“THE INGREDIENTS”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
In the middle of an abandoned warehouse, Odin, Troy Solveig and Nocturne stand around a large golden bowl. There are various different items inside it as Nocturne appears to be in control.
“When we wished to summon him, it required great use of our power,” he mutters whilst focusing. “And a great use of the Earth’s resources. He wouldn’t just hear our call; no, it was an emergency broadcast. It would demand his presence and he’d be compelled to leave. It was offered to us as a last resort.”
Odin nods. “Will he know that I summoned him before he arrives?”
Nocturne shakes his head.
“Good. I’ve traversed the modern plain for your ingredients. This had better work.”
The Demon smiles.
“How much longer will it take?” Odin demands to know.
“It’s ready. All you need now is my grace.”
Odin and Solveig look at each other with a nod of agreement.
“Pour the grace into the bowl at the location of your choosing and he’ll be summoned there,” Nocturne adds. “But be warned, summoning him is reserved for emergencies. He won’t be appreciative of the call.”
The Norse God walks over to the bowl, picking it up.
“Never you mind that,” he mumbles. “That’ll be the least of his concerns.”
Solveig approaches Nocturne, standing before him. Both men lean in, their faces and noses almost pressed together.
It could erupt right there.
Only Solveig reluctantly steps backwards.
“I’ll see you in the ring,” he growls. “Where by we’ll have all the ingredients to finish this.”
Nocturne nods.
“I can’t wait.”
Cut.
RAIN VS. REDMOND QUINN
SINGLES MATCH
A Teacher and an Outcast enter the ring tonight. Can Quinn get the information he needs, or will Rain prove indomitable?
The match is underway and Quinn is on the offensive as soon as it sets out! He’s looking to beat answers out of Rain and he goes in with a backspin kick that the Ghostwalker narrowly ducks only for Quinn to follow up with a rising knee that seemingly knocks Rain’s head off! The outcast is knocked into the ropes and Quinn uses the momentum to whip Rain across the ring!
LEAPING CLOTHESLINE BY QUINN- LEG LARIAT! RAIN REVERSES WITH A LEAPING LEG LARIAT THAT SENDS QUIN RIGHT TO THE MAT!
Rain tries to get some semblance of control in this match as he looks for Quinn to get to his feet, getting the jump on him from behind with a leaping bulldog that forces him to the mat! Rain rolls away, hoping to keep his distance as he once again waits for Quinn to rise, the teacher getting up and turning towards a MASSIVE DDT!
WAIT! QUINN CATCHES HIM! HE TOSSES RAIN UP AND LETS THE GHOSTWALKER HIT THE GROUND WITH A FLAPJACK!
A swift elbow drop to the skull keeps Rain grounded as Redmond grabs an arm and tries to force Rain over into a submission hold! He works the limb for a moment as Rain fights to get to his feet, reaching for the ropes, trying everything to get out of this hold! He slowly gets up to his feet, his arm painfully twisted behind his back! Just as Rain reaches for the ropes QUINN PULLS HIM BACK! Rain is yanked into a double chicken wing! Quinn forces him forward!
AND HE FLIPS ONTO HIS BACK! CATTLE MUTILATION! THE FINAL ASSIGNMENT!
Redmond has his hold cinched in tight and Rain’s arms look like they could rip free from their sockets at any moment! He strains against the seemingly iron grip of Quinn but he refuses to tap! The hold gets tighter and tighter the more he fights it! He has to give in! He has to tap! He has to-
POP!
The sound reverberates through the arena as Quinn is no longer holding onto Rain!
My God!
RAIN’S LEFT ARM HAS POPPED OUT OF ITS SOCKET!
The Ghostwalker is in immense pain as he scrambles away from Quinn! The teacher rises to his feet AND CATCHES A BOOT TO THE SKULL SO HARSH IT BREAKS HIS GLASSES AND BUSTS HIM OPEN! Quinn is down and Rain is in a corner!
Rain looks to his limply hanging arm for a moment before grabbing hold of it, holding his breath, AND FORCING IT BACK INTO ITS SOCKET! The scream of pain from Rain is enough to stir Quinn who uses the ropes to lift himself to his feet! He rushes at Rain, a look of determination in his eyes as he grabs Rain by the injured arm and whips him across the ring!
Rain is on the rebound and Quinn leaps over! SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB! DETENTION- ACID RAIN! RAIN SPITS BLACK MIST INTO THE PRONE QUINN’S EYES BEFORE HE CAN COMPLETE HIS MOVE!
Rain goes for a quick cover!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE- KICKOUT! QUINN GRABS THE INJURED ARM AND FORCEFULLY PULLS RAIN OFF OF HIM!
Both men are dazed as they rise to their feet! Quinn makes the first move on the injured Rain, grabbing for him but Rain ducks under his lunge! Quinn turns around to see Rain going for a desperate enziguiri but Quinn catches the boot! HE PULLS HIM IN!
CLASS DISMISSED! QUINN FORCEFULLY PUMPHANDLES RAIN WITH HIS INJURED ARM AND DROPS HIM INTO A DEVESTATING FLATLINER! RAIN’S ALL BUT KNOCKED OUT! Quinn covers!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Quinn has done it! Rain refused to stay down but the Tutor has claimed victory over the outcast!
“CONNECTION INTERRUPTED”
RINGSIDE
The battle between Rain and Redmond Quinn has drawn its conclusion. Though the war between the men has brought Redmond Quinn no closer to the answers he so desperately seeks. Quinn, exhausted, pushes himself back to his feet with his back turned to the Ghostwalker. Frustration clear in his eyes.
“I thought this would bring me answers… Closure perhaps.” He turns, glaring at his foe who staggers himself to his feet and backs away. Quin shakes his head. “You’ve brought me nothing.”
Rain pleads with his eyes, seeing the brokenness on Redmond Quinn’s face.
“You’re exactly right. I’ve brought you nothing, for I have nothing to bring. I cannot give you the answers you seek, I wish I could. But every time I try to establish a connection to Luther Creed…”
Rain notices Quinn’s fists balling tightly as he reaches the end of his statement, but he does not hesitate to speak his mind regardless.
“… The connection fails. I cannot reach him. I cannot reach anybody that knows anything about what happened.”
Quinn closes the gap between the men in an instant, backing Rain into the corner. He grabs him by the scruff of the neck.
“Why not? Either you’re lying to me, or you’re not trying hard enough!”
Rain doesn’t falter in the face of anger. He speaks coolly and calmly.
“Be wary of where you put your hands. You need me a whole lot more than I need you right now. I have tried everything I can. This has never happened before and I don’t understand why myself. The only thing I know is my connection to Luther Creed is incomplete, interrupted… Failed.”
He stops, as Quinn’s fists leave him. Redmond melts away from him like a ship’s sail losing wind. Rain’s words only serve to melt him further.
“Continuing this quest will only bring you sadness. It is time you pressed on and remembered the man who was, not busied yourself chasing the wind like this. Look at you, a desperate man stuck in limbo. This is no way for you to live. For your own sake, Quinn… Move on. I’ve told you before and nothing has changed. I cannot help you.”
The words finish Quinn off. He crumples, weeping openly. Rain takes the cue to leave, stepping away. Whether Redmond believes him at all, or takes his advice, that remains to be seen. All that is clear is that Redmond Quinn still does not have the answers he seeks.
Cut.
“A TIGHT KNOT”
BACKSTAGE
A blur.
The blurring of colors is all that is seen with a pair of eyelids slowly opening to welcome the dim light of the room.
The vantage point shifts to show Zander Zane slowly beginning to stir. His eyes open as he looks around the room hazily. The room is dimly lit with the exception of a blue light coming from beneath. Zane’s eyes follow the light before seeing a huge pool of water below him.
A pool zapping and sizzling with an electrical current!
Zander seeing this begins to freak out as he begins kicking his legs as he realizes he’s suspended in air! His arms are pinned behind him as he’s been wrapped up in a straightjacket connected to a chain to a crane system.
As he begins to move, his chain begins to lower slowly towards the electrical pool below!
“ZANDY STOP!”
The sheer volume of the voice catches his attention as Zander’s eyes move towards the sound of the voice.
Tomasso Vitale, looking worse for wear, on the edge of the pool in a tattered shirt and a swelling eye.
“You have to stop moving, Zandy!”
Zane looks at him with fear in his eyes as he looks at the water below.
“I heard Mysterion bragging about it while you were unconscious! The more you resist, the faster your fall. The sooner you’re shocked to death!”
Zander looks down and tries to calm himself as much as he can.
“But how do I get out of this without moving?”
Tomasso begins looking around before snapping his fingers.
“You need to swing yourself towards me.”
“But the more I move, the faster I fall, man!”
“I know! But if you can time it just right, you’ll be able to swing yourself towards me, and I’ll pull you over the edge!”
Zander looks down at the pool with a nervous expression.
“Trust me, Zandy.”
Vitale has a hand outstretched as he readies himself into a stance. Zander takes a deep breath.
And begins to swing.
With each swing, the chain seems to descend a little bit more at a time. Eventually, he’s making huge swings. He swings forward, but he’s about a foot away from Vitale. He swings back, but his feet are getting close to the water’s edge! He swings forward as he raises his legs to make sure he’s out of the water!
Vitale grabs him!
But the momentum is dragging Vitale forward!
Vitale might fall in with him!
But Vitale manages to use the edge of the pool to plant his feet! Zander’s legs are barely touching the edge as the chain is trying to drag him back! Vitale quickly reaches behind Zander and detaches the chain as it falls into the pit!
Both men begin breathing heavily as they bend over. Zander looks at Vitale before looking around curiously.
“So how’d you get away from him?!”
Vitale points at a cage in the corner of the room before pulling a lockpick out of his pocket. He grins.
“You can’t keep a good man behind bars, now let’s go!”
Vitale quickly ushers Zane out of the room while trying to take off his straight jacket simultaneously.
Just as they leave the room, The Cloaked Conundrum steps out of the shadows of the dimly lit room with a smirk on his face.
Cut.
LONGFELLOW VS. MONTY STRAIGHT ©
REWIND CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Monty Straight and Khalil Longfellow stand across the ring from one another. Longfellow has had his entire soul placed in jeopardy by Straight. Will he get his revenge here tonight?
DING! DING! Straight’s eye twinkles as Khalil charges him. Like a matador, Straight sidesteps the charge and jabs Khalil right in the kidney! Khalil drops to a knee, and he is met with a palm thrust to the side of his head. Straight tees off on Khalil with a huge kick to the head, forcing Khalil to hit the ground face first!
Straight lifts Khalil to his feet. Monty irish whips Khalil into the ropes!
AXE KICK BY LONGFELLOW!
Monty climbs back up to his feet!
AXE KICK BY LONGFELLOW!
Once again, Monty is back up to his feet!
AXE– NO! Khalil drops to his knees, clutching at his chest.
His rotting soul.
The Straight Shooter takes advantage of the situation and picks Khalil up from behind! German suplex from Monty Straight! With a bridge pin!
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT BY LONGFELLOW!
With a dying soul, Khalil’s heart still beats as he sets to climbing to his feet, using the ropes for help! Monty reaches his own feet and charges Khalil!
KHALIL PULLS DOWN THE TOP ROPE!
MONTY STRAIGHT SPILLS OVER THE TOP AND OUTSIDE OF THE RING!
Khalil pulls himself up, still using the ropes, to see Straight laying motionless outside the ring. He looks at the turnbuckles as he clutches his chest, before he walks over and sets to climbing the top rope!
Monty begins stirring to his feet. He is up to one knee when Khalil LEAPS!
MONTY MEETS LONGFELLOW IN THE AIR WITH A DROPKICK TO HIS MIDSECTION!!!
Longfellow folds like a chair and hits the ground! Monty quickly rises to his feet and slides Longfellow into the ring beneath the bottom rope. Straight gives fast pursuit and rolls Longfellow onto his back! HE COVERS!
ONE!
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TWO!
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SMALL PACKAGE REVERSE FROM LONGFELLOW! MONTY’S LEGS KICK FRANTICALLY!!!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREEEEEEE!!!
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NOOOOO!!!!
Monty kicks out with not a fraction of a second to spare! That twinkle replaced in Monty’s eye by a look far more furious now, he stands to his feet and delivers a stomp to Khalil’s midsection! Then his back! Then his side! Boot, after boot, after vicious boot colliding into Khalil’s body!
Straight works Khalil into the turnbuckles, stomping him until Longfellow lays slumped in the corner of the ring. Monty darts across the ring to the opposite corner!
He charges!!
…
KHALIL MOVES!
STRAIGHT’S KNEE COLLIDES WITH THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE!!!
Straight clutches at his knee, now slumping in the corner himself! But Khalil lifts him up!
KNEE BREAKER!
KNEE BREAKER!!
RUNNING FUCKING KNEEBREAKER!!!
Khalil moves to the turnbuckles and climbs to the top rope!!!
FLIP THE PAGE RIGHT ONTO MONTY’S KNEE!!! KHALIL MAKES THE COVER!!!
ONE!
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TWO!
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NOOOOO!!! STRAIGHT KICKS OUT!!!
What’s it going to take? What’s it going to take for Longfellow to pick up the win over Monty Straight?
Longfellow brings Monty Straight to his feet!
CROSS YOUR T’S!!! THE CRUCIFIX DRIVER!!!
COVER!!!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREEEEEEE!!!
NOOOOOO!!!!
Longfellow has tried every trick in his book but his last. Straight is on his last legs, and Khalil knows it!! There is nothing left to do. He lifts Straight up onto his shoulders!
POETIC JUSTICE!!! SAMOAN DROP! PHOENIX SPLASH!!
STRAIGHT IS OUT COLD!!!
LONGFELLOW HOOKS THE LEG!!!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREEEEEEEEE!!!!
The bell rings, the match is over, and Longfellow has his arm raised in victory over his nemesis.
But Longfellow grabs a microphone!!!
“A DEAL, MADE”
RINGSIDE
“For once, Monty…”
Khalil breathes into the microphone, huffing and puffing.
“For once Monty, I know something that you don’t know.”
A microphone appears before Monty.
“What do you mean, pal?” Monty asks, his twinkling eye possessing a sense of curiosity.
“Do you remember when we first met, Monty? When you came to my study to strike a deal?”
Monty nods, his eyebrow lifted.
“You said you weren’t a crossroads demon, and you know them all by name. But so do I, Monty. Years of study and travel have led me to them. See you can burn my life. You can burn my soul…”
Longfellow smirks.
“But you cannot burn my memory, Monty. That remains so long as my life remains.”
“What is your point, Khalid?” Monty asks.
“Well, I spent two weeks tracking down every last crossroads demon I could find. However, none of them were interested in a deal for my rotting soul. You have all but destroyed me.”
Khalid walks up to Monty and stands in his face. “But one of them was very interested in destroying you. Does the name ‘Legba’ ring any bells?”
Monty has to hide his snarl as Khalil exits the ring and walks up the entrance ramp. As he exits to backstage, the big screen over the entrance cuts on.
“We made a deal,” Longfellow says as he disappears.
ON SCREEN:
Straight Shooter Studios.
The Show That Never Ends.
…It’s on fire.
The set of Monty Straight’s Show is burning to the ground.
Monty doesn’t hide his snarl this time. A door appears in front of Monty and he steps through it, exiting the ring and, perhaps, this plane of existence, to try and save his show’s set.
What does ‘Legba’ have to do with all of this?
Cut.
“SER PERCIVAL”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
In the dungeons of King Arthur’s rotten, rancid, broken down castle, a man toils over a brew on a boiling hot stove.
The King stands in the background, his hands planted firmly on his hips.
“Sire, I must warn you that this potion is irreversible,” The man politely reminds Arthur. “If we use it, you’ll create a monster.”
Arthur sneers.
“Thou must not concern yourself with such frivolous details. I have prepared a mammoth of a man whom must be enslaved.”
We turn to the table behind The King, in which a muscular man lays unconscious. He’s unknown to us, his eyes closed and his face resting peacefully.
“Very well, your majesty,” the servant continues. He grabs a needle and sucks some of the black liquid into it. “It will be done.”
He walks over to the man, injecting him with the potion. The man awakens immediately gasping for air, clambering for the sky, only to be held down by a grinning King Arthur until he finally perishes.
It’s there than his skin turns a vile pale colour, and black begins oozing from his eyes, nose, ears and mouth.
“Ser Percival,” Arthur beckons. “Can thou hear thy master?”
His eyes abruptly open, dead.
“Yes,” Arthur cackles. “Yes.”
“Sire, we must keep him here for one night and one morrow, before he’ll be strong enough to use in your war against Berengar.”
The King gleefully steps away, rubbing his hands together.
“If it’s a war that maggot wants, it’s a war he’ll get.”
Cut.
ZANE © VS. VITALE VS. MYSTERION
DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
With the Double Feature Championship on the line, it’s a battle between The Rock God, The Cloaked Conundrum, and The Boss!
The bell sounds as Tomasso Vitale and Zander Zane both turn their attentions to Mysterion. Punches coming from both sides as Mysterion’s body is being knocked around like a pinball! Zane ends the exchange with a huge uppercut! Mysterion is lifted into the air before he slams down to the mat with a thud.
Zander Zane goes for a cover, but Vitale pulls him off of him immediately.
The two rise to their feet where Zane gives a quick shrug and a grin. These two circle around the ring looking at one another. They lock-up in the center of the ring, but Zane slips the hold and moves past Vitale with a little hip wiggle and a wink to someone in the crowd. Vitale hooks his waist while he’s distracted. German suplex! Zane’s shoulders are pinned down!
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT! Zander Zane isn’t going down that easily.
Zane rolls to his feet as Vitale does as well. Vitale rushes him for a clothesline, but he’s lifted by Zane onto the apron. HURRICANRANA OUT OF NOWHERE!
Mysterion hooks onto the head of Vitale and sends him flying off the apron onto the hard floor outside of the ring! Mysterion smirks at Vitale before sliding back into the ring where Zane is beckoning him on. Mysterion rushes towards Zane who leaps right over him. The Conundrum hits the ropes and bounces off before he’s lifted up and twirled around before hooking the head of Zane for… tilt-a-whirl DDT! Zane’s head is spiked into the mat.
The masked man staggers to his feet before turning to see Vitale stirring on the outside. He climbs to the top rope before leaping out onto Vitale! OVERCAST! The diving elbow blasts Vitale back into the barricade with huge impact!
Mysterion staggers to his feet before rolling into the ring. ZANDER’S FAVORITE! Back thrust kick, chop, roundhouse kick floors Mysterion as he slumps right into the bottom turnbuckle! Zander Zane leaps to his feet with a grin. He rushes towards Mysterion and nails the bronco buster!
RIDE THE LIGHTNING!
Zander Zane pulls out Mysterion and hooks his legs.
ONE…
TWO…
TH-NO! Mysterion gets his foot on the rope!
Zander Zane rolls to his feet as he slowly lifts up Mysterion. Mysterion rolls up Zane!
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
They both get to their feet, but Mysterion hits a handspring elbow blasting Zane into the corner. Mysterion rushes towards him before hitting a big monkey flip! He gets to his feet before turning to see a flying man! Flying clothesline! Vitale takes out Mysterion, but then he leaps onto him and yanks his head back into a dragon sleeper hold!
SLEEP WITH FISH!
Vitale is trying to get Mysterion to tap out quickly! He’s squeezing on the hold with all of his strength! Mysterion’s hand begins to grow weary…
HANGOVER SUNDAY!
The whisky lands right in the eyes of Vitale as he falls back grasping at his eyes in pain. Zane takes another chug of the alcohol before cracking it over the head of Mysterion! It’s all legal in a triple threat match!
The Rock God clambers up to the top rope and does a little strumming move. He hits the split-legged moonsault!
SMOKE ON THE WATER!
Mysterion is in some serious pain now! Zander covers!
ONE…
TWO…
THRE-NO! Vitale breaks it up.
Zander Zane gets to his feet as he moves towards Vitale.
THE KICK UP!
BUT ZANDER CATCHES THE BOOT! He whirls him around and catches him with a neckbreaker stunner!
THE MIC DROP!
Zane covers him as Mysterion is still out!
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEEE!
Zander Zane has managed to hold onto his title despite the odds against him here tonight!
“CRIME ALLEY”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
In an alley outside the Tap Room, we find a young lady on the ground, a mugger looming above her, armed with a gun.
*POP*
*HISS*
Smoke fills the area.
*SNAP*
The ruffian goes down, his gun skittering to the darkened walls, cowering as the dark shadow materializes into none other than Darkwish.
Darkwish?
The Terror of the Night kicks him in the knee, bending it back the other way.
His eyes meet the eyes of the girl, who is just as terrified as the would-be mugger. He lunges in to grab the injured ruffian by the neck, but suddenly releases him, stiffening.
“Redwing.”
He turns to see the Red Knight has materialized out of the shadows.
“Don’t do it.” The Caped Crusader implores.
With a small chuckle, Darkwish heads towards his former partner, but stops just short. He kneels down and picks up the dropped gun. He points it directly at the mugger.
“Tell me, partner,” Darkwish mocks. “If you’d had the choice, knowing what you know now, would you have killed Jigsaw when you had the chance?”
No hesitation.
“No.” Redwing replies. “I made the choice to save lives. Any man can bring death, but…”
“Spare me,” Darkwish spits.
He turns the gun on the girl.
“Why do innocents have to die while heroes and villains play their game?”
Tears flow down the girls face, while Redwing seems shocked it’s come to this.
“I’m neither.” Darkwish says after a moment. “No will have to suffer the way I did, not while I bring justice.”
“That’s not justice.” Redwing responds. “You don’t get to decide.”
Another chuckle as Darkwish moves the gun back to the mugger, pulling the trigger.
*CLICK*
Rage in his eyes, Darkwish looks back to see Redwing with a handful of bullets, emptied from the gun earlier.
“I had to try to save you,” Redwing sadly states. “But there’s nothing left to save.”
*POP*
*HISS*
Smoke floods the area, and when it begins to fade Redwing is gone. So are the injured criminals and the girl they tried to mug.
Darkwish is left alone, holding an empty gun.
Cut.
NOCTURNE VS. TROY SOLVEIG
SINGLES MATCH
Two guilty warriors, both demons of truest evil in other’s eyes, they now find themselves in one final trial by combat. No gods to absolve them, their fate lies in their own survival as only one man will emerge victorious while the other may well face his last moments on this earth.
The bell barely gets a chance to ring before both men rush forward, absolutely lighting one another up with huge lefts and rights, Troy misses a wild haymaker that Nocturne punishes with a stiff jab to the kidneys. Troy staggers back as Nocturne lands another blow, this time a knee to the kidneys once more but as he tries for a kick, Troy grabs it in mid-air before grabbing Nocturne by the throat and driving him into the mat with a modified Spinebuster. Troy pulls Nocturne to his feet, stunning him with a trio of quick elbows to the jaw before gripping him around the waist
AND THROWING HIM ACROSS THE RING WITH A BELLY TO BELLY…NOCTURNE LANDS ON HIS FEET
Troy turns around right into a leaping kick to the midsection that sends him back a few paces before all the wind is taken out of him with a knee to the throat. Another savage thrust leaves Troy gasping for air but he manages to bat away the claw that’s heading for his throat, drilling Nocturne with a massive headbutt. A thin trail of almost black blood oozes down the Fallen Angel as he wipes it away before nailing Troy with a sickening kick to the ribs. We hear a slight crack as Troy winces in pain, allowing Nocturne to wrap himself around in an Abdominal Stretch, his legs constricting his stomach as he begins raining down elbow after elbow but Troy refuses to fall.
Nocturne increases tempo, his speed almost impossible but Troy withstands every single blow before quickly trapping Nocturne’s arm, lifting himself up onto his feet before running forward.
MODIFIED AIR RAID CRASH! Troy drove Nocturne down but he collapses back down to one knee, the multiple elbows finally taking effect as his eyes look glazed over.
Troy slowly rises to his feet, trying to shake out the cobwebs as he notices Nocturne rushing towards him just in time, tossing him away but Nocturne rolls to his feet, rushing forward once more
VALKYRIE!
The Superman Punch doesn’t drop Nocturne, instead sending him staggering back into the ropes as he bounces off
STOMP OF THE BEHEMOTH!
Nocturne drives Troy down into the mat with all his weight, it didn’t knock Solveig out but it damn well put him down for the moment, bells ringing in the Tricksters head as he slaps himself in the face hard, refusing to let that be his downfall. Solveig rises to his feet, head down as fury begins to overwhelm him.
‘Is that all you got boy?’
Troy looks up to see Nocturne perched on the top rope, a vicious smile stretched across the Abyssal Savior’s face, his thumbs outstretched before he leaps off
WITH THE ABYSSAL MASK! Nocturne grabs Troy’s head, slamming him down to the mat as he tries to drive both thumbs into Solveig’s eyes but the Trickster is using all his strength to prevent that. The two struggle, both men’s entire bodies shaking from the force but Nocturne’s hatred is stronger as his right thumb inches closer and closer, Troy struggling valiantly but he can’t stop it, he can only watch it slowly inch closer and closer
BEFORE THE RIGHT THUMB DRIVES INTO TROY’S EYE!
The Trickster echoes out an almighty scream as Nocturne is almost orgasmic in glee, blood oozing from the ravaged right eye of Solveig, the pain sapping away his strength as the left thumb begins inching closer and closer to completely blinding Solveig. His whole body shaking in pain, Solveig outstretches his left hand, feeling a soft thunk.
BEFORE HE SLAMS VOLSUNGR INTO THE TEMPLE OF NOCTURNE!
Nocturne goes flying back, slamming into the nearby turnbuckles as Troy slowly stands, using his hammer as support. Blood is pooling down his right eye, both men are breathing heavily as they stare eachother down for one moment, Nocturne rushing forward as Troy slams Volsungr down into the mat, violently shaking the canvas as Nocturne stumbles
RIGHT INTO ANOTHER VALKYRIE! Troy barely lets the punch hit Nocturne before lifting him up high into the air
HAMMER OF THE GODS! Troy nearly drives Nocturne through the mat with that as he stands back, Volsungr in the air, waiting for Nocturne to rise to his feet.
Nocturne rises to his feet, looking square into Troy’s eyes as he raises the hammer high, a sly smile crossing the Trickster’s face.
BEFORE HE THROWS THE HAMMER AT NOCTURNE
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WHO CATCHES IT IN MID-AIR!
Troy is in shock, pouring all his power into the hammer’s velocity but Nocturne holds it in place with ease. He shakes his head slowly before pushing forward as the hammer races back towards Troy. Solveig tries to stop it but it’s too fast as the hammer slams into Solveig’s chest, sending him flying into the turnbuckles. Nocturne rushes forward drilling Troy with a series of shots to the injured ribs before a sickening knee to the jaw damn near breaks Troy’s. Solveig staggers out of the corner
RIGHT INTO DARKNESS FALLS! Troy falls to his knees as Nocturne backs up, looking for the killer blow before stopping himself as he looks at the top rope.
Nocturne drills Troy with another stiff kick to the ribs before climbing up to the top rope, waiting patiently for Troy to stand up to his feet
AS SOLVEIG LEAPS ONTO THE ROPES CROTCHING NOCTURNE! Troy quickly climbs up, nailing Nocturne with a savage headbutt before lifting him up high
ULTIMATE HAMMER OF THE GODS!
Troy drives Nocturne down with the Super Jackhammer, collapsing onto him for the pinfall as the referee slides in
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
The Trickster does it, putting everything on the line to put down the dark reminder of his sins. The war may be over for the time but will either man have anything left for Pandemonium later on tonight?
“LOOSE ENDS”
BACKSTAGE
Tomasso Vitale.
His match is over, and the guy just looks exhausted. Yet he walks with purpose with two well-dressed bodyguards flanking his sides. One of them hands Vitale his suit jacket which he puts on as he walks. The other hands him a comb to which he quickly fixes his hair to slick back as per usual.
They push open some doors and come to the parking lot where Tomasso looks around curiously. Then his eyes stop on a point as he makes his way towards a corner of the lot.
Where Mysterion steps out of the shadows.
A grin smears across Tomasso Vitale’s face.
“You have done wonderfully, my friend.”
“Let’s skip the small talk, hero. Do you have what we agreed upon?”
“Yes, of course.” Vitale takes a phone from one of his men before pecking away at the screen. “The electrical pool was positively haunting. And that gas to knock us out was also thrilling. Although I do feel that you could have pulled your punch a little better when giving me this black eye.” Vitale massages his eye for a moment.
“You wanted convincing. A black eye is convincing. Well?”
“And done! The money I’ve been siphoning from Zander’s account is now yours. Including that Scooby Doo money.”
Vitale grins as Mysterion nods at his phone seemingly have acknowledged the transaction going through.
“And?”
Vitale reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket and retrieves a small white box. He hands the box over as Mysterion opens the top of the box to look at the contents before grinning.
“Enough truth serum to get the answers out of anyone you inject with it. But be careful, sometimes you can’t handle the truth.”
Mysterion puts it away as Vitale grins at his own joke. He begins to walk away as Mysterion speaks up.
“Why do you want Zander Zane so badly, anyways?”
Vitale stops, but he doesn’t turn back to Mysterion.
“The only thing more powerful than money is influence.” He turns to Mysterion with a devious grin.
“And Zander will give me that on a silver platter.”
Cut.
“I CAN’T”
BACKSTAGE
Gameboy, Intrepid and Spero have decided to divide and conquer, their hunt for the hacker far from over. They’ve chosen three locations to investigate before Pandemonium, in hopes of bringing a stop to this reign of terror.
We’re shown three side by side segments in a montage, one of each of our heroes.
They walk into abandoned buildings around The Tap Room, searching for something; anything that might get them closer to the Hacker.
But each one comes up short.
When they finally come together at The Tap Room, they’re disgruntled.
“It’s useless,” Gameboy complains. “I found absolutely no evidence, no leads, no nothing.”
Spero chimes in. “Us either.”
Suddenly, there’s a loud beeping noise.
It’s coming from a device belonging to Intrepid. He presses a button, seemingly answering it like an alien cell phone.
“Yes?” He answers. “No, I’ve yet to retrieve them.”
He pauses, stepping to one side.
“No, retrieving them is harder than I had hoped,” he says to a pause. “No sir, I understand what’s at stake but…”
He’s interrupted, the call abruptly ending.
Intrepid returns to Gameboy and Spero, who overheard everything.
“Problems?” Gameboy asks.
“Red and Yellow have been spotted mere sectors away from my planet,” Intrepid says with great sadness. “It won’t be long before they’re upon us.”
Spero lowers his head shamefully. “I’m sorry Intrepid, but I can’t.”
That halts them all.
“What do you mean?” The Fearless Reporter asks in surprise. Even Gameboy can’t believe it. “I need you, Spero.”
“I’ve seen what they’re capable of; the destruction they’ve caused. It cannot be stopped. Retrieving all the rings won’t save your planet, it’ll just end us all in one place. I’m sorry.”
Spero walks away, leaving Intrepid and Gameboy alone.
Gameboy puts a hand on Intrepid’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry, we’ll convince him.”
Cut.
NIGHTSTICK © VS. THE SCARECROW
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
It took true justice to finally solve the impossible riddle and now Nightstick finds himself face to face with evil itself. Has Scarecrow truly become a force for good or will the Law unearth his true nature and punish him accordingly?
DING! DING! Nightstick rushes forward, nailing a stiff boot to the jaw that Scarecrow barely feels, before delivering another that staggers the Hayman back a few steps. Nightstick tries for a third that Scarecrow manages to catch in mid-air, drilling the Law with a massive right that sends his eyes glazed back into his head. Scarecrow tries for another but Nightstick manages to slip out of the Hayman’s grip, nailing an almost desperate uppercut to get some distance from the Scarecrow.
Nightstick unleashes a fury of lefts and rights upon the Hayman, another uppercut dazing the monster for a moment that allows the Law to lift him up high and slam him onto the mat with a Body Slam. The Champion doesn’t let up, immediately mounting Scarecrow as he rains down lefts and rights, trying to do something, anything to even hurt Scarecrow who simply sits there, taking in the punishment with a blank look on his face, Nightstick unleashing a sickening headbutt that only makes Scarecrow blink.
BEFORE HIS RIGHT HAND OUTSTRETCHES, GRABBING NIGHTSTICK BY THE THROAT!
Nightstick tries to break the hold, slamming down fist after fist that don’t affect The Hayman at all as he rises to his feet, death grip still around Nightstick’s throat before he lifts The Law high into the air.
BYE
BYE
…DDT!
Nightstick counters the Chokeslam at the last moment, spiking Scarecrow into the mat with a snap DDT as he staggers away, frantically drawing in breath as he watches Scarecrow sit up off the mat. The Hayman stares daggers through Nightstick, getting to his feet right into
HARD JUSTICE! The massive clothesline from hell lands true. It doesn’t take Scarecrow down but it clearly hurt him, something that Nightstick doesn’t take for granted as he quickly unleashes
SMITH
AND WESSON!
The dual Bullhammers send Scarecrow down to one knee as Nightstick pulls him up to his feet, thrusting Crow between his legs as he unleashes a roar of victory
911! A BRUTAL POWERBOMB!
Scarecrow bounces off the goddamn mat with the force as Nightstick makes the cover
ONE
…..
TW…
SCARECROW KICKS OUT!
Not even a bloody two count as Nightstick is beside himself. The Law quickly composes himself as he watches Scarecrow slowly rise up to his feet
A SECOND HARD JUSTICE!
The Hayman is this time sent crashing to the mat from the sheer bone crushing force. Nightstick considers going for another pinfall but he knows that’s not enough as he rolls out of the ring and grabs his trusty sidekick at ringside, the champion needing to go all out to put down a monster like the Hayman.
Nightstick rolls back into the ring, urging Scarecrow up off the mat as the Hayman sits up right into
EXCESSIVE FORCE!
Nightstick slams the weapon into Crow’s forehead, sending the monster crashing onto the mat. He drives it down again and again before wrapping it around his right fist
AS HE MOUNTS SCARECROW ONCE MORE, AND STARTS BEATING THE FUCK OUT OF HIM WITH THE NIGHTSTICK!
LEFTS AND RIGHTS TO THE SKULL, THE JAW, THE MIDSECTION! ANYWHERE HE CAN HIT!
EVEN A MONSTER LIKE THE SCARECROW ISN’T IMMUNE TO EXCESSIVE FORCE!
Nightstick finally gets off, twirling the stick in his hands as he motions for Scarecrow to get up, looking to end it here.
The Hayman sits up, thin trails of black blood spilling down as Nightstick rears back
EXCESSIVE FOR….SCARECROW CATCHES THE NIGHTSTICK!
Nightstick tries to force it down but The Hayman just stares daggers at the champion, gripping the stick tighter
BEFORE FINALLY BREAKING IT IN TWO!
Scarecrow gets to his feet, tossing the broken stick away as he stands right into another stiff headbutt, allowing Nightstick to rush to the ropes, bouncing off
HARD JUS….HAYMAKER!
Nightstick just runs right into a mammoth right hand from the Hayman as the champ looks out on his feet, if not completely out cold. Scarecrow doesn’t waste anytime, grabbing him by the throat once more
LIFTING HIM HIGH INTO THE AIR WITH THE GREATEST OF EASE
BYE BYE BIRDIE!
NIGHTSTICK CRASHES TO THE MAT AS THE HAYMAN HOOKS THE LEG
ONE
….
TWO
…..
THR…
NIGHTSTICK KICKS OUT! THE CHAMPION REFUSES TO GO DOWN THAT EASILY!
Scarecrow nods his head, taking a moment to wipe the black ooze out of his eyes before lifting Nightstick up off his feet
HOISTING HIM HIGH INTO THE AIR IN A CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB
AS THE LIGHTS GO OUT!
They come back on as Scarecrow is looming over the Law, Nightstick completely out on the mat as Crow drops down, hooking the leg for the cover
ONE
…..
TWO
…..
THREE
…… NO! NIGHTSTICK KICKS OUT, REACHING UP WITH LIGHTNING SPEED AS HE LOCKS IN A GUILLOTINE CHOKEHOLD OUT OF NOWHERE!
Nightstick pulls back with all his strength as Scarecrow starts to struggle under the hold. The black blood dripping down his face doesn’t help as Crow sinks down to one knee, Nightstick cinching back the hold even further as he tries to choke out the monster. The Hayman seems to be fading away but the referee doesn’t even get close enough to grab his hand before his eyes open and Crow rise to his feet once more.
Nightstick clinging on desperately as Scarecrow lifts him up high
AND DRIVES HIM DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A CRUSHING POWERBOMB!
The sheer force breaks the hold and damn nearly breaks Nightstick in half as Scarecrow pulls him to his feet once more, trying for another Chokeslam
This time, he grips both hands around Nightstick’s throat before running forward
FULL
FORCE
BYE BYE BIRDIE!
An almost Chokebomb variant nearly plants Nightstick through the mat as Scarecrow hooks both legs for the victory
ONE
…..
TWO
…..
THREE!!! NEW CHAMPION! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!
……
NOPE
FOOT ON THE ROPES! NIGHTSTICK JUST SAVES HIMSELF!
Scarecrow is furious, the Hayman shaking with rage as he pulls Nightstick up to his feet
LOW BLOW
DOES NOTHING
Scarecrow just looks at Nightstick with pity, shaking his head as he grips the champion by the neck once more. Nightstick struggling under the pure strength of the Hayman as he fumbles around neck his waist, grabbing something from his sidearm
BEFORE FIRING A STUN GUN INTO SCARECROW’S NECK!
The electricity flows through Scarecrow, sending waves of pain through the Hayman as he drops Nightstick. Five-0 catches his breath for a moment before rushing to the ropes once more. He ducks under the first wild haymaker, bouncing off the other side
RIGHT INTO A JAW SHATTERING BIG BOOT! That may well have been the knock out blow as Nightstick is out. But Scarecrow is incensed as he looks to absolutely end Nightstick here. Picking him up by the throat, he damn near throws him onto the top rope, stepping over the ropes to join him up top as he grabs Nightstick by the throat once more.
SUPER BYE BY…NO! A MASSIVE HEADBUTT ROCKS SCARECROW!
Another drops the hold on his throat as Nightstick screams to the heavens, the man who solved the impossible riddle refusing to go down tonight as he lifts Scarecrow high up into the air
TOP ROPE 911! A MASSIVE POWERBOMB FROM THE TOP ROPE BUT NIGHTSTICK ISN’T DOWN
HE ROLLS THROUGH, DELIVERING A SECOND 911! A MASSIVE SIT DOWN POWERBOMB THAT SHAKES THE RING!
NIGHTSTICK GETS TO HIS FEET, ADRENALINE FUELING HIS EVERY MOVE AS HE POINTS TOWARDS THE CORNER, LIFTING SCARECROW UP ONCE MORE
AS THE LIGHTS GO OUT AGAIN!
The lights come back on as both men are on their feet, staring eachother down as they both rush forward. A massive Haymaker stuns Nightstick as Scarecrow grabs him by the throat once more
LIFTING HIM HIGH UP INTO THE AIR WITH BOTH ARMS
FULL
FORCE
BYE
NIGHTSTICK SLIPS OUT!
SCARECROW TURNS AROUND INTO A KICK TO THE GUT BEFORE HE’S LIFTED HIGH IN THE AIR
NIGHTSTICK RUSHES FORWARD
BUCKLE BOMB! LAW AND MOTHER FUCKING ORDER!
NIGHTSTICK HITS IT AS HE COLLAPSES ONTO THE HAYMAN, ALL OF HIS ENERGY SPENT
BUT WILL THAT BE ENOUGH?
ONE
….
….
TWO
….
….
THREE…
….
IT WILL!
The bell rings as the crowd roar in approval. The Law is handed his belt as he tries to stand but simply collapses to the canvas instead.
The man who ended the streak, the man who did the impossible does it once more tonight as he puts down the Monster
Nightstick is still your OSW World Champion and whoever wins Pandemonium…
Justice will come for you
NIGHTSTICK © VS. TROY SOLVEIG
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Nightstick gets back to his feet, falling into the ropes with exhaustion. He’s done it. He’s retained his Championship and will be going to the Main Event of Ring of Dreams to defend it!
Static.
Kemst þó hægt fari.
Static.
“You will reach your destination even though you travel slowly.”
Troy Solveig!
He’s INVADING!
Before Nightstick knows what has happened, the bell sounds and Solveig runs at him!
SPEAR!
GIANT SPEAR!
The Viking gets back to his feet and roars angrily. He’s already been in one war tonight and by Odin, he wants another.
Nightstick barely crawls back to his feet, using the ropes to help himself back up. Troy grabs him.
HAMMER OF THE GODS!
JACKHAMMER!
NO!
NIGHTSTICK WITH A THUMB TO THE EYE!
He drops down behind him, rolling him up.
ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!
Both men spring away from the roll up but it’s Solveig who catches his opponent first with a thunderous Clothesline! He signals for his punch, looking to put this one away.
Nightstick is up.
VALKYRIE!!
SUPERMAN PUNCH!
NO!
NIGHTSTICK DUCKS UNDER!
NECKBREAKER!
That bought him some time to recover! The Champion rolls to the outside, escaping the combat zone for a breath. He really needs a minute here, but Troy Solveig is up.
BASEBALL SLIDE!
Here he comes, straight to the outside! Nightstick dodges only to be lifted and dropped CHEST FIRST on the ring apron. He bounces backwards and is immediately scooped back up and down with a Body Slam on the wooden floor!
Troy pulls him straight back to his feet, slamming him headfirst down into the steel ring steps.
AGAIN.
AGAIN.
AGAIN.
Nightstick goes limp. Holy shit, he’s gone limp.
The Viking kicks him violently off the steps where his head rests and pulls the steel away from the ring post. He slides the steps under the bottom rope, jamming them half way between the outside and the ring. What’s he planning?
He grabs Nightstick and RUNS HIM STRAIGHT INTO THE STEEL RING STEPS LIKE A FUCKING CLOTHESLINE!
THE COP HITS THE DECK, ROLLING UNDER THE RING NEARLY.
Troy pulls him out from under there.
STEEL CHAIR TO THE SKULL!
WHAT THE FUCK?
NIGHTSTICK FOUND A WEAPON WHILST HE WAS DOWN THERE!
THE REFEREE IS LETTING ALL HELL BREAK LOOSE!
Solveig stumbles backwards as a groggy Champion unleashes a second devastation chair shot to the skull.
That levels the challenger.
He grabs Solveig, taking him around the ring and rolling him in. They both get back to their feet, Nightstick sending him into the ropes.
HE DUCKS AN EXCESSIVE FORCE!
THE BATON SHOT FAILS!
SOLVEIG TURNS HIM.
LIFTS HIM UP!
HE DROPS DOWN THE OTHER SIDE!
BATON TO THE SKULL…
CHEST….
LEGS….
SOLVEIG GOES DOWN TO HIS KNEES!
DDT!
That could be it right there. Nightstick must make the cover to retain his Championship but he’s just exhausted. He slowly crawls, wasting time.
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!
KICK OUT! KICK OUT!
SOLVEIG KICKS OUT!
It wasn’t enough. Nightstick gets back to his feet, desperately hoping this’ll end. He grabs Solveig, whipping him into the corner.
Then he storms in.
Rights, lefts, rights and lefts.
He mounts the turnbuckle, reigning down right hands upon the skull of The Viking.
BUT TROY LIFTS HIM UP.
SPINE ON THE FUCKING PINE!
SPINEBUSTER!!!
WHAT AN EPIC SPINEBUSTER!
COVER…
ONE…..
TWO….
THREE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! KICK OUT! KICK OUT!
Solveig slams his fists down on the canvas in frustration. This is a fight along time in the making folks. These two went to war for the opportunity that Nightstick eventually won to dethrone The Riddler.
Troy Solveig always had this invasion briefcase in reserve.
And now, after all their gruelling wars, they’re finally facing off one on one at one of the biggest events in OSW’s calendar.
Slowly but surely these two men get back to their feet, exhausted, brutalized and quite frankly out on their feet.
There’s history here as they start slugging back and forth.
Right hands.
Left hands.
It all comes down to who can withstand the most punishment.
The grizzled Cop bears the scars of many battles.
As does the Viking.
Solveig wins the exchange of right hands, beating Nightstick back into the ropes. He sends him across the ring.
VALKYRIE!
SUPERMAN PUNCH!
HE GOT EVERY SINGLE OUNCE OF IT!
HE COVERS…
WE’VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION…
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!!
KICK OUT! NOOOOO! NIGHTSTICK KICKS THE FUCK OUT!
The Viking cannot believe it.
CANNOT.
He pulls Stick up…
BUT HE SPINS!
SMITH! BULLHAMMER…
ANOTHER SPIN.
AND WESSON! ANOTHER BULLHAMMER!
SMITH AND WESSON!
TROY SOLVEIG STUMBLES, THE ROPES BARLEY HOLDING HIM UP.
IT WAS LIKE HE JUST GOT HIT BY A FUCKING TRUCK.
THE CHAMPION PULLS HIM OUT OF THE ROPES AND SPINNING SLIDE SLAM!
ODE TO BOSSMAN!
COVER….
ONE….
…..
…..
TWO……
……
…….
THREE!!
YES! YES! IT’S OVER! NIGHTSTICK RETAINS HIS-
WAIT A MINUTE! TROY SOLVEIG’S FOOT IS ON THE FUCKING ROPES! THE REFEREE JUST NOTICED!
Nightstick was just about to celebrate when he was told the news. It isn’t enough. Unbelievably, it isn’t enough.
He gets back to his feet and removes his bulletproof vest. He holds it as a weapon as Solveig slowly gets back up.
Solveig stands.
NIGHTSTICK RUNS AT HIM WITH THE VEST!
KICK TO THE GUT!
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!
THE VEST GOES FLYING!
Troy doesn’t bridge.
He gets straight back up and retrieves the vest. What’s he doing? He grabs Nightstick, pulling him to his feet. He wraps the vest around his head.
Wait a second.
No…
Don’t do it.
Solveig positions him for the JACKHAMMER, ONLY HE’S BACKED UP TO THE STEEL STEPS THAT ARE STILL HALF INSIDE THE RING.
DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE…
JACK-
NO!
NIGHTSTICK FIGHTS OUT WITH RIGHT HANDS TO THE GUT!
HE TAKES THE VEST OFF, WRAPPING IT OVER SOLVEIGS HEAD INSTEAD!
Nightstick positions him for the JACKHAMMER, ONLY HE’S BACKED UP TO THE STEEL STEPS THAT ARE STILL HALF INSIDE THE RING.
DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE…
JACK-
NO!
BRAINBUSSTTTTERRRR!!!
BRAIN FUCKING BUSTER, ON THE BULLET PROOF VEST, ON THE STEEL FUCKING STEPS!
TROY SOLVEIG RAGDOLLS TO THE CANVAS, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING UNCONCIOUS.
NIGHTSTICK COVERS….
ONE….
…..
…..
TWO……
……
…….
THREE!!
IT’S OVER! NIGHTSTICK HAS DONE THE UNTHINKABLE RETAINED THE OSW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
WHAT A MATCH!
WHAT A VICTORY!
The referee hands him the belt as he falls off of Solveig, barely able to stand himself. He raises it into the air before holding it close.
Nightstick is going to Ring of Dreams!
But it took a fucking train wreck to get him there.
“DING DONG”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
Previously Recorded.
It’s high noon, and we find what remains of the Forever Family entering a seemingly-abandoned warehouse. Eli, Judah, and Rose enter cautiously, the light from outside illuminating them, their shadows stretching to meet a large box-type room, seemingly covered in lead.
But suddenly the lights come on!
The whole room is filled with the Nightmare Family! Their leader steps around the giant room’s edges.
David Manson.
“Look at this, boys.” Manson taunts, stepping towards Eli. “Bubba thinks he gon’ save the cunt.”
“You’re an idiot, Manson.” An emboldened Eli Forever grins. “This ends now.”
Eli looks out to the surrounding followers, but suddenly lunges forward, grabbing Manson and putting a knife to his neck.
Manson’s own knife.
“These people are loyal to me.”
The Heir Eternal drags Manson towards the door, but the Nightmare whistles in response.
A FOLLOWER GRABS ROSE!
ANOTHER GRABS JUDAH!
THEY’RE SIDING WITH MANSON!
Panic in his eyes, Eli’s eyes dart to and fro, trying to measure the situation. Restrained by one of the betrayers, Rose yells out to her brother.
“They’re trying to protect our Mother. She’s all that matters!”
Confidence restored, Eli puts Manson in front of the door, the knife chopping some beard away.
“Open it.”
The Nightmare opens the door.
As the door opens, the scene inside is a serene one. Just as the last time we saw her, Mother Magdalene is sat in a comfortable chair. But there’s one notable difference.
Blood.
Blood everywhere.
Eli rushes to his mother, in shock, as Manson looks even more shocked.
“What the fuck?”
Her throat has been split from corner to corner, the blood congealing and drying upon her clothes. Laying in her cold hands in her lap is a small butter knife, covered in shredded skin.
She killed herself.
Eli takes his mother’s hand, and looks into her eyes with utter dismay. David Manson kicks the side of the door and turns back to his followers.
“Who the fuck said to kill the bitch? She was mine!” He roars.
But it’s chaos outside of the room.
Magdalene’s safety no longer in question, there’s a civil war going on. Those loyal to Forever have secured Rose and Judah, while those loyal to Manson are ready to fight. The Nightmare himself walks between them, having recovered his knife. He looks to his bunch.
“Ding dong the bitch is gone, boys.” He grins at the Forever Family. “Hope she burns in hell.”
As they leave, Rose and Judah rush in to find Eli cradling their mother. With emotion welling up in his eyes, he looks to his siblings, locking eyes with Judah.
“Brother,” Eli whispers. “Now it’s time to turn the River red.”
The Heir Eternal walks past his assembled troops.
“We’ll leave none alive.”
A single tear drops down his cheek.
“But Manson’s mine.”
Cut.
REDWING
ENTRY #1
Finally, it’s time for the Main Event.
This…
Is…
Pandemonium!
The bell sounds and here comes Redwing! The Caped Crusader makes his way to the ring, looking ready for action.
And his opponent?
SPERO
ENTRY #2
Spero.
The Great Hope makes his way to the ring, his head tilted.
This one is going to be epic.
Both men stand opposite each other in the ring, at a standstill. They move towards the centre and talk about what comes next. They agree to do the honourable thing and fight.
They shake hands before locking up. Redwing quickly swivels into a Side Headlock, making a b-line for the corner and THE KILLING JOKE!
NO!
SPERO PUSHES HIM AWAY!
Redwing turns only to be popped up into the air.
SPERO LEAPS!
ETERNAL SPRING! POP UP FRANKENSTEINER! WHAT ELEVATION!
The Last Hope quickly looks for the cover but Redwing wisely rolls to the outside, looking to recover. He holds his neck, not paying attention to Spero who storms across the ring with a BASEBALL SLIDE, sending him into the barricade!
Spero quickly pulls him away, slamming him into the ring apron. The Caped Crusader though doesn’t hold back, blocking a right hand attempt.
He leans in with a Headbutt.
Uppercut.
RETURN TO ARKHAM!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT ON THE FLOOR!
HE PLANTED HIM!
Redwing pulls him back to his feet, sliding him into the ring. He’s going for the early elimination!
He covers…
One….
Two….
KICK OUT!
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
BUZZ!
INTREPID
ENTRY #3
Here we go! Here comes Intrepid! The Fearless Explorer runs to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He stops short of Redwing, who tilts his head. Are these two going to fight as well? They nod, locking up!
Intrepid quickly slips behind him with a Hammerlock, running him into the ropes before rolling off behind as Redwing holds on. The Superhero turns, rushing back towards him, ducking a Clothesline.
He spins, receiving a kick to the gut for his troubles.
DDT by Intrepid!
The Reporter covers…
One….
Two….
KICK OUT!
Spero by now is back to his feet, patiently waiting in the corner for one of his two friends to get back to theirs. He and Intrepid share a look, followed by a nod of respect.
The Great Hope storms out of the corner with a Clothesline but Intrepid ducks it, running into the ropes and Springboarding off.
SHOOTING STAR!
SPRINGBOARD KNEE TO THE FACE!
But here comes Redwing, rolling Intrepid up from behind..
One….
Two….
KICK OUT!
Both men spring away from the cover, scrambling back to their feet as quickly as they can.
REDWING TURNS HIM INSIDE OUT WITH A CLOTHESLINE!
He goes immediately over to Spero, dragging him back up and RUNNING HIM TOWARDS THE CORNER!
THE KILLING JOKE!
RUNNING BULLDOG INTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE!
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
BUZZ!
GAMEBOY
ENTRY #4
Waaaaait a minute!
Are you kidding me? This is incredible. Here comes Gameboy! The Gamer slides into the ring and runs towards the ropes, bouncing off and HURRICANRANNA TO REDWING!
HE NAILED HIM!
Intrepid is up a LEVEL ONE!
SUPERKICK TO INTREPID!
GAMEBOY IS CLEARING SHADOWFORCE HOUSE!
He pulls Spero up, who can barely stand, nailing him with crunching right and left hands.
BUTTON MASHER!
This is quite unbelievable! Gameboy stops, falling to his knees.
Oh no, he’s been hacked! He’s beating up his own team mates and doesn’t have a choice in the matter!
He slides to the outside, grabbing a steel chair.
No Gameboy.
Don’t do this.
Take the Headset off.
Do something.
CHAIRSHOT TO REDWING AS HE GETS BACK UP!
CHAIRSHOT TO INTREPID!
CHAIRSHOT TO SPERO!
Jesus Christ, he’s laying waste to them. Gameboy throws the chair down, seemingly snapping out of whatever hacked trance he was in. He looks down at the carnage he’s caused in shame, dropping to his knees.
But there’s no time for sorrow.
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
BUZZ!
TROY SOLVEIG
ENTRY #5
OH… SHIT.
With a big smile on his face, Troy Solveig steps out onto the stage knowing that his former group lay helpless in the ring.
Gameboy gets back to his feet, gulping.
Troy slowly enters the ring, swatting away a Dropkick by Gameboy who tries to act quickly. He gets straight back up, ducking underneath a Clothesline, driving back with right hands.
Only Solveig barely stumbles.
The Viking Warrior grabs him by the head, nailing him with a fierce Headbutt that drops him.
Intrepid and Spero are by now back to their feet.
They run at Solveig, Intrepid hitting a Low Dropkick as Spero hits a high one, taking the big man down to the canvas. They quickly mount him, hitting him as quickly and as hard as they can.
Troy though is just too powerful, pushing Spero through the middle ropes and tossing Intrepid away.
He gets back to his feet, nailing Gameboy with a Big Boot as he runs at him.
Intrepid leaps off the middle rope.
SPRINGBOARD KNEE!
SHOOTING STAR!
NO!
SUPERMAN PUNCH BY SOLVEIG!
VALKYRIE!
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
BUZZ!
BERENGAR
ENTRY #6
WELL THAT’S GOING TO EVEN THE ODDS!
HERE COMES BERENGAR
Berengar runs into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and immediately popping back to his feet. He runs towards Solveig, clashing with him like two titans in the middle of the ring. They slam off each other, bouncing away.
They meet once more in the middle, trading left and right hands – each one more thunderous than the next.
Here comes Redwing as well, taking out a leg from behind with a Chop Block.
Spero flies in from the left with a FRANKENSTEINER!
THE SHADOWFORCE ARE FIGHTING BACK, STRONGER AS A UNIT!
Solveig bounces back to his feet, catching a BIG BOOT to the face by Gameboy.
THE GREEN LIGHT!
FLYING AXEHANDLE!
INTREPID TAKES HIM DOWN!
ALL OF THEM LEAP INTO THE COVER…
One….
Two….
THREE!!
KICK OUT!
TROY SOLVEIG POWERS THEM ALL OFF OF HIM!? ARE YOU SERIOUS!? THIS GUY IS A FUCKING MONSTER!
He slowly gets back to his feet. Redwing runs at him, being tipped over the top rope.
SPEAR BY BERENGAR! SPEAR! HE GOT HIM!
BUT WAIT, GAMEBOY…
THE RESET!
RUNNING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
HE COVERS AGAIN….
One….
Two….
THREE!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
KICK OUT!
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BUZZ!
JESSIE MARTIN
ENTRY #7
Here comes Jessie Martin!
The Newcomer slides into the ring and immediately goes to work, dropping Gameboy with a Clothesline. Spero comes to his aide but he’s lifted up and dropped down chest first across the top rope.
This kid is on fire. This is his Pandemonium debut!
Troy Solveig suddenly attacks him with a knee to the gut, stopping him in his tracks. He right hands him over the top rope, following him to the outside.
Whilst that assault begins, Intrepid and Spero are getting back to their feet.
Intrepid nods at him. “I’m sorry it had to be this way,” he bemoans.
Spero tilts his head.
Suddenly, a Green Glow overpowers him, stretching his arms out wide in a Crucifix.
He’s unable to move!
What the fuck is going on?
Intrepid steps closer, looking at his friend.
“I needed your help to save my planet, but more than that, I needed your ring,” he says with great disappointment. “I can’t let them die, Spero.”
He reaches over, slipping the blue ring off of Spero’s finger – the Last Hope groans, pleads, yells to be released but Intrepid refuses at first.
“I’m sorry it had to be this way.”
As Intrepid releases his hold, Spero drops just in time to see his now former friend STORM ACROSS THE RING!
THE GREEN SPEAR OF COURAGE! HE NAILS HIM!
HE GETS UP, LOOKING DOWN WITH SHAME.
ROLL UP!
JESSIE MARTIN OUT OF NO-WHERE! HE MANAGED TO LOSE SOLVEIG ON THE OUTSIDE!
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TWO…..
THREE!
INTREPID ROLLS AWAY FROM THE ROLL UP, VANISHING IN A GLOW OF GREEN AS SPERO CLAMBERS FOR HIM!
Intrepid has been eliminated!
What the fuck is Spero going to do? Intrepid has just taken the one thing that matters to him most; the one thing that defines who he is and what he’s capable of. Spero looks absolutely distraught. He can’t believe it.
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BUZZ!
THE SCARECROW
ENTRY #8
The Buzzer sounds and by God, just after we’ve had our first elimination, we’re thrust into darkness.
Flutter!
HERE COMES THE SCARECROW!
Spero rolls to the outside, inconsolable as The Scarecrow wraps his hand around the throat of Jessie Martin!
CHOKESLAM!
BYE BYE BIRDIE!
HE DRIVES HIM INTO THE CANVAS!
The Hayman covers…
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!
Jessie Martin has been eliminated!
The Scarecrow begins his destruction of Pandemonium! Gameboy is next into the fray, running straight into the clutches of the Monster.
CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM TO GAMEBOY!
HERE COMES REDWING!
CHOKESLAM TO REDWING!
IT’S A FUCKING CHOKESLAM PARTY!
The crowd are going wild as Berengar comes in next.
CHOKESLAM TO BERENGAR!
SHADOWFORCE ARE BEING DECIMATED!
The Scarecrow is about to cover when Troy Solveig enters the ring.
These two behemoths stand toe to toe.
This could explode at any minute.
AND IT DOES!
They immediately begin trading right and left shots, the ring shaking with every impactful blow. The Scarecrow wins out, running Solveig back into the ropes and sending him across the ring.
BIG BOOT!
He immediately stalks him with his hand out, ready to end this battle before it truly begins.
Troy is up.
CHOKESLAM!
NO! HE STEPS OUT!
KNEE TO THE GUT!
VALKYRIE! SUPERMAN PUNCH!
HE TURNS, STUMBLING THE MONSTER.
JAAACCCKKKHAMMMMEEERRRRRR!!
HAMMER OF THE GODS!
COVER….
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!
The Scarecrow has been eliminated!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?
TROY SOLVEIG JUST ELIMINATED THE SCARECROW!
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BUZZ!
JIMMY SARTYR
ENTRY #9
WHOA!
WAIT A MINUTE!
THAT’S…. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?
The fans go fucking ballistic. They’re roaring as Jimmy Sartyr steps out onto the stage, a massive shit eating grin on his face.
The IWF favourite has come to Pandemonium!
He slides into the ring, ducking under a Clothesline by Troy Solveig. He immediately spins him, kicking him low.
THE WARNING SHOT! PUMPLE HANDLE SLAM!
NO! SOLVEIG POWERS OUT WITH A BACK ELBOW, STUMBLING THE INNOVATOR!
Solveig runs at him with a BIG BOOT, almost taking his fucking head off!
Solveig looks to cut short this wrestling return here tonight, but Redwing enters the fray! The Hero spins Solveig around, grabbing him into the Headlock and RUNNING HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
THE KILLING JOKE!
HE HAS TO COVER….
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!
KICK OUT! SOLVEIG KICKS OUT!
Redwing can’t believe it. He gets back to his feet to find Jimmy Sartyr waiting. Sartyr grabs him by the arms.
CHIN CHECK!
HOLDING ARM TUGGING DROPKICK!
The fans roar.
JIMMY SARTYR
CLAP CLAP CLAP!
JIMMY SARTYR
CLAP CLAP CLAP!
The Innovator stands tall, nodding at the ovation. He grabs Redwing and whips him into the corner, climbing the ropes behind him.
Jimmy slams his knee into the back of his head.
OH REALLY?
THE THRILLRIDE!
HE LEAPS, DRIVING REDWINGS HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!
JIMMY COVERS…
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!
Redwing has been eliminated!
Berengar, Gameboy and Spero are back into the ring now, looking at Sartyr. They’re not happy and they have every reason to feel that way.
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BUZZ!
REDMOND QUINN
ENTRY #10
Here comes Entrant #10, Redmond Quinn!
We’ve got six guys in the ring now and we’re half way through this match already. Jimmy Sartyr meanwhile is fending off Shadowforce, failing miserably.
Quinn gets into the act quickly, clobbering Berengar from behind with a double forearm shot to the back.
They quickly begin fighting, trading right and left hands.
Spero elsewhere doesn’t look himself. He’s crouching the corner, feeling almost powerless. Without his ring, he doesn’t know what to do.
There’s something different about him.
Quinn slams a knee into the mid-section of Berengar before whipping him across the ring, running to catch him with a Clothesline.
The Teacher then turns his attention to Troy Solveig, who snaps him into a Side Headlock.
Across the ring, Sartyr is being pummelled in the corner by Gameboy whilst the fans cheer for him to fight back, which he shortly does.
Berengar is back into the fight, pulling Solveig away from Quinn to drive him into the canvas with a German Suplex. He gets back up to be rolled into a pinfall by Redmond.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NO!
KICK OUT!
They spring away, Redmond getting back to his feet just in time to meet a Dropkick by Jimmy Sartyr.
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BUZZ!
DAVID MANSON
ENTRY #11
Oh boy, here comes David Manson of all people.
Manson slides straight into the ring, dropping Sartyr with a violent headbutt. He turns around, kicking Quinn as he gets back to his feet and driving him into the canvas with a DDT.
The vile Manson catches Spero still in the corner, kneeling there, almost in a trance and runs across the ring to knee him in the face. He comes away, pulling The Last Hope to his feet and delivering a Snap Suplex.
Gameboy tries to even the odds, running towards Manson but stopping short.
He clutches at his headset.
He’s being hacked… again.
Manson takes advantage of the opportunity, pulling him in…
SMALL PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!
IMMEDIATELY INTO THE COVER…
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!!
NO! GAMEBOY KICKS OUT!
That was close.
Berengar meanwhile has Jimmy Sartyr and tosses him across the ring with aplomb, but Jimmy manages the land on his feet spinning around and catching him with Spinning Heel Kick.
David Manson comes in from behind, lifting him into the air with an attempted German Suplex, only Jimmy, ever the reversal master, lands on his feet.
He quickly Dropkicks him into the corner, chest first into the turnbuckle.
REDMOND QUINN FROM BEHIND WITH A ROLL UP ON SARTYR!
SARTYR ROLLS THROUGH!
REDMOND IS ON HIS KNEES!
KICK TO THE HEAD!
JIMMY WITH THE COVER…
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!!
NO! THE TEACHER KICKS OUT!
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BUZZ!
PAYNE
ENTRY #12
Who the hell is this guy?
As Payne steps out into the arena, he’s immediately met by the chants for Jimmy Sartyr.
JIMMY SARTYR!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
JIMMY SARTYR!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Angrily, Payne heads to the ring, going underneath it and grabbing a kendo stick. He slides in, CATCHING JIMMY RIGHT ACROSS THE FUCKING SKULL!
The Innovator hits the deck and curls up into a ball as Payne delivers a vicious assault, slamming the Kendo stick into him over and over again until it snaps in half.
His rage reminds the real wrestling fans amongst us of a time when DTR had a similar kind of response.
Payne pulls Jimmy up from the canvas and straight between his legs.
PILEDRIVER!
HE NAILS IT.
JIMMY’S HEAD BOUNCES OFF THE CANVAS, SPIKED AS HARD AS YOU COULD POSSIBLY IMAGINE.
PAYNE COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Jimmy Sartyr has been eliminated!
Payne gets back to his feet with a sinister smile, mockingly clapping as Jimmy rolls away to the outside. You’d have to think that if we’re lucky, this one might not be over yet.
Meanwhile, Gameboy is back in action having been hacked once more a little while earlier. He’s remonstrating with Spero, trying to convince him to get back into the fight – only he can’t.
Berengar checks in, and that’s when Manson and Solveig momentarily align with Clotheslines to both of them from behind. They drag Spero away and into a Double Suplex.
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BUZZ!
JAMES HUNTER
ENTRY #13
OH WOW!
IT’S THE QUESTION! THE QUESTION IS BACK FOR PANDEMONIUM!
With his axe in hand he slides into the ring, swiping at Solveig, who thanks to his armour avoids any serious wounding.
Troy quickly scoops him up and runs him into the corner, using Shoulder Barges to disarm him of his weapon of choice.
Only Hunter smashes forearms down across his back, followed by a knee, doubling over The Viking.
James grabs him, running him straight through into the ring post. He walks out of the corner to drop Payne with a BIG BOOT!
Payne gets up…
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB
INTO THE DDT!
POETIC JUSTICE TO PAYNE!
HE COVERS….
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
Payne has been eliminated!
Hunter gets back to his feet and is bombarded by Gameboy who catches him with a Flying Crossbody.
ONLY THE QUESTION PLUCKS HIM OUT OF THE AIR!
POWERSLAM!
Holy Shit!
James rolls to the outside and goes under the ring, pulling out tables. HERE WE GO FOLKS! IT’S ABOUT TO GET A LITTLE HARDCORE!
He sets one up with the other right next to it, climbing back on the ring apron.
BUT WAIT, HE’S STOPPED BY DAVID MANSON!
MANSON WITH HEADBUTTS!
PLENTY OF HEADBUTTS!
THE QUESTION IS LANGUISHING ON THE APRON.
DAVID PULLS HIM IN…
SUPLEX!
NO! JAMES PULLS HIM OVER ONTO THE APRON ASWELL!
THEY SLUG IT OUT!
RIGHT HANDS!
LEFT HANDS!
REDMOND QUINN STORMS ACROSS THE RING!
SPEAR THROUGH THE ROPES, SPEAR SPEAR SPEAR INTO MANSON AND HUNTER!
ALL THREE CRASH DOWN INTO THE FUCKING TABLES BELOW!
HOLY SHIT!
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BUZZ!
EL TRÉBOL JUNIOR
ENTRY #14
IT’S THE GREEN BEAN!
EL TRÉBOL JUNIOR runs down the entrance ramp, sliding under the bottom rope to a rapturous ovation. He leaps straight into TROY SOLVEIG WITH A HURICANRANNA!
Meanwhile, Redmond Quinn is barely pulling himself from the wreckage of those two tables. He gets back to his feet, slumping onto the ring steps.
Only there’s El Trébol Junior!
HE FLIES THROUGH THE ROPES!
TOPE SUICIDA!
HE CLOBBERS HIM!
Landing on his feet, The Green Bean turns around to a massive BIG BOOT by BERENGAR! That almost takes his head off.
Berengar tosses him back into the ring and follows him inside.
Elsewhere, on the opposite side of the ring, Troy Solveig has pulled two ladders from beneath it. He slides one inside and sets the other across the ring apron and the barricade.
What the fuck does he have in mind?
Spero is finally back to his senses, using the top rope to pull himself over and down atop Solveig on the outside.
Berengar tosses The Green Bean the same way, but he lands on the ring apron.
The Knight storms across the ring towards him with a Boot, only Trebol side steps, hanging him up on the top rope.
He kicks the ropes into his groin, then runs towards the ring post, runs up the turnbuckles and…
STEP UP ENZIGURI!
Berengar hits the mat hard! Trebol slides to the outside, helping Spero back to his feet.
Finally, they share a moment, embracing right there on the outside!
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BUZZ!
KING ARTHUR
ENTRY #15
The Lich King makes a slow and methodical walk towards the ring, making a whopping 9 wrestlers in the match.
Spero, Gameboy, Troy Solveig, Berengar, Redmond Quinn, David Manson, James Hunter and El Trebol also remain.
Arthur finds Berengar in the ring, both men coming face to face as they do.
It’s about to EXPLODE!
BUT HERE COMES JAMES HUNTER FROM BEHIND!
Hunter clobbers Berengar, sending him through the ropes. He turns to face Arthur, who kicks him low, taking out a leg.
Arthur into the ropes.
THE KINGS CROSSING! MASSIVE RUNNING KNEE!
IT DOESN’T EVEN TAKE HUNTER DOWN!
THE GREEN BEAN LEAPS FROM THE TOP ROPE AS HE STANDS
AL VER VERDE!
REVERSE FRANKENSTEINER!
HUNTER FLIPS OVER JUST IN TIME FOR SPERO TO COME SOARING OFF THE TOP ROPE!
THE LAST BEACON
SHOOTING STAR PRESS! CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
BOTH HE AND TREBOL COVER HUNTER…
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!!
James Hunter has been eliminated!
Spero and Trébol celebrate, only Arthur KICKS SPERO in the face!
The Green Bean turns around to an INSIDE CRADLE!
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!!
El Trébol Junior has been eliminated!
Arthur gets back to his feet, mightily proud of himself before being tackled by a furious Spero.
That leaves us with five entries left and seven participants remaining in the match.
One of those entries is coming up next.
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BUZZ!
MYSTERION
ENTRY #16
Here comes Mysterion.
He slides into the ring, ducking under a Clothesline attempt by Redmond Quinn who is now back to his feet.
He comes back off the ropes with a Crossbody, taking him down.
The Cloaked Conundrum gets back to his feet, running towards the ropes, but DAVID MANSON TRIPS HIM UP!
Manson slides into the ring and grabs the ladder left by Solveig, propping it up in the corner. What’s he planning?
SOLVEIG THOUGH COMES RUNNING!
SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!
SPEAR THROUGH THE FUCKING LADDER!
SOLVEIG SPEARS MANSON STRAIGHT TO FUCKING HELL THROUGH THAT GOD DAMN LADDER! THE METAL SNAPPED IN HALF! IT FUCKING SNAPPED!
King Arthur can’t believe it, only he’s popped up into the air.
POP-UP POWERBOMB!
VANQUISHER BY BERENGAR!
HIS NEMESIS CAUGHT HIM.
COVER…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
King Arthur has been eliminated!
Berengar just sent his enemy packing!
Gameboy is by now back into the action, ROLLING UP BERENGAR FROM BEHIND!
ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!
That was crafty! They spring away from the attempt, Berengar looking absolutely shocked.
Both of them get back to their feet and meet in the middle, Gameboy being picked up for a Scoop Slam but wiggling free.
He drops down, scooting between his legs before hitting the ropes with a SPRINGBOARD..
SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT TO BERENGAR!
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BUZZ!
DARKWISH
ENTRY #17
Darkwish descends upon the ring, ready to destroy. Each member of The Shadowforce before him about to step into their own personal hell.
The first person he comes across is Spero. He looks at his former ‘friend’ and grimaces, both men colliding in the middle of the ring.
After taking him down with a Clothesline, Darkwish grabs one broken half of the ladder and tosses it outside the ring at a getting up Redmond Quinn, nailing him in the head.
Gameboy and Berengar are up, standing opposite Darkwish. This doesn’t shake out well for the turncoat.
Here comes Spero too.
Everyone Shadowforce are back to their feet and in the middle of the ring.
They run at Darkwish.
He’s immediately attacked, all three men bombarding him in the corner with right and left hands, punishing him for what he’s done to Redwing.
BUT HERE COMES MYSTERION!
Mysterion drags Spero away, right handing him.
Darkwish plants a Headbutt on Berengar before raking the eyes of Gameboy.
The villain grabs Gameboy and tosses him over the top rope, immediately running towards Spero who’s fighting back against Mysterion and TAKING OUT HIS LEGS WITH A LEAPING DROPKICK!
Darkwish gets back to his feet, ducking under a Clothesline by Berengar.
KICK TO THE GUT!
DDT!
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BUZZ!
ETHAN BIRD
ENTRY #18
WELL IF THAT ISN’T A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES!
It’s Ethan Bird!
He storms his way to the ring with a trash can in hand, looking ready to hand out naps here tonight. He’s met by Darkwish.
TRASH CAN TO THE SKULL!
Gameboy is next up.
TRASH CAN TO THE SKULL!
He’s handing out naps!
Troy Solveig LEAPS into the air as he gets onto the ring apron.
VALYRIE!
SUPERMAN PUNCH!
HE CAUGHT BIRD SQUARE ON THE JAW!
Solveig smiles, turning around to see David Manson – who’s eager for revenge.
MANSON CLOTHESLINE!
CACTUS CLOTHESLINE, HOW YOU DOIN’!?
Manson demands he gets back up, dragging him to his feet and…
THE HORRORSHOW!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK RUNNING PILEDRIVER.
MANSON COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
NO! SOLVEIG KICKS OUT!
The Nightmare can’t believe it. He rolls to the outside and goes under the ring, grabbing something out.
IT’S A BARBED WIRE BOARD!
HOLY SHIT!
He slides it under the bottom rope and gets Troy Solveig back to his feet – back into position for yet ANOTHER Horrorshow.
He scoops him up.
NO.
TROY DROPS DOWN.
LOW BLOW!
Both men collapse on the canvas in a heap, absolutely exhausted.
Meanwhile, Redmond Quinn is back to his feet, slumping into the corner. He stumbles out, met by Gameboy. Gameboy quickly fires away some knees to his gut, tossing him into the ropes.
CLOTHESLINE BY QUINN!
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BUZZ!
LONGFELLOW
ENTRY #19
Entrant Number 19 is Longfellow! There’s only one more spot left and we’ve not seen a whole host of talent. This is unbelievable.
There’s no Rain, Nocturne, Monty Straight, Eli Forever or Zander Zane.
There’s just one spot left.
Who takes it?
Meanwhile, Mysterion is back in the ring and attacking Redmond Quinn. He slams him into the corner, running towards him.
MONKEY FLIP!
MONKEY FLIP ONTO THE BARBED WIRE BOARD
OH MY FUCKING GOD
THAT HAS RIPPED QUINN’S BACK TO SHREDS!
Mysterion gets up with a smile, eagerly stomping down on his now blooded back.
Meanwhile Longfellow has caught up with Bird on the outside. They’re slugging away with one another, Khalil using a knee to get the upper hand.
Manson elsewhere is back to his feet. Darkwish ROLLS him from behind.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
KICK OUT!
They both spring away, Manson popping back up and WELCOME TO MANSON STREET!
RUNNING NECKBREAKER!
HE COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Darkwish has been eliminated!
There’s 9 left in the match and only one entrant left. We’re looking at our finalists right now folks. One of these men will win Pandemonium V.
Spero, Gameboy, Solveig, Berengar, Redmond Quinn, David Manson, Mysterion, Ethan Bird and Longfellow remain.
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BUZZ!
MONTY STRAIGHT
ENTRY #20
IT’S MONTY STRAIGHT!
MONTY STRAIGHT IS THE LAST ENTRANT IN PANDEMONIUM V!
THIS IS IT! ALL TWENTY PARTICIPANTS HAVE ENTERED!
ONE OF THESE MEN WILL MAIN EVENT RING OF DREAMS!
Straight barely makes it to the ring before Longfellow tackles him to the ground, pummelling away at him. Right and left hands fiercely crash into his face before Straight flips him off overhead.
Straight gets back to his feet and drags Khalil back, violently pulling him towards the ring. He crashes his skull off the ring apron, rolling him inside the ring.
He follows, grabbing the Barbed Wire board. What the hell is he thinking? He swings for his head!
LONFELLOW DUCKS!
He scoops him up.
ROLLING SAMOAN DROP!
POETIC JUSTICE!
STANDING PHOENIX SPLASH!
LONGFELLOW COVERS…
ONE….
TWO…
THREE!
Monty Straight has been eliminated!
The Poet gets back to his feet, talking trash at Straight before ETHAN BIRD turns him.
FISHERMANS DDT!
THE WORLDS END!
PINFALL…
ONE….
TWO…
THREE!
Khalil Longfellow has been eliminated!
That’s it folks, we’re down to the final eight. One of these eight will challenge Nightstick for the Championship at Ring of Dreams.
SPERO.
GAMEBOY.
TROY SOLVEIG.
BERENGAR.
REDMOND QUINN.
DAVID MANSON.
MYSTERION.
ETHAN BIRD!
Berengar, Gameboy and Spero begin to regroup, entering the ring together.
Troy Solveig rises in one corner.
David Manson rises in the other.
Mysterion wisely watches from the outside and Redmond Quinn is flat out on the floor, bloodied across his back.
In the middle? Ethan Bird.
Oh it’s on.
5..
WAIT… WHAT?
4…
3..
THE BUZZER IS ABOUT TO GO OFF!?
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BUZZ!
RAIN
ENTRY #21
IT’S RAIN!
THERE’S MORE TO COME!? OH MY GOD! RAIN IS COMING OUT AS ENTRANT NUMBER TWENTY-ONE IN WHAT LOOKS LIKE A BUMPER PANDEMONIUM!
NO-ONE IN THE RING CAN BELIEVE IT!
THEY EXPLODE!
FIGHTS BREAK OUT ALL ACROSS THE RING!
THIS…. IS…. PANDEMONIUM!
David Manson and Troy Solveig finally team, going after Gameboy, Spero and Berengar.
Mysterion pulls Ethan Bird from the ring, brawling.
And Rain, he grabs Quinn and rolls him into the ring. He’s going to put him away.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
NO! UNBELIEVABLE! THE ULTIMATE UNDERDOG KICKS OUT!
The Outcast pulls him back to his feet and signals for the end.
BROTHER MINE!
NO! QUINN BACKS OUT.
PUMPHANDLE FLATLINER!
RAIN FLIPS OUT!
TROY SOLVEIG FROM BEHIND! HE RUNS PAST RAIN AND THROUGH QUINN WITH A SPEAR!
MANSON SPINS RAIN!
BROTHER MINE!
DDT TO MANSON!
Rain gets back to his feet, being met by Berengar who POPS HIM UP.
POP UP POWERBOMB!
NO! HEAD SCISSORS TAKE DOWN IN REVERSAL!
The Outcast is on fire!
He looks to go after Berengar but Gameboy arrives just in the knick of time, BUTTON MASHER! The final right hand is blocked though, followed by a knee to the gut.
SPERO ROLLS RAIN UP!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
KICK OUT!
RAIN KICKS OUT!
WHAT A SEQUENCE!
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BUZZ!
IT LOOKS LIKE 21 ISN’T THE MAGIC NUMBER TONIGHT! WE HAVE MORE…
NOCTURNE
ENTRY #22
SAY HELLO TO NOCTURNE!
As The Demon appears, Troy Solveig’s attention is immediately piqued. He slides to the outside, running to meet him on the ramp.
They trade off with right and left hands, beating the holy crap out of each other until Troy hits him with a knee. The Viking Warrior drags him down the ramp, slamming him into the ring post.
These two despise each other. Nocturne though, he battles back with a knee of his own. He Headbutts him right between the eyes and they fight around to the ladder still perched between the barricade and the ring apron.
Nocturne smashes Troy’s head off repeatedly, finally lifting him up on top of it before climbing up himself.
What’s he thinking?
They’re both now standing atop this ladder, straddling it unsteadily outside the ring. Nocturne is going to Suplex him, but Troy blocks it.
Another block.
TROY LIFTS NOCTURNE UP INSTEAD!
JACKHAMMER!
JACKHAMMER THROUGH THE FUCKING LADDER!
OH MY GOD!
NOCTURNE JUST GOT DRIVEN STRAIGHT BACK TO FUCKING HELL!
Troy Solveig somehow drags himself from that wreckage to roll an utterly limp Nocturne back into the ring. Jesus Christ.
This war is far from over.
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
Nocturne has been eliminated!
What utter fucking brutality.
These two men hate each other with a passion that is unrivalled. A passion that saw them brutalize each other once already tonight and then continue that in the same vein here in the biggest match of the night.
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BUZZ!
ISAAC DANVERS
ENTRY #23
WELCOME BACK DOCTOR ISAAC DANVERS!
Danvers rushes to the ring, knowing that his opportunity now.
He meets Mysterion there, who ducks underneath a Clothesline and Dropkicks him through the ropes to the outside.
Gameboy suddenly appears.
LEVEL ONE AS MYSTERION GETS BACK TO HIS FEET!
SUPERKICK!
NO!
THE CLOAKED CONUNDRUM DUCKS.
PAUSE.
Suddenly, everything is paused. What the fuck is going on?
Gameboy walks forward, realizing that he isn’t responsible for this. Whoever been hacking him just paused the game.
He turns around, looking at the frozen faces.
Only they’re not all frozen.
MYSTERION WITH THE PUNCH OF DOOM!
THE PUNCH OF DOOM BY MYSTERION!
WHAT THE FUCK!?
Mysterion pulls a remote out of his pocket and laughs maniacally! HE’S THE HACKER! MYSTERION HAS BEEN HACKING GAMEBOY!
HE UNPAUSES AND COVERS…
CONFUSION.
BUT THE REFEREE COUNTS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Gameboy has been eliminated!
What the fuck! Can you believe this? Mysterion has been the hacker this whole time!
Mysterion cockily bows, but from behind is Danvers!
THE CURE!
HE GOT IT! MYSTERION IS FLAT OUT TO A HUGE CHEER FROM THE CROWD.
ANOTHER COVER….
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Mysterion has been eliminated!
This is absolutely incredible! Isaac Danvers is ever the opportunist and that leaves us with eight.
And we can confirm…
There is TWO MORE ENTRIES TO COME!
TWENTY-FOUR…
AND TWENTY-FIVE!
Who will they be?
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
BUZZ!
ELI FOREVER
ENTRY #24
Welcome to the Fray, Eli Forever!
David Manson immediately stands firm in the ring with a grimace as an absolutely distraught Eli runs at him. He slides in and tackles him to the ground, both men going at it furiously.
Forever though is the fresher of the two and pulls Manson back to his feet.
SCOOP SLAM DOWN ON THE BARBED WIRE BOARD!
HOLY SHIT!
Eli doesn’t stop though, he pulls Manson from it, the board stuck to his back as he does. He has them both, squeezing the board from behind into David’s back.
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! OH MY GOD!
DAVID MANSON HAS TO BE BROKEN IN HALF!
Danvers though grabs Eli as he gets back to his feet.
That’s a HUGE MISTAKE!
ETERNAL RIVER PLUNGE TO DANVERS!
THE PEARL RIVER PLUNGE!
HE COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Isaac Danvers has been eliminated!
Forever immediately turns his attention back to Manson, only Spero runs him over the top rope to the outside.
Rain spins Spero on the spot.
BROTHER MINE!
DDT!
Rain covers…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Spero has been eliminated!
THE NUMBERS ARE BEGINNING TO DWINDLE WITH JUST ONE ENTRY LEFT!
Troy Solveig and Berengar are now back to their feet, brawling away.
Ethan Bird comes in, his eyes set on Rain.
This is going to be good.
But it’s time for the final entry of the night.
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
BUZZ!
ZANDER ZANE
ENTRY #25
It’s The Rockstar himself!
This is it folks.
One of the following men will win Pandemonium.
TROY SOLVEIG.
BERENGAR.
REDMOND QUINN.
DAVID MANSON.
ETHAN BIRD.
RAIN.
ELI FOREVER…
OR ZANDER ZANE!
Ethan Bird whips Rain into the ropes, catching him with a Back Elbow. He quickly turns his attention an onrushing Zane, kicking him hard and pulling him close.
THE WORLDS END!
FISHERMAN-NOPE!
ZANE BLOCKS IT.
Zane pulls him into a Short Arm Clothesline!
BIRD DUCKS
MIC DROP!
STUNNER OUT OF NO-WHERE!
OUT OF NO-WHERE!
Zane covers…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Ethan Bird has been eliminated!
David Manson is by now back to his feet, looking for Eli Forever. His back looks like mince meat but the only man he finds is an exhausted Redmond Quinn.
The Nightmare pulls Quinn in, looking for the Horrorshow, only Redmond flips him on overhead.
Manson somehow lands on his feet.
MIC DROP FROM ZANE!
ZANE CAUGHT HIM OUT OF THE FLIP WITH A MIC DROP! OH MY GOD!
Rain quickly comes in, grabbing Zander…
BROTHER MINE!
NO!
Zane runs him backwards into the corner, slamming him hard.
The Rocker stumbles away, turning around to Berengar with a BIG BOOT!
Rain comes out of the corner.
HALLELUJAHBOMB!
HALLELUJAHBOMB!
FOREVER COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Rain has been eliminated!
Eli barely has time to get back to his feet before he’s caught.
POP UP POWERBOMB!
BERENGAR DRILLS HIM.
INTO THE COVER…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Eli Forever has been eliminated!
This is happening thick and fast! Zander Zane is back to his feet and CLASS DISMISSED! THE BITTER END FLATLINER BY QUINN!
SURELY NOT…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Zander Zane has been eliminated!
Elimination after elimination after elimination and we’re finally at the FINAL FOUR! They get to their feet if they aren’t, standing in their respective corners.
TROY SOLVEIG.
BERENGAR.
REDMOND QUINN.
DAVID MANSON.
Troy and Berengar run at each other, leaving Quinn and Manson to do battle. Troy and Berengar lock up, The Knight turning him into a Side Headlock before being tossed across the ring.
Manson catches Quinn with a knee to the gut, dropping him down a single knee himself. He hits the ropes.
WELCOME TO MANSON STREET
NECKBREAKER!
DESTINY’S MAW BY BERENGAR!
Solveig powers out with a MASSIVE BACK BODY DROP!
The Knight gets back to his feet just in time to see TROY SOLVEIG STORMING ACROSS THE RING WITH A SPEAR!
HE DODGES!
BUT MANSON KICKS HIM LOW.
THE HORROR SHOW!
RUNNING DOUBLE UNDERHOOK PILEDRIVER!
MANSON JUST FUCKING DRILLED BERENGAR!
David gets up to see TROY SOLVEIG FLYING THROUGH THE AIR!
VALKYRIE!
SUPERMAN PUNCH TO MANSON!
Solveig roars!
WAIT, FROM BEHIND OUT NO-WHERE IS QUINN! HE’S KICKED THE BARBED WIRE BACK BOARD BEHIND SOLVEIG.
PUMP HANDLE FLATLINER!!
OH MY GOD!!
THE BITTER END!
CLASS DISMISSED INTO THE FUCKING BARBED WIRE! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?
HE LEAPS ON TOP OF SOLVEIG..
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Troy Solveig has been eliminated!
HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK! REDMOND QUINN ELIMINATES TROY SOLVEIG!
Quinn gets back to his feet, stumbling towards the ropes. He can’t believe it himself. But here’s Manson to ruin his party.
Manson runs across the ring towards him, only Quinn dives out of the way and David flies through the middle rope!
Berengar is back to his feet.
CLOTHESLINE!
NO!
REDMOND BYPASSES IT!
INTO THE ROPES!
CLOBBERED FROM BEHIND WITH A STEEL CHAIR BY MANSON, THAT FUCKING COWARD!
Manson rolls back into the ring, SWINGING WILDLY AT BERENGAR WHO DUCKS.
AND HE CATCHES HIM ON THE RETURN!
BERENGAR GOES DOWN
CHAIR SHOT AGAIN ACROSS THE SKULL FOR GOOD MEASURE!
Manson pulls him up.
THE HORRORSHOW!
PILEDRIVER ON THE FUCKING CHAIR!
HE COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Berengar has been eliminated!
This is it.
This is the end.
It all comes down to this. Redmond Quinn vs. David Manson for the right to face Nightstick at Ring of Dreams for the OSW World Championship.
Redmond crawls towards Manson, who grabs the chair from underneath Berengar and grimaces. Quinn pulls himself up the body of The Nightmare, who begins to laugh.
Manson kicks him away.
He winds that chair up.
WHACK!
RIGHT OVER THE FUCKING SKULL!
WHACK!
RIGHT ACROSS THE BACK!
WHACK!
AGAIN!
WHACK!
AGAIN!
WHACK!
AGAIN!
WHACK!
AGAIN!
WHACK!
AGAIN!
You sadistic fucking prick. He’s had enough God damnit.
Manson slams the chair down and cockily leans over into the cover.
ONE….
TWO…..
THREE!
NO! HE PULLS QUINNS HEAD UP.
WHAT AN ABSOLUTE FUCKING CUNT!
“I told you,” he roars. “It’s time to wake the fuck up! The real Nightmare begins now.”
There’s nothing he can do.
David pulls Quinn up and pulls him underneath.
THE HORROR SHOW…
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
QUINN FLIPS OVERHEAD WITH EVERYTHING HE HAS!
David lands on his feet, wisely scooping up the steel chair as Redmond rallies for one last duel.
CHAIR SHOT TO THE FUCKING SKULL!
NO!!!!
PUMP HANDLE FLATLINER!
CLASS DISMISSED!
THERE’S JUST NO WAY IN HELL….
ONE….
TWO…..
THREE!
SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!
The fans are on the edge of their feet. They haven’t seen an underdog come through what Quinn has since the likes of Neville Sheldon. Everyone is on their feet, roaring for him to fight on.
Both men slowly get back to their feet, Quinn’s face a crimson mask from all those chair shots.
His back red raw from the barbed wire.
David calls to the rampway.
HERE COMES HIS FAMILY.
JESUS CHRIST!
BUT NO! ELI FOREVER CHARGES FROM BEHIND! HE CUTS THEM DOWN WITH A STEEL CHAIR OF HIS OWN!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
FOREVER HITS ANY FAMILY MEMBER THAT MOVES!
MANSON CAN’T BELIEVE IT.
ROLL UP FROM BEHIND…
ONE….
TWO…..
THREE!
KICK OUT! KICK OUT BY MANSON!
They spring away from the roll up…
COBRA CLUTCH! COBRA CLUTCH! REDMOND QUINN LOCKS IN THE FUCKING CLUTCH!
HE FALLS BACKWARDS ONTO THE BARBED WIRE BOARD!
BUT HE RETAINS THE CLUTCH!
OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
QUINN IS STRANGLING THE LIFE OUT OF DAVID MANSON WHILST BEING CUT TO PIECES!
HE TAPS! MANSON TAPS!
MANSON FUCKING TAPS OUT!
REDMOND QUINN HAS DONE THE UNTHINKABLE! REDMOND QUINN… REDMOND FUCKING QUINN HAS WON PANDEMONIUM!
AFTER EVERYTHIGN HE’S BEEN THROUGH.
AFTER EVERYTHING HE’S ENDURED.
REDMOND QUINN IS GOING TO RING OF DREAMS FOR THE TITLE!
Redmond Quinn pushes Manson off and pulls himself from the barbed wire embedded in his skin. He’s bloodied, sore and agonized, but somehow, someway, he’s endured so much worse and made it here to become a winner at Pandemonium.
The fans are standing, applauding him passionately and who can blame them?
Redmond Quinn is added to the history books amongst the famous names of Red River Jack, Bruce Van Chan, Solomon Rhodes and Nicholas Mammon.
What a night.
What a fucking night.
“CANCELLED”
RINGSIDE
As Redmond Quinn gets back to his feet, an ultimate underdog and victor on one of the biggest nights of his life, the fans around him give a standing ovation.
He’s earned it.
However, the sound of trundling footsteps shortly interrupts.
Because standing at the entrance to the Tap Room, surrounded by heavily armed police officers is none other than Nightstick.
They march towards the ring as Quinn leans on the ropes in shock, watching as they surround him on all sides and enter. What’s he going to have to do to survive this?
Nightstick might just start Ring of Dreams early.
The World Champion enters via the steps, coming face to face with his future opponent. Other officers likewise approach, but from both sides, ensuring that he has no-where to go.
“Myself and Luther Creed rarely saw eye to eye,” he admits, shaking his head. “But we overcame that.”
Quinn nods, knowingly. He was there – he was around at that time.
“And when he was murdered, I took it upon myself to hunt down the person responsible.”
The Teacher straightens up, hands on hips.
“You.”
Before Redmond can remonstrate or say another word, officers have grabbed him, slapping handcuffs around his wrists.
The fans aren’t sure what to do; they’re just as shocked as the rest of us.
Quinn’s eyes narrow.
“He thought you were his brother and you betrayed him,” Nightstick barks as officers read Quinn his Miranda rights. “You killed him.”
Nightstick is enraged.
“There won’t be a Ring of Dreams Main Event. You won’t benefit from his death.”
The officers lead Redmond away, towards the ropes and outside of the ring.
“Our match is cancelled.”
“THE SUMMONING”
RINGSIDE
With the ring now clear of officers, the lights in the arena dim to darkness.
Static.
Glitch.
Lights.
When the lights return, Odin and Zeus stand in the middle of the ring, a podium stood between them with a large golden bowl positioned atop it.
Odin reaches into his pocket, muttering indecipherable words as he pulls out a vile of Shadow’s grace, pouring it into the bowl.
Flash.
In a bright spark of light and a large plume of smoke, our vision is almost immediately compromised.
But when it clears, The Chief finds himself stood between them.
Summoned by Odin.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Yahweh demands to know. “How did you summon me?”
Zeus approaches first. “We know you’ve been killing the Gods,” he angrily accuses him, poking him in the chest with a finger. “And taking the power for yourself.”
The Chief shakes his head vehemently.
“You’re mistaken,” he pleads. “I would never.”
Odin balks. “You cast us all out of paradise when you chose to intervene in humanity’s plight, Yahweh. You’ve destroyed Elysium Fields and put us all at risk from it.”
“Now it’s time to end this,” Zeus bellows.
Flash.
Static.
A piercing white light blinds us all momentarily.
Followed by a horrifying scream.
The lights slowly return, revealing Rain.
He’s stood behind Zeus, a mystical dagger in his hand, dripping with the blood of a God.
It belongs to Zeus.
And he falls, slumping to the canvas.
Yahweh steps backwards in shock, reeling from what he’s just witnessed.
Only, Odin doesn’t have the same reaction.
He’s smiling.
“At first, I thought it couldn’t be done,” Odin says with a huge grin, patting Rain on the shoulder. “But it turned out that killing God’s is as easy as killing men if you have the right weapon.”
Rain grins evilly.
“Why have all the power in the world with many God’s, when one could rule?”
Yahweh can’t believe it. “You did this? You murdered them all?”
Odin shakes his head.
“No, you foolish idiot, he did,” Odin says pointing to Rain. “My Valkyrie.”
Suddenly, everything falls into place.
The reason why Rain could see the Dead.
Rain charges towards Yahweh with the blade, looking to finish the job he’d started.
Flutter.
THE SCARECROW!
The Monster immediately appears, grabbing The Chief and whisking him away – muting the summoning powers that left him helpless.
Odin laughs maniacally, looking at Rain who repositions himself by his side.
“I am the one true God, the Allfather, the almighty and all seeing,” he pronounces. “And at Ring of Dreams, you will worship me.”
Cut.