The Slaughterhouse logo flickers in glowing neon.
We cold open, quite literally, in a meat locker above the aforementioned Slaughterhouse.
You can see the cold air wafting about in front of the screen as we buzz past hanging meat to where a man dangles, upside down – we can’t see his face.
Stood over him, wearing a bloodied apron and holding a butcher knife, is none other than The Butcher himself.
“When you made the mistake of rejecting my offer of fighting here, we struck an arrangement, didn’t we?”
He shakes his head, pushing him backwards so that he begins swinging.
“And you haven’t held up your end of the bargain.”
“I tried,” a voice mutters through gargling blood. “I just couldn’t… find it.”
The Butcher grimaces, his white bulbus face almost growling with rage – veins popping from his neck and forehead.
Instead of talking further, The Butcher bends down to grab the mans face, putting his knife to his throat as we finally see who hangs there.
“You had two choices; fight for me here, defend your title and be my prize, or find me what I was looking for.”
The Cop grimaces, blood dripping from his mouth.
“I told you what would happen if you didn’t do your job.”
Sadistically and slowly, The Butcher drags his knife across the throat of Nightstick, watching gleefully as he chokes on his own blood. It pours down his face, dropping with ferocity on the floor.
PAPA LEGBA VS. SCRIMSHAW
When exploring the seven seas, you are bound to see a litany of exciting and uncanny things in your adventures yet Scrimshaw has never seen anything like Papa Legba and like everything he saw in the water, he wants to conquer him. Will Legba be Scrimshaw’s catch of the day or his white whale? We find out next!
DING! DING! Scrimshaw charges at Legba and instantly throws some gut punches into Legba’s stomach and Legba is backed into the ropes! Scrimshaw backs up and charges with a running elbow strike! Legba catches him midair by the throat! CHOKESLAM OVER THE ROPES! Legba just choke slammed Scrimshaw to the floor!
Legba slides out of the ring and starts stomping on Scrimshaw! Scrimshaw catches the foot and stands up with it! SEA SERPENT’S STRIKE! Scrimshaw hits the dragon screw leg whip and Legba is sent into the guardrails! Scrimshaw starts throwing crazy rights and lefts towards Legba! Legba looks like he is getting rocked and he can’t escape! BLACK MAGIC! Legba spits that black substance into the eyes of Scrimshaw and he’s blind!
Legba drops Scrimshaw with a DDT! Legba has an evil look in his eyes! He grabs the back of Scrimshaw’s head and starts slamming his face into the floor! Scrimshaw is busted open but Legba won’t stop! Smash after smash after smash! No! Scrimshaw grabs the hand and starts biting it! Legba screams in pain and lets go! Legba clutches his hand but Scrimshaw won’t let him hold it! DASHED ON THE ROCKS! Spinebuster on the floor!
Scrimshaw pulls out his brass knuckles and mounts on top of Legba! He throws a right hand! Legba catches Scrimshaw’s arm and twists it so his fist is on the floor! He stomps on the arms! The fingers might be broken! Legba stomps on the hand more and more! He rips Scrimshaw off the ground and swings his hand into the ring post! Scrimshaw is screaming in agony and clutching his hand! A STEEP PRICE! LEGBA USES THE BIG BOOT TO DRIVE SCRIMSHAW’S HEAD INTO THE POST AND SCRIMSHAW IS OUT COLD!
What a fight! Scrimshaw put on a valiant effort but it was match for the closest thing the world has to a god!
“A CHANCE ENCOUNTER”
In Hell’s Kitchen, NY, towards the Slaughterhouse marches an unlikely warrior.
A keyboard warrior.
But suddenly, the sound of feet slamming against the pavement crescendos swiftly behind him.
“Move you little fuck!”
A man in street clothes brushes by Kenny, which is just enough strength to knock Freeman to the ground.
“He stole my purse,” Screams a woman!
Kenny looks up from the sidewalk and watches as the man runs with a woman’s purse in hand. In his heart, Kenny wants to stand up and stop him.
But his body is frozen as the man becomes a silhouette in the distance.
Without warning, that silhouette hits the ground with force as a darker silhouette tackles him to the concrete. The dark figure snatches the purse from the man, and begins marching back towards Kenny. As the figure gets closer, Freeman realizes who it is.
Redwing reaches down with his gloved hand.
Kenny stares at Redwing. “Come on kid,” Redwing says. “Get up.”
Kenny grabs Redwings hand, and The Red Knight pulls the Influencer to his feet. Redwing walks behind Kenny, who watches with deer-eyed amazement as Redwing offers the purse to the young woman it was stolen from.
“This is your purse?” Redwing asks.
“You’re Redwing, right?” She says, taking the purse. Redwing nods. “What are you doing up here in Hell’s Kitchen?”
Redwing grins at the woman. “I guess I’m just one of the Lambs to the Slaughter.”
Kenny’s ears perk up. “Me too!”
Redwing turns and looks at Freeman. Surprised to say the least, he looks Freeman up and down. “Well,” Redwing replies, a small shake of his head offered in admiration at Freeman’s guts. “Good luck with that, kid.”
“Thanks,” Freeman says. “You too.”
“Yeah,” the woman replies. “Thank you so much, Redwing.”
Redwing nods, and returns in the direction from which he came.
Freeman grabs his phone from his pocket and starts a tweet.
MARK GOULDERN VS. KENNY FREEMAN
It’s the man guiding the technological future, Mark Gouldern, against the man that uses tech to further his internet following, Kenny Freeman!
Gouldern begins to move forward when Kenny lifts a finger tell him to wait. Freeman quickly pulls out his phone to livestream the start of the match but when he does, Gouldern uses his TeleGauntlet to hack the phone and freeze it. Kenny looks furious, putting the phone down.
Kenny charges across the ring, shooting for Gouldern’s leg, but is met by a TeleBoot enhanced knee to the face. The Herald of the Future begins to throw a series of punches and kicks using all of his technology to enhance every blow. Kenny gets out of the ring to breath.
Gouldern climbs out himself, but KFree isn’t there anymore. He looks up just in time to see the Social Media Sensation flipping over the top rope and crashing down on him. Kenny gets to his feet and begins dancing his excitement at landing the attack. Not wanting to lose the advantage, Freeman throws Gouldern in to the ring.
Gouldern’s AI program gets his attention and wakes him back up as Kenny gets into the ring, Gouldern cuts him off kicking Freeman while he’s in the ropes. The Futurist wraps his TeleGauntlet covered arm around The Sensation’s neck, driving him down with PLANNED OBSOLESCENCE.
Mark slides back to the nearest corner, watching for Kenny to rise. Pressing some buttons on the TeleGauntlet, he lines Kenny up and once on his feet, Gouldern quickly runs and the TeleGauntlet lights up to aide Mark with THE DISRUPTION! Kenny collapses to the ground as Gouldern covers. ONE… TWO… THREE!
The Herald of the Future gets the win in a hard fought contest, showing OSW that Telegon’s technology will always lead the way!
In a not-so-well-lit corner, two men are discussing business.
Berkshire Ellison Greene…
…and tonight’s main event referee.
“Are we clear on the terms Mickey gave you?” BEG asks the ref. “He has a thick Irish accent, so I can forgive some misunderstanding on your part now. But if you misunderstand later and fuck this up for me…”
“Not a chance,” the ref replies, shoving a fist full of dollars in his front pocket. “My mother’s Irish. I understood every word.”
BEG looks around.
No one in ear shot.
“Then who is walking out of tonight’s event the Slaughterhouse champion?”
The ref looks around as well.
Playing coy, he replies. “Well, for my money, I’d have to say BEG has the best chances.”
BEG offers a wink and a nod.
But suddenly, a voice as gentle as the wind and strong as the mountain interrupts. “It is a fine thing, to win a contest.”
BEG and the referee JUMP and turn to the voice.
There stands Banzan.
“Finer still to win by merit. Cheating only satisfies the victor, like a wandering man in the desert is satisfied by a mirage of an oasis. Everyone else sees clearly it is not real, and the wandering man does as well–but much later.”
BEG lifts an eyebrow at Banzan. He turns to the referee and snickers. The referee snickers back.
He reaches in his breast pocket and pulls out a cigar, placing it between his smiling teeth. He digs in his coat pockets and pulls out a wad of 100 dollar bills with one hand, and a lighter.
Banzan stands perfectly still.
“Your audacity is impressive,” BEG says, lighting a few of the Benjamin Franklins with the lighter, only to use those burning bills to light his cigar. He tosses the burning bills to the ground and continues after puffing the cigar to full blaze.
“Buddhist, is that right?”
“Buy yourself a new god,” BEG says, tossing the rest of the money at Banzan and walking away.
Banzan remains still.
The referee immediately begins picking up the money.
Before BEG escapes ear shot, he says. “Actually, save your money. Don’t waste it. Because tonight, I’ll become your god.”
As BEG walks away, Banzan looks at the referee.
“Imagine,” Banzan says. “Being so corrupt that you take money from a wandering man who expects an oasis, when all you can sell him is a mirage.”
The referee swallows hard, looking at the bulge BEG’s money leaves in his pocket.
JUNKRAT VS. SIGIL
Tonight, a man who has walked along many planes takes on a man who has probably blown up a few planes. It’s Sigil, The Realmswalker, facing off against Junkrat, everyone’s favorite pyromaniac!
The bell rings and Junkrat charges towards Sigil! Junkrat does a fucking half-crossbody block, half Lou Thesz Press and collides into Sigil, taking him down, raining punches on him. Suddenly, A FUCKING PORTAL opens underneath them! Next thing anyone knows, they are falling from midair!
Sigil creates another portal and moves through it, and it closes behind him! Junk rat falls and COLLIDES into the mat just as a portal appears in the ring, and Sigil steps through it, dusting himself off. Junkrat winces in pain and looks up at Sigil. Angrily, he grabs hold of some explosives attached to his person and stands to his feet.
Sigil reaches in his satchel, but before he is able to retrieve what he is digging for, A FLASHBANG GRENADE GOES OFF IN THE RING!!! JUNKRAT HAS JUST TEMPORARILY BLINDED AND DEAFENED HIMSELF, SIGIL, AND A PORTION OF THE AUDIENCE!!! BUT JUNKRAT MUST HAVE BUILT UP A GOD DAMN TOLERANCE TO FLASHBANGS, BECAUSE HE ISN’T AFFECTED!!!
CONCUSSION MINE!!! THE TILT-A-WHIRL DDT!!! Junkrat makes the cover!! ONE… TWO… TH– NO!! SIGIL KICKS OUT!! Junkrat stands up and lays a few stomps into Sigil, and climbs to the top rope! THE RIP-TIRE!!! NO!!! SIGIL ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY! Sigil stands to his feet. Junkrat reaches his when GAGOOSH!!! THE PLANESWALKER FROM SIGIL!!! IT PRACTICALLY CAVED JUNKRAT’S RIBCAGE IN!!! HE MAKES THE COVER!!! ONE… TWO… THREEEEE!!!
The Realm Walker picks up a big debut victory over the Anarchist tonight, as Sigil’s arm is raised in victory!
The Hollywood Walk of Fame
On one of the world’s biggest tourist traps, there is an amalgamation of bright colors and loud voices down the street, everyone walking is excited, all but one man.
Luke Storm is above Bruce Lee’s star, whispering “Every action star wants to follow in your footsteps, hoping to transcend the screen into the hearts of millions. We all want to be recognized as men who can handle any issue using their fists. We all want to be the one that not just actors aspire to be but true fighters. You are the one A-list actor who people recognize for fighting above acting. How did you do it?”
A man in all black walks behind Luke Storm and slaps his shoulder “One of a kind, wasn’t he?”
Storm is startled, “Yeah…Yeah he was, who are you?”
“Just a fan, Mr. Storm, I was concerned when I saw you hunched over this star with a look I’ve seen a thousand times. It’s the look of an aspiring actor, one with hope and anticipation but mostly of fear, but Mr. Storm, you’ve made it! Why do you look like you have something to prove?”
“Because I have everything to prove. My fame is based on the way I handle myself in movies and as I’ve gotten older, I’ve been inundated with insults like I bet he has a stunt double for everything he does or make way for actors who can truly fight. More and more people believe I’m a hack who can’t fight to save his life so you can say I’m auditioning for the role of my life in Old School Wrestling where I can prove everyone wrong. I look at Bruce Lee because I’m sure he could handle himself in that ring and I want to prove that Bruce Lee isn’t the only one who can leap from the screen and fight anyone who comes my way.”
“There it is, you aspire to be seen as the real thing, everyone sees you like this town, completely fake but you want to change that perspective, I’ve got just the thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well Mr. Storm, do you remember how Bruce Lee had his yellow jumpsuit?”
“Of course I remember, I have a combat suit based on it.”
“Excellent, you see, Lee was good however he was nervous whenever he had to show off his skills. When he wore that suit, his confidence shot through the roof and he could take out a whole room by himself. Making Bruce Lee that confident was my masterpiece. I made that suit and underneath the black stripe was technology designed to kill any nervous thought he had. I can do the same for you.”
Storm is intrigued but skeptical.
“I see the doubt in your eyes but here’s proof”
The man pulls out a picture of himself giving Bruce Lee the historic outfit
“You have your suit and it’s probably nice but I can improve it and make you just as good if not better at fighting in real life as you are in the movies.”
“I’m interested, what do I need to do?”
“Just give me your suit and I’ll make some adjustments real quick.”
The man tinkers with the combat suit for a while then states, “There, perfect. You’ll be able to strike harder, strike faster, but most importantly get rid of any nerves and be able to show no mercy. ”
“Great! What do I owe you?”
“Nothing Mr. Storm, I’m just a fan who wants to see his favorite be able to take care of himself no matter how real it gets.”
Luke walks away already beaming with more confidence than he has had in a while.
Once Storm is out of earshot, the man puts on a wicked smile and says, ” It’s bound to get very real indeed.”
The man pulls out his phone and calls someone instantly, “Mr, Gouldern, I have just spoken with Luke Storm and Project Failed Audition is a go.”
LUKE STORM VS BANZAN
Two masters of the martial arts collide in this exhibition match, each looking for just the tiniest advantage going into the Lambs to the Slaughter match later in the night! What will happen when the Perfect Storm is cast upon the Indestructible Mountain?
The bell rings, and both men size each other up, looking for an opening. Seeing his size advantage, Banzan gets into horse stance, widening his legs for a good base as Storm charges at Banzan, only for the Indestructible Mountain to strike low at Storm, sending him to the canvas!
Storm is quick to his feet, as the two men exchange hard strikes looking to wear one another down. Storm manages to get Banzan weakened and down to one knee, and he manages to take advantage of this with a hard knee to the head that drops Banzan down hard!
Storm goes to lock in an armbar, but the big man quickly powers out of it before sitting in mountain stance. This confuses Storm for just a moment before he starts laying in some hard strikes, but seemingly to no avail as Banzan meditates to focus his mind and body.
The little effect his offense is having seems to frustrate Storm as he rears back for one final kick…only for Banzan to transition to tiger stance, catching Storm with a TIGER CLAW! Banzan’s to his feet now, charging–MAGGA! Nailed Luke Storm with that running knee strike, and the cover! ONE…TWO…THREE!
Banzan’s lifeforce has afforded the Indestructible Mountain the victory tonight, but how will he fair later?
“BANG FOR THEIR BUCK”
The night before Lambs to the Slaughter.
A wild mess of hair is silhouetted against sparse columns of illumination. Green and red lights blink in the distance; what looks to be miles of tangled cables and frayed wires, only half visible, snake everywhere.
The wild hair’s owner lets out a crazed, maniacal laugh.
It’s unmistakable: Junkrat.
With glee, he connects two random wires together. A jolt of electricity illuminates the unidentifiable space. An entire armory’s worth of explosives, strewn about on every visible surface, is briefly made visible. The electricity crackles loudly and violently.
Junkrat lets out another maniacal laugh as his body pulsates with the current.
Then he moves on, seemingly even happier than before.
“Tick tock, tick tock…” he says. “All around, I spy a bunch of chumps waiting for the big debut. The big night!“
Junkrat pauses in a column of illumination. Upon his sweaty, filthy face is a look of absolute jubilation.
“And me? This rowdy old rat is ready to make sure everyone gets a little more BANG for their buck!”
Emitting another hideous cackle, Junkrat retreats into the jungle of wires and high-powered explosives behind him.
“Not much of an opening ceremony without some fireworks, eh, mate?”
What Junkrat does not see as he is ranting is the strange shape moving behind him: crawling slowly out of this hellish place that could explode at any minute.
The shape pauses a moment, as if it were looking around.
“Tick tock… tick tock…” Junkrat whispers to himself.
Then the shape – whatever it is – slips away, out of sight, completely unnoticed. Junkrat, oblivious, continues his diabolical preparation.
What’s he planning?
BLACKVEIL VS. SHAYDE
Standing in the ring, a ring surrounded by members of the macabre Sisterhood, is their avowed leader, Blackveil. Across from her is Shayde, a woman who has no idea what she has gotten herself into tonight.
The bell rings and Shayde charges, Blackveil sidesteps a spear that drives Shayde’s shoulder straight into the middle turnbuckle. She clutches her shoulder in agony. Blackveil wraps her pale hands around Shayde’s neck and begins choking her! The referee, however, doesn’t realize it. His body is floating in midair, his eyes closed. Immediately, all of the sisters around the ring set to beating Shayde mercilessly.
With hundreds of fists to her face and neck, hundreds of stomps to her upper and lower body, Shayde is being absolutely decimated by Blackveil’s sisters. When they depart from her body, the referee drops to the ground. Shayde stands, her eyes totally white.
She has become a vessel of Blackveil. Shayde immediately runs outside of the ring, and starts slamming her own forehead into the steel turnpost. Over, and over, and over, Blackveil forces Shayde to slam her own forehead into the post, as blood splatters, sprays, and pours with every impact!
Shayde suddenly stops and rolls herself into the ring. Her eyes are no longer white. Her face and neck and the mat around her is covered in blood. But Shayde won’t give up! She slowly crawls to all fours! THE ANNULMENT!! Blackveil with the running punt kick, looking like it damn near ripped Shayde’s head right off her neck!!! Blackveil makes the cover!!! ONE… TWO… THREE!!
Complete silence from the audience. No one understands exactly what just happened before their eyes. The silence almost makes Blackveil smile as she has her hand raised in victory.
LAMBS TO THE SLAUGHTER I
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
This is it…
This is the moment we’ve all been waiting for.
Lambs to the Slaughter.
Let’s explain the rules; four lambs start, anything goes. Eliminations by pinfall, submission or sheer inability to continue.
Inside the ring, Monty Straight, Kenny Freeman, Veritas and Mez stand awaiting the bell. Once every minute, another lamb will come join the fray until only one remains.
It’s a cagey opening as all four men circle around the ring, three looking across at the ginormous Mez. Understandably, it doesn’t take a wise guy to figure out where they’re going and they bombard the Psychopath.
Veritas and Straight deliver big blows, right hands, but none of them seem to faze the big guy. He reaches forward, grabbing Straight by the throat and tossing him over the top rope. Freeman gulps, having backed away in sheer terror as Mez scoops Veritas into the air and drops him throat first across the top rope.
The Madman kicks the top rope for good measure, springing Veritas back into a roll that lands with him under the bottom rope and to the outside.
Freeman takes his chances, running across the ring and Baseball Sliding beneath Mez’ legs. He pops back up and like a tiny gnat, kicks away at the back of his legs with ferocity.
He’s ducking, dipping, dodging and…
MEZ TURNS, LEAPS FORWARD AND ONE BIG KNEE STRIKE BUSTS POOR FREEMAN’S NOSE WIDE OPEN.
Mez drops down into the cover…
Kenny Freeman, god bless him he tried, has been eliminated.
The buzzer sounds and here comes Alton Whitlock, ready and prepared for a battle. He undoes his shirt, unbuttons his jacket and pops it on the ring post before entering to stand before Mez.
He quickly tries to talk to the Big Guy, but The Madman isn’t interested in listening. Veritas meanwhile comes from behind with a SUPERKICK to the back of the head! Mez turns angrily, receiving a second that stumbles him.
Whitlock comes in from behind, looking for a Back Body Drop, only he’s unable to lift him. Veritas rushes around the other side and together they drop the Maniac down to the canvas.
The Politician goes for a hearty handshake but the Truth isn’t interested, instead chopping down his leg with one kick, before chopping at his head whilst kneeling to take him down to the canvas.
Just then, the buzzer sounds.
Here comes Blackveil!
She casually walks to the ring, umbrella in hand. Whilst she’s taking her time, Mez is back to his feet, throwing Veritas down to the canvas with a CHOKESLAM!
The sheer power rocks the ring. Blackveil enters, slamming the end of her umbrella through the eye hole on Mez’ mask, bringing him to his knees. She plucks it out, opening it forcefully in his direction, the power of which blasts him to the canvas.
She turns just as Whitlock gets back up, driving a knee into his chest, dropping him to the floor.
Backing up, The Abominable Bride sizes Alton up before Mez stands up in front of her. He grabs her by the head, pulling her forward.
GINORMOUS THUNDEROUS HEADBUTT!
Blackveil hits the canvas just as Veritas leaps on the back of The Madman. He tries desperately to get his fingers into the eye holes of Mez’ mask but the monster pulls him over his shoulder.
MEZ WITH A COVER…
Veritas came seeking the truth but all he found was Madness. He’s been eliminated!
Mez rolls off, only he doesn’t see BLACKVEIL! SHE’S BACK TO HER FEET!
Mez dominated in the early but the scorned bride cometh and he has been eliminated!
Here comes Redwing.
The Superhero runs into the ring, catching Blackveil with an immediate Slingblade. He pops back up, ducks a Clothesline by Whitlock and dumps him over the top rope.
Monty Straight by this point is casually standing outside and has been for a majority of the match. As Whitlock lands though, he stops before Straight who quickly grabs him, bouncing his head off the ring apron.
That doesn’t work, Alton spinning him around and tossing him into the ring instead.
He walks straight into Redwing, stumbling low.
Monty Straight tried to survive on the outside, out of the way, but his show ends early tonight!
Whitlock slides back into the ring, running with a giant SPEAR that tackles Redwing to the canvas.
You know what that means?
She comes out onto the stage under a spotlight, her guitar in hand. She’s going to play us a song but before she gets started, a masked figure comes from behind with a STEEL CHAIR!
SHE GOES DOWN!
CHAIR SHOT TO THE HEAD!
WHAT THE FUCK? SHE’S BUSTED WIDE OPEN! THERE’S BLOOD EVERYWHERE!
Redwing slides to the outside and runs up the entrance ramp, chasing the assailant off. He stops to check on Hex but she’s in no state to continue. Who the fuck did that?
Hex has been eliminated, but by who?
You know what that means, don’tcha?
Redwing is soon greeted on the stage by none other than Junkrat. He comes running out, tackling him with a Lou Thez Press.
He immediately starts right handing the Hero, beating the holy shit out of him next to the prone body of the Spellcaster.
He pulls Redwing up and tosses him off the stage, dusting his hands off before snatching the guitar from Hex and playing a fucked up tune. Disgruntled, he runs down the ramp with it and slides into the ring.
GUITAR TO THE HEAD OF ALTON WHITLOCK!
GUITAR TO THE HEAD OF BLACKVEIL!
THE BLOODY THING HAS BEEN SPLINTERED INTO PIECES!
Junkrat fumbles around in his pocket, looking for something, only…
Ignatius is here!
He storms to the ring and gets inside, just as Junkrat finds a button from inside his pocket. He winks at The Black Flame before smiling.
“Boom!” he says, pressing the button.
Suddenly a massive explosion begins to rise from under the ring, ready to engulf it, everyone in it and the Slaughterhouse as a hole.
Only Ignatius consumes the blast.
Junkrat just tried to blow up the fucking Slaughterhouse? What the fuck?
Ignatius, with all that added heat, pulls Junkrat close…
THE BURNING BEARHUG!
Junkrat taps out rapidly, shortly being dropped by the Black Flame!
Junkrat tried to give us all a little more bank for our buck but thankfully Ignatius was on hand to soak up all that heat. The Anarchist has been eliminated!
The Old Sea Dog meets Redwing recovering on the entrance ramp and drags him towards the ring, bouncing him head first off the ring apron.
DRAGGED TO THE DEPTHS!
LEG HOOK SAITO SUPLEX!
ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
Redwing writhes in agony! Scrimshaw gets back to his feet and slides into the ring, being met by Whitlock, who hits a Suplex on him there and then.
Whitlock gets back up and finds Ignatius waiting with a thunderous Clothesline.
From behind him though, Blackveil attacks with kicks to the back.
He turns around, forcefully grabbing her, only to be elbowed repeatedly in the head, almost knocking his mask off.
The Black Flame turns, being grabbed by the throat.
BLACKVIEL UNBELIEVABLY LIFTS HIM INTO THE AIR!
SHE’S CHOKING HIM!
SUDDENLY, FROM BEHIND WITH A CLOTHESLINE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD COMES WHITLOCK!
As the ominous sound of Banzan’s music hits, everyone turns their attention to the entrance ramp.
The Indestructible Mountain storms to the ring, where Scrimshaw rushes to meet him. Banzan chops him across the chest, sending him to the floor in a hurry. He continues to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope.
It’s there that Alton Whitlock walks into a thunderous TIGER CLAW!
Banzan immediately turns to see Blackveil running at him. He ducks underneath her Clothesline attempt, hitting the ropes as fast as possible.
MAGGA TO BLACKVEIL!
Blackveil’s quest for equality isn’t over but for tonight, she must rest. Blackveil has been eliminated!
Banzan gets back to his feet being run into the corner by Ignatius. The Black Flame starts unloading on him with right hands, becoming the first to stop the mountain in his tracks.
Next up comes the technological mogul; Mark Gouldern!
And he hasn’t come empty handed. He walks to the ring with a massive white gun and a giant smile to match.
Everyone in the ring turns their attention to him on the entrance ramp as he fires the weapon directly into the melee.
A cannister flies into the middle of the ring, emitting a blue gas that begins working to disorientate everyone standing.
Gouldern attaches a white mask and slides into the ring, taking advantage.
SUPERMAN PUNCH TO REDWING!
Redwing has been eliminated!
Mark gets back to his feet as the fans boo, dusting himself off. He’s ready to go to work but what he doesn’t expect is Ignatius to be walking through the smoke behind him.
And he’s wearing his own gas mask, remember.
As X begins making his way to the ring, Ignatius has Gouldern in the BEAR HUG He’s emitting serious heat before a double Clap around the head forces a drop.
Banzan comes in, tackling them both like a Bulldozer with a Spear.
X slides into the melee and grabs Banzan, tossing him over the top rope. He drops Gouldern with a chop to the chest, then ducks under a Clothesline by Ignatius, kicking down one leg and chopping his throat to great effect.
Scrimshaw turns him.
DASHED ON THE ROCKS!
SPINE ON THE PINE!
The Old Timer gets back to his feet, but is turned by Whitlock!
THE POLITICIAN COVERS WITH A SMILE…
Scrimshaw has been eliminated!
Whitlock barely has time to get back to his feet before Gouldern meets him!
Sigil begins making his way into the fray, where Gouldern has Whitlock covered in the middle of the ring.
Alton Whitlock’s campaign ends tonight… for now!
That leaves us with five in the ring. Ignatius, Banzan, Mark Gouldern, X and now Sigil!
With only 7 entries remaining!
Sigil immediately makes an impact, slamming Gouldern down to the canvas with a Spinebuster of his own.
He gets back to his feet, walking into a series of Chops by X.
X backs him into the corner, whipping him across the ring and following.
Only Sigil vanishes.
X looks around in confusion.
FROM BEHIND! HE TELEPORTED BEHIND!
Only the Lethal Weapon is in tune to it and not so easily bamboozled.
He ducks under the Clothesline…
THEN LEAPS HIMSELF
DOUBLE AXE HANDLE WITH HIS BIONIC ARM!
NO! SIGIL DUCKS!
Here comes Luke Storm in his special suit!
He stomps to the ring like a monster, entering the fight with all the confidence in the world.
He slams Sigil to the canvas with a Clothesline, turning around to see Banzan.
Banzan attempts to strike but Storms reactions are seemingly increased and he blocks it, lunging forward with a Headbutt.
He’s feeling it, folks. He’s fucking unstoppable.
X attempts to attack, but Storm leaps into the air, catching him with a high knee to the face.
That disorientates the Lethal Weapon, who stumbles backwards to be Clotheslined over the top rope.
Ignatius is next to try his luck, only he’s caught clean…
SUPERKICK! HE ALMOST TAKES IGNATIUS FUCKING HEAD OFF!
It’s clear that it’s going to take something else to take this guy down, wearing that suit.
Darby Sorrow is next into the action and he’s in no rush to get to the ring, meandering down the ramp with his shovel in hand.
He slides, crashing the shovel across the back of Storm multiple times until he falls.
Banzan is next, being caught clean across the head and sent to the outside. He slams into the barrier and rests there, barely conscious but somehow still standing.
Sorrow turns his attention to X, nailing him with a shovel shot before tossing it down.
HE LEAPS ONTO THE TOP ROPE!
FOLDS HIS ARMS!
OH MY FUCKING GOD! DARBY SORROW COFFIN DROPS FROM THE TOP ROPE, ALL THE WAY TO BANZAN ON THE OUTSIDE, CRASHING THROUGH BOTH HIM AND THE FUCKING BARRICADE! THERE’S CARNAGE OUTSIDE THE RING!!
The fans are in an absolute roar now! This just got fucking intense!
Meanwhile, Luke Storm drops X!
As Inferus makes her way to the ring, Luke Storm has the cover on X.
X has been eliminated!
Inferus dives into the action, grabbing the shovel that belongs to Sorrow and teeing off across the back of Luke Storm, trying to destroy his suit.
But Storm powers through, grabbing the shovel from her hands and SNAPPING IT IN FUCKING HALF!
He grabs her, but she’s illusive and slips out, leaping up with a Headscissors that flips him over.
Sorrow pulls himself from the wreckage on the outside and crawls into the ring. He’s busted up, man, but somehow gets back to his feet.
Inferus swings with a quick kick but he ducks under it, scooping her up.
That was close!
Here comes BEG!
And he’s surrounded by Henchman. He sends them off into the ring, watching as they maul his competitors.
Sigil is the first to be taken down, beaten and dispatched with brutal knuckleduster-based violence.
Darby Sorrow takes a shot the skull for good measure as well.
BEG watches from the outside, hat on his head and cane in his hand as Luke Storm, Mark Gouldern, Ignatius and Inferus all get mauled by his gnarly henchmen wearing knuckledusters!
When he’s finally satisfied that the playing field has been levelled, he enters the ring, gleefully covering Sigil.
As despicable as it is, Sigil has been eliminated!
BEG gets back to his feet with a smile, carefully taking off his hat and jacket. He surveys the ring, trying to decide who he wants to pin next but we’ve got three more entries and here comes one of them!
Seesaw makes his way to the ring slowly, watching as BEG’s henchmen form a barrier between him and their boss.
Meanwhile, Luke Storm is back to his feet – faced with Mark Gouldern.
He swings a right arm, but Gouldern ducks, punching something into his gauntlet.
Luke Storm freezes!
He can’t move!
BEG turns around, getting clobbered by a SUPERMAN PUNCH!
He goes down, leaving Gouldern to stand in front of Storm with a smile.
“How’d you like your new tech?” He asks, patting the suit. “`You’ve not seen some of the hidden features, have you?”
Mark punches something into the gauntlet and Storm lays down.
HE LAYS DOWN.
With a smile, Mark covers…
Not like this. What a son of a bitch.
Luke Storm has been betrayed by tech he didn’t realize came from Mark Gouldern!
Luke Storm has been eliminated!
As the buzzer goes, Seesaw turns to see Papa Legba making his way out to the ring behind him.
They stand together and look at the row of six henchmen, before nodding.
Then they attack.
Bodies fly left and right as Seesaw and Legba take care of them on the outside.
With all the henchmen taken care off, Legba attacks Seesaw from behind, slamming him into the barricade.
He drags him away with a cane around his throat, tossing him into the ring.
Seesaw stands up, being dropped by Banzan and a ginormous Overhead Drop. Banzan turns around, walking into Ignatius, who scoops him up…
THE BEAR HUG!
The Indestructible Mountain is burning up! How long can he withstand the pain!?
Seesaw meanwhile gets back up…
A STEEP PRICE BY LEGBA!
WHAT A FUCKING BIG BOOT!
Seesaw has been eliminated!
Here comes the final entrant!
It’s The Judge!
He makes his way to the ring but the action is continuing! Banzan has faded in the arms of Ignatius, or so it seems!
His head suddenly starts driving forward.
Ignatius drops him! He stumbles backwards into a roll up by BEG.
EVER THE OPPORTUNIST!
Ignatius has been eliminated! That leaves us with 7!
The Judge enters the ring, dropping Sorrow with a Clothesline. Gouldern is next, followed by Legba.
He’s handing them out.
Inferus ducks under, stopping short after a kick when he turns. The Judge pulls her close.
POWERBOMB TO INFERUS!
He gets back up…
A STEEP PRICE!
BIG BOOT BY PAPA LEGBA!
The Judge has been eliminated!
Legba gets back up, immediately being tossed over the top rope by BEG. The Money Man looks cocky until Inferus NAILS HIM!
THE FACIES FUREM!
A PUNCH COMBINATION FINISHED BY A HUGE BACK ELBOW!
AND HERE COMES GOULDERN!
SUPERMAN PUNCH TO INFERUS!
Gouldern stumbles away…
BUT HERE COMES DARBY SORROW FROM THE TOP ROPE!
COFFIN DROP TO GOULDERN!
Mark Gouldern has been eliminated!
There’s barely time to breath when that slimy prick BEG covers Inferus…
Inferus has been eliminated!
We’re down to the final four!
AND PAPA LEGBA!
ONE OF THESE WILL BE THE OSW CHAMPION!
BEG gets back to his feet…
THE STEEP PRICE!
NO! HE DUCKS!
KINSASHA BY BANZAN!!
BEG SIDESTEPS AND BANZAN TAKES OUT A RUNNING SORROW!
LEGBA turns, being dragged down into the CRIPPLER CROSSFACE!
THE FINANCIAL CRISIS!
LEGBA NEEDS TO TAP… HE’S REACHING… HE’S REACHING…
HE TAPS OUT!
PAPA LEGBA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Green gets back to his feet with a smile, but there’s Banzan!
Banzan tosses him away only to be met by Sorrow. He blocks Sorrows kick attempt and throws him over the top rope, not realizing that he landed on the ring apron!
BEG is back to his feet as Banzan turns around.
KINSASHA BY BANZAN!!
KINSASHA BY BANZAN!!
KINSASHA BY BANZAN!!
BEG has been eliminated!
We’re down to the final two! It’s Banzan and Darby Sorrow!
OFF THE ROPE OUT OF FUCKING NO-WHERE TO BANZAN WHILST HE’S ON BEG!
BANZAN FUCKING MOVED!
SORROW GETS NOTHING BUT BEG!
He gets up, ragdolling in a stumble…
PALM STRIKE! PALM STRIKE!
IT’S OVER! BANZAN IS YOUR NEW OSW CHAMPION! BY FUCK, WHAT A MATCH!
The referee grabs the OSW Championship and hands it to the Indestructible Mountain, who by all accounts, looks at it with immense pride. He places it over his shoulder and soaks up the crowd, looking towards Darby Sorrow who scoots himself into the corner, watching.
The walls of the Tap Room had not long fallen, leaving nothing but dust and rubble behind.
Left within that rubble? Bodies.
Victims of Death’s revenge.
Nightstick scavenges through the wreckage, searching for bodies of the fallen; he vowed to leave this place and hunt down the corruption that plagued the police force, but this took precedent.
Coated in sweat and covered in dust, he pulls himself out from a gap in the rubble, to meet the pristine shoes of someone stood before him.
In his hand, the Old School Wrestling logo. It’s a sign covered in dust, clearly found amongst the ruin.
“What’re you doing?” Nightstick asks, taking a seat on some concrete, reaching for a bottle of water.
The Butcher shakes his head.
“It’s a shame, what’s happened here.”
He looks at the logo.
“It doesn’t have to die, y’know? You can help it live on with me.”
Nightstick looks confused. “What?” He asks angrily. “You’re standing on the gravesite of good men and women. Show some fucking respect.”
The Butcher chuckles slightly.
“I’d advise you to watch your mouth, pig,” The Butcher growls. “Because if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s gutting pigs.”
Nightstick stands up, coming face to face with him.
“I know you,” he says softly. “I know exactly who you are.”
“Good,” The Butcher says. “Then you know you don’t refuse a man like me. You have two choices…”