SEESAW, KAINE KNIGHTLORD, VIPER ROBERTS, CAEL GABLE & SIGIL
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
The fight continues inside the warehouse, the tide finally starting to turn against Legacy until a portal opens, allowing them to make their escape. This leaves us with five angry men, staring each other down until SeeSaw speaks up.
“Well now what?”
He glares at Knightlord with something of a mix between a smirk and a snarl.
“You’re the detective around here Batboy, got any more clues to follow?”
Kaine is taken slightly aback by this, glaring at Mr. Make Believe before Viper speaks up.
“All roads lead to Invasion, gentlemen. We managed to get this far without giving Sigil an edge, but it’s every man for himself when that briefcase hangs above us.”
This is met with an uneasy silence, as the five come to terms with the situation…until Gable speaks up, a confident tone in his voice.
“You’re absolutely right, Viper. I’m not blowing my chance at this opportunity, and I don’t expect any of you to either…we just need to make sure Sigil can’t take it. He doesn’t get away with his plotting and scheming…he doesn’t walk out of this situation unscathed.”
The others nod in agreement, certain only in this much with such big stakes in play.
Elsewhere.
Outside the Slaughterhouse, a portal opens with a flash of light. Stepping out of the portal is Sigil, slowly approaching his destination with a chuckle.
“Those fools may have gotten the pounce on me, but with that pirate out of the way they cannot stop what is set in motion. Their focus will be divided between gunning me down and seizing their moment…and that will play well into the plan.”
He arrives at the main entrance, pausing just for a moment to take everything in.
“This is going to be fun.”
He chuckles once more before making his way into the Slaughterhouse, setting the stage for what’s to come.
Cut.
JESSIE WILLIAMS, JOANNA WILLIAMS, & TENCHU
Tenchu.
The robotic samurai stands motionless in the ring, the lights shining down on him. He has stopped being a shadow. He’s chosen to enter the light of his own volition.
“Williams.”
His voice is booming but does not resemble a shout. He speaks with authority as, at the top of the entrance ramp, stands Jessie Williams, Joanna at his side.
“I thought I told you to take this thing down, Jessica.”
Jessie gives Joanna a side eye at the apparently new nickname as he approaches the ring, slowly climbing up the ring steps and keeping his eyes peeled.
“Surprised to see you’re out in the light.”
Tenchu doesn’t respond for a moment before striking a battle stance.
“There is a time and place for stealth. That time has passed.”
The younger Williams looks at Tenchu in confusion for a moment before realizing just what’s happened.
“So you’ve decided the best way to combat a threat you can’t sneak up on is by forcing them to fight face to face in a place of your choosing… I’ll have to keep that in mind.”
Jessie looks out to Joanna, tossing his shotgun to her and turning to face Tenchu, grasping his gauntlet and adjusting it on his hand. Joanna, meanwhile, rolls her eyes.
“Are you gonna listen to the tin can over me?”
The Prince smirks, getting into his boxing stance.
“Just this once. You want me to take him down, right?”
As Jessie and Tenchu stare one another down the match is set to begin!
JESSIE WILLIAMS vs. TENCHU
Weeks of issues between Jessie Williams and Tenchu come to a head tonight, but how do you make a machine submit?
Both competitors find themselves in a bit of a stand off at the start, as though each is sizing–or scanning–the other to figure out a weak point.
Jessie goes for the first strike as he lunges at the Metal Shadow, who easily evades the Prince before delivering a hard strike to the midsection! Tenchu quickly follows up with a kick that sends Jessie reeling toward the turnbuckle, before charging with full speed!
CLANK!
Jessie dodges it at the last second, using Tenchu’s own momentum against him as the machine collides into the corner post! Steel meets steel, and the resulting noise forces Jessie to cringe as Tenchu turns around…only to be met with a clothesline by the Prince!
Tenchu goes tumbling to the outside, and Jessie follows close behind as he keeps on the attack.
He focuses his energy on keeping the machine down, but try as he might he finds himself unable to keep Tenchu at bay for long when the Metal Shadow dodges a punch before slamming the Prince down hard onto the floor!
Kodokushi is now fully in control here, unleashing some hard strikes on Jessie before lifting him back to his feet…only to send him into the steel steps with a thud!
Jessie is down but not out as he gets to his feet, looking to square up with Tenchu…but he’s gone!
The robot has pulled off a masterful disappearing act, much to Jessie’s chagrin as he looks around…only to be blindsided with a high jump kick by Tenchu!
Jessie falls back down to the floor as Tenchu grabs his arm, wrenching it as he targets the Boomstick.
He’s trying to tear it clean off Jessie’s arm! Jessie is yelling in pain as Tenchu starts pulling…but the Prince is eventually able to slip out of Tenchu’s grip!
Jessie’s back to his feet as Tenchu turns around!
BOOMSTICK!
BUT TENCHU DOESN’T GO DOWN EASY!
Jessie goes for another Boomstick, but Tenchu dodges this time!
HIDDEN BLADE!
JESSIE JUST GOT WRECKED BY THAT KNEE TO THE HEAD!
Jessie doesn’t even get a chance to fall back down as Tenchu grabs him, throwing him back into the ring! He looks ready to bring this fight to an end!
Tenchu slides in behind the Prince, going right back on the arm as he tries to force Jessie to either submit or risk losing the Boomstick!
The machine wrenches that arm as Jessie winces in pain, trying his best to build to a vertical base and free his arm from the hold…which he finally does!
ONE MORE BOOMSTICK FOR THE ROAD!
Tenchu is finally down on the canvas as Jessie locks in a bodyscissors dragon clutch!
MILLENNIUM SOUL!
AND HE’S TRYING TO DISMANTLE TENCHU IN THE PROCESS!
Tenchu is trying his best to break free of the hold…but Jessie’s using the amped power of his Boomstick to work overtime!
Tenchu’s got no choice now, as he verbally submits!
Jessie finally manages to get one over on Tenchu as he picks up the win tonight!
CXDY, SANCTUS BELLATOR, NIGEL ROYAL, & THE IMPALER
Previously recorded.
One night before Invasion.
Sanctus Bellator walks through the streets of New York, a watchful eye in the night. Everything is quiet, almost too quiet for Sanctus to be comfortable with.
The Holy Warrior checks the alleys, disturbed by the lack of any life on the street, even at this late hour.
ADAM SMASHER! LARIAT FLOORS SANCTUS FROM THE DARKNESS!
The Impaler has arrived from seemingly out of nowhere, and Nigel Royal isn’t far behind. The Bloodline grabs hold of Sanctus, restraining him in a painful full-nelson as Impaler chuckles!
“I told you, Nigel. You keep pushing the advantage. Had we never split up ourselves Sanctus and his companion never would have been able to strike back.”
Royal rolls his eyes, tightening the hold as Bellator yells in pain.
“Whatever you say, Impaler. Now, do what you came here to do.”
Impaler’s smirk is almost bone chilling as he grabs Sanctus’ mask! The Legion digs his fingers into the eye holes, gripping the gold-lined cloth with disdain as Bellator fights futilely to escape!
“I told you, Bellator. You don’t deserve this mask. Once I snatch it from you, then the world shall see how pathetic you truly are. And like dominoes, CXDY will lose faith. We both win, don’t we, Nigel? The perfect little end goal.”
Royal nods, kneeing Bellator in the back as Impaler tries to remove the mask.
YOUR! FORETOLD! DESTINY! SHADES OF THE SAVIOR!
CXDY IS ON THE SCENE AND A LEAPING ROUNDHOUSE HAS LAID OUT IMPALER!
Royal lets go of Bellator, backing away as CXDY helps Sanctus back to his feet. Both men stare Nigel down as he runs away! But Bellator stops CXDY from pursuing him, pulling him back.
“Let him go, CXDY. We’ll get to him later. But for now, we have another to worry about.”
However, as Bellator turns back to Impaler, he looks on in shock to see the Legion gone! Disappeared into thin air! CXDY looks down at where Impaler was before shaking his head.
“Yeah, I suppose we’ll get them later. You okay?”
Sanctus nods, both men looking on in confusion at where Impaler once was.
Cut.
SANCTUS BELLATOR & CXDY vs. NIGEL ROYAL & THE IMPALER
Royal and CXDY have beef, but can Sanctus Bellator direct The Gold Standard to take revenge in the right way but The Impaler lurks to try and destroy the faith of The Templar.
Nigel Royal and The Impaler are already in the ring, CXDY charges from the back and slides into the ring, Bellator lagging behind because The Gold Standard can’t get in that ring quick enough. CXDY slides into the ring and starts taking it to both opponents. Lefts and rights all over the house…
BIG IN JAPAN!!!
Down goes The Impaler.
540 ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!!
NIGEL ROYAL JUST GOT HIS FORETOLD DESTINY!!!!
The Gold Standard is super-fucking-charged! He’s on the top rope…
CARPE ONMNIA!!!
DOUBLE FOOT STO-
DENIED!!!!
ADAM SMASHER!!!!
THE IMPALER FLATTENS CXDY MID-AIR!!!
Nigel Royal is back on his feet and he sends The Impaler to the corner, despite The Dread Pirate doing the work so far. The Bloodline wants his prize all to himself.
STIFF KICK TO THE RIBS!!!
CXDY flops onto his back, Royal circles around him, soaking in the heat of the crowd, then drops a precise elbow into the chest on The Gold Standard. A nonchalant cover…
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE?
NO!!! Royal pulls CXDY up by the hair to break the count.
The Bloodline drags CXDY back to his feet, a slicing chop to the chest, then he shoulders rushes The Gold Standard into a corner and tags in The Impaler. From the opposite side Sanctus is supporting his partner enthusiastically, but The Impaler’s reply is to drive an elbow into CXDY’s face, his eyes fixed on The Templar.
Legion tosses a taunt at Sanctus then charges CXDY, turning him inside out with a corner clothesline. Royal is tagged back in. There is no let-up from the aristocrat, reverse headlocking CXDY, he drills The Standard with a snap suplex. Royal points to the top rope and gestures it’s time to finish this. The Bloodline climbs the turnbuckle but CXDY is crawling towards his corner, desperate for a tag.
SANCTUS HAS AN ARM STRETCHED FOR THE TAG!!!
CXDY leaps for the hand….
BUT ROYAL DRAGS THE GOLD STANDARD AWAY BY THE LEG!!!
ONE BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX…
AND THREE MORE!!!!
THE ROYAL FLUSH!!!!
AND THE LEG HOOKED FOR….
ONE!
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TWO!
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SHOULDER UP!!!!
The Gold Standard isn’t quitting yet.
AND SANCTUS IN TO TRY AND ASSIST HIS PARTNER!!!
THAT’S AN INVITATION FOR THE IMPALER TO JOIN THE FRAY!!!
HURRICANRANA FROM SANCTUS TO LEGION!!!
THE IMPALER ROLLS OUT OF THE RING!!!
SANCTUS SLINGSHOT BODY PRESS TO THE OUTSIDE!!!!
The distraction has given CXDY precious recovery time and as Royal tries to pull him up, the Gold Standard counters with a back body drop. Royal is quickly back to his feet but so too is CXDY!!!
STRIKE FLURRY!!!!
ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!!!
LEG DROP!!!!
THE PERFECT RUSH!!!
CXDY covers…
ONE!
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TWO!!!
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THREE-
NO!!!
THE REFEREE IS DRAGGED OUT OF THE RING!!!
The Impaler has turned the tables on Sanctus outside the ring. Legion climbs onto the ring apron…
BUT HE’S CONFRONTED BY CXDY!!!
The Dread Pirate ducks the swinging arm though and hangman’s CXDY on the top rope. Nigel Royal with a school boy from behind…
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!!!
CXDY and Royal get to their feet, charge and…
SIMULTANEOUS CLOTHESLINE!!!
Both men are down, it’s a race to get the tag in their respective corners.
SIMULTANEOUS TAG!!!
Bellator and The Impaler run at each other.
BIG BOOT FROM LEGION!!!
BELLATOR DUCKS!!!
BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES!!!!
LA MISTICA!!!
THE IMPALER IS TOUCHED BY THE ARM OF GOD!!!!
Sanctus wrenches the armbar. The Impaler is burning with pain…
WILL HE TAP?
HIS ARM HIS UP…
NO!!!
ROYAL BOOTS SANCTUS IN THE FACE!!!!
Now CXDY comes into the ring, but he’s cut off by the referee. The Gold Standard is trying to get to The Bloodline but the official is preventing him from doing so. Behind the ref’s back, The Impaler has his favourite ball-peen hammer.
HAMMER SHOT!!!!
TO ROYAL!!!!
SANCTUS DUCKED AND LEGION NAILED HIS PARTNER!!!
LA MISTICA!!!!
Trapped, with no assistance, The Impaler is forced to submit to the higher power and he taps out.
Sanctus Bellator and CXDY claim a righteous victory over their rivals!
MORDECAI & LUKE STORM
Backstage in the Slaughterhouse, Hollywood Luke Storm is preparing for his match later tonight.
“Luke.”
Mordecai appears in the room, seemingly from nowhere. Luke is caught slightly off guard.
“What do you want?” he barks.
“Did you think about what I said the last time we spoke?” Mordecai asks.
Luke rubs his chin.
“I did, and I decline your offer. I don’t see what is in it for me to agree.”
Mordecai gets angrier than we’ve seen him until now.
“You don’t see!?” he almost shouts.
“Luke, let me explain. You brought me here to end the Sandman. As the yin to his yang. To do so you tethered the very soul of your being to me. This gave me the ability to set foot in this world. An ability that was driven by you, and the good intent you had.”
Mordecai steps closer.
“But your good intent is no longer there. I can feel the tether changing, Luke.”
“And what has that got to do with me?” Luke shrugs. “You can go back to where you came from if you don’t like it.”
“Unfortunately not,” sighs Mordecai. “This tether keeps me here. But we are no longer the yin to Sandman’s yang, Luke. The change in you feeds into me through our bond. Your darkness is passing on to me too. Soon we will be just another yang in the story. The Sandman could end up with a partner rather than a foil. And you, Luke…?”
Luke listens closely.
“You’ll end up just like Sandy Rogers did. Old, decrepit and reliant on me to find you life force to survive. You’ll soon end up six feet under, just like he did.”
Luke looks shocked.
“You’re lying. You just want your own way.”
“Maybe,” retorts Mordecai. “But is that something you want to risk? Is it something Scarlett would want you to risk?”
Luke backs off.
“You must feel the change too Luke. Don’t be stupid. Agree to untether.”
Now given food for thought for the first time, Luke weighs up everything in his mind.
“Okay. You got it. But not until after our match tonight. Then I’ll do it. Then I’ll untether.”
Cut.
DARKLORD vs. BANZAN
Can faith trump DNA when it comes to hardiness and determination!?
DING, DING, DING!
Both behemoths charge into each other – no fucking around, just two big bastards slapping meat!
Right hand by Darklord!
Right hand by Banzan!
These guys are throwin’ BOMBS!
The Darkness’ influence, the threat of Darklord, and the stipulation have all contributed to Banzan fighting much more aggressively than he once did!
Banzan has the lower center of gravity, but The God King’s superior physiology gives him the edge—
Overpowering the monk, Darklord shoves him into the corner. He charges in…
KNEEL!?
BANZAN EVADES THE SPARTA KICK!
Darklord turns round—
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR… TIGER CLAW!
DENIED!
DARKLORD BLOCKS THE FINALE OF THE FIVE-POINT PALM STRIKE!
KNEEL – THE SPARTA KICK!
Banzan is sent reeling into the ropes. They bounce him back—
GOOZLE!
DARKLORD HAS HIM BY THE THROAT!
WARLORD’S HA—
BANZAN GRABS THE CARTHIAN BY HIS MASK!
BLOCKING THE CHOKESLAM, HE PULLS THEM BOTH BACKWARDS – OVER THE TOP ROPE!
The superheavyweights land in an almighty pile.
ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…
Darklord forces himself up – as does Banzan!
RUNNING HIP ATTACK INTO THE STEEL STAIRS!
Indestructible Mountain pancakes Darklord’s skull against the steps.
ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…
Carthic Incarnum pulls himself up on the barricade. Banzan grabs him—
DARKLORD SHATTERS A WOODEN CHAIR OVER HIS SKULL!
Splinters litter the ringside, likely embedded in Banzan’s scalp. He hits the deck.
ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN…
Digging deep, the spiritualist rises.
Darklord grabs hold of Banzan’s topknot and throws him over the barrier, tearing out a fistful of hair! He hops the railing himself, causing the crowd to scatter in fear. He yanks Banzan to his feet.
BANZAN WITH THE GO-BEHIND—
DUKKHA – SAITO SUPLEX ONTO THE COLD, HARD CONCRETE!
SUFFERING EXISTS, AND BOY DOES DARKLORD KNOW IT!
ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EI—
The extraterrestrial somehow stands under his own power.
Banzan leads him up the stone bleachers, sending more spectators fleeing. Good lord, what does he have in mind!?
Standing in the top row of seating, he grabs a waistlock—
DUKK—NO!
DARKLORD SANDBAGS THE SECOND SAITO SUPLEX!
Elbow, elbow, backwards headbutt!
HE SMASHES BANZAN’S HEAD OFF A STEEL HANDRAIL!
GOOZLE – DEAR GOD, NO…
NO!
CHOKESLAAAM!
WARLORD’S HAND DOWN THE BLEACHERS!
BANZAN THUDS DOWN THE STONE STEPS, ONE AFTER ANOTHER!
THIS MAN COULD BE PARALYSED!
ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE…
TEN!?
NO!
RUNNING ON ADRENALINE, HE STANDS UP TO BREAK THE COUNT, THEN FALLS TO HIS KNEES!
DARKLORD CAN’T BELIEVE IT!
Sizing Banzan up, he… CHARGES!?
DARKLORD IS THUNDERING DOWN THE STEPS!
HE’S LOOKING FOR A PLANET-SIZED SPARTA KICK!
KNEEEEEE—
BACK BODY DROP!
BANZAN SENDS HIM CRASHING OVER THE BARRIER!
Knowing that won’t be enough, the monk eases himself over. He tears the ring skirt back…
HE RETRIEVES A TABLE!
AXE HANDLE ACROSS THE BACK!
Darklord assumes control. Snatching the table, he sets it up, then hoists the 343-pound Banzan with ease…
BLACK HOLE POWERBOMB!
NOT TODAY!
BANZAN DROPS DOWN—
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE – TIGER CLAW!
The five-point palm strike stuns Darklord, allowing Banzan to climb onto the apron…
CRUNCH – SENTON SPLASH THROUGH THE TABLE!
ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT…
Both competitors stir…
NINE…
TE—THEY’RE UP!
… Only to fall back down!
Banzan rouses from his slumber. Diving under the ring, he proceeds to bury Darklord under a pile of anything he can by-God find: chairs, tables, baking trays, trash cans – The God King is soon under a throne of debris!
ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE…
TEN!
Banzan death-stars Darklord!
ALBERT SHAW, VOYNICH & THE SANDMAN
Somewhere Else
The discarded carcasses of many a beast lie out the back of the Slaughterhouse. A foul stench befitting an equally as foul backdrop. But it is here that we find a scuffle breaking out. The sounds of a struggle and Albert Shaw comes reeling into view, toppling over backwards as if he had just been knocked to the ground.
He lands with his back resting up against a slab of old meat, holding his hands up.
“Wait, just wait… You have to understand it was nothing personal.”
His assailant comes into view. Voynich. A revolver raised and pointed right at the forehead of Shaw.
“I’m sure it wasn’t. You did what you had to do for the gold. I’ll do the same.”
He draws close, not letting Shaw out of his sights.
“A funny thing it is, to come so close to death. It really gives you a little perspective. You tried to snuff the life out of me, you prick. I’m just returning the favor.”
Albert pleads with him again, but not out of fear. There’s no wide-eyed look of somebody facing their maker in him, but a look of confidence.
“That’s exactly what he wants. You’ve let him in your head mate.”
That creates but a moment’s hesitation in Voynich. Enough of a window for Shaw to disarm him and send the revolver skidding across the yard.
Shaw pushes himself to his feet, dusting himself off and picking up the OSW Championship belt that had fallen to the ground in amongst the carcasses.
“This is the prize, but you won’t win it that way mate. You want this, come and get it in the bloody ring.”
With that, he clocks Voynich about the head with the championship belt. Voynich drops like a sack of potatoes, leaving Shaw standing over him.
“And that is for pointing a fucking gun at my head. I guess we’re even then.”
Alby walks off, heading for the doors of the Slaughterhouse. As he does, a figure emerges from the shadows, crouching over the fallen Voynich.
“Wake up, you fool.”
Voynich opens his eyes to look directly into the eyes of the Sandman.
“You’re weak. I suspected you’d never be strong enough to go through with it. All you’ve succeeded in doing is stacking the decks against yourself.”
And just like that, the Sandman fades away into the night, leaving Voynich very much alone and wondering what the hell is going to happen inside that ring tonight.
Cut.
TWO-FACE, SIMON, PYRE, & ZERO
Backstage, Simon and Two-Face are discussing strategy when suddenly they’re interrupted.
“You’ve got our attention, now give us back our belts or you’ll see why you don’t want it.”
It’s Pyre!
Zero is standing behind her with a gas can.
Simon responds.
“Forget it queen, everyone knows when you take your eye off a piece in chess, someone is bound to take it. You treated these belts like pawns and they got quickly snatched up. If you want them back, you have to do your own move for them.”
Pyre laughs and responds.
“If we’re talking about chess, you should know that the winner is always three steps ahead. Why do you think Zero has the gas can?”
Zero opens the lid and splashes it on Faces of Reason, they’re covered in gasoline!
Pyre snaps her fingers and flames are radiating off her palms. She speaks again.
“You know what I’m willing to do so if you don’t want to light up like a Christmas tree and make everyone notice you, now’s the time to give us back what is ours.”
Faces of Reason shake both their heads.
Pyre and Zero nod and Pyre looks like she is ready to torch both of them!
Two-Face gulps, full of fear after his experience with fire in the past.
She gets close enough to touch them but Two-Face makes a rash decision and blasts her with her own title!
Simon sees what he has to do and blasts Zero with his!
The champs are down and out and Faces of Reason are running away!
Once they get somewhere safe, Simon speaks to Two-Face.
“Check, we have their attention, now it’s undivided. Ready to make it checkmate and get these belts for real?”
Two-Face nods and speaks.
“Indeed, it’s time to make sure we go from working to get their attention to making sure they never forget us.”
Simon smiles and nods.
He fully agrees.
Cut.
MORDECAI vs. HOLLYWOOD LUKE STORM ©
In Hollywood all Luke Storm’s dreams came true, which means he has no use for The Gatekeper of Dreams. A deal has gone sour and now both these men are willing to go their separate ways but not before one is forced to submit to the other inside The Slaughterhouse.
Hollywood is strutting around the ring like Mick Jagger at the carnival, the ire of the betrayed Slaughterhouse faithful raining down on him. The shower may bounce off him like he’s made of plastic but the force of Mordecai doesn’t as he mows down the Double Features Champion with a running clothesline. Storm gets back to his feet quickly but The Gatekeeper quickly forms a shadow over the movie star wannabe and a stiff headbutt sends Storm back into a corner.
Slicing chops to the chest from Mordecai, near half a dozen and Storm is buckled over, sucking in air desperately. But no let up from the Dreamer Master, lifting Storm against the turnbuckle and dropping an open hand strike to the chest that impacts like a shell in a pasture field!
HOLLYWOOD BAILS OUT!!!
Storm escapes outside the ring in search of a breather but there’s no let up from Mordecai he’s in pursuit. The Gatekeeper grabs Storm from behind.
EYE POKE!!!!
From Storm gives him an opening.
LIGHTNING STRIKE!!!!
Hollywood drops Mordecai outside the ring. The bMf heads around to the timekeeper and practically pulls the chair from underneath him. Storm folds the chair and heads back to Mordecai, lining up the Dream Master’s throat…A DOWNWARD THRUST!!! But Mordecai rolls away. As Mordecai gets to his feet, Storm swings the chair…
BIG BOOT!!!
MORDECAI PUTS FOOT TO STEEL TO LUKE STORM’S CRANIUM!!!
As Storm gets groggily back to a vertical base, blood is seen streaked down his face.
REALITY CHECK!!!
RUNNING CESARO UPPERCUT!!!
Storm drops to his knees but Mordecai hoists him back up.
MYOCLONIC TWITCH!!!
ONTO THE DAMN CONCRETE!!!!
HOLLYWOOD LUKE STORM HAS GONE STRAIGHT TO VIDEO!!!!
Mordecai peels the Double Feature champion off the cold hardstanding and rolls him back into the ring. The Gatekeeper of Dreams has Storm at his disposal like a ball of putty and his designs are the stuff of nightmares. Mordecai towers over Storm and grabs him from behind.
SWEET DREAMS!!!
SWINGING COBRA CLUTCH!!!
COUNTERED!!!
MULE KICK BY HOLLYWOOD!!!
INTO A CODEBREAKER!!!!
Storm gets to his feet, hits the ropes…
ATOMIC LEG DROP!!!!
Storm grabs Mordecai’s legs and tries to apply a Boston Crab but he can’t turn the bigger man, instead focussing on a kneebar, Storm cranks the knee of the Gatekeeper of Dreams!
Mordecai is feeling the burn, even if he isn’t of this realm, he can feel it’s pain! But he has a big reach does Mordecai and he manages to reach out and grab the bottom rope. Storm is quickly up, stomping hard on the same knee.
BUT MORDECAI COUNTERS!!!
DROP TOE HOLD!!!
ANKLE LOCK!!!!
MORDECAI IS TRYING TO TWIST HOLLYWOOD’S ANKLE LIKE A PEPPER GRINDER!!!
Storm’s turn now to feel the pain. He’s up on both arms is the Double Feature champion. Trying to inch his way towards a ropebreak, but Mordecai grapevines the submission hold!!!!
STORM HAS NOWHERE TO GO!!!
HE HAS TO TAP IT!!!
🎵🎵🎵
The sound of the well-known hook of “Bad To The Bone” blasts through The Slaughterhouse. Mordecai releases Storm and gets to his feet, anticipating the intervention of Hollywood’s running dogs. But no-one appears at the top of the entrance way. Mordecai turns back to his opponent.
GALE FORCE!!!
THE STUNNER FLATTENS MORDECAI!!!
This would be over under normal circumstances but Storm knows he needs Mordecai to submit. He wraps his arms around the throat of the Gatekeeper, he’s trying to put him to sleep!!! Mordecai pushes off the canvas, he’s trying to power out of the hold. Storm has it locked in good though and soon The Gatekeeper is fading fast. He goes still.
The official steps in and lifts Mordecai’s right arm. He let’s it fall.
ONE!
Again that right arm goes up and the official releases.
TWO!
As the arm drops lifelessly. Once more and Storm has won.
The official lifts the arm, he holds it up with a sense of the theatrics of the moment. Storm barks at him. The official releases the arm of Mordecai and it falls.
THREE-
WAIT A DAMN SECOND!!!
THE ARM HOLDS AN INCH OFF THE MAT!!!
AND THRUSTS INTO THE AIR!!!
Mordecai is powering up to his feet, Storm is trying to maintain the hold but he can’t. Mordecai drags Hollywood across his shoulders…
NO ARMS SPINNING BACKBREAKER RACK!!!!
STORM IS FLAILING AROUND LIKE A STRAW DOLL!!!!
But Mordecai isn’t interested in this submission, throwing Storm into the air…
REALITY CHECK!!!
INTO SWEET DREAMS!!!!
NO!!!
COUNTERED!!!
GALE FORCE!!!!
Storm locks in a kimura and Mordecai has no choice here but to tap out or risk losing his arm!
Storm severs the tether with the Gatekeeper but is this the end of this story?
LUKE STORM
You can smell it.
It tickles your nostrils in a disturbing kind of way. It isn’t pleasant, yet there’s something familiar about it.
The halls of The Slaughterhouse suddenly become rife with that stench, that unmistakable odour. Everyone back there has smelt it before, which is why it’s so familiar.
We whisk through the halls, following those backstage hunting for the cause. They know exactly what they’re going to find when they come across it; it’s just a matter of time, in fact.
Then they do.
With smoke still pouring off the body, a charred corpse resides in the boiler room of The Slaughterhouse for all to see. Members of staff look disgusted as they happen upon it, musing to themselves about the cause.
“This has to be her,” one says angrily.
“Who else could it be?” Another replies.
“But why? She has everything she needs in bMf. This is an extreme way of getting attention, isn’t it?” Someone else chimes in.
Just then, mere moments after his match – hot, sweaty, and curious, Luke Storm appears alongside them.
He looks at the corpse, his eyebrows raised.
Everyone else falls deathly silent.
“You think Pyre did this?” He asks, tilting his head.
No-one says a word.
“If she did, it might be a good idea to stay the fuck out of her way,” he says with an evil smirk. “Or you might be next.”
Gulp.
“And if she didn’t, accusing her of doing so may just burn this shithole to the fuckin’ ground,” he continues.
Storm rises, chuckling to himself.
“Either way, I’m glad I’m with her, not against her. Do you know what I mean?”
Cut.
NIGEL ROYAL & ALBERT SHAW
Backstage.
As Albert Shaw sits in his locker room, OSW World Championship sat comfortably on the bench next to him – he begins wrapping his hands in his trademark white tape.
Just then, the door swings open and in walks Nigel Royal.
“Albert,” he says stoically. Shaw stands to greet him, whipping the title off the bench and slapping it on his shoulder. That makes Royal chuckle. “Whoa boy, relax. I haven’t come to fight.”
“Then what do you want?” Albie queries with intensity. He’s not taking any shit.
“I thought that after I ensured you won the OSW World Championship that we might be on better terms; after all, I’ve become a father now and-”
“You’ve become a father?” Shaw interrupts with a raised eyebrow.
Royal nods proudly.
“It has changed my perspective, let’s put it that way. We were such a good team, you and I, that I’ve come to make you an offer that you simply cannot refuse.”
Shaw rolls his eyes, sitting back down.
“You and I, HMP – fighting against Bad Mother Fuckers for the Tag Team Championships. Tell me that doesn’t sound appealing, Albert?” Nigel tries to say convincingly. “How could you possibly refuse?”
“Easily,” Albie scoffs. “Fuck off.”
Something changes in Royal.
His entirely body language shifts from friendly and approachable to vile and angry. There’s an aura; a sense of rage.
His tone shifts with it.
“I told you this was an offer you cannot refuse,” he says sternly, angrily, through gritted teeth. “And you won’t. I’m going to give you one month until Warped to change your mind. You’re going to either work with me, or for me, Shaw.”
The OSW Champion stands up again, realizing the shift in tone and gets in Royal’s face.
“If you’re gonna take a shot at the Guv’nor mate, you better not fuckin’ miss,” he growls.”
The Spitfire chuckles, stepping backwards with a knowing nod.
Cut.
FACES OF REASON vs. BAD MOTHER FUCKERS ©
Two months ago Bad Mother Fuckers took the tag team championship in an amazing ladder match, now Faces of Reason have another shot at the gold. Can they deliver a harsh blow to BMF or will they once again fall at the feet of the baddest mother fuckers around?
The bell sounds as Simon and Zero begin for their respective teams, Simon rushing forward before Zero can react
LOW DROPICK! Zero’s face slams into the mat as Simon rolls down, trying to immediately pick the leg and lock in the Checkmate but he gets kicked off before the first rotation.
Zero tries to get to his feet but gets pummeled with rights and lefts by Simon as he gets to one knee. Simon lifts him up to his feet, whipping him into the ropes
KNEE TO THE BACK BY TWO-FACE
Zero staggers out from the ropes holding his back in pain right into a kick to the gut,
SIMON PLEX! Simon bridges back for the pinfall
ONE
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TW…ZERO GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Simon pulls Zero up again, throwing him into the corner with a hard Biel Toss before tagging in Two-Face.
Both men whip Zero into the ropes, grabbing him on the rebound and slamming him into the mat with a double Hip Toss. Zero staggers back up to his feet as Two-Face delivers multiple forearms to the face before wrapping his leg around the back of Zero’s neck
FLIP THE…
ZERO SLIPS OUT, BIONIC CLOTHESLINE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Two-Face crumples to the mat as Zero leaps forward, tagging in Pyre who rushes in like a house on fire, peppering Two-Face with hard kicks before springboarding off the ropes
ROUNDHOUSE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Two-Face is dazed but not down but that all changes as Pyre grabs him in a headlock
SPIKE DDT! That may be it here as the Killer Queen drops down for the cover
ONE…
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TWO
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KICKOUT!
Two-Face just gets the shoulder up but he’s drilled with another hard kick to the side of the head before Pyre tags back out to Zero.
The Bad Mother Fuckers drill Two-Face with double knees to the jaw before Zero snaps him down to the mat with a hard neckbreaker.
Pyre climbs onto the apron, only grabbing the tag rope long enough for Zero to tag back out as he runs to the other side of the ropes right as Two-Face staggers up right into Pyre
FIREBALL TO THE FACE!
Two-Face is in pain, staggering around right into the onrushing Zero, FIREARM! Two-Face is out on his feet as he’s spun around
SNAP DRAGON! Pyre keeps the suplex bridged back for the cover
ONE…
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TWO
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COULD THIS BE IT
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NO! TWO-FACE JUST KICKS OUT!
Two-Face tries to drag himself to Simon who’s begging for the tag but Pyre barely lets him get a few inches before dragging him back to her corner. She tags back out to Zero as the two pepper Two-Face with heavy lefts and rights before lifting him up high
DOUBLE SNAP BRAINBUSTER! The Bad Mother Fuckers really working over the skull of Two-Face here as Zero lifts Two-Face almost effortlessly up off the mat with a hand around his throat
BIONIC CHOKESLAM…INTO THE BACKSTABBER!
BAD TO THE MOTHER FUCKING BONE!
Two-Face landed neck first on Pyre’s knees there as this well could be it, Zero hooking both legs for the cover
ONE…
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TWO
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COULD THIS BE IT
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THREE……?
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FOOT ON THE ROPE! 2.99999
Two-Face gets the foot on the rope just in time, saving the match here but he’s in bad shape and has to tag out. But will the Bad Mother Fuckers let him?
Zero tries to pull Two-Face up to his feet
COCK PUNCH! RIGHT IN THE 1’s AND 0’s!
Two-Face rushes forward, tagging in Simon who’s like a house on fire but Pyre has the referee distracted trying to get in herself. The referee turns around and yells at Simon to get back on the apron, having not seen him tag in.
Simon’s arguing with the referee as the Bad Mother Fuckers begin kicking the shit out of the prone Two-Face before pulling him back up to his feet
BIONIC CLOTHESLINE/LEG SWEEP!
FIRE AND ICE!
Pyre tags back in before she drops down for the cover
ONE…
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TWO
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COULD THIS BE IT
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THREE……?
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SIMON BREAKS IT UP!
The referee orders a reluctant Simon back into his corner as Zero rolls into the ring, steel chair in hand as Pyre pulls Two-Face up for the shot.
TWO-FACE SLIPS OUT and ZERO NAILS PYRE!
Two-Face crawls to his corner but Zero grabs him by one leg, holding him back
ENZIGURI!
Zero gets dropped to the mat as Two-Face leaps forward, finally tagging in Simon!
The Taskmaster rushes into the ring,
CATALAN OPENING TO ZERO! Massive running knee to the face drills Zero, Pyre rolling back into the ring as she tries to throw a fireball into his face but Simon ducks under.
CUNT PUNCH! Simon goes low before grabbing her and delivering a snap SIMON PLEX! But he can’t cover as Zero’s back up and both Bad Mother Fuckers pound down upon the prone Simon.
Two-Face rushes in, breaking up the two on one attack as he delivers hard strikes to Pyre, backing her into the ropes before delivering a hard dropkick that sends her tumbling to the floor below.
Bad Mother Fuckers finish:
Two-Face turns around
KICK TO THE FACE
PUNK CITY KILLER!!
He spins Simon around but The Taskmaster catches the leg
CHECKMATE! Simon has the figure four locked in tight as Zero furiously taps out on the mat! WE HAVE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
…..BUT THE REFEREE AIN’T CALLING FOR THE BELL!
Simon’s confused as the referee tells him Zero isn’t the legal participant, Simon frustrated as he doesn’t notice across the ring Pyre climbing up to the top rope
The Killer Queen springboards across the ring as Simon turns around
DANCING FLAMES!
Simon collapses to the mat from that huge stunner as Pyre hooks both legs for the cover
ONE…
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TWO
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COULD THIS BE IT
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THREE……?
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THREE!!!! BAD MOTHER FUCKERS RETAIN THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!
The Bad Mother Fuckers reign supreme here tonight, retaining their tag titles once more in a hard fought, rule bending contest against the Faces of Reason.
DEATHNOTE AND CORVUS
Corvus is seen in the backstage area. He seems to be stalking someone, a shadowy figure with an imposing build. As Corvus moves closer, we can see that it’s Deathnote.
The Crow quickly unsheathes his blade , grabbing Deathnote from behind and slamming him into the wall, and puts the blade to his rival’s throat.
But something isn’t right here.
Corvus removes his blade and pulls the mask of to reveal it was one of the followers he had seen a few weeks prior. A cackle is heard in the distance as the grim façade of Deathnote approaches, clapping.
“Losing your taste for blood? I figured after you betrayed me, and stalked me from the shadows, and chose to strangle me last week, you’ve lost that bloodlust. Became afraid of the messy side of death.”
Corvus glares at Deathnote. The Author of Death looks at his follower as Corvus glares at him.
“Death means nothing to you, does it? I’ve watched as you’ve lead person after person to their meaningless death. No purpose, no drive. Just death for death’s sake…”
“Don’t you talk to me about the meaning behind death. You betrayed that when you betrayed me. We were a confluence, you and I. Two rivers of death meeting for a mutual goal and you turned your back on me the first chance you got.”
“Only one can be World Champion, Deathnote! Only one can claim that prize. You were blinded to the true mission at Up in Smoke, inside the Gas Chamber. Don’t put your lack of focus on me!”
Deathnote grabs Corvus by the throat, slamming him into the wall.
“Death is the goal, every person marches toward it. Day after day, you all move closer to that day! And when it’s all over, no championship matters in the end. Nothing matters. I thought you understood that, but I was wrong.”
“I’ll show you what matters tonight, Deathnote. We will see whose ideals of death reigns supreme.”
With that Corvus walks away as Deathnote looks on, an evil grin forming across his face.
Cut
CORVUS vs. DEATHNOTE ©
The Crow and the God. Creeping Death has fully imploded, and now, we must see if Corvus will be able to overcome the Author of Death itself.
The match begins and Corvus stalks around the ring, doing everything he can to stay out of Deathnote’s reach! But Deathnote won’t have any of it as he fakes a left and lays into Corvus with a big right hand!
HEADBUTT ACROSS THE BRIDGE OF THE NOSE!
Corvus is rocked and Deathnote lays into him with a powerful combination of rights and lefts that knocks Corvus silly! He whips the Crow across the ring and catches him with a clothesline that turns him inside out!
Deathnote looms over Corvus with brutal thoughts on his mind! He grabs hold of Corvus by his face and effortlessly hauls him off the ground and onto his shoulders!
GATHER THEY SOUL! GTS!
NO! CORVUS NARROWLY DODGES THE KNEE STRIKE!
BLACK HAND’S BLADE! RKO! RKO!
Corvus’ hits his finish out of nowhere and covers Deathnote!
ONE!
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TWO!
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NO! DEATHNOTE THROWS CORVUS OFF OF HIMSELF WITH TERRIFYING FORCE!
The assassin is sent sprawling as Deathnote sits up with anger in his eyes! Corvus is quick to his feet-
BUT DEATHNOTE IS DECEPTIVELY SWIFT AS HE NAILS A BIG BOOT THAT KNOCKS CORVUS RIGHT OVER THE ROPES!
The Crow is already in dire straits as a crimson mask slowly trickles down his face! Deathnote walks almost leisurely to the outside as he continues his assault!
POCKET SAND! CORVUS THROWS A HANDFUL OF BLACK POWDER RIGHT INTO DEATHNOTE’S EYES!
Corvus capitalizes as he lays into a blinded Deathnote with a barrage of kicks!
AND FOLLOWS UP WITH A THROAT THRUST! PALM STRIKE! AND A LEAPING ELBOW RIGHT TO THE JAW! MURDER OF BLOWS!
But The Black Hand is far from done as he uses the barricade to springboard onto Deathnote’s shoulders, flinging him with a hurricanrana right into the steel steps!
The Author of Death bowls through the steps and lands in a heap on the other side as Corvus slides back into the ring! He takes the time to catch his breath, watching as Deathnote slowly stands, wiping the dust from his eyes and charging back between the ropes!
CORVUS DUCKS A CLOTHESLINE!
CORVUS KICK! THE FLASH KICK- NO!
DEATHNOTE CATCHES THE KICK AND USES THE MOMENTUM TO HEAVE DEATHNOTE ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! GATHER THY SOUL! GTS! GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!
The knee to the temple drops Corvus like a pile of bricks and Deathnote goes for the cover!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
THREE!?
NO! CORVUS HAS A FOOT ON THE ROPES! CORVUS IS STILL IN THIS!
Deathnote angrily yanks Corvus away from the ropes and covers again!
ONE- NO! NOT EVEN A ONE COUNT!
The God of the New World pounds the mat in frustration before mounting Deathnote and using him instead! Massive hammer fists rain down upon Corvus’ face! Each one splatters droplets of blood all over Deathnote in a grisly show of pure brutality!
DOUBLE HAMMER FIST TO THE NOSE! CORVUS HAS TO BE OUT!
Deathnote stands up and brings Corvus with him as he pulls him close!
TURN THE PAGE! SISTER ABIGAIL- NO! CORVUS SLIPS OUT OF THE HOLD! HANGMAN NECKBREAKER TO DEATHNOTE!
Corvus holds onto Deathnote and stands back up!
ANOTHER NECKBREAKER!
ANOTHER!
On the last neckbreaker Corvus holds on for dear life as he forces Deathnote’s head back and applies all the pressure he can to his neck in a desperate chokehold!
DEATHNOTE IS FADING! CORVUS IS REFUSING TO LET GO OF THE HOLD NO MATTER HOW MUCH DEATHNOTE STRUGGLES!
HE’S GOING LIMP!
Deathnote slowly begins to slip out of consciousness! The referee goes to check on him!
EYE RAKE! DEATHNOTE RAKES CORVUS RIGHT ACROSS THE EYES AND MAKES HIM LET GO!
The Author refuses to say die and Corvus rolls away in pain as he grips his bloodied and brutalized face!
Deathnote leaps to his feet and rushes Corvus in anger!
RIGHT INTO A DROP TOE HOLD THAT LANDS DEATHNOTE NECK FIRST ACROSS THE TOP ROPE!
The Author holds onto the rope to steady himself, coughing from behind his mask as Corvus slowly crawls away from him! Neither man wants to give in but how much longer can either one of them last!?
The Hidden Blade shakily gets to a knee as Deathnote pushes off of the ropes and is quick to leap onto Corvus as he grabs him from behind!
SMOKE BOMB! CORVUS DROPS A SMOKE BOMB AND FILLS THE RING!
THE SOUNDS OF FISTS MEETING FLESH ECHO THROUGH THE ARENA!
The smoke slowly clears!
Deathnote stands in the center of the ring, looking everywhere but finding nothing!
CORVUS LEAPS FROM THE SMOKE! BLACK HAND’S BLADE! RKO! A SECOND RKO PLANTS DEATHNOTE INTO THE MAT AS CORVUS COVERS!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
CORVUS HAS IT!
Not even the owner of the notebook can rewrite Corvus’ fate as The Crow walks away from this as thew NEW Rewind Champion!
SASHA WILLIAMS
Static.
Grainy shaky camera footage looking at bushes and shrubbery, clearly from a handheld camera, is how we begin in the middle of the night.
The camera is soon lifted from the ground to an open bedroom window, in which Sasha Williams stands.
Her day has been long and hard.
And she has no idea that she’s being watched.
She begins taking off her clothes, starting with her top, then her bra, then her jeans and her underwear.
Before you know it, she’s naked.
And the camera has it all.
Every inch of her upper body is on display as the person behind the camera breathes heavily.
Those heavy panting-like breaths only stop when she realizes the mistake she’s made. Covering her chest, she quickly closes the blinds and abruptly ends the perverts show.
“She’s so pretty,” a voice says softly. We can almost recognize it, but it’s too faint to pinpoint.
The camera suddenly points downward at the bushes again.
Static.
Cut.
CAEL GABLE vs. CXDY vs. SIGIL vs. VIPER ROBERTS vs. SEESAW vs. KAINE KNIGHTLORD
Had he been born three centuries later, he’d have come up with it while watching these six men plummet from the tops of ladders!Ten-feet, fifteen-feet, twenty-feet; ladders of all different shapes and sizes surround the ring. It’s an orgy of steel!
Dangling above the ring, inside a briefcase, is a contract guaranteeing the InVasion winner an OSW Championship match – anytime, anywhere, within one whole calendar year!
Now, onto the InVaders – and we already know that Israel Grimwolf will no longer be competing…
As the desolate beats of Aviators’ No One Will Save You begins, a ring of fire burns on the stage.
“I burned your world away
Devoured by my conviction”
KAINE KNIGHTLORD rises inside the flames, drenched in red lighting. Walking through hellfire, he approaches the ring with an eerie grace.
Who will be the second InVader!?
The house lights dim, synced to the sound of a THX surround sound test.
“Bow down before the one you serve…”
Nine Inch Nails’ Head Like A Hole precedes the arrival of CXDY, to a massive pop!
THIS MUST BE GRIMWOLF’S REPLACEMENT – AND WHO BETTER!?
Gold lasers and strobe lights accompany The Gold Standard himself, decked out in his spiked leather jacket and shades. He walks with purpose to the ring, where Knightlord waits…
DING, DING, DING!
CXDY drives a knee into the fanged jaws of Knightlord.
These two competitors are starting the match. Another participant enters every 2 minutes. Remember: the match can be won before everyone has entered!
The Beverly Hills resident tosses the undead outside, following suit.
Why waste time? He goes straight for the hardware—
Kaine pounces on CXDY, goring him into the ring steps! He stomps a mudhole in him, then grabs a ladder.
Sliding it under the ropes, he sets it up and climbs…
CXDY, however, scrambles onto the apron—
SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK TO THE LADDER!
The Dark Detective lands on his feet, though.
He and Second to None grab the backs of each other’s heads and exchange rapid right hands!
Knightlord blocks a punch, grabbing the wrist. He pulls CXDY in – ripcord clothesline! Here comes the follow-up Northern lariat… BLOODY STREAM!
DUCKED!
CXDY kicks him and hooks him… Northern lights suplex! He rolls through, deadlifting Kaine into a freakin’ brainbuster! INSTANT REPLAY ONTO THE STEEL LADDER!
The crowd groans as Knightlord’s skull meets metal, compacting his vertebrae. Wait, what’s this!? They count in unison , as a timer appears…
FIVE…
FOUR…
THREE…
The third InVader is inbound!
TWO…
ONE…
“Get me, get me bloody, please get me bloody
You can get down on your knees if you’re naughty”
Blood-red lights and the down-tuned guitars of Poppy’s X announce the arrival of SEESAW!
Kaine recovers, while CXDY braces himself. He’ll never back down from a fight, but Andrew Fish is another kettle of, well, fish…
SeeSaw rushes the ring as rainbow spotlights still roam around the crowd—
CXDY WIELDS THE LADDER!
The Toybox King, however, has something up his sleeve…
SEESAW PULLS OUT MEMORY SLUGGER, HIS BLOODSTAINED BASEBALL-BAT!
A tense standoff ensues, as the fans buzz with anticipation. Which man will draw his proverbial revolver first!?
SEESAW SWINGS—
MEMORY SLUGGER CRACKS OFF OF THE LADDER!
CXDY FIRES BACK—
SEESAW PARRIES!
Hold up—
KAINE KNIGHTLORD IS UP – AND HE’S ARMED WITH HIS BAT-SHAPED, DOUBLE-ENDED BLADE!
All three combatants circle each other, weapons primed…
KNIGHTLORD JABS THE BAT-BLADE AT SEESAW—
IT STICKS MEMORY SLUGGER!
CXDY SWINGS—
HE SENDS MEMORY SLUGGER DOWN MEMORY LANE, DISARMING SEESAW!
GOD’S GIFT RUNS THROUGH BOTH OF THEM WITH THE LADDER!
Winning the duel, CXDY hurriedly props the ladder open and starts climbing…
SeeSaw, however, grabs the bottom rung while flat on his back!
Grinning sadistically at CXDY, he scrambles to his feet—
MR. MAKE BELIEVE TOPPLES THE LADDER!
CXDY FALLS THROAT-FIRST INTO THE ROPES!
The Slaughterhouse crowd winces as CXDY writhes on the mat.
SeeSaw rights the ladder whilst looking up at the briefcase.
FIVE…
Gotta be quick!
FOUR…
Kaine Knightlord is resurrected behind him!
THREE…
Nightscream spins SeeSaw round…
TWO…
PUMPHANDLE BRAINBUSTER INTO THE KNEE – BLOOD DRIVER!
ONE…
InVader four is imminent!
The rousing violin chords of David Garrett’s Smells Like Teen Spirit cover heralds the arrival of CAEL GABLE!
KNIGHTLORD IS RACING UP THE LADDER!
Forgoing his usual elevator entrance—just as well—Cael bolts to the ring through red, white, and blue lighting…
KAINE REACHES FOR THE BRIEFCASE…
HOLY—
GABLE SPRINTS UP THE LADDER!
HE AND KAINE TRADE HANDS!
THE LADDER IS BY GOD A-WOBBLIN’!
THE OLYMPIAN GRAPPLES HIM—
HIP TOSS FROM THE LADDER!
KNIGHTLORD SNAPS INTO THE CANVAS!
THE GOLD MEDALIST HAS THIS IN THE BAG!
HE REACHES FOR THE CASE—
BUT CXDY PULLS HIM DOWN BY HIS ANKLE!
Cael darts behind him, trying for a waistlock…
GERMAN SU—DENIED!
CXDY rocks him with a backwards headbutt, blocking the 10 Karat rolling German suplexes. He spins round—
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, CHOP, ROUNDHOUSE… SINGLE-LEG DROPKICK!
THAT’S THE PERFECT RUSH COMBO!
CXDY jumps to his feet and fist-pumps the air, igniting the audience…
KNIGHTLORD HAS RISEN!
RIPCORD CLOTHESLINE… NORTHERN LARIAT!
THE HELLBAT TAKES CXDY’S HEAD OFF!
The veteran rolls in anguish, nursing his surgically-repaired neck.
As Kaine prepares to feast on the spoils, though…
SEESAW TRAPS HIM IN A HEADLOCK!
He hits the ropes…
LEAPING BULLDOG, FACE-FIRST INTO THE LADDER!
THAT’S THE CATASTROPHIC COLLIDER CACOPHONY!
KNIGHTLORD EATS STEEL – AND IT MAY HAVE BROKEN HIS TEETH!
Kaine slides down the ladder, blood dribbling down his chin, as SeeSaw looks up.
FIVE…
FOUR…
Here comes InVader five!
THREE…
SeeSaw scrambles up the rungs…
TWO…
ONE…
A fire suddenly ignites at the head of the ramp.
“Reach out and touch faith!”
Def Leppard’s Personal Jesus preempts VIPER ROBERTS, who appears from behind the inferno.
SEESAW IS AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER!
Viper can’t get there in time, and Sigil—the final entrant by default—hasn’t even entered the match yet!
THIS IS SEESAW’S FOR THE TAKING!
Wait—
LUKE STORM, PYRE, and ZERO hop the barricades!
WHAT ARE THOSE SONS—AND DAUGHTERS—OF BITCHES DOING HERE!?
BAD MOTHER FUCKERS ARE INVADING THE INVASION MATCH!
Roberts slithers down the ramp, smirking knowingly.
THEY MUST BE WORKING TOGETHER!
THIS IS THE DEAL STRUCK BETWEEN VIPER AND STORM!
Until Sigil arrives, this looks to have turned into an impromptu four versus four match – with ladders!
SEESAW’S FINGERTIPS BRUSH THE CASE…
ZERO GRABS A RINGSIDE LADDER—
HE JAVELINS IT INTO THE RING WITH HIS BIONIC ARM!
LIKE THE SPEAR OF DESTINY, IT’S DRIVEN INTO THE RIBS OF SEESAW, WHO CRASHES TO THE MAT!
HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!
Viper and his apparent allies climb into the ring, soaking in the nuclear reaction of the spectators.
Cael Gable, CXDY, and Kaine Knightlord soldier their way onto their feet, looking at each other, then sizing up their uninvited guests…
Like a well-oiled machine, bMf moves in perfect synchronisation, with no words spoken—
CPU DRIVER TO GABLE!
ZERO HITS THE BURNING HAMMER!
PYRE LEAPFROGS CXDY, RUNNING UP THE TURNBUCKLE—
DANCING FLAMES – THE ECLIPSE!
The top-rope diving corkscrew stunner once again cranks the surgically-repaired neck of CXDY.
Across the ring, Storm makes a crucifix with his hands, taunting Kaine. He dashes forwards—
LIGHTNING STRIKES!
NO – THE WEATHER FORECAST WAS WRONG!
KNIGHTLORD GRABS LUKE’S FOOT AND SPINS HIM ROUND!
HE HOOKS THE ARMS—
NIGHT RAID KILLSWITCH!?
NO!
Zero and Pyre come to Storm’s aid, subduing The Shadow Bat. They feed him into The Blockbuster—
DOWNPOUR!
THE CODEBREAKER FLOORS KAINE!
Bad Mother Fuckers stand over their foes, having ruined this match! They throw the InVaders to the floor, climbing through the ropes to continue the punishment.
Rubbing his hands in the ring, Viper strokes the ladder, looking up at the case with his greedy eyes. He licks his lips, and I could swear that the bastard has a forked tongue!
COME ON, NOT LIKE THIS!
SOMEBODY STOP THIS TRAVESTY!
FIVE…
FOUR…
YES, THANK GOD, YES!
I NEVER THOUGHT I’D BE SAYING THAT WHEN TALKING ABOUT SIGIL!
THREE…
TWO…
ROBERTS IS CLIMBING!
ONE…
“Now you’re a ghost in the light
With a purpose we
Know inside our hearts”
The dreamy vocals to Aviator’s Monumental echo throughout the darkened Slaughterhouse, as a plethora of portals illuminates their surroundings in a ghostly light, each of them showing a glimpse of distant lands.
Viper and bMf all look around frantically, wondering which portal Sigil will step through…
ZAP!
THE LIGHTS RETURN, AND SIGIL HAS COSMIC LEAPT RIGHT OPPOSITE ROBERTS!
The Head Snake stares at The Collector incredulously. The briefcase swings right between them, reminding Viper of what’s at stake…
RIGHT HAND BY ROBERTS!
SIGIL RESPONDS IN KIND!
SLUGFEST FIFTEEN FEET ABOVE THE RING!
The crowd chants along with each thunderous blow.
SIGIL TAKES CONTROL, ROCKING VIPER WITH THREE RIGHTS IN A ROW!
SNAKE OIL, SNAKE OIL!
VIPER SPRAYS A CLOUDY SUBSTANCE INTO THE LENSES OF SIGIL’S MASK!
HE DOESN’T NEED TO BURN HIS EYES – MERELY BLINDING HIM WILL SUFFICE!
SIGIL’S RARE-MINERAL LENSES, HOWEVER, REPEL THE MYSTERY FLUID!
THE SNAKE OIL HAS NO EFFECT ON HIM!
THE REALM WALKER LASHES OUT WITH CLAW-LIKE STRIKES TO THE EYES, MOUTH, AND THROAT OF THE VIPER!
FOR THE COLLECTION!
Roberts slumps over the top of the ladder. By now, bMf has re-entered the ring, looking to put a stop to Sigil. Knowing he can’t grab the briefcase while they all still stand, he does the next best thing…
MERCIFUL!
THE CHOP TO THE NECK SENDS VIPER PLUMMETING ONTO ZERO!
STORM AND PYRE ADVANCE ON THE LADDER—
PLANESWALKERRRRRR!
SIGIL LEAPS OFF WITH THE FRONT DROPKICK, TAKING THEM BOTH OUT!
Everybody rolls out to the floor, leaving the pendulous briefcase to sway over a vacant ladder.
Looking to gain a measure of revenge, the InVaders gun for Bad Mother Fuckers!
SeeSaw grabs a nearby ladder, snapping it shut. Lying it flat, he props it between the ring apron and barricade, creating a platform. Grinning maliciously at his new toy, he pulls Zero up by his purple dreads—
But Cael Gable asks SeeSaw to pass Zero to him first!
Always happy to make new playmates, SeeSaw obliges, tossing Zero his way—
SILENCE IS GOLDEN!
GABLE WITH THE REAR NAKED CHOKE!
Zero fights it, but the gold medalist cranks it. Silencing The Hacker, Cael throws him back to SeeSaw, who climbs onto the apparatus with his plaything…
JUMPING FUCKIN’ PILEDRIVER ONTO THE DAMN LADDER!
POP GOES THE WEASEL!
Elsewhere, CXDY—clutching his neck, moving stiffly—has Pyre in his crosshairs. He lies one ladder flat on the ground, erecting another perpendicular to it. He scoops Killer Queen onto his shoulders and takes several steps back…
FIREMAN’S CARRY ROLL!
HE PANCAKES HER ONTO THE LADDER!
Like a damn spider-monkey, though, CXDY rolls through onto the standing ladder—
DOUBLE-JUMP MOONSAULT OFF THE LADDER – ONTO THE OTHER LADDER!
THAT COMBO WAS PERFECTLY EXECUTED!
CXDY rolls off of Pyre, nursing his ribs. Hey, it beats his neck…
On the far side, the blood-sucker, Knightlord, eyes up Storm hungrily. Kaine lays a ladder on its edge and opens it, creating a triangle of sorts. Grabbing hold of Luke, he clambers onto the hardware.
HE HOOKS HIS ARMS FROM BEHIND—
NIGHT RAAAIIID – SPINNING KILLSWITCH!
KAINE SPIKES STORM INTO THE GAP BETWEEN THE TOP OF THE LADDER AND THE LOCKING MECHANISM!
Back in the ring, Sigil corrects the ladder—
BUT CAEL BRAINS HIM OFF OF IT!
Sigil stumbles, allowing Gable to… Collapse the ladder!? What does he have in mind here? Coupled with the ladder which Zero threw at SeeSaw, there are now two of them in the ring.
The Olympian grabs a waistlock on Sigil – oh, boy…
GERMAN ONTO THE LADDER!
GERMAN ONTO THE OTHER LADDER!
GERMAN ON THE FIRST LADDER!
HOLY SCHEIßE – IT’S LIKE GERMAN SUPLEX PINBALL!
NINE GERMANS! NEIN GERMANS!?
AAAND… TEN-KARAT!
SIGIL IS FOLDED IN HALF!
Cael gets to his feet—
YOUR.
FORETOLD.
DESTINY!
CXDY KNOCKS HIS BLOCK OFF WITH THE 450 ROUNDHOUSE – ODE TO TYLER BROOKS!
Gable collapses on top of Sigil – on top of a ladder.
CXDY grabs the second ladder and stacks it on top of the man-ladder burger. He heads up onto the top rope…
CARPE OMNIAAA!
DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!
HE JUST SQUEEZED THEM LIKE FRESH ORANGE JUICE!
The people are on their feet for The Gold Standard, who salvages the top-most ladder and props it in the shadow of the briefcase—
THE SHADOW BAT, THOUGH, HAS OTHER IDEAS!
HE SNAPS THE LADDER SHUT – CRUSHING CXDY’S SKULL!
HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!
Opening the ladder again, CXDY slumps back into Knightlord’s waiting arms—
NIGHT RAID!
HE MAKES CXDY EVEN UNPRETTIER!
Looking up at the briefcase with an even more insatiable bloodlust, Kaine puts his foot on the bottom rung of the ladder—
SNAKEBITE!
THE VIPER STRIKES WITH THE WRAPAROUND NECKBREAKER!
That oily cultist has been biding his time, coiled and waiting to bite!
Licking his lips, Viper chuckles to himself as he wraps an arm around the ladder.
“Did you forget about our playdate?” An innocent voice asks.
Roberts grimaces, turning around…
SEESAW WITH THE SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST!
THE GORE-SPINEBUSTER FLATTENS ROBERTS ON THE OTHER LADDER!
BY GOD, THIS IS CARNAGE!
Surveying the chaos of his playground, SeeSaw happily climbs the ladder.
“Hey, Pennywise!” Cries a female voice.
SeeSaw looks down with an evil grin.
Pyre holds out her hand—
WHOOSH!
A FUCKING FIREBALL TAKES SEESAW’S FACE OFF!
THE FIRE BITCH JUST ROASTED HIS ASS!
THE TOYBOX KING CLUTCHES HIS FACE, TAKING HIS HANDS OFF THE LADDER…
HE FALLS TO THE MAT!
Pyre dusts her hands off. The Killer Queen hauls Viper back up and drags his 258-pound frame up the ladder behind her.
GODDAMMIT, HE’S GOING TO STEAL THIS!
bMf, THOSE BASTARDS!
GOLD RUSH, GOLD RUSH!
CAEL GABLE SPEARS ROBERTS RIGHT OUT OF PYRE’S HANDS!
Pyre pitches a fit atop the ladder, cussing out Gable—
PUNK CITY KILLER!
ZERO DROPS CAEL WITH THE STUNNER!
The Fire Witch mouths off some more, flipping off the KO’d Olympian…
BUT KAINE KNIGHTLORD HAS SCALED THE OTHER SIDE OF HER LADDER!
Looking up in confusion at the crowd pop, Pyre whips her head round, coming face-to-face with the vampire.
SHE SWINGS AT HIM, BUT HE BLOCKS IT—
HE SINKS HIS FANGS INTO HER FOREHEAD!
THE PYROMANIAC HOWLS IN PAIN – BUT IT’S JUST A BITE BY NIGHTSCREAM!
Drawing blood on The Queen of Flames, Kaine piefaces her—
PYRE SPLATS AGAINST THE MAT FROM FIFTEEN FEET IN THE AIR!
Knightlord looks up at the briefcase with dilated pupils and bloody fangs. He reaches for it—
ZERO HANDSPRINGS UP THE LADDER WITH HIS BIONIC ARM!
HE GRABS KAINE’S WINDPIPE – GOOZLE!
ABSOLUTE ZERO – CHOOOKESLAAAM TO THE OUTSIDE!
MERCIFUL CHRIST, KNIGHTLORD GOES THROUGH THE LADDER-BRIDGE MADE BY SEESAW!
HE’S BROKEN IN HALF!
Zero cackles at his handiwork, mockingly waving goodbye to Knightlord.
Wait a minute…
CXDY props a folded ladder against Zero’s, creating a ramp! He tears into the ropes—
THE GOLD STANDARD STAIRMASTERS THAT SHIT!
ZERO FINDS OUT FIRSTHAND THAT CXDY IS BIG IN JAPAN!
THE LARIATO KNOCKS HIS DICK STIFF!
ZERO IS TURNED INSIDE-OUT, FLIPPING ONTO THE CANVAS!
CXDY tucks and rolls on landing, avoiding harm. He springs to his feet and looks up at the briefcase, swaying ever so slightly over their heads.
The crowd rally behind him as he fine-tunes the ladder—
LIGHTNING.
STRIKES!
Luke Storm jacks CXDY’s jaw with the mother of all superkicks. God’s Gift slumps into the ropes, which throw him back—
GALE FORCE WINDS IN THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
STORM ENDS HIM WITH THE STUNNER!
The A-Lister clambers to his feet, smirking at the abuse now being heaped onto him by his once-adoring fans…
THE CACKLING MADCAP, SEESAW, SUDDENLY HOISTS HIM UP INTO A RACK—
HE’S SPINNING AND SPINNING AND SPINNING, AROUND AND AROUND AND AROUND!
The crowd tries to count each rotation, soon giving up as SeeSaw goes into hyperdrive!
THIS IS GOING TO BE THE BIGGEST WHEEL HE’S EVER SPUN!
HERE COMES THE CUTTER—
ZAP!
A BLUE LIGHT – SIGIL STEPS OUT OF HIS PORTAL!
HE LINES UP HIS SIGHTS…
PLANESWALKERRR TO STORM AND SEESAW!
BOTH MEN FLY OVER THE TOP ROPE, LANDING IN A HEAP!
THERE ARE BODIES EVERYWHERE!
INVADERS, BAD MOTHER FUCKERS – EVERYONE IS DOWN!
EVERYONE, THAT IS, EXCEPT THE COLLECTOR!
Sigil, as he so often does, finds himself standing tall. With the long road ahead clear, he climbs the ladder.
HE’S GOING TO ADD THE INVASION BRIEFCASE TO HIS COLLECTION!
Nearing the summit, he extends his hand—
VIPER ROBERTS, THAT SCALY FUCK!
THE HEAD SNAKE SLITHERS HIS WAY BACK IN!
HE CHASES AFTER SIGIL, CLIMBING OPPOSITE HIM!
WAIT – HE’S UNFASTENED HIS SNAKESKIN BELT, AND IS CARRYING IT!
MERCIFUL!?
NO!
VIPER BLOCKS THE KNOCKOUT CHOP—
HE WHIPS SIGIL WITH THE STRAP!
AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN, TANNIN’ THE HIDE OF SIGIL!
ROBERTS WRAPS IT ROUND HIS THROAT!
HE LEANS BACK, PULLING THE BELT TAUT, HOOKING HIS FEET ON THE RUNGS TO ANCHOR HIMSELF!
SIGIL IS BEING HANGED BEFORE OUR EYES!
THE COLLECTOR’S FEET DANGLE IN THE AIR AS HE DESPERATELY PAWS AT HIS THROAT, TRYING TO LOOSEN VIPER’S BELT!
ANOTHER LADDER JOINS THE PICTURE…
AS DOES A THIRD!
SIGIL FINDS HIS FOOTING ON THE NEIGHBOURING LADDERS, ALLEVIATING HIS HANGING!
WITH BAD MOTHER FUCKERS DOWN AND OUT, EVERY INVADER SCRAMBLES UP THE LADDERS FOR THE BRIEFCASE!
IT’S A TANGLE OF ARMS, AND A MELEE OF PUNCHES, AS THEY SCRATCH AND CLAW FOR THE BRIEFCASE!
WHO THE HELL IS GOING TO TAKE THIS!?
Wait a second, LUKE STORM IS BACK TO HIS FEET…
PYRE…
ZERO…
They stumble straight into the action, Storm pushes one ladder…
KAINE KNIGHTLORD AND SEESAW TUMBLE OVER THE TOP ROPE, SLAMMING INTO THE BARRICADE!
PYRE PUSHES THE OTHER!
CAEL GABLE AND CXDY TUMBLE DOWN TO THE CANVAS!
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! BAD MOTHER FUCKERS ARE RUINING THIS MATCH!
Zero pops up, grabbing Sigil at the top of the ladder with Roberts.
LEAPING CHOKESLAM!
LEAPING BIONIC CHOKESLAM TO THE FUCKING CANVAS!
ZERO AND SIGIL ARE WIPED THE FUCK OUT!
ROBERTS REACHES OUT….
HE GRABS IT!
VIPER ROBERTS HAS WON INVASION, BUT YOU BETTER COUNT THE ASSIST FOR BAD MOTHER FUCKERS!
VIPER ROBERTS
BANZAN & DARKLORD
Time Unknown.
Place Unknown.
A setting sun leads us to a barren patch of land. It penetrates that land to take us to an underground tunnel.
A dungeon of some kind.
Banzan and Darklord are walking down that tunnel, each of them covering in grime, dust, and blood.
Behind them lay mounds of broken bodies.
Guards.
The pair of giants seem as if they’re on a casual stroll through a park as they casually break men’s bodies in half.
“I trust these weaklings are not who we have come to find.” Darklord comments, snapping a man’s neck.
Banzan releases a burst of energy, clearing the hallway ahead of them.
“No.” He replies.
The pair step over mangled and burned bodies to enter a larger space. Empty shackles line the dirt walls, the floor a mix of dirt and broken concrete.
A dungeon.
Banzan steps forward to the dungeon’s sole occupant, his eyes showing conflict between hatred of his foe and hatred of himself.
Hatred runs deep in Banzan’s heart since the Darkness came.
Lying before them is Leif Helvig, dirty, chained and heavy with drug-induced haze.
“This is the most dangerous man on this world?” Darklord scoffs.
Banzan’s gaze narrows.
“Will you take your final offering now?” He says after a moment.
Darklord approaches the Viking, picking up his head to stare into vacant eyes. Tension lingers in the air for a moment before Darklord viciously throws him arms out.
The shackles holding Helvig drop to the ground, broken.
“I will not kill a man in this state.”
The two behemoths lift the third to carry him out of the dungeon.
Cut.
ALBERT SHAW © vs. VOYNICH vs. THE SANDMAN
The pulsating riff of Crazy Trains fills the Slaughterhouse. All in attendance turn their attention towards the entrance ramp and out steps the World Heavyweight Champion the Guv’nor, Albert Shaw. Drinking in the boos from the crowd, he cracks his knuckles and swaggers down to the ring. Picking up the pace the closer he gets, taking one final deep breath sliding into the ring.
Shaw raises the title up high, soaking in the crowd for a moment but there’s still focus in his eyes as he stares down at the entrance ramp, waiting for his opponents.
The slow sound of a guitar trickles throughout the speakers as the lights dim to show but a spotlight on the stage. “Shadow on the Sun” by Audio Slave soon begins to kick in.
“Once upon a time
I was of the mind
To lay your burden down.”
As the next lyric begins, Voynich steps out onto the stage with a look of focus on his face.
“Leave you where you stood
You believed I could
You’d seen it done before.”
He stops for a moment to soak in the atmosphere, waiting for the music to kick in with the chorus before making a fast-paced walk towards the ring.
“And I can tell you why
People die alone
I can tell you I’m
The shadow on the sun.”
As the crowd roar, The Best Kept Secret hops up the ring steps, wipes his feet on the ring apron and steps through the ropes.
RIGHT INTO A MASSIVE LARIAT!
The referee calls for the bell, Sandman nowhere to be seen but Albie Shaw just beating the shit out of a fallen Voynich, pummeling him with lefts and rights on the ground before getting up and delivering a bastard soccer kick to the jaw as he tries to rise.
Shaw pulls Voynich up to his feet, delivering a pair of huge uppercuts to the chest that lift the smaller man up off the mat before gripping him in a cravate
AND THROWING HIM HEAD OVER HEELS INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!
Voynich lands very ungracefully in a heap but he’s barely able to pull himself up to a seated position before a massive running knee nearly breaks his damn jaw.
Shaw rocks Voynich with a few hard kicks to that same jaw before beginning to choke him with his boot. The referee admonishes Shaw who just flips him off before backing up
RUNNING FACEWASH! Shaw drives his boot into the side of Voynich’s head and that may well be it as Shaw pulls Voynich out of the corner and hooks the leg for the cover
ONE
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TW…VOYNICH GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Shaw wastes no energy, flipping over from the cover and locking in a headlock on Voynich, trying to sap the Best Kept Secret’s energy. Shaw grinds Voynich into the mat but the young man refuses to give in, wanting that championship gold once more as he begins to fight to his feet
CHIN-CHECK! Voynich delivers a hard jawbreaker that breaks the hold, staggering the world champion back. Shaw stumbles forward, trying for a wild right that Voynich ducks under
SCHOOLBOY! Voynich rolls Shaw up out of nowhere
ONE
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SHAW JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Both men get to their feet, Voynich holding up his fingers as he signals to Shaw just how close he was in an act that pisses Albie off. Shaw rushes forward trying for a clothesline that Voynich ducks under before peppering Shaw with a flurry of lefts and right.
Voynich staggers Shaw back into the ropes, sending him flying with a Monkey Flip before rushing forward as he stumbles to his feet
ISHTAR’S GATE! LARIATTOO!
Shaw doesn’t go down but stumbles into the ropes
JAWBREAKER LARIAT!
Voynich goes down hard but Shaw finally feels the affect of the Ishtar as he collapses too. Both men are down
LIGHTS GO OUT!
”EXIT LIGHT!”
“ENTER NIGHT!”
“TAKE MY HAND, WE’RE OFF TO NEVER-NEVERLAND!”
They come back on and the Sandman is in the ring, looming down upon both men with a sickening grin. The Dream Demon fresh as a daisy against two hurting opponents as he looks to pick up the scraps here.
Sandman slowly pulls the dazed Shaw up, fingertips lightly grazing his throat, toying with the goozle
HEADBUTT!
Shaw drills Sandman with a massive headbutt that staggers back the Dream Demon.
Shaw was bloody playing possum there just waiting for the Sandman to show his face as he pounds down with heavy lefts and rights before drilling him into the mat with a hard Snap DDT.
Shaw pulls Voynich up to his feet, backing away slightly before motioning for them to team up to take down Sandman. Voynich slowly agrees as the pair rush forward as the Sandman gets to his feet, Voynich sliding underneath a hard right hand before springboarding off the ropes
SANDWICH LARIAT! Sandman gets nailed with double Lariats but they’re not done as Voynich lifts the Sandman up high for the Monolith as Shaw rushes to the ropes
MONOLITHIC GBH! Brainbuster Claymore combination drills the Sandman as Voynich floats over for the cover
ONE
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SHAW PULLS HIM OFF!
Voynich gets up angry as the pair go nose to nose, Shaw trying to regain his cool as he tells Voynich it won’t be enough. He motions for Voynich to pull Sandman up as he looks for more Grievous Harm but neither man notice the Dream Demon fiddling with his bag of sand.
Voynich holds Sandman in place as Shaw bounces off the ropes
RIGHT INTO A CLOUD OF RED SAND!
Shaw stumbles for a moment as Sandman elbows out of Voynich’s hold. Shaw looks up, his eyes flashing red before rushing forward
GBH….TO VOYNICH!
Shaw nearly breaks Voynich’s jaw with that huge kick but he’s not done as he mounts the Best Kept Secret, pummelling him with heavy lefts and rights before busting him open with a pair of sickening headbutts.
Shaw peels the staggered Voynich up to his feet, lifting him up high in the air
POWERBOMB….TO THE OUTSIDE!
Voynich lands on the concrete floor with a thunk as the Sandman looks on with a grin that soon fades as Shaw turns to him, fury still in his eyes.
Shaw rushes forward, taking a huge Haymaker fist to the skull that barely fazes him as he pummels the Sandman with heavy lefts and rights before rushing to the ropes
BIG BOOT! SHAW’S IMMEDIATELY ON HIS FEET! Rage supercharging the world champion here as he delivers a mammoth spear that drives Sandman off his feet before mounting him and swinging for the fences.
Lefts, right, elbows, headbutts, Shaw’s emptying the tank out and then some on the Dream Demon but he’s showing no sign of slowing down as the Sandman could be in trouble here
THUMB TO THE EYE! SANDMAN DRIVES THAT GNARLED FINGER INTO SHAW’S EYE, DRAWING BLOOD IN THE PROCESS!!
The temporary blinding stops Shaw for a moment, Sandman getting to his feet as Shaw lunges forward, trying to take down the Dream Demon again but the Sandman stops it with a hard knee to the temple
Sandman grips him around the throat, looking to Goozle him straight to hell
TO…SHAW SLIPS OUT.
LEAPING KNEE TO THE JAW STUNS SANDMAN! Shaw roars out in rage as he places the Sandman between his legs
SIT OUT FUCKING POWERBOMB! SHAW POWERBOMBED THE DREAM DEMON! But lifting up 300+ pounds damn near exhausted Shaw there.
The champion backs up, breathing heavily but knowing the end is near as he backs up, rushing forward
INTO SAND AGAIN! Golden this time as Shaw’s already depleted stamina begins to drain even further, barely able to keep his eyes open he stumbles right into
GOOZLE! TO SAND! THAT COULD BE IT!
ONE
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VOYNICH JUST BREAKS UP THE PINFALL!
The Sandman gets to his feet, delivering a hellacious haymaker punch to Voynich before grabbing him around the throat
AND CHOKE TOSSING HIM TO THE FLOOR BELOW!
Sandman then turns to Shaw, still struggling to stay conscious before locking in a sleeper hold, intending to put the champion out here. And although Shaw is fighting, it’s a losing battle here as the golden sand is slowly winning out here and the Guv’nor slowly begins to fade as the referee picks up his arm
IT DROPS ONCE
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THE REFEREE PICKS IT UP A SECOND TIME
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CRACK! A WHIP WRAPS AROUND THE THROAT OF SANDMAN, DRAGGING HIM OFF SHAW!
Voynich saves the match just in time as he slowly pulls himself towards the Sandman before rushing forward
BULL WHIP ENHANCED ISHTAR’S GATE! Voynich drives Sandman to the mat before lifting him back up to his feet
DEEP SLEEP! END OF DAYS OUTTA NOWHERE and that well could be it as Sandman hooks the leg for the cover
ONE
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VOYNICH JUST KICKS OUT!
The Dream Demon has had enough as he pulls Voynich up to his feet, goozling him with both hands as he lifts him up for the Endless Nightmare
SNAP DDT! Voynich countered out of the Chokebomb as he spins the slowly standing Sandman around, kicking him in the gut before running up the turnbuckles
THE EIGHTH WONDER! SLICED BREAD #2! Voynich hooks the leg for the cover
ONE
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NEW CHAMPION..?
SHAW JUST BREAKS UP THE PINFALL!
Shaw, still struggling from the gold sand pounds down on both men but a snap headbutt from Sandman drops him down to one knee. Voynich is up though as he leaps off Shaw’s back
HAMMERSTONE! SPRINGBOARD SUPERMAN PUNCH! Sandman’s down as Shaw gets up
INTO ANOTHER HAMMERSTONE! Voynich could cover but he knows he needs something huge to finish this here.
Voynich heads up to the top rope waiting for Shaw to slowly get to his feet
SHAW DIVES AT THE ROPES CROTCHING VOYNICH!
Shaw climbs up to the top rope, drilling Voynich with lefts and rights before lifting him up high in a Suplex
THROWING VOYNICH FRONT FIRST TO THE FLOOR BELOW
Shaw can’t follow up though as Sandman drives a fist into his back before lifting him up onto his shoulders
SLEEEP
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PARALYSIS!!!
Shaw spits up a glob of blood before The Sandman drops down for the cover
ONE
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THREE!!! WE HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION!
The Sandman is once again the OSW World Champion. Both Shaw and Voynich put up a massive fight but the Dream Demon would not be denied as the Slaughterhouse falls into nightmares once more.
THE SANDMAN
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF & CAEL GABLE
The Dock.
Israel Grimwolf stands on his ship as his crew rush around putting the final preparations to it before they set sail in search for Davy Jones’ Locker. He pulled out of the Invasion Match for this; it means everything to him, yet something isn’t quite right.
His Quartermaster isn’t here.
With his eyes focused on the walkway towards the ship in hope, a member of his crew whispers in his ear that they’re ready to depart. He nods, giving them the signal to begin getting them underway.
Then he sees it.
Cael Gable.
His friend.
Cael runs down the walkway towards the ship, leaping over the edge and onboard just as it begins departing. Grimwolf smiles, rushing towards him.
“You came, matey!” He says with glee. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down!”
“I couldn’t let my friend undertake this journey alone; let’s go rescue your crew, Grim.”
They both embrace with a hug.
Cut.
Static.
Four Days Later.
“MAN OVERBOARD!”
“AVAST YE, WE’RE GOING DOWN!”
The very next time we see the ship, it’s sinking into the deep dark blue of Davy Jones’ Locker. There’re men screaming in agony as something drags them from the surface into the deep, forcibly taking them down below.
There’s no sign of Israel Grimwolf.
He appears lost once again to The Locker.
But Cael Gable hangs over a piece of wood from the ship, drifting further away from the locker. His eyes are cast to those being forcibly pulled below, as water splashes against his pale shocked face.
He never in a million years thought he’d witness this.
Just then, overheard, he hears it.
A chopper.
Search & Rescue.
The water begins bouncing in different directions as the helicopter hovers above, a man slowly anchoring down towards Cael. He grabs him, places him into a harness and pulls the shocked soul from the water.
As Gable is delivered to the chopper, he looks down to his ship broken into pieces, no longer visible in its whole form. There’s no sign of life down there. No shipmates, no crew, no Grimwolf.
If it wasn’t for the debris, you’d never know it happened.
But Cael Gable knows.
His eyes tell you so.
Cut.
SIGIL
An unknown location.
Sigil stands amongst his collection of artefacts and tools, looming over a unique looking machine.
He pulls open a drawer within it and carefully places his crystals inside designated slots.
“Let’s see,” he muses, pushing the drawer closed.
A bright hue soon emanates from the machine, only what he see’s isn’t what he expected. That hue turns dark – black, even, and reveals to him the faces of Terror.
Not just any faces.
But The Darkness and The Warped.
He immediately recoils in shock.
“No,” he grunts. “It simply cannot be.”
Sigil rushes backward into his library of artefacts and finds a book, flicking through pages until he reaches the right one.
“It is,” he says, throwing the book down – utterly distraught. He slides down the shelving to his butt, and sits there, shaking his head.
A few moments pass and the hue from his machine vanishes, leaving nothing behind. He gets up and heads back to it, taking his crystals from within.
“I must warn the others,” he admits, announcing to himself. “I have to tell them what’s happening. Everything suddenly makes sense. The brutality, the darkness – he’s blocking my path to him. He knows that I’m close.”
Sigil turns to walk away, placing his crystals back inside his pocket.
“I’ll need their help to defeat The Terrors,” he says solemnly. “I must enlighten them.”
He opens a portal and steps through.
Cut.