CATCH ME IF YOU CAN
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Moments before the show.
Edward Newton rushes towards a large purple van, hopping in the driver’s seat and tossing the OSW Championship down on the seat next to him.
In hot pursuit is Mark Gouldern, who’s sprinting towards the van as Newton pulls away with a wheel screech.
The Champion stumbles, getting fingertips on the van as it speeds away.
“God damnit,” he breathlessly grumbles.
Suddenly, Dr. D’Ville appears – as if out of no-where, now standing beside Gouldern.
“You look troubled, my friend,” D’Ville casually says with a wry smile.
Mark spins around and grabs Doc by the scruff of his neck, pulling him close and lifting him up onto tip toes.
“You did this,” he growls angrily. “You set this whole thing in motion.”
“That’s right. I did,” he replies proudly. “And now I’m going to offer you the opportunity to get it back. At InVasion, if you defend your Championship against SeeSaw-“
Gouldern angrily drops him, pushing him back.
“That’s what this is all about?” He yells. “You want a Championship match for your deranged son?”
D’Ville straightens out his white suit and nods.
“That’s exactly what I want.”
The Champion shakes his head.
“No. I won’t be blackmailed or bribed by the likes of you,” he refuses, hands on hips in defiance. “I’ll get my title back. One way or another.”
“Very well,” D’Ville says with a nod.
THROUGH MISTY EYES
The world appears in somewhat of a slight blur, tinged red to the point where all around look relatively the same. Figures appear, not quite human but some warped version from a nightmare. Blood red, stains splatter the concrete as another of the victims fall.
Groaning, screaming for mercy. But there will be no mercy. Not from you.
They can be silenced with another stomp of the boot, squashing them like a bug. Their distorted cries seem more angry than scared. They’re angry at you for seeing through their lies.
“No… Reaper… No, please! I’ve done nothing wr-”
But even the silence is deafening. You can still hear them judging you with their eyes. It’s all their fault. Every last one of them. You’re doing what you must do to avenge your family and they’re all on that list.
The Judge… Redwing…
The Blood Shark will guide the way. He knows the truth.
Just keep breathing and find the way through the lies.
Leaving only carnage behind you.
It’s what your family deserves.
MOIRAI VS. VOYNICH
Is this battle preordained, or is there no fate but what we make for ourselves?
Moirai runs up the turnbuckle and backflips off – seemingly mocking Voynich’s fear of heights. She’s only digging her own grave, however, as the archaeologist buries her with a German suplex! The Austrian unearths her, only to spike her with the MONOLITH brainbuster! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Moirai’s fate isn’t sealed… yet.
The Best Kept Secret opens ISHTAR’S GATE – but Moirai ducks the running lariat like Neo! She hits the ropes and measures Voynich up with the LACHESIS wheelbarrow bulldog! He groggily dusts himself off as Fate spins the wheel… CLOTHO sunset flip powerbomb! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Will Voynich have a last crusade!?
Climbing up top, Moirai throws caution to the wind… TWIST OF FATE!? Voynich rolls out of harm’s way and Moirai falls into ruin! Maybe she was destined to miss!? Voynich pulls himself up using the ropes – something he’s intimately familiar with. Moirai gets to her feet groggily… ISHTAR’S GATE running lariat! ONE… TWO… ROPE BREAK!
Moirai clings to the rope like the mother thread of life. She drags herself onto the apron. Voynich lies in wait as she recovers, ready to open those gates once more… Moirai, however, leaps onto the top rope – SPRINGBOARD DRAGONRANA! Voynich’s FATE is SEALED! ONE… TWO… THREE!
The vessel of the fates rules over mortal men!
HELPING HAND, PART ZERO
One Week (and change) ago.
Sat behind a large oak desk, we find Brent Kersh. The Enforcer has a blank piece of paper sprawled before him. A window looms above the desk, highlighting the drive up to the front porch. The old man begins to write.
BRENT KERSH WROTE THE LETTER TO JESSIE WILLIAMS!
“I’m sorry I didn’t write you sooner. I wish now that I had.
On my property, there’s a small cabin out in the woods, far away from anything else. Kids used to like to go out there and do the types of things kids like to do, I guess.
One night, there was a big commotion out there, and it looked like a horror show. There was no evidence (so I thought), no survivors, no nothing. So I put it in the past.
Then your dad showed up.
Ash asked me about the cabin, and if I’d been out there. He told me he’d been backtracking this kid, Mia Allen, and all roads led to here. He found a book in that rubble, and told me he was going to a place called Lucid Falls.
He never made it there, as far as I know. A couple days later, I heard about his disappearance.
I went back out to that cabin, and I found something that might help you. This hand was in the rubble, but it still pulses with life from time to time. Only at night, though.”
Brent moves to a new sheet of paper, having filled the old one up. He looks out the window with a sigh, and stands up as he sees a figure entering his property.
With a snort, Kersh goes to finish off his letter.
Don’t believe everything you read in the papers, Mia Allen didn’t kill those kids. Your dad knew this. I’ll find you when it’s time.
P.S. Don’t go back to Lucid Falls without me. Don’t give Rogers the book.”
Folding the papers in an envelope, Brent places it inside of an USPS box, one that we know contains the hand Jessie opened at Blood Stained Summer.
The Enforcer walks away from the table, grabbing a pair of beers as he does so. We know how his meeting with Michaela played out, but what will happen now that he’s reached out to Jessie!?
DEAL OF A LIFETIME
Plague Rat begins wandering aimlessly in the backstage area, replaying the events of the last few weeks in his mind. The anger boils inside his virus-filled body thinking about how Voynich got the best of him at Blood Stained Summer.
Plague Rat slams his fist into the wall multiple times, causing a steady stream of blood to flow from his busted knuckles. In a strange way, seeing the blood brings a twisted smile to his face.
Cautiously, a young man approaches the Pandemic. Plague Rat looks at him with evil intent, licking the blood from his knuckles.
“What the fuck do you want, dipshit?”
The young man quickly gives an envelope to Plague Rat, his hand shaking with fear.
“Time to leave, runt,” Plague Rat grumbles, prompting the “kid” to run off. He then opens the envelope and reads the letter inside.
Dear Mr. Rat,
You have cordially been invited to participate on the Show That Never Ends! I plan to offer you the deal of a lifetime and give you an opportunity to make your dreams come true.
I anxiously await your decision. However, don’t take too long. This offer won’t last forever. Let’s make a deal!
“I’m not sure I can deal with that asshole again,” Plague Rat mumbles to himself. He then balls up the letter and tosses it over his shoulder.
Plague Rat continues down the hallway as Monty Straight appears from the shadows, flashing his million dollar smile.
CANDY KANE VS. THE REAPER VS. MALICE
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Triple threat action here tonight! Two moral vigilantes match up with a ruthless psychopath. Only one can win!
The bell sounds and the three circle the ring, Reaper and Candy deciding to both rush Malice in order to wear down the VHS Champion. Reaper STOMPS his knee while Candy Enziguri’s Malice straight in the gut knocking the wind straight out of him, immobilizing him for the time being.
Reaper turns to Candy and throws a giant haymaker she dodges before hitting a bicycle kick flush in his chin! Reaper is stumbling but Malice has awoke! He has Candy Kane by the hair and sends her reeling across the ring into a turnbuckle. Malice turns to Reaper – EXPLODER SUPLEX!
ONE! TWO! NO! Candy Kane stomps Malice’s head breaking up the pin! She has ahold of Reaper! BLIND ALLEY!! The front Russian Leg sweep! Candy Kane is full of gas! She runs over to Malice! THE BIG GAMBLE! THE KNEE TREMBLER lands square in Malice’s nose and Candy Kane is in full control!
Candy bounces off the ropes looking for Reaper! But he was playing possum! SINGLE ARM DDT! THE SWIFT REVENGE! But Malice is lurking! HIGH RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!! Malice DUMPS Reaper in the center of the ring and when he turns Candy Kane PLANTS him with a roundhouse kick! She scrambles to the top rope, SWANTON BOMB! YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE! ONE! TWOOO!!! THREE!!!!!!!!
Candy Kane survives the triple threat tonight! She scores a huge victory against Reaper & Malice!
SAND IN THE STRINGS
It’s a wonderful morning in Lucid Falls, as the sun peaks over the horizon. And with such a lovely morning, we see Sandy Rogers sitting out on his porch. A mug of coffee in hand, he gives a contented sigh. A perfect way to start a day.
“Good morning Mr. Rogers.”
A look of confusion flashes across Sandy’s face. That wasn’t one of his usual neighbors. He turns, finding someone else than the usual postman leaning against his porch step.
“Ah good morning Miss Moirai! What brings you to our lovely little town of Lucid Falls? We do have just the most wonderful sunrises.”
“I’ve come to talk about you Mr. Rogers,” Moirai replies, standing up straight. “And in more specifics, your involvement with a Jessie Williams.”
“Ah yes, the poor boy. I’ve tried to help him find contentment, but he’s so stubborn on finding his father and-“
“The Necronomicon Ex Mortis. I am aware of the book you speak of.”
At the title’s mention, there is a moment of tension as Sandy Rogers freezes. Moirai however, continues.
“The book that he seeks, and in turn you seek to take from him, have strong powers. Ones that could change the fates of many if fallen into the wrong hands. So heed me now Mr Rogers, stop your hunt for the book now. Or perhaps, you’ll find yourself in a terrible fate.”
With that, she walks across the lawn of the front porch, and vanished out of sight. Sandy goes to follow, concerned for his neighbors and wanting a last word with her.
Only to find an empty yard.
“The Band has to stay together,” says a familiar voice.
Major Thom, with half a cigar framed between his teeth.
At a long, metal table in a secret bunker, sit The War Machine.
Thom looks at both Malice and Bishop as he speaks.
“Everyone thinks the War Machine is on its last legs. Some say it’s out of fuel. Some say it’s been sabotaged.”
Thom looks Malice in the eye. Malice stares right back.
“But that ain’t true, is it? It’s not out of fuel. It wasn’t sabotaged. The truth is, a machine is only as good as the sum of its parts. And its parts have to work in unison for the machine to function properly.”
Malice and Bishop look at each other. A begrudging nod shared between the two of them.
Thom continues, “At Invasion, the two of you will fight for Malice’s title. The two of you will fight fair, you’ll fight hard. You’ll go to war for that title and I don’t blame you. War is what we do.”
Thom leans forward. “War is who we are. But when your battle is over, and the smoke clears? The War Machine continues. And I can’t have you infighting in the mean time. The war happens at Invasion. Not a moment sooner. Not a moment later. Besides… We have work to do.”
“What kind of work?” Asks Bishop.
Major Thom grins.
NEWTON & GOULDERN VS. STRAIGHT & MEFISTO
TWO V ONE MATCH
The match is opening with Monty Straight standing in the ring opposite of Mark Gouldern whose partner is missing!
The bell sounds as these two lock up in the center of the ring, but Gouldern is quick to shuffle to the side before lifting up Monty and dropping him right on the bridge of his back! Mark quickly pulls him towards his corner and begins drilling him with boots.
Gouldern quickly snaps on the ankle lock! THE RUTHLESS INSPIRATION! Monty Straight is already in a bad way! He reaches towards the ropes, but Gouldern brings him back to the center where he locks it in. Straight is pulling at his ankle in misery as Mark has it locked in tight!
But luckily, Straight’s partner has his back as Mefisto drills him with a running big boot that floors him! Mefisto goes for a punt, but Gouldern dodges out of the way. Straight goes for a spear, but Gouldern dodges out of the way as Mefisto catches it!
Mark Gouldern looks a little shocked as he holds his chin before turning back to Straight. He smirks as he grabs the arm of Monty and begins lifting him up to his feet. PLANNED OBOLESCENCE! The draped DDT spiked Monty’s head into the mat. Mefisto slides in, but Mark kicks him right in the face to knock him back out. Mark covers Monty! ONE…TWO…THREE!
Mark Gouldern’s strategy seemed to work perfectly as Mefisto is holding his head on the outside.
MISSING PERSON’S REPORT
After the show.
The Candy Shop.
The owner of the store, one Candy Kane, sits behind her desk looking through a few of her personal case files when the sound of the shop’s front door opening up breaks her attention away from the articles at hand. She looks past them at what appears to be an older couple standing in her office.
The man is rather grizzled with grayed hair and tired eyes. He places a hand on his wife’s shoulder, ushering her inside. His wife seemed just as exhausted he was, her face stained with what seemed to be a lifetime of tears. The duo came in silently, the man finally speaking.
“May we sit down?”
“Of course. What brings you to the Candy Store?”
He goes to answer as the two sit down but is cut off by his wife who speaks slowly, her voice breaking a bit.
“W-we’re wanting to file a missing person’s report.”
“Honey, I don’t think that’s-”
“For our son!”
Candy listens intently, watching as the husband shakes his head.
“I see, and what can you tell me about him? His looks, interests, when you last saw him?”
The woman goes to speak again but becomes unable to as tears well in her eyes. Her husband sighs, speaking on her behalf.
“It’s going to sound… asinine, but I figured you would be the one to take a case like this when I heard about you. No one else has been able to make any ground on it.”
Candy leaned in, obviously interested.
“Is that so?”
“Correct. You see, our son… went missing years ago. He was such a sweet boy, very interested in things like card tricks, magic. And, well, one day he seemed to just vanish into thin air. Well, he was there, but it wasn’t him.”
“Interesting. What was his name?”
Before the man could respond, his wife finally spoke up through tears in her eyes.
BISHOP VS. BRENT KERSH
They say that everything is bigger in Texas, and if this tables match is indication, we’re in a whopper of a walloping as Bishop takes on Brent Kersh!
The two tough Texans tussle from the jump, laying into each other with some hard lefts and rights until the Last Gunslinger gets the upper hand sending Kersh into the corner. Bishop isn’t wasting any time as he heads out, grabbing a folded table before sliding it into the ring.
Bishop follows close behind, only to take a big boot to the head by the Enforcer! Kersh picks him back up, hitting some hard punches on Bishop before turning his attention toward the table. Kersh starts setting the table up, but Bishop catches him from behind with a spear! DEADEYE!
Kersh is down as Bishop finishes the job of setting up the table, before picking Kersh back up. He lifts the Enforcer up looking for a bodyslam through the table…but Kersh counters out, hitting a nasty lariat that sends Bishop down hard and the table flipping over in the process!
Kersh grabs the table to set it back up as Bishop gets back to his feet, pummeling the Enforcer with some heavy punches that send Kersh to the corner. Bishop quickly pulls the table closer before hoisting Kersh up to the top…LAST RITES OFF THE TOP, AND THROUGH THE TABLE!
This battle of the toughest of Texas came out in favor of the Last Gunslinger tonight, with Bishop picking up a win over Brent Kersh!
Out in a pastoral field, Voynich surveys the land. He has heard rumors of mysterious artifacts found stuck in the ground near where he stands. He finds an arrow stuck in the ground and pulls it out. Curiously, dirt is not only on the arrowhead but also along the shaft. Ever curious, Voynich decides this will be the location of his next excavation site.
He starts to dig!
He shoves his shovel deep in the dirt but oddly, there’s not much resistance. His shovel pierces the earth but after the initial breakthrough, it feels like he is digging through the air.
Confused, he pulls the shovel out and looks down, he sees what can only be described as sky blue.
Bewildered, he sticks his head in the hole and he starts to think he must be seeing things.
He sees an arrangement of roses designed like a giant heart.
He sees a courtyard filled with what can only be called standing playing cards, standing not standard in the slightest.
Lastly, he sees the centerpiece of this mysterious locale. An ornate castle covered in gems, each more precious than the last. His eyes are open wide taking in everything around him.
He might have hit the holy grail of excavations. He has found a kingdom!
He starts taking notes of everything he sees. He looks in all directions except directly below him.
He doesn’t see the woman who has had the dirt he dug through fall directly upon her and her lavish dress.
She has been vividly upset since Voynich pierced the ground and her shrill screaming pierces Voynich’s eardrums harder than he could ever pierce the earth.
“Find whoever did this to me!”
“Find him and bring him to me!
Voynich sees the cards running around frantically when an ace of hearts stops in his tracks and looks high above.
He makes direct eye contact with Voynich and shouts so the woman can hear him.
“Your majesty, I believe we have found the scourge that tainted your attire. Look above.”
She now sees Voynich as well.
She points her heart-shaped scepter at the archeologist and screams at the top of her lungs!
“Off with his head!!!”
Arrows start to fly at Voynich!
“You’ve reached Alton Whitlock. I’m not available right now. Please leave a message. And God bless America.”
“Whitlock, it’s Gouldern.”
The Herald of the Future’s bald head is illuminated by the blue-white glow of an impressive bank of flat-screen monitors.
“I’ve got more than enough problems to solve. But I found some time to look into your issue.”
He takes a sip of coffee from his stainless steel Telegon mug.
“More accurately, I had a team of the 12 best dark web hackers in the world look into it. I keep them on retainer for exactly this kind of thing.”
Gouldern allows himself a self-satisfied smirk, then motions in front of him. The screens change to show an impressive array of data visualizations.
“By their standards, it took forever. They ran every test in the book. Probably invented some too. Whoever Anonymous is, they’re good.”
“But that video they leaked is a fake. For all but the most elite cyber-freaks, it’s impossible to tell.”
“However, I suspect you already know that. I’m forwarding you the testing’s results now. They’ll provide the media with quantifiable proof. More than enough to clear your name.”
Gouldern pauses briefly.
“And about that other issue you raised. Your hypothesis regarding who’s behind the mask…”
“Your theory is probably correct. If anyone could afford the world’s most elaborate forgery while maintaining an absolutely obsessive desire for revenge against the man that ousted him from OSW…”
“Well, like I said, you’re most likely right.”
“We both know Berkshire Ellison Green is a fucking asshole.”
Gouldern waves his hand once more. His workstation powers down.
“Now–I did what you requested. I don’t want to hear shit about antitrust or monopoly if you end up in the White House.”
“And Alton? No more favors. I’ve got four gigantic problems of my own to deal with.”
SANDMAN VS. THE PLAGUE RAT
Tonight, we have a first here is Old School Wrestling! We have a tooth decay match where a Victorian dental chair is in the middle of the ring! The goal is to strap your opponent in and pull teeth. The Plague Rat and The Sandman face each other in this gruesome match! Who will have to go to a real dentist after this? We find out next!
The Plague Rat instantly rolls out of the ring! Sandman does the same! The Plague Rat grabs a chair from under the ring! He marches towards the Sandman! He starts to sprint, and he chucks the chair at Sandman’s head! It hits him hard but Sandman barely budges! He stares at The Plague Rat and grabs him by the throat! He hoists him up with ease!
CHOKESLAM ON THE APRON!
HE HOLDS ON!
HE HOISTS HIM UP BY THE THROAT AGAIN!
CHOKESLAM ON THE FLOOR!
Sandman rolls The Plague Rat back into the ring! The Sandman grabs Plague Rat’s hair and starts dragging him to the chair! The Plague Rat starts shaking his head and jerks his head fast away from Sandman! It rips some hair out but The Plague Rat is free! He jumps to his feet and throws quick right hands! He’s making Sandman back up and The Plague Rat hits a Sparta kick!
THAT KICK SENDS SANDMAN RIGHT INTO THE DENTAL CHAIR!
THE SANDMAN TRIES TO GET UP BUT THE PLAGUE RAT STEPS ON HIS ARM!
THE PLAGUE RAT PULLS OUT A SYRINGE!
HE STARTS STABBING SANDMAN IN THE TRAPPED HAND!
SANDMAN PUSHES PLAGUE RAT OFF HIM WITH HIS FREE HAND BUT HE IS CLUTCHING HIS RIGHT HAND TIGHT!
Sandman gets out of the chair and throws a big left hook! The Plague Rat is down! The Sandman starts stomping on his back but The Plague Rat crawls away and out to the ring apron! The Sandman marches to him and throws a big boot! The Plague Rat catches it! He starts biting Sandman’s kneecap! The Sandman grabs the back of Plague Rat’s head and slams the rat’s face into his knee!
THE PLAGUE RAT FALLS TO THE FLOOR!
THE SANDMAN SLIDES OUT OF THE RING!
HE LOOKS UNDER THE RING!
HE FINDS A LITTLE BLACK BAG!
HE OPENS IT AND DUMPS IT ON THE PLAGUE RAT!
THE SANDMAN JUMPS!
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!
THE TACKS DIG INTO THE PLAGUE RAT DEEP!
The Sandman waits for The Plague Rat to get up! He knows getting up with tacks in your abdomen is going to hurt more than most moves. The Plague Rat is struggling! He rolls to his stomach so he can push himself up! Once The Plague Rat rolls, The Sandman starts stomping on the rat’s back and every tack stuck in him is getting pushed in by the floor! The Sandman finally pulls him up and throws him back in the ring!
THE SANDMAN STARTS RIPPING THE TACKS OUT!
DROPLETS OF BLOOD ARE SPILLING OUT OF EVERY HOLE!
HE PULLS ALL OF THEM OUT BUT HE HAS TWO IN HIS HANDS STILL!
HE PUTS ONE OF THEM ON EACH OF THE PLAGUE RAT’S EYES!
HE PUTS HIS THUMBS ON THEM!
HE’S GOING FOR 40 WINKS!
THE PLAGUE RAT KICKS SANDMAN’S DAMAGED KNEE!
The Sandman is off The Plague Rat and down to a knee! The Plague Rat hops back up! Running dropkick to a kneeling Sandman! The Sandman is down face-first! The Plague Rat drags him to the tacks bloodied and in the ring! He turns some tacks point up!
HE JUMPS THIS TIME!
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!
HIS LEFT FOOT STOMPS ON SANDMAN’S FACE!
HIS RIGHT FOOT STOMPS ON THE SANDMAN’S INJURED HAND!
The Plague Rat is loving this and he pulls up The Sandman! He drags him to sit in the chair and starts laying in some right fists! Punch after punch until Sandman looks completely out of it! The Plague Rat pulls out a plyer to pull out the many teeth of The Sandman!
THE PLAGUE RAT HOLDS SANDMAN DOWN WITH ONE HAND AND HAS THE PLYER IN THE OTHER!
HE BENDS DOWN TO USE THE PLYER AND GRIP THE TEETH!
THE SANDMAN JAMS HIS THUMBS INTO THE PLAGUE RAT’S EYES!
40 WINKS OUT OF NOWHERE!
HE STANDS UP, TURNS AROUND AND SHOVES THE PLAGUE RAT INTO THE CHAIR!
HE FINALLY TAKES HIS THUMBS OUT OF THE PLAGUE RAT’S EYES!
SANDMAN SHOVES HIS FIST IN THE PLAGUE RAT’S MOUTH!
HE RIPS THE TEETH OUT BY HAND!
HE THROWS A HANDFUL OF TEETH ON THE MAT!
The Sandman has done it! He’s ripped the teeth out of a very game Plague Rat!
DEALS WITH THE DEVIL
Edward Newton paces back and forth in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. He didn’t show up for his match again tonight, abandoning Gouldern like he did Luke Storm at Blood Stained Summer.
That’s when a smiling Doctor D’Ville shows up.
“You came, I’m so glad,” Doc says whilst rubbing his hands together. “Where’s the Championship?”
“Where’s my brother?” Newton angrily retorts.
The Doctor motions over to his vehicle, where by two orderlies reach inside the back and drag out Luke Storm.
They toss the broken Stormking across the floor, watching as he slides towards the feet of Newton.
The Riddler uses his foot to turn him over, making sure he’s alive.
“I’m afraid the terms of our agreement have changed,” Edward says with a smile of his own. It surprises D’Ville, who tilts his head. “Having possession of this Championship has reminded me just how much I miss it.”
D’Ville shakes his head.
“Don’t even think about it,” The Doctor warns. “I’ll kill him where you stand.”
“Goodluck with that.”
The Riddler tosses something onto the ground, watching as it explodes into a flashbang, followed by smoke.
D’Ville and his cronies fall to the floor, coughing and spluttering as Newton covers his face, pulling his brother back to his feet.
When the smoke clears, they’re gone.
The brothers have vanished.
D’Ville gets back to his feet, his eyes watering and his mouth gasping for air.