Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
The Hall of Skulls.
In the decorative Hall of Skulls, Death himself paces back and forth. Sigil’s hunt for him has gone quiet, but he doesn’t feel comfortable. There’s suddenly a gentle knock at the door and in walks Mortimer, the bearer of bad news.
[ Rain ] “He isn’t coming home, is he?”
Rain says, stopping to shake his head in disgust.
[ Mortimer ] “I’m afraid not, sire.”
The advisor takes a seat at the Hall’s table.
[ Mortimer ] “May I speak freely?”
[ Mortimer ] “You’ve allowed him to train in Old School Wrestling and become a warrior; he’s no longer afraid of us, or, I’m afraid, of…”
[ Rain ] “Me?”
Mortimer clears his throat.
If looks could kill, they’d look how Rain was now staring through his advisor and trusty associate.
[ Mortimer ] “He’s not coming home and brute force won’t accomplish those goals. For as long as he’s not afraid, he has no reason to come back home and stand by your side. Old School Wrestling allows him to hone his skills in plain view, hidden from everyone else. No-one need suspect him and no-one need pay him extraordinary attention. If you’re going to battle Sigil, you’re going to need to do it another way.”
Rain angrily slams his fists down on the table.
[ Rain ] “I will not!”
[ Rain ] “He’s my son and he will defend my life. I’m no longer asking, Mortimer. He will come home.”
Just then, there’s another knock at the door. Rain’s head snaps towards it, revealing none other than The Butcher.
[ The Butcher ] “Am I interrupting?”
Death waves him in with a nod.
[ The Butcher ] “All is unusually quiet on the Sigil front. If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume that’s good news; however, I’d suggest there’s a move being made shortly. I just don’t know what the fuck it is. He’s gotta be up to something.”
[ Rain ] “Did you hear that, Mortimer?”
[ Mortimer ] “What do you want me to do, sire?”
[ Rain ] “Make life difficult for my son. Make him have no choice but to come back home to me. I don’t care how you do it, but make sure you get it done. By the time of Ring of Dreams comes around, I want my boy in my corner and by my side.”
Death turns and walks away, leaving Mortimer and Butcher alone.
AVALON vs. RASPUTIN
Old School debuts here in OSW as the famed Silver Knight makes his entrance into the Slaughterhouse but the technico will have to go through the Angel of Dirt to do so.
The bell rings as Avalon reaches out his hand to Rasputin in a sign of gentlemanly respect as the homeless god looks down at it in confusion for a moment
Before slapping Avalon right in the face.
The Silver Knight staggers back from the sting, allowing Rasputin to take control with a series of right hands as he backs Avalon into the ropes, looking for a clothesline that Avalon easily ducks under.
The Silver Knight scooting underneath, tripping Rasputin to the mat before trying to lock in the Trial but Rasputin sees it coming and quickly scoots to the ropes, breaking the attempt
Avalon backs up, allowing Rasputin to get to his feet, a sign of sportsmanship that the Angel of Dirt takes advantage of as he grabs Avalon by the trunks
THROWING HIM THROAT FIRST ONTO THE MIDDLE ROPE!
Avalon stumbles to his feet, holding his throat in pain right to a kick to the gut
TRASH COMPACTOR! MODIFIED DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
Rasputin doesn’t cover, sizing him up from behind as he allows Avalon to slowly get to one knee before running forward
TRIPPIN’ THE RIFT! RUNNING KNEE TO THE BACK OF AVALON’S SKULL and that may well be it as Rasputin drops down for the cover
………..AVALON GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Rasputin sneers in anger, rolling out of the ring as he grabs a steel chair, sliding it back in the ring as he tosses a warning referee aside before raising the chair high
BUT AVALON CATCHES IT!
The Silver Knight stares daggers at the Angel of Dirt, tossing the chair aside before getting to his feet, still staring angrily at Rasputin. Rasputin tries for a hard right but Avalon blocks it, drilling Rasputin with a hard roundhouse to the chest, staggering him with a flurry of lefts and rights before backing him into the ropes and throwing him across the ring.
Hard Hip Toss! Rasputin stumbles to his feet into a second Hiptoss, then a third before a high dropkick drills the Homeless God right in the point of the jaw.
Avalon looks to finish this, dropping down as he tries to lock in the Trial again but Rasputin slips out, nailing Avalon with a kick to the gut before lifting him up high for a Suplex. The Silver Knight counters thou, nailing a Suplex of his own before rolling through with a second, and then a third that he leaves hanging high in the air, letting all the blood drain from the skull of Rasputin
Before he pivots Rasputin down to the mat facefirst, rolling through as he locks in the Trial
The Camel Clutch is locked in tight as Rasputin is trapped in the middle of the ring and he’s forced to tap out!
The Silver Knight picks up the big debut victory here, showcasing his skulls and how he may be oldschool but he could be a huge threat to whoever he faces next.
The Templar walks through the backstage with his head held high, the VHS title slung across his shoulder. He walks without fear, however, he soon finds himself stopping in his tracks as the sounds of footsteps come from either side.
[ Simon ] “Those who fall shall rise, Sanctus.”
Sanctus looks ahead of himself, the Taskmaster waltzing down the hall, his Equalizer in hand.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “And lemme tell you, mother fucker. That wrath you said I’m seeped in? That shit’s dripping off of me.”
The A-Lister comes from behind the Templar, sneering the whole way. In his hands is his own steel chair. His sneer turns into a vicious grin as he locks eyes with Sanctus.
[ Sir Bellator ] “You two know that nothing will come of this, don’t you? You can direct your wrath towards me all you wish, but when we enter that ring? When Yaweh looks down upon us? You’ll fall just like you did last week. Nothing you can do will change it unless you repent for you sinful ways.”
Sanctus glances back towards Simon, watching as he closes in, the Taskmaster smirking as he does.
[ Simon ] “See, I don’t think that’s the case, Sanctus. See, after Luke chased me down we came to an agreement.”
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “I wanna see Simon six feet under.”
[ Simon ] “And I’d love to see Luke breathe his last breath.”
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “But you’re getting in the fucking way of that.”
BELLATOR GETS SMASHED FROM BOTH SIDES AND DROPS LIKE A PILE OF BRICKS!
Simon and Storm look down at Bellator, then to one another. Simon slowly begins to back away, watching as Luke grabs the title, admiring it before dropping it on top of Sanctus.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “Hey Simon.”
[ Simon ] “Yes?”
Luke cracks a devious, almost vile grin, pointing at the Taskmaster.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “I fucking hate you.”
Before Simon can respond Luke takes his leave, stepping over Bellator and disappearing into the Slaughterhouse.
Backstage, Wiz and Tag are sat around a small table. Wiz is sorting through a bowl of pills and other paraphernalia, trying to find something he likes. Tag is leaned back, with The Generation Kid’s hoverboard sat on his lap.
[ Tag ] “I’m bored. Let’s find some bitches.”
[ Wiz ] “What good’s that board going to do with finding ladies?”
Sexy Dynamite raises an eyebrow, trying to see if Wiz has already hit his stash.
But a voice calls out behind them.
[ The Generation Kid ] “I’ll show you bored!”
That Eighties Kid leaps into the scene, kicking over the bowl of pills. He grabs his hoverboard as he does so.
[ The Generation Kid ] “By the Power of Greyskull!”
HE NAILS TAG WITH THE BOARD!
Wiz abandons his pills, grabbing Tag and pulling him away from the adrenaline fueled TGK, who surveys the damage with a smile. He nods down at his hoverboard, having finally recovered it. Tucking it under his arm, he begins to walk away.
But he comes to a halt as he sees none other than Zero stood up against the wall.
With the Rewind Championship slung over his shoulder.
[ Zero ] “You left this in your locker room, but ain’t it great you got your board back, Kid? You really showed them boys what you’re made of.”
[ The Generation Kid ] “Maybe I should have been more worried about you.”
The hacker chuckles, before approaching the Generation Kid.
[ Zero ] “Maybe you should have. Maybe I even warned you about it. But nah, you didn’t listen, it’d get in the way of your hero fantasy. This ain’t He-Man, Kid. This is real fucking life, and I’m a real Bad Mother Fucker. Jet Set play games, but I take what I want.”
He sets the Rewind title on TGK’s shoulder.
[ Zero ] “And tonight, what I want is to beat the shit out of Tag and Wiz. When I’ve done that, I’m taking your title and ain’t nobody gonna get in my way. You with me?”
TGK shakes his head, a small swelling of confidence in his voice.
[ The Generation Kid ] “I’ll be with you on fighting Jet Set, but I’m not here to play Candyland, or any other game. I’m here to prove myself, and knocking you off will do the deal nicely.”
Zero raises an eyebrow, but nods.
[ Zero ] “Good, it ain’t fun if you don’t fight a little.”
Tapping the Rewind strap, Zero walks in one direction, and TGK walks in the other. But out of the hallway they appeared to run down, we see Tag and Wiz emerge, smiling at one another.
[ Tag ] “You called it.”
[ Wiz ] “Tear them down, then settle among ourselves, ya dig?”
They nod, having played their opponents like a fiddle.
KAINE KNIGHTLORD vs. TENCHU
Kaine Knightlord has tried to get through to Tenchu for weeks, hoping the Metal Shadow will look at the evidence the Dark Detective has provided…but it seems the only way to settle this matter is in the ring!
As the bell rings, Kaine and Tenchu trade strikes, the inhuman strength of the HellBat managing to put the occasional dent in the steel frame of the Metal Shadow.
Sending the metallic assassin to the corner, Kaine charges with the intent of keeping Tenchu down…but Odowara’s finest showcases his agility as he dodges the attack at the last second!
Knightlord collides with the turnbuckle, giving Tenchu an opening he exploits as he slams a fist against the Dark Detective’s back!
And another! Now he’s targeting the spine of Knightlord!
But Kaine manages to slip away before a more fatal blow can be struck, and it’s enough of a shift in momentum for him to bring the Metal Shadow to the canvas with a neckbreaker!
He follows up with some mounted punches, looking to really get a crack in the armor of Tenchu…who manages to get to a vertical base at last!
Now it’s Tenchu charging at Knightlord, and he succeeds in sending the Shadow Bat reeling with a big shoulder tackle!
Kaine ends up in the corner, where Tenchu catches him with a running knee strike to skull, bringing the Dark Detective down hard!
Sensing an opportunity, Tenchu goes for the cover!
Kaine kicks out, much to the chagrin of the Kodokushi!
Tenchu shakes off the frustration, determined to put Knightlord away as he brings the HellBat back to his feet…
…and gets caught with a jawbreaker that does a decent amount of damage in the process!
The sneak attack throws Tenchu off his game, which is exactly what Kaine wants as he grabs the Metal Shadow by the arm!
He pulls Tenchu in close, looking for the Ripcord Clothesline…and it connects!
Here comes the Northern Lariat!
Tenchu falls back, the best chance he has to avoid disaster at the hands of Knightlord!
And now he’s…leaving the ring!?
Kaine’s frustration grows as he follows the Metal Shadow out of the ring…but Tenchu springs the trap he set, sending Knightlord into the steel steps with an Irish whip!
Kaine collides with a thud, his shoulder connecting flush with the steps as Tenchu sets himself up on the apron…and launches himself at Knightlord, connecting with a high jumping knee to the skull of the Dark Detective!
Tenchu finds a way to modify the deadly maneuver, dropping the Shadow Bat to the floor outside…and barely struggles to lift the creature of the night up, rolling him into the ring.
He’s ready to bring this matter to a close, as he goes for another cover!
Kaine just manages to kick out, despite the damage done by that Hidden Blade, and the frustration is mounting on the Metal Shadow.
He brings Knightlord back to his feet, only to hoist the HellBat onto his shoulders…and goes for the Death Valley Driver!
…BUT KAINE SLIPS OUT, LANDING ON HIS FEET SOMEHOW!
Tenchu barely has a chance to react before Kaine catches the assassin with another Ripcord Clothesline, this time following through with the Northern Lariat!
Kaine isn’t done just yet though, realizing just what he needs to do to put Tenchu down!
He brings the metallic warrior to his feet once more, spinning him into the Killswitch as he drives Tenchu’s head into the canvas!
Kaine has just welcomed the Metal Shadow to the night, and he goes for the cover hoping it’ll be enough!
Kaine Knightlord puts Tenchu away, finally getting some rest in the matter between them…at least for now!
WINNER: KAINE KNIGHTLORD
Sunlight streaming through stained glass windows, sending patterns across the once lavish floor. Of this Sanctuary, a once impressive cathedral stands somewhat in ruins. Dilapidated.
But it is not the architecture that brings us here.
It is the screaming.
In the belly of the Sanctuary, there lies a room. Not like that of the main hall, full of shining light, but with plain concrete walls where the light doth not present itself.
It is here we find Starboy, beaten half to death and strapped to a chair.
ECT pads are strapped to his body – his head, his chest, his groin. His chest rises slowly, laboured.
But it still rises. He’s still alive.
It is then that Sir Gable makes his presence known, lifting the head of Starboy and talking softly at him
[ Sir Gable ] “Have you come to your senses yet and seen the sin of your ways? They call it Conversion Therapy, and really, this re-education is your last hope of staving off the judgement that awaits you.”
Starboy’s eyes flicker with recognition. Their voice comes at but a whisper, devoid of energy.
[ Starboy ] “I am who I am…”
Sir Gable shakes his head, slowly, like a disappointed father about to show his child some ‘tough love’. He turns his head to the side, motioning towards a figure standing near the door with a click of his fingers. A figure that pulls a switch upon the wall.
Starboy’s eyes widen in agony and his mouth opens in a silent scream as the electricity passes over his body again, before the convulsions begin.
For what seems like an eternity, he shakes violently, his body going rigid. Then, the switch is turned off and his body falls limp once more.
[ Sir Gable ] “The world needs to know that you still pose a threat to our very existence. Your moral fibre is simply too weak. While you remain trapped her, worry not, for I will spread the word. We have done what we can.”
Sometime Last Week
The sound of dialling.
[ Unknown #1 ] “Hello?”
[ Unknown #2 ] “I’m calling on behalf of our good friend Mr. Roberts.”
There’s a pause because the person answering the call had clearly not long woken up – their voice is unrecognisable due to it being hoarse and groggy.
[ Unknown #2 ] “Do you still feel his love and warmth in your soul?”
[ Unknown #1 ] “Every day; it’s hard to hide it.”
[ Unknown #2 ] “Good. You helped his team win at Revolt and he appreciated that.”
[ Unknown #1 ] “Anything for Mr. Roberts.”
The person calling makes a hmm sound, appreciating the tone.
[ Unknown #2 ] “But now he needs something more.”
There’s a pause.
[ Unknown #2 ] “He believes that it’s only a matter of time before his secret is exposed to the world and someone tries to destroy him. We simply cannot have that, can we?”
[ Unknown #1 ] “Oh no, of course not.”
[ Unknown #2 ] “He needs you to locate every and any shred of evidence linking to his origin and destroy it. Mr. Roberts is confident that you’re the person for the job and have the qualifications needed to ensure his survival.”
[ Unknown #1 ] “I’ll begin immediately.”
[ Unknown #2 ] “Good. Remember, failure is not an option and will be met with swift consequences; in particular, your life.”
[ Unknown #1 ] “I shan’t fail him.”
LUCY SERAPHINA vs. BANZAN
Is Banzan the wolf in sheep’s clothing? It’s hard to disagree with Kaine Knightlord’s reasoning. Everyone that ever gets close to Banzan dies. Lucy Seraphina has been on The Mountain’s tail for a few weeks and she’s about to get real up close and personal. She wants more than a fight, she wants a taste too. Who will leave this one with blood on their hands?
Despite the size difference, Lucy Seraphina isn’t intimidated. She’s got a thirst that needs quenching. The Sovereign of Silence is swinging arms at Banzan but these are no feeble slaps…these have claws on!
The Mountain, despite his thic boi credentials, is displaying the agility of a Himalayan Tahr to avoid those swipes but Lucy is fast and eventually her claws connect, grazing across The Mountain’s chest and opening rivulets of blood.
The fragrance meanders into Lucy’s nostrils, tickling her instincts. She bares her fangs and hisses like a cat with its hackles up. The Angelic Assassin leaps at her prey.
Seraphina is staggered.
THE FIVE POINT PALM STRIKE!!!!
BANZAN’S TIGER CLAW SENDS LUCY FLYING INTO A TURNBUCKLE!!!
HERE COMES THE MOUNTAIN RAILWAY!!!!
Lucy Seraphina feels all of her bones collide as Banzan crushes her with an avalanche of blubber!
A cover from Banzan…
Lucy Seraphina is too tough to be put away that easily.
Banzan peels The Angelic Assassin off the mat, he’s looking for a an irish whip but countered by Lucy with a sudden ripcord and a snap back elbow to buckle Banzan.
Seraphina drags Banzan up to his feet, she wants to twist the neck again..
BUT A COUNTER BY BANZAN!!!
Lucy reels up, clutching her back. Banzan booms in…
GREAT COUNTER BY SERAPHINA!!!!
Banzan is hanging over the ropes. Lucy ties him up into the Bite of the Dragon.
BANZAN IS BEING STRETCHED LIKE TAFFY!!!
A four count from the official and Lucy has to release to avoid disqualification. But she’s not letting up, a high angle back suplex – the vampire’s strength allowing her to lift Banzan’s huge weight and and spike him like that.
NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
Lucy climbs now to the middle rope.
FLYING DOUBLE KNEE DROP!!!
Banzan convulses on the impact. Surely it’s over as Lucy hooks the legs…
Banzan just about gets a shoulder off the mat!
The Monk is sufficiently weakened by that onslaught from Lucy Seraphina though. She bounces on top of The Mountain as he gets to his knees…
AND SINKS HER TEETH INTO HIS NECK!!!!
THE BEAST WITHIN HER HAS BEEN RELEASED AND SHE’S FILLING HER GUTS WITH THE BLOOD OF BANZAN!!!!
There is blood spraying everywhere as Lucy has opened a wound in The Mountain’s carotid artery. The massif monk drops on his back, Lucy continues to drain him.
THE MOUNTAIN IS DYING!!!!
Banzan has gone limp. His grey pallor is an indication that life has ebbed away.
There is the faintest glow about Banzan.
YES, A SHADE OF PURPLE!
THAT HUE IS GROWING IN MASS AND DEEPENING IN SHADE!!!
BANZAN BEGINS TO RISE!!!
HE’S DRAWING FROM THE WELLSPRING!!!
THIS MOUNTAIN IS INDESTRUCTIBLE!!!!
Lucy Seraphina steps back. She’s not sure what to do. She let’s instinct take over and begins thrashing again at Banzan, but palms her head and holds her at a distance and she swings away like Scrappy Do.
Restored to full strength to the purple haze subsidies, Banzan lifts Lucy with one hand by the head and launches her into a turnbuckle like a dead animal against a wall.
Lucy stumbles out of the corner…
SHE’S MOWED DOWN BY A CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!!
THAT’S KARMA, BITCH!!!
Seraphina is on her hands and knees.
THAT RUNNING KNEE TO TEMPLE BLOWS OUT THE VAMPIRE LIKE A CANDLE IN THE WIND!!!
Banzan drops down over the fallen body…
Moksha for Banzan from the threat of Lucy Seraphina!
In the middle of a darkened room, lit minimally by torchlight, Sir Vant sits at a large wooden table, reading an aged copy of the bible. He’s taking his time carefully browsing the book, keeping his face well hidden from camera.
[ Unknown ] “Why is it do you suppose that you chose this path? Haven’t you seen those before you undertake a similar mission and fail catastrophically?”
He doesn’t reply.
[ Unknown ] “What makes you sure that Vayikra are doing the right thing?”
[ Sir Vant ] “Now as I beheld the living creatures, behold one wheel upon the earth by the living creatures, with his four faces.”
[ Unknown ] “You believe you’re His four faces?”
There’s an eerie silence.
[ Sir Vant ] “I know what could be achieved; I came to them and proposed a better world. Why’re you questioning me and my methods?”
[ Unknown ] “I’m not questioning you. I just want to understand your motivations; why do you think this is any different? Why do you think your mission supersedes that of those who’ve fallen before you? What makes you think you can succeed where they have failed?”
Sir Vant closes his bible and slowly pushes it back across the table at the person speaking.
[ Sir Vant ] “Those before us wanted to destroy the world. They wanted to break it so it could be renewed. They were the flood.”
He sneers, angrily.
[ Sir Vant ] “And they paid for their hubris.”
He leans in, the shadow still covering his face – only revealing a slight white tinge to a long straggly beard.
[ Sir Vant ] “Vayikra don’t want to destroy the world; my boys don’t want an apocalypse. They want to save the world. They want to bring Yahweh back into the hearts of those that have forgotten him. They won’t be the flood, or the arc – but the wheel that brings motion back to our dying faith.”
There’s another silence.
[ Unknown ] “I believe you.”
We see Mordecai in the hallways of The Slaughterhouse, getting ready for his match. He’s deep in thought.
[ Sigil ] “You know for someone who is against invading dreams, you’ve become a recurring nightmare to deal with.”
Mordecai doesn’t move or even show a slight glimmer of shock that SIgil is here.
[ Mordecai ] “I could say the same about you, after all you’re the one who keeps seeking me out. Are you going to take another shortcut before our match tonight or will actually prove why you’ve made it to the top before?”
[ Sigil ] “I’m going to prove it, we both know last week was simply payback for what you did. We could have worked together and Impaler and SeeSaw would never have been a problem tonight. Now they’re obstacles to what we both want.”
[ Mordecai ] “They’re not obstacles, they’re simply people who want the same opportunity we do. They deserve it just like we do.”
[ Sigil ] “Do you really believe that?”
[ SeeSaw ] “I do.”
SeeSaw’s here and he waves at Sigil with his devilish grin plastered on his face. Impaler’s by his side.
[ The Impaler ] “You two don’t have to talk about us like we’re not here, you can treat us as obstacles or you can treat us as humans. It doesn’t really matter. At the end of our match, you’re going to see one of us as number one contender.”
[ Sigil ] “You think you two can keep this alliance up? Impaler, you know what he does with people he gets close to, he destroys them and plays with them in that order.”
[ The Impaler ] “It seems like you both like to keep collections. I don’t have a lot of faith in it but we definitely get along better than you two and after the stunt you tried to pull on us, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”
SeeSaw genuinely smiles at that comment and looks at Impaler.
[ SeeSaw ] “Friend, you ready to make him go to sleep the hard way?”
[ The Impaler ] “In the ring, SeeSaw, in the ring.”
[ Mordecai ] “They’ll wait but I won’t”
Mordecai spears Sigil on the hard concrete!
SeeSaw and Impaler make their way towards the ring, they’ll let Mordecai do the damage for now!
Mordecai is on top of Sigil just raining down punches until Sigil looks knocked out!
Mordecai gets off him and goes towards the ring himself.
VHS #1 CONTENDERS MATCH
SEESAW vs. SIGIL vs. THE IMPALER vs. MORDECAI
It’s time for a fatal four way match between Mordecai, SeeSaw, Impaler, and Sigil! This is a number one contender match to find out who faces the VHS champion at Pandemonium! Who will walk away as contender? We find out next!
SeeSaw, Impaler, and Mordecai are all in the ring but Sigil is nowhere to be found! SeeSaw and Impaler look at Mordecai. He nods to let them know what happened backstage. They nod back and both level him with a big boot!
This might be more of a handicap match as SeeSaw and Impaler are stomping away on Mordecai! Without Sigil around, he’s the next best target! The gatekeeper starts standing up despite their stomps! Impaler and SeeSaw back up to opposite corners and charge at Mordecai while he’s on his knees! They both go for a running knee! Mordecai ducks, bad collision as the knees crash into each other! Both men are stumbling as Mordecai gets up!
MORDECAI GRABS SEESAW BY THE THROAT!
CHOKESLAM OVER THE TOP ROPE!
SEESAW CRASHES TO THE FLOOR!
THE IMPALER CHARGES AT MORDECAI!
THAT LARIAT FLOORS MORDECAI!
THE IMPALER COVERS!
. . .
. . .
. . .
MORDECAI KICKS OUT!
The Impaler pulls Mordecai up and drags him to the corner! Rapid fire gut punches to Mordecai! Mordecai ducks down to hold his stomach! Jumping knee strike by the Impaler! Mordecai falls into a seated position in the corner! Impaler starts stomping a mudhole! Mordecai looks down and out but he catches the foot and stands up with it!
MORDECAI PULLS IN THE IMPALER!
EXPLODER SUPLEX OVER THE TOP ROPE ONTO THE FLOOR!
MORDECAI TAKES A MOMENT TO CATCH HIS BREATH!
SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST!
THAT MOMENT WAS TOO LONG AS SEESAW LEVELS MORDECAI WITH A GORE!
HE FOLLOWS WITH THE SPINEBUSTER!
. . .
. . .
SIGIL’S HERE AND HE HAS PORTALED IN TO BREAK UP THE PIN WITH A DIVING DOUBLE STOMP!
He doesn’t go for the cover! Instead he jumps on Mordecai and stops hitting massive elbow strikes over and over again! SeeSaw rolls out of the ring with a smirk! He’s happy to let Sigil and Mordecai destroy each other! Sigil pulls Mordecai up and whips him into the corner!
FOR THE COLLECTION!
CLAW-LIKE BLOWS TO MORDECAI AND HIS CHEST IS CUT OPEN!
SIGIL BACKS UP INTO THE OPPOSITE CORNER!
MORDECAI GETS OUT OF THE CORNER!
THAT MASSIVE DROPKICK SENDS MORDECAI OUT OF THE RING!
THE IMPALER AND SEESAW SLIDE IN TO TAKE HIS SPOT!
A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE FLATTENS SIGIL!
SeeSaw and The Impaler start stomping away on Sigil! SeeSaw lets Impaler take care of SIgil as he rolls out of the ring to grab a bag from underneath the ring! It’s a large brown bag, what’s in it?! SeeSaw slides back in and spills its contents on the mat! It’s lego pieces! What is he planning to do here!?
THE HOMAGE TO FREIGHT TRAIN FERGUSON!
POWERBOMB ON THE LEGOS!
SIGIL’S BACK IS ARCHING IN PURE AGONY!
SEESAW GOES FOR A QUICK COVER BUT THE IMPALER INTERRUPTS IT BEFORE THE REF CAN EVEN COUNT!
Impaler and SeeSaw both know what they have to! They shake hands, nod, and now both of them are swinging massive rights at each other! The Impaler is getting the best of this exchange! SeeSaw looks out of it and Impaler runs the ropes!
THE IMPALER HITS THE LARIAT – NO!
SEESAW DUCKS IT AND HOISTS THE IMPALER ON HIS SHOULDERS!
SEESAW STARTS SPINNING!
HE SWINGS THE IMPALER INTO A MASSIVE CUTTER ON THE LEGOS!
SEESAW GOT ALL OF THAT BIG WHEEL AND MAKES THE COVER!
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SeeSaw has done it! He has proven he’s far more than an obstacle and is the new number one contender for the VHS title!
WINNER AND #1 CONTENDER TO THE VHS CHAMPIONSHIP: SEESAW
We find ourselves back at Vayikra’s Sanctuary, the dilapidated church. Seemingly abandoned, yet a figure approaches. His fiery red hair makes him instantly recognisable, made even moreso by the jacket that he zips up to shield himself from the cold.
He enters the Sanctuary without meeting a soul, but he knows that a soul he seeks is within the walls.
Pressing on through eerie silence, he proceeds past the main auditorium and beyond the altar. A small opening behind the altar leads to a torch-lit, catacomb-like tunnel. Vigour moves determinedly until he meets a doorway, and two black-robed figures guarding it.
[ Robed Figure ] “Halt! Proceed no further, sinner.”
But Vigour does not halt, he bum-rushes the guards, shoulder tackling them both into the doorway which bursts off its hinges in a cloud of splinters. Stepping up and over the guards, Vigour’s eyes take a little while to adjust to the dim light of the room he had burst into.
A chair stands in the centre, upon which a groggy Starboy is strapped. Vigour rushes to his side, pulling the electrode pads off his body.
[ Vigour ] “Fucking hell… What did those crazy bastards do to you?”
Starboy stirs, the sides of his mouth curling into a small smile. He says nothing, but his eyes scream of a thousand thankyous.
[ Vigour ] “Come on. Get your shit together. Right at this very second, Sir Gable is back at the Slaughterhouse ready to announce to the world just how much of a sinful prick you are. How you should be punished. Are you just going to sit here and take that? Now’s about the perfect time to fight back.”
Vigour pulls the groggy Starboy to his feet and slaps him across the cheek.
[ Vigour ] “Make that prick pay for what he did to you. Come on, there’s no time to waste.”
With that, Vigour pulls Starboy out of the room, back towards the light.
Starboy is free, but with their match about to start… will he make it in time?
STARBOY vs. SIR GABLE
Will Starboy show up in time to get his revenge on Sir Gable?
We’re back in the Slaughterhouse and there is no sign of Starboy, Sir Gable grabs a mic.
“Our immoral Starboy has been dragged kicking and screaming onto the straight-and-narrow,” he proclaims to a chorus of boos. “Judgment has been passed, and Starboy takes solace in the sanctuary now, basking in Yahweh’s light.”
With that, Gable drops the mic and barks at the referee to commence a ten-count as he fixates his stare upon the empty entrance ramp.
Gable confidently raises his arms, laughing as Sir Vant applauds him from the outside.
Hold on—someone just hopped the barricade out of the crowd and slid into the ring behind Gable…
Gable and the ref don’t realize it, but the crowd pops as he gives a thumbs up and sneaks behind Captain Amenerica…
Sir Vant tries to warn Gable, but only the ref turns around to witness…
STARBOY IS YANKING HIM AROUND THE RING WITH A VENGEANCE—
STARBOY IS FIST DEEP AND PLAYING GABLE LIKE A PUPPET!!!
Starboy lets up but Gable turns around into a knife edge chop to the face—
THAT WASN’T MUSTARD ON THAT ONE!!
Starboy is serving justice tonight, and they offer up the next course, lifting Gable up into a fireman’s carry…
TASTE THE RAINBOW!! USHIGOROSHI!!
NO! GABLE KICKS OUT!!
Starboy brings Gable to his feet and whips him into the ropes—
DONKEY PUNCH—GABLE DUCKED UNDER IT!
Gable bounces off the ropes and ducks another rolling elbow, rebounding off the ropes again and lifting Starboy into a massive spear—
Gable stands over the Ass for the Masses and menacingly points his finger at the shivering Starboy, who’s clearly still feeling the effects of shock therapy.
“ABOMINATION!” Gable shouts before bringing his pointer to his lips while he mounts Starboy…
SILENCE IS GOLDEN! THE REAR NAKED CHOKE IS LOCKED IN!
STARBOY, ALREADY FADING, REACHES FOR THE ROPES—
THEY CRAWL FORWARD—
THEY EXTEND THEIR ARM AS THEY BEGIN TO FADE…
As Starboy rises to their feet Gable stalks them from behind, and quickly clasps them into a rear waist lock…
“Thou shalt have no other gods before Yahweh!” Sir Vant proclaims as Gable rolls Starboy into another—
Sir Vant is shouting the Ten Commandments in order after each suplex!
FIVE MORE GERMAN SUPLEXES!!
“Thou shalt not commit adultery!”
That’s now seven GERMAN SUPLEXES, but before Gable can hoist Starboy into an eighth, the Lover of All spins out around and behind Gable transitioning into an—
STARBOY WRENCHES IT IN!
Gable is fighting it—he elbows the weakened Starboy’s legs to break it, so Starboy decides to change course.
Starboy catches Gable’s free arm and tucks it between his legs…
AND THEY HUMP HIM!!
GABLE TOOK A PUMPHANDLE DROP!!
THR—NO!! SIR VANT SHOWS THE REF THAT GABLE’S FOOT IS ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!
Sir Vant hops up on the apron now, continuing to chirp in the ref’s ear. While the ref is distracted, he slides Gable something…
BUKKAKE!!!!! BUKKAKE TO SIR VANT!!!!
Sir Vant drops like a rock off the apron to the outside, clutching at his white goo-covered face as Starboy gyrates to the crowd!
The ref leans through the ropes to check on Sir Vant as Starboy turns back around…
GABLE HAS A GOLD ROSARY NECKLACE WRAPPED AROUND HIS FIST!!
HE CHARGES STARBOY—
FIST OF FAITH!!
NO!! STARBOY DUCKS THE PUNCH—
Starboy swiftly hops up on the second rope as Gable rises. They swivel their hips…
THEY BLOW GABLE A KISS AS HE TURNS RIGHT INTO A—
CHOCOLATE STARFISH DESTROYER!!!
STARBOY ROLLS GABLE OVER AND PINS THEM HIGH MISSIONARY STYLE—
THEY’RE THRUSTING ON EACH COUNT!!
Yahweh can shove it—Starboy reigns almighty tonight!!
“IN YOUR DREAMS I”
Earlier this week.
There’s an ethereal sort of feeling in the air as a man makes his way through a dimly lit corridor, his surroundings almost seeming to float away at times. He moves with purpose, and as he reaches the end of the corridor and reaches an open space we see that it is none other than the Head Snake, Viper Roberts.
He strides towards the far end of the open space, and towards a darkened area.
[ The Sandman ] “Good to see you, old friend.”
It’s the Sandman, which means this place is The Dream Keep. It’s now that we notice the wound on Viper’s head, a remnant of his real life run in with Corvus’ pipe shot, except in this dream world, it’s trying to fix itself.
[ Viper Roberts ] “Less of the ‘friend’, you know good and well why I’m here.
[ The Sandman ] “Oh? Not the visitation order I had sent to you?”
Roberts glares at the Sandman.
[ Viper Roberts ] “You’ve been reaching into Corvus’ dreams, haven’t you? Even locked away in here, you’re still influencing him.”
[ The Sandman ] “I may not be as powerful behind these bars, but I still have some power, and I’ll use every drop of it if I need to.”
[ Viper Roberts ] “What do you want, freedom? You know I can’t give you that. You know too much already.”
Sandman takes a breath.
[ The Sandman ] “I want out of this cage, Viper. I will drop it if you make that happen. No more digging into your sordid secret.”
[ Viper Roberts ] “I need your word, if your word is even worth anything.”
[ The Sandman ] “You have it. My word is my honour, and I do have some of that.”
Roberts moves towards the dream cage lock.
REWIND CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
WIZ vs. TAG vs. ZERO vs. THE GENERATION KID ©
It’s a four way dance tonight with some extra layers, as both Tag and Wiz find themselves facing off against each other. Can Zero and The Generation Kid find a way to keep the Jet Set Radio boys from taking over the match or will the numbers prove too much?
The bell sounds and Jet Set Radio make their way towards each other, cutting the ring in half. This means that the somewhat forced partnership between Zero and The Generation Kid right from the get-go seems destined to continue. JSR approaches in tandem, bounding of perpendicular ropes and colliding with Zero and TGK in the centre of the ring. The result sees the pair clash heads and collapse in a heap while JSR stand tall.
Zero is first to stagger to his feet, but is almost instantly met by Wiz, who tosses him onto the ring apron.
TAG DROPKICKS ZERO AND HE FLIES OFF THE APRON TO RINGSIDE!
NOW IT’S TWO ON ONE AGAINST THE REWIND CHAMPION!
THINGS DO NOT LOOK GOOD FOR THE KID!
The Generation Kid pulls himself to a vertical base and goes after Wiz, swinging for the fences, but Wiz ducks and pushes TGK away from him. The Kid comes back like a rabid dog, but Wiz has him scouted.
THE BOOM BOOM! DDT!
HERE COMES TAG WITH HIS LEAPFROG FAMOUSER ON THE WAY DOWN!
BOOM BOOM NO COMPLY BY JET SET RADIO!
And the assault continues, JSR picking the kid up and pummelling him with body shots. The back him into the corner and continue their assault.
BUT HERE COMES ZERO!
HE BLINDSIDES WIZ WITH A SHOULDER CHARGE THAT SENDS HIM INTO THE ROPES!
ZERO CLOBBERS TAG ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A BIONIC CLOTHESLINE!
ZERO HAS COME TO THE PARTY… BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE NEEDS TGK!
Zero targets the remaining member of Jet Set Radio as Wiz untangles himself from the ropes and comes at him swinging. The pair lock horns and exchange blows, but trading blows with a man that has a bionic arm doesn’t ever end well and Wiz is soon beaten into the turnbuckle by Zero.
WIZ GETS A HANDFUL OF HAIR OUTTA DESPERATION AND CREATES A BIT OF BREATHING ROOM!
A little breathing room is all that is needed, as Tag is soon at Wiz’s side once more. The duo look to take advantage of the numbers game on Zero. Tag grabs Zero in a FULL NELSON and Wiz looks set to take advantage of the opening.
BUT THE GENERATION KID TAKES OUT WIZ… OUT OF NOWHERE!
NOBODY CALLS ME YELLA!
THE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX SPARES ZERO!
AND AGAIN… JET SET RADIO CAN’T GET THE ADVANTAGE THEY NEED.
THIS PARTNERSHIP BORN OUT OF NECESSITY IS DOING WHAT IT NEEDS TO DO!
Tag relinquishes the Full Nelson, but with his buddy down, the numbers game seems to have turned against him. Zero grabs him in a Collar and Elbow Tie, and TGK is quick to follow suit.
DOUBLE IRISH WHIP SENDS TAG INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
Both Zero and The Generation Kid are lining him up for a taste of his own medicine.
BUT TAG GRABS THE REFEREE AND PULLS HIM INTO THE FIRING LINE!
THE REFEREE TAKES THE IMPACT OF DOUBLE DROPKICKS!
Tag is battered but not broken, and a smirk forms on his face.
ZERO TAKES DOWN TAG WITH A BIONIC HAYMAKER!
WIZ KNOCKS THE GENERATION KID OUT OF THE RING WITH A CLOTHESLINE FROM NOWHERE!
NOW ZERO AND WIZ ARE BRAWLING IN THE RING!
PUNK CITY KILLER!
WIZ IS DOWN! TAG IS DOWN!
BUT SO IS THE FREAKING REFEREE!
Sliding into the ring comes The Generation Kid, and he’s got his newly recovered Hoverboard in hand. A wild swing with the board, and Zero ducks it, then disarms him with a kick to the gut.
ZERO HAS THE GENERATION KID IN HIS CLUTCHES!
PLANTS HIM WITH ABSOLUTE ZERO!
AND THAT IS ABOUT THE CHANCES OF THESE TWO WORKING TOGETHER AGAIN!
THE REFEREE SLIDES IN AS ZERO COVERS FOR THE PIN!
THIS COULD BE IT!
BROKEN UP BY TAG!
Zero turns around in time to cop a right hand from the Jet Set team mate and the pair lock horns again. But a stiff knee to the guts soon gives Tag the upper hand.
THE TWISTING BRAINBUSTER… NO!
DOC BROWN’S DELOREAN! TGK IS BACK!
THE SPEAR TAKES OUT TAG WITH ZERO STILL HELD UPSIDE DOWN!
Zero and TGK duke it out, pulling each other across the ring to get the upper hand. TGK lands a clubbing blow, but it is followed with a punch to the face by Zero.
TGK is staggered!
PUNK CITY KILLER!
THE CHAMP IS DOWN! ZERO NAILED HIM AND IS LOOKING FOR A PIN!
BUT HERE ZOMES WIZ!
ZERO NEVER SAW THE ENZIGUIRI COMING!
Now it is Wiz’s turn to pin for the win. He hooks the leg of Zero, right next to where TGK lies, still out of it!
THIS COULD BE IT!
TGK IS STILL OUT!
ZERO HAS NOTHING!
WIZ HAS DONE IT!
WIZ HAS WON!
Wiz stands tall as your NEW REWIND CHAMPION! He had to go through both Zero and The Generation Kid to do it, but the assistance of Tag proved valuable on his path. It is Wiz this night that stands with his hand raised!
WINNER AND NEW REWIND CHAMPION: WIZ
Tenchu is at his makeshift shrine, once again. He has the file in his hand, the video from the assault last week replaying in his mind. He flips through the file, taking care to read everything, every word, Kaine compiled to make his case. His mind races back to his time under Banzan, and the scroll he claimed to have read and everything that has been brought up over the last several months.
Tenchu looks at the door and shakes his head.
[ Tenchu ] “After all this time, you finally decide to knock? I hit you a little too hard? Knock some level of respect back into you”
Kaine enters the room, a sly grin on his face.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “I figured an intrusion might set a bad precedent for our talk this week.”
[ Tenchu ] “Is that what these have been? Weekly talks?”
Tenchu stands to his feet and squares off with the Vampire who wisely takes a step back.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “No need for hostilities, Tenchu. I come in peace. I wanted to know if what I’ve said, if what I’ve shown you both here and in that ring meant anything.”
The Metal Shadow takes a step back, relaxing his stance. Kaine walks over and picks up the file.
[ Tenchu ] “I’ve read what you’ve shown me.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “And?”
Tenchu turns towards the Dark Detective.
[ Tenchu ] “How do I know this isn’t further manipulation? That you haven’t been doing this to distract me from our match? You’ve been a thorn in my and Banzan’s side for months, and now all of a sudden I’m supposed to believe you’re looking out for me?”
Kaine drops the file and glares at the Metal Shadow. The Cybernetic Samurai goes for his sword, but Kaine shows his speed even after a match, and holds the blade in it’s scabbard.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “What do I have to gain from playing you now, hmm? We’ve settled our issues in the ring, I showed you that I was true. What do I have to gain now? Why bother incurring your wrath now? No, I showed you this so that you’d see the man who took you under his wing. He’s deceived you, and others, and all I’m out for is justice. Like I told you at the very beginning.”
Tenchu steps back and if it was a possible, we’d be seeing a look of realization cross the Samurai’s face.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “Look at how quickly he left you with the smallest distraction. Despite everything I’ve been doing, coming here showing you this evidence, not once has he come to deny my accusations. Not once has he checked with you. No, he left you alone despite promises to prepare you. He assaulted Lucy after our match last week because she showed him how powerless he really was.”
Tenchu falls into the chair, the reality seemingly setting in.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “I’ve not lied to you once. Winning or losing to you was not a concern of mine, but making sure you didn’t become another bystander caught in his web. To make him face justice. That has been my only focus. I believe you can deliver that better than Lucy or I. You have the skill, the history and the judgement to bring Banzan to justice for what he has done.”
Tenchu stands back to his feet, the words of Kaine having taken hold. He takes one last look at the file folder given to him.
[ Tenchu ] “You’re right, Kaine. You’ve proven your point.”
Tenchu marches out of the room.
[ Tenchu ] “Banzan is a threat, and it’s time he faced punishment for what he’s done. Just know, Kaine, that if I learn you lied about anything here, I will turn this blade to you again.”
Kaine nods as Tenchu marches off into the darkness.
VHS CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
HOLLYWOOD LUKE STORM vs. SIMON vs. SIR BELLATOR ©
Three men. Three factions. Three philosophies. They are all on a collision course here with gold up for grabs. But who will put together a performance worth recording for VHS?
Simon and Sir Bellator are already in the ring, the tension between them as thick as school custard. They are waiting for Hollywood Luke Storm but that Bad Mother Fucker is nowhere to be seen
“Bad To The Bone” by ZZ Top starts to play.
Bellator and Simon face the ramp and steel themselves. There’s a huge pop as Hollywood slides into the ring behind them, steel chair in hand.
STEEL CHAIR TO THE BACK OF SIMON!!!
STEEL CHAIR TO THE FACE OF SIR BELLATOR!!!
THE CROWD ARE MARKING OUT FOR THE REAL DEAL!!!
Storm tosses away the weapon and tells the ref to ring the damn bell.
Simon is back on his feet, he’s a turkey in hunting season…
Simon ducks and instantly takes Luke Storm down with a chop block to the knee!!! The Taskmaster is pelting Hollywood with repeated kicks. Luke Storm’s adrenaline is surging though, he’s back to a vertical base and he’s using his skill at close quarters.
Strike after strike, punch after punch landing on The Intellectual.
IT’S BLOCKED, SIMON SENDING HOLLYWOOD INTO THE ROPES.
DROP TOE HOLD!!!!
The Taskmaster has Luke Storm set up for CHECKMATE!!!!
THIS COULD BE OVER BEFORE IT EVEN GETS STARTED!!!!
SPINNING HEEL KICK!!!
SIR BELLATOR OUTTA NOWHERE WITH A KICK TO THE BACK OF SIMON’S HEAD.
The Taskmaster is furious and runs at The Warrior of Light…
ARM OF GOD!!!!
BELLATOR USES SIMON’S MOMENTUM TO LOCK IN LA MISTICA!!!
The Taskmaster is in big trouble as his arm is shanked in an acute angle.
STOMP TO THE HEAD OF SIR BELLATOR BY LUKE STORM!!!!
The submission is broken and all three men take a breather after this relentless opening. Simon slides out of the ring clutching his shoulder. Sir Bellator has dragged himself to a vertical base using the turnbuckle. Hollywood Luke Storm spins him around and slices into The Templar’s chest with a razor sharp knife edge chop. Storm lines up another strike but headbutt from Sir Bellator staggers The Real Deal.
The Son of Lux leaps onto the middle rope and lets fly, connecting with a flying dropkick to the chest of Storm. A cover for…
HOLLYWOOD POWERS OUT!!!
Sir Bellator presses Storm’s shoulders to the mat once more…
EVEN STRONGER KICKOUT!!!
The Templar peels Storm off the canvas and controls him with an arm twist, locking that shoulder. Sir Bellator wrenches and looks for the hook kick to the face but The Bad Mother Fucker ducks under the leg…
THE CODEBREAKER TO SIR BELLATOR!!!
Hollywood Luke Storm heads to the corner, he climbs to the top rope.
ARE WE ABOUT TO HEAR THE RUMBLE OF THUNDER?
Simon onto the ring apron and pulls down the top rope, causing Storm to slip and face plant the top turnbuckle. The Taskmaster slips into the ring and a hard punch to the ribs of Storm, followed
Hollywood Luke Storm kicks out of that fisherman’s suplex.
But Simon is in complete control here. He lifts the OSW Grand Slammer and throws him with a snap suplex. Swivel of the hips and Simon lifts Luke Storm…a second snap suplex. Simon stands over an ailing Hollywood Storm
OUTTA NOWHERE SIR BELLATOR!!!
The Templar leaps on to The Taskmaster’s back…
But Simon counters quickly with an over the shoulder throw. Sir Bellator quickly on his feet, Simon swivels
BELLATOR DUCKS THE SPINNING BACKFIST!!!
MOONSAULT SIDE SLAM!!!!
COUNTERED BY SIMON!!!
REVERSE SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!!!
No pin attempt from Simon, instead he moves to a corner and removes the turnbuckle covering, exposing the cold steel ring below. Storm is back on his feet, Simon tries to run the Real Deal into the steel but the latter counters.
DROP TOE HOLD!!!
ONTO THE STEEL RING!!!!
Sir Bellator tries to jump Luke Storm from behind.
The impact is so great that Sir Bellator is blown out of the ring by the stunner. That leaves Simon with Hollywood and The Taskmaster has been busted open from that impact with the steel ring.
HOLLYWOOD ZAPS THE TASKMASTER WITH A SUPERKICK!!!
Luke Storm makes his way to the top rope because when you see lightning, expect to hear
THE MOONSAULT CONNECTS!!!!
Luke Storm hooks the legs…
SIR BELLATOR WITH TOP ROPE DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!!!
Luke Storm breaks the fall!
Sir Bellator and Luke Storm scramble sluggishly back to their feet. Storm looking for another GALE FORCE!!!! But Bellator catches Hollywood’s foot, spins him around and clinches.
STANDING MOONSAULT SIDE SLAM!!!!
Sir Bellator took something from himself in that move and he’s not quite right as he gets to one knee. Can he cover Luke Storm?
THE KNEE TREMBLER!!!
SIR BELLATOR COUNTERS INTO THE ARM OF GOD!!!!
The armbar submission targeting the same shoulder of Simon as before.
The ropes are well out of reach and Luke Storm’s lights are out, the cameras are off and there will be no action from Hollywood to prevent The Taskmaster from TAPPING OUT.
WHICH HE DULY DOES!
SIR BELLATOR RETAINS!!!
A spiritual victory for Vayikra as Sir Bellator brings about a fall from his opponents’ pride.
WINNER AND STILL VHS CHAMPION: SIR BELLATOR
“IN YOUR DREAMS II”
Continued, earlier this week.
A groggy moan rings out as Viper Roberts starts to open his eyes. We’re back in the real world now and the wound on Roberts’ head can’t fix itself here. He starts to come around but before he can steady himself too much Corvus leans over the chair he’s still shackled to.
[ Corvus ] “Well. Is it sorted?”
Roberts does not answer immediately, which displeases the Black Hand.
[ Corvus ] “Answer me!”
[ Viper Roberts ] “In one way, Corvus, it is resolved.”
Corvus slams his hand down on the arm of the chair, the sound echoing around the dark space around them.
[ Corvus ] “What does that mean?”
[ Viper Roberts ] “It means that the Sandman will leave your dreams alone, now. But I really don’t think you’ll like the alternative…”
Suddenly, the single lantern in the room flickers.
[ Viper Roberts ] “But you did ask for this.”
Corvus is swung around on the spot and comes face to face with The Sandman! He’s back in the real world! But The Sandman does not give him long to think about that before he leathers him with lefts and rights. As Corvus falls to the floor The Sandman starts to kick at the Black Hand too, draining the fight out of him with each connecting hit.
Corvus manages to fight back enough that Sandman staggers back, and Corvus uses this moment to escape, seemingly melting into the darkness around him. In the scuffle, Roberts’ shackles came loose, and he now stands up from his wooden chair, getting up close to the Sandman.
They stare each other down for a short while. Then, as if to show he means to stick to his word, the Sandman steps back from the World champ, leaving him alone.
At least until their match, where the Head Snake’s title will be the prize on the line.
OSW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
THE SANDMAN vs. CORVUS vs. VIPER ROBERTS ©
Trapped inside the Vipers mind, the Dream Demon has been stewing for a month, plotting a wrathful revenge that may well destroy everything unless the Crow and the Viper can quell it inside the realm of dreams once more.
“Foreboding” plays and Corvus steps out into The Slaughterhouse. He points his arms to the sky then throws down two smoke bombs. When the smoke clears Corvus has disappeared. Cut to the ring where Corvus has taken a knee on one of the top turnbuckles. Another smoke bomb clouds the vision and when it dissipates Corvus is stood centre of the ring.
The Crow looks forward, focused and ready for another shot at a title he’s been fingertips away from before as the tones of an electric guitar begin to reverborate throughout the Slaughterhouse
“REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH”
A huge explosion erupts at the top of the ramp from which Viper Roberts suddenly appears with his head bowed. He looks up slowly with a shit-eating grin before scanning the room through his silver locks.
LIGHTS GO OUT!
Crunching Metal replaces the tones of electric as those four little words echo through the night
“ENTER LIGHT…ENTER NIGHT”
The lights come back on and The Sandman is behind Roberts, the Viper visibly gulping as he slowly turns around
MASSIVE RIGHT HAND!
That puts Roberts on his ass but he barely hits the floor before The Sandman picks his ass up, one hand around his throat
BEFORE THROWING HIM DOWN THE RAMP!
Roberts tumbles over and over down, hitting his back hard against the apron. Viper winces in pain but looking up, sees The Sandman rushing towards him as he quickly scrambles to his feet, rushing into the ring as fast as he can.
DING DING DING
The Sandman slides into the ring to a flurry of kicks from Roberts but that’s stopped almost immediately as The Dream Demon grabs a foot, launching Roberts across the ring with tremendous force. Viper manages to land on his feet, unclipping the world title from his waist as he steadies it in his hands before rushing forward
WORLD TITLE TO THE SKULL
The Sandman just stares daggers at Roberts, visibly shaken but he rushes to the ropes, rebounding off as he tries for another belt shot
The Sandman boots the gold right back into Roberts face, opening up a cut on his forehead that the Sandman is all too happy to break open, delivering a pair of stiff hands that may well have given Roberts a concussion before gripping him around the throat so hard, those sharp fingernails leave bloody marks on the Viper’s neck
Roberts nearly got sent to hell from that huge Chokeslam but the Sandman barely lets him hit the mat, peeling him up by the back of the neck as with a gleeful smile, he looks to blind the Viper
The Dream Demon might have no use for them but a kick to the nards still hurts like hell as he lets go of his grip on Roberts before finding himself rolled back
CORVUS WITH THE SURPRISE SCHOOLBOY!
…………SANDMAN KICKS OUT!
A hard roundhouse kick to the face stuns The Sandman before a massive Corvus Kick staggers him back into a kick to the gut
The DDT hits flush but the Sandman’s allready stirring on his knees as the Viper and the Crow realise they may well have to work together to ensure they have a chance to win this match.
DOUBLE BASEMENT DROPKICK!
That stuns the Sandman for a moment, a massive Roberts kick to the dome rocking him as the Viper signals for the Crow to fly before with tremendous strength, lifts the Sandman high up onto his shoulders in an electric chair
POISON BLADE! ELEVATED RKO!
That well could be it but they can’t be sure as Corvus lifts Sandman up, throwing him into a rearing back Viper
SNAKE OIL! SNAKE BITE!
Blinding Neckbreaker combination and that may well be all she wrote for the Dream Demon as Viper drops down for the cover
CORVUS BREAKS IT UP!
Roberts can’t steal it that easily, this one is one fall to the finish and the Crow knows it. Viper getting to his feet with a chuckling smile as he tries for a right hand
Corvus ducks it, delivering a rapid fire series of his own before throwing Roberts into the ropes, the Head Snake bouncing off
PELE KICK! Roberts gets nailed right on the dome, stunning the champion before he leaps up
That flash kick to the jaw sending the Head Snake stumbling into the corner, the Crow barely letting him hit the steel before delivering a huge running dropkick to the jaw. Viper is rocked as Corvus leaps up the ropes, gripping Viper before flowing him down to the mat with a modified Sunset Flip
This well could be it as the referee slides down for the cover
ROBERTS JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Corvus drops down, stalking the rising champion as he looks for the killing blow
Roberts slips out, delivering a hard kick a little below the belt before gripping him in a headlock
ODE TO SNAKE!
That DDT had stank on it as Corvus gets driven into the mat, the Viper feeling his victory in the air as he pulls Corvus up to his feet, wrapping his arms around his throat as Roberts bears his fangs
SNAKE BITE! That has to be it, Corvus looking knocked out on the mat and the Sandman still out, Viper may well have remained the top dog in OSW here tonight as he drops down for the cover
CORVUS GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Viper’s frustrated, he needs to finish this soon before the Dream Demon rises from his slumber and he may well have to resort to his nest to do so. He watches Corvus slowly rise to his feet, before gripping him by the jaw and thrusting his fingers inside his mouth as he locks in the Mandible Claw.
The Crow writhes in pain, refusing to give in as Viper grips his other hand around Corvus’s throat, needing to send the Crow to hell and back before his worst nightmare comes to life.
BLACK HAND’S BLADE!
Viper is out as Corvus is breathing hard, barely getting a cover on Roberts as the referee drops down for the cover
COULD THIS BE IT???
DO WE HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION?!
FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Viper just saves his world title reign in time with a last second rope break as the Crow can’t believe it, in absolute shock for a moment before he composes himself, sizing Roberts up for the kill before he notices something out of the corner of his eye
The Dream Demon sitting up.
Immediately, Corvus rushes forward, trying to take the Sandman by surprise
The Sandman tosses away the Crow with ease before standing to his feet and casually walking over to the groggy and struggling to get to his feet Viper. Roberts grabs hold of the Sandman, starting to pull himself up before realising what he’s gotten a hold of as he looks up slowly to the sadistic grin of the Sandman
MASSIVE RIGHT HAND!
Viper may well have gotten a concussion right there, eyes glazed over as The Sandman brings him in close, sprinkling out black sand onto his palm
BEFORE BREATHING IT INTO VIPER’S FACE!
The Head Snake is left writhing in pain, completely blinded by that viscious black sand as Corvus gets to his feet, grabbing a dagger from his side and throwing it at lightning fast speed at the Dream Demon
SANDMAN CATCHES IT!
He looks at the blade for a moment, waggling a finger as he admonishes the Crow for a moment
BEFORE THROWING IT BACK! The Crow’s not fast enough as the paralysing blade implants into his side, dropping him to his knees in agony.
The Dream Demon smiles, both men powerless to stop him as he drills a flailing Roberts with a brutal Big Boot, possibly knocking out several teeth before lifting him up to his feet,
CHOKE THROW INTO CORVUS…
BUT THE CROW DODGES THE SNAKE BULLET!
The Sandman looks perturbed, rushing forward with a right hand that Corvus rolls away from. The Sandman delivers a flurry of strikes that the Crow manages to duck, dip and dodge away. Is it just instinct or something else entirely?
The Sandman snarls, lifting Corvus up off the mat as he goozles him around the throat
NO! Corvus lands on his feet
BLACK HAND’S BLADE!
The RKO hits flush as Corvus collapses down on the Sandman as this well could be it
COULD THIS BE IT???
DO WE HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION?!
Viper Roberts leaps forward in the sound of the mat slams, hoping to save his championship reign
BUT IT’S TOO LATE
THREE!!! WE HAVE A NEW OSW WORLD CHAMPION!
Corvus does it here, after so many unsuccessful attempts, the Crow finally rises to the top of the mountain and becomes the new OSW World Heavyweight Champion.
WINNER AND NEW OSW WORLD CHAMPION: CORVUS
“IN YOUR HOUSE”
An idyllic neighborhood.
White picket fences. Fancy mailboxes. A cul-de-sac, even.
But there’s one house that stands out. It’s been abandoned, left to dwindle in this den of suburban splendor.
This is the house that SeeSaw now stands in front of. He walks between the swaying blades of grass before ascending two stairs to the front porch.
His hand reaches out to brush the door knob, and his face betrays his emotion.
Whispers of the past fill Mr. Make Believe as he turns the knob.
Hesitant, he enters the home.
His home. Where he grew up.
Where Andrew Fish became SeeSaw.
The living room is covered with dust, an ode to its emptiness. SeeSaw’s eyes blanket the room, taking in his past with new vision. They settle on the mantle, and he walks over to it, curiously.
Disrepair has taken the home, and most of the statues and pictures placed upon the mantle have fallen over, but one still stands upright.
Mr. Make Believe reaches out to touch it, but as his fingers nudge it, it vanishes into the mantle. He leaps back in surprise, watching as a nearby bookcase slowly slides to the right.
Revealing a doorway.
Stepping into it, SeeSaw steps into a small office. Cobwebs cover the walls, a half-inch layer of dust coats everything. SeeSaw reaches out to brush some of it off a picture frame on the wall.
It’s a medical degree. The name reading D’VILLE.
He steps to the office’s desk, sending up a cloud of dust as he picks up several manila file folders. He rifles through the documents contained therein.
Then he stops.
His eyes read through something, then repeat the action.
One more time, as if he’d missed something.
Then his eyes widen in surprise.
THE INVASION MATCH
VIGOUR vs. SIR RENAULT vs. PYRE vs. CHRONOA vs. DEATHNOTE vs. ETHER
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I shall die before I ‘wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
The opening of “Nightmare” by Halsey hits the Slaughterhouse speakers as the lights begin to flash red. Wisps of fire, like candles, form in a circle on the stage.
I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
The fire forms into the form of Pyre, her eyes glowing red. The fire surrounds her as she walks down to the ring and slides in.
I’ve tasted blood and it is sweet
She leaps to the nearest turnbuckle, sending jets of flames to all corners of the arena as the lights come back on.
The opening beats of the Orion Experience’s “Electric Moves” fill the arena as colored smoke rises from the ramp. When the drumbeats hit, Ether skates through the smoke with a lollipop in her mouth and a smirk on her face. She’s seen bobbing her head to her theme music as she slides over to the ring.
Once at ringside, she skates a lap around the squared circle, stopping midway through to mouth off a fan. She completes her roundabout and slides into the ring from the bottom rope, where she circles around that too. As her music fades, she makes her way to a corner, tossing the now bare lollipop stick into the crowd.
Before she can turn around, Pyre is on her as quick as a hiccup, grabbing her by the singed afro and slamming her straight into the corner turnbuckle, head first. Pyre bounces her skull off the pad ferociously..
ETHER BACK ELBOWS OUT!
The Fire Bitch stumbles having caught the elbow to her throat. Ether quickly adjusts herself and runs out of the corner, leaping into the air and SLAMMING PYRE INTO THE CANVAS WITH A BULLDOG! She immediately turns her over and begins mounting her, slamming right hands into her face. This quickly turns into a brawl with Pyre rolling her over and the pair of them rolling across the ring to the outside.
They fall to the floor and get back to their feet, trading off with right and left hands.
This is a brawl.
This is a fucking fight.
INVADE! INVADE! INVADE!
“The future is bulletproof.
The aftermath is secondary.
It’s time to do it now, and do it loud.
Killjoys, make some noise.”
The the heavy crash of drums and lilt of the guitar lick hit the speakers and the crowd is bathed in a writhing pulse of colour as the spotlights cycle through the colour spectrum.
Vigour runs out towards the ring, pumping up the crowd as he goes, stopping just short of Pyre and Ether who’re brawling before him. He runs towards them…
DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE TO VIGOUR!
The Prince of Party hits the deck like a sack of shit as Ether and Pyre combine for just a moment to take him out. That turns quickly into a knee to the gut by Ether, who doubles Pyre over and runs her STRAIGHT INTO THE FUCKING STEEL STEPS!
Pyre bounces off and sends the steps flying, leaving Ether to slide back into the ring and position a ladder. She looks up at the Invasion Briefcase and begins her march..
ONLY HERE’S VIGOUR!
He pushes the ladder, only The Bad Random re-positions herself..
LEAPING HURRICANRANNA FROM THE LADDER TO VIGOUR! SHE TWISTED IN MID-AIR TO LOCK IN THOSE HEADSCISSORS AND FLIPS VIGOUR OVER!
VIGOUR LANDS ON HIS FEET, SPINNING LIKE A FUCKING SUPERHERO!
He runs into the ropes, steps up the first…. second… third..
BUT ETHER PUSHES HIM OFF THE TOP ROPE!
CROSSBODY TO PYRE AS SHE GETS BACK TO HER FEET!
VIGOUR TURNS THE FALL INTO A BEAUTIFUL CROSSBODY!
INVADE! INVADE! INVADE!
The arena plunges into darkness, only a single strobe light remaining to light up the entrance way in between vigorous pulses. The build to “Unsainted” by Slipknot begins to play as a thick smoke crawls across the stage. As the guitars begin, Deathnote slides out from behind the curtain and stands atop the entrance ramp, with his head lowered and his hair hung over his face. The lyrics begin, as Deathnote snaps his head backwards, peering up from side to side at the crowd through the flickering light before beginning his slow descent down the ramp way.
He gets to the ropes just in time to see ETHER LAUNCH HERSELF AT HIM!
BULLHAMMER TO THE FUCKING FACE!
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
SHE DOVE STRAIGHT INTO A FUCKING BULLHAMMER! DEATHNOTE MUST’VE BROKE HER GOD DAMN FACE!
He quickly rushes around the ring, leaping onto the ring apron, speeding around the corner turnbuckle…
DOUBLE FOOTSTOMP OFF THE RING APRON TO A GETTING UP VIGOUR! HOLY FUCK! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
The Author rolls away and gets back to his feet, only there’s PYRE WITH A STEEL CHAIR!
SHE CLEANED HIS GOD DAMN FUCKING CLOCK WITH THAT ONE!
The Fire Bitch walks immediately around the ring to fire Ether stirring on the floor before slamming the steel down across her back. AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! She makes sure that bitch stops squirming!
INVADE! INVADE! INVADE!
A heavy grey mist fills the Slaughterhouse as a rising crescendo fills the air. A lone figure stands in the entranceway, their head slowly rising as the gutteral melody of a guitar begins to pierce through the crescendo.
And as the bass drops, Chronoa’s arms spread wide, dissipating the mist with a sinister grin etched upon her face.
Before sprinting down the entrance ramp at blinding speed.
FRRRIIGGGOORRRAAAAAAA TO PYRE! SPEEEAAAAAARRRRR!! DEJAVU! DEJAVU!
Chronoa slams Pyre into the concrete floor with ferocity and they both hit hard on that one.
It takes a good minute and a half for Chronoa to get back to her feet, but she does.
Slowly but sure, she gets back to her feet and slides under the bottom rope. She’s going for the ladder. She pulls it close and begins climbing, looking to end this thing before entry number six even gets a chance to get into the match.
Step after step and before you know it, she’s at the fucking top!
INVADE! INVADE! INVADE!
The lights go out.
IT’S SIR RENAULT!
THE LIGHTS HAVE COME BACK ON AND SIR RENAULT IS ATOP THE LADDER WITH CHRONOA! HER EYES ARE FUCKING WIDE!
WHERE THE FUCK DID HE COME FROM!?
HE REACHES OVER AND PULLS HER UP… HE’S LOOKING FOR A SUPLEX FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!
OH MY GOD…
CHRONAO GOES UP, BUT SLIPS DOWN BEHIND HIM…
AND IN ONE FLUID MOTION PULLS HIM STRAIGHT OFF THE FUCKING LADDER WITH A GOD DAMN GERMAN SUPLEX! HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYTHING SO FUCKING FLUID!? VERTICAL SUPLEX INTO AN IMMEDIATE GERMAN IN REVERSAL FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER AND THEY’RE BOTH BROKEN IN FUCKING HALF!
Meanwhile on the outside, Vigour has begun setting up the customary tables. He has four setup now, two on top of two and he has something in mind.
Elsewhere, Deathnote has a ladder bridge on the opposite side of the ring between the apron and the ring itself.
This is gonna get wild.
Vigour slides back into the ring and meets Deathnote across from him. They immediately start slugging it out, Deathnote taking the advantage and whipping The Prince across the ring – only he Baseball Slides at the ropes and ends up on one knee, not coming back to The Author. Deathnote angrily storms forward with a Clothesline, allowing Vigour to duck underneath and nail him with a Russian Legsweep. The expression leaps to the top rope, surely looking the Frogsplash.
ONLY ETHER PUSHES HIM OFF AND HE CRASHES AND BURNS ON THE CANVAS!
Ether is climbing to the top rope with her skates on..
DOUBLE… FOOOT… STOMP!
RIDE THE SKY TO VIGOUR! SHE JUST DOUBLE FOOTSTOMPED HIM WITH THE FUCKING SKATES ON!
Ether rolls through and slides across the ring, taking her opportunity to skate as fast as she can towards the ladder, leaping up onto it. She’s going for the case once again but here comes Pyre. The Bad Mother Fucker climbs the other side and they immediately begin trading right and left hands. As this is happening, Chronoa has a second ladder and pops it up alongside them.
All three women in this match are now brawling atop their respective ladders.
Sir Renault is fast up his side of the ladder to join Chronoa, meeting her back at the top in a redo of his arrival. There’s fists being thrown around. Everyone is aiming a shot at everyone else. Vigour meanwhile is on the top rope…
HE LEAPS ONTO THE LADDER BEHIND PYRE!
The Prince of Party holds on for dear life…
BUT HERE COMES DEATHNOTE FROM BENEATH…
WHAT A FUCKING POWERBOMB! HE DRAGS PYRE AND VIGOUR STRAIGHT DOWN ONTO THE FUCKING CANVAS, PYRE SLAMMING INTO VIGOUR WHO PLAYS THE MEAT IN THIS BAD MOTHER FUCKING SANDWICH!
Deathnote stumbles away, turning around to see…
CHRONOA TUMBLING FROM HER LADDER!
ETHER TUMBLING FROM HER LADDER!
ONE FINAL VICIOUS RIGHT HAND EACH NAILS THEM!
RENAULT IS GONNA WIN! HE’S GONNA DO IT!
He reaches up for the case, getting his hands on it.
BUT HERE COMES DEATHNOTE!
The Author storms up the ladder and immediately begins slugging it out with Darth Jesus. They start trading off with right and left hands, Deathnote soon switching it up to bounce Renault’s head off the steel. He climbs up further, then flips over the top…
GINORMOUS FUCKING SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB!
RIGHT ONTO THE GOD DAMN CANVAS!
DEATHNOTE HAS DAMN NEAR FUCKING KILLED HIM!
Holy shit chants echo throughout the arena as Sir Renault finds himself driven into the canvas for a second time from the top ladder. Darth Jesus is damn near broken in half. The field is clear – nearly everyone is down and out. Pyre and Vigour are hurting on the canvas, Deathnote and Sir Renault aren’t even moving and that leaves Ether and Chronoa.
The Harbinger of Fate storms across the ring, tackling Ether through the middle rope to the outside. They begin slugging it out on the ring apron, battling back and forth until Ether lunges forward…
LOLLIPOP TO THE THROAT!
THE LOLLIPOP KILL!
Chronoa grabs her throat in a panic, but here comes Vigour barrelling across the ring, smashing into both ladies and sending them flying off the apron into the barricade. Expression Incarnate slides to the outside and grabs a steel chair from under the ring, positioning it seated on the outside. He pulls Ether to her feet and… STANDING SIDE SLAM STRAIGHT THROUGH THE FUCKING CHAIR! ROCK BOTTOM THROUGH THE CHAIR! ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! Ether slams through the metal, breaking it on impact and bounces away in agony.
Vigour grabs Chronoa and pulls her back to her feet, whipping her STRAIGHT INTO THE FUCKING LADDER BRIDGE!
LADDER BRIDGE CLOTHESLINE TAKES DOWN THE HARBINGER!
He’s fucking expressing himself right now.
The Jack Of All Senses goes under the ring again and pulls out a table, setting it up right next to the ladder bridge.
Only here comes Pyre, sliding to the outside with a Baseball Slide that thrusts Vigour into the barricade. She bounces his head off of it, dragging him away and slamming him face first into the table. The Fire Bitch rolls him on, pounding the hell out of him with right hands before surveying her next move. With the crowd anticipating what comes next, she climbs onto the ring apron and up to the top rope.
SHE’S GONNA LEAP….
From behind comes Deathnote. Deathnote scales the turnbuckles like a cat, making it to the top rope with her… HE SCOOPS HER UP…
WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE.
DON’T DO THAT…
PLEASE DON’T DO THAT….
THROUGH THE FUCKING TABLE!
VIGOUR MOVES! VIGOUR MOVES!
DYING WISH FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE THROUGH THE FUCKING TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE.
PYRE IS DEAD.
SHE HAS TO BE FUCKING DEAD!
The crowd are going wild as Deathnote and Pyre now exist within the wreckage of what used to be a table on the outside of the ring. The Expression realizes that this may just be his moment and slides back into the ring, getting back to his feet to be met by…. you guessed it.. Sir Renault. Both men stare each other down, talking trash at one another – their history already a storied one.
LEFT HAND BY VIGOUR!
RIGHT HAND BY RENAULT!
Renault takes over… RIGHT…. RIGHT… RIGHT!
VIGOUR DUCKS UNDER THE LAST ONE AND HITS THE ROPES…
FUCKIN’ GOT HIM!
The Prince gets back to his feet and grabs one of the spare ladders, propping it in the corner as a bridge between the two sets of ropes. He grabs Renault and drags him over, smashing his head off. Again! Again! Again! Renault is on jelly legs and doesn’t even know where he is. Vigour attempts to do it again but somehow Darth Jesus blocks it, kicking Vigour low instead. He pulls him in…
UP INTO THE CRUCIFIX!
HE WALKS AROUND IN A CIRCLE FOR MOMENTUM…
THE LAST CRUSADE…
CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB THROUGH THE FUCKING LADDER BRIDGE! OH MY GOD! VIGOUR IS CRUMPLED IN THE FUCKING CORNER, BROKEN LADDER ALL AROUND HIM. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! RENAULT HAS BROKEN HIM!
Vigour slumps in the corner in agony, holding his back as jagged ladder digs into it. Renault turns around and looks for the other ladder, only here’s Ether!
MACH FIVE! MACH FIVE! DOUBLE KNEES TO THE FUCKING FACE OF RENAULT!
Ether has the opportunity. She has to get up that ladder now. Slowly but surely, she starts climbing – utterly exhausted from the battle she’s already been in thus far. Every step must feel like agony but she’s on her way to becoming the Invasion winner for 2022. She reaches the top and grabs at the briefcase.
The lights come back on and this time, SIR BELLATOR STANDS OPPOSITE HER!
SHE WILDLY SWINGS WITH A RIGHT…
BUT SHE HAS NO IDEA SIR GABLE IS ON THE DROP ROPE BEHIND..
DROPKICK TO ETHER!
DOWN GOES ETHER FROM THE LADDER!
Bellator and Gable rush towards Renault, helping him back to his feet so that they can push him up the ladder to victory.
BUT HERE COMES JET SET RADIO!
Tag and Wiz make a b-line for the ring, Tag on his Skateboard and Wiz on his Scooter. Tag is met at the bottom by a recovering Chronoa.
SKATEBOARD TO THE FUCKING FACE!
HE BROKE IT OVER HER GOD DAMN FACE!
SHE GOES DOWN!
Tag slides into the ring…
WIZ WITH A SCOOTER!
SCOOTER SHOT TO THE HEAD OF GABLE!
LEAPFROG FAMEASSER TO BELLATOR!
JET SET RADIO ARE EVENING THE ODDS FOR ETHER!
Wiz slides to the outside and gets two brand new ladders, placing them either side of the one already inside the ring. Tag is helping Ether back to her feet but she’s been through the mill already tonight. Together all three begin climbing the ladders, looking for a way to get to the top and take the Invasion case.
Only here comes Vayikra to meet them!
It’s a stable war atop the ladders!
As all six slug it out, someone has to do something.
VIGOUR PUSHES ONE OF THE LADDERS….
RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE AND THROUGH THE FOUR TABLES! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! TAG, GABLE AND WIZ JUST CRASHED AND BURNED THROUGH THE FUCKING TABLES!
THERE’S FUCKING CARNAGE EVERYWHERE! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
VIGOUR turns to go for the other ladder, but Sir Bellator has Ether…
SPANISH FLY FROM THE FUCKING LADDER TO ETHER!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
THEY SLAM INTO THE CANVAS BRUTALLY!
THAT LEAVES RENAULT!
Vigour quickly pulls the second ladder behind Renault, who’s climbing one to try and reach the top. He reaches out, pulling Sir Renault up into the sky…
LUMBAR CHECK STRAIGHT DOWN!
THEY COLLIDE WITH BOTH LADDERS AS THEY SMASH DOWN THROUGH THE AIR!
VIM AND VIGOUR, BITCH!
This is fucking chaos.
There’re bodies everywhere. Jet Set Radio and Vayikra are down. Deathnote is now sliding into the ring, but he’s groggy as fuck. He begins making his ascent after repositioning the ladder callously over the body of Vigour. The Author slowly but surely makes his way up…. and reaches for the case..
ONLY SUDDENLY HE SCREAMS!
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE LADDER IS PYRE….
HOLY FUCKING SHIT! PYRE IS HEATING THE LADDER FROM THE BOTTOM!
DEATHNOTE LEAPS OFF IN AGONY, DROPPING DOWN TO HIS FEET…
SUPERKICK! SUPERKICK! SUPERKICK!
PYRE WITH A PAGE OUT OF LUKE STORMS BOOK!
It’s sloppy as fuck but she’ll take it!
Pyre turns her attention back to the ladder she’s about to go up, but changes her mind. What’re you doing? This is your chance! She grabs Deathnote and drags him over to the ladder bridge outside of the ring.
OH MAN, SHE’S LOOKING FOR REVENGE!
She positions him on the ring apron, joining him there.
LOW BLOW TO DEATHNOTE!
As he stumbles on the ring apron, she heads to the top rope.
ECLIPSE THROUGH THE FUCKING LADDER BRIDGE!
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
PYRE JUST SENT HERSELF AND DEATHNOTE THROUGH THE FUCKING LADDER BRIDGE WITH MODIFIED ECLIPSE, TURNING IT INTO A FUCKING CUTTER!
THEY’RE BOTH DOWN!
THERE’S LADDER EVERYWHERE!
The fans are on their feet at the carnage surrounding ringside. Back inside the ring and Chronoa, busted wide open from the Skateboard, is climbing the ladder. She makes it to the top, puts both hands on the briefcase and…
SHE’S GONNA DO IT! CHRONOA IS GONNA WIN INVASION!
WHAT THE FUCK!
THE LIGHTS ARE FLICKING…
IT’S THE IMPALER!
OH MY GOD! THE FUCKING IMPALER IS HERE!
BLACK MIST TO CHRONOA! BLACK MIST! BLACK MIST!
The Impaler drops down off the ladder and walks around the other side, grabbing Chronoa as she stumbles backwards…
RUNNING SINGLE SHOULDER BOMB TO CHRONOA! THE IMPALER DRIVES HER INTO THE FUCKING CANVAS!
He slides to the outside and immediately vacates the ringside area, smiling an half evil smile from the side of his mask that you can see.
With Chronoa now down in the middle of the ring, the field is once again open – if there was only anyone available to take advantage. Pyre and Deathnote lay in ladder carnage outside the ring. Ether and Chronoa are down inside it. Renault is down…
But Vigour – that resilient little bastard… he’s pulling himself up the ladder…
He’s barely walking but with every ounce of energy he has, he’s trying to get up there. Meanwhile, Pyre has slid back into the ring, crawling towards the ladder herself.
Sir Renault is back up, grabbing a ladder and putting it on the top rope, balancing it right in the middle of the one that Vigour and Pyre are now racing like tortoises up. What’s he thinking? He pulls himself up onto that ladder and somehow balances himself. He walks over to the adjacent ladder, grabbing Vigour and yanking him onto the bridge. These two are in no mans land as Pyre looks on, wondering what the fuck is gonna happen next.
Renault scoops him up…
NO… YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME…. DON’T DO IT…
PILEDRIVER ONTO THE FUCKING LADDER BRIDGE!!
IT DOESN’T BREAK!
IT DOESN’T FUCKING BREAK!
VIGOURS SKULL SLAMS INTO IT AND BOTH MEN BOUNCE OFF LIKE FUCKING RAGDOLLS!
PYRE’S EYES GO WIDE…. SHE CAN’T BELIEVE IT DIDN’T BREAK.
BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! THEY’RE BOTH FUCKING DOWN!
Pyre can do this now.
She can claim the Invasion briefcase.
She reaches up, grabbing onto it.
WIZ IS ON THE LADDER BRIDGE! WIZ IS SOMEHOW ON THE LADDER BRIDGE! He has a can of spray paint in his hands… SPRAY PAINT TO THE FACE OF PYRE! HE’S SPRAYED IT RIGHT IN HER FUCKING EYES! SHE WOBBLES….
AND FALLS OFF! PYRE FALLS OFF!
Wiz rallies Ether, who gets back to her feet and starts climbing the ladder. Here she goes….
DEATHNOTE PULLS HER DOWN ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!
GATHER THY SOUL!
G…. T…. S!
ETHER TAKES THE SHOT TO THE HEAD…
WIZ LEAPS OFF THE LADDER!
SLOPPY SENTON BOMB ONTO THE STANDING DEATHNOTE!
WHAT A FUCKING COLLISION!
Pyre wipes the paint out of her eyes and stumbles in the middle of the ring. Here comes Chronoa, but she ducks underneath a Clothesline attempt…
AND TURNS INTO A BLAZING FUCKING INFERNO!
SHE GRABS CHRONOA… WHILST ON FIRE…
PYRE RUNS USING THE LADDER FOR LEVERAGE, STEPPING UP AND OFF OF IT WITH A FUCKING TORNADO DDT!
Sir Bellator and Sir Gable are now back to their feet in the ring. Pyre slowly gets back up to find herself surrounded. What’s she going to do?
“B-B-B-BAAAAAADDDDD TO THE BONEEEEE!”
The crowd errupts because here comes Zero and Hollywood Luke Storm! They step out through the tunnel, each with a weapon in hand and make a b-line for the ring. They slide straight in under the bottom rope, Storm swinging with a steel chair that misses Bellator – who ducks and slides straight to the outside. Gable on the other hand isn’t that lucky, being caught with a Kendo Stick to the skull by Zero. He stumbles backwards…
SIR GABLE STUMBLES…
Gable flails onto the canvas and rolls to the outside. Zero and Storm nod at Pyre, who smiles back…
Then they leave.
They’re not here to win this for her – just even the odds!
As Bad Mother Fuckers head to the backstage area, Pyre grabs a ladder and positions it underneath the Invasion briefcase. This is surely her moment to shine. She begins her ascent up the ladder, slowly edging ever close to the briefcase before her.
ONLY THERE’S VIGOUR!
HOW THE FUCK IS VIGOUR STILL STANDING!?
The Prince of Party slowly begins climbing the other side of the ladder. He must be fucking concussed to all hell. They make it to the top and begin trading right and left hands. Pyre wins the battle, slamming his Head off the ladder.
DEATHNOTE IS BACK TO HIS FEET.
OFF THE LADDER AGAIN!
VIGOUR FALLS, COLLAPSING STRAIGHT ONTOP OF DEATHNOTE, TAKING THEM BOTH OUT!
This is surely it.
Pyre reaches up for the case.
ETHER BEGINS RUSHING UP THE LADDER…
WHAT THE FUCK!?
HER SKATE MUST’VE CAUGHT BECAUSE ETHER BUNDLES HERSELF OFF THE LADDER, HANGING HERSELF UP ON THE FUCKING TOP ROPE!
AND PYRE GRABS THE BRIEFCASE!
DING DING DING!
SHE’S DONE IT! PYRE HAS WON INVASION!
The crowd are elated with the result as The Fire Bitch holds the Invasion briefcase tight!
“1 CORINTHIANS 15:42-44”
As confetti falls from the ceiling, Pyre hugs the briefcase whilst sat atop the ladder, utterly beside herself in victory. She slowly climbs down to meet Luke Storm and Zero on the entrance ramp, embracing with them as Bad Mother Fuckers head backstage.
Next week is Triosmania II and these three will compete, but tonight is all about Pyre.
What an amazing victory and what an opportunity.
The arena is suddenly and abruptly thrust into darkness.
There’s an eerie silence that accompanies it.
When the lights return, bMf are gone.
They weren’t hanging around.
But in the middle of the ring…
Vigour now stands groggily on the ladder Pyre used to win this match, a noose tied tightly around his neck, attached to the hook that once held the Invasion briefcase.
Beneath him, stood with two hands on the ladder, is none other than Sir Renault.
[ Sir Renault ] “The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory.”
The Expression Incarnate winces, grabbing frantically at the noose around his neck.
[ Vigour ] “P-Please..”
RENAULT RIPS THE LADDER AWAY!
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
VIGOUR DROPS LIKE A SACK OF SHIT, HOLDING AT HIS THROAT!
SIR RENAULT JUST HUNG VIGOUR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING RING – FIFTEEN FEET IN THE GOD DAMN AIR!
As The Prince of Party struggles, Renault tips the ladder over and exits through the crowd, watching every step of the way as he leaves.
The Generation Kid and Starboy storm down the entrance ramp and slide into the ring, retrieving the ladder and placing it beneath their friend.
Only it appears to be too late.
Vigour’s lifeless body slumps against it.
Is he gone?
TGK and Starboy are quickly up the ladder to reign him in, pulling him up so that he’s no longer hanging by his neck. Kid manages to untie the noose from the top, allowing Starboy to carry their fallen friend back to the canvas.
He checks for a pulse.
Then shakes his head.
[ The Generation Kid ] “Do something!! Please! C’mon!!”
[ Starboy ] “He’s gone, kiddo.”
The Kid rushes towards him in a panic, but Starboy grabs him and pulls him away, holding him close as the camera zooms in on the lifeless body of their dear friend. Tears stream down both their eyes as the audience look on in shock.
Sir Renault just murdered Vigour.
Vayikra must be stopped.
Somewhere, in the middle of no-where; in the middle of space itself. In the void of black that is space, we witness a glass like chamber, looking out into the abyss.
This chamber has many different visions strewn upon it, almost like screens, each displaying something different.
We focus on just one, for now.
It’s Sigil, and he’s back at the Tombstone belonging to Corvus and with a shovel, he’s digging through the cold ground in hopes of reaching the bottom of this mystery. The bones that Corvus had Zero steal for him were once in this shallow grave; but what do they mean?
As The Collector digs, watched by the unknown – he’s soon joined by someone else.
[ Corvus ] “I was wondering when you’d return here.”
Sigil stops digging, climbing out of the grave.
[ Corvus ] “You just couldn’t let sleeping dogs lie, could you?”
[ Sigil ] “You tried to fucking kill me. You work for the very thing I need to kill. Did you really think you’d not answer for any of it?”
The Crow begins pacing – both men now circling one another, Sigil holding the shovel.
[ Corvus ] “Our relationship is more complicated than even you could comprehend.”
The Collector shakes his head.
[ Sigil ] “And you have no idea why I need to do this. To you, he’s a boss, a master, a leader – but to me? He’s the last piece of a puzzle that I’ve spent years putting together. Do you know how many people have died for this? Do you know who I’ve had to fucking become?”
Crow tilts his head.
[ Corvus ] “Then perhaps we have more common ground than we realize, Collector.”
Both men take a moment to look at one another.
[ Corvus ] “It doesn’t matter.”
The Black Hand states callously.
[ Corvus ] “You’ll find no answers in that shallow grave and you certainly won’t find Death.”
[ Sigil ] “This isn’t over, Corvus.”
The Crow nods, knowingly.
[ Corvus ] “Oh, I’ll be seeing you.”
Sigil opens a portal and steps through.
We pan backwards from that image, watched on an all seeing glass monitor by something or someone we cannot see. It’s there that large metal fingers tap the arm of a metal chair, one after the other, contemplating.