“MUSIC OF A FORETOLD DESTINY”
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Cold open.
The crowd is one of the biggest it’s been all year. The audience are excited for Pandemonium and Lambs to the Slaughter.
Just then, the tron behind the ring flickers and we head backstage to the locker room of O’Death; the Tag Team Champions defending their titles here tonight.
They’re both talking when suddenly, something is slipped under the door.
El Mariachi Muerte walks over and picks it up, revealing an old – if not ancient looking song sheet.
“What’s that?” Dr. Death asks, as El Mariachi reads over the sheet. His eyebrows lift with every word read, as if he can’t believe what he’s looking at.
He ominously says nothing, picking up his guitar and taking a seat.
“When the man climbs the mountain,
And stands tall above the rest.
He shouldn’t escape the rubble,
From falling on his chest.”
Death folds his arms – he’s confused.
“But he did.
But he did.
But he did.”
“I don’t understand?” The Doctor says, presumably frowning beneath his mask. “What’s the song about?”
El Mariachi continues.
“When the fire burns and the dust falls,
And smoke fills the air.
When the mountain goes boom,
Death doesn’t expect their steely stare.”
As EMM sings, he continues playing the guitar – reading both the lyrics and music from the sheet.
“But he did.
But he did.
But he did.”
“Wait a minute… is that Olympus?” Death finally asks. El Mariachi Muerte nods, putting the guitar down.
“Look at how old this song sheet is, mi amigo,” he remarks, handing it to him. “It foretells of the Mount Olympus explosion. It’s music of a foretold destiny.”
They both look at each other in shock. Neither quite know what to make of it. EMM takes the song sheet and places it inside his guitar box.
“We need to have this tested and understand its origins. What if there are more that foretell the destiny of Old School Wrestling, or us, amigo?” The Mariachi queries with a stern expression.
Death nods.
“I know exactly what to do next, but first, we need to defend these,” he says holding up his Tag Team title. “Let’s get to the ring.”
Singing Death agrees, grabbing his half of the titles.
Cut.
Skulltography lost their tag titles in controversial fashion last month due to the cheating ways of O’Death but now they have a chance to regain their titles. Can Skulltography become two time champions or will O’Death prove that lighting doesn’t strike twice?
The bell sounds as Kpavio starts off for Skulltography, rushing forward as he clotheslines both Death and El Mariachi down to the mat. El Mariachi staggers to his feet first before a superkick sends him flying over the ropes before Death begins to attack Kpavio from behind.
Death gets a few hard forearms in before rushing to the ropes, bouncing off with a crossbody that Kpavio catches, backing up as Death tries to fight out
FALLWAY SLAM OVER THE ROPES ONTO EL MARIACHI!
Kpavio uses Death like a battering ram to take down his own partner, both men on the outside slowly struggling to their feet as Gemini gets in the ring, urging her partner to get down on all fours before she rushes to the ropes, bouncing off before using Kpavio like a stepping stool
GEMINI WITH AN ELEVATED PLANCHA TO ONCE AGAIN WIPE OUT O’DEATH!
Skulltography all over O’Death here in the early going as Kpavio rolls out of the ring, both he and Gemini tossing the Luchadoc back into the ring before backing up as they slowly wait for him to get to his feet
BONE DRY! TOTAL ELIMINATION!
That could be it there as Kpavio drops down for the cover
ONE
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TW…DEATH GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Kpavio pulls Death up to his feet, rocking him with a pair of hard knees to the chest before lifting him up high and spiking him down into the mat with a quick Brainbuster. The Skull doesn’t cover, instead walking over to his corner and tagging in Gemini. Kpavio walks over to the fallen Death, nodding at Gemini who runs forward, the Skull lifting his partner up as he tosses her into the air
MIDNIGHT RAINFALL! POP UP SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
Skulltography isn’t done as Kpavio lifts Death up into a Piledriver position, Gemini rushing to the ropes
RIGHT INTO A PUMP KICK FROM EL MARIACHI!
Kpavio drops Death, rushing forward at El Mariachi with another clothesline but El Muerte ducks, before delivering a hard headbutt
AND DELIVERING A WHISKEY LULLABY! RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY TO KPAVIO OVER THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR BELOW!
El Mariachi smiles, pulling Death up as the pair turn their attention to the slowly recovering Gemini.
Both men rush forward, nearly breaking a few ribs with a double kick to the gut as they begin pummeling the helpless Gemini. Left from Mariachi, Right from Death. Over and over again until she collapses in Death’s arms. Death strokes her head for a moment, as if feeling for a fever before throwing her at Mariachi
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY CAUGHT BY DEATH IN MID-AIR INTO A BRUTAL BRAINBUSTER
WHISKEY ON THE ROCKS!
That could be it there but O’Death don’t look close to finished with her. Both men lifting her up before throwing her into the corner before stomping a mudhole in the defenseless Photog. Dr Death lets up first, leaping up onto the apron as Mariachi peels Gemini off the mat, throwing her forward as the Luchadoc leaps off the top rope
LOBOTOMY….
TO EL MARIACHI!
Gemini ducks under the springboard DDT attempt as Death accidentally spikes his own partner into the mat. Death staggering up to his feet into a hard kick to the gut before Gemini leaps off the ropes
TORNADO SPIKE DDT OF HER OWN!
All three competitors are down as Kpavio is up on the apron, begging for the tag. Gemini slowly rises to her feet, staggering forward as both of O’Death try to stop her but she just leaps forward, and delivers the hot tag to the Skull
Kpavio rushes in like a house on fire, delivering hard Lariat after Lariat to Death and Mariachi, delivering a brutal headbutt to Death before gripping Mariachi around the waist and tossing him head over heels to the floor in a moment of absolute payback.
Death springboards off the ropes, but he’s thwarted by a big right hook to the gut before he’s lifted up high and nearly planted through the mat with a brutal Powerbomb. Kpavio doesn’t let go, delivering a second and then a third before hoisting him up high in the air as Gemini tags herself in before quickly climbing up to the top rope, Kpavio spinning Death around as Gemini leaps off
SPIKING DEATH INTO THE MAT WITH AN ELEVATED POISON-RANA! NATURE’S BENEVOLENCE!
That very well could be it there as Gemini drops down for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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HAVE SKULLTOGRAPHY REGAINED THEIR TAG TEAM TITLES?
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48 ROSES! TOP ROPE STOMP OUT OF NOWHERE SAVES THE TITLES FOR O’DEATH!
Both Gemini and Dr Death are groggy on the mat as El Mariachi tries to capitalize but gets met by a running freight train as Kpavio clotheslines the both of them over the top rope to the floor below. Gemini and Death slowly stir to their feet as Nurse Frightengale slides in Death’s cane. The doctor staggers up to his feet, swinging wild but Gemini manages to duck underneath the shot before superkicking it back into his face.
Gemini looks down at the cane for a moment, lifting it up as she contemplates using it before shaking her head and throwing it to ringside to the roar from the crowd
ROLLUP FROM BEHIND BY DEATH! Gemini was caught by surprise as the referee drops down for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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DEATH HAS THE TIGHTS
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THREE!!!!
Dr Death rolls out of the ring, celebrating defending their titles with a hurting El Mariachi as Skulltography look furious in the ring, once again have being screwed out of their tag team titles by the cheating ways of O’Death
WINNERS AND STILL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: O' DEATH
“NICE GUYS FINISH LAST”
With the match over, Gemini and Kpavio get back to their respective feet, taking in the outcome. Gemini puts her arm around him, consoling him after that disappointing loss. He wanted to do what was necessary to pick up the win but she wasn’t.
She takes her arm away and claps the fans in attendance, who’re giving Skulltography a standing ovation.
Kpavio puts his hand out and she takes it, smiling all the while.
KPAVIO DESTROYER!
RIPCORD KNEE!
RIPCORD KNEE!
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Out of no-where, Kpavio absolutely cleans the clock of Gemini and to boot, he kills her with fucking fire. He gets back to his feet, soaking in the boos from the crowd as he pulls her slowly and limply back to hers.
“You couldn’t do what needed to be done,” he growls. “I’ve spent my life protecting those who need protection, but I also need to help those who can’t help themselves. I’m sorry Gemini, but this is for your own good.”
He pulls her under…
PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!
KPAVIO CRUSHER!
NO!
HERE’S KAIJU CHIBA! CHIBA IS MAKING A B-LINE FOR THE RING!
Kpavio quickly releases her and slides to the outside, exiting the ring as quickly as he can. The Skull backs up the entrance ramp, watching as Chiba checks on Gemini, stroking her hair and trying to rouse her from an unconscious state.
He cares.
Unlike The Skull, who just ended Skulltography in brutal fashion.
Chiba looks back towards him, eyes of rage and a face of thunder.
There’s going to be hell to pay.
Cut.
“A MESSAGE FROM ME”
The day before Dead Or Alive.
Mannfred Curze, still with no leads as to the identity of the Vixen, paces a room deep within The Bleak. His thoughts and theories swirl around in his head, but his reverie is interrupted by the sound of a tap on his door. He opens it, and finds nobody there, but a small brown box sits on the step in front of the door. He takes in the box and unwraps it carefully. It’s a tape.
Curze is confused, but places the tape into an old, dusty player sitting on a shelf, and depresses the play button.
“Hello, Mannfred,” a voice says. The voice coming from the speakers is jarring, not least because in an effort to disguise their voice, they have altered it beyond all recognition.
“This is a message to you. I know you’ve been struggling, dear, since you were told about the poor, poor people of The Bleak going missing. Well let me tell you, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. You can trust me. They call me The Vixen, because I know how to use my talents to get exactly what I want. And what I want, Mannfred, is for you to stop looking for me. I want you to turn a blind eye if a couple of your least desirables go missing. I’ve taken the liberty of setting up a match for you at Dead Or Alive to test your mettle, but don’t go blaming your opponent Aarman, for any of this. He’s just a pawn in this game of chess.”
A cut to a darkened office, quiet, but with a muffled thud of music in the distance.
“Let’s see how he likes hearing a message from me. That should keep him busy for a while,” says a voice, free from the alterations heard by Mannfred. A male voice.
The owner of the voice steps out of the shadows, a smug, slick grin on his face.
It’s Aarman Fidel, in his office at The Eden Club! He’s The Vixen after all!
Cut.
Offering to face the Devil of the Wastes in the place of Destructo Boy, we find The Burned Man all on his own as the Sole Survivor faces Blacktooth in the hopes of settling the score…and taking the Double Feature Championship!
Blacktooth rushes at the Burned Man, looking to catch him off guard…but the Sole Survivor sees the attack quite well enough, taking the Devil on a one-way ride to the canvas with an arm drag!
This gets Blacktooth angry, but also realizing a need to rethink his strategy as shouts obscenities at the Arcadian Mummy…who simply responds with a chuckle before goading ol’ Tooth Rot to attack again!
This really raises the ire of Blacktooth, who lunges at TBM…only to be met with a forearm strike by the Sole Survivor instead!
TBM follows up with a couple more strikes before sending Blacktooth to the ropes, looking for a clothesline on the rebound…but gets caught with a shoulder tackle by the Devil instead!
This sends TBM crashing to the canvas, a good opening for Blacktooth to start stomping away at the Sole Survivor before turning him onto his stomach, looking to lock in a camel clutch!
MUTILATION–NO!
TBM manages to slip out of the Devil’s grip, taking the taller man down with an ankle pick before mounting up with some punches to the head of Blacktooth!
But the Devil’s had enough of TBM beating him at his own game, finally shoving the Arcadian Mummy off with force before getting back to his feet, and now it’s Blacktooth egging TBM on!
This turns out to be a mistake on his part, because here comes the Burned Man with a flurry of offense!
He rushes the Devil with some hard lefts and rights that actually shakes Blacktooth enough for TBM to take control, before the Sole Survivor hits the ropes for momentum…AND HITS A BIG CROSS BODY SPLASH ON TOOTH ROT!
That stuns Blacktooth as he crashes to the canvas, giving TBM an opportunity to make the cover!
ONE!
NO!
Blacktooth kicks out!
TBM brings the Devil back to his feet, realizing he needs to do more to put him away as the Sole Survivor goes for the STO!
MATCH STRIKER–NO!
Blacktooth breaks free before TBM can drop him to the canvas this time, leaping at the Arcadian Mummy as he starts trying to tear away at TBM’s bandages!
HE’S LOOKING FOR FRESH MEAT–BUT HE IS DENIED!
TBM takes advantage of a hanging bandage from his hand, wrapping it right around the arm of Tooth Rot to spin him around…before locking in a crossface chickenwing!
ETERNAL BURNING!
Blacktooth is rushing toward the ropes to escape the hold, but the Sole Survivor pulls him away…keeping the hold cinched in tight!
But the Devil refuses to surrender!
He’s slowly slipping out of the hold…AND TAKES ONE BIG BITE INTO THE ARM OF THE BURNED MAN!
TBM feels enough of that to finally break the hold, giving Blacktooth the opening he needs, releasing a blade from the bottom of his boot before kicking the Sole Survivor in the gut…and goes for the Enziguri!
WASTELANDER!
TBM is down, but is he out?
Blacktooth goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
TBM still has plenty of fight in him as he manages to kick out!
Blacktooth is nearly beside himself in frustration, but before he can get another bladed boot to the midsection he’s taken back down by the Arcadian Mummy!
TBM is mad and he can’t take it anymore, pummeling away at the Devil with lefts and rights!
Sensing their leader is in trouble, a couple Blood Runners come rushing into the ring to try and tear into the Sole Survivor…BUT HERE COMES DESTRUCTO BOY!
The heroic kid was not gonna sit idly by and let TBM fight his battle for him forever!
Destructo slides into the ring, unloading a flurry of offense on the Blood Runners before hitting the ropes for speed, connecting with a running corkscrew headbutt on one of the mercenaries!
IMPACT BREAKER!
But he’s grabbed from behind by the other Blood Runner, and the two trade blows…until Destructo sends him over the top rope to the outside! The other mercenary gets to his feet…but so does TBM, who sends him over and to the floor with a clothesline!
This leaves TBM alone in the ring once more with Blacktooth…but looks like his boys left him a present in the ring in the chaos.
Miss Liz.
Blacktooth stares at the chain and hook with a toothy grin on his face, reaching over to grab it…but TBM gets to it first, pulling it away from the reach of Tooth Rot!
TBM stares at the hook on the end of Miss Liz, and then at Blacktooth…before looking over at Destructo Boy.
The two stare at each other for just a moment before Blacktooth blindsides the Arcadian Mummy, yanking the chain away!
AND CLOCKS TBM WITH THE HOOK!
TBM crashes to the canvas as Blacktooth hits a curb stomp!
DIRT NAP, AND THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
An insane match ends with Destructo Boy’s attempt to help leading to The Burned Man falling to Blacktooth, who retains the title in the process!
WINNER AND STILL DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION: BLACKTOOTH
“ENOUGH”
The match is over, Blacktooth has disappeared from the ringside with his Blood Runners, but we’re still left with The Burned Man and Destructo Boy standing in the ring! And Burned Man looks absolutely furious as he stares down his supposed friend.
“What did I say?” The Mummy crosses his arms, scolding Destructo Boy who merely shrinks away, fists clenched.
“I just thought-“
“I know what you though, boy. But I’m asking what I said.”
“You said not to get involved.” The young hero looks up at The Burned Man who merely stands stoically, letting James stew in the silence as the crowd watches on.
“And you got involved, didn’t you? I told you to stay away because of who Black Tooth is. He’s vile, he’s bloodthirsty. You’re lucky you made it out in one piece.”
“But I’m fine!” Destructo Boy yells back, “I just wanted to help, to make sure you were safe.”
“You’re fine but you might not have been. It doesn’t matter what happens to me, boy. There’s nothing that can be done to me that hasn’t already been done.” Burned Man finishes speaking, leaving those words to hang in the air for a moment before reaching out and putting a hand on Destructo Boy’s shoulder, sighing as he does. “Enough is enough. You need to listen when I ask you to do something. I understand you want to help, I know you want to be a hero. But you need to learn when to not get involved. Keep playing hero and you might get burned.”
The Burned Man turns to leave, stopping at the ropes and looking back, motioning for Destructo Boy to follow.
And he does.
Both men exit the ring, heading up the ramp as the scene fades.
Cut.
It is the story of a dog, a pimp and a preacher. The story reaches its head tonight, with the pain of almost losing Colt being latched onto by the Preacher. Grimskull looks to defend his Rewind Championship and add to the turmoil that Drexl has created.
Drewitt sets his sights on Drexl. The pair lock horns as Grimskull looks on, the agony and frustration overflowing from Drewitt. Brutal right hands that overpower Big Slim. He lays into his foe, backing him into the corner.
DREWITT GRABS DREXL’S HEAD, PUSHING OFF THE TURNBUCKLE WITH BOTH FEET!
SIGHTSEER!
IMPLANT DDT DRILLS DREXL!
DREWITT IS NOWHERE NEAR DONE WITH BIG SLIM!
Continuing the early onslaught, Drewitt plants himself in a mounted position on Drexl’s chest, barraging him with elbow strikes about the head. Grimskull, looking on, merely watches the assault. Big Slim cannot get a breath in, let alone escape the barrage.
A PARTICULARLY VIGOUROUS ELBOW FINDS DREXL’S SKULL!
BIG SLIM FALLS LIMP… HE MAY BE OUT COLD!
Finally, here comes Grimskull, grabbing a heavily breathing Drewitt by the scruff of his neck and hurling him to his feet. Drewitt struggles against the Slum God’s clutches, but Grimskull holds him firm.
HE HEADBUTTS DREWITT WITH A SICKENING SOUND OF SKULL MEETING SKULL!
“Give in to it!” GRIMSKULL GROWLS…
A SECOND HEADBUTT DAZES DREWITT!
“Be free!”
DEATH TO HELLIONS!
THE DROP TOE HOLD DRILLS DREWITT INTO THE BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE!
He drags the Explorer away from the corner and hooks the leg into a pin.
ONE!
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TWO!
NO!
Drewitt is not giving in to the pain that easily. Grimskull gathers himself, and the Explorer slips out of the ring to recuperate with Colt standing watch as he does so.
Inside the ring, Grimskull sets his sights on Drexl. But Big Slim is already making his way to his feet and drives his shoulder into Grimskull’s sternum.
SHOULDER TACKLE STAGGERS GRIMSKULL, SENDING HIM BACK FIRST INTO THE ROPES!
MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE FROM DREXL!
BOTH MEN TUMBLE OUT OF THE RING!
NOW ALL THREE FIND THEMSELVES AT RINGSIDE!
The trio meet in somewhat of a standoff, Grimskull in the centre and both opponents on either of his flanks, each waiting for the other to move. Almost as one, the three lock up together in a flurry of fists and elbows. Their brawl takes themselves to the edge of the ring’s stage and all three men stand trading blows and teetering above the crowd.
DREWITT RUSHES AT GRIMSKULL, WHO DUCKS UNDER HIS INCOMING CLOTHESLINE!
DREXL TAKES THE OPPORTUNITY…
HE LINES UP THE UNBALANCED DREWITT
SPEED DIAL!
HE NAILS THE RUNNING SOMERSAULT CLOTHESLINE, HITTING DREWITT AND SENDING HIM FLYING OFF THE STAGE!
DREWITT DISAPPEARS FROM VIEW, FALLING TO THE GROUND BELOW!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
As the O-S-Dub chants erupt around Olympus, Grimskull and Drexl drag themselves away from the edge of the stage. Grimskull pushes Drexl back into the ring and slides in after him. Drexl takes off running, bounding into the ropes and coming back at Grimskull again.
RUNNING CROSS BODY!
NO!
GRIMSKULL CAUGHT BIG SLIM IN MID AIR!
POWERSLAM PLANTS DREXL!
Grimskull drags Big Slim into the corner, sitting him up against the turnbuckle and backing away. He soon charges back at him…
CANNONBALL FLIP!
MARTYR!
BUT NOBODY IS HOME!
DREXL HAD SLIPPED OUT OF THE WAY AND NOW HE SWOOPS IN TO PICK UP THE PIECES!
HIPPIE FLIP!
THE RUNNING SENTON BOMB HITS!
THE TABLES HAVE TURNED AND NOW THE CHAMP IS IN A PINNING PREDICAMENT!
ONE!
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TWO!
NO!
DREXL IS GOING TO HAVE TO HIT HIM WITH MORE TO KEEP THOSE SHOULDERS DOWN!
And that seems to be exactly what Drexl has in mind. He grins and kisses the rings on his fingers, before driving them into the face of Grimskull!
ANGEL TEARS!
THE SOUND OF METAL GRINDING AGAINST PURE BONE AS THE RINGS FIND THEIR TARGET!
GRIMSKULL RELISHES THE PAIN AS THE RINGS BLIND HIM!
DREXL ISN’T GOING TO MAKE HIM TAP LIKE THAT!
Instead, he grabs Grimskull by the skull and pulls him to his feet, into a pumphandle position. With his foe in position, he humps the champion like one of his bitches and hurls him up.
BOOTY C- NO!
GRIMSKULL SLIPS OUT THE BACK DOOR!
LESSON!
THE SUPERKICK DELIVERS A LESSON IN STANDARDS!
DREXL FALLS BACK INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
And Grimskull has had enough. The Preacher looks out over the crowd, reaches up… and removes his head. Holding his head up in the air like a trophy, he lines up Drexl and begins swinging.
PEACE AND LOVE! HE’S GOING TO SPIKE DREXL WITH HIS SKULL!
BUT A VOICE CALLS OUT… DREWITT’S VOICE!
“Sick-em!”
AND IN COMES COLT!
COLT LAUNCHES AT GRIMSKULL AND TAKES THE SKULL IN HIS JAWS!
Drewitt climbs the steps back towards the ring as Drexl rights himself. He sees the head of Grimskull, in the jaws of Colt…
SUPERKICK!
HE NAILED COLT WITH THE KICK! THE DOG HITS THE CANVAS!
THE SKULL CAUGHT THE IMPACT OF THE BLOW AND SOARS ACROSS THE RING BEFORE HITTING THE GROUND!
Drexl doesn’t seem to spot Drewitt entering the ring.
ARDUOUS JOURNEY! NO!
DREXL WITH THE WHEELBARROW STUNNER OUT OF NOWHERE!
COLD TURKEY!
DREWITT GOES DOWN LIKE A TWO DOLLAR HOOKER, DREXL’S KILLED HIM WITH FIRE!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
DREXL HAS DONE IT!
HE TAKES THE VICTORY!
Your winner and NEEEEEW Rewind Champion is Drexl. He fought as hard as he plays, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer tonight.
WINNER AND NEW REWIND CHAMPION: DREXL
“CONNECTION”
We find Narcissa Balenciaga backstage, trolling her way through a wardrobe where her latest creations are held. She pulls out her in-ring attire from the wardrobe and holds onto it while thumbing through the rack of her other creations. She utters notes to a young assistant next to her about alterations needed to different items, but comes to a stop mid-sentence when the pair are interrupted by a familiar figure.
Colt Ramsey. He saunters into the room, smirking with a confident swagger. He takes a quick snapshot of Narcissa before she has time to register his presence properly, then lowers his camera in slow motion, putting on his best ‘pouty lip’ face. In his head, Colt thinks he’s looking irresistible.
In reality, he looks like a toolbag.
Narcissa is caught somewhat speechless, but Colt has no problem filling the awkward silence as the assistant steps away.
“Candid shot. Natural beauty. The type of look that you cannot pose for.”
Narcissa narrows her eyes.
“So you beat me in the ring, I see it’s gone straight to your ego. I’m surprised you could fit that head through the door.”
Colt laughs, a laugh that is calculatedly playful. He reaches out and touches her shoulder.
“Oh, you.” He lets the simple sentiment hang in the air for an awkward moment. “Remember that you told me we could talk if I beat you. That was all the inspiration I needed.”
Naricssa’s expression is impossible to read. She breathes deeply, exhaling through her nose.
“I only said that because I thought there was no way you could possibly get the job done. An error on my part.”
Colt continues to stroke her shoulder, letting his fingers tussle the tips of her hair.
“Nobody’s perfect, Narcy-Doll. But you’re pretty damned close.”
His mouth curls into a smile
“You cannot deny that there is something between us. A connection. Are you honestly telling me you don’t feel that chemistry in the air right now?”
Narcissa says nothing. Her expression is still unreadable. She’s learnt in life to play your cards close to your chest. Colt has no problem continuing the conversation.
“I want to take you out, show you a night you’ll never forget. You and me, doll, we’re good together. Let’s explore this connection between us.”
Narcissa does not reply. She does not speak, or blink. She simply stares at Colt without expression. Colt’s confidence doesn’t seem deterred.
“Think about it. Really think. I’ll leave you with that, you know how to find me to give me your answer.”
With that, Colt raises his camera and takes another ‘candid’ before taking his leave.
Cut.
“CLOCKING OUT”
Deathrow Wrestling.
Harold Attano stands before a broken mirror using a damp washcloth. He gave it his all at Dead Men Walking but it wasn’t quite enough. He looks down to wet his washcloth and then returns to the mirror, only now he’s not alone.
Gustav Morgue is there.
“Just the man I was looking for,” he muses. Harold turns around, bemused. “You were quite impressive last week.”
Harold doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t even smile.
“And I was thinking that an enigma like you might make for a perfect collectable,” he says with a grin.
Suddenly, he reaches out with a chloroform rag, slamming it against Mr. Nobody’s face. Harold tries to struggle but the rag is too strong, knocking him out cold within moments. Gustav catches his body as it falls, backing away with it in drag.
But he suddenly stops.
Not because of an attack of conscience – of course not. He stops because he’s bumped into something or someone from behind.
The Cleaner.
“You know, this is the second time I’ve caught you trying to take something that doesn’t belong to you,” he reminds him. Gustav drops the body and turns, brandishing something silver. “And you remember what-”
WHAM!
KNIFE TO THE GUT!
Oh my God.
Morgue slices The Cleaner open, through his suit, from side to side.
His guts begin spilling out of his abdomen as he scrambles to try and hold them. Morgue smiles sinisterly.
“Don’t try and put them back in, you mook,” he says with an evil tone. “I’ve got some stuffin’ for exactly that.”
The Cleaner groans in agony.
“Just die, mother fucker. It’s time to clock out.”
Leaving Attano alone, The Cleaners eyes close as he dies before our eyes and Morgue drags him away in his place.
The Cleaner is dead – a victim of Gustav Morgue.
Cut.
Tonight, the VHS Championship is up for grabs as The Puppetmaster Felix Foley defends against V1sion in what will surely be a show to see!
The bell rings as Foley and Vision circle one another, looking to feel each other out. Foley shoots in for a single-legged takedown—
Deftly sidestepped by Vision!
Right hand by Foley—
Nothing but air as Vision bobs to avoid it!
Felix with a big left hook—
Finds a huge amount of nothing!
Vision weaved out of the way and dashes for the ropes, but Felix follows, charging at Vision as he rebounds off the ropes—
BIG BOOT!!
THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR DODGING!!
Vision ducks under and surprises Foley from behind—
DRAGON SLEEPER!!
HELLO DARKNESS, MY OLD FRIEND!!
Darkness begins to overtake Foley as he struggles to create a gap between Vision’s arm and his neck. Sensing this, Vision falls back, taking Foley with him and wrapping his legs around The Puppetmaster, grapevining his body.
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FELIX HAS GONE LIMP!
The ref lifts up Foley’s arm and releases—
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IT DROPS TO THE MAT!
ONE!
The ref lifts the arm up again—
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TW—
NO!
Felix catches his arm before it falls to the mat, reaching out and flailing his arms! He rolls onto his side with all his strength—
FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
ROPE BREAK!
The Awoken One lifts Foley off the mat, but The Puppetmaster quickly snatches Vision onto his shoulders—
DEATH VALLEY DRIVER—
COUNTERED INTO A DDT BY THE THIRD EYE!
The Awoken One climbs to the top turnbuckle. He steadies himself, then takes to the air—
LEAP—
OF—
FAITH—
CAUGHT IN MID FUCKING AIR!
Foley was playing possum! He smiles before throwing him overhead—
FALLAWAY SLAM!!
VISION’S THE FALL GUY!
Foley rolls back into a cover—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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NO!!
SHOULDER UP BEFORE THE REF’S HAND EVEN COMES DOWN!!
Foley isn’t letting up, and he picks up Vision and sets him on the top rope, hooking his leg in the rope turnbuckle and pressing his upper body down—
VISION IS UPSIDE DOWN IN THE TREE OF WOE!
As the Friendly One runs to the opposite corner the crowd sees that Vision managed to untie the top turnbuckle pad, which he tosses out of the ring just before Foley begins his sprint back at him, launching himself at the trussed-up Vision—
BIG DROPKICK TO THE FACE!
FELIX’S FUNHOUSE!
Vision limply drops to the mat and Foley quickly covers, hooking the leg—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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DOES FELIX HAVE IT??
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NO!!
KICK-OUT AT 2.999999 AD INFINITUM!!
Felix can’t believe it! He lifts The Awoken One off the canvas, but is suddenly blinded by two thumbs gouging his eye sockets
VISION EXPOSED FOLEY’S BLINDSPOT!
Felix struggles to get free as Vision takes him down to the mat. He scratches and claws at Vision’s hands, desperately trying to free his grip as the referee attempts to intervene…
RIGHT HAND TO THE ARM BY FELIX!
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NO DICE!
VISION’S THUMBS REMAIN ENTRENCHED IN THEIR NEWFOUND HOME!
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SLAP TO THE CHEST BY FOLEY!
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VISION SIMPLY SHAKES IT OFF! THE THIRD EYE IS TRYING TO MAKE FOLEY A BLIND GUY!
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FOLEY LOOKS LIKE HE MAY HAVE TO TAP!
…
Felix feels around and finds Vision’s empty eye socket, and in a gruesome, last-ditch effort…
FOLEY FISHHOOKS IT TO BREAK THE HOLD!
Vision tumbles away for a moment while Foley shakes off the effects of nearly having his eyes popped. Sensing that Foley is still hurting, The Awoken grabs Felix by the hair and drags him to the corner with the exposed turnbuckle bolt, and begins forcefully bouncing Felix’s head off the exposed bolt—
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
And for Foley that sure wasn’t nice, as blood begins to flow freely from a gash in Felix’s forehead!
Vision then runs his hand over the exposed turnbuckle bolt getting a feel for its location before he starts to ascend the ropes with The Puppetmaster’s hair still firmly clutched in his fist. He has Foley in place as they stand over the exposed turnbuckle bolt.
“HEY, YA BLIND FUCKWIT! OVER HERE!”
Vision’s concentration is broken momentarily as the voice of Old Man Bertie seems to come from nowhere. Did The Puppetmaster just say that, or is that puppet actually lurking at ringside?
And that was just the distraction Foley needed. He kicks Vision in the gut—
CINCHES IN THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK—
AND YANKS VISION HEADFIRST TO THE CANVAS FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!
AVALANCHE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT!!!
WABAM!!!
FELIX JUST CUT THE STRINGS!!!
A bloodied, frenzied, Friendly Felix fanatically falls fervently onto Vision for the pin—
ONE!
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THAT HAS TO HAVE DONE IT!
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TWO!!
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AND STILL??
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THREE???
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YES!!!
THREE!!!
AND STILL OSW VHS CHAMPION!
Foley got by with a little help from his friends, retaining his title in an exhausting match!
WINNER AND STILL VHS CHAMPION: FELIX FOLEY
“ONE BAD DAY”
The Gallery.
It’s a familiar scene.
Jackson Cade, gun at the ready, carefully infiltrating The Gallery.
But this time, he has a mission beyond bringing in Jasper Redgrave.
…by the book, of course.
No, this time Jackson is there by the request of Stubbins Doom, to fill a vial with Redgrave’s blood.
For what purpose he does not know, but he does know that Doom has promised to arm Cade in such a way that he’ll be able to bring Jasper Redgrave in the way he wants to.
By the book.
Walking through the brutal displays of the Gallery, Cade enters a familiar alcove, one with a door on either side. One side is closed, with the mummified body of a random Slum citizen on the floor in front of it.
Exhibit A.
The other is wide open.
In front of it stands a small lectern, with an interesting item atop it.
A small vial of blood.
With a letter beneath it.
“Little Eagle, tell Doom that I knew he would underestimate my reach. Good luck to him. He’s going to need it.”
Perseus grabs the vial, and transfers the blood into the one given to him by Stubbins Doom.
As soon as the vial is full, a light turns red on it and it flies out of Cade’s grasp, presumably to make it to the Champion before his match.
Shaking his head, Cade could turn around and leave. His mission has been completed, as strangely as it happened.
But the door is open, and the sense of dread in his heart has not abated.
With a deep breath, Cade walks through the door.
Whereas months ago he found Exhibit B here, a box that has caused him much inner-turmoil…
…what’s in the box, anyway?
Now, the Specialist finds something very different.
His jaw drops as he takes in the scene before him.
There in the center of it all sits the box. But no longer is it alone.
Now bloody hands hold it, their deformed fingers almost growing into the box itself. Flayed skin is draped over the skeletal remains of the connected arms and body, each piece carefully placed to catch Jackson’s eye.
Blood flows down the bones into the box, which now practically floats on a sea of blood.
Art, Redgrave would call it.
But all Jackson Cade sees is the face atop the body.
Riggs. His mentor.
The same man Redgrave spared months ago.
Standing around Riggs are a woman and child.
His family.
Their bodies have received the same treatment, their blood flowing into that same pool.
Jackson Cade falls to his knees, but before he can let out a cry of anguish his eyes lock onto something else laid out for him.
Another letter.
“Little Eagle, what did I tell you? Retirement means nothing in the face of One Bad Day. You want your answers, you want to know why all this is happening? You already know the answer, you had it all along, and now his blood is on your hands. All of their blood is. Your bad day isn’t here yet, but it will be soon.”
Roaring, Jackson Cade hoists up his gun.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
He obliterates the box, ripping it to shreds.
His anger not sated, Cade seems ready to go crazy, but something stops him.
The blood has now pooled around his feet, and the contents of the box come to a stop at his feet. He looks down with a tear in his eye to see that which has haunted him for months.
Himself.
What was in the box was a mirror.
And now it’s covered in the blood of people he worked so hard to save.
Seeing the look in Cade’s eyes, Jasper may have had it wrong.
It may his one bad day that is coming.
Because the Little Eagle has blood on his mind.
Redgrave’s blood.
Cut.
The seemingly unstoppable Mad Scientist has reigned supreme as World Champion since the beginning of Olympus but now he faces off against a brutal adversary in the Artist. Can Jasper create his greatest masterpiece or will the Doctor’s alliance with Jackson Cade be his undoing?
The bell sounds as Jasper explodes out of the corner, nearly decapitating Doom with a brutal Lariat. The champion stumbles up to his feet into a flurry of heavy lefts and rights before he’s gripped around the collar and Biel Tossed nearly through the turnbuckles. Doom slowly pulls himself up, groggy but just able to dodge out of the way as Jasper comes rushing forward with an Avalanche attempt.
Doom stumbles away, Jasper trying to grab him by the back of the head but a low kick gives Doom just enough distance to click a button on his wrist as his drones fly in out of nowhere, circling Jasper and beginning to rapid fire rockets at the Artist.
THE MAD MONOLOGUE, OR TO DRONE ON!
The ring is covered in a cloud of fog from the heat and tiny shrapnel exploding everywhere, Jasper trying to bat away the drones and clear the air all while Doom backs up, slowly sizing up the distracted Redgrave before running forward
HOVER, NO BOTHER
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JASPER CATCHES DOOM IN MID-AIR!
The Artist smiles a wicked smile, Doom trying to slip out but Redgrave is using his superior strength to hold Doom in place. Jasper wipes away the blood on his chest, throwing Doom up high before grabbing him in mid-air
SPLATTERED EXPRESSION! POP UP CHOKESLAM!
That very well could be it there as Jasper covers the world champion, the referee quickly dropping down for the count
ONE
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TWO
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………………DOOM GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Jasper backs up, that same sadistic smirk etched on his face as he slowly waits for Doom to get to his feet. The Good Doctor slowly stumbles up to his feet as Jasper spins around,
WHOOSH!
STUBBINS THROWS A HANDFUL OF BLACK SAND INTO THE FACE OF JASPER REDGRAVE!
The Artist rolls around on the mat, trying to get the sand out of his eyes, but they’re…
…crawling over his body?
“Nano bots.” Doom says with a grin. “Coded to your blood.”
That’s why he wanted Cade to get Jasper’s blood?
The black sand… no, the black nano-bots, crawl around Jasper’s body, searching for any opening they can find.
And unfortunately for Jasper, he’s got more than enough.
The Artist screams out as they penetrate his open wounds, infiltrating his very blood stream.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” Doom taunts as a very weakened Jasper gets to his knees.
Doom reaching out a hand to lift him up, Jasper groggily reaching out not seeing the sparks erupting from his hands
BRAINS OVER BRAUN! That heavy electrical pulse flows through Jasper who’s screaming in pain, Doom unleashing volt after volt into the Artist as the referee tries to pull the world champion off.
Finally Doom lets go, Jasper damn near smoking from the shock treatment as the nano bots continue to ravage him from the inside out. Doom just smirks before beginning to hover higher and higher in the air above Jasper before suddenly dropping
HOVER, NO BOTHER GOOMBA STOMP STYLE!
That has to be it there, Jasper looks out cold as Doom drops down for the cover, not even bothering to hook the leg as the referee drops down for the pin
ONE
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TWO
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THRE….
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JASPER JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Doom looks pissed for a moment but shakes it off, once again charging up his gauntlets as he’s looking to make an extra crispy Artist here tonight. He slowly pulls Jasper up but the Artist manages to slip out of his grasp
SANGUINE ABSURDISM! DISCUS LARIAT OUT OF NOWHERE!
Doom is down but Jasper doubles over, the nanobots still tearing him up inside as the Artist can barely stay on his feet let alone continue the attack. Wincing in agony, Jasper reaches inside his pants, pulling out a razor sharp knife but he doesn’t turn it on the world champion. Instead, gritting his teeth, he reaches up
AND SLICES INSIDE OF HIS OWN MOUTH!
Jasper screams out in pain, dropping the blade as blood begins to pool down his face. Doom slowly gets up to his feet, seeing the bloodied and hurting Jasper as he smiles sadistically but as he goes to pull Jasper up to his feet, Redgrave spits blood into his face
Doom staggers back, wiping his eyes with disgust but as he looks down, he doesn’t see red
He sees only black as the nanobots swarm his hand.
Doom yells out in fear, electricity arcing around him as he destroys the nanobots going after Jasper’s blood, distracting the world champion just for a moment as Jasper rushes forward
SUPERKICK!
Doom is nearly knocked out cold by the kick, staggering back into the ropes as Redgrave spins around
BACK ELBOW! COLLAGE OF VIOLENCE!
Doom drops to his knees but Jasper doesn’t let him fall, lifting him up high into a suplex
AS HE SHOWS THE WORLD CHAMPION A PORTRAIT OF A KILLER WITH A STIFF SIDE SLAM!
The Artist falls to one knee, running on pure adrenaline as the nanobots took most of the energy from him but he powers himself up. Knowing he has one shot left, he pulls the hurting Doom up to his feet
KICK TO THE GUT
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK
SYMPHONY OF….
NO!
Doom slips out, double legging Jasper before sending him flipping back into the corner skull first. Jasper staggers out,
WATCH MY RIGHT HAND! A brutal torpedo right drops Jasper on the mat, easy pickings
AS DOOM BREAKS HIS JAR WITH A SICKENING PUNT KICK!
That has to be it there as Doom drops down, completely exhausted for the cover as the referee counts
ONE
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TWO
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THRE…..
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THREE!
Stubbins Doom once again remains the OSW World Champion but he had to once again use those wonderful gadgets of his to put down the very game Artist here tonight.
WINNER AND STILL OSW WORLD CHAMPION: STUBBINS DOOM
“CHARITY”
There’s a stillness in the hooded figures as they gather in The Altar. Vision himself is at the centre of the room.
“I’m here. Just like you asked,” comes a voice from the back of the room. Grimskull. “I hope you’re not going to give me a repeat of the pitiful sermon you gave last time you brought me here.”
Vision smiles.
“Of course not. You heard what I needed you to hear the one time, I won’t repeat it. Today I’ve asked you here to show you the next facet of the prism. If you’d follow me, please.”
Grimskull walks carefully down the centre of the room, past each of the cloaked figures, and follows Vision through a door on the opposite side of the room. They continue up a spiral staircase and into a long corridor, which multiple doors. Vision knocks on one and upon hearing “come in” from whoever is inside, leads Grimskull inside.
The occupants of the room are a young couple, with a child who can’t be any older than one year old. They sit together on a bed in one corner of the room, the child asleep in the mother’s arms.
“And who are these people?” Grimskull asks.
The couple have a look of hurt in their eyes.
“I’m glad you asked,” says Vision. “This couple and their son were destitute, and at their wits end. They were not able to continue living where they were before, and they did not know how they could support their son with even the basics. A roof over his head. Food and drink. We took them in here at The Altar. We ask nothing from them.”
“And this is something to be commended? If they cannot provide for themselves, do they not have friends, family, a congregation of their own to ask? Why here? Why you?”
“That’s the interesting part. This family came from The Slums. They were afraid they could not sustain a life under your guidance, Grimskull. They were reticent to come here, because of the lies you spread about The Third Eye attacking you, but they soon came to realise we meant them no harm. All we offered was charity. Charity is the next step up from Empathy. Empathy is understanding the pain and hardship others are going through. Charity is giving what you have to help ease that burden. Charity is the green facet of the prism. And somewhat ironically, Grimskull…”
Vision stands and motions towards the door, leading Grimskull away from the family.
“…they say charity starts at home.”
Cut.
LAMBS TO THE SLAUGHTER
It’s finally that time of the evening.
Twenty lambs will step into the ring, looking for an opportunity to headline Ring of Dreams XI.
These lambs will enter at two minute intervals until all have entered.
They can be eliminated by pinfall or submission.
And the winner is the last Lamb standing, having survived the Slaughter.
Blood will flow.
Lives will be changed forever.
In one of the most iconic Old School Wrestling matches…
Lambs to the Slaughter.
#1
The lights dim in the arena as the opening chords of Danger Zone play throughout the arena. A spotlight shines on the entrance as Jackson Cade slowly begins to rise up from the floor on a platform. He stands at attention for a moment before making his way to the ring.
He stops at the ring steps, turning to salute the crowd before turning back and entering the ring as quickly as he can, taking to his corner and preparing.
#2
The snapping of cameras can be heard over the sound system, the lights atop the entranceway flashing in sync as “Girls on Film” begins to play.
As the drums and guitar kick in, we see Colt Ramsey making his way out, camera in hand.
He takes a couple quick snaps with a smirk on his face before making his way toward the steps until he’s up on the main stage.
He takes a couple more snapshots from the stage before making his way, approaching the ring.
Ding Ding Ding!
The bell sounds and Jackson Cade immediately rushes him, Colt quickly taking a snapshot with the camera that blinds him and sends him backwards. He swings wildly with a blinded right hand, but Colt ducks it, taking another photograph for good measure.
Cade swings a kick, getting nothing but air, finding himself quickly rolled up by the photographer.
ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!
Both men spring away from the pinfall and get back to their feet. Colt reaches for the dropped camera, but Jackson kicks it out of the way, lunging up with a knee that catches Colt clean on the jaw.
He stumbles backwards, being pushed back into the ropes and sent across the ring.
BREACH AND CLEAR!
Slingblade by Perseus!
The Cop – fed up and frustrated, grabs the camera and more importantly the strap that holds it, wrapping it around Ramsey’s throat as he struggles on the canvas.
Refusing to submit, the Photographer gets back to his feet whilst being choked, only Cade forcibly runs him over the top rope!
HE’S HANGING RAMSEY BY HIS OWN CAMERA STRAP!
Colt struggles, kicking his legs, only the strap breaks and he falls to stage, holding his throat and coughing.
BUZZ!
#3
“Felix Foley’s Funhouse Theme” by The Funhouse Band – who’re live on the miniature entrance ramp stage, gets a tremendous ovation from the sold out crowd.
Green flashing lights adorn the entrance as Felix Foley comes bounding out from the entrance way, stopping to conduct his band with a large smile on his face. He nods in agreement with the music before slapping hands with all fans nearby.
With that only making him smile more, he theatrically stomps up the steps to the ring and rolls inside, ready to give Lambs to the Slaughter his best shot.
HOSTILE DOWN!
LEAPING SUPERKICK BY CADE! FOLEY JUST HAD HIS BLOCK TAKEN CLEAN OFF THE MINUTE HE ENTERED THE FUCKING RING!
Jackson leaps into the cover…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NO!
PITCH BLACK
THE RED LIGHT! THE RED LIGHT!
DID FOLEY KICK OUT!?
NO-ONE KNOWS!
We hear fumbling in the darkness, unaware of what’s going on until finally the lights come back on and Foley is on the outside.
Jackson Cade meanwhile is hanging in a tree of woe in the corner. What the fuck just happened? Foley, bemused and groggy, slides back into the ring and starts stomping away at Cade as he hangs.
Boot after boot!
Jackson drops on his head and hits hard. Ramsey on the other hand slides back into the ring and grabs Felix from behind, turning him into a violent uppercut that stumbles him backwards.
He grabs him and pushes him into the ropes, sending him across the ring and dropping him with a Clothesline on the return. Colt quickly grabs his camera and secures it with a referee at ringside before turning to see that Cade is now storming him.
BIG BOOT!
NO!
He ducks it, Neckbreaker! Down goes Cade again…
He covers…
ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!
BUZZ!
#4
“Candy Man” hits the speakers, and Teddy O’Toole tumbles from the back and onto the entrance ramp, reaching his feet just in time to do a little dance number.
He takes off his hat, shirt and vest combination before he shuffles and kicks all the up the stairs and into the ring, where Pandemonium awaits him.
O’Toole stops short of entering the ring, standing on the ring apron with a big old smirk on his face.
Ramsey gets up and rushes him…
CANE TO THE SKULL!
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
THE WHIPLASH ON RAMSEY AS HE HIT THE CANVAS WAS IMMENSE!
Teddy enters the ring and takes his cane violently to the mid-section of Colt, slamming it into his guts with everything he has.
And here comes Foley. He swings it at the Puppetmaster, KNOCKING HIM DOWN THE CANVAS TOO!
The Candy Man is cleaning house. He waits for Jackson to get back to his feet and when he does, lunges with another strike!
NO!
The Cop blocks it with a forearm, both men recoiling. Teddy quickly grabs the other end and runs Cade back into the corner, trying to choke him as the APD Specialist does his best to block it.
LOW BLOW!
LOW BLOW BY JACKSON CADE TO TEDDY O’TOOLE!
Even the Officer seem surprised he had it in him. He snatches the cane and does a little jig, mocking the Candy Man.
CANE TO THE SKULL OF O’TOOLE!
Cade covers…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NO! KICK OUT BY TEDDY!
BUZZ!
#5
The droning opening of cornandbeans’s “Hollow Man” reverberates from the speakers as the lights begin to dim across the arena. As time passes, the lights from behind the entrance ramp light up, revealing a full body silhouette of a man from behind the curtain. As the song begins to pick up, the lights return to their original brightness as The Burned Man bursts through the curtain.
He scans the crowd for a little while before suddenly making a mad dash to the ring.
The Burned Man pops up the steps and CLOTHESLINE BY COLT RAMSEY AT THE TOP!
He almost takes his fucking head off!
Colt pulls The Burned Man back to his feet and whips him into the steel ring post, only TBM reverses, sending Ramsey instead!
BASEBALL SLIDE TO THE OUTSIDE!
The Sole Survivor SIDESTEPS IT!
IT’S JACKSON CADE!
The Cop lands on his feet and immediately starts trading with The Burned Man – both men laying into each other with right and left hands.
Meanwhile, back in the ring, Teddy O’Toole and Felix Foley are back to their feet and brawling.
Teddy drops Foley with a right hand and looks to the outside. Ramsey charges into Cade and all three men are brawling now on the outside.
O’TOOLE RUNS…
DIVING SWANTON BOMB OVER THE TOP FUCKING ROPE!
SUGAR BOMB TO ALL THREE! SUGAR BOMB! SUGAR BOMB!
ALL FOUR MEN GO DOWN!
The Candy Man slowly gets back to his feet, his blow cushioned by the soft heads of those he landed on. He bows to the crowd and turns around…
DOUBLE AXE HANDLE SMASH BY THE PUPPETMASTER!
BUZZ!
#6
The lights dim as the opening cords to Nothing personal by Night Riots plays out and the crowd instantly begins to boo.
We’re stars now, can’t you see?
The center of the world is lonely me.
Float along through the catacombs.
The endless cycle flesh to bones.
Damien Wolfe appears at the top of the entrance his face contorted into a gruff frown.
As the song ramps up and begins to saunter to the ring.
As Wolfe begins walking towards the steps…
HERE COMES FELIX FOLEY RUNNING DOWN THEM LIKE A MAN POSESSED!
HE REACHES THE FOURTH STEP FROM THE BOTTOM AND LEAPS OFF!
CANNONBALL STRAIGHT INTO DAMIEN FUCKING WOLFE!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Both men tumble to the floor with a giant thud.
They slowly start getting back to their feet, fighting by the entrance ramp now. Foley grabs Damien and drags him to the metal barrier that separates the fans and the entrance, slamming him headfirst into it.
Felix drags him away, looking for a DOUBLE ARM DDT on the floor!
CUT THE STRINGS!
NOOOOO!
OVERHEAD SUPLEX BY THE CONSERVATOR!
Both men slam once again in the hard floor!
The fans are roaring them on, willing them both back to their feet and slowly but surely, here they come…
PITCH BLACK!
RED LIGHT! RED LIGHT!
It’s back again!
We can’t see a fucking thing.
When the lights come back on, both Wolfe and Felix stand unharmed.
Not a hair on their head has been touched!
But stood before them is now a table, with barbed wire strapped to it!
BUZZ!
#7
A white light floods the arena.
“Time of Dying” by Three Days Grace blasts from the speakers as none other than Dr. Death walks through the entrance with the aid of his trusty cane, and he’s flanked by his twitching valet Nurse Frightengale.
He stops at the ramp and holds out his cane for Frightengale to take, placing his cane in her hand as if he were passing a surgical instrument, and dashes to the ring…
HERE COMES DR. DEATH!
He rounds the corner to see the table, Foley and Wolfe – but doesn’t even hesitate, rushing at The Puppetmaster.
HURICANRANNA!
DOWN GOES FOLEY!
Wolfe runs around the table at him but gets ran STRAIGHT into the fucking entrance block! Death lifts his ass up, pushing him on top of the block where Foley’s band once stood!
What the fuck is he thinking? The Lucha Doc climbs up, pulling Damien back to his feet and kicking him low, dropping him to a knee for good measure.
What’s he going to do?
CANADIAN DESTROYER!
FRONT…
FLIP…
PILEDRIVER!
THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE TABLE BELOW!
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
THERE’S CARNAGE EVERYWHERE!!
DAMIEN WOLFE AND DR. DEATH ARE COVERED IN BARBED WIRE AND BROKEN TABLE!
The fans are going ballistic at ringside, chanting Holy shit as we head back into the ring!
The Burned Man has Teddy O’Toole in position…
THE THIRD DEGREE!
PUMP HANDLE SLAM INTO DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
O’TOOLE SLIDES OUT AT THE TOP…
HE PUSHES THE MUMMY AWAY AND INTO AN ONRUSHING CADE
HOSTILE DOWN!
SUPERKICK! SUPERKICK!
BUZZ!
#8
As the opening strums of Threnoi by Deuteronomium the arena falls black and a fog rolls in. A light hits the entry way where Mannfred slowly rises out of the darkness, his cold dead eyes barely acknowledging those around him.
He slowly moves towards the ring, shambling his way as if nobody is around. He makes his way up the stairs, and climbs into the ring calmly as he turns to barely acknowledge what is going on around him.
Having walked past the carnage at ringside, Mannfred ducks a Clothesline by Teddy O’Toole, scooping him up.
PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!
BAPTIZED IN FILTH!
He can barely get off the canvas though as here comes Colt Ramsey with a running knee, smashing right into his fucking jaw.
He drops into the cover…
ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!
NOT QUITE!
We’re eight people deep in Lambs to the Slaughter and there’s twelve to go!
Ramsey gets back to his feet, being rolled up by Cade…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NO! RAMSEY KICKS OUT!
Jackson springs away…
ROLL UP BY MANNFRED CURZE ON CADE!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NO! CADE KICKS OUT!
Mannfred, Cade and Colt Ramsey get back to their feet, each smiling at the cheeky rollup attempt.
Suddenly, here comes Felix Foley!
Foley slides into the ring, rolling up Mannfred from behind…
ONE…
COLT RAMSEY DUCKS UNDER A CLOTHESLINE BY CADE…
TWO…
THREE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
FULL NELSON LEGSWEEP FACEBUSTER!
FIT TO PRINT ON THE APD OFFICER!
Foley and Curze get back to their feet, Curze kicking him low…
WICKED PRAYER TO FOLEY!
CRUCIFIX BOMB LUNG-BLOWER!
AND FELIX ROLLS TO THE OUTSIDE, HITTING THE FLOOR!
BUZZ!
#9
TGIF by K Flay blasts through the speakers of the arena.
Walking down the ramp are models dressed in Narcissa Balenciaga’s finest designs!
The ramp has become a runway!
After the impromptu fashion show, the models stand across from each other to create an arch for Narcissa to enter.
She slowly walks through it and nods to the crowd as she waits to pick her spot…
As Narcissa stands before the models, she looks at the carnage before her as they back away.
Dr. Death and Damien Wolfe stirring.
She goes to approach, but is suddenly span around.
NURSE FREIGHTENGALE!!
SHE SPEWS BLACK LIQUID IN THE FACE!
HOLY SHIT!
SHE BLINDS NARCISSA!
The Fashion Designer stumbles backwards, being leapt on by the Nurse who starts scratching and clawing away at her face. Narcissa finally kicks her off, removing the gunk from her eyes to realize that’s she done.
ONLY DR. DEATH ISN’T.
LETHAL INJECTION!
HANDSPRING CUTTER TO NARCISSA!
Death finally makes his way to the ring, walking up the ring steps and leaping onto the ring apron.
He pulls himself up using the top rope, straight INTO THE AIR…
LEAPING… SPINNING… HEART PUNCH!
DEFIBRILLATION!
DOWN… GOES… MANNFRED CURZE!
The Lucha Doc quickly kips up, heading to the corner and immediately pulling himself up. He’s looking for the Painkiller.
But wait!
The Burned Man rushes towards him, SLAMMING AT HIS FEET ON THE TURNBUCKLE!
NO!
THE DOC RUNS ACROSS THE TOP ROPE WITH INSANE AGILITY!
CUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTEEERRR!!
LEAPING CUTTER OFF THE TOP ROPE TO A RISING COLT RAMSEY!
GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!
BUZZ!
#10
‘Fear and Delight’ hits the arena as a crowd of people appears at the entrance, holding Aarman in their arms as he lounges comfortably. They move forward, giant smiles on their faces but moving almost robotically as they place him down at the entrance.
Brushing off his suit, he undoes his jacket, tie and shirt, taking them off and handing them to those around him. He blows a kiss to the crowd before heading towards the ring.
We’re finally halfway!
The Lucha Doc is back to his feet as Aarman Fidel slides into the ring. The Burned Man has charged him back into the corner and is going to work with shoulder barges.
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
TBM turns around…
ARROW OF GREED AND DESIRE!
GOOOOOOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TO THE MUMMY BY FIDEL!
HE COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NO! THE BURNED MAN KICKS OUT!
Fidel can’t believe it, getting back to his feet and looking for another victim.
POISON LITACANRANNA!
PAINKILLER BY THE LUCHA DOC!
INTO THE COVER…
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
AARMAN FIDEL KICKS OUT!
But here comes Narcissa Balenciaga and she’s holding a steel chair!
STEEL CHAIR TO THE SKULL OF DR. DEATH!
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, SHE ALMOST TOOK HIS GOD DAMNED HEAD OFF!
She slams the chair down and watches as Teddy O’Toole gets back to his feet..
HANDSPRING CUTTER!
LETHAL INJECTION!
THE LATEST TREND BY NARCISSA TO O’TOOLE!
RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL FUCKING CHAIR!
She’s going to cover, but here’s a FUCKING PISSED OFF DAMIEN WOLFE!
AND HE’S GOT THE BARBED WIRE THAT TORE HIM TO SHREDS WRAPPED AROUND HIS FUCKING FISTS!
WHAT A LUNATIC!
BUZZ!
#11
The gentle strums of a guitar fill the arena.
“As soon as you’re born they make you feel small” the lyrics echo throughout the arena as the lights slowly begin to dim. A golden hue emanates from the lights above. They lyrics of John Lennon’s ‘Working Class Hero’ can be heard as Kpavio slowly emerges from the darkness, taking center stage.
He pauses for a moment, gazing around the arena, before directing his eyes towards the ring. Slowly but purposefully he begins his walk towards the ring, quickly sliding under the bottom as he arrives ringside. Prepared for battle.
BARBED WIRE RIGHT HAND TO NARCISSA BY WOLFE!
BARBED WIRE LEFT HAND TO KPAVIO AS HE SLIDES INTO THE RING!
BARBED WIRE RIGHT HAND TO COLT RAMSEY!
BARBED WIRE LEFT HAND TO JACKSON CADE!
IF YOU DARE FUCKING RISE, YOU’RE GETTING A BARBED WIRE RIGHT OR LEFT FUCKING HAND!
The Conservator roars with rage…
Kpavio though was saved by his mask!
He turns him around…
KPAVIO DESTROYERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
RIPCORD FLYING KNEE TO WOLFE!
KILL… IT…. WITH…. FIRE!
All he has to do is cover and surely Damien is out of here.
DARKNESS!
RED LIGHT! THE RED LIGHT IS BACK AGAIN!
Again?
When the lights finally return, Kpavio is led out on a ladder that sits across the middle two ropes, making an angle in the corner.
The Conservator doesn’t know what’s happened, but he’s not missing the opportunity. He grabs the first person he finds – Narcissa, and runs her FACE FIRST into he fucking ladder, using it as a Clothesline!
He ducks underneath and pulls Narcissa with him, putting her on his shoulder and standing on the top rope.
OH NO…
WHAT THE FUCK IS HE THINKING!?
JOKER DRIVER!
DEATH SENTENCE!
JOKER FUCKING DRIVER TO NARCISSA!
STRAIGHT THROUGH KPAVIO!
STRAIGHT THROUGH THE FUCKING LADDER!
KILL… IT…. WITH…. FIRE!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
THERE’S FUCKING CARNAGE EVERYWHERE!
BUZZ!
#12
The arena falls into darkness. A single stage light beams down on the entrance way as it begins to fill with a thick fog. “Paint it Black” by Leo Moracchioli begins hammering the sound system and the fog slowly begins to part until the silhouette of a man stands just behind the spot light. The silhouette takes full form as “The Artist” Jasper Redgrave steps into the light.
He shoots a menacing glare to the throne area before bending at the knees suddenly and smacking the stage with his right hand. Immediately, he bursts forward into a standing position with both arms raised in taunt before methodically making his way towards the steps that lead up to the stage..
Jasper Redgrave stands at the bottom of the stage and looks up. He knows precisely what carnage awaits him in the ring.
But he doesn’t go.
He just stands, taking it in.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAMINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGG
EAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLEEEEEE!
MACHO MAN ELBOW DROP FROM THE TOP OF THE FUCKING STAGE TO THE ENTRANCE BELOW, RIGHT ON TOP OF JASPER FUCKING REDGRAVE!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
THE FANS ARE ON THEIR FUCKING FEET!
Jackson Cade just dove from the top of the stage where the ring is, straight over the crowd and onto Jasper Redgrave who was making his entrance!
THEY’RE BOTH DOWN!
With the crowd going wild, we head back into the ring where Damien Wolfe has finally come to enough to cover Narcissa….
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
NARCISSA SOMEHOW KICKS OUT!
JESUS CHRIST!
Felix Foley is now back in the ring and spots Wolfe stirring. He grabs a broken piece of the ladder and drags it away from the carnage, placing it in the corner.
BUT IN CHARGES O’TOOLE!
NO! FOLEY MOVES!
BUT TEDDY LEAPS, USING THE HALF LADDER AS A SPRINGBOARD AND ACCCCEEEE CRUSSSHHHHERRR!
CHOCOLATE RAIN!
DOWN GOES THE PUPPETMASTER!
Teddy gets back to his feet, turning to see Colt Ramsey.
FLASH! A PHOTOGRAPH BY RAMSEY!
THAT BRAND NEW CHERRY FLAVOUR!
RED MIST BY O’TOOLE!
THEY BLIND EACH OTHER AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME!
BUZZ!
#13
ONE PUUUUUUUUNCH~!!!
The One Punch Man Theme Song hits the speakers like a bat out of hell, and Chiba steps out to roaring applause from the crowd.
As he walks up the stairs and into the ring, the crowd breaks into thunderous applause. Chiba smiles, and screams “CHIBAAAAAAA~!” The crowd scream it too. He steps over the top rope and into the ring.
As he steps into the ring, he lunges forward with a chop to the head of Teddy O’Toole and another for Colt Ramsey, dropping both powerfully.
He immediately storms over to Kpavio, double hand choking him back to his feet and tossing him aside like garbage. The Skull wisely rolls to the outside, holding his mid-section.
Chiba gives chase, stepping over the top rope and dropping down to meet him. Kpavio turns to see him, being picked straight up and…
CHIBA BOMB!
SPINNING SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!
STRAIGHT DOWN ON THE FLOOR!
THAT’S FOR GEMINI, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
The Big Man gets back to his feet, only to be BASEBALL SLID towards the edge of the stage!
He T-T-TEETERS and turns around…
DOUBLE ARM DDT!
CUT THE STRINGS!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
CHIBA DOESN’T MOVE! HE DOESN’T FUCKING MOVE!
He picks up Foley with his head within an arm and runs him straight back into the ring apron. As they land, out onto the apron steps The Burned Man. He stomps down at Chiba’s head before LEAPING OFF WITH AN ELBOW!
THE HERO CATCHES HIM AND THEN SPINS!
SPINE ON THE PINE!
SPINNNEEEEEEBUUSSTTTERRRRR!!
The monster is fucking unstoppable!
Kaiju gets back up and dusts himself off having taken out The Burned Man, Felix Foley and Kpavio.
POISON LITACANRANAAAAAAAAAAA!!
FUCKING DEATH SPRINGBOARDS OVER THE TOP FUCKING ROPE AND INTO THE HURRICANRANNA!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
CHIBA FUCKING CATCHES HIM!
POWERBOMB ONTO THE GOD DAMN RING APRON!
BUZZ!
#14
“Holding Out For a Hero” hits the arena as the crowd begin to go wild for the arrival of their hero. Destructo Boy slowly walks out onto the ramp, closing his eyes as he soaks in the cheers for a single moment, a slight smile and content washing over his face before he breaths deep, focus in his eyes as he rushes forward.
DB rushes down the stairs to the stage, swinging the sword wildly over his head as it turns into a whip, wrapping around the top rope before sending him flying forward, over the top rope and into a forward roll.
CLOTHESLINE FROM FUCKING HELL!
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
MANNFRED CURZE TOOK DESTRUCTO BOY’S FUCKING HEAD OFF!
He quickly picks the boy back up and pulls him beneath his legs…
CURZE PUTS DB IN THE CRUCIFIX POSITION!
WICKED PRAYER!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THE BURNED MAN PULLS BOY DOWN FROM THE MOVE!
ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM!
FINAL SPIRIT FROM BOY TO MAN! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
THIS IS EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!
Destructo Boy gets back to his feet, a little miffed by what he’s done, but he doesn’t have time to get mad because Mannfred Curze plants him with a Big Boot that sends him through the ropes to the outside!
DAMIEN WOLFE WITH A ROLL UP ON CURZE…
ONE…
TWO…
RED LIGHT!
OH FUCK!
NOT AGAIN!
The lights come back on and Damien Wolfe is up in the Crucifix. What the fuck just happened?
WICKED PRAYER!
CRUCIFIX BOMB LUNG BLOWER!
CONNECTED!
CURZE COVERS…
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
DAMIEN WOLFE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
DAMIEN WOLFE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
With Wolfe elimated, we’ve no time to mourn… as if we would. But the question does remain, what the fuck is up with that red light?
BUZZ!
#15
As Devil’s Got You Beat by Blues Saraceno begins to play a group of Blood Runners come out to the arena to clear the way. They stand on either side of the entrance as Black Tooth finally reveals himself. They finally exit, leaving him to point into the crowd with a smile.
But he’s not alone. Jackson Cade and Jasper Redgrave are brawling in the entrance way! As they slam back and forth with right and left hands, he casually walks past them with a sinister sneer.
Blacktooth heads towards the ring, but we’re sticking with Cade and Redgrave. The Artist finally gets some separation, nailing Cade with a low blow. He reaches inside his yellow jacket, taking off to reveal a surprise.
A FUCKING HAMMER!
Jackson puts his hand up.
HAMMER TO THE HEAD!
BLOCKED BY THE HAND!
THAT SURELY BROKE HIS FUCKING HAND!
Cade pops back to his feet but is ran with a shoulder back into the entrance stage!
HAMMER TO THE KNEE!
HAMMER TO THE SHOULDER!
REDGRAVE IS FUCKING DISMANTLING HIM!
As The Cop falls to a knee in agony, Jasper reaches down inside his pocket and pulls something out. He grabs the hand of Cade and slams it back into the entrance side stage.
AND HAMMERS A FUCKING NAIL THROUGH HIS GOD DAMN FUCKING HAND!
OH MY GOD!
HOLY SHIT!
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Jackson roars in agony as Redgrave grabs the other hand and HAMMERS A FUCKING NAIL IN THAT TOO!
JACKSON CADE IS NAILED TO THE FUCKING STAGE BY HIS FUCKING HANDS!
This is insanity.
BUZZ!
#16
‘Bringggggg’
The sound of a bell precedes the tones of a cash register in full working operation. The arena lights blacken before an ambient maroon light begins to flicker above the entrance to Olympus, signifying one thing.
We’re about to enter the Red Light District.
Drexl appears from behind the curtain, looking at Cade and Redgrave before carefully moving past them.
Redgrave meanwhile puts the hammer handle between the lips of Cade, ramming it in there like a stick to bite on.
“The Crucifixion of Jackson Cade,” Jasper muses with a smirk.
“Fuck…. You…” Cade mumbles, muffled, defiantly.
The Artist backs up…
CXOLLAGE OF VIOLENCE!
SUPERKICK TO THE FUCKING HAMMER IN THE FUCKING MOUTH OF JACKSON FUCKING CADE!
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
HE’S OUT! HE’S OUT!
SPINNING BACK ELBOW FOR GOOD MEASURE!
Jasper Redgrave leaves him there unconscious, a display for Olympus and Arcadia, heading back to the ring.
Drexl however is already there and ducks a Clothesline attempt by Kaiju Chiba, running into the ropes and coming back…
SPEED DIAL!
RUNNING SOMERSAULT CLOTHESLINE!
Meanwhile, Aarman Fidel and Mannfred Curze come face to face. The Vixen and the Night Haunter, face to face, flesh to flesh.
RIGHT HAND BY CURZE
LEFT HAND BY FIDEL!
RIGHT!
LEFT!
RIGHT!
LEFT!
Fidel takes the advantage, reaching back into his back pocket and pulling out a set of handcuffs.
HE HANDCUFFS HIM TO THE TOP ROPE!
With a smirk on his face, he finds the nearest weapon – a steel chair.
STEEL CHAIR TO THE SKULL OF CURZE!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
Fidel backs up and runs at him, as he limply lays against the ropes.
GOOOOORRREEEEEEEE!
ARROW OF GREED AND DESIRE!
STRAIGHT THROUGH THE FUCKING ROPES, SNAPPING THE GOD DAMN HANDCUFFS!
BOTH OF THEM SLAM INTO THE FLOOR!
BUZZ!
#17
“Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh”
The entrance stage is lined with the figures of the Third Eye figures, each brandished with the symbol of the Third Eye. Each with their eyes burned out. Their chanting, humming and low droning song paves the path that one man will follow.
Vision, the Awoken One appears, using his staff to guide his mind’s eye as “Fear of the Dark” by METAKLAPA echoes out, sung by the choir of druid-like figures. Slowly, V1sion approaches the ring.
He takes time to touch the steel of the turnbuckle before entering underneath the top rope.
As Vision makes his entrance, Aarman Fidel puts Curze back into the ring and covers…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
MANNFRED CURZE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
MANNFRED CURZE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
That’s only our second elimination and we’re sixteen people deep in this twenty person match.
Vision is charged by Teddy O’Toole!
THIRD EYE BLINDED!
DOUBLE KNEE FACEBUSTER TO THE CANDY MAN!
The Awoken One pops back to his feet, only to be Clotheslined over the top rope by The Burned Man!
Narcissa Balenciaga is in the corner, being worked over by Dr. Death. As he lays into her, Colt Ramsey appears from behind, turning him around and delivering an uppercut.
He drags him away, holding him for Narcissa who runs at him…
CLOTHESLINE TO DR. DEATH!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
DEATH DUCKED AND NARCISSA TOOK OUT RAMSEY!
She looks shocked, but there’s no time for that.
BY APPOINTMENT!
DESTINOOOOOOOO BY DR. DEATH TO NARCISSA!
HE PINS….
ONE….
TWO…
THREE!
NARCISSA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
NARCISSA BALENCIAGA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
As Death gets back to his feet, he’s met by Kpavio, who rolls him up…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
KAIJU CHIBA GRABS KPAVIO AND DRAGS HIM AWAY!
CHIBBBBBBAAA BOMB!
SPINNING SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!
IMMEDIATELY INTO THE SITOUT COVER….
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
KPAVIO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
BUZZ!
KPAVIO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
#18
The guitars of “Dogs of War” begin to play.
“Hmmmmmm, Hmmmmmm”
As the words kick in, Drewitt steps out into view.
“Hear the devil callin’Hear the devil callin’When I hear the devil callin’God will pay him for what he’s due”
Colt follows him out into view, and the pair stop at Jackson Cade.
Drewitt looks at Cade with empathy in his eyes, walking over and pulling the nails from his hands, one by one. Jackson falls to the floor, finally free from being on display, leaving Drewitt to make his way to the ring – his eyes on both Drexl and O’Toole.
Chiba gets back to his feet and reaches down for Kpavio, looking to dispatch him – but Kpavio isn’t having it.
SKULL MASK HEADBUTT TO THE MOUNTAIN OF A MAN!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
CHIBA FALLS TO A KNEE!
KPAVIO DESTROYER VARIATION!
FLYING KNEE! FLYING KNEE!
KAIJU CHIBA IS DOWN AND DREXL IS ON THE TOP ROPE!
STRAIGHT SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTEEERR!
DIVING HEADBUTT!
HE COVERS….
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
THANKS TO THE SKULL, KAIJU CHIBA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
KAIJU CHIBA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Drewitt enters the ring, dropping Drexl with a big Clothesline, wiping that shit eating grin off his dastardly face. He waits for him to get back up and runs him into the ropes, only Jasper Redgrave leaps in!
SUPERKICK!
AND THEN A SPINNING BACK ELBOW TO DREWITT INSTEAD!
COLLAGE OF VIOLANCE!
Redgrave is pissed that Drewitt dared interfere with his artistic masterpiece.
He pulls him up, looking for the Pedigree.
BUT THERE’S COLT RAMSEY FROM BEHIND, PULLING THE ARTIST OUT INTO A BACKDROP!
NO!
Redgrave lands on his feet and flips out.
KICK TO THE GUT OF RAMSEY
PEDIGREE!
PEDIGREE!
PEDIGREE!
SYMPHONY OF SYMMETRY!
HE GOT IT ALL!
HE COVERS…
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!
COLT RAMSEY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
COLT RAMSEY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
We’ve had six eliminations and there’s 12 people left in this match with two on the way! One of which is coming now…
BUZZ!
#19
The opening riff from “End of Me” by Ashes Remain hits the speakers, and Grimskull steps out of the darkness. His purple eyes take in the people, all those he wishes he could reach.
There’s a fire burning inside me
Cold steel calls out my name
Tempted to give in to the rage
Walking out, he looks down at the blood where Cade was, smirking.
But Cade isn’t there anymore.
HOSTILE DOWN!
HOSTILE DOWN!
HOSTILE DOWN!
THE FUCKING CROWD ERUPT!
JACKSON CADE FLOORS JASPER REDGRAVE WITH A FUCKING SUPERKICK TO END ALL SUPERKICKS!
HE COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
“YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!”
JASPER REDGRAVE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY JACKSON CADE! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
JASPER REDGRAVE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Grimskull skulks into the ring, looking at Vision who stands opposite him.
“Charity,” the Awoken one roars. “Dare you look through the prism, Grimskull?”
He scoffs.
“Charity begins here. Lay down and understand it.”
Reluctantly but with a smirk, Grimskull lays down on the canvas, letting Vision pin him. What the fuck?
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Grimskull has, uh… been eliminated?
He rolls to the outside, exiting the ringside area without ever looking back. What the fuck is going on? Grimskull just laid down for fucking Vision!?
GRIMSKULL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
As Vision gets back to his feet to soak in the boos from the crowd who wanted more from Grimskull, he’s rolled up from behind by Drewitt!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NO! VISION KICKS OUT!
They both spring away from the pinfall and get back to their feet, but Destructo Boy lunges for Vision, running him straight into the corner turnbuckle. Drewitt stumbles…
THAT BRAND NEW CHERRY FLAVOUR!
A RED MIST BY TEDDY O’TOOLE TO DREWITT!
THAT BLINDS HIM!
TEDDY GOES TO THE TOP ROPE AS HE STUMBLES…
Drexl grabs The Explorer, pulling him into the pump handle.
BOOTY CALL! PUMP HANDLE POWERSLAM!
SWANTON BOMB!
SUGAR BOMB OFF THE TOP ROPE!
SUGAR BOMB TO DREWITT!
Teddy scrambles for the cover, but Drexl grabs him by the head and tosses him to the outside, covering himself.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
BUZZ!
DREWITT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED THANKS TO THE COMBINATION BY DREXL AND TEDDY O’TOOLE!
DREWITT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
#20
The bass drops as Halsey’s “Girl is a Gun” kicks in.
I feel lighter in the waistline
With no hands around me,
No spit in my teeth,
No, I’m not your daydream,
I won’t have your baby
Gemini walks out into the arena, a huge smile on her face.
She prances down the stairs to the stage, her feet barely touching the ground, taking pictures of her adoring fans.
Stop cause you’re killing my vibe
It’s shot in the dark,
I’m not a walk in the park
I come loaded with the safety switched off.
this girl is a gun
She slides into the ring…
BACKDRAFT BY THE BURNED MAN!
NO!
Gemini ducks the spinning back elbow and spins him around!
CODEBREAKER!
SNAPSHOT TO THE BURNED MAN!
She gets back to her feet and walks straight into Felix Foley, who spins her straight down to the canvas with a Powerslam.
This is it now folks, there’s no more entries!
Foley gets back up and Vision nails him with a forearm from behind. He tosses him over the top rope and follows him to the outside.
Destructo Boy meanwhile checks on The Burned Man.
INSIDE CRADLE!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NO!
DESTRUCTO BOY KICKS OUT!
THE BURNED MAN WILL CALL THAT REVENGE!
Both men get back to their feet, squaring up in the middle of the ring! This is about to implode, surely!
ROLL UP BY DREXL ON THE BURNED MAN!
ROLL UP BY TEDDY O’TOOLE ON DESTRUCTO BOY!
THEY BOTH HOLD THE ROPES…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
THEY’RE GONE! THEY’RE BOTH OUT!
Holy shit! What a fucking team these two could be.
THE BURNED MAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
DESTRUCTO BOY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
That double elimination leaves us with 9!
Blacktooth and Aarman Fidel are now squaring off in the middle of the ring as most people make themselves scarce.
As they trade off, Blacktooth nails him with a knee to the mid-section and drops him down
RED LIGHT!
Are you fucking kidding me!?
The arena is thrust into darkness yet again as this pesky red light makes yet another interference. What the fuck is happening with this? Who is responsible?
When the lights come back on, both Aarman Fidel and Blacktooth are laid out.
In fact, everyone is laid out.
EVERY.FUCKING.ONE
Except Felix Foley.
The Puppetmaster slides back into the ring, looking around it in shock. He quickly grabs Vision and pulls him back to his feet.
DOUBLE ARM DDT!
CUT THE STRINGS!
HE COVERS…
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
VISION HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY FOLEY!
VISION HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Felix can’t believe his ‘luck’.
He quickly grabs ahold of Aarman Fidel, dragging him back up too. He’s not going to, is he?
THE MANIBLE CLAW!
THE PUPPET SHOW TO FIDEL!
HE STRUGGLES BUT HE CAN’T SCREAM!
FOLEY TAKES HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS….
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
AARMAN FIDEL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED TOO! That fucking red light has caused chaos tonight and now Foley has two eliminations as a direct result of it.
AARMAN FIDEL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
As Felix gets back to his feet sheepishly, he’s span around by Gemini.
She backs him off with right hands and sends him across the ring, dropping to her belly as he comes back and jumps over.
She pops up as he turns, nailing him with an arm drag.
We’re down to seven now and Blacktooth is back to his feet. As Gemini gets back to hers, they both stop and stare at each other for a moment.
PITCH BLACK
FLASH!
HANG THE FUCK ON…
GEMINI IS…. GONE.
SORT OF?
BECAUSE STOOD WHERE THE GOOD GIRL GEMINI WAS IS NOW HER DARKER COUNTERPART!
She leans in and kisses Blacktooth, who smirks.
What the fuck!?
DREXL WITH A ROLL UP ON GEMINI!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NO! BLACKTOOTH BREAKS THE FALL!
The Cannibal backs off as Drexl gets his bearings on his knees and leaps into action…
CURBSTOMP TO DREXL!
DIRT NAP!
DIRT NAP!
All he must do is cover…
BUT THERE’S CADE!
THREAT CONTAINMENT! THREAT CONTAINMENT TO BLACKTOOTH BY CADE! THE KIMURA IS LOCKED IN TIGHT!
LEGDROP BY GEMINI ACROSS THE FACE OF CADE!
SHE BREAKS THE HOLD!
Gemini gets back to her feet, as does Cade.
PITCH BLACK
FLASH!
SHE’S GONE AGAIN! THE DARKER GEMINI IS GONE AND HERE’S… HERE’S THE NICE ONE.
WHAT!
THE!
FUCK!
She smiles at Cade, who doesn’t know what the fuck is going on. He steps backwards..
HOSTILE DOWN!
NO!
GEMINI DUCKS THE SUPERKICK AND RUNS INTO THE ROPES!
PITCH BLACK
FLASH!
LEAPING KIMURA BY DARK GEMINI! IT’S DARK FUCKING GEMINI!
ABRAXAS! ABRAXAS TO FUCKING CADE!
HE’S GONNA TAP… SURELY, HE’S GONNA TAP…
But wait, Blacktooth is caught by Foley!
MANDIBLE CLAW TO BLACKTOOTH BY FOLEY!
Gemini drops the hold on Cade and gets up, leaping on Felix’ back, forcing him to drop the hold on The Cannibal. Foley backs her into the corner powerfully, but Jackson Cade is back up.
INCENDIARY ROUND! BULLHAMMER TO THE PUPPETMASTER WHO STUMBLES FORWARD!
Jackson grabs him, tossing him over the top rope. He turns to see Blacktooth recovering…
PITCH BLACK
FLASH!
IT’S LIGHT GEMINI!
ROLL UP ON BLACKTOOTH!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
SHE GOT IT! SHE GOT IT! SHE JUST ABOUT FUCKING GOT IT!
AND BLACKTOOTH CAN’T BELIEVE IT!
BLACKTOOTH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Gemini celebrates like she’s won the whole thing, turning around to JACKSON CADE!
HOSTILE DOWN!
HOSTILE DOWN!
SUPERKICK TO GEMINI!
CADE COVERS…
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!
GEMINI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
GEMINI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
We’re down to five!
Jackson Cade is hurting but somehow still in this match. He started this fucking thing and has had nails driven through the palms of his hands. How is he still standing?
Drexl meanwhile slides back into the ring, clobbering him from behind. He stumbles Jackson into the ropes and sends him across, only for Teddy O’Toole to grab his feet and stop him coming back.
Cade swipes at him, but DR. DEATH IS THERE WITH A LEAPING SPINNING HEARTPUNCH TO CADE!
WHERE THE FUCK DID HE COME FROM?
Death gets back up, ducking a Clothesline by Drexl as O’Toole enters the ring. He leaps off the ropes with a Springboard Crossbody, taking down Big Slim!
Teddy though has his cane! CANE TO THE SKULL OF THE DOCTOR!
He quickly heads to the top rope.
SUGAR BOMB!
SWANTOM BOMB TO DR. DEATH!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
HE DID IT ON FUCKING DREXL INSTEAD!
BETRAYAL!
FUCKING BETRAYAL!
HE COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
That bastard Teddy O’Toole eliminates Drexl, who finishes 5th in lambs to the slaughter!
DREXL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
We’re down to four.
Jackson Cade.
Felix Foley.
Teddy O’Toole.
Doctor Death.
One of these four men will headline Ring of Dreams. One of these four men will be your Lambs to the Slaughter winner.
Slowly but surely, all four make it into the ring. They stand in corners, each looking tired and weary.
Jackson Cade has been here since number 1.
Felix Foley has been here since number 3.
Teddy O’Toole has been here since number 4.
And finally, Dr. Death has been here since number 7.
Every single one of them has put in their fight and it all comes down to this.
Teddy O’Toole walks across the ring to Dr. Death and immediately tries to spark up an alliance.
“Me and you against these two, pal,” he says, offering a handshake.
Death looks at him.
GIANT HEADBUTT BY THE LUCHADOC!
Foley looks at Cade in surprise!
Death immediately charges at Foley, who ducks under a Clothesline attempt – only The Doc leaps off the middle rope and comes back with TORNADO DDT, catching Jackson Cade out of no-where!
O’Toole rushes to the ropes as pops back up… LEAPING CORKSCREW PLANCHA! SOUR TWIST!
Down goes Death!
Teddy quickly mounts him, slamming away with right and left hands, only The Luchadoc rolls them both to the outside.
The Puppetmaster decides to join them, sliding to the opposite side of the ring and going under it for a ladder. He gets it out and walks it around the ring, only Jackson Cade SLIDES OUT WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE, KICKING FOLEY HEADFIRST INTO THE ARROWS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE LAMBS SIGN!
The Cop grabs Felix, who stumbles and turns him around full force, lifting him into a Flapjack…
SLAMMING HIM FACE AND BODY FIRST INTO THE ARROW OF LAMBS!
The Arrows lighting flickers, but that doesn’t deter Cade.
HE GOES TO SLAM HIM AGAIN!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
FOLEY REVERSES AND FLAPJACKS CADE INSTEAD! HE SMASHES HEADFIRST INTO THE GLASS BULBS!
GLASS GOES EVERYWHERE!
ELECTRICAL SPARKS GO FLYING!
Foley grabs the ladder and places it against the sign, slowly climbing up so that he’s on top of it. Cade is on one knee at the bottom. What is Felix thinking?
Just then, Dr. Death LAUNCHES himself from the ring apron, LANDING DIRECTLY NEXT TO FOLEY ON THE SIGN! HOLY FUCK!
IT WOBBLES!
BUT BOTH MEN STEADY THEMSELVES!
WHAT AGILITY BY DOCTOR DEATH! WHERE DID HE EVEN COME FROM!?
He grabs The Puppetmaster by the head and places him between his legs. What’s he going for?
FLIPPING POWERBOMB ON THE FUCKING SIGN!
OH MY GOD!
HOLY SHIT!
CODE BLUE! CODE CLUE ON THE LAMBS SIGN! Foley slams into the steel with ferocity and bounces off, landing brutally down behind it near the speakers.
Death barely has a chance to get back to his feet before Jackson Cade begins climbing the ladder. He gets up there just as Death steadies himself put gets kneed low in the mid-section.
Jackson pulls him in…
BRAAAAIINNNNNNBUSSSTTTAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
THE MASTERKEY ON THE FUCKING SIGN!
THE FUCKING SIGN BREAKS IN GOD DAMN HALF! THE FUCKING SIGN SNAPS IN HALF! THE M AND THE B GO CRASHING DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR!
BOTH MEN ALSO CRASH TO THE FLOOR WITH FELIX FOLEY!
Teddy O’Toole stands on the ring apron watching. There’s a little bit of the L remaining on the speaker and with all three men down, he drops off the apron and positions the ladder to climb atop the L. What’s he going to do?
Below, Jackson Cade, Dr. Death and Felix Foley all writhe in agony.
O’Toole prepares himself, takes a deep breath…
SUGGGGAR BOMB! SUGAR BOMB!
SWANTON BOMB TO ALL THREE MEN!
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT”
HE SLAMS DOWN INTO ALL FUCKING THREE OF THEM! TEDDY O’TOOLE JUST PUT IT ALL ON THE LINE!
They’re all down.
Teddy slowly gets back to his feet and grabs Felix, dragging him through the carnage and rolling him back into the ring. He reaches down, grabbing the broken arrow from the sign and sliding that in too.
He gets back in and grabs Foley, positioning him on the sign. He’s going to finish this and eliminate him!
The Candy Man heads to the top rope…
DARKNESS!
RED LIGHT!
RED LIGHT!
IT’S BACK JUST IN TIME TO SAVE FOLEY!
But it’s an awful long time between flashes of darkness and red. When we finally come back, Teddy sits crouched on the top rope and Felix Foley is no-where to be seen.
Not immediately at least.
BECAUSE HE’S FUCKING HANGING FROM THE LIGHTING RAFTERS ABOVE THE RING! HE’S HANGING FROM THE FUCKING RIG!
HE KICKS, SCREAMS AND SCRAMBLES BUT HE’S CHOKING TO FUCKING DEATH!
Speaking of Death… The Doc crawls into the ring alongside Jackson Cade. Cade reaches out for Felix, trying to secure him – forever the cop, he’s not going to let him die. But he’s out numbered and he see’s the problem. Jackson lets go and backs off…
But Doctor Death has climbed the opposite corner.
What the fuck?
SNAP!
THE ROPE SNAPS!
THE ROPE SNAPS AND FOLEY TUMBLES DOWN!
CUTTER!
CUTTER!
CUTTER AS FELIX FOLEY FALLS BY DOCTOR FUCKING DEATH!
THEY SLAM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A THUD!
TEDDY O’TOOLE OFF THE TOP ROPE! SWANTOM BOMB!
SUGAR BOMB!
HOSTILE DOWN!
SUPERKICK IN MID-AIR BY JACKSON FUCKING CADE!
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
SUPERKICK TO O’TOOLE IN MID SWANTON!
DOWN HE GOES!
Death covers Foley…
ONE…
……
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TWO….
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THREE!
FELIX FOLEY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
FELIX FOLEY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
We’re down to three and lord knows this is fucking carnage. Jackson cade leaps into the cover on O’Toole…
ONE…
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TWO….
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…..
THREE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THE CANDY MAN KICKS OUT!
This match has been insane. How is Jackson Cade still going? Cade gets back to his feet and demands that either Doc or Teddy rise.
They both do.
They both start getting back to their feet.
SLINGBLADE TO DOCTOR DEATH!
Cade gets back up, but gets dragged down into the ARMBAR by Teddy O’Toole! The Candy Bar! He’s got it locked in tight! Death scrambles over, grabbing the other arm.
ARMBAR LOCKED IN ON THE OTHERSIDE!
THEY’RE GOING SNAP JACKSON CADE LIKE A FUCKING WISHBONE!
He screams!
He screams..
HE TAPS! JACKSON CADE TAPS OUT!
JACKSON CADE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY BOTH TEDDY O’TOOLE AND DOCTOR DEATH!
JACKSON CADE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
This is it.
It all comes down to this.
The final two.
Teddy O’Toole (4) and Dr. Death (7). Jackson Cade made it from (1) as far as he could, but it wasn’t to be. What a performance.
The Candy Man and The Luchadoc get back to their feet. One of them will go to Ring of Dreams and headline for the OSW World Championship. But who? Who’s it going to be?
They begin circling – both men utterly fucked up. It’s been one hell of a night.
They lock up in the middle! They twist and turn, both looking for an edge that finally gets found by O’Toole. Teddy turns him into a Side Headlock but gets ran off into the ropes. The Doc ducks a Clothesline on return and leaps into the air for an Huricanranna!
NO!
TEDDY WITH A POWERBOMB! AN INSTINCTIVE POWERBOMB BY THE CANDY MAN!
Teddy looks at the broken arrow signage and smiles. He grabs the Doc and drags him over, bouncing his head off it and placing him atop before heading to the top rope.
Oh no…
SUGAR BOMB!
SWANTON…. BOMB!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THE LUCHADOC MOVES!
HE FUCKING MOVES!
TEDDY GETS NOTHING BUT FUCKING STEEL SIGN TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AND NECK!
Death gets back to his feet, wobbling. He grabs Teddy who’s recoiling from that brutal shot and drags him over to the sign…
DESTINO ON THE FUCKING SIGN!
BY APPOINTMENT TO O’TOOLE!
HE’S GOTTA BE OUT!
A COVER…
ONE…
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TWO….
…..
….
…..
THREE!
…..
….
…..
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THE CANDY MAN KICKS OUT!
This one isn’t over yet.
Doc gets back to his feet, dragging O’Toole to the ropes and exiting the ring. He pulls him outside and slams him head first off the apron. The edge of the stage is just there, so he has to be careful.
He walks around the ring and grabs the ladder once set by Foley against the sign and brings it back. He angles it against the apron and the edge of the stage, grabbing Ted and placing him on it.
What’s he thinking?
The Doc goes up onto the apron and up onto the top turnbuckle.
OH GOD.
DON’T DO IT…
SWAAANNNTTTOOONNNN BOMMMBBB!
HE STOLE O’TOOLES MOVE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
STRAIGHT THROUGH THE FUCKING LADDER!
THE CANDY MAN MOVED! HE GOT NOTHING BUT STEEL!
The Doctor bounces off with a thud, rolling towards the steel steps. Teddy gets back up, moving past the broken ladder. He grabs The Doctor and puts a piece of the broken ladder over his head like a fucking cast.
HE RUNS HIM OFF THE FUCKING STAGE INTO THE CROWD!
OH MY GOD!
THE CROWD MOVE!
THE CROWD DISPERSE QUICKLY BUT DOCTOR DEATH SLAMS NECK FIRST ONTO THE FUCKING FLOOR WITH A FIFTEEN FOOT DROP, RIGHT ONTO THE GOD DAMN LADDER!
IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER! HE CANNOT COME BACK FROM THAT!
Teddy stands there smiling. He’s won. He’s going to Ring of Dreams…
But he’s not fucking finished. We’ve not seen it tonight but pinfalls do count anywhere and he’s going to make sure this is over.
He stands at the top of the stage, looking down fifteen feet. He’s going for it…
SUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB!!!!!
SWANTOM BOMB FROM THE TOP OF THE FUCKING STAGE…
FIFTEEN FEET IN THE AIR….
WAIT!
WAIT!
OH MY GOD!
NO WAY!
NO FUCKING WAY!
DOCTOR DEATH PUTS THE LADDER SEGMENT ON HIS CHEST AT THE LAST MINUTE!
TEDDY SLAMS INTO THE FUCKING LADDER!
HEAD FIRST!
OH MY FUCKING GOD, HE COULD BE DEAD!
BOTH OF THEM ARE DOWN!
BOTH OF THEM ARE NEARLY OUT!
They’re both flat out on their back, neither moving…
But Teddy puts an arm on Death…
Death puts an arm on Teddy…
ONE…
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TWO….
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THREE!
…..
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…..
….
…..
DING! DING! DING!
What the actual fuck?
Teddy O’Toole and Doctor Death have pinned one another. They’ve both.. won.
We don’t have one man going to headline Ring of Dreams…
WE HAVE TWO!
WHAT A FUCKING MATCH!
DR. DEATH & TEDDY O'TOOLE HAVE WON LAMBS TO THE SLAUGHTER!
“SEARCHING FOR ANSWERS”
Sometime Later.
SMASH!
The sound of glass breaking is the first sign of trouble we hear, watching as a pistol breaks away the entrance to somewhere familiar; The Old Factory. That pistol is in the hand of Drewitt, who without Colt beside him, breaks into the lair of Teddy O’Toole.
He carefully walks his way through the machinery – all turned off and not functioning, heading towards the office where he originally made his deal with the Candy Man.
Slowly and to not cause alarm, he enters the office, stopping dead in his tracks.
“What the fuck are you doin’ here?” He asks. “I just came searching for answers.”
“Me too,” a familiar voice responds sternly.
Woosh.
And he’s gone.
In the blink of an eye, Drewitt has vanished.
As if he was never even there.
What the fuck just happened?
“WHEN THE WORM TURNS”
A dark room, somewhere hidden in Arcadia.
Numerous people filter into a small dark room, their identities hidden behind masks, hoods, and cloaks as they do.
We’re not to know the identity of any of them.
But one seems a surprise to the others, who back away and give them the floor.
He’s met by their leader.
The same person Zeus met with before and we can’t see their face.
“Why should we trust you?” Their altered voice asks demandingly.
“If I was here to force you out, or betray you, we wouldn’t even be meeting. You’ve had your people shadow me, haven’t you? I’m sure you’ve done your diligence to know whether I can be trusted. If I couldn’t be, we wouldn’t be here. Let’s forego the misplaced lack of trust, shall we?”
The leader looks around the room.
“You’re a member of the Pantheon – that makes you a worm, working for him.”
“And you’re the leader of the Uprising – that makes you the very person looking to bring him down. Look, I don’t hate Zeus; I don’t. But I have my reasons for wanting to see him and his untouchable friends brought down.”
There’s an eerie silence for a moment. The leader puts out their hand, having something placed into it by the turncoat.
“You won’t find anything like this,” the betrayer states with confidence. “If you want to take Zeus down, this is all you’ll need to gain access and finish it. If you fail, forget you ever knew me.”
The person turns and walks away, exiting the room and leaving the Uprising alone within.
“Do we trust him?” A voice asks from the darkness of the room, belonging to one of those in attendance.
The Uprising Leader opens the envelope and pulls something out, something we can’t quite see – he shows it to the room, hearing gasps upon doing so.
“If these are right, we can end this,” the leader announces. “But first, I need to know how our friends are doing.”
“That could be a challenge,” someone adds.
“Not for me,” the Uprising leader says confidently.
Cut.