Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Previously Recorded.
Trees.
Trees everywhere.
Somewhere in a forest, we follow a man walking with purpose. The world is foggy, desaturated, and incomplete. It’s as if the unknown figure is moving through a veil as he comes to a stop behind a tree, his shadow looming tall into the dirt path in front of him.
Walking along the tree line, the shadow seems to be waiting for something, like a predator stalking his prey.
A man’s scream echoes in the distance, one silenced suddenly. The shadow grows along the dirt path until he comes to an old car.
There is no one around. All that remains is this ancient Oldsmobile.
An incomprehensible voice seems to be calling in the distance, pleading wordless cries out for something or someone.
The shadow walks around the hood of the light colored car, slowly drawing a knife as he does so. The darkness clouds the front of the car as the man holds up his bare arm, slowly cutting into the flesh. As blood begins to drip out, the shadow slowly and deliberately drips the blood on the car’s hood into three letters.
OSW.
Once the last letter is finished, the shadow smears the black blood across the hood, as if the last ditch efforts of a dying man.
Then he draws a camera out of an unseen bag. He takes a photo of the smeared blood as we go through the camera lens to see that photo turned to black and white. It’s now laying atop a dossier, containing other paperwork we cannot see.
We can’t make it out, but a name is scribbled onto the photo.
Cut.
Previously Recorded.
Last week.
“You did what?” The voice of Redwing growls, his volume at a whisper.
“I got us added to the Tag Team Championship match at Pandemonium.” Mister Andy responds.
The duo are skulking in the dark rafters of a warehouse. Below them, dozens of teenagers go through boxes, sorting out items onto conveyers to be loaded into large vans.
Electronics.
Books.
Toys.
“We’re not partners.” Redwing retorts.
“No, and I don’t want to be.” Andy replies. “But if you’re going to keep bothering me, then we may as well be.”
Redwing turns harshly, jabbing his finger into Andy’s chest.
“I know what you are. We’ll never be partners.”
Andy pushes back, nailing Redwing’s utility belt, angrily opening his mouth but Redwing covers it quickly.
One of the criminals has broken away from the group. He lights up a cigarette as he ducks under an alcove. With his cape billowing behind him, Redwing goes down to meet him. Mister Andy watches with a horrified expression as Redwing throws the man around.
That’s when he notices that something fell out of Redwing’s belt.
A Polaroid picture of a little boy in a Batman shirt with his family.
Something seems to twist in Mister Andy’s face as he stares agape at the picture.
“It’s not Green.” Redwing says, having returned to the rafters. “These guys are independent. They are hitting abanond…”
He trails off as he sees what Andy is holding. He snatches it back quickly, twisting his head at Andy’s face.
“That’s mine.”
Andy seems shaken, looking at the photo as Redwing puts it back in his belt.
“It was yours.” He mutters.
Redwing’s eyes go wide as he pushes forward, Andy looks up at him to cut him off before he can say a word.
“There’s something you need to see.”
Cut.
Static.
In the parking lot, Viper Roberts and Two-Face are once again meeting, only this time they’re walking towards Viper’s car. They seem to be engrossed in conversation – a conversation we get to listen to as they stop before the car.
“Our arrangement has been neither profitable or beneficial,” Two-Face groans, matter-of-factly.
“There’s a lot you and I could achieve together,” Viper promises. “So, it turns out my source was wrong about Berkshire Ellison Green being responsible for your car – that doesn’t mean we can’t help one another.”
“You’ve caused us no end of problems, Viper. We’re at war tonight with Zero because of your misinformation. How do you propose to atone for that?”
Viper smiles, pulling out his flip phone and making a call, whilst Two-Face looks on in wonder.
“You failed me,” Roberts says to the person on the other end. “You know what to do.”
He puts the phone on speaker.
Click.
BANG!
THUD.
Two-Face grins ominously.
“That’s impressive, but we’re not one of your snakes,” Two-Face reminds him. “We won’t bend our knee at your feet.”
“Who’s asking you to do that? You’re looking for the person who tried to blow you up and I’m looking for something in particular myself; power. I feel like we can aide each other in that regard.”
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Suddenly, Viper’s car explodes into a ball of fire, sending both Viper Roberts and Two-Face sprawling across the ground.
As they roll away from the impact, both of them look back towards the wreckage that was Roberts’ car in horror and surprise.
They carefully get back to their feet.
“Was that meant for you, or for us?” Two-Face asks, shielding his face from the terrifying flames.
Viper angrily walks over, stopping short to see something scratched into the concrete beside his now burning vehicle.
Matthew VII.
He almost growls with rage.
“I know who did this,” Roberts confirms. “I know exactly who did this.”
The Head Snake walks away angrily, leaving Two-Face stood there in shock. He thinks about it for a moment and then walks off to join his friend as the scene comes to a close.
Cut.
Which of these three duos can put aside any internal discord to walk away with the tag team straps tonight?
With all the challengers ready to go, Berkshire Ellison Green and Zero head to ringside to support their comrades Shaw & CXDY.
Shaw and Redwing start off the bout, the incumbent Shaw unloading some stiff rights to the Red Knight. The Guv’nor has Redwing on the backfoot, he tries a running headbutt…COUNTER!!! Crimson Justice takes down Shaw with a snapmare and shin kick to the back of the head. Shaw rolls to his corner…
TAGS IN CXDY!!!
The Reflection charges at the vigilante….ARM DRAG TAKEDOWN!!! Redwing hits the ropes….DROPKICK TO CXDY!!! Cover…
ONE!
TW-
It’s quickly broken up with a stomp by Ash Williams.
GORE!!!!
MISTER ANDY TAKES DOWN THE KING!!!
THEN A SPINEBUSTER!!!!
A ROYAL SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST!!!!
That bring Jessie Williams to his father’s aid…
UPPERCUT!!!
TORNADO DROPKICK TO MISTER ANDY-
NO!!!
It’s an Ungroovy eclipse as Shaw blasts The Prince from behind with a double axe handle….
THEN A CACTUS CLOTHESLINE!!!!
SHAW AND JESSIE CRASH TO THE CONCRETE!!!
Inside the ring CXDY has recovered to land a flurry of strikes on Redwing, followed by a ROUNDHOUSE KICK….Crimson Justice is down, The Reflection off the ropes…
LEG DROP!!!!
THE PERFECT RUSH!!!!
Redwing is down but CXDY can’t resist and he charges Ash Williams standing on the apron
YOUR FORETOLD DESTINY!!!!
540 ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO FRACTURED!!!
BEG and Zero applaud on the outside. CXDY tries to repeat the trick on Mister Andy but it’s telegraphed and The Toymaker evades the kick, landing a punch in respite. CXDY takes it flush and spins right into a recovered Redwing
RETURN TO ARKHAM!!!!
CXDY SPIKED BY THE DDT!!!
ONE!
.
TWO!
.
KICKOUT!!!
Redwing peels CXDY off the canvas, a couple of hard knife edge chops to the chest and The Red Knight looks for that RIPCORD KNEE
GODWATCH!!!
CXDY spins a full 360 before flopping down on the mat. Redwing hits the ropes but
BLIND TAG!!!
ASH WILLIAMS IS INTO THE MATCH!!!
There’s a staredown between The Chosen One and The Red Knight but the ref puts that to bed, sending Redwing to his corner. The Reflection is on his feet, Ash charges him
BOOMSTICK!!!
NO!!!
CXDY EVADES WITH A FORWARD ROLL
AND TAGS IN ALBIE SHAW!!!
The Guv’nor gets straight into a toe to toe slugfest with Ash Williams. Trading blow for blow, neither man is giving up an inch….until Shaw goes below with a knee to the gut of Fractured. Then a discus elbow drops The Chosen One, to great acclaim from the BMI cheerleaders.
Albie with a cover but Ash Williams kicks out on one and a half. The Guv’nor wastes no time, mounting Ash he’s laying into him with some vicious forearm strikes to the head. Shaw drags Ash to his feet, The Chosen One’s legs wobbling, and whips him into the corner where Jessie is now standing. The Guv’nor points at The Prince and beckons him into the ring.
As The Prince tags his father and slingshots into the ring, Shaw makes his move but Jessie ducks the running clothesline, spins and lands an uppercut on The Guv’nor, followed by
TORNADO DROPKICK!!!!
GROOVY ECLIPSE, BABY!!!!
Shaw slumps back in Jessie’s corner…
BOOMSTICK!!!
SHAW DROPS OUT OF THE RING AND JESSIE PUNCHES THE TURNBUCKLE!!!!
Shaw regroups with CXDY outside the ring, but The Prince wastes no time. He leaps onto the top rope.
CALL OF THE CHOSEN!!!
SWANTON BOMB!!!
TO THE OUTSIDE!!!
ON TO BOTH OF THE TAG CHAMPIONS!!!!
There is a massive pop for The Prince, who gets to his feet and rolls Shaw into the ring. But as he’s about to follow he finds Redwing and Mister Andy either side of them. There is a tense stand off.
BOOMSTICK!!!
OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE!!!!
ASH WILLIAMS TO MISTER ANDY FROM THE RING APRON!!!
AND REDWING SEEKS REVENGE!!!
Redwing and Ash brawl on the outside, Jessie leaves them to it, sliding into the ring with one eye on the outside he never sees it coming
GBH!!!
CLAYMORE KICK!!!!
THE PRINCE LOOKS KO’D!!!!
COVER…
ONE!
.
TWO!
.
THREE!
.
NO!!!
SHOULDER UP!!!
Shaw starts to peel Jessie off the mat but Mister Andy slides into the ring. He’s cut a frustrated figure on the ring apron for much of the match but now he wants a piece of The Guv’nor.
JACK ATTACK!!!
SAMOAN DROP
AND MOUNTED JABS!!!
Outside the ring, Ash Williams bounces Redwing off a ringpost. Inside, Mister Andy climbs to the top rope.
FLIGHT OF THE ORNITHOPTERN!!!
LANDS ON SHAW!!!
ASH WILLIAMS IS ALSO ON THE TOP ROPE!!!!
CALL OF THE CHOSEN!!!
ALSO LANDS ON THE GUV’NOR!!!!
Now Ash and Andy face each other and they begin to scuffle, spilling outside the ring. CXDY slides in, blindsiding Jessie Williams
PERFECT ENDING!!!!!
CXDY drags Shaw over the body of The Prince
ONE!
.
TWO!
.
THREE!!!!
Shaw & CXDY hold on to their tag team titles!!!
As that match ends, everyone begins to filter their way out of the ring, except Albert Shaw and CXDY – the retaining Tag Team Champions, who’re joined by Berkshire Ellison Green and Zero from ringside.
There’s still an air of caution around them, as Shaw and CXDY are checked upon by Green and Zero.
Static.
Suddenly, the tron flickers.
There stands a shadowy figure, stood behind a large oak desk, his appearance concealed by blur and his voice altered – as usual.
“I told you that when the time is right, the traitor amongst you would destroy you from within.”
Everyone looks at one another.
“That time,” he says only to pause. “Is now.”
Blood Money Inc suddenly close in on one another. It could explode at any moment. They stand in a foursome in the middle of the ring, eye to eyeball.
BEG quickly interrupts this showdown.
“Wait!” He pleads. “This isn’t right. This doesn’t feel right,” he remonstrates. “Look at us all. Cody, you and Albert have been a team – but more than that, you’ve been brothers. He’s helped you when you wanted to drive off the edge of the cliff.”
Shaw and CXDY look at each other and nod in agreement.
That only makes them turn their attention to Zero.
“Zero,” Green quickly continues. “He’s kept us safe; insulated and protected from those who wish to destroy us. Why would he destroy us from the inside?”
There’s some common sense being dispatched.
“This isn’t real,” BEG concludes. “They’re waiting for us to turn on one another in fear. This asshole thinks we’ll cave, but we won’t. No-one here is the turncoat. There is no traitor among us.”
They all seem to agree.
Green throws down the microphone, slaps Shaw on his meaty chest and tells the group to follow him.
And they do.
All four of them exit the ring and begin making their way to the backstage.
THUMP!
The crunching sound of violence echoes throughout The Slaughterhouse as Zero crumbles to the floor in a ginormous heap.
Berkshire Ellison Green turns around just in time to see it.
Albert Shaw shrugs before utterly fucking LAMPING CXDY in the face with the same set of brass knuckles that he just knocked out Zero with!
ALBERT SHAW IS THE TURNCOAT!
JESUS CHRIST.
He viciously grabs BEG by the scruff of the neck and drags him down the entrance ramp towards the ring, bouncing him inside like he’s nothing.
Green gets back to his feet and runs towards the ropes, hoping to catch Shaw as he enters, but the Big Meaty son of a bitch just shoulder barges him backwards to the canvas.
Shaw grabs him by the arm and pulls it up, placing his boot on his head.
“I’m sorry guvnor, but the money was just too good to pass up,” he says with a vile grin. “Now I hope you don’t take this too personally mate, but my employer wanted a memento.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of snippers. As BEG remonstrates, pleads and squirms beneath his feet, he places them over his finger, beneath an extremely expensive ring.
CRUNCH.
The fans go utterly wild with disgust as Albert Shaw cuts Berkshire Ellison Green’s finger off, sending blood spurting in each and every direction.
BEG rolls across the canvas in agony, escaping the ring as quickly as he can.
Shaw chuckles, exiting the ring with a grin and heading to the backstage.
Only as he stops by CXDY, who’s coming to on the floor, he stops and kneels.
“Sorry mate,” he apologizes almost unapologetically. “But come find me when you’re done kickin’ Corvus’ arse, alright?”
He pats CXDY on the head and stands up, swinging back with a giant punt to the face before once again walking off.
Cut.
The Demon Army.
In the darkest corner of The Slaughterhouse, Lee Crowley with red eyes sits upon a steel chair that acts as if it’s a throne. His body is beginning to wear – parts of his skin having stretched and worn.
An army of black figures surround him.
“We’re running out of time,” he complains. “My vessel won’t be able to contain me much longer.”
He stands up.
“Whilst Lee here was once the King of the Underworld, he’s still a mortal; I’m too powerful and whilst he struggles for control within me, our vessel breaks apart.”
There are murmurs amongst the demons.
“We’ve fought tooth and nail here to prevail, but the battles are producing stalemates and I must save my strength,” he announces. “This battle can no longer be fought in the halls of The Slaughterhouse – it must be fought strategically.”
One of the demons bravely steps forward.
“How do you propose we do that, sir?” He asks.
Crowley whips his head around to face him.
“When we fought between heaven and hell, we had to kill them all to take heaven. There was no compromise. They had to fall. But down here on Earth, we don’t need to kill them all – we just need to make them open the gates. In doing that, our demons still fighting that war can storm paradise.”
“And we can return home?” Another demon asks.
Crowley nods.
“We have to think like the Horseman,” he declares. “We have to invoke the spirits of them all and find the one that hides here.”
He grins.
Cut.
SHOTEI! The running palm to the jaw knocks Zero for a loop as Two-Face wraps their leg around the bionic champion’s neck
FLIPPING THE COIN!
Two-Face quickly goes for the cover, trying to finish the match early on
ONE
…..
…….
TWO
…….
ZERO GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Two-Face goes to pull the champion up to his feet again but gets a sadistic thumb to the eye by the opportunistic Zero. Two-Face screams in pain, the digit scraping against their already damaged cornea as Zero rolls to the outside, trying to regain his composure as Two-Face stares him down, venom in their scowl as silently they flips that scarred coin, looking down as it smacks into their palm before smiling
AND DIVING THROUGH THE ROPES WITH A SURPRISE SUICIDE DIVE, SENDING ZERO FLYING INTO THE NEARBY BARRICADE!
Two-Face leaps upon Zero, pounding his face down into the concrete with stiff lefts and rights before pulling up the VHS Champion, gripping him around the back of the head
BEFORE LAWNDARTING HIM SKULL FIRST INTO THE STEEL TURNBUCKLE POST!
Bone smacks off steel with a sickening thud, Zero looking completely out of it as he’s thrown back into the ring. Two-Face doesn’t cover, instead pulling up his smaller opponent, locking him into a double underhook and nailing knee after knee to the rattled skull of Zero before a leaping double knee sends the champion down to his knees.
Two-Face lifts the groggy Zero’s face up with a sneer, backing up a few paces before rushing forward and snapping Zero’s neck down with a modified running neckbreaker before muscling him down for the pin.
ONE
…..
…….
TWO
…….
……….
THR….
ZERO JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Two-Face pulls Zero up, snapping forward with a sickening headbutt that leaves the champion limp before bringing him in for the sure end
HEADS OR…
ZERO SLIPS OUT!
Zero stumbles back, still seemingly out of it as Two-Face rushes forward
DROP TOE HOLD!
Two-Face lands throat first on the middle turnbuckle, Zero countering just in the nick of time as Two-Face stumbles up to their feet, coughing and sputtering right into a flurry of lefts and rights from Zero before he handstands onto his bionic arm, sending Two-Face flying across the ring with a beautiful headscissors.
Two-Face stumbles to their feet, FIREWALL! The Bionic Clothesline hits hard and as Two-Face staggers to their feet, they get hit with a second and then a third as Zero begins to fire himself up, heading up to the top rope as he looks to hit a high risk punctuation mark.
Two-Face stumble up to their feet as Zero leaps off, CROSSBOD…TWO-FACE CATCHES HIM!
Zero struggles under the strength of his larger opponent but Two-Face is full of wrathful strength as they effortlessly lifts Zero up onto their shoulders
LADY LUCK! The Joker Driver slams Zero into the mat as Two-Face holds on for the cover
ONE
…..
…….
TWO
…….
……….
THR….
ZERO JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Two-Face looks pissed but they manage to calm themselves, pulling Zero up as they receive a stiff headbutt for their troubles. Zero fights back to his feet with another heavy right hand, rushing to the ropes
FIREWALL…DUCKED!
HEADS OR TAILS!
Two-Face hits the Swinging STO out of nowhere but they can’t capitalise as Zero somehow rolls out to the floor before collapsing to the concrete. Two-Face looks pissed as they start to exit the ring after Zero but stop themselves, bringing out the coin once more before flipping it, and looking down at the result with a scowl.
Two-Face reluctantly stands there, staring daggers at the slowly rising Zero who begins crawling to the ring, pulling himself up by the ring apron as Two-Face gets impatient, trying to pull Zero back into the ring himself
STUN GUN!
Zero snaps Two-Faces’ neck over the top rope, staggering them back as Zero slingshots into the ring,
MASSIVE RIGHT HAND FROM TWO-FACE!
Zero drops to the mat like a rock as we see a pair of knuckle dusters on Two-Face’s right hand, the deranged psychotic pulling up the limp bleeding VHS Champion.
PUNK CITY KILLER!
Zero hits the Stunner out of nowhere but he’s spent and not able to counter, both men collapsing to the canvas in complete fatigue.
Both men slowly get to their feet, exchanging lefts and rights, Zero firing up with heavy lefts and rights before nearly taking Two-Face’s head off with a bionic infused forearm shiver. Two-Face counters with a stiff headbutt that sends Zero back a few feet before he grips Two-Face by the throat, possibly going for the Absolute Zero instead he throws Two-Face into the air with the bionic arm
BEFORE DELIVERING A JAW CRACKING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT AS TWO-FACE FALLS! CYBERNETIC DEATH!
Two-Face eye’s look glazed over as they slowly get to their feet right into a kick to the gut
PUNK
CITY
KILLER!
The stunner hits flush this time, Two-Face crashing to the mat as Zero hooks the leg for the cover
ONE
…..
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TWO
…….
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THREE!!!!
Zero retains his championship in an incredibly hard fought contest here tonight, weathering angry storms before proving once more why he’s such a massive threat to be reckoned with here in OSW.
Flames.
A fire rages in the middle of a New York City street, smoke billowing from a building. As a car pulls up outside, firemen are rushing towards it with hoses to put out the flames.
It’s Mister Andy and he’s absolutely distraught.
Right in front of him, Mister Andy’s Emporium burns to the ground.
He tries to push past a firefighter to get inside.
“Please, that’s my business,” he pleads. “Everything I own is inside there.”
“I’m sorry sir, but we’ve been tackling this fire for at least ten minutes. It’s a big one.”
Andy reels, placing his heads on his hands in despair.
He slowly slumps down to his knees, unable to think, move or take his eyes away from the roaring inferno.
That’s when he sees it.
Something moving within.
“I saw something,” he yells. “Someone’s in there!!”
The fireman look at each other in confusion.
The Lieutenant approaches.
“Sir, there’s no-one inside. We’ve cleared the building.”
Mister Andy stands up and immediately begins running towards the inferno, only for multiple firemen to pull him back.
As they drag him away, past the alleyway beside his store, he looks up on the brick wall to see a message.
Pinocchio is scrawled there in spray paint.
They release him, watching as he gets back into his car with one thing in mind; head back to The Slaughterhouse.
This doesn’t seem like something Redwing would do.
But if not him, then who?
Who did this?
Cut.
Backstage.
The Taskmaster paces back and forth inside a locker room, clearly frustrated. He’s mumbling and muttering to himself in frustration as the door opens out of shot and someone walks in.
“You told me this would last,” he bellows, enraged. “My words are no longer weapons. This simply cannot do.”
“I warned you that the more you used the power, the weaker it would become,” a feminine voice replies.
Simon storms across the room and grabs his associate by the throat, pushing her backwards into the wall.
It’s Leah Lincoln.
“You asked me for a spell and I gave you what you needed,” she reminds him. “I didn’t guarantee longevity; if anything, I warned you exactly what would happen if you overused it.”
He grimaces, letting her go.
“Besides, remember what you offered me? Why would I screw you out of that? If you beat Deathnote for the Rewind Championship, I’ll be the first contender. That was our agreement.”
The Taskmaster nods.
“Well, it looks like I’m going to have to defeat him the old-fashioned way, doesn’t it?”
Leah shrugs.
“I do have a question though,” she says inquisitively. “What’s the deal with Deathnote? Why do you hate each other so much?”
Simon grins.
“It’s a long story,” he replies. “A very long story.”
Cut.
With his Rewind Title on the line, can The Shinigami finally silence The Taskmaster?
Before the official can signal the contest to begin Deathnote runs at Simon and smashes him to the back of the head with the championship belt. DING! DING! DING! And we’re officially underway. Deathnote whips Simon into a corner….RUNNING CLOTHESLINE!!! The Shinigami then tosses The Taskmaster over the top rope and out of the ring.
The Taskmaster barely has time to get to his feet before Deathnote has him pressed against the crowd barrier….HARD CHOP TO THE CHEST!!! Simon is bent double, Deathnote grabs him by the head and whips him into the ring post, The Taskmaster’s face colliding with the steel!
Simon uses the ring apron to pull himself to his feet but Deathnote is seamless in his assault, slamming The Intellectual’s face onto the edge of the ring. The Shinigami looks to whip Simon….
COUNTER BY THE TASKMASTER!!!
THE AUTHOR OF DEATH IS WHIPPED INTO THE RING STEPS!!!
Simon has a chance to catch a breather and he uses the time to pull a table from under the ring, setting it up under a turnbuckle. But as he turns away from this work
DEATHNOTE CLOCKS HIM WITH A HARD RIGHT!!!
Simon staggers towards the entrance ramp, Deathnote catches up with him
GAMBIT!!!!
SPINNING BACK FIST FROM SIMON!!!
It’s the opportunity the academic needs to snaffle up his opponent
SIMONPLEX!!!
ON THE FUCKING ENTRANCE RAMP!!!!
The Taskmaster lifts the God of The New World and a European uppercut sends Deathnote staggering on the crowd barrier
RUNNING DROPKICK TO DEATHNOTE
STRAIGHT THROUGH THE BARRIERS!!!
Simon peels The Shinigami off the floor, he’s looking for another SIMONPLEX
COUNTER!
BACK BODY DROP ONTO THE CONCRETE!!!
Simon arches his back but the Author of Death hoists him up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry
GATHER THY SOUL!!!
THE INTELLECTUAL’S BRAINS ARE SCRAMBLED!!!
Deathnote grabs Simon by the arm and drags him out through the wreckage of the crowd barrier back into the ringside area. The Scribe scoops Simon up onto his shoulders.
HOLY GOOZLE!!!
DYING WISH
ON THE MOTHERF’N CONCRETE!!!
NO!!!
REVERSED
GAMBIT!!!
SPINNING BACKFIST WITH A FORCE THAT SENDS DEATHNOTE INTO A STEEL POST!!!
Simon rolls Deathnote under the bottom rope into the ring, then drags him by the legs into the corner. Simon is still outside the ring
HE SLAMS THE AUTHOR’S RIGHT LEG AGAINST THE STEEL
AND AGAIN
A THIRD TIME!!!
WHAT NOW!!!
CHECKMATE!!!
AROUND THE STEEL POST!!!
Deathnote is immediately crying out in agony, pain shooting through his legs. The official finally steps in on this brawl and issues a mandatory five count, Simon releases on a charitable four but the damage may have already been done.
Simon slides into the ring, The New God is trying to get to his feet but there’s a clear limp. Chop to the back of the knee from Simon and Deathnote is on the canvas again. The Taskmaster screams “Simon Says” and makes a gesture that this contest is over.
CHECKMATE!!!
SIMON HAS THE FIGURE FOUR LOCKED IN!!
AND IT’S TOTALLY LEGAL NOW!!!
Deathnote is in trouble and he knows it. But this brutal battle with his rival has endured for eons because there isn’t much quit in either of them. Deathnote begins to fight back and rotating his hips, he begins to turn the momentum.
Simon knows what’s happening, but there is nothing he can do stop it.
DEATHNOTE TWISTS ON HIS FRONT!!!
AND THE LEVERAGE OF THE HOLD IS REVERSED!!!!
NOW SIMON IS THE ONE BEING CHALLENGED TO SUBMIT!!!!
.
.
.
.
Simon inches his way to the ropes, they are close and in a couple of forward shuffles he gets there, hand on the bottom rope and the rope break is enforced. Simon uses the ropes to get to his feet, he turns.
TURN THE PAGE!!!
COUNTER
BACK ELBOW FROM SIMON!!!
INTO A RUNNING STO!!!!
SIMON JUST NAILED DEATHNOTE WITH A VARIATION OF HIS OWN FINISHER!!!
COVER…
ONE!
.
.
.
TWO!
.
.
.
IS IT THREE?
.
.
.
NO!!!
SHOULDER UP!!!
Simon peels Deathnote off the mat, whips him into the corner and lifts The Author onto the top turnbuckle.
It’s the corner where Simon had earlier set up a table outside the ring.
Simon climbs up with Deathnote, they are both on their feet on the top turnbuckle.
SUPER SIMONPLEX!
NO WAY!!!
DEATHNOTE REVERSES
INTO THE SWINGING REVERSE STO
OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!!
TURN THE PAGE!!!
TO THE OUTSIDE!!!
THROUGH THE FUCKING TABLE!!!!!!!!!
HOLY-MOTHER-OF-MERCY!!!
THERE IS BROKEN WOOD AND BONES AND THE DEBRIS OF THESE TWO ETERNAL RIVALS ALL OVER THE CONCRETE!!!
Eventually Deathnote rises, lifting the intellectual into the ring and then the scribe heads to the top rope.
KISS OF DEATH!!!
TOP ROPE DOUBLE FOOTSTOMP!!!
COVER FOR…
ONE!!
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TWO!
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.
.
THREE?
.
.
.
.
YES!
THAT’S THREE!!!
The Shinigami wins tonight but who will have the last word?
Somewhere Else.
“I don’t understand where we’re going,” the voice of Jessie Williams echoes as we open into a wooden stairwell.
Both Ash and Jessie are walking up a set of rickety wooden steps towards an attic hatch and abruptly opens for them. When it does, Jessie almost falls back down the stairs in shock – only being held by his father, who stops him.
It’s The Sandman.
“What the fuck!?” He screams, ready to fight.
Ash enters the room, nodding him inside. Jessie doesn’t know what to think at first but enters, looking sideways at The Sandman as he does.
When finally in the room, the Prince realizes who he’s visiting.
Sandy Rogers.
All three approach the bedside of the dying Rogers, who looks old and frail. The Sandman takes his hand.
“What is this?” Jessie asks.
“This is your education, kiddo,” Ash replies calmly. “I rescued you from Lucid Falls but that doesn’t come without sacrifice.”
Jessie folds his arms.
“You remember Sandy, don’t ya? I hear you two had a peculiar relationship.”
“He fuckin’ lied to me, dad. He knew where you were the entire time and tried to keep me away from The Sandman,” Jessie barks in response. He’s utterly furious.
Ash walks over to his son, putting his hands on his shoulders.
“Look, I know we’ve had our problems with these douchebags, but I’m not willing to lose you over Luke Storm,” Ash says with a shake of his head. “Where was he when you were kidnapped? He didn’t give a fuck. He didn’t come looking for you; he didn’t mount a rescue. He was back in OSW competing for opportunities at the only thing he really cares about; success.”
Jessie looks away shamefully.
“We have to do this,” The Chosen One implores. “And when we do, it’s fucking over, son. We can leave Old School Wrestling once and for all.”
They look at each other.
Father and son.
Jessie nods.
Cut.
After the show.
Doc D’Ville’s Asylum.
The remains of it, anyway. The walls are charred and burnt. No one has been in here since Nygma and his crew burned the place down nearly six months ago.
But Redwing is here now. His voice narrates.
”Andy told me of a burning building with answers. This may be a ploy, but I’ve walked into worse.”
The Red Knight wades through the rubble, pushing himself deeper and deeper into the compound. Equipment is strewn all over the place, those pieces that survived of course.
”That operation we spied, they had some of this stuff there. They must’ve hit this place. There’d be no way of knowing. Not that anyone is ever coming back.”
Redwing, trusting his instinct, walks up to a closed door, the only such one in the facility. He pushes on it, but it does not budge. Pulling a gadget out of his belt, the door opens at its request.
”This room wasn’t spared from the inferno. But that door was brand new.”
The room seemed to hold some kind of filing system, with cabinets lining the walls. They’ve been mostly melted, but fragments are left. Redwing walks over to the cabinet furthest from the door.
”All I found were papers, filled with scientific computations I don’t recognize. Chemical formulas. Hypothesis. Drawings of broken bones mended.”
As he flips through the pages, a small photograph appears, undisturbed, between two singed pages.
It’s the same one Mister Andy reacted to from Redwing’s utility belt. A young Bill Kirby and his parents.
”It cannot be.”
The young man’s face is circled, with the word TARGET printed beside it.
Behind that photo is another. This one of an adult Bill Kirby with his family. There are X’s over each of their faces.
All but Bill’s.
”He wanted me to see this. To taunt me.”
Taking the files, Redwing storms out of the facility, enraged.
”SeeSaw killed my family.”
Cut.
It’s time for our Double Feature championship match! We’ve seen how well Pyre and Viper Roberts can get along, will they work together to make sure Alice doesn’t get her hands on the title? We find out next!
DING! DING!
Viper Roberts and Pyre both make their way towards Alice! She sees what they’re planning and slides out of the ring! Pyre smirks and shouts “Bad move you little bitch!” Alice looks confused and gets blindsided by the card guards!
BIG BOOT FROM ONE AND A SPEAR FROM ANOTHER!
BOTH HIT HARD AT THE SAME TIME AND SHE IS DOWN!
THEY PULL HER UP AND VIPER’S SNAKE PIT COMES OUT FROM UNDER THE RING!
EVERYONE SEES THE THREE MEN BUT ALICE SEES THEM AS SNAKES AND SHE IS SQUIRMING!
THEY HIT GUT PUNCH AFTER GUT PUNCH!
ALICE IS CRYING FROM WHAT FEELS LIKE SNAKE BITES!
PYRE IS LAUGHING AT ALL THIS BUT VIPER ROLLS HER UP WITH A QUICK SCHOOLBOY!
ONE!
. . .
TWO!
. . .
NO! KICKOUT BY PYRE!
Pyre and Viper are back up quickly! “What the fuck was that?” Pyre screams at Viper and he just shrugs. She just shakes her head and starts doing rapid fire chops! Instead of welts, burns are starting to show on his chest! She goes for an Irish whip but he holds on to the rope and spits in her face!
SNAKE OIL!
PYRE IS BLINDED AND VIPER GRABS HER HEAD TIGHT!
ODE TO THE SNAKE!
DD-NO!
ALICE HAS SOMEHOW GOTTEN BACK IN THE RING AND LEVELS VIPER WITH HER STORYBOOK!
WELCOME TO WONDERLAND!
ANOTHER ONE WITH MORE FORCE TO PYRE!
SHE COVERS BOTH!
ONE!
. . .
TWO!
. . .
THR-NO!
PYRE GRABS ALICE’S WRIST AND BURNS IT!
SHE JUMPS FROM THE BURN AND PYRE HAS SAVED THE MATCH FOR BOTH HER AND VIPER!
Alice goes back for her storybook! She picks it up and swings wildly at a still down Pyre! Pyre rolls out of the way and Alice loses some balance with the miss! Pyre hits at an upkick to the knee of Alice! Alice drops to a knee! Pyre pulls herself up and laughs.
PYRE STANDS OVER ALICE AND SAYS “IT’S ABOUT TIME YOU BOWED TO ME!”
BOW TO THE QUEEN!
SNAP DDT!
PYRE COVERS!
ONE!
. . .
TWO!
. . .
THR-NO! VIPER BREAKS UP THE PIN!
Viper pulls Pyre up and tosses her outside! “Get her boys! The dreamer is mine!” Alice is pulling herself up and there he is! The colossal snake she has been running away from! He’s making his way towards her, she backs up to the corner!
SHE SEES HIM GOING FOR THE BITE!
THE CROWD SEES HIM GOING FOR A HEADBUTT!
HE REARS HIS HEAD BACK TO STRIKE!
HE LUNGES BUT ALICE GETS OUT OF THE WAY!
HE HEADBUTTS THE TURNBUCKLE HARD AND LOSES FOCUS!
ALICE SEES THE REAL WORLD, NO MORE COLOSSAL SNAKE, NO LITTLE SNAKES, SHE IS FREE FROM HIS MIND GAMES!
SHE TURNS HIM AROUND AND DROPS HIM WITH THE X FACTOR!
DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE!
SHE MAKES THE COVER!
ONE!
. . .
TWO!
. . .
. . .
THREE!
She has done it! Alice has overcome the odds and is your new Double Feature champion!
NO! VIPER’S FOOT IS ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
THE MATCH GOES ON!
Alice gets up and starts kicking his side! “You tried to make me scared of you! I’m definitely not scared of you now!” She starts stomping away like a woman possessed! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! His pit slide in the ring to stop her!
SHE DROPS THE FIRST ONE WITH A CUTTER!
SHE DROPKICKS THE SECOND ONE OUT OF THE RING!
THE THIRD ONE GETS A HOLD OF HER THOUGH!
HE HAS HER ARMS TIED UP AND SHE IS KICKING TRYING TO GET OUT OF HIS GRASP!
SHE KICKS TOO MUCH AND TOSSES HER BACKWARDS WITH A TIGER SUPLEX!
HE HOLDS ON WITH A BRIDGE!
IT’S A PIN AND VIPER ROBERTS PUTS A FOOT ON TOP OF HER TO CLAIM IT AS HIS OWN!
ONE!
. . .
TWO!
. . .
THR-NO!
AWAKENING!
PYRE LOCKS IN A DRAGON SLEEPER FROM BEHIND!
It gets Viper off Alice and the match goes on! Pyre has the hold in tight and Viper is struggling to get out of it! Alice gets out of the hold she’s in and knee drops the follower for his trouble! She gets up and hits Pyre with a super kick! It makes Pyre drop and hit Viper with the inverse DDT!
PYRE AND VIPER ARE BOTH DOWN!
THIS IS ALICE’S BEST CHANCE TO MAKE SOMETHING HAPPEN!
SHE PULLS PYRE UP!
DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE!
NO! PYRE BATS THE HANDS AWAY!
SHE HITS A STUNNER!
SHE’S NOT DONE AND MAKES A COME HERE MOTION!
IT’S THE RED KNIGHT AND THE KNAVE!
THE RED KNIGHT HOISTS ALICE ON HIS SHOULDERS AND THE KNAVE CLIMBS TO THE TOP ROPE!
THE KNAVE JUMPS AND HITS A MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE!
DOOMSDAY DEVICE!
PYRE PICKS UP THE PIECES AND COVERS!
ONE!
. . .
TWO!
. . .
. . .
THR-NO!
VIPER HITS A BASEMENT DROPKICK TO PYRE TO BREAK IT UP!
The Knave and the Red Knight did not like what they just saw! They are on top of Viper like wild dogs! Kicks and stomps all over him! The Red Knight pulls Viper up and holds him for the Knave to strike! Knave spins and goes for the roaring elbow! Viper slips out and the Knave hits his own partner! A Sparta kick from Viper sends the Knave out of the ring!
VIPER WIPES HIS HANDS HAPPY WITH HIS HANDIWORK!
HE DOESN’T SEE PYRE HAS BEEN ON THE TOP ROPE THIS WHOLE TIME!
SHE GOES TO JUMP BUT NO!
SOMEONE CATCHES HER FOOT!
IT’S TWO-FACE! HE’S HOLDING ON AND SHE’S TRYING TO KICK HIM OFF!
“I’LL BURN THE OTHER SIDE OF YOUR FACE, YOU BASTARD!”
VIPER ROBERTS SMILES AND CLIMBS TO THE TOP ROPE WITH THEM!
HE GRABS HER HEAD AND FALLS WITH HER!
ODE TO THE SNAKE!
DDT OFF THE TOP ROPE!
HE COVERS!
ONE!
. . .
TWO!
. . .
. . .
THREE!
He’s done it, after all the craziness surrounding that match, he retains his title with an assist from Two-Face!
At the grave site of Sherman Dewey, Leah Lincoln stands draped in a large black hooded coat, surrounded by Ultimo America, Magical Miles and Chunky Moses.
The Forever Friends have their heads collectively lowered.
Leah approaches a large bowl of ingredients in front of her and takes a knife from her back pocket, cutting down her palm.
As blood drips into the bowl, she begins chanting.
Ultimo and Miles share a look and they’re understandably concerned. This is darkness, pure darkness.
Suddenly, a voice interrupts, echoing from across the cemetery. It’s Stoner and he’s making a b-line towards the grave!
“Stop!” He bellows. “Don’t do this!!”
The ground begins shaking violently and as Stoner runs through the grave yard, he falls from the sheer disruption beneath his feet, crashing into a tombstone head first, knocking him unconscious.
As blood seeps from a wound on his head, the Forever Friends quickly huddle together with their eyes on the grave of Sherman.
They’re terrified.
Then it happens – a hand thrusts through the dirt.
They scramble towards it, using their hands to dig out as much dirt as they can. As the grave empties of dirt, they pull Sherman Dewey from within it, dragging him away. They all look for Leah, but she’s gone.
“Where is she?” Miles queries.
“It doesn’t matter; we’ve got him back. We’ve resurrected our best friend.”
“Uh, guys…” Chunky says patting Miles on the back. “Guyyyyyysss! Something’s wrong. This ain’t wight.”
The Forever Friends turn their attention back to Sherman, who isn’t what they remembered. In fact, it’s their worst nightmare. His skin is white and ripped – worn and rotted. His eyes are vacant and evil. He’s no longer Sherman Dewey. He’s a fucking zombie.
He lunges forward, grabbing Miles by the throat.
DROPKICK!
DROPKICK BY STONER!
WHERE THE FUCK DID HE COME FROM!?
Stoner dropkicks Sherman in the head, slamming him back into the dirt.
“Run, dudes!”
The Forever Friends make their move as fast as they can, watching as Sherman gets back to his feet and screams in anger.
What the fuck have they done?
Cut.
Opposite him, The Chief sits alongside Nightstick.
Nightstick is the man The Butcher killed in hunt for his Old School Wrestling ownership.
“This war must come to a head sooner rather than later,” The Chief announces. “But first, there’s some business we must attend to.”
The Butcher nods, looking at Nightstick who hasn’t taken his eyes off of him.
“When you made the mistake of rejecting my offer of fighting here, we struck an arrangement, didn’t we?”
He shakes his head, pushing him backwards so that he begins swinging.
“And you haven’t held up your end of the bargain.”
“I tried,” a voice mutters through gargling blood. “I just couldn’t… find it.”
The Butcher grimaces, his white bulbus face almost growling with rage – veins popping from his neck and forehead.
“That’s disappointing.”
Instead of talking further, The Butcher bends down to grab the mans face, putting his knife to his throat as we finally see who hangs there.
Nightstick.
“You had two choices; fight for me here, defend your title and be my prize, or find me what I was looking for.”
The Cop grimaces, blood dripping from his mouth.
“I told you what would happen if you didn’t do your job.”
Sadistically and slowly, The Butcher drags his knife across the throat of Nightstick, watching gleefully as he chokes on his own blood. It pours down his face, dropping with ferocity on the floor.
Nightstick has by now lunged across the table, grabbing The Butcher by the throat, strangling him.
The Chief tries to intervene, but Nightstick refuses to let go.
“What do you want!?” Butcher mumbles, his throat being constricted.
“Vengeance!” Nightstick yells back. “You murdered me in cold blood; and for what? This place?”
“You don’t understand, do you?” Butcher continues to try and speak. “If I didn’t, what would’ve happened to the world? I was fated, just like you were, to be here right now. The fate of many depended on it!”
The cop finally releases him, pushing him backwards into the cabinet behind him. The Chief quickly tries to calm things down.
“He’s right!” He admits. “Nightstick, he’s right. I’m not saying you must forgive him now, but you must understand.”
As Nightstick steps backwards, his right arm begins to glow a powerful light-coloured hue. In his hand, a sword appears.
“I knew it,” The Chief says in awe.
“W-what’s happening?” Butcher cries out.
“He’s an Archangel, Colin. He’s the end of this war.”
Nightstick suddenly controls himself, falling to one knee in exhaustion. The sword fades away, leaving just the angel behind. The Chief rushes over to kneel alongside him, placing an arm over his shoulder.
“I can’t offer you my life Nightstick, I just can’t. But I can offer you the next best thing; a match at Dead Pixels. You and I, one on one.”
The cop looks up, his eyes still glowing.
He nods.
Cut.
At +1UP, The Shadow Walker dispatched 9 men in the Level Up match to earn another shot at the gold.Having played mindgames with the champion at
Fury, can Corvus redeem his loss, or will Voynich hold onto this find a little longer?Adrian Von Ziegler’s “Foreboding” plays and Corvus steps out into The Slaughterhouse. He points his arms to the sky then throws down two smoke bombs. When the smoke clears Corvus has disappeared. Cut to the ring where Corvus has taken a knee on one of the top turnbuckles. Another smoke bomb clouds the vision and when it dissipates Corvus is stood centre of the ring. He looks at the top of the ramp, a golden twinkle in his eye.
Lights go off in the Slaughterhouse as Audiomachine’s “Guardian at the Gate” starts. The entrance tunnel is filled with smoke and, after a few seconds, Voynich emerges from the entrance tunnel with his trusty bag and a flashlight in his hand. Voynich walks down the ramp slowly, moving his flashlight from left to right, pointing it at the crowd, as if searching for something.
When Voynich reaches the ring, the lights go on and he gives his flashlight to a fan in the first row. He then jumps over the top rope and climbs the corner to make his traditional V-sign using both of his hands.
Stepping down, he places his bag in the corner, then unfastens the OSW Championship belt from around his waist. The referee goes to take it, but Voynich clutches it for just a moment longer, not breaking eye contact with Corvus.
That title has a hold on people…
He lets go, and the official holds it in the air, before passing it to ringside staff and calling for the bell.
DING, DING, DING!
Voynich steps into the middle of the ring with eagle-eyes. He is the OSW Champion – this is his ring.
Corvus’ grave expression yields to a smirk. He has held countless mens’ lives in the palm of his hand – the title is certainly within his grasp.
Naturally, the challenger strikes first!
Elbow, elbow, elbow – rapid shots to the side of the head! Pushing the champion into the ropes, The Crow sends him packing across the ring…
CORVUS KI—VOYNICH DUCKS THE KICK!
He tears into the opposing ropes, as Corvus spins round—
ISHTAR’S GA—CORVUS AVOIDS THE LARIAT WITH A NEO-ESQUE DODGE!
Both men back away cautiously, each of them coming to within a cunt-hair of a potential KO loss!
THEY LOCK HORNS…
Best Kept Secret disarms the assassin with an arm drag. Corvus kips-up – only to eat a dropkick!
ONE!
Voynich going for the early fall—
TW—KICKOUT!
He knew it wouldn’t be a three, but he forced Corvus to further exert himself.
Voynich pulls him up and weaves behind him—
THE AUSTRIAN DUMPS HIM WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX, BRIDGING INTO THE PIN!
ONE!
Corvus is folded like an accordion!
TWO!
His whole body weight presses down on his neck—
SHOULDER UP!
The contract-killer escapes a three-count; the champion is dissecting the challenger.
Voynich peels him off the mat. He hurls him into the turnbuckles, shaking the ring on impact. Drumming up crowd support, he charges in after him—
CORVUS GETS HIS FEET UP!
Voynich staggers back, checking his mouth for blood – or teeth!
The Hidden Blade hits a baseball slide to the knee of the champion, bringing him down to all fours. He darts into the ropes, rebounding with a knee to the temple!
He slides into a cover—
ONE!
That shot might’ve knocked Voynich out cold!
TWO!
He’s killed men using less!
KICKOUT!
For now, the title stays put.
Corvus stalks his victim. Voynich slowly recovers, using the ropes to pull himself up…
THE SHADOW WALKER DASHES FORWARDS WITH A CLOTHESLINE—
BIG BACK BODY-DROP BY VOYNICH TO THE OUTSIDE!
CORVUS, HOWEVER, LANDS ON HIS FEET WITH CAT-LIKE REFLEXES!
HE REACHES BACK IN AND SWEEPS VOYNICH’S LEGS!
The champion gets a faceful of canvas. Much like Death, Corvus waits for no man, as he drags Voynich under the ropes to join him at ringside.
It looks as though he may have a broken nose, as crimson flows down his mouth and chin onto his chest!
Corvus is hardly weak-stomached, though – he was baptised with blood.
CRASH – HE SHOTPUTS VOYNICH INTO THE STEEL STAIRS!
The bloodied champion writhes on the wafer-thin floor mats.
At least he needn’t worry about a countout loss, as there aren’t any.
The master of the order, Corvus, shows no mercy, yanking Voynich to his feet…
CRACK – CORVUS LOBS HIM BACKFIRST INTO THE GUARDRAIL!
Voynich cries out in pain, as his spine wraps around the cold, hard steel. The hands of his fans clamour to touch him, as though wanting to pull him to safety.
The Crow, however, swoops in. Hooking the bleeding nostrils of Voynich, he leads him away from the crowd…
SMACK – CORVUS BRAINS HIM OFF THE STEEL RINGPOST!
Voynich is being beaten between pillar and literal post tonight, as Corvus utilises their environment to wear him down.
The #1 contender rolls a dazed and confused Voynich into the ring, ensuring that his head protrudes under the bottom rope.
Hopping onto the apron, Corvus mounts the nearest top turnbuckle in the blink of an eye. Turning to face the spectators, he slashes his throat…
CORVUS DROPS THE GUILLOTINE ON VOYNICH WITH A TOP-ROPE KNEE DROP!
BEST KEPT SECRET ROLLS OUT OF HARM’S WAY!
THUD – THE ASSASSIN STRIKES THE APRON!
HIS KNEECAP MUST BE IN PIECES!
Indeed, Corvus bites down on his leather vambrace to stifle his screams and distract himself from the debilitating pain!
Voynich is sucking air, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He climbs to his feet unsteadily, then approaches his opponent.
Reaching through the ropes, he drags Corvus inside in a front facelock, propping his feet on the middle rope—
HE PLANTS HIM WITH A ROPE-HUNG DDT!
He muscles him into his back—
ONE!
Corvus is out!
TWO!
Voynich to retain!
TH—KICKOUT!
The Crow hasn’t had his last flight yet.
With the audience rallying behind him, Voynich heaves the challenger up—
THROAT THRUST BY CORVUS!
Voynich coughs and wheezes as he nurses his windpipe…
A PALM STRIKE SENDS HIM REELING!
The Lethal Weapon looks to deliver the third, deadly strike in his patented combo…
JUMPING ELBOW—VOYNICH KICKS HIS LEG OUT!
ATTEMPTED MURDER OF BLOWS!
Corvus desperately scrambles, as Voynich runs headlong into the ropes—
ISHTAR’S GATE – THE RUNNING LARIAT!
CORVUS IS TURNED INSIDE-OUT AS HE SPINS THROUGH THE AIR!
Voynich hooks the damaged leg—
ONE!
…
Say goodnight, Corvus!
…
TWO!
…
Voynich to retain!
…
THR—KICKOUT!
Corvus hangs on by a wing and a prayer!
The archaeologist is frustrated, but he digs deep. Lifting the hitman to his feet, Voynich cradles his neck and hoists him up in the air—
MONOLITH BRAINBUSTER!?
CORVUS FIGHTS IT…
HE DROPS DOWN—
ZIG-FREAKIN’-ZAG – MARKED FOR DEATH!
THE BACK OF VOYNICH’S SKULL SNAPS INTO THE MAT!
Corvus slumps over him—
ONE!
…
THAT’S GOTTA BE IT!
…
TWO!
…
NEW CHAMPION!
…
TWO-POINT-NINE!
Corvus doesn’t rob Voynich’s grave just yet.
The Cloak & Dagger knows he’s going to have to sacrifice a little bit more of himself and pay in blood if he wants the gold. Hobbling to his feet, he exits through the ropes and slowly ascends the turnbuckles – afflicted leg be damned!
Pantomiming to quote the crow, nevermore, he leaps from his perch…
SHOOTING STAR PRESS – NEVERMORE!
VOYNICH SPRINGS UP, CATCHING CORVUS—
BRAIN-FUCKIN’-BUSTER!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?
MIDAIR MONOLITH, MOTHERFUCKER!
Voynich spikes Corvus on top of his head, compressing his vertebrae. He drapes an arm across his chest—
ONE!
…
SURELY THAT’S IT!?
…
TWO!
…
VOYNICH SUCCESSFULLY DEFENDS!
…
THR—SHOULDER UP!
Corvus just barely stays in this.
Voynich shakes his head in disbelief. Pulling himself together, he holds up eight fingers to the crowd – time to end this! Spitting out another mouthful of blood, he scoops Corvus’ carcass off the canvas.
Grabbing a three-quarter facelock, he runs at the corner—
SLICED BREAD #2 – THE EIGHTH WONDER!
CORVUS, HOWEVER, BREAKS FREE!
AVOIDING THE BACKFLIP, HE SENDS VOYNICH FACEFIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
Fresh blood cascades down the Austrian’s face, as he turns around—
FLASH KICK – CORVUS KICK!
VOYNICH GOES DOWN – BUT SO DOES CORVUS!
Plagued by pain, the assassin nurses his aching appendage. He had to take the shot! Will it pay off, though!?
Gritting his teeth, he craaawls into the cover—
ONE!
…
DID HE CAPITALISE QUICKLY ENOUGH!?
…
TWO!
…
NEW CHAMPION!
…
THREE!
CORVUS HAS DONE IT!
He rolls off of Voynich to celebrate, asking the referee to present him with his championship. The official, however, points over his shoulder and tells him no!
ROPE BREAK!
VOYNICH GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE!
Corvus holds his head in his hands – so close!
Using the disapproving referee’s shirt to pull himself up, the contract-killer stalks his target. Voynich shakes off the cobwebs and rises groggily. Corvus gets on his haunches, poised to strike…
HE DRAWS THE GARROTTE AROUND HIS THROAT!
VOYNICH STRUGGLES AGAINST THE REAR NAKED CHOKE!
WITH A BROKEN NOSE, AND MOUTHFULS OF BLOOD, WILL HE TAP!?
Somehow remaining upright, spit flies out of his mouth as his face turns purple. Corvus leans into his ear and whispers, as he has to so many men and women over the years…
“Shhh, let go…”
VOYNICH SINKS TO ONE KNEE!
The referee demands to know if he submits – but there’s no response!
HAS HE BLACKED OUT!?
IS IT OVER!?
Grabbing his wrist, the official raises his hand, then releases it—
IT FALLS LIMP BY HIS SIDE!
He checks a second time…
ONCE AGAIN, IT DROPS!
Three times and we’ve got a NEW OSW CHAMPION—
THREE!?
NO!
RIDING THE LINE OF CONSCIOUSNESS, VOYNICH BARELY CATCHES HIMSELF!
Mopping his own brow, the referee just walks back calling for the bell.
CORVUS TIGHTENS THE GARROTTE, SQUEEZING WITH EVERYTHING HE’S GOT!
VOYNICH’S EYES BULGE IN THEIR SOCKETS!
The crowd rally behind him!
RELYING ON AUTOPILOT, HE POWERS TO HIS FEET!
CORVUS CAN’T BELIEVE IT!
Voynich knows he has to act fast, before he fades again…
HE LURCHES INTO THE CORNER, DRAGGING CORVUS WITH HIM—
GETTING HIS FEET ON THE ROPES, HE KICKS OFF!
VOYNICH LANDS ON TOP OF CORVUS, WHO STILL HAS THE GARROTTE LOCKED IN!
THE CROW’S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!
THE OFFICIAL SLIDES INTO ACTION!
ONE!
…
WILL VOYNICH TAP, OR WILL CORVUS BE PINNED!?
…
TWO!
…
WHICH MAN WILL GIVE UP FIRST!?
…
…
TH—CORVUS BREAKS THE HOLD!
Timeless relinquishes the Garrotte, allowing Voynich to claw his way to safety in the corner, where the referee goes to check on him.
Shaking his head, Corvus hitches up the folds of his pants leg.
HE RETRIEVES A DAGGER FROM AN ANKLE SHEATH!
A mysterious substance coats the blade. What are Corvus’ intentions? Despite his profession, he’s an honourable man… But will the allure of the OSW Championship corrupt him!?
He holds the dagger by its point and steadies his hand.
Having massaged some functionality back to his trachea, Voynich turns around—
CORVUS THROWS THE DAGGER ACROSS THE RING!
THE OFFICIAL HITS THE DECK!
TIME SLOWS DOWN AS VOYNICH WATCHES THE BLADE SPIRAL TOWARDS HIM…
BEFORE HOLDING UP HIS BAG!
THUNK – THE THROWING DAGGER STICKS HIS BAG!
VOYNICH AVOIDS WHATEVER FATE AWAITED HIM!
Tossing his bag—and blade—aside, he wipes his forehead…
CORVUS IS ON HIM LIKE A SHADOW!
HE WEAVES BEHIND HIM—
IF HE GETS THE GARROTTE, THERE’LL BE NO COMING BACK THIS TIME!
BOTH MEN STRUGGLE…
VOYNICH GETS THE THREE-QUARTER FACELOCK ON CORVUS!
POINTING TO THE TURNBUCKLES TO A BIG POP, HE RUNS AT THEM…
TOP-ROPE BACKFLIP INTO THE DROP – SLICED BREAD #2!
CORVUS JUST GOT TO SEE THE EIGHTH WONDER!
Voynich pins him—
ONE!
…
HAS THE HITMAN RUN OUT OF LIVES!?
…
TWO!
…
…
CAN THE ARCHAEOLOGIST BURY HIS FOE ONCE AND FOR ALL!?
…
…
THREEEEE!
VOYNICH RETAINS THE OSW CHAMPIONSHIP!
Battered, bloodied, and exhausted, Best Kept Secret props himself up on his elbow as the referee passes his belt to him. Thanking the fans for their support, he soldiers to his feet to celebrate a gutsy defence.
Holy shit! That match was insane!
The crowd is at a fever pitch after both Corvus and Voynich laid their bodies on the line, all for that World Championship. Minutes pass, both men starting to gather their wits about them.
They stand across the ring at one another, a semblance of respect passing between them.
“Well?” Voynich calls. “You said you had information for me. Did I earn it?”
Corvus pauses for a moment, dipping to ringside to reach under the ring. He comes back into the ring with a document in his hand.
“My word is my bond, Voynich.” The Crow replies finally. “You earned more than my respect tonight. You earned the right to see what I have brought you, though I am not sure whether you truly will want to.”
He holds the document out, Voynich reaching out to grab it away. The Best Kept Secret begins to read over the paper, his eyes scanning every line.
“There’s something special there for you, as you now see.” Corvus says, as he takes his leave from the ring.
Voynich, as he continues to read this document, slowly starts to well up with tears. He looks up at the departing Corvus but cannot speak. He’s so taken with emotion.
Instead of speaking further, Voynich tearfully leaves the ring, heading up the aisle.
What the hell was in that document?
Backstage, Banzan is preparing for Lambs to the Slaughter. He sits in peaceful meditation, his eyes closed.
Suddenly, he opens them.
Stood slumped in the door way, his clothes ripped and his face covered in blood, is none other than a young monk.
As Banzan spots him, he begins falling to the floor. The Mountain quickly rushes over to scoop him up, placing him down on the floor carefully as he does.
“What happened?” Banzan asks whilst holding the young monk’s head. “Who did this to you?”
“A wolf,” he mutters.
Banzan doesn’t understand.
“A wolf?” He replies.
“A wolf forced his way into our monastery and slaughtered our brothers like lambs,” the monk clarifies through agonizing gritted teeth.
The Mountain immediately understands.
“Helvig did this to you?” He says sorrowfully. “I’m so sorry. Did anyone else survive?”
“N-no,” he stammers. “He left me alive to bring you a message.”
“What message? Where is it?” Banzan demands.
The monk carefully opens his robe to reveal a message carved violently by axe into his skin. Banzan looks absolutely stunned to see it. It reads ‘FALSE’.
“I promise you that I’ll avenge our brothers and make this right. I promise you that I won’t stop until Leif Helvig bleeds like you’ve bled, brother.”
There’s no reply.
“Brother?” Banzan asks again.
But unfortunately, the young monk, laying there bleeding in Banzan’s arms, has passed away with his eyes wide open.
The Mountain lowers his head in shame, a tear streaming down his cheek. He uses his fingers to close the young monk’s eyes before laying his head down on the floor.
Standing up, his eyes full of sadness and rage, he storms towards the door.
Cut.
The lights around the Slaughterhouse scramble, flickering wildly before the sound of ‘Illuminati’ by Korn begins to play. When the lights focus once more, a figure stands atop the entranceway – hooded.
“I can’t believe what’s happening, where is your self control
Why can’t you just be honest, the corruption takes its toll”
He throws off the hood, revealing his heavily tattooed head – filled with various ancient symbols and runes. Leaving his cloak behind, he takes off toward the ring, looking around him wearily as he does so and unpredictably side-stepping, running and stopping without warning on his way down the entranceway.
“You rape our hope, too proud to cope
You built this house of shame.
You smile, you gloat. This disease you promote.
An infection is what we are now”
Rolling into the ring, Rune untrustingly takes in his surroundings with a wild look in his eyes.
He grabs a microphone, angrily pacing the squared circle.
“What kind of fuckin’ joke is this?” He screams. “It’s a god damn conspiracy. Who decided I should start first, huh!?”
The fans cheer, mixed with laughter.
“You think it’s funny? Someone back there has it in for me. Someone is trying to punish me by starting me first, but if you think I’m afraid, if you think I’m scared, you’re crazy!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
Rune throws his microphone angrily at the ground, screaming into oblivion as he paces the ring
Darkness.
The lights dim to a shade lighter than darkness as the humming start of ‘To get to you’ brings about the immediate rise of the fans.
“YEAAAAHHHHH!!!” Roar the fans.
Red River Jack steps out onto the entrance ramp with the burning ember of his cigarette being the first thing we see.
Rune’s eyes widen.
He nonchalantly walks towards the ring, stopping at the bottom to take one last drag on his cigarette before putting it out on the floor with a press of his boot. The lights come back on as he does and he rolls into the ring.
Rune can’t believe it. He rushes towards Red River Jack in absolute shock only to be caught with a thunderous Clothesline. The Conspiracy Theorist is quickly back to his feet and straight into Jack again.
SPARTAN KICK!
WHAM!
Rune is kicked straight through the ropes and onto the ring apron. RRJ heads out there too, dropping down and positioning him.
RUNNING APRON NECKBREAKER!
BRUTAL!
The Devourer of Worlds rises back to his feet with his arms spread wide, receiving a standing ovation for his troubles. He picks Rune off the ground and rolls him back into the ring, following.
Only Rune is back to his feet.
EXPLODER SUPLEX!
TRUTH HURTS!
HE CAUGHT HIM OUT OF NO-WHERE!
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
The fans boo as Rune gets back to his feet and stumbles into the corner, demanding Jack get back up.
The Awakened does, turning around and running towards him.
DTH! DROP TOE HOLD!
HE COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!
The Glitch is furious, getting back to his feet and dragging Jack with him. He’s going for the Headlock Driver!
No! Jack spins him out…
SEEIN’ RED!
BUS DRIVER!
HE FUCKING NAILED IT!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
The lights begin to flash like a paparazzi’s camera as Deep Purple’s “Stormbringer” hits the Slaughterhouse. Smoke fills the entrance tube as the lyrics kick in.
Comin’ out of nowhere
Drivin’ like rain
There he is. Luke Storm walks through the clouds like a lightning bolt to stand at the head of the ramp. He removes his sunglasses as he takes in the crowd, his eyes full of rage.
With a nod and smile, the Real Deal marches down to the ring, ready for war. He slides in, going face to face with Red River Jack.
Oh man, what an epic showdown.
Red River Jack and Luke Storm stand face to face, nose to nose, in the middle of an Old School Wrestling ring.
Then it explodes.
Right and left hands thunder back and forth, Storm and Jack powering each other across the ring with hard shots to the face.
Storm takes the upper hand, pushing Jack back into the corner. He whips him across the ring to the other and immediately turns to follow.
DTH!
DROP TOE HOLD TO STORM BY RUNE!
The Glitch interrupts, but gets back to his feet to see RRJ stumble from the corner and nail him with a Clothesline.
Storm is shortly back to his feet, walking into Red who looks for another Clothesline, only he ducks it.
CODEBREAKER!
DOWNPOUR TO RED RIVER JACK!
The Tempest covers…
ONE…
TWO…
RUNE BREAKS UP THE FALL!
WAIT, WHAT!? WHY THE FUCK DID THE LOONEY DO THAT?
Even Luke looks perplexed!
“He’s mine!” Rune roars.
Storm nods and moves away, allowing Rune to cover.
ONE…
TWO..
LIGHTING STRIKE TO THE FACE!
THE TEMPEST NAILS RUNE WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE FUCKING HEAD, BREAKING UP THE FALL!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZ!
Ultimo quickly reacts with a kick to the mid-section, slamming him into the canvas with a DDT.
Jack meanwhile has gotten back to his feet, turning around to a right hand by America, which sends him reeling back into Storm who delivers one of his own.
They play piggy in the middle until The Tempest drops him with a firm and final right.
Ultimo quickly offers Storm a high five, which he accepts.
STUNNER!
GALE FORCE!!
Well, that was short lived.
Luke dives into the cover…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
KICK OUT!
WHAT!?
ULTIMO AMERICA JUST… DID HE JUST FUCKING KICK OUT?
Even The Tempest can’t believe it. He’s floored. He’s fucking stunned.
As he sits there on the canvas in surprise, Rune runs, leaping over him with a Blockbuster that folds Storm up like a fucking accordion.
He quickly gets back to his feet, hits the ropes and DROPKICK TO THE SEATED LUKE STORM!
WHAM!
RIGHT IN THE KISSER.
Ultimo rolls to the outside to recover, leaving Rune to meet the getting up Red River Jack.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
As the opening chords of No One Will Save You, Kaine saunters out slowly, dressed in his red and black formal wear. His eyes glare over the audience as he begins to slowly, almost hauntingly, walks to the ring. With unearthly grace he leaps to the ring apron and climbs into the ropes.
Who the fuck is this? Rune and Jack watch as Kaine Knightlord enters the ring and both run at him.
Knightlord ducks both Clothesline attempts, planting Rune with a Headbutt.
Jack grabs him, but Kaine scoops him straight up.
STEEN BREAKER!
BLOOD DRIVER!
HE COVERS…
ONE….
TWO….
KICK OUT BY RED RIVER JACK!
Kaine gets back up and swings his cape as Luke Storm rushes him.
He spins him inside out.
THE NIGHT RAID!
SPINNING UNPRETTIER TO THE TEMPEST!
KAINE KNIGHTLORD IS CLEARING HOUSE!
He turns to see Ultimo getting to his feet on the outside and rushes across the ring with a Baseball Slide, thundering America into the barricade with authority.
As Knightlord rolls back into the ring, he doesn’t see Rune who awaits him as he rises.
WOKE LARIAT!
PENDULUM LARIAT TO KANE KNIGHTLORD!
Rune covers…
ONE….
TWO….
KICK OUT!
We’re only five into this utterly insane match and no-one has yet to score an elimination.
Ultimo America slides back into the ring and slaps a hand around The Glitch’s throat as he rises.
CHOKESLAM!
THE HAND OF LADY LIBERTY!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
RUNE WITH A LOW BLOW!
He immediately drops to his knees and follows up with an uppercut that stumbles Ultimo back into the ropes.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
The crowd cheers for the loveable loser as he steps out onto the entrance ramp, a big smile on his face. He takes off his hat, and bows, and —
DAVE THE RABBIT JUMPS OUT OF THE HAT AND SCURRIES DOWN THE ENTRANCE RAMP!!!
Magical Miles gives chase, but it’s no use. Hey, you try catching a rabbit. Whatever, Miles sighs and rolls into the ring.
Miles quickly goes to work on the back of Rune with forearm shots in defence of his friend, Ultimo. The Forever Friends grab him, pushing him back into the ropes and sending him across the ring.
DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE BY RUNE!
The Glitch roars as he thunders through both men. Miles is quickly back to his feet, running into an Overhead Drop.
Luke Storm meanwhile is back in the action, pummelling away at Red River Jack in the corner.
Kaine Knightlord attacks The Tempest from behind, dragging him out of the corner and into a Side Suplex.
Rune grabs Miles and slams him with a European Uppercut, only here comes America once again, this time grabbing him with both arms. They jostle together..
UNITED STATES OF VICTORY!
SMALL PACKAGE…
ONE….
TWO….
KICK OUT! RUNE BARELY KICKS OUT!
Both men spring back to their feet.
THE MAGICAL HAT!
SURPRISE INSIDE CRADLE BY MILES!
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
KICK OUT!
AGAIN RUNE KICKS OUT!
What a sequence of pinfalls!
Both men are back to their feet again, only here comes Storm.
DOWNPOUR!
CODEBREAKER TO MILES!
BUS RIVER!
SEEIN’ RED TO RUNE!
Ultimo meanwhile was already heading up top.
BUZZZZZZZZZZ!
The Forever Friends are now together!
Welcome to the Grand illusion
Come on in and see what’s happening
Pay the price, get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing
Suddenly your heart is pounding
Wishing secretly you were a star
Styx’s “The Grand Illusion” begins to blast through the arena, as Chunky somersaults through the curtain and onto the stage, before holding both of his hands out and nodding his head with the cheesiest smile you’ve ever seen before. Already sweating, he starts to play air guitar, turning his body to the left side of the crowd – and then to the right side of the crowd – before trotting his way down the ramp.
FROGSPLASH!
AMERICA THE BRAVE TO RUNE! AMERICA THE BRAVE TO RUNE!
ULTIMO DELIVERED IT!
Chunky enters the ring just in time to see Red River Jack getting back to his feet.
“CHUNNNNNNNKKKKK!”
HE RUNS HIM OVER WITH A FUCKING POUNCE! JESUS CHRIST!
Chunky turns around immediately to see Luke Storm. Storm swings with a Clothesline but Chunk unbelievably ducks under.
DROPKICK BY ULTIMO AMERICA!
THE FOREVER FRIENDS HAVE SOME RHYTHM!
Kaine Knightlord breaks that up with a Double Forearm to the back of Chunky, but he turns around and grabs him by the throat, choking him.
LOW BLOW BY KNIGHTLORD!
Kaine lamps him with a Headbutt!
BUT HERE’S MAGICAL MILES!
“STRAWBERRY BASKET!”
LOW BLOW OF HIS OWN TO KAINE KNIGHTLORD!
Knee to the face as a follow up!
Ultimo grabs Kaine by the head, and drags him to the corner, slamming him inside. He sits him up on the turnbuckle and prompts his friends to follow.
Wait a second.
What are they planning here?
Ultimo America stands on the top rope with Kaine Knightlord, as Magical Miles and Chunky Moses stand beneath them.
POWERBOMB SUPERPLEX!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!
THEY UNDER INTO THE CANVAS!!
MILES AND CHUNKY RUSH TO HELP ULTIMO UP, WHO’S SMILING.
WHAT A MOMENT.
BUZZZZZZZZ!
What….
The….
Fuck….
There’s no music, no fanfare, no entrance to speak of. Sherman Dewey steps out from behind the curtain, the rage on his rotten false palpable. The Forever Friends stand in the ring, watching in shock and horror as their friend slowly walks towards them.
Sherman enters the ring and stares down those who brought him back from the dead.
“You did this to me,” he mutters angrily. “You turned me into this?!”
He suddenly runs across the ring, nailing Miles with a thunderous Clothesline. Ultimo tries to escape but Sherman pulls him back, slamming him with a Back Body Drop.
Chunk doesn’t know what to do, so he runs at him.
SPEAR BY DEWEY!
Dewey has unrivalled power here. The Nerd starts pounding away at Chunky until Ultimo and Miles get enough courage and energy to drag him away.
He’s kicking and screaming as they do, being tossed aside.
The Forever Friends are back to their feet, circling and surrounding their former best friend.
“We’re sorry,” Ultimo says sincerely, but panicked. “We love you. You know we do.”
Sherman is spewing rage.
“I’m going to kill you all,” he growls back.
BUUUUZZZZZ!
What the fuck is this?
The Forever Friends quickly turn their attention to Tenchu, before carefully backing up.
Dewey though runs at Ultimo, tackling him through the ring ropes to the outside.
Tenchu moves forward, spinning with a Clothesline to take down Chunky as he approaches.
The Assassin see’s Luke Storm coming and ducks under a Clothesline, scooping him up.
DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
LETHAL BLOW TO LUKE STORM!
Tenchu gets back up and is immediately SPEARED TO THE CANVAS BY RED RIVER JACK!
Jack tries to punch away at him, but a mechanical arm grabs him the throat, pushing him backwards.
Kaine Knightlord is back up and runs, chopping at the knee of The Robotic Assassin, forcing him down to just one.
He releases Jack, who steps back and SPARTA KICK!
SPARTA KICK TO TENCHU!
THAT SLAMS HIM BACK INTO THE CORNER!
HE WALKS OUT…
RIPCORD KNEE! NORTHERN LARIAT!
BLOODY STREAM BY KAINE KNIGHTLORD!
Meanwhile, Rune is waiting…
ROLL UP ON KNIGHTLORD…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NOOOOO! KICK OUT! KAINE KICKS OUT!
Outside the ring, Chunky, Miles and Ultimo are trying to fend off Dewey, but he’s attacking them as violently as he can.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
The Glitch chuckles but turns around to meet Storm, who nails him with a Snap Suplex.
The Tempest gets back to his feet and see’s the trouble outside the ring. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits.
The Forever Friends turn around…
CROSSBODY FROM THE TOP ROPE TO ALL FOUR FOREVER FRIENDS! LUKE STORM TAKES THEM ALL OUT!
As those five recover on the concrete outside the ring, Tenchu is back to his feet.
Kick to the gut of Red River Jack.
ODOWARA SENT!
SPINNING INVERTED DOUBLE UNDERHOOK FACEBUSTER!
TENCHU COVERS… CAN HE ELIMINATE THE AWAKENED?
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
KICK OUT! RED RIVER JACK KICKS OUT!
The Assassin gets back up, utterly fucking emotionless. He tilts his head but here comes The Judge. The Judge lamps him with a Big Boot, sending him tumbling over the top rope to the outside.
He turns to see Kaine Knightlord rising, knocking him back down with a Clothesline for good measure.
However, who he really wants is Rune.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
The lights flash at the entrance stage, showing someone standing there with a shotgun slung over their shoulder. The song continues, flashing at the steps of the march.
“Left, right! Left right left!”
The song is interrupted by the firing of a shotgun, and the lights flick on, centering on the back of The Reaper. The song reaches its chorus as he turns to face the audience.
“Hell Broke Loose! Hell Broke Loose!”
The audience roars into life as he marches down the ramp. He clambers into the ring, dropping his shotgun.
OH BOY.
BUSINESS IS ABOUT TO PICK UP!
The Judge may have had his sights set on Rune, but his attention has turned fully to Reaper.
Both men run at each other like freight-trains, clashing in the middle of the ring with a thud. They start slamming right and left hands into one another, delivering shot after shot.
Neither backing down.
Neither giving up.
Here comes Rune and Tenchu!
Reaper goes for a Clothesline on the Judge…
BUT HE DUCKS AND REAPER TAKES OUT TENCHU!
THAT LEAVES THE JUDGE TO STEP FORWARD AND LEVEL RUNE WITH A BIG BOOT!
WHAT A SEQUENCE!
They both turn around to meet each other once more.
KICK TO THE GUT BY THE JUDGE.
THE RESTORATION!
POWERBOMB TO REAPER!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
HE FLIPS OUT!
SHOTGUN BLAST!
SUPERMAN PUNCH TO THE JUDGE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
HE DODGES!
The Judge runs at Reaper, but it’s the latter who scoops him up and down into Samoan Drop!
The Harvester gets back to his feet but there’s Red River Jack.
DDT!
The Forever Friends have now escaped back into the ring, but Sherman Dewey is relentless in following them.
What are they going to have to do to stop him?
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
They’ve been duped and they know it.
Sherman changes his position in the ring to be beside her, clearly choosing an allegiance.
“She’s the one who brought you back!” Miles claims angrily.
Dewey grimaces.
“They’re never angry with me,” Leah confirms. “I’m not their connection to this world; you are.”
With that, the furious Forever Friends run towards them both. It’s three on two, but that doesn’t matter.
Ultimo and Miles take Sherman into the corner, fighting with him. Leah is meanwhile tussling with Chunky.
She runs him into the corner.
TORNADO DDT!
The Swamp Witch gets back to her feet just in time to see Dewey toss Miles to the outside and then Headbutt Ultimo. She whistles, watching as Sherman whips Ultimo towards her.
DROWNING IN FIRE!
YAKUZA KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
JESUS.
She covers…
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!!
CHUNKY BREAKS UP THE NEAR FALL!
JUST BARELY, BUT HE DOES!
She gets up angrily and stomps away at the head of Chunky, kicking him as hard as she can.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
The Reaper is next, being dumped over the top rope.
Corvus barely has a chance to turn around before THE JUDGE RUNS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE TOO!
BOTH GO BARELLING TO THE OUTSIDE!
Meanwhile, back in the ring and The Forever Friends are up, surrounding Sherman Dewey.
Oh boy.
It’s on.
RAGEQUITTER BY CHUNKY!
THE DOUBLE ELBOW ATTACK CATCHES DEWEY FLUSH!
HE STUMBLES…
THE HAND OF LADY LIBERTY!!
CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM!
HE FUCKING HIT IT! HE FUCKING HIT IT!
SHERMAN SLAMS INTO THE CANVAS WITH A THUD.
MILES LEAPS ON HIM INTO THE COVER…
SO DOES ULTIMO…
AND CHUNKY…
PILLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!!
YES! YES! THE FUCKING FOREVER FRIENDS HAVE DONE IT! THEY’VE ELIMINATED THE ZOMBIFIED SHERMAN DEWEY!
This story is long from over, but they’ve finally successfully pinned an opponent!
They barely have time to get back to their feet though, as here comes Leah Lincoln.
CLOTHESLINE TO MILES.
ZIG-ZAG TO LEAH LINCOLN!
CORVUS! THE SHADOW WALKER JUST NAILED HER WITH A MARKED FOR DEATH!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
“Ooh hoo, I’m not afraid!
I’m giving into grievances again
You’re looking at an absolute zero
I’m not the Devil, but I won’t be your hero!”
He storms down the ramp towards the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, popping back to his feet.
Zero charges immediately Corvus.
FIREWALL!
BIONIC CLOTHESLINE!
He soon turns to see Tenchu. He throws a punch, but Tenchu grabs his metal hand, overpowering him.
Zero quickly kicks him in the gut.
PUNK CITY KILLER!
STUNNER!
The Hacker turns around to see Luke Storm though, waiting.
STUNNER OF HIS OWN!
GALE FORCE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Zero pushes out. He smirks, knowing what Storm tried. Both men come together in the middle of the ring but they’re attacked at the same time from behind.
It’s Rune and Jack, working together.
Double Clotheslines push both men head first into one another and that gives their opponents ample opportunity to strike further.
RUNE WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE TO ZERO…
ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!
JACK IS LOOKING FOR THE BUS DRIVER…
SEEING RED!
NO!
STORM SPINS AWAY.
LIGHTNING STRIKE!
WHAM! RIGHT IN THE KISSER!
The Tempest is one of 13 people still in this match and we’re not even half way there. Rune is the next to rush him, but he see’s him comfortably over the top rope and onto the ring apron.
DROWNING IN FIRE!
YAKUZA KICK TO RUNE! SHE WAS AIMING FOR STORM BUT HE DUCKED!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
STORYBOOK TO THE HEAD OF LINCOLN!
ANOTHER TO LUKE STORM!
ANOTHER TO CORVUS!
MY GOD, SHE’S PUTTING EVERYONE TO SLEEP WITH THAT STORY… BOOK.
Kaine Knightlord though rolls her up from behind…
ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!
She springs way from the pinfall, rolling to the outside to recover.
Meanwhile, Ultimo, Miles and Chunky have piled on Leah!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
They did it! Holy fucking shit, they did it!
They can’t believe it!
Reaper meanwhile is back inside the ring.
SUPERMAN PUNCH TO ULTIMO!
SHOTGUN BLAST!
MILES TRIES TO ROLL HIM UP…
THE MAGICAL HAT!
BUT REAPER USES HIS STRENGTH AND LIFTS HIM UP INTO THE AIR!
SUPLEX!
He immediately pops back up to his feet.
PUNK CITY KILLER!
STUNNER! STUNNER! STUNNER!
THAT SPINS HIM AROUND…
KICK TO THE GUT!
RESORTATION!
IT’S THE JUDGE WITH A THUNDEROUS FUCKING POWERBOMB!
He covers…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
That isn’t going to sit well with Reaper. You can bet your life on that.
Corvus meanwhile has Red River Jack in the Garrote – ALMOST! Holy shit! Corvus has been extremely impressive lately and eliminating Red River Jack – a former winner of this match, could be fucking huge!
Jack though backs him into the corner multiple times, barely breaking the beginnings of the hold.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
Everything’s sacred gets lost in the night”
Sanctus, the Holy One, appears as a silhouette. The bright light behind him casts a shadow over his body, giving the effect of an aura of light around him. He makes ‘Yahweh’s Sign’, the Catholic Cross across his chest.
“Save our souls
These are dangerous and desperate times”
His arms extend into a crucifix position and he falls to his knees in prayer. When he rises, he charges at the ring, leaping up onto the apron and front flipping into the squared circle. The legacy of Bellator continues this night.
CLOTHESLINE TO SANCTUS BELLATOR BY RUNE!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
HE FLIPPED INTO THE RING AND GOT SMASHED IN THE FACE WITH A FUCKING CLOTHESLINE FOR HIS TROUBLES!
Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Zero has been busy constructing a few interesting little towers.
There’s a four-table tower on one side of the ring and on the other, two ladders sits across the barricade.
Back in the ring and Sanctus Bellator is fighting with Rune having gotten back to his feet. He slams him into the corner and when he stumbles out, catches him.
IMPERTIO!
SPANISH FLY!
The Chosen One covers Rune…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
KICK OUT BY RUNE!
Knightlord drags Sanctus away and tosses him over the top rope!
He smiles sinisterly, turning around to CORVUS!
GAROTTE!!
KAINE STRUGGLES… HE NEEDS TO BREAK FREE!
HE TAPS!
HE TAPS!
KAINE KNIGHTLORD TAPS OUT!
Notch that one up for The Crow.
We’ve 11 people in this match and we’re not even close to an ending as yet. These guys have an awful long way to go.
Corvus tosses away Knightlord and walks straight into Tenchu who drops him with a thunderous Clothesline.
There’s no rest for the wicked in this one.
BUZZZZZZZZ!
Two-Face enters the ring and catches Miles with a right hand. He throws one at Ultimo for good measure. He quickly pulls Chunky in and nails him with a DDT.
Red River Jack is understandably exhausted. He’s lurking on the outside when Zero spots him.
The Hacker exits the outside and immediately starts brawling with him. Right and left hands start this thing, but it’s quickly turned into an Irish Whip straight into the barricade by Zero.
Back inside the ring and Luke Storm is receiving a barrage of right hands in the corner by Two-Face.
Opposite him, The Judge, Tenchu and Rune are making The Forever Friends suffer.
Sweet Alice on the other hand is grounding and pounding on Sanctus.
With everyone else fighting, Corvus climbs the top turnbuckle, waiting for his opportunity.
Jack and Zero turnaround from their fighting.
NEVERMORE!
SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO ZERO AND RED RIVER JACK BY THE CROW!
HEADS OR TAILS TO LUKE STORM! SISTER ABIGAL!
Sanctus has managed to kick Alice off and is heading to the top rope…
BUZZZZZ!
“My mother told me
Someday I would buy
Galleys with good oars
Sails to distant shores.”As the thumping drum of “My Mother Told Me” kicks in, Leif Helvig steps out onto the stage with a stoic expression. Slowly, Hati appears on his left and Skoll on his right. He first pats Hati and then Skoll on their heads, sending them towards the ring. They slowly approach the bottom of the ramp and take a direction each around the ring.
Leif grimaces, rolling his shoulders before making a paced walk down the ramp. He walks up the ring steps and enters the ring.
Oh… fucking… dear.
Here comes the fucking Viking.
CLOTHESLINE TO RUNE.
CLOTHESLINE TO LUKE STORM.
CLOTHESLINE TO ULTIMO AMERICA.
CLOTHESLINE TO MILES.
CLOTHESLINE TO CHUNKY.
HE’S CLEARING FUCKING HOUSE!
THERE’S NO PARTY LIKE A CLOTHESLINE PARTY
Tenchu leaps forward with a high knee.
THE HIDDEN BLADE!
Leif Sidesteps it, grabbing Tenchu by the head and lamping him with a fucking Headbutt.
Sanctus Bellator leaps from where he was positioned on the top rope.
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO THE CHEST OF THE VIKING!
TERRA TREMUIT!
THAT ONLY STUMBLES LEIF!
Bellator gets back to his feet and runs at him, only to be scooped up.
VALKYRIE KALLAR!
FALL AWAY SLAM TO BELLATOR, TOSSING HIM STRAIGHT TO THE FUCKING OUTSIDE!
Sweet Alice is next, leaping onto the Vikings back.
She tries with all her might to choke him, but he reaches over his shoulder and grabs her, pulling her down in front of him.
HEADBUTT.
HEADBUTT.
HEADBUTT!
ALICE IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN!
HEADBUTT!
ANOTHER FUCKING HEADBUTT!
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
Alice falls limply to the canvas as Leif turns around to see Ultimo America.
He slaps a hand around his throat.
Oh, boy.
Helvig slams his arm down across it, breaking the hold.
Kick to the gut.
Right hand.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
He places the head into the fire, setting it alight, before slowly making his descension on the ring.
Viper enters the ring and looks at Helvig…
Then decides against it.
He rushes over to where Alice lays, attempting the cover..
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NO! ALICE… SHE… SHE KICKED OUT! HOLY SHIT! WHAT KIND OF FIGHT IS IN THIS WOMAN?
Viper gets back to his feet and runs at the ropes, hitting a Clothesline on Zero who tries to get back into the ring.
He’s proud of himself until he realizes that he’s alone with none other than Leif Helvig.
Slowly… very slowly, in fact, he turns around…
FRIGORRRRRRAAAAAA!!
SPEEEEEAAAAARRRRR!!
THAT NEARLY BROKE VIPER ROBERTS THE FUCK IN HALF!
LEIF HELVIG IS A FUCKING MONSTER!
He gets back to his feet to see The Judge staring at him.
Oh man. These two powerhouses are going to go at it.
They immediately step to one another.
RIGHTS!
LEFTS!
RIGHTS!
LEFTS!
RIGHTS!
LEFTS!
WHAT A WAR!
Judge takes Helvig into a Side Headlock, but The Viking powerfully pushes him out and into the ropes.
DIVING HEADBUTT!
LEIF WITH A DIVING HEADBUTT!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
“Heavy is the Hand” by Zac Brown Band – (The lights fall as the gutteral guitar of “Heavy is the Hand” begins while digital silhouettes of oil rigs in action paint against the stage and ramp. Then seconds later, there he appears, Sterling “The Black Gold Bronco” Slim, all of his glory with arms-crossed, a grin on his face and a nod of his head. He takes in the crowd for a moment and then tips his cowboy hat with a wink before making his way down the ramp.
He doesn’t quite look like a fighter, but the minute he removes his attire – you can see that he is. For an elderly man, he’s in great shape.
Sterling offers Helvig a hand high up in the air, and the two stare at each other for a moment.
Leif shrugs and accepts, grabbing the hand…
HEADBUTT TO THE JAW!
Slim tries to reel backwards but Helvig keeps a hold of his hand. He pulls him in, picks him up and THROWS HIM OVERHEAD.
JESUS CHRIST.
Can anyone stop this monster?
As Leif gets back up, he finds himself surrounded.
Rune, Zero, Red River Jack, Luke Storm, Corvus and Viper Roberts make six surrounding The Viking.
Business is about to pick up.
All six rush him at the same time. He tries to defend but the mob mentality starts taking effect as they pile him into the corner. Rune runs first, rushing across the ring with a CORNER SPLASH!
RIGHT HOOK KNOCKS HIM OUT OF THE FUCKING AIR!
Here comes Red River Jack.
BOOT TO THE GUT, FOLLOWED BY A CLUBBING FOREARM!
Storm, Corvus and Viper go together, Corvus hoping over the top rope to grab him from behind.
BUZZZZZZZZZ!
The lights in the Slaughterhouse dim as horns begin to blare throughout, leading all eyes to the entrance as the man himself steps out to “Simon Says” by Pharaohe Monch, keeping his eyes on the ring. As the music continues playing, Simon enters the ring, never losing focus.
Simon wisely goes to help Storm, Corvus and Viper as they try to restrain The Viking.
With Corvus choking him from behind, he’s finding it impossible to avoid the body shots coming from the remainder.
Corvus finally lets him go, pushing him out as the other three back away.
SUPERKICK!
LIGHTNING STRIKE BY STORM!
That stumbles Helvig…
SNAKE BITE!
WRAPAROUND NECKBREAKER BY ROBERTS!
Simon demands they get out of the way and positions himself at the feet of The Monster….
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK!
CHECKMATE!
VIKING IS SURELY GOING TO TAP…
ONLY…
HE’S NOT EVEN SCREAMING.
HE’S NOT YELLING…
HE’S NOT EVEN REACTING.
HE SITS UP LOOKING AT SIMON, WHO WRENCHES AS HARD AS HE CAN…
FINALLY, THERE’S A LOOK OF PAIN ON THE FACE OF THE VIKING, BUT HE REACHES FORWARD…
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!!
SANCTUS BELLATOR!
TERRA TREMUIT FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE HEAD OF LEIF HELVIG!
HE’S OUT! THAT HAS KNOCKED HIM OUT!
Simon gets go of the hold angrily.
Oh no.
Someone needs to cover Leif, but he’s rolling to the outside.
Simon angrily storms Sanctus as he rises…
GAMBIT!
SPINNING BACKFIST!
DOWNPOUR!
CODEBREAKER TO SIMON!
IT’S ALL FALLING APART!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
As the beginning of Hall of Justice begins to play, fans are looking all over for any sign of the Caped Crusader.
A few fans look up and see a figure make his way along the catwalks high above the Slaughterhouse.
Suddenly that figure jumps over the rail, quickly blasting a grappling hook into the roof. As the music swells, so does the batwings-like cape.
Redwing is unveiled as he reaches the centre of the ring and looks around it.
There’s 18 people in this match!
Can you believe it?
Redwing is immediately attacked by Sweet Alice and The Judge, who’re teaming up immediately.
Elsewhere, Zero and Tenchu are back in the fight.
Massive metal punches are being exchanged between them until Zero pushes him back into the ropes.
Tenchu with a Clothesline attempt.
Zero ducks.
BIONIC ARM CHOKE!
HE’S CHOKING TENCHU…
THAT’S NOT GONNA DO IT…
SIT OUT POWERBOMB! CHOKE INTO THE FUCKING POWERBOMB!
BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH!
BSOD!!
KILL IT WITH FIRE!
HE COVERS TENCHU…
ONE….
TWO…
THREE!
Across the ring, Redwing with a DARKNESS FALLS ON THE JUDGE!
CURBSTOMP TO THE JUDGE!
SWEET ALICE GRABS HIM FROM BEHIND…
REDWING SWIVELS UNDERNEATH AND PUSHES HER FORWARD..
STUNNER!
STUNNER!
STUNNER!
GALE FORCE BY LUKE STORM!
HE COVERS ALICE…
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
But here comes Leif Helvig!
The Viking is back.
He runs straight through Redwing with a shoulder barge, before turning his attention to Zero.
Zero throws a Bionic arm at him, but he catches it, lifting Zero up by it and swinging him around the fucking ring!
HE’S GIANT SWINGING ZERO BY HIS GOD DAMN BIONIC ARM!
DOWN GOES STORM!
DOWN GOES SIMON!
DOWN GOES EVERYONE WHO DARES STEP IN THE FUCKING WAY!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
Fog begins to billow out as the opening notes play out over the speakers. Stoner emerges with a smile on his face and what appears to be a joint in his hand. He takes a puff as he bobs his body in beat with the song before making his way down the ramp. Exhaling as he rolls under the bottom rope, he takes a final drag before flicking his paraphernalia into the ringside area for later.
Stoner doesn’t even enter the ring. He just stands outside it, watching as Leif Helvig runs through people like a fucking freight-train.
He’s going after Simon and who can blame him?
Leif grabs him by the throat, squeezing him to his knees.
RIGHT HAND… ANOTHER…
ANOTHER…
A HEADBUTT!
DOWN GOES SIMON!
He mounts him…
RASERI I SLAKTERIET!
GROUND AND FUCKING POUND!
KILL IT WITH FIRE!
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
SIMON IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN! HE’S FUCKING UNCONCIOUS…
Helvig covers…
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
Stoner quickly enters the ring, noticing an opportunity as Helvig gets back to his feet.
ROLL UP!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NO!!
NOOOOOO!
HELVIG KICKS OUT!
Okay, that’s just going to piss him off.
As he gets back up, Redwing notices him bent over..
DARKNESS FALLS!
CURBSTOMP!
WHAT!?
LEIF FLICKS HIS FUCKING HEAD AND BACK UP, PROPELLING REDWING UP!
THE CAPED CRUSADER COMES BACK DOWN TO AN GIANT FUCKING UPPERCUT!
JESUS CHRIST!
STONER RUSHES HIM…
FRIGORAAAAAAA!!
HIGH VELOCITY SPEAR!
STONER IS NEARLY BROKEN IN HALF!
Helvig covers Redwing…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
That’s two in a row by The Viking.
He turns around to see Chunky Moses barrelling towards him.
“CHUNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!”
FRIGORAAAAAAA!!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT! HE COULD’VE BROKE HIM… HE MAY HAVE JUST CUT HIS WEIGHT IN HALF!
HE COVERS…
ONE….
TWO…..
THREE!
JESUS CHRIST!
This is unbelievable.
Leif Helvig has just eliminated Simon, Redwing and Chunky Moses back-to-back.
The Wolf gets back to his feet and surveys the ring. He spots Two-Face pummelling on Sterling Slim in the corner. He rushes towards him and clobbers both of them with a Double Splash.
As they stumble away, he grabs Two-Face and lamps him with a Headbutt.
Only here comes Viper Roberts to break it up!
“ALLL ABOAAARRRDD!!”
The pulsating riff of Crazy Trains fills the Slaughterhouse. All in attendance turn their attention towards the entrance ramp and out steps the enforcer, the Guv’nor, Albert Shaw. Drinking in the boos from the crowd, he cracks his knuckles and swaggers down to the ring. Picking up the pace the closer he gets, taking one final deep breath before joining the chaos taking place within in the squared circle.
The minute Shaw enters the ring, he’s SPEARED STRAIGHT THE FUCK OUT OF IT BY ZERO!
ZERO DIVES THROUGH HIM AND THE MIDDLE ROPE, TAKING BOTH OF THEM TO THE OUTSIDE!
THE TRAITOR IS GETTING HIS JUST DESSERTS!
Back inside the ring and Viper Roberts is teaming with Two-Face to beat the holy hell out of Leif Helvig.
There’s still fourteen people in this match and 16 left to enter.
Ultimo America and Magical Miles spot the double team on Leif and quickly intervene.
Lord knows why.
Perhaps America is making up for his belief that Helvig had his wolves kill Sherman?
Miles takes away Two-Face and Viper is tackled by Ultimo, giving The Viking a reprieve.
Two-Face backs Miles up into the corner and begins Shoulder Barging him into oblivion – furious that he dare get involved in their fight.
He pulls him out…
HEADS OR TAILS!
SWINGING REVERSE STO!
But here comes The Judge!
The Judge in behind on Two-Face with a forearm shot to the back. He grabs him immediately, lifting him up from underneath.
Where’s he going?
With incredible balance, The Judge with Two-Face sat on his shoulders starts climbing the turnbuckle BACKWARDS.
ONE ROPE..
TWO….
SURELY NOT?
THE JUDGE IS STOOD BALANCED PERFECTLY ON THE TOP FUCKING TURNBUCKLE WITH A PANICKED TWO-FACE SAT ON HIS HEAD IN THE ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP POSITION!
PERFECT BALANCE!
TOP ROPE ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP BY THE JUDGE!
TWO-FACE LANDED STRAIGHT ACROSS MILES WITH A SENTON STYLE SPLASH ON IMPACT!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
As the emphatic entrance of ‘For Whom The Bell Tolls’ hits, the arena is dropped into immediately darkness.
The song pulsates as smoke fills the arena.
Darby Sorrow steps through the rope, revealing himself on the entrance ramp before slowly making his way to the ring.
Darby Sorrow enters the fray just in time. Stoner catches him as he enters the ring though…
SHOTGUN DROPKICK TO THE KNEE!
THE DROPKICK OF DOOM TO SORROW!
Leif Helvig meanwhile is back in the fight.
CLOTHESLINE TO STONER!
He turns around to see Two-Face getting back to his feet, stumbling.
FRIGGOOORRRAAAA!!
SPPPPEAAAARRRRRRRRR!!
He covers…
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!!
That’s Simon, Redwing, Chunky Moses and Two Face in a row.
Four eliminations in a fucking row for Helvig. Has that ever been done in OSW history?
Stoner meanwhile has rolled to the outside to get a steel chair. He’s had enough of being attacked and enters the ring.
STEEL CHAIR TO HELVIG.
ANOTHER…
ANOTHER…
ANOTHER…
ANOTHER…
ANOTHER…
ANOTHER…
ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? STONER IS GOING FUCKING HAM!
DOWN GOES HELVIG!
Stoner is going to eliminate The Viking! Oh my God!
KICK TO THE GUT!
SNAKE BITE!
WRAP AROUND NECKBREAKER! WHERE DID VIPER ROBERTS COME FROM!? STONER JUST GOT TAKEN OUT!
HE COVERS….
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!!
Finally, someone breaks the streak of Leif Helvig!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
The house lights slowly dim, synced to the sound of a THX surround sound test causing the jam packed audience to erupt. The sounds of “Head Like A Hole” by Nine Inch Nails blares on the arena’s sound system as gold lasers wander around the arena. A strobe light flickers at the top of the entrance way while the entrance begins to fog up.
Bow down before the one you serve
You’re going to get what you deserve
Bow down before the one you serve
You’re going to get what you deserve
CXDY emerges from the entrance curtain… the hood of his high-fashion, swarovski crystal covered, spiked leather jacket draping the top of his head. He pauses at the top of the ramp, tips his designer sunglasses down and points out to the crowd. He quickly removes his hood, extending his arms out to his sides, slowly turning his back to the ring as the crowd greets him with a chorus of boos. He storms to the ring…
As Albie and Zero brawl on the outside, CXDY understandably comes to get involved.
Both men grab Shaw, nailing him with an Irish Whip into the Steel Ring steps.
CXDY immediately goes beneath the ring, grabbing a steel chair.
There’s going to be a modicum of vengeance here tonight.
As Shaw sits slumped against the steel, CXDY throws the chair at him and runs…
RUNNING DROPKICK INTO THE STEEL CHAIR, SHAW AND THE RING STEPS!
These two are supposed to be Tag Team Champions!
Zero quickly pulls The Guvnor up, slamming him hard into the barricade. He says something to CXDY, who suddenly goes back under the ring.
He comes back with a Ladder and places it across the barricade and the ring. What the fuck are they planning?
The Hacker picks Shaw up and places him across it, nailing him with hard right hands as CXDY climbs the turnbuckles from the outside of the ring.
No….
Don’t do it.
ZERO HOLDS SHAW BY THE THROAT USING HIS BIONIC ARM…
HUMAN…
HIGHLIGHT…
REEL!
PHOENIX SPLASH! PHOENIX SPLASH THROUGH ALBERT SHAW AND THE FUCKING LADDER! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! CXDY HAS JUST DECIMATED HIS BETRAYER AND TAG TEAM PARTNER!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
“Welcome to The Show That Never Ends!”
The crowd goes hysterical as the disembodied voice of an unknown male rings out through the arena. The sounds of David Shire’s “Manhattan Skyline” blare through the speakers. The minute the guitar hits, Monty steps onto the entrance ram with a million dollar smile seemingly plastered onto his face.
The host saunters his way to the ring, waving to the crowd all the while. Straight then slides underneath the bottom rope.
Monty Straight immediately clocks The Judge with a fierce Clothesline, taking him down to the canvas.
There’s sixteen people in this match. It’s unbelievable.
Straight quickly grabs Sterling Slim, whipping him into the ropes. Slim comes barrelling back, ducking underneath a clothesline.
He bounces off the other ropes.
CLOTHESLINE TO STRAIGHT!
NO!
MONTY DUCKS!
SLIM RUNES THROUGH RUNE INSTEAD!
He turns back around to have his legs taken out from beneath him!
STRAIGHT SHOOTING!
SHARPSHOOTER TO STERLING SLIM!
RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING….
HE TAPS! HE TAPS! STERLING SLIM TAPS OUT!
Straight releases the hold, only to be staring face to face with The Judge.
They immediately begin trading off.
Right hands, left hands – Monty beats Judge back into the ropes and sends him across the ring, ducking as he returns.
Only The Judge scouts that.
He pulls him in.
RESTORATION!
POWERBOMB TO MONTY STRAIGHT!
POWERBOMB!
JUDGE COVERS…
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!!
That’s two eliminations for The Judge!
On the outside, CXDY and Albie are pulling themselves from the wreckage of that ladder. Zero helps CXDY back to his feet..
COFFIN DROP!
WHAT THE FUCK!
DARBY SORROW JUST LEAPT FROM THE TOP ROPE WITH A COFFIN DROP THAT TAKES OUT ALL THREE MEN! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
THERE’S CARNAGE!
Darby gets back to his feet..
Man, his back his shredded from impact on shards of that ladder. He rolls back into the ring, only to be met by Corvus!
GARROTE!!
HE HAS IT LOCKED IN! DARBY TRIES TO ESCAPE BUT HE CAN’T.. HE’S IN TOO MUCH PAIN!
SORROW TAPS OUT! SORROW TAPS OUT!
That’s two eliminations for Corvus!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
Green lights fill the Slaughterhouse as the playful piano opening of “Cash Machine” hits the speakers.
Boos fill the arena immediately.
I ain’t talkin’ to you broke bitches, I got money now
BEG steps out and seems to revel in the audience’s hatred. He breathes it in with a big smile and walks down the ramp.
As BEG makes his way into the action, he spots the carnage on the outside but that doesn’t stop him.
He walks straight over to a downed Albie and begins pounding away at him with a ground and pound. Rights and lefts smash against Shaw’s face in retaliation for turning on him earlier tonight.
Meanwhile, back inside the ring and Ultimo America slaps his hand around the throat of Rune.
Rune kicks him low to stop it.
He rushes off into the ropes, having been in this match since the very first entry…
PENDULUM LARIAT!
WOKE LARIAT!
THAT ALMOST TAKES ULTIMO’S HEAD OFF!
Rune demands that he gets back to his feet..
HEADLOCK DRIVER!
VEILBREAKER!
RUNE COVERS….
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Magical Miles spots this and rushes towards Rune, leaping at him enraged. He tackles him to the ground and starts throwing punches, however weak they may be.
Only suddenly, he’s dragged off.
It’s Luke Storm!
Storm turns him around.
GALE FORCE!
STUNNER!
STUNNER TO MILES!
Storm covers…
ONE….
TWO…
THREE!
THE FOREVER FRIENDS ARE OUTTA HERE! WHAT A VALIANT EFFORT!
That’s Luke Storm’s second elimination of the night.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
A haunting melody, unaccompanied by music.
“Oh, I bid farewell to the port and the land
And I paddle away from brave England’s white sands
To search for my long ago forgotten friends
To search for the place I hear all sailers end”
Captain James Silver steps out onto the entrance ramp. A sneer spreads across his face as he glides to the ring.
“As the souls of the dead fill the space of my mind
I’ll search without sleeping ’til peace I can find
I fear not the weather, I fear not the sea
I remember the fallen, do they think of me?
When their bones in the ocean forever will be”
He slides under the bottom rope..
He runs straight into Luke Storm, ducking beneath a Clothesline and leaping into a DIVING FOREARM that takes out Corvus, who was coming in from behind.
Silver pounces back to his feet and turns to see Red River Jack running towards him.
MAN OVERBOARD!
HE SCOOPS HIM UP INTO A GORILLA PRESS AND DROPS HIM RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE, BOUNCING HIM CHEST FIRST OFF THE TWO LADDERS STRETCHING BETWEEN THE BARRICADE AND APRON!
Zero set those up earlier and Jack just felt them chest first.
Meanwhile, Albie Shaw has somehow turned the tides on BEG. He’s strangling BEG against the barricade when Zero runs at him.
BIG BOOT TO ZERO!
CXDY is next, but he’s damn near broken in half.
He leaps through the air, only Shaw tosses Green at him, sending them both tumbling off across the floor. Albie grabs BEG and tosses him into the ring, following.
James Silver is there to meet him with 7 stomps to the mid-section!
PIECES OF EIGHT!
Albie waits for him to turn around…
GBH!
CLAYMORE TO THE FACE OF SILVER!
The Guvnor gets back up, demanding that Green join him…
BUT IT’S RUNE THAT STORMS HIM INSTEAD!
HE SCOOPS HIM UP!
LIFE WITHOUT PARAOLE!
AVALANCHE TOMBSTONE!!!!
HE COVERS RUNE…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
ALBIE SHAW ELIMINATES RUNE! THE FIRST MAN IN IS OUT!
BUZZZZZZZZZZ!!
As the music starts to play, fog fills the arena and Cael Gable is slowly lifted via ramp through the stage. When the music picks up, Cael raises his arms and makes his way down the ramp as red, white, and blue lighting catch his every move.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?
IT’S CAEL GABLE!
THE OLYMPIC HERO IS HERE!
THE FANS ARE GOING WILD!
Gable ducks right under Shaw, lifting him up with a German Suplex.
Swivels the hips.
ANOTHER GERMAN!
Cael pops back up and ducks under a clothesline by Sanctus.
BACK BODY DROP!
The Olympian is kicking ass!
Here comes BEG! BEG runs him into the corner, delivering shoulder barges.
ONLY CAEL FLIPS OVER THE TOP OF HIM, ROLLING OFF HIS BACK INTO A POSITION BEHIND!
OLYMPIC SLAM!
GET A LOAD OF THAT, SON!
The fans are on their feet!
Red River Jack quickly catches Gable as he gets back to his feet, delivering a massive SPARTAN KICK that knocks him back into the corner.
Jack whips him immediately out and into The Judge who nails him with a Big Boot!
The Judge and Jack then meet up, trading right hands.
DOUBLE ROLL UP!
VIPER ROBERTS ROLLS UP THE JUDGE…
CORVUS ROLLS UP RED RIVER JACK..
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
DOUBLE KICK OUT!
BARELY!
Both men somehow kick out.
Zero is by now back into the ring. He catches Viper as he turns around…
BIONIC CLOTHESLINE!
FIREWALL TO VIPER ROBERTS!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
The arena plunges into darkness, only a single strobe light remaining to light up the entrance way in between vigorous pulses. The build to “Unsainted” by Slipknot begins to play as a thick smoke crawls across the stage. As the guitars begin, Death Note slides out from behind the curtain and stands atop the entrance ramp, with his head lowered and his hair hung over his face.
The lyrics begin, as Death Note snaps his head backwards, peering up from side to side at the crowd through the flickering light before beginning his slow descent down the ramp way. He slithers under the bottom rope..
Deathnote gets back to his feet and launches himself into Zero with a Crossbody, taking him down to the canvas.
He rolls straight back to his feet and catches the incoming Judge.
GTS!
GATHER THY SOUL!
Cael Gable swings with a wild Clothesline, but Deathnote ducks underneath…
DYING WISH!
BURNING HAMMER TO CAEL GABLE!
The Author of Death is cleaning house.
Zero though is back to his feet. He demands Note coming running at him and when he does, he runs him over the top rope.
ONLY DEATHNOTE LANDS ON THE DUAL LADDERS!
The Hacker grimaces.
BUT HERE COMES CXDY!
HE’S A FUCKING LUNATIC!
HE RUNS ACROSS THE BARRICADE WITH INCREDIBLE BALANCE AND DIVES STRAIGHT THROUGH DEATHNOTE WITH A FUCKING SPEAR, SPEARING HIM FROM THE LADDER TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
Zero roars in approval.
BUT THERE’S SILVER!
Silver with a Samoan Drop!
As James gets back to his feet he walks straight into Corvus!
ZIG ZAG TO SILVER!
Corvus covers…
ONE….
TWO…
KICK OUT!
Sanctus Bellator waits for The Crow to get back to his feet and pulls him in close…
IMPERTIO!
SPANISH FLY!
BELLATOR COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
KICK OUT! KICK OUT!
CORVUS BARELY KICKS OUT!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
”EXIT LIGHT!”
Pitch-black darkness engulfs The Slaughterhouse, as Metallica’s Enter Sandman kicks in.
“ENTER NIGHT!”
The nightmarish Sandman looms into view on the stage, blinking in and out of sight by the light of camera flashes.
“TAKE MY HAND, WE’RE OFF TO NEVER-NEVERLAND!”
The Dream Demon glides to the ring, to the sound of crunching guitars. He steps over the top rope…
OHHHHHHHH FUCK!
HERE COMES THE SANDMAN!
Sanctus Bellator walks straight into him!
TO SAND!
CHOKESLAM TO BELLATOR!
Here comes a groggy Deathnote. He has no idea what he’s just rolled into the ring for…
40 WINKS!
EYE GOUGE!
DEATH IS SCREAMING!
THE SANDMAN SPINS HIM OUT…
DEEP SLEEP!
END OF DAYS!
COVER…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
THE SANDMAN ELIMINATES DEATHNOTE!
The Dream Demon immediately spins on a dime to see Berkshire Ellison Green. Green grabs him by the arm. He’s looking for the Stock Market Crash!
NO!
The Sandman pulls him in…
DEEP SLEEP!
THE END OF DAYS TO BEG!
He grabs him immediately and pulls him back to his feet…
TO SAND!
NOOOOOOOOO!!
LUKE STORM WITH A BACKSTABBER TO THE SANDMAN!
THAT’S THE FUCKING FIGHT WE WANT!
Luke mounts him with rage, slamming fists into his head as Green stumbles away.
Berkshire decides he wants more of The Dream Demon and tries to pull Storm away…
Luke pushes him backwards
LIGHTNING STRIKE!
BEG SPINS…
THERE’S RED RIVER JACK!
SEEIN’ RED!
NAILED HIM!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
“Give me a smile” echoes throughout the arena as Deranged begins to play. A throne held on the shoulders of four revenants is brought to the ring, Crowley sitting on it with a grin on his face. Once his throne reaches the ring, he sits and watches.
Oh man…
It’s LUCIFER HIMSELF.
But he’s not entering the ring.
Meanwhile, The Sandman has Green.
TO SAND!
CHOKESLAM!
COVER…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
That’s two eliminations in a row by The Sandman! Do you think he can equal Leif Helvig!?
James Silver comes flying off the top rope with a Crossbody, only The Sandman catches him.
BACKBREAKER!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
HE TOSSES HIM ASIDE LIKE TRASH!
The Dream Demon grabs him by the head.
40 WINKS!
THUMBS TO THE EYES!
WHAT’RE YOU GOING TO DO, SILVER!?
HE TAPS!
HE TAPS!
JAMES SILVER TAPS!
That’s three! One more and he’ll equal Leif’s earlier record of 4 straight eliminations.
The Sandman gets back to his feet and turns around.
ONLY THERE’S HELVIG!
AXE TO THE FUCKING CHEST!
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
THE SANDMAN LOOKS DOWN AT IT, GRABBING IT WITH ONE HAND..
LIGHTNING STRIKE!
SUPERKICK TO THE AXE!
THE SANDMAN IS STUMBLED!
FRIGGGOOOORRRAAAAAA!!!
LEIF HELVIG WITH A FUCKING SPEAR!
HE COVERS…
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
He almost had it, but The Viking refused.
Leif now has five eliminations.
He reaches down and pulls his axe from the chest of The Sandman, who disappears.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
Sensibilities Stripped Away, And I Will Not Follow”The heavy guitar of Ghost Town begins playing as Ash steps out onto the stage, a very different Chosen One then the one who became a fan favourite all those years ago. None of the bravado or that cocky smile is seen, Ash simply looks at the Slaughterhouse around him with disdain before slowly walking down to the ring.
Helvig looks towards Crowley as Ash Williams stops at the bottom of the ramp.
THE VIKING THROWS HIS AXE AT CROWLEY!
IT SLAMS INTO THE THRONE BESIDE HIS FACE!
ASH WILLIAMS JUST SPEARED THROUGH TWO DEMONS HOLDING THE FUCKING THRONE PLATFORM!
AND HERE COMES HELVIG!
Helvig dives recklessly through the ropes right onto Crowley, the throne and the platform.
EVERYTHING TUMBLES.
As everyone crashes to the floor, it’s Ash Williams left standing. He watches as Crowley gets back to his feet.
BOOMSTICK!
NO!
CROWLEY BLOCKS IT WITH A BIT OF THE THRONE THEN CLOBBERS HIM OVER THE HEAD WITH IT!
Meanwhile, back inside the ring and CXDY has finally re-joined with Zero in their war against Albie Shaw.
Both men pummel away at their former friend in the corner, beating him brutally with right and left hands.
Williams tells Zero to pull him out of the corner and he does…
YOUR
FORETOLD
DESTINY!
SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
ODE TO TYLER BROOKS, MAY HE REST IN PEACE!
CXDY covers…
ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!
SHAW POWERS OUT!
Williams angrily gets up, mounting Shaw with right hands until Zero pulls him away.
This time he’s directing traffic.
CXDY pulls Albie up and whips him towards Zero!
KICK TO THE GUT
STUNNER!
PUNK CITY KILLER!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
SHAW PUSHES ZERO OUT AND RIGHT INTO VIPER ROBERTS!
SNAKE BITE TO ZERO!
WRAPAROUND NECKBREAKER!
SHAW TURNS TO SEE CXDY…
BIG IN JAPAN!
HIGH IMPACT LARIAT!
NOOOOO! SHAW DUCKS IT!
GIANT CLOTHESLINE BY THE GUVNOR!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
As Monumental begins to play throughout the arena the lights dim down to near darkness.
A plethora of portals open up everywhere around the Slaughterhouse. Around the ring, near the ceiling, towards the ramps. They all show strange and distant lands.
And finally, we see Sigil. The Void Walker can be seen for split seconds through each portal, walking from land to land before a final portal opens inside of the ring showing the inside of his citadel, Sigil walking out and closing all of the portals in an instant before…
Sigil comes straight through the portal and finds himself rocked over the top rope with a Clothesline by Albie Shaw.
Meanwhile, Lee Crowley tosses Ash Williams into the ring.
The Old Timer turns around to see Luke Storm waiting for him with a smirk.
Both men go toe to toe, rocking each other with right and left hands.
Ash gets the better of the exchange, sending Storm back into the corner.
He backs up for a run, but Sanctus Bellator drops him with a Dropkick before he can even get going.
Across the ring and Viper Roberts has one table set up in the corner vertically and a second right next to it.
What does he have in mind?
Leif Helvig has just finished pummelling the living shit out of Cael Gable and turns around to meet him.
Roberts SPITS SNAKE OIL IN HIS EYES!
Helvig can’t see a fucking thing.
Roberts takes off his Snakeskin belt…
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
TANNING THE HIDE!
THE VIKING STUMBLES AWAY, DIVING TO THE OUTSIDE TO AVOID ANYMORE PUNISHMENT!
Just then, Ash Williams leaps into the air.
BOOMSTICK TO VIPER ROBERTS!
BOOMSTICK!
He turns..
GALE FORCE!
STUNNER!
LUKE STORM NAILS IT!
HE COVERS…
ONE….
TWO…
THREE!!
That’s Storms third elimination tonight!
BUZZZZZZZZZZ!
The lights in the Slaughterhouse dim as the opening chords of Statue of a King play over the arena. The crowd looks to the empty entrance before smoke rolls out and a platform rises from the ground revealing Darklord himself, Void Breaker in hand.
The ruler of Carthus cracks his neck and walks down to the ring, ignoring the crowd as gets to ring side before, in a show of strength, he grabs the ropes, using them to leap onto the ring apron before effortlessly stepping over the top rope.
The God King immediately swings his hammer, clocking Luke Storm directly in the head and sending him reeling backwards.
He drives it one more time forward, right into his mid-section for good measure.
As Storm doubles over and hits the canvas, it’s Red River Jack who steps up.
Red has been in this thing since number two and he’s not giving up.
He rushes beneath a hammer swing, connecting with kicks to the back of Darklord’s legs. That’s when Sigil and Crowley grab him from behind on the ring apron, holding on for dear life.
As the three of them battle him, Sanctus is getting back to his feet just in times to see CXDY!
YOUR!
FORETOLD!
DESTINY!
HE GOT IT ALL!
CXDY pulls him back to his feet…
PERFECT ENDING!
SINGLE UNDERHOOK BRAINBUSTER TO SANCTUS BELLATOR!
CXDY COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Williams roars! He has an elimination in Lambs!
He gets back to his feet.
GBH!
CLAYMORE! CLAYMORE! CLAYMORE!
ALBIE SHAW ALMOST TAKES HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF!
HE COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
That’s Shaw’s second elimination and by God, not only has he betrayed Blood Money Inc but he’s eliminated his once friend and Tag Team Championship partner for good measure.
He cockily waves goodbye to CXDY before returning to the action.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
A low pulsing purple glow fills the Slaughterhouse, pulsing in time with the music of “Wolf Totem”. Dry ice fills the entrance stage, coloured purple from the lighting. The gravelly sound of Mongolian Throat singing cuts through the atmosphere and we see the hulking frame of the Indestructible Mountain as the chanting announces his arrival.
He breathes in the incense of his lifeforce, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. When he opens them once more, his eyes are trained on the ring. Slowly, he makes his descent.
As Banzan makes his way to the ring, Leif Helvig immediately pays attention.
More than that, he charges.
These two behemoths meet on the entrance ramp, slugging it out.
LEFTS!
RIGHTS!
LEFTS!
Banzan beats Leif back into the barricade, driving a knee into his mid-section. This fight has been a long time coming and Banzan will not be taken lightly.
He reaches down and grabs a part of the broken throne, slamming it repeatedly into Helvig’s skull!
The Mountain pulls him away and slams him forcibly on the concrete floor at the bottom of the entrance ramp, storming off to find something, only to come back with a Steel Chair.
As Helvig rises, he’s met with it.
CHAIRSHOT TO THE SKULL!
TO THE BACK!
TO THE BACK!
AND ONE MORE TO THE FUCKING SKULL!
As The Viking tumbles, Banzan decides to keep going, slamming that same still chair repeatedly across his back…
UNTIL IT BREAKS!
And he’s not done.
He marches to grab a table from beneath the ring, setting it up amongst the carnage of Lee Crowley’s throne. Banzan pulls Helvig up and slams him down onto the table before making his way up onto the ring apron.
This is unusual for The Mountain!
BUT WAIT! DARKLORD GRABS HIM!
Before he can jump, Darklord grabs him from behind!
CLUBBING BLOW TO THE CHEST!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
He releases Banzan who falls to the floor.
ROLL UP BY SIGIL!
ONE….
TWO…
THREE!!
KICK OUT! DARKLORD KICKS OUT!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
The lights go down, and the tinkering metallic sounds of “Shout” by Tears for Fears starts to creep throughout the arena, with the words “Welcome to my Emporium!” fluorescently splashed against the stage.
Mister Andy slowly makes his way through the curtain with a stoic expression on his face. He stops to take in the crowd, all the while taking his reading glasses off and storing them in his pant pocket. With a nod and a mysterious grin, Andy continues to make his way to the ring.
Mister Andy marks the 14th competitor in this match!
And we’ve two more to come!
Andy slides into the ring and lunges forward with a Big Boot to Sigil, almost taking his head off.
He immediately lifts the onrushing Judge up into the air!
THE BIG WHEEL!
TORTURE RACK TO DIAMOND CUTTER!
The Toy Maker pops back to his feet, but wait…
He’s…
He’s grabbing at his head.
He falls to the canvas.
What the fuck?
Andy seems to be having some kind of seizure. His eyes flicker in the back of his head…
CROWLEY COMES FROM BEHIND!
HIDEOUS LAUGHTER TO MISTER ANDY WHILSTS HE’S SEIZING!
THAT SICK FUCK!
THE CODEBREAKER ALMOST BREAKS ANDY IN HALF!
CROWLEY COVERS…
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!
What the fuck happened to Andy?
Leif Helvig meanwhile is back into the ring and as the smoke clears and the dust settles, he’s left face to face with just one.
DARKLORD.
They collide in the centre of the ring with a thud, both men trading off until Helvig lands a Headbutt that stumbles the God King. They back off to the corner…
Darklord slaps a hand around his throat.
WARLORDS HAND!
CHOKESLAM!
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
LEIF LEAPS OUT!
DARKLORD TURNS!
SPARTAN KICK!
KNEEL!
LEIF DODGES AGAIN!
The Viking runs backwards, hitting the ropes…
FRIGGOOORRRAAAAA!
STRAIGHT THROUGH THE FUCKING TABLES IN THE CORNER! JESUS CHRIST! DARKLORD SLAMMED THROUGH ONE THAT WAS PLACED NORMALLY AND ONE THAT WAS PLACED VERTICALLY! THEY FUCKING DISINTERGRATED UNDER HIS WEIGHT!!
Helvig covers…
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!
The Viking slowly pulls himself back to his feet, only The Mountain is waiting for him.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
The opening rift of “All That’s Left” by Thrice hits the Slaughterhouse speakers as the lights begin to flash red. Wisps of fire, like candles, form in a circle on the stage.
One day the dreamers died within us
When all our answers never came
The fire forms into the form of Pyre, her eyes burning with the flame of loss. The fire surrounds her as she walks down to the ring and slides in.
Pyre wisely stays away from what’s about to happen and starts brawling with Red River Jack to one side.
Meanwhile, Helvig runs Banzan back into the turnbuckle.
SHOULDER BARGE!
SLAP!
PUNCH!
SHOULDER BARGE!
HE’S UNLOADING ON THE MOUNTAIN!
Helvig has eliminated six people so far in this match and he’d love nothing more than Banzan to be his seventh.
He drags Banzan out of the corner and into a Shoulder Block that takes him down to the mat.
Only here comes Shaw!
GBH!!
CLAYMORE TO LEIF! CLAYMORE TO LEIF!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
COVER HIM!
HE DOES…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
BANZAN BREAKS THE NEAR FALL!
WHAT THE FUCK!?
Albie gets back to his feet with a look of rage on his face, wondering what the fuck that was all about.
He turns.
MAGGA!
KINSASHA BY THE MOUNTAIN!
“He’s mine!” He roars!
Banzan grabs Leif by the head, but Helvig nails him with an uppercut.
He sweeps his legs!
GROUND AND POUND!
KILL IT WITH FIRE TO BANZAN!
RASERI I SLAKTERIET!
BANZAN IS GETTING FUCKING PUMMELLED AND IT ISN’T THE FIRST TIME!
THE VIKING ALMOST CAVES HIS FUCKING SKULL!
HE COVERS…
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
The Mountain becomes the seventh victim of Leif Helvig and my God, there’s going to be hell to pay.
Sigil meanwhile stalks Leif.
He’s going for it…
PLANESWALKER!
LEAPING DROPKICK!
HELVIG IS SENT BARRELLING TO THE OUTSIDE!
The Collector turns..
FIREBALL TO THE FACE!
PYRE JUST… OH MY GOD!
THE FLAMES CRASH INTO SIGIL, KNOCKING HIM BACKWARDS.
KICK TO THE GUT!
STUNNER!
PUNK CITY KILLER!
ZERO WITH THE PUNK CITY KILLER!
Sigil bounces away…
THE ECLIPSE!
DANCING FLAMES TO SIGIL!
PYRE COVERS, HER EYES NEVER LEAVING ZERO’S….
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
Carry On hits the arena as the crowd begin to go wild for the classic OSW theme song. The Prince slowly opens the entrance doors and walks out onto the ramp, closing his eyes as he soaks in the cheers for a single moment, a slight smile and content washing over his face before he breaths deep, focus in his eyes as he rushes forward.
Jessie sprints up the ramp, releasing his boomstick just as he leaves the steel, gripping onto the top rope a good ten feet away and reeling in as he slingshots forward, flipping into the ring, and landing on his feet. Jessie fixes up his gauntlet for a moment before stepping into his corner, getting ready for the war at hand.
This is it!
Jessie Williams is entry number 40. Can you believe it? The Prince stops at ringside to survey the carnage.
There’s twelve people left.
RED RIVER JACK…
THE JUDGE…
CORVUS…
ZERO…
LEIF HELVIG…
LUKE STORM…
VIPER ROBERTS…
ALBERT SHAW…
CAEL GABLE…
LEE CROWLEY…
PYRE…
AND JESSIE WILLIAMS!
One of these twelve will win Lambs to the Slaughter and head to Ring of Dreams to face the OSW Champion.
Who will it be?
As Pyre gets back to her feet, she shares a smirk with Zero after their beautiful team work led to an elimination just moments ago.
Ash Williams meanwhile slides straight into ring, appearing between them. They both turn and deck him with a double right hand.
There’s some chemistry here for sure.
Pyre helps him back to his feet and whips him straight into Zero who scoops him up.
BURNING HAMMER!
CPU DRIVER!
NO!
Jessie somehow drops out! He pushes Zero head first into Pyre, sending her to the mat! As The Hacker rushes over to check on her, showing compassion we’ve never seen from him, Jessie grabs him.
HAIL TO THE KING!
SPINNING GOTCH PILEDRIVER!
BOOM!
HE COVERS ZERO…
ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!
Red River Jack is by now back into the ring and nails Jessie with a Clothesline as he gets back up.
Corvus is in next…
CONTRACT KILL!
CORVUS COMES RUNNING, THROWING DAGGERS COVERTED IN A PARALYITC AGENT RIGHT INTO RED RIVER JACK!
BUT THERE’S HELVIG!
FRIGGOOORRAAAA TO CORVUS! GOD DAMN IT THAT NEARLY CUTS HIM IN HALF AS HE WAS RUNNING TOWARDS JACK.
Jack is frozen.
HE CAN’T MOVE.
Leif walks over…
HE KICKS HIM OVER WITH HIS BOOT AND COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
That’s an astonishing eight eliminations in this match for The Viking and Red River Jack started this whole thing with Rune. He’s finally out, a 29th place finish to his name.
As Leif rises to his feet, he’s Clotheslined over the top rope by The Judge, who’s seen enough.
He then turns his attention to Viper Roberts, who’s resting in the corner.
Viper quickly storms out, ducking underneath a Clothesline attempt and hitting the ropes.
Judge spins, but gets caught with a leaping Crossbody!
NO!
HE CATCHES ROBERTS!
The Snake squirms but Judge drops him with a Backbreaker!
He covers…
ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!
Order gets back to his feet just in time to see Lee Crowley lunging with a Crowbar. He ducks… SPARTAN KICK!
THE VERDICT TO CROWLEY!
Luke Storm meanwhile crawls back into the ring, as does Albie Shaw. Both men charge The Judge, nailing him with a Double Spear!
They get back to their feet..
KEEP QUIET!
CROSSFACE TO STORM! CROSSFACE TO STORM!
SURELY HE’S GOING TO TAP!
HE’S…. HE’S….
STORM ROLLS IT OVER INTO A PINFALL!
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!!
NO!!
ALBIE LETS GO!
That was close!
On the outside, Cael Gable slides a ladder into the action. He’s looking to get a little hardcore here tonight on his return to action. It’s been a while, but he remembers OSDUB!
He enters the ring and picks up the ladder, running it into the side of Shaw’s head, taking him down.
Likewise to Helvig as he tries to get back into the ring!
Gable positions the ladder in the middle of the ring and grabs the nearest body, belonging to Lee Crowley and pushes him up it…
What does he have planned here?
Lee though kicks backwards, stopping his forced climb.
He LEAPS OFF BUT STRAIGHT INTO A MID-AIR CLOTHESLINE BY THE JUDGE!
Cael decides to scarper, pushing the ladder towards the ropes and climbing it so he can reach the four-table tower on the outside.
He carefully balances, standing on it and clearly free of enemies…
Only here comes Jessie Williams to join him!
This won’t be good.
The Judge meanwhile looks set to cover Crowley in the middle of the ring…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NO!
KICK OUT!
‘The Order’ can’t believe it.
He rises angrily to his feet but there’s Pyre!
DANCING FLAMES!
THE ECLIPSE!
SHE NAILS IT!
COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Pyre now has two eliminations to her name and The Judge finished in the final 11 of this mammoth match. What an achievement for ‘Order’!
Back on the table tower and Cael Gable is brawling with Jessie Williams!
They’re trading right and left hands whilst on an unstable structure of four tables!
THEY’RE T-T-T-T-T-T-T-TEEEEETERRRRRRING!
NO!
A knee by Williams allows them both to step away from the edge.
This is dangerous.
This is so fucking dangerous.
Williams grabs Gable. No…. No… DON’T YOU DO IT!
ORRRRANGEEE CRUUUSSSSHHH POWERRBOOMBB!!
ALLLLL HAILLL THE FUCKING KING!!
STRAIGHT THROUGH ALL FOUR FUCKING TABLES!
OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
THE NOISE! THE WRECKAGE! THE FUCKING CARNAGE!
JESSIE WILLIAMS AND CAEL GABLE ARE BROKEN THE FUCK IN HALF ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!!
Pyre and Zero look at each other, sliding immediately to the outside. Zero fishes Gable and Pyre fishes Williams out of the wreckage. They roll them back into the ring and cover..
DOUBLE PINFALL…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
That’s two eliminations for The Hacker!
And that’s three for Pyre!
We’re down to eight!
As Zero and Pyre get back to their feet and congratulate each other, it’s Corvus from behind with the GARROTE ON PYRE!
BUT ZERO ISN’T HAVING IT!
HE IMMEDIATELY INTERRUPTS, PULLING CORVUS AWAY!
CPU DRIVER!
BURNING HAMMER TO CORVUS!
Zero surely has to cover…
But there’s LUKE STORM!
LUKE STORM WITH A KICK TO THE GUT!
DDT!
The Tempest pulls him back to his feet and dumps him over the top rope. He turns his attention to Viper Roberts now, who lurks on the outside.
RUNNING BASEBALL SLIDE!
WHAM!
NAILED HIM!
Roberts slams backwards into the barricade. Luke quickly goes to work with right hands, teaching him a lesson for lurking in the shadows.
Back inside the ring and Lee Crowley has Smiley Junior!
HELLFIRE!
SMILEY TO THE SKULL OF CORVUS!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
HE’S BEATING HIM HALF TO FUCKING DEATH!
KILL IT WITH FIRE!
“I’ll see you in hell soon, assassin” Crowley growls, stopping short of murdering Corvus. “Just not yet.
He covers…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
That’s his second elimination of the night.
We’re down to seven.
Crowley gets back to his feet and there’s LEIF HELVIG!
FRIGGGGOORRRAAAA TO CROWLEY!
HE DROVE HIM INTO THE MAT! JESUS CHRIST! THAT BRUTALITY NEVER GETS OLD!
Leif pops back to his feet..
There’s Pyre, stumbling!
VALKYRIE KALLAR!!
FALL AWAY SLAM TO PYRE!
But here comes Zero from behind!
Zero with forearms to the back of Helvig. The Viking angrily turns and grabs him by the throat, only Zero uses his bionic arm to grab Helvig instead!
This war of strength doesn’t stop.
LEIF WITH A HEADBUTT!
ZERO WITH A HEADBUTT!
LEIF WITH A HEADBUTT!
ZERO WITH A HEADBUTT!
PYRE FROM BEHIND ON HELVIG WITH THE ROLL UP…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
LEIF KICKS OUT!
They spring away from the pinfall with authority.
Both of them get back to their feet and Pyre runs at Leif, only he tosses her straight into Zero!
SHE CLATTERS HER ALLIANCE BRUTALLY, CRASHING HEADS!
SHE STUMBLES.
LEIF STORMS…
FRIGGGOOORRRRRRAAAAAAA!!
SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!
Helvig covers…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
That’s 9 eliminations for Helvig tonight. Surely that’s a record we won’t ever see broken in OSW history. Jesus Christ, what a night for The Viking.
Who can possibly eliminate him? Who’s going to have what it takes?
We’re down to the final six.
Leif gets back to his feet, only his eyes spot something.
With dried blood on his face – it’s Banzan.
The Mountain stands atop the entrance ramp with his Katana pointed at Leif Helvig.
He doesn’t need an invitation.
Helvig takes his axe out and rushes out of the ring, running up the entrance ramp towards Banzan.
They begin duelling, axe and sword!
Banzan swings, only the axe blocks it. He quickly lunges forward, nailing Leif in the head with the butt of his weapon. As The Viking stumbles, Banzan vanishes through the curtain.
Don’t do it, Leif.
If he leaves the ringside area in chase, he’s eliminated.
The Wolf doesn’t even think about it and storms through the curtain to the backstage area.
He’s on the hunt, but he is eliminated.
Back inside the ring and Viper Roberts is with steel chair and making great use of it.
STEEL CHAIR TO STORM!
STEEL CHAIR TO ZERO!
STEEL CHAIR TO ALBERT SHAW!
STEEL CHAIR TO CROWLEY!
You had better believe that he wants to win this fucking thing. Viper entered at 19 and he’s still in there!
Roberts slams the chair down a couple of extra times on Crowley for good measure before tossing the nearly broken weapon down and picking him up.
ODE TO THE SNAKE ON THE STEEL CHAIR!
DDT!
He covers…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
KICK OUT!
CROWLEY KICKS OUT!
BARELY.
Roberts gets back to his feet and grabs the steel chair, repositioning it.
This time he grabs Luke Storm.
ODE TO THE SNAKE ON THE STEEL CHAIR TO STORM!
HE COVERS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
KICK OUT!
STORM KICKS OUT TOO!
The Viper can’t believe it. He gets back to his feet, only there’s Albert Shaw!
Roberts grabs the chair and tosses it at him, only he PUNCHES IT OUT OF THE FUCKING AIR LIKE A BADASS!
KEEP QUIET!
CROSSFACE!
CROSSFACE TO ROBERTS!
IS HE GONNA TAP!?
SURELY, HE’S GONNA TAP!!
Viper can’t get out of it. He can’t move. He can’t do anything.
Yet he isn’t tapping.
He just isn’t.
WAIT A SECOND!
THERE’S FUCKING TWO-FACE!!
TWO-FACE WITH A STEEL CHAIR TO ALBIE SHAW, BREAKING THE HOLD!
TWO-FACE HAS COME BACK TO HELP HIS BUDDY!
Shaw gets back to his feet, utterly enraged.
TWO-FACE SLAMS THE STEEL CHAIR INTO HIS SIDE…
BUT HE GROWLS, GRABBING HIM BY THE THROAT!
LIFE WITHOUT PAROLE!!
AVALANCHE SIT-OUT TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER TO TWO-FACE!
KILL IT WITH FIRE!
Here comes Crowley from behind with a KNEE TO THE BACK OF SHAW’S HEAD!
HE COVERS SHAW…
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
KICK OUT BY THE GUVNOR!
Lee gets back to his feet…
KICK TO THE GUT!
GALE FORCE!
GALE FORCE!
THE STUNNER BY LUKE STORM!
HE COVERS….
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
That’s Luke Storm’s whopping forth elimination!
And this is it.
We’re now down to the final fucking four.
We’re here at the precipice of history for four competitors.
ALBERT SHAW.
VIPER ROBERTS.
LUKE STORM.
AND ZERO!
One of these four men will go to Ring of Dreams and face the OSW Champion… but who will it be?
This will be the biggest night of their careers, without question. There’s only one former OSW Champion in these remaining four, however, he’s also the only one without a Championship.
Zero, Viper Roberts and Albert Shaw all have gold.
Let’s look back at their entrances into this match.
Luke Storm came in at #3.
Zero came in at #14.
Viper Roberts came in at #19
And Albie Shaw came in at #24.
All four men get back to their feet.
Zero rushes Albie and after his betrayal earlier tonight, who can blame him. He leaps at him in the corner, slamming hammerfists down onto his head.
Viper and Luke lock up, Viper taking him into a Side Headlock. Storm pushes him out into the ropes, only to receive a Shoulder Block that takes him down to the canvas on his return.
Roberts goes again, stepping over Storm who rolls into his path.
He comes back, only Luke is there with a Hip Toss to take him down.
Zero whips Shaw across the ring towards him, revelling as Luke nails him with a Clothesline.
That leaves Zero and Storm.
Both men lock up. Luke ducks in behind and runs him into the ropes, only Zero holds on and Storm rolls backwards.
BIONIC CLOTHESLINE!
FIREWALL TO LUKE STORM!
Zero is the last man standing…
ROLL UP BY ROBERTS…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
NO!
KICK OUT BY ZERO!
Both men spring away from the pinfall and get back to their feet. Roberts runs him backwards in the corner.
SHOULDER BARGE!
SHOULDER BARGE!
He pulls him out and into a Snap Suplex.
The Viper immediately goes back to the turnbuckle, removing the cover from it so that the steel behind it is revealed.
Luke Storm is back up and grabs Viper from behind. GERMAN SUPLEX! BANG! NAILED IT.
Zero and Shaw are back to their respective feet, only this time Zero has launched Albie over the top rope and onto the ring apron, right next the two ladder bridge he made earlier.
The Hacker steps out onto the apron to meet him – clearly something in mind.
He scoops him up with all his strength…
BURNING HAMMER!
CPU DRIVER THROUGH THE FUCKING TWO LADDER BRIDGE!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT! HOLY SHIT! BOTH MEN ARE CUT TO SHREDS FROM THE METAL! THE LADDERS ARE BROKEN AND BOTH MEN LAY INSIDE THE CARNAGE!
Back inside the ring and Luke Storm watches in horror, only to turn around..
SNAKE OIL!
VIPER SPEWS SNAKE OIL INTO THE FACE OF LUKE STORM!
HE STUMBLES…
SNAKE BITE!
WRAPAROUND NECKBREAKER!
THAT’S IT! SURELY THAT’S IT!
HE COVERS…
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
LUKE STORM, THE TEMPEST, KICKS THE FUCK OUT!
JESUS CHRIST!
Roberts calls for the end. He’s had enough. That’s it. He demands that Storm join him back at his feet and slowly but surely he does.
VIPER CLUTCH!
NO!
HE WAS GOING FOR THE COBRA CLUTCH BUT STORM WITH A LOW BLOW!
AN INSTINCTIVE LOW BLOW!!
GALE FORCE!
STUNNNNNNERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! THAT STUNNER WAS DESPERATE. IT WAS PURE DESPERATION AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN ON THE CANVAS.
On the outside, Zero is slowly and agonizingly rolling Shaw back into the ring. These two have damn near broken each other in half.
The Hacker covers Shaw…
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!!
KICK OUT! SHAW… SHAW IS A FUCKING TANK! HOW THE HELL HAS HE KICKED OUT!?
Zero stands up…
He uses his bionic arm to pull Shaw off the ground, choking him as he does…
BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH!
BIONIC CHOKE INTO SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!
KILL!
IT!
WITH!
FIRE!
Zero covers…
ONE…
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TWO….
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THREE!
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That’s his third elimination of the night and likely his most impressive and important. Albie Shaw made it to the final four, eliminating former World Champions and staking his claim as the future of Old School Wrestling.
But Zero is the one left standing – well, not quite.
We’re down to three.
As Viper Roberts and Luke Storm exhaustedly get back to their feet, they wait for Zero to meet them.
This is getting close now.
Zero and Viper rush Luke, dropping him with two right hands that he could barely defend. They slam boots into him as hard as they can, Viper taking back off his belt…
TANNIN’ THE HIDE!
He slaps Luke Storm stupid with it, crashing it down across his back until he has welts.
The Tempest rolls to the outside.
That leaves Zero and Roberts.
The Hacker quickly grabs the belt, wrapping it around Roberts throat. He’s strangling the fucking life out of him. The Viper struggles, diving forward towards the corner!
ZERO GOES HEAD FIRST INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!
THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL BY ROBERTS!
The Head Snake watches as Zero stumbles backwards. He holds his throat but gets back to his feet.
VIPER CLUTCH TO ZERO!
KILL!
IT!
WITH!
FIRE!
THE COBRA CLUTCH! IT’S LOCKED IN! ZERO HAS NO-WHERE TO GO!
HE SQUIRMS!
HE STRUGGLES!
HE’S FADING OUT! HE WON’T TAP BUT HE’S FADING OUT! VIPER SPINS HIM OUT…
SNAKE BITE!
WRAPAROUND NECKBREAKER FROM THE KILL IT WITH FIRE FOR GOOD MEASURE!
HE COVERS…
ONE…
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TWO…
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THREE!
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!? THE DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION ELIMINATES THE VHS CHAMPION AND BY GOD, WE’RE DOWN TO THE FINAL TWO!
Luke Storm crawls back into the ring, just in time to see Roberts stomping Zero out of it.
It all comes down to this.
This is it.
This is everything.
Viper Roberts versus Luke Storm for the Lambs to the Slaughter 2021 victory. This has been the biggest match in OSW history – never to be repeated. Who’s going to Ring of Dreams?
Luke Storm is a decorated member of the OSW roster. He’s won the OSW Championship on two occasions, being invaded on by Sandman at Red Snow VI in his last reign. He’s a former Rewind Champion and the winner of Ring King 2019.
By comparison, Viper Roberts is essentially brand new to the OSW roster. He’s the Double Feature Champion, having held the gold since January 10th 2021. He’s defended it four times including tonight, once successfully against Luke Storm.
Their records for this month are mightily different. Whilst Luke Storm is the more decorated man, he’s a record of 5-8 for the season. Viper Roberts on the other hand has a record of 9-3.
In a weird way, this one evens itself out.
Both men are back to their feet in the middle of the ring.
They lock up. They twist, they turn, they search for every inch of movement to take control. Storm this time takes Viper into a Side Headlock and begins wrenching on it. He drops to a knee, Roberts pulling him back to his feet and running him into the ropes.
Storm comes back, ducks a Clothesline and hits the other ropes, only Viper follows in with a knee to the mid-section. He drags him straight into a Russian Legsweep and slams him into the canvas. There’s no covering – not yet. The Viper pulls him back to his feet and runs him backwards.
STRAIGHT INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!
THE TEMPEST IS DRILLED BACK FIRST INTO IT!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
THERE’S BLOOD! ROBERTS HAS DRAWN BLOOD!
He laughs, dragging him out.
ODE TO THE SNAKE!
DDT!
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Storm pushes out. Viper spins and comes back, only for Luke to leap into the air with a Lou Thesz Press! He mounts him, delivering fierce right hands before walking it off with an angry swagger.
The Viper slowly gets back to his feet and Storm rushes at him. THEY BOTH FLY OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!
Both men land on their feet. Luke kicks out, doubling over Roberts before delivering a big right hand that drops him to the canvas. He walks around the ring and grabs a couple of tables out from beneath it, sliding them back inside.
That isn’t it, though.
A ladder and multiple chairs follow.
The Tempest is going all in.
He meets Viper back by the broken throne, receiving a wooden chair leg to the stomach for good measure. Roberts SLAMS another RIGHT ACROSS HIS HEAD, KNOCKING HIM TO THE FLOOR!
The Head Snake quickly bends down, jamming the wooden leg into his throat, strangling him for dear life. You can’t win the match out there, man.
It doesn’t matter.
This is about glory and there’s a road to it.
Viper Roberts pulls Luke Storm back to his feet and tosses him into the ramp barricade, watching as he falls over it. He joins him, now in the crowd!
The fans quickly disperse as Roberts pummels Storm up the steps towards the top. He’s delivering powerful right hands, stumbling The Tempest with every blow. They’re now at the top of the stands and Luke Storm grabs the nearest item to defend himself.
BEER GLASS TO THE FUCKING HEAD!
HE SHATTERS A GLASS OF BEER ACROSS THE VIPERS HEAD!
ROBERTS IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN!
Luke scrambles on the floor for the biggest shard he can find as Viper turns around, STABBING IT INTO HIS FUCKING FOREHEAD!
ROBERTS FALLS TO HIS KNEES IN AGONY!
LUKE STORM IS SCRATCHING HIS FUCKING HEAD TO PIECES WITH THAT GLASS SHARD!
Viper NAILS A LOW BLOW!
That gives him some time to escape!
He begins falling down the stairs in utter agony, holding his face as the crimson mask forms. Luke drops the glass shard and wipes the blood on his hand on his chest.
The fans are roaring!
“STORM! STORM! STORM!”
The Head Snake gets back to his feet, resting against the railing as Luke Storm backs up. What’s he planning?
RUNNING LEAPING SUPERKICK!
OH MY GOD!
LIGHTNING STRIKE! LIGHTNING STRIKE! LIGHTNING STRIKE!
LUKE STORM SLAMS INTO THE CONCRETE STAIRS WITH A THUD AS HE SENDS VIPER ROBERTS OVER THE RAILING AND TUMBLING DOWN THE STAIRS HIMSELF!
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
JESUS CHRIST! THESE GUYS ARE GOING TO FUCKING KILL EACH OTHER!
Viper Roberts sits blood against the barricade on the floor, spewing blood from his mouth that has dripped in from his face.
Luke Storm holds his back and slowly walks down the steps, barely able to move, but fighting with every ounce to get down there. He reaches Roberts, running a knee into his face.
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
HE SPLATS VIPER AGAINST THE BARRICADE REPEATEDLY!
The Storm King pulls The Head Snake to his feet and tiredly dumps him over the barricade and back into the ringside area. He drags him by the matted red hair and pulls him towards the ring, running him straight into the ring post.
He takes this opportunity to get back into the ring and begins setting up tables. He sets one up in the corner, with another beside it.
After that, he grabs the ladder and places it across the top turnbuckle as a bridge between the ropes.
What the fuck is Luke Storm planning?
Viper Roberts crawls back into the ring, being lifted onto the tables by Storm. He follows, balancing across it, stepping up onto the ladder and pulling Roberts with him.
Oh Christ.
There’s carnage around ringside already. Please don’t do this…
Storm pulls him close…
ODE TO THE SNAKE!
WHAT THE FUCK!!
ODE TO THE SNAKE FROM THE FUCKING LADDER THROUGH BOTH FUCKING TABLES! HOLY SHIT! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
LUKE STORM JUST GOT DRILLED THROUGH TWO TABLES FROM THE TOP ROPE WITH A GOD DAMN DDT! THERE’S CARNAGE EVERYWHERE!
BUT VIPER ROBERTS IS IN NO SHAPE TO COVER… HE’S OUT OF IT TOO!
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
The crowd show their appreciation as Viper Roberts barely manages to put an arm over Storm…
ONE….
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TWO…
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THREE!
……
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
LUKE STORM KICKS OUT! THE TEMPEST KICKS OUT! OH MY GOD!
No-one can quite believe it. Luke Storm somehow kicks out. Roberts knows that he’s going to have to kill this with fire.
He slowly gets back to his feet and pulls Luke with him..
VIPER-
NO!
Storm pushes him HEAD FIRST INTO THE FUCKING LADDER! CLOTHESLINE BY LADDER!
That gives Storm a minute to breathe. He grabs a steel chair and gets ready to batter up. Roberts slowly gets back to his feet. He’s on jelly legs…
STEEL CHAIR TO THE SKULL!
NO!
SNAKE OIL! SNAKE OIL BY THE HEAD SNAKE!
Storm recoils, oil in his eyes, stumbling away!
Viper snatches the steel chair and CRASHES IT OVER STORMS SKULL!
HE CRUMPLES TO THE FLOOR!
The Viper knows it isn’t over. He demands Storm get back to his feet one more time.
The Tempest is hurting. He’s barely able to move, crawling at Vipers legs to get back to his feet. Using his opponent, he slowly rises…
WRAPAROUND NECKBREAKER!!
NOOOOOOOOOOO! STORM WAS PLAYING POSSUM!
CODEBREAKER!
DOWNPOUR!
DOWNPOUR!
STORM COVERS…
ONE….
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TWO…
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THREE!
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
HE KICKS OUT! THE TEMPEST KICKS THE FUCK OUT!
HOW ON EARTH IS HE STILL DOING THIS? HOW IS HE STILL FIGHTING!?
The fans are roaring.
“THIS IS AWESOME!”
“THIS IS AWESOME!”
These two guys have given us everything. They’re both exhausted, utterly and truly. How much more can they give for the opportunity to go to Ring of Dreams?
Slowly but surely, both men begin getting back to their feet. They’re bleeding – they’re exhausted, they’ve given it all.
Right hands.
Left hands.
Right hands.
Left hands.
They trade off sluggishly in the centre of the ring. Back and forth, back and forth. Viper decides to rush him, running Storm backwards towards the corner with the exposed turnbuckle, only Luke sidesteps and RUNS VIPER INTO THE TURNBUCKLE INSTEAD!
CHEST FIRST!
Storm rolls him up….
ONE….
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TWO…
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THREE!
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
They spring away, getting back to their feet.
LIGHTNING STRIKE BY STORM!
NO! VIPER CATCHES THE SUPERKICK!
HE SPINS STORM AROUND!
VIPER CLUTCH!
HE’S TRYING TO LOCK IN THE COBRA CLUTCH, BUT STORM FIGHTS IT! HE FIGHTS IT!
LUKE PULLS HIMSELF FORWARD, PUSHING OFF THE EXPOSED TURBUCKLE TO FLIP HIMSELF BACKWARDS OVER ROBERTS, TAKING HIM TO THE CANVAS SO HE CAN ROLL OUT!
Luke pops up…
LIGHTNING STRIKE TO THE BACK OF VIPER’S HEAD AS HE SITS!
HE COVERS…
ONE….
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TWO…
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THREE!
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
HOW…
THE…
ACTUAL…
FUCK!!!
“THIS IS AWESOME!”
“THIS IS AWESOME!”
Luke gets back to his feet and grabs a steel chair. He demands that Roberts get back up. He begs him to. He wills him to.
Viper slowly crawls back to his feet, utterly exhausted. Luke tosses the steel chair at him and he catches it.
ROBERTS RUNS AND SWINGS!
NO!
STORM DUCKS UNDERNEATH…
HE RUNS AND LEAPS!
KICK! KICK! KICK!
LEAPING TRIPLE KICK TO THE CHAIR TO THE FUCKING FACE OF VIPER ROBERTS!
KILL!
IT!
WITH!
FIRE!
STOOORRRRMMMMM SURRRRGEEEE!!
Luke storm covers…
THIS MUST BE IT…
ONE….
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TWO…
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THREE!
It’s over! It’s over! Luke Storm has done it. Luke Storm has defeated Viper Roberts to win Lambs to the Slaughter 2021! He’s survived in this thing from entrant number three and by God, he has given everything he’s had here tonight. The crowd are on their feet with applause, but Luke can barely move out of the cover.
Viper Roberts has proven here tonight that he’s definitely a major player here in Old School Wrestling. He gave everything he had and only barely came up short.
Luke Storm is your Lambs to the Slaughter winner.
He goes to Ring of Dreams VII for a shot at the OSW Championship and breaking the Pandemonium curse.
Can he do it?
If anyone can…
Luke Storm can!
He exhaustedly gets back to a kneel, utterly spent.
Darkness.
The lights go off.
What the fuck?
What’s happening now?
When they come back on, The Sandman is stood behind him!
Get up, Luke! Get up!
He’s just too exhausted.
The Dream Demon grabs him from behind, pulling his almost limp body back to its feet. Luke looks damn near unconscious, but that doesn’t stop The Sandman.
He lifts him up over shoulder.
Darkness.
Flutter.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTT!!!!!!!
The lights come back on and there he is…
Stood there with his arms spread.
THE SCARECROW!
HOW?
HOW THE FUCK IS THIS POSSIBLE?
The Sandman drops Luke Storm in utter shock. He stands looking towards The Scarecrow, who slowly begins to raise his head.
What a moment.
Holy fuck.
This is unbelievable.
The Scarecrow suddenly reaches out, grabbing The Sandman by the throat.
BYE-BYE-BIRDIE!
THUNDEROUS FUCKING CHOKESLAM!
JESUS CHRIST!
WHAT A GOD DAMN CHOKESLAM!
The Hayman walks over to Luke Storm, who scoots back into the corner, equally as awed.
“You were right,” The Scarecrow growls ominously. “Not everything was as it seemed.”
Luke doesn’t understand.
“Listen,” he says.
The sound of growling, thumping and snarling can be heard off in the distance – of which makes The Scarecrow smile.
“We were biding our time. We were waiting in the wings for the right moment to strike; for this war was our opportunity to break free of our resting place.”
The Scarecrow turns around to see that The Sandman has risen.
“You spend your time hunting him, but do you know what happens when you’re killed, Sandman?” Scarecrow asks. “You come to me, in Purgatory.”
Whoa. That’s a revelation.
“We monsters live between realms, suffering in the decay of a place fit for no-one. I wanted us to remain hidden here until the right moment to strike, but my fellow monsters of Purgatory couldn’t wait to kill a man who’d sent many of them to their end.”
“Bishop?” Storm yells. “The monsters killed Bishop? That’s why this didn’t make sense!”
“Even the mice can fathom it,” The Scarecrow continues nodding back to Storm behind him, his eyes set on The Sandman.
“What do you want?” Sandman demands to know.
“To take heaven, just like hell. So that when monsters like you perish, you too can enjoy paradise.”
Suddenly, The Sandman grabs him by the throat, pulling him close.
“I don’t intend to die,” whispers The Dream Demon.
TO SAND!
CHOKESLAM!
CHOKESLAM TO THE SCARECROW!
FLUTTER!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
HE’S GONE! THE SCARECROW IS GONE!
The Sandman looks around in absolute fury.
Luke Storm has escaped to the outside.
What the fuck is going on? This war isn’t just between Heaven and Hell; a third party has been lurking unknown in the shadows.
Purgatory.
But no longer are they lurking.
Old School Wrestling is in the middle of a war for Heaven and there’s no telling what’ll happen next.
Luke Storm has won Lambs to the Slaughter – he’s going to face the Champion at Ring of Dreams…
But first he has to survive The Sandman..
Who in turn must survive The Scarecrow!
What a night.
Cut.