Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
We’re in a maximum-security prison. The brick walls are a pale and worn colour of green, but they sit either side of a dividing wall and a plexiglass screen.
Between those, a woman sits waiting for a visitor who soon turns the corner, sitting his giant frame in the small chair before him.
She smiles softly, placing her hand on the screen.
“My precious boy,” she swoons. “I’m so glad you came.”
“My father released me from the chains of my captivity and offered me a second chance,” Mez announces almost solemnly.
His mother grimaces, closing her eyes.
It’s like her worst fears have come true.
“I have a brother,” he continues to her surprise. “When he abandoned us, he started a new family.”
That disgusts her.
“I’m conflicted, mother. He wants me to fight my brother; he wants me to do something unthinkable.”
There’s a pause. Her face suddenly grows angry.
“Kill him,” she blurts out, hissing as she does. “Kill them all, Michael.”
There’s no telling the reaction behind his mask, but he tilts his head in confusion.
“Kill your brother, kill your father, kill them all,” she continues. “He abandoned us and left us with nothing. Everything we’ve become is because of him. I’m trapped here because of what you did, because of what he did when he left. Don’t you see? Everything is his fault.”
Michael lowers his head.
“Look at me child,” she demands, standing up. Mez slowly looks up, almost childlike. “Think about what he’s done to you. Think about where you’ve been and why you’ve been there. He isn’t your father, he’s a monster.”
She slowly walks away, approached by a guard who escorts her back into the building. Mez stands up and walks rigidly to the door, almost like tank marching towards oblivion.
What’s he going to do?
BISHOP VS. RED DEATH
These two men know loss; one of them must experience it once more!
Bishop towers over The Red Death, but the tenacious brawler kicks him low. He cracks him with a headbutt, then slams his face into the top turnbuckle! Death lays the boots into him in the corner. He straddles the middle rope and the crowd count along as he serves up soupbones – ONE! TWO! THREE—Red yells “Shut up!”—FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEV—BISHOP THROWS HIM OFF!
Death charges at Bishop, only to be scooped onto his shoulders. The Outlaw rolls snake-eyes, then hits a big boot – CROSSHAIRS! Red slowly stands, eating a straight right! He stumbles away, clocking a left hook. Falling to his knees, he screams in rage – silenced by a haymaker! This is where Bishop is at his most dangerous – teeing off! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT!
Red pulls himself up in the corner… DEADEYE!? NO! HE SIDE-STEPS THE SPEAR, AND BISHOP COLLIDES WITH THE STEEL POST! The biker staggers backwards into a headlock – KILLING JOKE! Crimson Scourge plants him with the turnbuckle bulldog! ONE… TWO… TH—SHOULDER UP! The Last Gunslinger ain’t leavin’ town yet!
The hate-filled Death backs up – ready for the killing blow! Bishop crawls onto all fours… DARKNESS FAL—BISHOP BLOCKS THE CURB STOMP! He hurls Death into a backflip, but Red lands on his feet! Death tosses a REDBLADE at Bishop, but the striker PUNCHES IT OUT OF THE AIR! Red sprints into his own LAST RITES – TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! ONE… TWO… THREE!
The bishop takes the dark knight!
Can you imagine how panicked one must feel, trapped between a psychotic robot of one’s own creation, wielding a god damn RPG, and a treacherous robotic servant who just sealed the door, and thereby, your fate?
It’s enough to make one fall to their knees, cry, beg for their life.
But Mark Gouldern just grins.
“Revenant, that’s what you call yourself is it?” Gouldern asks, a nonchalant posture look as he takes off his sunglasses.
“Shut the fuck up,” Revenant replies, the rocket launcher still resting on his shoulder.
“What?” Gouldern asks. “No last words?”
“And what could a manipulative, cunning bastard like you have to say as your last words?”
Gouldern laughs. “Just an old cliche, really.”
The servant bot who stands flanking Gouldern would widen its eyes in realization, but it wasn’t programmed as part of it’s function.
Instead, it simply charges Gouldern and screams “NO!”
Just as Gouldern sighs and says, “Open Sesame.”
Like fucking magic, a sliding door opens just to Gouldern’s right!
REVENANT FIRES THE ROCKET LAUNCHER!
GOULDERN DIVES INTO THE SECRET ROOM!
If the servant robot had been allowed by its programming, it would’ve said, “Shit.”
Instead, it said nothing as the rocket collided into it, obliterating it.
Gouldern grins, “Close.”
The door seals shut behind him.
Gouldern chuckles as he hears Revenant scream distantly from behind the door.
“Fuck you,” Gouldern says as he runs deeper into a secret Research and Development corridor.
“It’s time to recoup my losses.”
Two bodies fall, crashing to the earth with a duet of dull thuds. The Judge and the Reaper find themselves back in the Slaughterhouse compound, deep inside one of the slaughter rooms where decades of animal blood and guts have stained the concrete.
It is Reaper who rises first after their rough arrival, and he charges straight at The Judge. Grabbing him by the throat, Reaper lifts him off the ground and shoves him into a blood stained wall.
“You don’t even care do you?” He spits the words through clenched teeth. “They died and it’s all some damned puzzle for you. An algorithm that you can’t seem to crack.”
The Judge kicks out, catching The Reaper in the chest and causing his foe to drop him.
Reaper stands quickly, charging back at The Judge with vengeance in his eyes…
THE VERDICT! THE KICK SENDS REAPER BACKWARDS, CRASHING INTO A SHELF FULL OF MEAT HOOKS WHICH CLATTER TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
THE JUDGE COMES IN FOR HIS PATENTED BITE, BUT REAPER MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!
UPPERCUT TO THE BODY TAKES THE JUDGE’S WIND OUT OF HIS SAILS!
VENGEANCE FROM ABOVE!
THE REAPER HAS DRILLED JUDGE’S HEAD BRUTALLY INTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
He stands over his downed foe, his own chest heaving from the effort, grief and rage that boils over inside him.
“Somebody has to pay. The way I see it… It’s your mistake, you’re responsible.”
The Judge begins to protest his innocence, pleading his case but The Reaper is having none of it…
THE REAPER HAS A STEEL PIPE!
PIPE TO THE SKULL OF THE JUDGE!
THE REAPER HAS CRACKED IN BRUTAL FASHION!
HE PICKS A GROGGY JUDGE UP OFF THE GROUND!
OH MY FUCKING GOSH – THE DEATH SENTENCE ONTO THE CONCRETE!
THE JUDGE IS NOT MOVING A DAMNED MUSCLE!
But Reaper stands over him once more…
“At Ring of Dreams, I’m coming armed. So you can find out first hand what it feels like to be on the receiving end of that axe of yours.”
MALICE VS. THE REAPER
The Harvester vs The Mauler in the Battle of Detroit – will Malice pay for his sins or will Reaper be tonight’s casualty of War.
DING! DING! Malice blitzes but Reaper lands a perfectly timed clinched knee to the solar plexus! Malice gasps for air as a crooked smile appears on the Harvester’s face. Reaper stomps a mud hole in his head, toying with him at this point and dumps Malice with a SOMOAN DROP! ONE! TWO! NO!
Malice kicks Reapers feet from underneath him and goes in motion syncing up a big Clothesline! Malice rings Reaper’s head off a turn buckle! And again! Three! Malice big shoulder check to the gut! Irish Whip into opposite corner, Reaper slams and just as he turns GORE!! ONE! TWO! NO!
Malice charges back up to maintain control, a swift kick to the gut keeps Reaper at bay – Malice grabs him around the waist! GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB! Malice with the irish whip, Reaper ducks a HUGE LARIAT! Reaper stalks Malice falling forward! GERMAN SUPLEX! ONE! TWO! NO! Malice somehow survives.
Reaper has control but a low blow stops him in his tracks. Malice boot to gut puts Reaper in a powerbomb, he’s moving close to the turnbuckle! BUCKLE BOMB! Reaper comes out stumbling! TORTURE RACK! MALICIOUS INTENT!! TORTURE RACK PILE DRIVER! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Malice survives the test, his sins will not be punished…. tonight, anyway.
REST, PART I
The sun rises on a rainy day, as we find the Red Death stood before two graves.
He looks down at them with sadness, yet his confusion plays through.
“The Shark said you were alive.” He says. “But I know you’re not. I held your bodies, whispered goodbyes that you would never hear. I bought these plots of land to lay your bodies to rest.”
His fists clench.
“But I will never stop fighting for vengeance. What Luke Storm did will never be forgiven.”
The ground beneath Death begins to shake, causing the Red Knight to back up. The ground itself begins to twist and move as a hand darts out of the grave of Sarah. Death starts to lunge forward but the ground caves in around him as a form rises out of the grave.
The Blood Red Shark.
For a moment, Death seems confused, but then confusion gives way to madness.
HE RUSHES IN TO GRAB SHARK, THROWING HIM UP AGAINST THE TOMBSTONE!
“You son of a bitch!” Death roars, bashing Shark’s head into Sarah’s tombstone. “You’re trying to trick me!”
He leaps off Shark, his whole body convulsing with anger.
“They’re all trying to trick me! Newton. Sigil. Even Storm. They all want to use me. To control me.”
Death rushes in again, but this time Shark loosens one of his teeth, and the red haze hits Death.
The world flip-turns upside down for Bill Kirby as the Shark looms over him, a great monster swallowing him whole.
To Be Continued…
MAJOR THOM VS. JUNKRAT
Both these competitors love the smell of napalm in the morning!
Major Thom eyes the unkempt, anarchic Junkrat with disdain. The Vet strikes first, levelling him with a bombing run of a clothesline. He peels him off the mat and ragdolls him across the ring. The 324-pounder crushes him with a corner splash! Thom salutes the crowd, who boo and give him a salute of their own.
He pulls Junkie up. The Mayor of Gary hits a jawbreaker! Major stumbles back. The pyromaniac butts heads with him—nearly knocking himself out—then sends him packing. The Guantanamo inmate reverses. Junkrat hits the ropes… and nails THE CONCUSSION MINE tilt-a-whirl DDT! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Junkrat cusses and slaps the mat.
Junkie heads up top – BUT THE RIP-TIRE MISSES ITS TARGET! Thom evades the 450-splash and immediately covers him. ONE… TWO… SHOULDER UP! Major decides to bust out the big guns. Junkrat slowly gets to his feet – SABOTAGE! The bicycle kick takes his head off! ONE… TWO… FOOT ON THE ROPES to a BIG POP!
Thom needs to avoid a FUBAR here. He heaves Junkrat up into the CODE RED F-5–BANG! JUNKRAT LETS OFF A SMALL EXPLOSIVE TO ESCAPE! Anyone else would panic – but Thom is a veteran. He steps through the smoke, inhaling it as he does – only to be splattered by a top-rope RIP-TIRE by Junkrat! ONE… TWO… THREE!
A trillion-dollar defence budget wasn’t enough tonight!
NO MAN’S LAND
We are on a deserted battlefield. Trenches are in place and death still lingers in the air. Smoke starts filling the area. We see five silhouettes ranging from a colossus to a girl less than half his size. It is War Machine, Mefisto, and Sweet Alice! Only Mefisto looks happy about this. Sweet Alice is freaking out.
“Where are we?!”
Malice breathes the air and reacts like a child who smells his favorite dish.
“No Man’s Land. Do you know why they call it that? You enter as a man, but you leave as a corpse.”
Bishop speaks up.
“Of course, he is right, look at the trenches. That does not explain why we are here. Mefisto, why did you bring us to this place?”
Mefisto smirks and replies.
“Don’t you know? I am everywhere. I heard you talking to Limehouse, how you wanted a No Man’s Land match. I wanted to see what it would be like.”
Major Thom replies.
“This is the inspiration; the match could be worse than this place. Do you see the barbed wire around the trenches? That is going to be around the barricades. It is going to be the ropes. Do you see the flags at the ends? We all must grab one from each ring post to win the match. Do you see how the flags are still there after all these years? That’s how hard it’s going to be to grab one when we are in the way. We chose a No Man’s Land match because we’re not men, we’re a machine.”
Mefisto nods and replies.
“Good to know but I wouldn’t call either of us men. Him neither.”
Smoke fills the battlefield and Bishop is speared into the barbed wire! It’s The Plague Rat!
“I’m a rat bitch and I don’t only survive where you people can’t, I thrive in it.”
The Plague Rat rips off a piece of the barbed wire and he chokes Bishop with it! Major Thom and Malice run to save him but Mefisto teleports everyone back to The Slaughterhouse. They are in the halls and they are as confused as when they entered No Man’s Land.
Mefisto smiles and speaks.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that expression. Do not be angry at me, I only wanted information, the rat wanted revenge. I don’t want you dead, not yet anyway.”
Bishop’s neck is all cut up, but he begins to speak.
“How did that bastard survive anyway?”
“As I said, I’m everywhere.”
War Machine rushes at him but he vanishes in a cloud of smoke with Alice and The Plague Rat!
It is only War Machine now and Malice is pissed!
IMPERIUM VS. WILLIAMS, BANZAN & CRYPTKEEPER
Though Imperium find themselves splitting at the seams, they are in trios action tonight against Jessie Williams, Banzan, and the Cryptkeeper!
The bell rings, and Whitlock kicks things off against Jessie Williams. The two powerhouses lock up, but Jessie quickly breaks it with a HEADBUTT that sends Whitlock hurdling backwards! Whitlock throws a forearm into Jessie’s face, and whips Jessie into the ropes! CLOTHESLINE! NO! WHITLOCK DUCKS! Williams bounces off the other side, POWERSLAM BY WHITLOCK!
Whitlock brings Jessie to his feet, whips him into his own corner! BAD DECISION! Cryptkeeper tags himself in! Whitlock turns to tag in BEG, but BEG hops off the apron. “Fuck you,” BEG replies, and Whitlock angrily turns around to face The Cryptkeeper! EYE RAKE, IRISH WHIP, BIG BOOT! A BEGINNING, MIDDLE, AND END!
NO!!! Whitlock ducks the Big Boot and dives into his corner! HE MAKES THE TAG TO GOULDERN! The Herald of the Future steps into the ring. RUTHLESS INSPIRATION! CRYPTKEEPER STAGGERS BACKWARDS INTO HIS OWN CORNER! BANZAN TAGS HIMSELF INTO THE MATCH!
Gouldern charges towards Banzan as he enters the ring! THE DISRUPTION! NO!! BANZAN CLOTHESLINES HIM TO FUCKING HELL!!! GOULDERN DOES A GOD DAMN BACKFLIP IN MIDAIR AND LANDS ON HIS STOMACH!!! Banzan wastes no time preparing himself. He squats down, waits for the Herald of the future to stand to his feet! MAGGA!!! NO!!! BEG PULLS GOULDERN OUT OF THE WAY!!! BANZAN LANDS ON HIS BACK! HE JUMPS TO HIS FEET!! THE DISRUPTION!!! GOULDERN NAILS IT!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEE!!!
Imperium show they can still work together, picking up a much needed victory over Williams, Cryptkeeper, and Banzan!
It’s the only thing Berkshire Ellison Green really likes: in the boardroom, the bedroom, in the back-alley. Anywhere. Everywhere. He doesn’t just like it though. Not really. He needs it. Demands it.
It’s what he’s thinking about as he stalks the dark backstage corridors of the The Slaughterhouse.
Namely, how he can take it back.
So when, from the shadows, he sees the unexpecting Alton Whitlock casually walking to his locker room, glancing at his phone?
A man like BEG knows an opportunity when he sees it.
He moves like a tiger pouncing: fast, decisive, one fluid leap. He takes the suit-wearing Whitlock completely off guard. With a sickening thump Whitlock’s body contacts the concrete wall. Instantly, BEG’s cane presses against his throat. The force pressure exerted by BEG holds Whitlock up against the wall. The politician’s feet do not touch the ground.
Whitlock wheezes, coughs, sputters, tries to free himself. BEG does not relent.
“Imagine,” BEG hisses at the politician, “being stupid enough to fuck around with the plans of man like me.”
He presses the cane in deeper.
“Imagine,” BEG says, “thinking you could do anything about the fate I’ve got planned for you.”
“Imagine how delusional you must be to think for a second you’ll walk out of Ring of Dreams victorious. To believe that a little chaos could take this situation out of my control.”
Abruptly, BEG lowers the cane. Whitlock drops to his feet, barely staying upright.
With a flourish, BEG slaps the shit out of the nearly asphyxiated Alton, then shoves him to the ground.
“You think you can start a little revolution, throw me off my game? Get a little momentum behind yourself before I make you my bitch?” BEG taunts. “You think I can’t have Mark Gouldern use the latest, greatest Telegon surveillance tech to squash a revolution without so much as taking his hands off his tiny techno-cock?”
“You think I can’t pay a few dirty cops to beat the fuck out of your little movement? You think I can’t force the world to be exactly what I want it to be?”
“You think you can control this situation?”
“Your imagination’s gotten the best of you, Alton. I’ll see you next week.”
With a sinister smirk, BEG spits on Whitlock before turning and walking away.
But behind his back–slowly but surely–Alton Whitlock rises once more.
BELLATOR VS. SWEET ALICE VS. THE PLAGUE RAT
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Triple threat action tonight, with Sanctus Bellator taking on Sweet Alice and The Plague Rat!
The bell rings, and The Plague Rat immediately charges Sweet Alice! HE BITES HER FUCKING HEAD! HIS TEETH DIG DEEP INTO HER FOREHEAD AND ALL SHE CAN DO IS SCREAM! Sanctus Bellator runs and bounces off the ropes! He SPEARS the Plague Rat away from Sweet Alice! Sweet Alice grabs her book!
SHE THWACKS BELLATOR OVER THE HEAD WITH IT! Bellator falls off of the Plague Rat, who sweeps Alice’s legs out from underneath her. Alice falls to her back, and Plague Rat mounts her! He punches her with hard lefts and rights, but Bellator dropkicks TPR in the back of the head!
Bellator drags the Plague Rat to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckles! TPR staggers out of the corner! IMPERTIO!!! SPANISH FLY!!! SANCTUS NAILS IT!!! HE MAKES THE COVER!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEE– NO!!! SWEET ALICE BREAKS UP THE PIN! Sanctus stands to his feet, turns around…
DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE BY ALICE!!! SHE MAKES THE COVER!!! ONE!!! BUT NO, TPR GRABS HER BY THE HAIR AND DRAGS HER AWAY!!! He boots Alice in the stomach, lifts her up into the crucifix position! He giggles, “STUPID BITCH!” THE BLACK DEATH!!! NO!!! SHE SLIDES OUT OF IT!!! TPR TURNS AROUND!!! HE’S KICKED IN THE GUT!!! DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE AGAIN, BUT TO THE PLAGUE RAT!!! SHE HOOKS THE LEG!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEE!!!
Sweet Alice sends Sanctus Bellator and TPR down the rabbit hole with a big time victory over two game opponents!
A familiar dream.
Jessie Williams runs through a forest. His face is drenched with sweat, his entire demeanor is that of a scared child. He darts between trees, sparing a look over his shoulder.
He is being chased.
By Matthew Cories. Or at least his rotting corpse.
We’ve seen this before.
“I killed your Uncle.”
In the flash of lightning, Cories is revealed as Mr. Sandman. Then, in the darkness, is back to the corpse of Cories.
Jessie continues to run, leaps over a small lake, and enters a small clearing, rushing inside a log cabin. He immediately runs to a loose board in the floor, but this time does not lift it. He turns confidently around, crowbar in hand to face the monster.
Jessie lifts his crowbar up, but Sandman knocks it away, lifting the boy up by his neck, and staring him in the eye. But this time, Jessie leans in to whisper a word into the monster’s ear.
Just as before, Jessie Williams bolts upright in bed. Sandy Rogers is sat on the end of the bed, watching with concerned eyes.
“Were you able to control it?” Rogers asks the panting Williams.
Jessie calms down, something approaching a smirk on his lips. He nods.
“Yeah, I controlled it.” His eyes narrow as he looks at Sandy. “He broke the dream this time.”
Rogers seems confused as Jessie gets off the bed.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist helping me,” Williams taunts. “Once I wouldn’t give you the book, I knew you’d try everything.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sandy stammers.
Williams grins, nodding to the floor of the cabin, where a floorboard is loose.
“You thought you’d find it there, didn’t you?” He taunts again. “Get me stuck in the dream world fighting Mr. Sandman, and good ole Sandy Rogers can make off with the Necronomicon.”
Rogers begins to back towards the door.
“So I made Sandman end the dream, because I whispered in his ear the same truth I will say aloud to you now.”
Sandy Rogers opens the door to leave.
“You killed my uncle.” Jessie states. “And I don’t want to beat you up. At Ring of Dreams, bring the Sandman to my arena. To real life. So I can kick his ass for what he did.”
Rogers stands in the doorway, his jovial nature still in tact.
“My dear boy.” He begins. “You have no idea what you’ve requested. But it will be done.”
He looks down at the empty hole.
“And that book will come home to where it belongs.”
The door slams behind Rogers as Jessie is left alone with a smirk.
One Day Prior to Ring of Dreams…
SECRET RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT CHAMBER.
A laboratory that would make Dr. Mindfuck jealous, filled with half-finished inventions, stockpiled metal weapons, and a veritable shitload of robot parts.
Mark Gouldern is a busy man.
He sits at a table, an augmented reality projected screen running unlimited data and figures as Gouldern interprets the information.
“Stop,” he says.
A door slides open.
Another data set appears on the screen, jumbled up gobbledygook that only Gouldern could read.
The information pleases him. He stands up and marches through the open airlock doors and into a room with a single spotlight shining down on…
A massive, exoskeletal suit with fully automatic weapons attached to both arms.
Gouldern walks a circle around his new project.
“It’s a little early,” he thinks outloud. “But the risk is minimal.”
He walks to the back of the suit, presses a red button.
The mech unfolds in front of him.
He places his feet inside, followed by the rest of his body.
Once the entirety of his body is in the mech, it closes around him.
“Engage,” Gouldern states.
The MECH arms raise, and fire bullets like machine guns at REVENANT REPLICA BODIES standing in its path.
By the time the arms have completely emptied?
The Revenant Replicas are nothing more than scrapheaps.
Gouldern smiles so big, he actually shows his brilliant, white teeth.
JAY JECKEL VS. BLOOD RED SHARK
Legacy fights against the Old Guard here tonight as the Juggalo sinks down into the depths to take down a Shark on a frenzy.
The bell sounds as both men rush forward, The Shark trying for a spear but Jay blocks it, drilling Shark with a hard elbow to the back of the head before nailing him with a stiff knee to the jaw that rocks the Shark backwards. Jay tries to lift Sharkie up onto his shoulders in a Firemans Carry but the Shark drops down, nailing Jay with a lighting quick neckbreaker as he slips out. Jay gets to his feet right into a stiff dropkick to the jaw that puts him down on one knee before the Shark rushes to the ropes once more, bouncing off
WITH A BLOODY MARY! The Shining Wizard may well have broken Jay’s nose as blood sprays across the ring, sending Shark in a frenzy as he pounces on the fallen Jay, driving down left and rights to his unprotected face before Jay manages to kick the ravenous Shark off him. Jay barely gets to his feet before the Shark rushes forward once more, trying for a clothesline but Jay ducks under.
J.U.G.G.A.L.O! A hard Low Blow stops the Shark cold as Jay quickly hoists him up onto his shoulders in the Firemans’ Carry, THE HATCHET! The swinging neckbreaker variant hits flush but Jay doesn’t cover, instead pulling The Shark back up to his feet and rocking him with a stiff headbutt.
Another headbutt leaves the Shark out on his feet before he’s hoisted back up onto Jay’s shoulders who parades the Shark around for a few moments before Jay drops him face first down onto his knee with the RAW DEAL! That’s it as Jay hooks the leg for the pinfall, ONE…TWO…THREE!!!
The Twisted Mother Fucker puts down his very first singles victim here tonight as he proves the Jeckel name is in good damn hands with young Jay.
THE FINAL CHAPTER
Sat on a chair of bone in his Crypt, The Cryptkeeper is angrily turning pages of an old book, looking for something in particular.
Whatever it is, he can’t find it.
Just then, Sigil appears.
The Collector stands with his arms folded.
“You don’t understand it, do you?” The Champion asks, watching as The Cryptkeeper looks up over his book with disdain.
“I spoke with two of their fathers, yet they remain here. That should have been enough to change the course of the future for the better.”
Sigil audibly laughs.
“You foolish beast,” Sigil remarks. “You haven’t changed the future. It was always that way. I always retrieved them – that was written. That was destiny. They always came.”
He slowly walks up the steps, approaching Viridi.
“Their history always included the mighty Cryptkeeper speaking with Mike Lane and Brent Kersh. It existed within their past and this is the result. Why do you think I didn’t try and stop you?”
The Cryptkeeper stands to meet Sigil, face to face, right next to his book.
“You don’t have the power to see the past or the future, do you? Your power is ebbing away, isn’t it?” He asks smugly. “That’s why you played your most powerful hand and spoke with their fathers; hoping that they’d hold enough sway to change the present.”
There’s a brief pause. Viridi realizes that his plan has failed and there’s nothing left but a fight between them.
“Is this really what you want, or is it what my brother demands?” He asks, removing his hat and running a hand through his stringy white hair.
The Collector leans in.
“Does it matter?” He whispers. “You have a week to get your affairs in order, Viridi. At Ring of Dreams, this final chapter concludes.”
He carefully closes the book and walks away, leaving The Cryptkeeper alone to consider the future.
Consider his interest piqued.
He’s hunting through his Junkyard, searching for shards of the item he found weeks ago. It’s taken that long but slowly but surely, he starts piecing it together.
Before he finishes, he’s transported once again.
There’s a vague sound of what seems like jeering, but he can hardly make it out.
He stands in the middle of a big area with blurred vision, trying to make sense of what’s happening around him.
Then a distorted voice interrupts.
“You’ve almost finished it,” the voice says with pride. “Don’t stop now, Junkrat.”
“What the fuck is going on, mate?” Junkrat says, looking perturbed. “Where the hell am I?”
“Ssh,” the voice responds. “You’re where you need to be. Finish piecing it together and we’ll meet.”
Abruptly and suddenly, Junkrat is teleported back to his Junkyard, where twenty small and broken pieces lay on the ground next to the larger shard he found weeks ago.
He debates piecing it together.
Deep down in his soul, he knows this can’t be a good idea.
But since when has that ever stopped him?
He pulls a small tube of glue out of his pocket and with a smile, kneels in the dirt to begin piecing together whatever this is.
SANDMAN VS. MEFISTO
Two demonic forces go head to head tonight, will the Illusionist bolster his claim to the souls of OSW or will he slip into a nightmare that he will never wake?
The bell sound as Mefisto rushes forward, trying to take Sandman down with a hard Big Boot to the jaw that barely registers with the Night Terror. The Illusionist delivers a kick to the gut that hits a rock wall before trying to pick him up for a Belly to Belly Suplex. Sandman blocks it, delivering a snap headbutt that rocks Mefisto back several steps before nearly decapitating him with a stiff clothesline.
The Illusionist stumbles to his feet right into a flurry of rights and lefts before Sandman grabs Mefisto by the throat. Mefisto manages to slip out, vanishing behind Sandman, SNAP DDT! Mefisto faked the Night Terror out, finally dropping him to the mat but that’s short lived as Sandman quickly sits up right into a hard running kick to the face that actually puts the Sandman back down on the mat.
Mefisto drops down to the mat, trying to lock in a submission hold but the Sandman easily kicks him off. Mefisto is thrown into the ropes from the force, bouncing off right into another hand to the throat before he’s nearly driven through the mat with a Chokeslam…or is he? The body of Mefisto evaporates before appearing behind Sandman as he leaps onto his neck, trying to lock in the Torture Chamber!
The Sleeper is locked in tight as Mefisto wraps his legs around Mr Sandman but the sleep demon barely acknowledges the hold, simply reaching back and with tremendous strength, throws Mefisto off him with one hand right into the nearby corner! Mr Sandman rushes forward, drilling Mefisto with a hard running shoulder before peeling him out of the corner, and tossing him into the air right into a DEEP SLEEP! The Snap STO hits hard as Mr Sandman covers the unconcious Mefisto. ONE…TWO…THREE!!!
Mr Sandman picks up a big win in his official debut here tonight, Mefisto tried his best but eventually, everyone fears what Bumps in the Night
REST, PART II
In the red hazed belly of the Blood Red Shark, the Red Death looks around in anger, trying to find a way to gain his wits back when a voice startles him.
Death turns around to be eye to eye with Sarah Kirby. Beside her stands little Jason Kirby.
“No.” Death mutters. “It’s an illusion.”
“No.” Sarah says, walking up to Death, who backs away. “We’re alive, Bill.”
The Red Death shakes his head as little Jason approaches.
“You’ve kept us alive, Dad.” He adds. “When you put on that mask, that was in our memory. You have fought so hard to make sure no one else has to go through what we did. You’ve kept us alive.”
Behind Death, several forms appear.
“We’re always alive in your mind.”
Death turns to face them, his eyes wide with shock. Some should be here. Some… should not.
Jason Kirby places his hand on his dad’s, and Bill cannot seem to pull himself away, despite his misgivings.
“We’ve died a thousand deaths, Dad, but you always bring us back to life.”
Sarah joins with Jason and the Vindicators, forming a half circle around Bill.
“Every time you put the cowl on, we die again so that you can avenge us.” His wife offers.
The circle is completed by several new forms.
“But we want to rest.”
Darkwish stands before Kirby, looking at him with sad eyes.
“We just want to rest, Bill.”
Red Death scowls at the circle, trying to regain his wits.
“No.” Death mutters again. “I won’t let your memories fade. I won’t forget you.”
All the forms fade as he shakes the cobwebs out.
All but Sarah.
“Bill.” She places both her hands on his face, staring into his eyes. “Let go. Let the Death end. Take off that silly mask. Take back control of your life, and move on.”
The other forms appear behind her, as she backs up to them.
“We want to rest.”
The forms all fade away as Bill Kirby falls to the ground. The haze fades away from him, leaving him a broken man, crying in the destroyed graves of his family while the Blood Red Shark looks on from afar.
WHAT LIES BEYOND
The day of Ring of Dreams.
Dawn has just broken over an enclosure in the forest, the rays of sunshine cascading down through the tree branches. The camera slowly pans downwards to reveal Banzan, the large monk carrying a casket upon his shoulder, showing immense strength as he hefts the container, one which we know contains the body of Aesop, into a hole dug in the ground.
He is extremely gentle as he does this, the Mountain gingerly placing it inside the ground with his own two hands before slowly covering it with dirt.
“And so, I lay you to rest. I said I would not do it until I was sure I had found your killer, but now? I am unsure if my wrath is right.”
Once the coffin is covered Banzan sits at the foot of the grave site, once again closing his eyes and breathing in deeply.
“Please, Aesop. Help me one last time, allow me to see more than even the well can show me.”
A pale white aura slowly envelops Banzan, the monk’s face locked in a look of pure concentration as he seems to drink not just from the well of enlightenment, but from the knowledge his friend once held.
We see deep inside of Banzan’s own mind as the monk stands in pitch black, the only light coming from the aura surrounding him. He looks forward, spotting a ghostly visage of Aesop. The spirit walks the darkness by himself, and as Banzan goes to try and reach out to him.
A creature from the shadows lashes out at Aesop, the story teller’s form getting frail as he tries and fails to defeat the beast! Banzan rushes forward to try and help him, but once again, he is too late.
The unseen creature pulls away from Aesop’s visage, the illusion disappearing into the darkness leaving only the creature in sight. As it too disappears into the shadows, we see the glint of fangs in its mouth.
Banzan runs forwards, but the faster he runs, the slower he seems to move! The Mountain collapses onto his knees, and as he does…
His eyes open.
And night has fallen on OSW.
The vision he just witnessed shows on his face. He stands up, showing concern as he tries to make sense of what he has seen.
“Fangs. The only thing I know about the assailant, is his fangs.”
Banzan looks up at the moon, clenching his fist tightly.
“I may not know for sure that it was Drake. But I have no other choice.”
He turns to leave, the moon rising fully behind him as he walks from the woods and back towards society.
“The beast must perish.”
As Banzan leaves, the camera zooms out to reveal a familiar man hiding behind the trees, his cloak flowing in the wind as he too takes his leave from the scene.
SIGIL © VS. SEESAW
THE BONE YARD
Tonight, Sigil and SeeSaw face off in the Boneyard! It is a hardwood ring surrounded by a steel cage! Which champion will come out on top in the one place possibly worse than the SeeSaw’s toy box? We find out next!
SeeSaw rushes at Sigil! He’s going for the Super Turbine Blast! He gores Sigil! No!!!
SIGIL TELEPORTS OUT OF THE WAY!
SIGIL HITS THE LEAPING ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE JAW!
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SEESAW KICKS OUT!
Sigil is shocked and he starts stomping on SeeSaw! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Sto-no! SeeSaw catches the foot! He stands up with Sigil’s foot in his hands! He spins Sigil around and levels him with a clothesline! He runs the ropes and hits big body splash! He stays on him for the cover! One! Two! Thr-no! He starts screaming, “No, no, no, no, no!” He grabs Sigil’s head and starts banging it on the hardwood floor! Sigil looks out of it and SeeSaw climbs on the top rope!
HE FLAPS HIS ARMS LIKE WINGS AND JUMPS!
FLIGHT OF THE ORNITHOPTER!
HE HITS THE TOP ROPE BODY SPLASH AND COVERS!
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SIGIL GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
SeeSaw is enraged and pulling at his hair! He rips Sigil off the floor and tosses him into the cage wall! Sigil hits the steel hard and falls between the cage and the ropes! SeeSaw hits a basement dropkick to Sigil’s skull! It’s crushed between SeeSaw’s boots and the wall! SeeSaw pulls Sigil up, runs, and throws him to the other side of the cage! Sigil catches himself on the cage! He flips off the cage wall! He hits the moonsault!
SIGIL IS WAITING FOR SEESAW TO GET UP!
SEESAW IS GETTING TO HIS FEET!
SIGIL CHARGES AT HIM!
SIGIL HITS THE RUNNING DROPKICK!
HE SENDS SEESAW FLYING INTO THE CAGE WALL!
THE WALL IS KNOCKED OVER AND SEESAW LOOKS LIKE HE IS LAID OUT COLD!
THE REF CHECKS HIM OUT!
HE’S STILL CONSCIOUS!
THE MATCH GOES ON!
Sigil runs the ropes! Springboard elbow drop onto a prone SeeSaw! Sigil stays on SeeSaw and starts raining punches on him! He gets off SeeSaw and waits for him to stand up! SeeSaw looks like he is struggling! Sigil gets behind him!
SIGIL HITS A CHOP TO THE BACK OF THE NECK!
SEESAW FALLS HARD!
SIGIL YELLS “END IT!”
HE TELEPORTS TO THE TOP OF THE CAGE!
DIVING FOOT STOMP!
NO! SEESAW ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!
SIGIL CRASHES AND BURNS ON THE WALL!
Both SeeSaw and Sigil are laid out on the broken wall! SeeSaw gets up first and drags Sigil up! He hoists Sigil on his shoulders! Powerbomb on the broken wall! He holds on! He deadlifts Sigil off the wall! Another powerbomb! He’s laughing as he picks Sigil up again! A third one, this one stronger than the rest! SeeSaw has gone into play mode! He picks Sigil up one more time! He marches on the wall to the ring! Powerbomb on the hardwood floor!
SIGIL LOOKS DONE AND SEESAW COVERS!
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SIGIL GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
SEESAW IS ENRAGED AND HE INSTANTLY THROWS SIGIL BACK ON HIS SHOULDERS!
HE’S TEETERING THIS TIME!
REVERSE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER-NO!
SIGIL SLIPS OUT FROM BEHIND AND SHOVES SEESAW INTO THE STEEL WALL!
SIGIL CHARGES AT HIM!
PLANESWALKER FROM BEHIND!
NO! SEESAW DUCKS AND CATCHES SIGIL ON HIS BACK!
HE DROPS SIGIL HARD WITH THE REVERSE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER AND COVERS!
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SeeSaw has done! He has defeated the world champion in this non-title match! You have to expect he’ll get a chance at the title soon!
As Scarlett Storm plays with other children in a comfortable pre-school, she has no idea that Edward Newton has pulled up outside in a purple van.
He watches from the gates as she plays – it’s almost the end of the day.
As Newton watches with a smile, a tap on the shoulder surprises him.
He turns around to a vicious right hand that plumps right on the bridge of his nose, knocking him on his arse.
It’s Luke Storm.
“I fucking warned you,” he growls. “I told you to leave her the fuck alone.”
Edward scrambles to his feet, blood beginning to drip from his nose. He takes a hanky out of his pocket and holds it on the bridge.
“Why do you think I’m going to just walk away?” Newton asks breathlessly.
The Storm King grabs him by the throat, just as the bell sounds for the end of day. He rams him backwards into the gates, punching him multiple times in the stomach.
Tossing him aside, he follows onward, dropping The Riddler with yet another right hand.
As kids pour outside to their parents, many of whom are watching the fight, Luke lays into Edward with kicks to the mid-section.
He drops onto his knees, just about to pummel on him when he realizes what he’s doing and where. That stops him. He stands up, looking apologetically at the parents watching with their terrified children.
Backing away towards the gates, he begins looking for Scarlett.
Only, she’s missing.
His eyes dart around the school, the playground and the gates. He starts to panic.
Then he sees her.
She’s holding the hand of someone entirely different.
The Collector opens a portal and walks through, taking Scarlett Storm with him.
Luke runs towards the portal but it closes before he gets there.
He drops to his knees, slamming his fists on the ground, only inches away from going through it.
Not sure what to do, he gets back to his feet and storms back over to Newton, standing over him.
“He has her!” He yells furiously. “Sigil has Scarlett!”
Edward slowly pulls himself back to his feet, leaning against the gate.
“I’ll get her back,” he growls. “I’ll get her back.”