THE GREY
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“It’s so sad to see you like this, Mr. Van Chan.”
[Bruce immediately gets angry.] “Get out of here, Newton.” [Edward finally arrives to meet him, face to face.]“You’ve been chasing me since Ring of Dreams, have you not? Every single week in the middle of that ring, I turn around and you’re there; seeking vengeance.”
“After everything you’ve done to me, are you surprised? You made my family believe I was dying, Newton. You kidnapped me, placed me in a coffin, bankrupted my mother and had me arrested. You blew up my family home. If anything, it must be sad for you, mustn’t it? Because after all that, you haven’t destroyed me; because I’m still here.”
[Newton agrees with a nod.] “Actually, about that!” [he says with a grin.] “I can see you’re the type of vermin that refuses to be exterminated. I could see that from the moment I broke your achy breaky heart, Mr. Van Chan. But I’ve been trying to teach you that a grey area exists in the world. Not everything is black and white. Sometimes you have to live in the grey.” [The Real Deal scoffs.]“Just give me a match with you at Death Wish and I’ll show you how far in the grey I can live.”
[The Riddler thinks about it for a moment.]“Naturally, that would make the most sense, would it not?” [He ponders aloud.] “But I don’t think it works without yet another teachable moment. I’ll give you a match with me for the Showcase Championship at Death Wish, Mr. Van Chan – but on one condition; if I win, I get my wish and you retire.”
[Bruce thinks about it, then looks at the title draped over Newton’s shoulder.]“You’ve got a deal.”
[Cut.]DTR VS. SHERIFF LAW
SINGLES MATCH
SUPPLY: PART 1
RECORDED EARLIER
“Looking for something, Captain my Captain?” [She smirks as she holds up the empty bag. The sight sends Zappa into a spiral. He screams, grabbing the bag off her and slamming her into a nearby locker.]
“My supply! What have you done with it?”
[Despite being held by the throat and pressed against the steel of a locker, Calypso continues to smirk.]“Call it an intervention. I wanted to see how well you access your precious ‘Zetas’ when you find yourself locked into this reality. I believed you once. Now I just want to see if you are truly crazy, or if it is just the mind-altering ‘supply’ that keeps you at an arm’s length from reality. I know it is what you hold most dear, your ‘all-seeing eye.’
What if you lose that along with your supply?”
[Zappa relinquishes the hold on Calypso, only to stagger backwards in shock as the reality of having his supply tossed out hits home. He casts an eye over his scattered belongings.]“I’ve got to get more supply!”
[He dashes off in somewhat of a mad panic, leaving Calypso rubbing her neck and smiling.]“Oh, I think you may run into problems there too, my Captain.”
[Cut.]JENSEN CUSSEN VS. BRENT KERSH
SINGLES MATCH
THE ROYAL GUARD
RINGSIDE
“Well, well, Brent, aren’t you looking a little worn out? In fact, one is not sure that you will be able to make it to Death Wish… Isn’t that right, boys?”
[Suddenly, the entirety of King Royal’s private guard begin making their way to the ring. Kersh backs into the center, and puts his hands up for a fight. He motions to the guards to come on, and they are willing to oblige. They surround the ring, and suddenly begin to climb onto the apron. Kersh pivots back and forth, trying to see where the attack will come from, when King Royal simply says…]“Now!”
[And the guards flood the ring! Kersh takes out the first one with a heavy right! The second drops with left uppercut from the Enforcer. A third catches a stiff elbow and falls to the mat. Another grabs Kersh from behind, locking him in a Bearhug, but Kersh reaches overhead and drops to the mat with a thunderous JAWBREAKER!! But that’s where the numbers game catches up with Brent. The other eight fall on the Enforcer like a pack of wild dogs! Kersh is getting beaten down, when suddenly, the lights go out! The sound of struggles stop, and the lights flash back on.] [The Sharkman! He stands in the center of the ring. He slowly helps Kersh to his feet. The guard has fallen back and now surrounds both Kersh and Sharkman. From the entryway, Royal is furious! He screams!]“What are you waiting for!? Get them!”
[And the guard rushes them again! Man after man falls to the pair. Rights and lefts hail in every direction as guards drops and roll from the ring. Finally, only one remains, the captain. He leans against the ropes, holding his hands up, pleading for mercy. Kersh and the Sharkman look at one another, and then run at the Captain, knocking him over the top ropes with a DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!! The guards have retreated to Royal, who sneers, and slips backstage with them in tow.] [Kersh looks at the Sharkman and nods, who also nods back at the Enforcer. Brent slips out of the ring, walking backstage with a purpose. Sharkman steadies himself, because he is far from finished. His match starts now!]CAPTAIN ZAPPA VS. THE SHARKMAN
SINGLES MATCH
ONE WISH, THREE NIGHTMARES
BACKSTAGE
“In one week you have the chance for your wishes to come true. Four men compete for the chance to retrieve one of three tokens, three wishes.” [He stops reading for a moment to look the coin over in his hands once more.] “The three men that retrieve a wish token will cash that wish in for a chance at the grand wish – a title match of their choosing. One wish comes true, three wishes turn to nightmares.”
[He is interrupted by a knock at the door behind him, almost politely. He turns as the door opens to reveal Ethan Bird entering the room. He too holds a golden coin in his hands.]“You got one too?” [Bird notices the coin and letter still in Solomon’s hands.] “Look… Double Tap didn’t quite turn out how we wanted. For what it’s worth, Rhodes, for my part in how that all ended… I’m sorry.”
[A moments silence as an almost uncharacteristic apology hangs in the air. There is no handshake, but a mere nod from Rhodes, not sure if he truly trusts the apology or not. Bird continues.]“Don’t think though that I won’t hesitate to destroy you if you stand between me and that final wish. When Death Wish comes about, it is every man for himself. Whether we enter as allies or enemies is beside the point, but how we leave is up to you.”
[Rhodes steps up to Bird, almost cutting him off.]“Let’s just see where the cards lie when they fall. I’m not going to be pulling any punches just because you have had a change of heart as of late…”
[The pair stare at each other, emotions hard to read. That is, until two more figures enter the fray unannounced.]“Isn’t this nice?” [DTR slinks in, Cussen not far behind.] “A little re-union.”
[All four men hold their golden ‘wish token’, the stakes and implications of which now fresh in their minds. The air is thick with tension, both between and within both teams. Cussen pushes past DTR and the pair stand toe to toe.]“Every man for himself. Only one wish comes true.” [Cussen holds up his coin.] “Only one of these tokens will come to fruition by the end. For the other three, merely a Death Wish. The only question is, who is willing to endure the most to get that shot? I’m not letting any of you stand in my way.”
[Cussen seems to direct his comment more towards DTR than the others. The challenge hangs in the air, with all four men looking just as focused and determined as the others. Will Death Wish be the end of one of these teams? Will one man sacrifice his partner for the sake of a ‘wish of a lifetime’?]CAEL GABLE VS. CALYPSO
SINGLES MATCH
SUPPLY: PART 2
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“My usual supply…” [He lets the statement hang in the air – half as a demand, half as a question. The dealer that he talks to simply shakes his head.]
“Can’t do that man. Orders of Calypso. You’re cut off.”
[Two figures appear from within the shadows, members of Calypso’s flock on order from her to watch over the dealer and cut off Zappa’s supply. Zappa shakes his head.]“No… You don’t understand. I need my supply.”
“Can’t do it man. Orders of Calypso. These folk here wouldn’t take too kindly to me going against her orders. You’ll have to take it up with her. ”
[Captain Zappa grabs at his hair in his frustration, before coming at the dealer’s throat. He pushes him up against the skip bin, balling a fist threateningly before letting him go without driving the fist home.]“Take it up with her? I intend to.”
[Zappa staggers off, his usual easy-going demeanour replaced with a more jerky and frustrated stride. Calypso’s connections cutting off his supply is clearly getting to him.]BRUCE VAN CHAN VS. SOLOMON RHODES
SINGLES MATCH
PIER PRESSURE
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“It’s about time you showed up. I started to think you were too scared to face the Law again.”
[The man approaching him is none other than Cael Gable, breathing heavily with an angry scowl at the man who had him thrown in jail.]“Enough games, Law. You have something that belongs to me.”
[Law just chuckles, pulling out a bag marked “EVIDENCE” with another smirk on his face.]“You mean this? Your pride and joy, right Gable?”
[Gable nods, stepping closer to Law with clinched fists.]“You want your precious medal back? Well, I hope you’re as good a swimmer as you are a wrestler!”
[With another chuckle, he tosses the bag into the ocean! Gable is distraught, his hands clutching his head in shock as Law starts laughing hysterically. Gable glares at Law in anger as he charges at the Sheriff…who dodges, allowing the Olympian to crash through the railing into the water below. Law steps up to the edge of the pier as people run over to see what happened. Gable is frantically swimming toward the rocks nearby as Law cackles, pulling out Gable’s medal! Gable climbs onto the rocks, catching his breath as Law yells out to him.]“I’m not dumb enough to toss away an easy buck, kid! Here’s a tip: don’t try to fight the Law, ‘cause the Law will win!”
[Law pockets the medal, walking off with a big grin on his face as the people nearby just stare in wonder at what happened.] [Cut.]EDWARD NEWTON VS. SERGEI SOKOLOV
SHOWCASE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
“What’s red and yellow and filled with lies?”
[A moment passes before Sergei turns his head to look at him. SPITS RIGHT IN HIS FACE! Newton staggers backwards as Sergei rushes him with a spinning clothesline! Newton hits the mat and staggers back to his feet slowly. SOVIET STRIKE! The spinning backfist catches Newton right on the jaw as he’s blasted back into the ropes where he is barely holding himself up by his arm. A huge strike, but Newton still is standing and breathing heavily. Sergei seems perturbed by this as he charges him! Newton lowers down and pulls the rope with him! Sokolov staggers right over the top rope to the floor.] [Edward Newton motions for the referee to begin counting to which he does by the ropes. One… Edward Newton moves across the ring. Two… Newton reaches down and begins untying his shoe. Three… Newton finishes and gets to his feet. Four…Five… Sergei is slowly getting back to his feet on the outside. Six… Sergei realizes the count and turns towards the ring. Seven… Sergei rolls back into the ring. As he gets up, Newton charges him with a kick. Sergei catches it and pulls off his boot! He looks at the boot and raises it above his head! The referee leaps up and removes it from his hands. Sergei looks at him rage before turning towards Newton. Low blow! MIND OVER MATTER!] [BUT Sergei catches his kick! He pushes Edward Newton towards the ropes forcefully and as he comes back… POP-UP POWERBOMB! NUCLEAR FALLOUT! Sergei places a boot upon his chest. One….Two..NO! Newton kicks out! Sergei grabs him up, but EYE RAKE! Sergei is clutching his eyes in pain as he swings wildly with a right hook. Newton dodges back. Another hook that Newton is able to dodge out of the way. He kicks Sergei right in the shin! THE QUESTION IS… NEVERMIND! Jumping implant DDT! Newton throws himself upon the chest of Sergei. One…Two…THREE!] [Edward Newton staggers to his feet as he’s breathing heavily. The referee hands him his title as he holds it close to his chest.]THE WAR ROOM
RECORDED EARLIER
“Why am I here?”
[A voice suddenly echoes loudly, raspy and deep.]“Do you remember this place, Sergei?” [Piotor asks just as the giant frame of Sokolov enters our screen.] “Военная комната.”
[Sergei growls.] “The War Room.”“Exactly. You don’t remember me though, do you?” [Piotor asks.] “But then it was my duty to remain hidden in the shadows.”
[That makes the big man wince.]“I lost my arms in battle for my country, but my service record was so exemplary that I was chosen for experimental treatment. They rebuilt my arms and now I use it to punish traitors.”
[Sokolov’s face contorts.] “Sergei is no traitor!”“But you are, Sergei. Petrov convinced you to do the work of an American Double Agent. He sent you to your death.”
[The Big man pounds on his chest.]“I am right here. Come and take my life, Piotor. Come and take it.”
[Both of these men had travelled across the world to be here. This could end in a split second. Piotor though shakes his head.]“All in good time. You see, when I was here all those years ago, you were but a young man with all the promise in the world. You could have been the greatest soldier that Russia had ever seen. All you had to do was think for yourself. You’ve always been blinded by your love for our country. It has hurt you beyond words, and now, it will cost you your life.”
[Sergei grabs Svetolav in a rage and slams him against the wall. Rubble and dust flies off into the air as the Russian Bear forcefully holds him there.]“Sergei cannot be traitor. Why have you not killed me? Why do I live?”
[Piotor smiles.] “Because he doesn’t want you dead, yet. I have spent years in service of Mother Russia, hiding in the shadows, murdering those who oppose it.”“Spetsnaz?” [Sokolov questions, letting him go. Piotor nods in agreement, causing Sokolov to stumble backwards in shock.] “You are Spetsnaz?”
“I brought you here to show you that I am fighting for Russia. I brought you here to show you that what I say is not a lie. He wants you to understand that what you’ve done could have been avoided. There is no way out now, Sergei. On Monday, you will fall.”
[Sokolov runs a hand down his face, realizing that it’s true; he is a traitor.]“For Mother Russia.”
[Piotor’s words usually belong to Sokolov, though he cannot muster them himself.] [The camera focuses on his face, the fear and pain etched within every contour.] [Cut.]