[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] “FALL GUY” [/edgtf_highlight]
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
In a cold dimly lit room, somewhere deep in Arcadia P.D, Caesar XL sits in his business vest, arms folded. When Zeus, Ares and Mick Gordon walk in, he sits up straight and smiles directly at The Baron.
“Why’d you do it?” Gordon demands to know. “Why’d you try to blow up Olympus?”
Caesar just laughs.
“I want to speak to El jefe alone,” he sneers back. “Así que vete a la mierda.”
“You want me to fuck off?” Gordon says, leaning over the table as if he’s going to slap him.
The Big Man leans in, willing it.
“Leave,” Zeus demands. “But Ares stays.”
Caesar nods. Mick reluctantly gets up and slowly exits the room, leaving Caesar alone with Zeus and his protection, Ares.
“You know that I’m innocent, amigo. Why’re you trying to pin this on me? There’s a fucking ton of gente in this place you could drag down here; I’m not the right one.”
“No?” Zeus asks. “Why?”
“You’re the most powerful man in Arcadia, but when people want things done in the lower levels, they come to a mí,” he says with a sinister smile. “Lots of people owe me favours over dinero, comprende?”
“Is that a threat?” Ares steps in.
“No, estupido, it’s not a fuckin’ threat esse,” he says, rolling his eyes.
“What he’s saying is that he’s a man in the know; a man with tools at his disposal – tools I may find myself to need at some stage, isn’t that right, Mr XL?” Zeus says with a knowing nod, receiving one back from Caesar.
“I can give you someone to pin this on. I can click my fingers, forgive a debt, and you’ll have your chivo expatorio,” The Big Man suggests. “Your fall guy.”
“And what will you want in return?” The Barron asks.
Caesar laughs.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] “FOR BLOOD” [/edgtf_highlight]
In the middle of the ring, cracking his knuckles and looking more than a little pissed off is Blacktooth. HE snarls down a microphone, his voice sounding more feral and animalistic than ever.
“You little shits. This has gone on long enough. Get your asses out here!”
Blacktooth looks towards the entranceway, waiting for what seems like an eternity. Finally, the telltale Irish Pub Song sounds and Knick Knack’s miniature frame can be seen stepping into the fray.
“Well, well, well. Aren’t we just a little bit cranky? How’s yer diet? I hear if one doesn’t eat right, it can affect yer mood. Are ye getting enough protein these days?”
Blacktooth snarls again, barking at Knick Knack.
“My chest. Now.”
Knick Knack tuts, wagging his finger.
“Temper, temper. Now. I was going to give you back your treasure, but then you feckin’ killed Paddy. You asshole. Cleaver right to the chest. So now, ye can kiss me arse. We’ll fight for the chest instead. Tally!”
At his voice, Tallywhack joins his brother, dragging the treasure chest along with him. The Lucky Charms make their way to the ring, or more aptly, they struggle towards the ring. Between them, they carry Blacktooth’s treasure chest. Both of the Lucky Charms wear necklaces that contain a string of golden rings, bracelets, earrings.
Eventually, they plonk it down in the ring between them and Blacktooth, who can’t help but notice the new jewelry.
“Those are mine. The gold, the jewels and my fucking prized treasure.”
Tallywhack pipes up.
“You mean those feckin’ disgusting severed limbs?”
Blacktooth grabs Tally by the scruff of the neck and tosses him into the turnbuckle.
“That damn treasure is the finest meat in the whole of Arcadia. Do you know how hard it is to find the right balance of protein, tenderness and fat? Every limb in this chest is perfection.”
He grabs a necklace from around Knick Knack’s neck and rips it away.
“The gold is just to fund the operation. I’m taking the damned lot. I’m coming for blood.”
Knick Knack darts behind the treasure chest so that Blacktooth knocks into it when he swipes for him. The lid pops open.
It’s empty.
Enraged, Blacktooth tosses the chest out of the ring and stares daggers at the Lucky Charms.
“Where the fuck is my treasure?”
Tally steps forward again.
“Yeh dinna let me finish. As I were sayin’… Those disgusting severed limbs? We got rid of them once we’d stripped them of anything valuable of course, made us a little sick to touch them to be fair.”
Knick Knack stands beside his brother.
“We’re keeping the gold, and you’ve lost your limbs. Cut your losses now before you loose more than that.”
Blacktooth sees red. He lashes out, punching Knick Knack right square in the face. The little fucker flies backwards a couple of steps from the force, crashing into Tallywhack, and the pair tumble into the turnbuckle.
Blacktooth is pissed, and he wants blood.
And he’s going to fucking get it.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] TWO VERSUS ONE MATCH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] THE LUCKY CHARMS VS. BLACKTOOTH [/edgtf_highlight]
Blacktooth is after Knick Knack and Tallywhack to get back his treasure, but will he find his gold at the end of the rainbow tonight?
The bell rings and Blacktooth immediately leaps at Knick Knack, who tucks and rolls underneath Blacktooth’s arms. Blacktooth turns back to Knick Knack and again attempts to grapple the leprechaun, but Knick Knack scrambles beneath Blacktooth’s grasp again!
Blacktooth grimaces and lets out an audible growl as Knick Knack snickers from behind him. He’s in a foul mood, and he’s had enough of the Lucky Charms’ games.
A blade slides out of Blacktooth’s boot, and for a third time he charges Knick Knack and tries a wild kick—
WASTELANDER??
NO!!
Knick Knack narrowly avoids it, and Blacktooth’s blade sticks into the turnbuckle!
“YEEOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!”
KNICK KNACK IS GNAWING ON BLACKTOOTH’S LEG!!!!
BLACKTOOTH IS HOWLING IN PAIN, AND HE’S STUCK IN THE CORNER!!!!
Blacktooth yanks his foot right out of his boot and aggressively shakes his leg until Knick Knack’s jaw unlatches from it, the leprechaun landing in a heap on the mat. But Blacktooth wants some revenge now, and leaps onto Knick Knack and unveils his fangs…
HE TAKES A BITE OF HIS OWN—
BLACKTOOTH TOOK A CHUNK OUT OF KNICK KNACK’S ARM!!
FRESH MEAT!!
Knick Knack gut kicks Blacktooth and scurries away from him, stopping near his corner and holding his arm as Blacktooth, with fresh blood dribbling out the corner of his mouth into his beard, lets out a hearty laugh.
No longer all vile and smiles, Knick Knack glares at Blacktooth before tagging in a ticked off Tallywhack.
Blacktooth plays to the crowd and doesnt see Tallywhack take a swig of his whiskey flask and charge right at him from the corner—
PADDY’S PUNT TO THE CHEST!!
THAT LITTLE FELLA PACKS A PUNCH… AND A PUNT, EVEN!!
Blacktooth flops onto his back and Tallywhack bounds off the ropes and jumps above Blacktooth’s face—
HE’S FOLLOWING UP WITH A BANZAI DROP—
SHIT IN THE BUCKET!!!
…BUT BLACKTOOTH ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY JUST IN TIME!!!
Tallywhack lands hard on his arse, and Blacktooth levels him from behind with a lariat to the back of the head that prones him on the mat!
Now Blacktooth positions Tallywhack so Knick Knack can clearly see his face, and places him in a camel clutch! Blacktooth laughs while Tallywhack struggles as his little spine hyperextends, and Knick Knack is visibly angered by this. Then Blacktooth flips Knick Knack the bird, and uses that same middle finger to fishhook up Tallywhack’s nose—
MUTILATION!!
Tallywhack’s arm raises up, he reaches for the ropes, for anything as Blacktooth yanks back with all his strength…
BUT HERE COMES KNICK KNACK!
He runs right up to Blacktooth, licks his thumbs and pointer fingers, and twists Blacktooth’s nipples a full 180 degrees—
PURPLE NURPLE, DIRTBAG!!
Blacktooth’s screams can be heard in the darkest depths of Arcadia, quickly releasing his grip on Tallywhack! Meanwhile, the ref is hounding Knick Knack to go back to his corner, but Knick Knack uses the full 5 count to drag his fellow leprechaun across the ring to their corner before tagging himself in to face his waiting and pissed off opponent.
Knick Knack taunts Blacktooth to come get some, and Blacktooth sprints at him, albeit with one shoe on, which is a big mistake—
DROP TOE HOLD INTO THE ROPES!!
Knick Knack has Blacktooth tangled up in the ropes, and he runs into the opposite ropes and rebounds back at Blacktooth—
BIG CLOTHESLINE BY BLACKTOOTH!
HE TURNED KNICK KNACK INSIDE OUT!
Knick Knack is dazed on all fours as Blacktooth springboards off the middle rope—
MASSIVE BAREFOOT CURBSTOMP!!!
DIRT NAP!!!
Knick Knack is counting sheep as Blacktooth aggressively hooks a leg—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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TALLYWHACK ROLLS INTO THE RING—
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HE’S TOO LATE!!!
THREE!!!
Blacktooth asserts his dominance over his two wee adversaries, but will he regain his treasure to boot?
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: BLACKTOOTH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] “THERAPY” [/edgtf_highlight]
Therapy.
A visibly shaken and disturbed Damien Wolfe sits in a large comfortable chair, opposite a female therapist who keenly takes notes. He looks dishevelled and tired, as if he hadn’t slept even a wink. When he talks, there’s a uncertain jitter about him.
“It was the darkest thing I’ve ever seen or felt,” he says, scared. “It was dangerous, dark, and terrifying. I can still feel it on me.”
“Are you scared?” The Therapist asks.
“I’m terrified,” he admits immediately. “I can’t sleep. I can’t be in the dark. I don’t want to fight Felix tonight; whatever that was, it came out when I was with him. I don’t want to risk being around him again in case it finds me.”
She nods in agreement.
“You have to face those fears, Damien,” she warns and suggests at the same time. “Or they may overcome you. There’s nothing to suggest that Felix was involved, is there?”
Wolfe shakes his head.
“When I woke up, he looked just as terrified as I was,” he admits.
Suddenly and abruptly, the lights cut off.
“NO……”
Smoke begins filling the room as the once yellow lights begin flashing shades of deep red. We see the outline of Damien Wolfe who stands up in a hurry, running towards the door. He swings it open and exits into the hall, running away and leaving the Therapist alone.
When the lights come back on, the therapist is no longer conscious.
She’s no longer alive.
With her throat slit and blood running down her chest, she sits slumped over in the chair, having bled to death from her wounds.
On the wall behind her resides a message, scrawled in blood.
LET
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#000000″ color=”#ffffff”] BUTCH VS. AMATAGA TUGA [/edgtf_highlight]
This is it!
This is the debut of Deathrow Wrestling. A makeshift ring has been constructed and placed in the middle of the cell block and Smee is making his way towards the cells, unlocking one that contains Amataga Tuga and his brother.
Butch meanwhile arrives with The Red Hood.
People of the slums stand inside the cell block, slamming their hands down on the ring in excitement; watching as Tuga stomps thunderously towards the ring in which Butch now enters.
The Red Hood now bravely stands between them.
“There’re no rules inside a Deathrow Wrestling ring; there’s no referee, no pinfalls and no disqualification. The fight ends when one of you stops moving or quits.”
Suddenly, Aleki begins chanting.
“AMATAGA TUGA!”
“AMATAGA TUGA!”
“AMATAGA TUGA!”
The crowd begin joining in, chanting thunderously in unison as The Red Hood backs away and exits the ring.
Butch begins dancing back and forth as Tuga approaches, jabbing him with solid right hands to the face. Tuga though reaches out and grabs him by the head, squeezing it tightly. The Boxer begins squealing as Amataga drives a knee into his mid-section and then clobbers him across the back with double forearms as he doubles over.
The Boxer hits the mat and immediately begins coughing up blood.
“AMATAGA TUGA!”
“AMATAGA TUGA!”
“AMATAGA TUGA!”
With the crowd at a fever pitch, Amataga paces the ring as Butch gets back to his feet.
ULUULU!
A THUNDEROUS FUCKING HEADBUT ACROSS THE BRIDGE OF BUTCH’S NOSE!
Blood splatters in every which direction as The Boxer stumbles backwards, putting his gloves to his face in agony – checking for damage.
The Demon raises his thumb into the air.
“SUMMON THE DEMON!” Aleki roars!
SAMOAN SPIKE TO BUTCH! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! SAMOAN SPIKE!
The Boxer goes down, unconscious – defeated, and not moving. The Red Hood waits for a moment and realizes that his prized fighter isn’t getting back to his feet, and heads towards the ring.
Only a look by Amataga stops him.
The Death Sentence drops down to a mount over the unconscious Butch, grabbing his head between both hands.
What’s he doing?
He begins squeezing Butch’s skull between his hands, waking the Boxer up. His screams echo throughout the prison as Tuga compresses his skull. Before our very eyes, bones start breaking – his cheek bones are the first, followed by his eyes bulging out of his skull.
WHAM!
Then he roars backwards, slapping both hands together on Butch’s face, crushing it into a vile mush.
The bloodthirsty audience of the slums roar in approval as Amataga Tuga gets back to his feet, blood and viscera dripping from his hands.
“AMATAGA TUGA!”
“AMATAGA TUGA!”
“AMATAGA TUGA!”
The Red Hood gets back into the ring and raises Tuga’s hand in celebration, looking back towards Aleki and nodding.
Butch is dead.
And The Demon has been summoned.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#000000″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER: AMATAGA TUGA [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] “THEY FOLLOWED HIM” [/edgtf_highlight]
The Third Eye.
Vision sits around a small fire, surrounded by members of the Third Eye. They’re recounting tales and talking of fables among themselves until the sound of someone calling out interrupts them.
That voice belongs to a member.
And it’s panicked.
“They attacked Grimskull,” he says breathlessly, approaching fast. “They went against orders and attacked him after his match.”
“What?” Vision says, rising quickly.
“Three members of The Third Eye attacked Grimskull. They hit him with a steel chair and sent him into the people; people followed him, Vision. They followed him!”
The Awoken One can’t believe it, shaking his head.
“The entire Third Eye is under orders to leave The Preacher alone. No-one here would’ve disobeyed those orders; this doesn’t make sense,” he muses.
Suddenly, members once sat around the fire begin standing and disrobing.
“A war with the preacher is not why we gave our sight,” one of them says angrily. “We don’t condone this and we cannot stay.”
They start walking away, leaving Vision to cut a frustrated and angry figure.
“Something isn’t right,” he says carefully. “I must investigate immediately. Take me to where this occurred once Mount Olympus is over.”
The follower nods.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] STANDARD MATCH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] FELIX FOLEY VS. DAMIEN WOLFE [/edgtf_highlight]
It all started with an application denied, but now it has come to this. Damien Wolfe looks hell bent on taking Felix Foley down a peg or two. But can Foley stand up to the bully, or is revenge not part of the scheduled programming tonight for the Funhouse?
Damien Wolfe has his eyes instantly trained on Foley, who stands somewhat apologetically across the ring from him. Foley looks to plead with the Conservator, but Wolfe isn’t hearing it.
WOLF PUNCHES FELIX FOLEY RIGHT IN THE DAMNED FACE!
FOLEY STUMBLES BACKWARDS AND FALLS ON HIS ASS!
Wolfe backs off across the ring, muttering angrily to himself.
HE CHARGES BACK AT FOLEY!
KNEE TREMBLER!
STATUTORY DAMAGE!
FELIX FOLEY IS OUT COLD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
Damien Wolfe hooks the leg, going for the pinfall… But releases Foley before the ref can even slap the canvas. He shakes his head with a shiteating smirk on his face.
Conservator Wolfe is not done.
Instead, he pulls Foley by the hair, pushing him back first into the turnbuckle. He backs off a few steps then comes charging back at Foley.
RUNNING KNEE LIFT! NO!
FOLEY DUCKS UNDER THE STRIKE AND FLIPS WOLFE OVER THE ROPES!
CONSERVATOR WOLFE SOARS OUT OF THE RING AND LANDS ON THE RINGSIDE STAGE!
Foley shakes off the effects of Wolfe’s assault as he steps onto the ring apron. He lines the Wolfe up, waiting until he reaches his feet.
FELIX FOLEY SWAN DIVES OFF THE RING APRON!
CROSS BODY!
HE TAKES HIMSELF AND WOLFE OUT!
The pair tumble to a halt just shy of the edge of the battle stage. Using each other to claw and fight to a vertical base, the pair wind up trading blows on the edge of the stage, high up above the bloodthirsty crowd.
WOLFE ROCKS FOLEY WITH A BRUTAL RIGHT HAND!
FOLEY HITS BACK WITH A FIST OF HIS OWN!
WOLFE!
FOLEY!
THEY’RE LAYING INTO EACH OTHER!
BUT DAMIEN WOLFE RAKES THE EYES OF FELIX FOLEY, GIVING HIM THE BASTARD’S EDGE!
To a chorus of boos, Damien Wolfe grabs Foley by the head. He punches Foley in the guts, softening him up.
FACIEM COUSHER! ROCKER DROPPER RIGHT ON THE EDGE OF THE STAGE!
NO!
FOLEY PUSHES HIM AWAY!
THEY’RE TEETERING RIGHT ON THE FREAKING EDGE!
BUT THEY DON’T GO OVER!
FELIX FOLEY TAKES A STEP AWAY FROM THE EDGE OF THE STAGE, BACK TO SAFETY!
Damien Wolfe has other ideas. He grabs Foley by the wrist and Irish Whips him towards the edge of the stage and the big drop.
NO!
FELIX FOLEY PULLS WOLFE INTO A FALLAWAY SLAM!
THE FALL GUY!
DAMIEN WOLFE SLAMS INTO THE RING STEPS FROM THE FORCE!
Foley stands Wolfe up and rolls him into the ring, following suit himself soon after. Wolfe is trying to get to his feet as Felix comes running in.
THESE BOOTS WERE MADE…
FOR BOOTIN’!
MASSIVE BIG BOOT TAKES DAMIEN WOLFE OUT!
CONSERVATOR WOLFE LOOKS OUT COLD FROM THAT!
AND FELIX FOLEY FALLS INTO THE PIN!
ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!
WOLFE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Foley pulls Wolfe into a Powerbomb Position… But Wolfe THUMBS THE EYE BEFORE FELIX CAN DROP HIM!
FELIX STAGGERS AWAY AND WOLFE LANDS ON HIS FEET!
BRACHIUM BREAKER! SINGLE ARM DDT TO FELIX!
NO!
FOLEY RUSHES HIM, PUSHING WOLFE BACK FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
FELIX FOLEY SLAMS WOLFE’S HEAD INTO THE STEEL!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
Damien Wolfe looks starry-eyed and here comes Foley again!
HERE COME THE STOMPS!
FELIX FOLEY’S CORNER!
HE’S STOMPING HIM DRY!
Felix Foley has taken the battle back to Wolfe and has him right where he wants him. Foley looks to seal the deal…
LOW BLOW FROM DAMIEN WOLFE!
HE HITS FOLEY RIGHT IN THE FUNHOUSE!
Foley goes down to his knees and Damien Wolfe grabs him by the neck.
THE PUPPETSHOW!
FOLEY GOT WOLFE WITH THE MANDIBLE CLAW!
HE’S GOT HIS HAND DOWN WOLFE’S THROAT!
DAMIEN WOLFE IS IN A WORLD OF TROUBLE
HE STRUGGLES, HE SQUIRMS
TEARS FORM IN HIS EYES AS HE STRUGGLES TO BREATHE.
AND FINALLY!
HE TAPS!
HE TAPS OUT!
FELIX FOLEY IS THE WINNER!
Felix Foley stood his ground tonight and took the fight to Damien Wolfe. He has his hand raised by the referee, beaming a smile as his climbs the turnbuckle in victory.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: FELIX FOLEY [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] “LITTLE EAGLE” [/edgtf_highlight]
Previously Recorded.
Last week.
We find a determined Jackson Cade pushing an amused Jasper Redgrave out of The Gallery. The Specialist ignores the watchful eyes that have gathered around, even those who are grateful to see the “yellow monster” off the streets.
“Look at them,” Jasper says quietly with his head tilted back. “Their wings are clipped, they’ll never fly as high as you will Little Eagle. Part of Zeus’s court. Party to all that he does.”
“I bring justice.” Cade quickly responds. “I uphold the law.”
“Even the unjust ones?” Jasper says with a smiles. “You’re bringing me in without any evidence.”
Perseus stops, turning Jasper around exasperatedly.
“No evidence?” Cade growls. “What about your whole fucking gallery? What about those mutilated corpses you call art?”
The Artist smiles.
“I’m glad you noticed them, Little Eagle. I thought you only had eyes for me.” He says with a glint in his eye. “But is that really evidence? I could have scavenged for corpses. There are so many just laying around, testament to the world we live in. Are there laws against that?”
Cade thinks for a moment. Redgrave seizes the moment.
“Do you really want to haul me all the way to HQ and have me be released? It’d make you look bad in front of dadd… I mean Mick Gordon.”
Cade slams Jasper up against the nearest wall.
“You’re a killer.” The Specialist whispers in Redgrave’s ear. “A cold-blooded murderer who does horrible things to his victims. Everyone knows it.”
He shoves Jasper away, reaching into his belt.
“But I’m not bringing you in until it’s iron-fucking-clad.”
He draws out a set of keys, and begins to uncuff Redgrave.
“My eyes will always be on you.” Cade says.
“Likewise, Little Eagle.” Jasper quickly replies.
“When I have the evidence I need…” Jackson continues.
“…I’ll be waiting.” Jasper says, a tone of threat to his voice.
The Specialist walks away, frustrated, while Jasper Redgrave stands among a disappointed crowd.
“See you soon, Little Eagle.”
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] “OF HEROES AND VICTIMS” [/edgtf_highlight]
Ringside.
The Burned Man approaches the ring from the entranceway, looking to the crowd and shaking his head as he enters between the ropes! He looks expectantly for the next Titan to show themselves only for the sounds of drones to ring out overhead! Stubbins Doom glides to the ring with his hoverboots, stopping above the turnbuckle and landing in a seat upon it.
“Doom.” The Burned Man looks at him with tired eyes, glancing to the entrance soon afterwards waiting for Arcadia’s hero to appear. However, he doesn’t.
Doom merely laughs.
“Waiting on someone? Holding out for a hero? Look no further, a hero is upon us! Or, perhaps, a victim?” Doom snaps his fingers, the drones crowding overhead before parting to reveal a group of them holding Destructo Boy! The young hero fights against their chains as they lower him into his corner while Doom chuckles heartily to himself.
“Let me go! Who do you think you are!?” Destructo Boy fights relentlessly only for the drones to drop him in his corner unceremoniously. He quickly jumps to his feet and stares down Doom who shoos his drones away and leaps down from the turnbuckle with a smirk.
“I’m just playing the villain, Mr. Hero. Your brain is so convinced of my evil ways that I figured I would play into your delusions.”
“There’s no delusion, only someone vile would experiment on people like you do.” Destructo Boy gets ready to brawl only for an annoyed grunt from The Burned Man to interrupt the conversation between him and Doom.
“Enough. Talking will get you nowhere in a place like Arcadia. I tried to warn you what happens to people like you in a place like this… but I suppose you’ll learn the hard way. And Doom, I suppose you’ll get to examine me close up.” The Burned Man puts up his fists! The time to talk is finished!
And the match is right now!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] TRIPLE THREAT MATCH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] STUBBINS DOOM VS. THE BURNED MAN VS. DESTRUCTO BOY [/edgtf_highlight]
Will The Arcadian Mummy consent to become the subject of The Mad Scientists’s experiment, or will Faith continue to keep those plans under wraps tonight?
The bell rings and Destructo Boy bee lines at Stubbins Doom—
DROPKICK!
Doom is launched into the turnbuckles and Destructo Boy continues to pursue him as The Burned Man wisely watches on from his corner.
Destructo Boy unleashes a flurry of punches and kicks to Doom’s midsection! Doom attempts to guard himself, but Destructo Boy’s onslaught is surprisingly overpowering, so Doom turns to plan B and presses a button on his glove…
Destructo Boy pauses the beatdown when he notices a red laser moving up his arm. He glances up and there’s a horde of drones above him, taking aim at his head…
THEY FIRE AT HIM—
TO DRONE ON!!
BUT THEY MISSED THEIR TARGET!!
Destructo Boy dodges, dips, ducks, dives, and dodges around the ring, narrowly avoiding the tiny homing missiles being shot at him! Meanwhile, Doom adjusts his glasses and walks over to a stoic Burned Man and grabs the Arcadian Mummy by his bandaged head and mutters something—
“Now, time to resume our little experiment…”
AN ELECTRICAL PULSE EMITS FROM DOOMS GLOVES, SHOCKING A NOW-UNDULATING BURNED MAN!!
BRAINS OVER BRAUN!!
The pulse stops and Burned Man simply stands there, puzzling Doom, who again tries to shock the mummy…
BUT BURNED MAN IS UNFAZED!
He wraps an arm around Doom’s shoulder and the other arm behind Doom and sweeps Doom’s leg—
STO!!
MATCH STRIKER INTO A PIN—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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JUSTICE GRENADE FROM DESTRUCTO BOY!!
THE 630 SENTON OFF THE TOP ROPE BROKE THE PIN!!
Destructo Boy apologizes to Burned Man, backpedaling as TBM steps at him…
BURNED MAN THROWS A WILD PUNCH AT DESTRUCTO BOY—
HE DUCKS IT!
Destructo Boy runs into the ropes and on the rebound leaps at TBM—
IMPACT BREAKER!!
RUNNING CORKSCREW HEADBUTT CONNECTS!!
Burned Man is down, but Destructo Boy senses imminent doom behind him as he turns his head…
WATCH MY RIGHT HAND—
MISSES!!
Destructo Boy narrowly dodged that one, as Doom’s projectile glove flew by near inches from his head!
Doom’s jet boots propel him right at the off-balance Destructo Boy now—
HOVER, NO BOTHER!!
NO DICE!!
The levitating kick narrowly misses, and Destructo Boy quickly grapples Doom—
FINAL SPIRIT—
NO!!
BURNED MAN LOCKS IN A CROSSFACE CHICKEN WING IN FROM BEHIND!!
ETERNAL BURNING!!
TBM takes Destructo Boy down to the mat, who scrambles to try for a rope break, but the steam is being taken out of him…
HE’S ABOUT TO PASS OUT—
BUT DRONES SURROUND THE BURNED MAN NOW, TAKING AIM AT HIM!!
Burned Man knows one ignition from a missile could light him on fire, and he slowly releases the submission and gets to his feet. He puts his arms up, and Doom presses a button on his glove with a smirk to deactivate the lasers.
Doom instructs Burned Man to lay down for him, wanting to end this madness, and as TBM kneels on all fours, a masked boy flies over him, with his red cape fluttering behind him…
DESTRUCTO BOY LUNGES AT DOOM—
SPINNING WATERWHEEL FACEBUSTER!!
OMEGA BLASTER!!
Doom is down, but so is Burned Man. TBM is just laying on his back, motionless, waiting for Doom to pin him!
Destructo Boy urges TBM to get up, to no avail, and so Destructo Boy goes to grab TBM’s hand…
He pulls TBM up to his feet, and with a gentleman’s agreement the two trade punches until suddenly the lights go out in the arena…
Darkness.
The lights turn back on and we see Destructo Boy grasping between his legs—
ELECTROMAGNETIC PUNCH IN THE TESTICLES!!
DOOM CAUSED AN EMP STRIKE TO HIT THE LOW BLOW!!
Doom smirks as Destructo Boy crumples into a heap! TBM steps forward but Doom presses a button on his glove and the red laser lights from his drone take aim at TBM, stopping him in his tracks!
Doom hooks Destructo Boy’s leg as he stares down TBM—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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BURNED MAN IS FROZEN WITH HIS ARMS UP!!
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THREE!!!
Stubbins Doom put his intellectual superiority on display with a crafty win over two formidable foes tonight!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: STUBBINS DOOM [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] “THE HORRORS” [/edgtf_highlight]
Deep in the confines of The Bleak do we once again find Mannfred Curze and Kpavio. However, they aren’t at one another’s throats as they have been! Instead, they walk side by side.
“I’m surprised you didn’t try and slit my throat, Curze.” Kpavio speaks bluntly, following the Night Haunter with a surprisingly casualness in his stride. He seems ready for anything, but Curze simply shakes his head at the notion.
“I realized something, Skull. You… you don’t understand my home. It’s okay. You don’t know the horrors that go on here, the horrors that haunt me.” Mannfred speaks almost apologetically to Kpavio, but the Skull doesn’t seem to pick up on the notion until they come to a lone wooden shack in the darkest corner of the level.
“This is the shack. It’s was once a library trying to change this place.”
“I see. And is this supposed to convince me to leave?”
“No. It’s what lies inside. He also came from another floor… the people down here don’t like newcomers. I realize that you didn’t understand my warnings. I didn’t ask you to leave because I want to be a lone savior, Kpavio.” Curze opens the door slowly to reveal a grizzly scene that could barely be described with words.
A man crucified against the wall, his glasses forced into his eyes, a burnt pyre of books beneath him where he had been practically burnt alive! The corpse seems to almost stare at the door, Kpavio taking a step back in shock. He’d seen terrifying things before, but this was malicious on an animalistic level.
“The Bleak doesn’t accept newcomers. You’re born here, you die here, and anyone in-between meets a fate like this. I’m not trying to scare you. I’m trying to save you.” Curze looks to Kpavio who merely nods his head.
“I see. I understand what you’re trying to do, but this place needs help. It needs more than you, Curze.” The Skull seems unwavering, but Curze shakes his head.
“It does. But it doesn’t deserve more than me. We’ll go to Olympus. Let me show you the horrors of The Bleak first hand… let me save you.”
Kpavio stews on this for a moment before nodding his head, looking upwards. “Then we should go. I’ll see you in the ring.”
With that, Kpavio takes his leave, disappearing into the shadows, Curze following close behind.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#000000″ color=”#ffffff”] A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE [/edgtf_highlight]
Screams.
Vile, horrifying screams.
We find ourselves in the prison section of Deathrow Wrestling whereby a poor woman finds herself scrambling on the floor, trousers down around her ankles. A man is trying to force himself upon her, but she’s fighting back, trying her best to stop him from starting.
Just then, a man thrusts himself into the picture, kneeing the would be attacker right in the stomach. That doubles him over, and is almost enough until a right hand follows, knocking him out.
The young man who assisted walks over to the woman, offering her a hand.
“My name is CJ Thorpe,” he announces. “Let’s get you some help.”
The woman takes the hand, but instead spits in his face, laughing vilely as he recoils. CJ turns around, bumping straight into the chest of a red jump suit.
He slowly looks up, recognizing the face.
“You!” He roars angrily.
The man walks past him and helps the woman back to her feet, giving her a passionate kiss.
“Is that enough Max? Did I do good?” She begs and pleads for assurance. Max nods at her, tapping her on the ass as she walks off with a smile.
“Max fucking Meadows,” Thorpe growls. “You set this up? I should’ve known. When you vanished up there, no-one knew where you’d gotten to. We were just glad you were gone.”
“I was just a prison guard, inmate,” he returns fire with a smirk. “It isn’t my fault you fell for the same bullshit everyone else did.”
“You used to make us fight you; goad and attack us – all so that Zeus could give us harsher sentences and send us here. You’re piece of fucking shit.”
Max shrugs.
“Well, I’m here now and Deathrow Wrestling awaits,” he says with a nod. “I’m hopeful to see you there, dickhead. We have some unfinished business, don’t we?”
Thorpe nods.
“Oh, I’ll be there,” he says with a stern voice. “And you will pay.”
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] STANDARD MATCH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] MANNFRED CURZE VS. KPAVIO [/edgtf_highlight]
There’s a slight air of respect as both men enter the ring. Will Curze show Kpavio the horrors of the Bleak, or will The Skull leave here undeterred?
Curze moves with terrifying speed as he lashes out with a flurry of blows that Kpavio ducks and weaves through! He blocks a haymaker with his arm before retaliating with a massive headbutt that rocks Curze! The Skull grabs him and pulls him into a leaping neckbreaker! Curze is quick to his feet but gets grounded with a leaping DDT! Kpavio refuses to let up as he lands a soccer kick to the jaw of the rising Curze!
Kpavio lifts him up and whips him to the ropes!
BIG BOOT!
CURZE DUCKS UNDER!
THE BLEAK’S BLADE! DISCUS CLOTHESLINE BY CURZE TAKES KPAVIO OFF OF HIS FEET!
The Horror lifts Kpavio up and throws him head first into the nearest turnbuckle! He wails on The Skull’s lower back with knees and haymakers to the kidneys before smashing a forearm right to the back of the head! He forces Kpavio up to the top rope and follows! He goes for the back superplex! No! Kpavio shoves him off and Curze lands back first on the mat!
FLYING HEADBUTT! THERE’S A MEETING OF THE MINDS AS THAT SKULL SLAMS RIGHT INTO CURZE’S FACE!
Kpavio pins!
ONE- NO! NOT EVEN A ONE COUNT!
Mannfred isn’t staying down and he fights like a wounded animal throwing lefts and rights at Kpavio that force him back as he rises to his feet! Kick to the gut! Double underhook DDT! Curze rolls through and nails a tiger bomb that plants Kpavio again! He’s relentless with his assault as he begs for Kpavio to get to his feet!
LEAPING CLOTHESLINE!
KPAVIO CATCHES IT! HE PULLS CURZE DOWN!
JUSTICE! JUSTICE! HE’S LOCKED IN THE RINGS OF SATURN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
The Skull leans back with all of his weight and yanks at Curze’s arms with all of his strength! But The Heretic refuses to let up! Kpavio lays into Mannfred’s unprotected face with heavy right hands but Curze won’t tap! Can anything get this man to give up! Kpavio leans back as far as he can threatening to snap the ligaments in Curze’s arms!
POP!
CURZE JUST DISLOCATED HIS SHOULDER AND PULLS HIS ARM FREE! HE HEADBUTTS KPAVIO AND LEAPS UP FROM THE MAT!
The crowd can’t believe it as Curze backs up and pops that shoulder back in place without batting an eye! Kpavio is quick to capitalize as he grabs for the wounded arm only for Curze to fire back with a string of powerful left hands to the stomach before pulling Kpavio in close for a one armed DDT! The Skull crashes face first into the mat! Curze tries to make distance but Kpavio grabs his leg! Both men are refusing to let up and Curze retaliates with a vicious stomp to the chest of Kpavio! He stomps a mudhole into his opponent!
LEGSWEEP BY KPAVIO!
CURZE HITS THE MAT AND KPAVIO POPS UP! HE DROPS THE KNEE RIGHT TO THAT INJURED SHOULDER!
Curze howls in agony as Kpavio keeps up the assault in that wounded arm with a combination of kicks as Curze fights to get to his feet!
HE CATCHES A LEG! CURZE HITS A LEG TRAP SPINEBUSTER THAT KEEPS KPAVIO DOWN!
Both men are absolutely bruised and battered but Mannfred knows that won’t keep Kpavio down! He grabs the Skull by his shirt arm and forces him up, kicking him in the chest over and over until Kpavio is to his feet!
AND HE HAULS HIM UP IN THE CRUCIFIX POSITION! MANNFRED LETS OUT A HELLISH SCREAM AS HIS SHOULDER POPS OUT AGAIN! KPAVIO LANDS BEHIND HIM AND HAULS HIM UP!
KPAVIO CRUSHER! PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!
Curze bounces off of the mat head first and lands in a heap! Kpavio covers!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Kpavio stands tall here tonight but not without having to fight tooth and nail for the right!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: KPAVIO [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] “EL LLAMADO DE LA MUERTE” [/edgtf_highlight]
Olympus is heaving with those who have paid good credits to be here tonight, but away from the raucous cheers, in a dark, quiet corridor, the near-silence is broken by the strum of a guitar. El Mariachi Muerte stalks the hallway, his wide brimmed hat casting a shadow over his face. He does not sing – there is no target for his words tonight – but he does hum a little to the rhythm of the guitar.
That is, until he is stopped in his tracks.
Dr. Death.
Rather than being angry, or annoyed, that his music was interrupted, Singing Death has a smile on his face, as he now lifts the brim of his hat.
“I thought you might find me here,” he starts.
Dr. Death remains quiet.
“It has become clear to me that we have just as much in common as we do that divides us. We are both something different to the other titans stepping into that ring tonight. That is why my song has no words, for I do not wish to sing death into your ears and watch your life drain from you. No. But I know you felt it. I know you feel el llamado de la muerte, just like I did.”
Dr. Death – intrigued by his monologue – sighs.
“And I knew that you would feel it again tonight if I played it once more,” the Mariachi continues. “Well, did you feel it?”
Dr. Death lets out another sigh and his shoulders drop slightly.
“I felt it,” he responds. “But what exactly does it mean?“
Singing Death smiles again, leaving the Hood Doctor’s question hanging in the air as he strums his own exit music from the dark corridor.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] “sweet release” [/edgtf_highlight]
On one side of the ring, we find Narcissa Balenciaga.
On the other, surrounded by a cloud of green energy we find Gemini.
“Well?” The Witch asks. “Did you bring what I requested?”
Balenciaga drops a manila envelope onto the mat. A devilish grin crosses Gemini’s face as she waves her arms, conjuring a spell to bring the envelope to her. She looks it over, then chants a small incantation causing the envelope to vanish in the same green mist.
“We could have had common cause.” The Witch calls out. “We could have worked together.”
“Whatever you are,” Narcissa begins. “Whatever you did with that sweet girl I met a few weeks ago… you’re a monster. Get out of my head, as you promised.”
A frown on her face, Gemini nods.
“If it’s sweet release you crave, I can give you that. A hex is a simple thing, yet it leaves a scar.”
She waves her hands in a large circle, her fingers wiggling wildly.
As if a pop erupted inside her head, Narcissa falls to her knees. Gemini is there suddenly, lording over her.
“You’ve been release, Narcissa Balenciaga. My voice will no longer haunt your dreams. You have repaid the debt incurred when I saved your life. Those files you’ve given me, they were your old life that have burned away. Now, you are truly alone.”
Balenciaga spits bile out, but she smiles when she finally stands up.
“I’ve always been alone.” She says. “I just didn’t know it. It only takes one pebble to cause an avalanche, and Zeus has one coming.”
The two women each smirk at that. Perhaps in a different world, they may have worked together.
Gemini gestures at the ring around them.
“Shall we?”
Narcissa spits one last time.
“You gave me a scar, it’s time to return the favor.”
This match is on!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] standard MATCH – non title [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] gemini vs. narcissa © balenciaga [/edgtf_highlight]
A battle between an inspiration and a Void is underway as Narcissa Balenciaga takes on Gemini!
Narcissa blindsides the Void at the start, connecting with a flurry of offense that sends Gemini reeling toward the ropes before running to build speed…only for the Void to pull the rope down, sending the Designer flying to the outside!
Gemini smirks at her fallen foe slowly getting to her feet, before the Witch slides out of the ring to where she feels more at home, really going on the attack with some hard kicks before sending Narcissa into the steel steps!
Crashing into the metal with a thud, the Designer looks out of it…giving Gemini an opening as she lets the fists fly!
Strike after strike connects against the back of Narcissa, who struggles to a standing position…only to be taken back down with a kick to the jaw from Gemini!
Satisfied with the damage here, the Void pulls Narcissa up before sending her back into the ring, following close behind as she slides in and rises to her feet.
She starts taunting Narcissa as she goes to work on the arm with some kicks, which quickly turn into stomps…until Narcissa rolls away, finally getting back to a vertical base!
Gemini isn’t having any of it though, kicking Narcissa in the gut before hitting a DDT that drops the Designer headfirst to the canvas!
TWO SIDES!
Gemini senses an opportunity here, going for the cover!
ONE!
…NO!
Just shy of a two count as Narcissa manages to kick out, much to Gemini’s chagrin!
The frustration is mounting as the Witch brings Narcissa back to her feet, grabbing the Designer’s hand before stepping up onto the ropes…but just as she starts walking the ropes, she gets pushed off to the outside by Narcissa!
Gemini is in trouble here as she slowly starts to stir, eventually making it to her feet just as Narcissa runs the ropes for momentum…leaping over the top rope, and colliding with the Witch on the outside!
The crowd is thrilled with the action, roaring in approval as both women are slowly moving on the outside.
Any concerns about them being knocked out are quelled soon, however, as Narcissa slowly rises to her feet…and Gemini follows suit, staring down the Designer before the women trade strikes!
Gemini is able to wear Narcissa down enough to send her back into the ring…but just as the Void slides into the ring, she gets intercepted with a boot to the skull by the Designer!
Now it’s Narcissa with the upper hand, as she watches Gemini struggle…and starts a slow walk down the Witch’s back with a wicked grin on her face!
CATWALK!
Narcissa is fully in control of the situation now as Gemini uses the ropes to pull herself up…but the Designer grabs her hand, and she’s stepping onto the ropes!
She’s been inspired by the Witch tonight, and Narcissa starts to walk the ropes!
IT’S THE LATEST TREND…BUT GEMINI SLIPS AWAY FROM THE POISON RANA ATTEMPT!
Narcissa crashes to the canvas as Gemini yells at the Designer, letting her know the Void won’t fall for that trick…only to get caught with a small package by Narcissa!
ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!
Narcissa nearly had the number of the Witch there, but Gemini manages to kick out!
Back to her feet is the Void, grabbing Narcissa’s arm with a yell of rage as she locks in the Kimura hold!
ABRAXAS!
She’s got the hold cinched in tight as the Designer screams in pain once more as she tries to stand…only for the Void to spin her around, driving her knees into Narcissa with a backstabber!
HEX!
Gemini covers her!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Despite her best efforts, Narcissa Balenciaga is no match for the Void here tonight as Gemini picks up the win!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] WINNER: GEMINI [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] “THE THICK OF IT” [/edgtf_highlight]
A stretch of vegetation that goes as far as the eye can see, from trees to bushes of all sorts.
Welcome to…The Groves.
People have come and gone from this level, taking what they need and giving back in the form of upkeep.
A fair system that has aided in the healthy growth over time, leading to a place where the threat level is minimal…but never zero.
Here we find Teddy O’Toole, Drewitt, and the lovable Colt heading down, a look of intrigue on the face of the Candy Man as he looks around at the plants surrounding the trio.
Indeed, the look of a kid in a candy store as Teddy looks to the taller of his companions on this journey.
“Isn’t it wonderful? All these wonderful plants have served some purpose to people in Arcadia…not the least of which, a big help toward some of the unique flavors I’ve concocted.”
With a smile, the Candy Man pulls out a packaged Teddy Bear from his coat pocket, offering it to the Explorer.
“Care for a sweet treat, friend?”
Drewitt waves this off, however, shaking his head as O’Toole looks to Colt. He starts to motion offering the Bear to the canine, but a quick glare from the Pilgrim makes him realize his error.
“Whoops, sorry!”
Teddy quickly pockets the Teddy Bear, focusing his attention back to the the man assisting him on the trip.
“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard enough from me about the future of the Ol’ Factory, but I haven’t so much as caught your name sir!”
This gets a slight shrug from the Explorer.
“Ain’t much for chitchat.”
Teddy gives a slow nod of acknowledgement to the response, realizing there won’t be much more.
“Fair enough, friend.”
“Where’s this root yer lookin’ for?”
Teddy looks back to the rows of trees, searching low for just what he’s seeking.
“Well, it’s a reddish bush, a rarity amongst all the green you see here.”
Drewitt looks around, trying to find anything that stands out from the single hue surrounding them…before noticing a shadow moving. There’s a feeling building up inside the Explorer, something that’s reflected by the sudden barking of Colt, much to the surprise of the Candy Man.
“What is it, boy?”
“Something’s comin’…and we’re in the thick of it.”
Off in the distance is a rustle through the bushes, giving Teddy cause for alarm.
“I think…I think we’ve reached a dead end, friend.”
Drewitt simply nods in agreement as the rustling gets louder…and louder.
And then…a roar.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#000000″ color=”#ffffff”] THE CLEANER [/edgtf_highlight]
The office of Red Hood.
The body of Butch lays deceased on a table in front of Red Hood himself. He ponders his next move, his thumb and forefinger pressed against the chin area of his mask. Just then, Smee enters the room, accompanied by someone we’ve never seen before.
“I got ‘im fer ya,” Smee says, scrambling off to be beside his boss.
“The Cleaner, I presume?” Hood asks.
The Cleaner nods; he’s wearing a full hazmat suit and we can barely see what he looks like. His face is obscured, as is his voice.
“What a bloody mess this is,” he muses. “I saw the fight; quite a debut spectacle.”
Hood nods.
“I need you to do me a favour,” he says nodding downward at the body of Butch. “I need you to do what you do best and clean this mess up.”
He laughs to himself.
“I do a lot of things well, Mr. Hood. My services extend beyond the cleaning of bodies; I’m capable of cleaning situations – messes, if you’d like, as well.”
“I think ‘e means Amataga Tuga,” Smee concludes.
The Red Hood shakes his head ‘no’.
“That’s not a situation I need cleaned up, but thank you for the offer. I need this body gone as fast as you’re able to do it. If I give you access to the chemicals, can you take care of it?”
The Cleaner nods.
“Of course,” he agrees. “But upon one condition. I’d like to join Deathrow Wrestling.”
The Red Hood thinks about it for a moment, offering a handshake.
“Consider it done,” he says.
Both men shake hands.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] OSW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] MOUNT OLYMPUS [/edgtf_highlight]
Welcome to Mount Olympus.
The rules are relatively simple.
- The twelve competitors have ten minutes to make their way to the ring atop the structure.
- Those who aren’t inside the ropes when the buzzer goes, are eliminated.
- Anything goes.
- There are no pinfalls, no disqualifications, no count-outs, and no The winner is the last person standing inside Mount Olympus.
- Eliminations once inside the ring are by being thrown over the top rope. If you go over the top and fall down the structure, you are eliminated.
The bell sounds and we’re immediately underway. Teddy O’Toole and Drewitt immediately begin climbing together up the structure, but they aren’t the only ones with this idea.
In fact, everyone makes a b-line for the ring.
Before you know it, there’s twelve competitors inside the squared circles and people are throwing hands.
Teddy O’Toole and Drewitt have formed an alliance and begin double teaming El Mariachi Muerte in the corner.
Jackson Cade and Jasper Redgrave have already tumbled down steps, brawling on the outside.
Drexl tackles Grimskull and the pair begin brawling across the ring.
Blacktooth meanwhile is physically dragging poor Felix Foley down the steps, banging his head on every single one as he bumps down them.
Everyone except the double team have now exited the ring in one form or another.
The fans don’t appreciate the double team as Teddy and Drewitt take it in turns, slamming right and left hands into Muerte. They drag him from the corner and into a vile Double Clothesline, taking him down.
He slowly gets back to his feet, Teddy climbing the top turnbuckle.
TRAVELLERS GAMBIT!
BURNING HAMMER TO EMM!
AND OFF THE TOP COMES TEDDY O’TOOLE!
HE LEAPS…
NOOOOOOO!
- DEATH JUST RAN THE FUCKING ROPES!
CUTTER!
CUTTER!!
CUTTER OFF THE TOP ROPE TO FUCKING O’TOOLE!
A VARIATION OF THE LETHAL INJECTION!
Death saves Muerte! He gets back to his feet to be man-handled by Drewitt, who slaps a hand around his throat.
CHOKESLAM!
NO!
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY TOSS!
WHISKEY LULLABY!
Muerte gets back up and turns to face Death, both men nodding. Is this the formation of an actual Tag Team? Is that what’s been happening between them?
Meanwhile, Drexl is at the bottom of Mount Olympus with a steel chair!
STEEL CHAIR TO FELIX FOLEY!
STEEL CHAIR TO BLACKTOOTH!
Drexl tosses the chair aside and immediately kisses the jewellery on his knuckles before ramming them into the eyes of both men! They writhe in agony, but here comes Colt Ramsey!
FLASH!
Ramsey uses his camera to take a quick snapshot that blinds Drexl.
THAT’S A WRAP! SWINGING REVERSE DDT, RIGHT ONTO THE FUCKING STEPS! Ramsey drills him!
The Photographer gets back to his feet, holding his back and looks to retrieve his camera.
Only here comes Grimskull!
FLYING HEADBUTT!
PRAYER TO THE SKULL OF RAMSEY! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
Grimmy gets back to his feet and laughs maniacally, only Felix Foley is back to up as well…
THESE BOOT WERE MADE FOR BOOTIN’!
RUNNING BIG BOOT TO GRIMSKULL!
The timer is counting down and Foley realizes it, quickly beginning to make his way back up the structure. Elsewhere, Jasper Redgrave is strangling Jackson Cade. He’s got a rope around his neck and he’s strangling the life out of him!
Foley has a decision to make – keep going or help Cade.
He chooses to help Cade!
He rushes over and THRUSTS HIS HAND DOWN REDGRAVES THROAT!
THE MANDIBLE CLAW!
THE PUPPETSHOW TO JASPER! THE ARTIST IS COUGHING AND SPLUTTERING! HE KICKS CADE AWAY, RELEASING HIS HOLD!
As Foley puts Redgrave to sleep, Blacktooth spots Cade holding his throat and getting back up. He rushes across the steps of Mount Olympus and leaps into the air.
DOUBLE FOOT STOP!
BLOOD RAIN!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
CADE DODGES…
He grabs him in close…
BRAAAAINNNNBUSSTTTTTAAAAH!! RIGHT ON THE FUCKING STEPS!
MASTERKEY TO BLACKTOOTH!
This entire match, do you know who we’ve not seen? Stubbins Doom. He’s no-where to be found.
And there’s not long left.
Cade starts making his way back up the structure. So does Grimskull and Felix Foley.
Elsewhere, Teddy O’Toole finds himself tumbling back down it! HE RUNS STRAIGHT THROUGH CADE AND FOLEY LIKE A FUCKING BOWLING BALL!
ALL THREE GO TUMBLING BACK TO THE BOTTOM!
Drewitt meanwhile stands on the steps as Dr. Death LEAPS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!
DOUBLE AXE HANDLE SMASH!
PAINKILLER!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
DREWITT CAUGHT HIM! AURDOUS JOURNEY!
CHOKESLAM ON THE FUCKING STEPS TO DR. DEATH!
Drewitt looks up…
FINAL VERSE!
GUITAR SMASH FROM THE TOP ROPE!
EL MARIACHI MUERTE JUST DROVE HIS GUITAR OVER DREWITT’S HEAD AND HE GOES TUMBLING DOWN THE FUCKING MOUNTAIN!
This is insane.
There’s no-one in the ring. Everyone is on Mount Olympus, broken, hurting, or recovering.
El Mariachi gets back to his feet only to find himself tackled by Cade. Cade begins slamming him with left and right hands, but there’s Redgrave!
Redgrave tries to grab him, but Cade takes out his nightstick! SHOT THE GUT! SHOT TO THE STOMACH! THE ARTIST GOES TUMBLING BACK DOWN OLYMPUS!
The countdown begins!
10…
Everyone begins fighting and scrambling.
9…
8…
EL MARIACHI MUERTE AND JACKSON CADE MAKE IT INTO THE RING!
7…
6…
5…
- DEATH DIVES THROUGH THE TOPES!
4…
3…
2…
COLT RAMSEY AND TEDDY O’TOOLE JUST BARELY MAKE IT INSIDE.
1…
BUZZ!
THAT’S IT! EVERYONE ELSE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
We suddenly look to these five titans in the middle of the ring – knowing that one of them will become OSW World Champion.
Flash.
What the fuck?
In the corner of the ring, a vibrant flash occurs.
IT’S… HOLY SHIT…
IT’S STUBBINS FUCKING DOOM! STUBBINS DOOM WAS CLOAKED IN INVISIBILITY THIS ENTIRE GOD DAMN TIME!
THERE’S SIX TITANS!
WHAT THE FUCK!
Everyone turns to look at Doom with fury in their eyes. They all turn to face him, aggressive and angry.
Jackson Cade rushes him!
WATCH MY RIGHT HAND!
Doom’s left handed glove flies across the ring, catching Cade square in the jaw as he storms forward.
THE MAD MONOLOGUE!
DRONES SUDDENLY APPEAR AROUND THE REMAINING FOUR, FIRING ROCKETS AT THEM THAT EXPLODE ON IMPACT!
DOWN GOES RAMSEY!
DOWN GOES EL MARIACHI MUERTE!
Dr. Death storms through the rockets towards Stubbins, leaping at him athletically…
HOVER, NO BOTHER!
A LEVITATING KICK ALMOST DECAPITATES DR. DEATH IN MID-AIR!
There’s only O’Toole Left.
Teddy raises his hands and tries to make a deal. He’s talking a big game about how they can be an alliance and destroy everyone else.
“Me and you, Sweet Doom, what do ya say?” Teddy hands, offering a handshake.
Doom enthusiastically excepts, pulling Teddy in close.
BRAINS OVER BRAUN!
HE SLAPPED HIS GLOVED HAND ON THE HEAD OF O’TOOLE AND ELECTRICUTES HIM! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
“Why exactly would I need you, Mr. O’Toole?” Doom responds as Teddy falls backwards, landing on his back.
El Mariachi is the first back to his feet, spinning Doom and scooping him up…
FADE TO BLACK!
PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!
NAILED IT OUT OF NO-WHERE!
EMM signals that he’s going for the top rope, getting back to his feet and heading straight up there…
ROSES FOR THE DEAD!
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
COLT RAMSEY LEAPS OUT OF NO-WHERE!
B-ROLL!
CUTTER! CUTTER TO MARIACHI!
Colt quickly pulls him back to his feet but here’s Dr. Death! Death kicks The Photographer low…
PEDIGREE!
NO!
COLT RAMSEY TIPS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!
HOLY SHIT!
DEATH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! THE PHOTOGRAPHER JUST ELIMINATED THE DOCTOR!
Mariachi is furious! He spins Ramsey around and drops him with a right hand! Singing Death is absolutely enraged.
HOSTILE DOWN!
LEAPING SUPERKICK BY CADE!
EMM FALLS INTO THE ROPES!
CLOTHESLINE OVER THE TOP ROPE BY CADE!
EL MARIACHI MUERTE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
WE’RE DOWN TO FOUR!
The Candy Man quickly comes in from behind on Cade, tipping him over the top rope!
NO!
CADE HOLDS ON!
TEDDY SWINGS VIOLENTLY WITH A CLOTHESLINE!
CADE DUCKS!
STUBBINS WITH A BASEMENT DROPKICK! DOWN GOES TEDDY!
Jackson gets back in the ring with O’Toole on all fours between he and Doom. They both back up…
Hold the fuck on? What’s this…
STUBBINS DOOM RUNS…
JACKSON CADE RUNS…
BREAKING THE JAR!
50 CALIBRE!
TWO FULL STRENGTH POWERFUL RUNNING PUNT KICKS SANDWICH O’TOOLE’S HEAD BETWEEN BOTH FUCKING BOOTS!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT! OH MY GOD!
The impact sends Doom and Cade sprawling away to hold their feet in agony. It’s Stubbins who’s up first, dragging the lifeless body of Teddy O’Toole back to his feet and DUMPING HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!
TEDDY O’TOOLE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
We’re down to three!
Darkness.
“Gracias por el fuego
Gracias por el calor brillante
Llevo siempre por dentro
Dentro de mi Corazón.”THAT’S THE MUSIC OF…. THAT’S CAESAR XL!
The lights come back on the monster is stood in the ring, smiling!
Jackson Cade and Colt Ramsey look like they’ve seen a ghost. Cade is the first to run at XL, attempting to be fearless against the man he arrested just one week ago!
LOCO BOMBA!
DOUBLE HANDED CHOKESLAM TO JACKSON CADE! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! HIS HEAD BOUNCED THUNDEROUSLY OFF THE CANVAS!
Ramsey attacks him from behind with forearms, knocking him backwards into the ropes…
Caesar though turns, driving forward with a Headbutt that stumbles the photographer backwards.
“You want to frame me, amigo?” He says angrily. Colt rushes at him…
KICK TO THE GUT!
POWERBOMB!!
BUT HE DOESN’T LET GO…
ANOTHER POWERBOMB!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT, COLT RAMSEY IS BROKEN IN HALF…
A THIRD AND FINAL FUCKING POWERBOMB!
KILL… IT… WITH… FIRE!
UN PLACER! A PLEASURE! CAESAR HAS DESTROYED THEM BOTH!
The big man straightens his suit and exits the ring, leaving Stubbins Doom to pick up the pieces! The Scientist grabs Cade first and DUMPS him over the top rope, dusting his hands off as he does!
JACKSON CADE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
And now…
For Colt Ramsey….
STUBBINS DUMPS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE TOO!
COLT RAMSEY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Stubbins Doom has done it! By hook and by crook, The Mad Scientist has stolen the OSW World Heavyweight Championship!
What a match!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] WINNER AND NEW OSW WORLD CHAMPION: STUBBINS DOOM [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#eee1c3″ color=”#000000″] “MOUNT OLYMPUS HAS FALLEN” [/edgtf_highlight]
With that amazing match over, Zeus makes his way out through the entrance tunnel with the OSW World Championship in hand. He carefully makes his way up the steps and then climbs the steps of Mount Olympus, reaching the top.
As the new World Champion awaits his prize, The Barron raises the title in the air before strapping it around the waist of Stubbins Doom.
“Congratulations, Dr. Doom”, he says proudly. “You’ve climbed Mount Olympus and proudly represented the 12 Olympians and Council of Arcadia.”
The pair shake hands.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Suddenly, fire erupts from the ring as Olympus violently shakes. Dust begins falling, Mount Olympus itself starts breaking apart.
Zeus and Stubbins Doom vanish into the darkness as the lights fail, screams coming from every direction.
With fire, flames, smoke, and dust around us, all we can see is darkness.
When the light flicker on and off, there’s nothing but the rubble of Mount Olympus left in the middle of the ring, smouldering, on fire, and in hundreds of pieces.
There’s no sign of Zeus.
There’s no sign of Doom.
Someone has just blown up the Mount Olympus structure.
Someone may have just killed the OSW World Champion.
Someone may have just killed Zeus.
People start frantically rushing towards the flames with fire extinguishers – chief amongst them is Ares, who desperately begins searching the burning hot rubble for his friend.
What the fuck just happened?