TWO-FACE & VIPER ROBERTS
“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.”
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
New York City is lit up with Christmas lights dangling from store fronts as snow falls around the city. The ground is a beautiful picturesque white, until a splatter of blood hits it.
We’re immediately joined by the sound of footsteps thumping against the brick wall of white, tussling.
It’s Viper Roberts and Two-Face.
Crash!
They suddenly slam through The Slaughterhouse store door, shattering glass everywhere. The business portion of The Slaughterhouse has been long inactive since the death of The Butcher, but that’s about to change.
It’s Robert’s nose that’s decorated the floor, with blood adorning his face, dripping from his nostrils.
They both scramble back to their feet, Roberts running Two-Face into the counter. He grabs him by the head, slamming him down face first into the glass.
It cracks.
He smirks.
Then he does it again, this time putting Two-Face’s head straight through the glass display unit. The former Politician reels backwards, a massive shard of glass stabbed into his forehead.
He reaches up and grabs at it, yanking it out.
Blood spurts with it.
Viper rushes towards him, only Two-Face slams the glass shard into his chest, ripping his shirt and cutting a line in his skin. It rips viscerally, accompanied by his scream as Whitlock discards the shard.
Flash!
The next thing we see, they’re tussling on the stairway that leads down into the Slaughterhouse proper. They’re bouncing off the walls, each jockeying for position.
Then they tumble.
All the way down, together, slamming against the concrete floor at the bottom after bouncing off what feels like every single step along the way.
It takes a minute, but they slowly start getting back to their feet.
WHAM!
The Slaughterhouse doors fly open, and it’s Viper Roberts having been kicked straight through them like it’s Christmas in Sparta!
The former Politician stumbles in after him, looking for a big kick to the kneeling Roberts, only the OSW Champion catches his leg and stands up, pushing him over.
He walks over to the nearest thing he can find – a snow shovel and picks it up.
WHAM!
NO! TWO-FACE ROLLS AWAY!
ROBERTS CHASES!
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
The shovel gets bent out of shape as it hits the floor, but Two-Face rolls back to his feet and rushes towards him with a Spear!
SNOW SHOVEL TO THE FUCKING HEAD!
The OSW World Champion stands over his nemesis, snow shovel in hand. He turns it so that the shovel points downward and grimaces.
He’s going to end it…
LOW BLOW BY TWO-FACE!
Roberts stumbles backwards and falls to his knees.
Two-Face scrambles back to his feet, grabbing a set of dangling Christmas lights and bringing them over to The Head Snake, wrapping them around his throat and strangling him for dear life.
As the lights flash against the screen, we go back and forth between the anguished faces of Viper Roberts and Two-Face, each emblazoned with the battle wounds of the encounter so far.
With both men struggling against one another…
One thing is beyond clear…
This is Red fucking Snow.
And this fight will…
Be…
Continued.
ZERO
Previously.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
ZAP!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!
As the secret bunker of The Black Hand explodes, we track back just moments before that diabolical boom, to see a portal open and Zero being pulled through it, just in the nick of time.
You guessed who did that, right?
Sigil.
The Hacker can’t believe his luck as he falls to the floor of Sigil’s Library, breathing deeply.
“That was almost your end,” Sigil says, pacing.
“No shit, sherlock,” Zero replies, catching his breath. “For real though, why’d you do that shit?”
The Collector stops.
“For selfish reasons, as I’m sure you’d come to expect,” he admits.
“Yeah, I know you ain’t one for friendships. Bein’ friends with you is like shakin’ hands the bubonic plague,” Zero retorts with a chuckle.
Sigil nods.
“Quite,” he says sternly. “But we have history, you and I. Tonight, I’m going to get the last crystal I need and end this saga with Voynich. Corvus has a part to play, that’s why he had you take the bones – I just don’t know what that is.”
“Yeah, well if you ain’t caught up – that mother fucker has the edge on me,” Zero admits, shaking his head in dismay. “But if I get my hands around his scrawny fuckin’ neck, I’mma snap it.”
The Collector chuckles audibly and taps Zero on the shoulder.
“That’s why I saved you,” he announces. “And that’s all I need.”
They both shake hands.
Cut.
TENCHU vs. CALLIHAN
After weeks of cat and mouse games centered around the truth behind the Odowara, things have come to a head between the clan’s best assassin and the journalist uncovering their secrets!
Tenchu is ready to strike as he charges toward Callihan, looking for the first strike against the journalist…but Callihan dodges it at the last second!
The assassin quickly turns about face, but Callihan catches him by surprise with some lefts and rights that steadily increase in velocity if not in power.
Callihan goes for a haymaker, but Tenchu ducks it before hitting a roundhouse kick that sends the journalist reeling toward the ropes…following it up with a big boot that sends Callihan flying over the top rope to the outside!
Tenchu follows close behind by leaving the ring, looking to stay on the attack…but the journalist has other ideas, dropping him to the floor with a drop toe hold!
Slowly but surely getting Tenchu back to his feet, Callihan looks to get on the path to revenge he wants so desperately…but Tenchu turns things around, sending his foe into the steel steps!
Tenchu rears back before charging at the journalist! He’s gonna knee Callihan’s skull right into the steps!
NO! Callihan once again narrowly avoids disaster, and Tenchu slams his knee against the steps instead!
The impact forces Tenchu down to the floor, giving Callihan the opening he needs as the Metal Shadow starts to get to his feet.
Now it’s Callihan charging at Tenchu…AND HE CONNECTS WITH THE YAKUZA KICK!
NEWSFLASH!
Callihan is fully in control here now as he gets Tenchu to his feet, tossing him into the ring under the bottom rope before following close behind.
He has had enough of the stalking and murders, and Callihan is ready to put this issue to rest.
Unfortunately for him, Tenchu is already back to his feet…and he looks as close to angry as a robotic assassin can be.
It doesn’t stop Callihan from trying, as he charges at the Metal Shadow looking for another yakuza kick…
…BUT TENCHU CATCHES HIM WITH THE HIGH JUMPING KNEE!
LETHAL BLADE CONNECTS!
Callihan is completely out of it, and Tenchu lays some hard, swift kicks and stomps on the journalist for good measure.
This journalist wanted to know where Tenchu comes from, and the Metal Shadow is ready to finally oblige him.
Picking him back up, Tenchu spins Callihan into a inverted double underhook facebuster!
ODOWARA SENT!
Callihan wanted so desperately to know, and Tenchu has forced this truth upon him.
And then, Tenchu makes the cover on Callihan.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Callihan’s hunt for truth has come to a dead end here at Red Snow, thanks to Odowara’s finest in Tenchu!
TENCHU & CALLIHAN
With the nights opening match in the books, Callihan has put himself in an awkward predicament.
Tenchu now stands over him, sword drawn.
“This must end now,” The Robot demands. “You may have survived taking the blame for newsroom massacre, but you will not survive tonight unless you give me those notes and stop this story.”
Callihan gets to his knees.
“I can’t,” he mutters, adjusting his glasses. “I have too much integrity to be bullied off my story by something like you.”
“That, is a shame,” The Robotic Assassin states without emotion.
THEN HE DRIVES HIS SWORD THROUGH THE CHEST OF CALLIHAN!
The Reporters eyes go wide with agony as blood spurts from his chest. Tenchu rips the sword out of him and effortlessly kicks him backwards, watching as he falls to his back.
“I told you to leave this alone,” Tenchu mutters.
Just then, something makes him turn around.
It’s BANZAN!
The Mountain stands, side on, looking down at the dead body of Callihan.
“This isn’t what you were built for,” he says angrily. “You have shamed the Odawara.”
Tenchu turns to face him.
“What do you know of my clan, human?” The Robot responds. “You don’t look 600 years old.”
“Come,” he demands. “You have a lot to learn.”
Cut.
PERSON, PERSON & PERSON
The Hall of Skulls.
The remaining Terrors sit around the large oak Skull table, looking at Black Skull who sits at the head of it. There’s an eerie silence, as if the end game is tonight.
It doesn’t just feel that way.
For the Terrors and Black Skull, it is that way.
“I want to offer my gratitude to all three of you for your efforts in this war against Sigil,” Black Skull says, looking up. “Tonight, the permanence of death will cost many their lives.”
The Black Skull stands up and begins pacing.
“When I created the Skull Order, it was to protect the crystals. It was to maintain sanctity and safety. We’ve had to punish a lot of people to protect the last one, but it’s the last defence against everything we’ve plotted to avoid.”
The Warped giggles.
“Is there anything else we can do, boss?” He asks, loyal to the bitter end.
The Darkness chimes in.
“We’re ready to end this,” he notes.
“If all goes to plan, the end of the night will be ours in celebration. I can lay you back to rest in confidence that this is over,” he admits.
The Endless has said nothing this entire time. He sits with his arms folded, listening.
He and Black Skull have a difficult past.
That’s been eluded to before.
“You resurrected us with black magic to do your bidding, and our reward is to return from that of which we came?” The Endless questions.
Black Skull lowers his head.
“I understand the complaint,” he admits, shrugging his shoulders. “But when I resurrected you, I gave you a chance to live; to avoid the permanence of your own death. You should be grateful for the opportunity to breathe once again.”
The Endless stands up, only The Warped and The Darkness join him.
“Enough,” The Darkness demands of his brother. “You always do this, brother. We were resurrected with more purpose than any terror we’ve ever caused before. This is our greatest work; our legacy. We won’t have you ruin it.”
There’s another silence in the room.
“No, that won’t be your legacy,” Black Skull interrupts. “The Endless right. You deserve more. Tonight, I will give you more.”
“Very well,” The Endless finally says, sternly, reluctantly. “Let’s complete our legacy.”
Cut.
PHINEAS MOODY vs. SIR RENAULT
It is the Last Crusader taking on the face of evil itself in Phineas Moody tonight, in a match that will prove to be as personal as it comes. The crucifix is waiting to claim one of these beings. One will be nailed to its boards before this night is out at the hands of the other.
The bell tolls and Sir Renault is quickly on the offensive. He looks to take Moody’s head off with a clothesline, but the Ringmaster ducks the assault and kicks out to throw Darth Jesus off balance, laughing heartily as he gazes upon the waiting crucifix.
BLACK SCORPION!
THE DOUBLE HANDED CHOKE! MOODY’S GOT SIR RENAULT RIGHT UP OFF THE GROUND!
RIGHT OUT OF THE BOX, MOODY IS SENDING A MESSAGE HERE!
HE WANTS THE CRUSADER ON THAT CROSS!
Slowly, the light fades from the Crusader’s eyes. But, with one last ounce of strength, he kicks outwards.
SIR RENAULT CATCHES MOODY IN THE CHEST!
BOTH MEN TUMBLE TO THE GROUND LIKE DOMINOES!
SIR RENAULT SENDS HIS OWN MESSAGE THERE… HE’S NOT GOING TO BE MESSED WITH!
Both beings stand to their feet at roughly the same time, locking horns in the centre of the ring. Moody soon has the upper hand, swinging Renault around like a ragdoll until he’s doubled over. HE DRIVES HIS KNEES UP INTO SIR RENAULT’S STERNUM AND RECEIVES A COUGH AND SPLUTTER IN REPLY!
PHINEAS MOODY FLAILS SIR RENAULT AROUND, TOSSING HIM INTO THE CORNER TURNBUCKLE!
RENAULT LANDS BACK FIRST AND HERE COMES MOODY!
BUT DARTH JESUS ISN’T THERE!
HE’S ESCAPED THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE RING APRON!
Phineas collides head first into the waiting turnbuckle and Sir Renault is quick to leap onto the opportunity. He grabs Moody by the shoulder…
AND HEAVES HIM UP OVER THE ROPE!
SIT OUT POWERBOMB FROM SIR RENAULT FROM THE RING APRON TO RINGSIDE!
THAT ONE SHOOK THE ENTIRE SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
Sir Renault readies the crucifix, dragging it from where it rests against the ring to lay it flat on the ground. Then, he turns back towards his foe, ready to drag the demon to its resting place… BUT PHINEAS MOODY HAS VANISHED!
BAM!
THEN THERE’S THE LAST CRUSADER SAILING THROUGH THE AIR AND CRASHING DOWN TO THE CONCRETE!
THE DAZZLING, EXCITING, EXTRAODINARY MR. MOODY! THE BULLHAMER OUT OF NOWHERE JUST KNOCKED RENAULT INTO BOXING DAY!
Moody is quick to drag his foe onto the crucifix, lashing him in place by the wrist-ropes before Renault has so much as stirred. Then, from under the ring, he pulls out the mallet and massive nails.
HE DRIVES A FUCKING NAIL THROUGH SIR RENAULT’S WRIST, INTO THE WOOD OF THE CRUCIFIX!
INSTANTLY, SIR RENAULT IS AWAKE, SCREAMING IN AGONY!
A SECOND NAIL! BUT NO!
RENAULT GRABS THE HAMMER OFF MODY WITH ONE HAND AND TOSSES IT AWAY!
Another scream of agony sounds as Sir Renault pulls free the nail that had been hammered home, and blood pours from the now hole in his wrist. Moody laughs hysterically at Renault’s pain before charging back in again.
BEARDED LADY K- NO!
SIR RENAULT DRIVES A SHOULDER INTO MOODY’S STERNUM AND DRILLS HIM BACK FIRST INTO THE CROWD BARRICADE!
HE’S LAYING INTO PHINEAS MOODY WITH LEFTS AND RIGHTS, SCREAMING IN HIS OWN AGONY WITH EACH STRIKE!
He then swoops forward and grabs Moody around the mid-section.
SIR RENAULT HAS PHINEAS MOODY UP IN A CRUCIFIX POSITION ON HIS SHOULDERS!
CRUCIFIX TOSS LANDS PHINEAS MOODY ATOP THE BARRICADE!
HIS HEAD BOUNCED OFF THE STEEL AND HE’S DOWN!
This time, it is Sir Renault that looks towards the crucifix, but he’s not about to drag Moody onto it. In a flash, he has Carnevil on his shoulders once more.
THE HOLY DRIVER! HOLY DRIVER ONTO THE CRUCIFIX!
HE PLANTS MOODY WITH THE CRUCIFIX PILEDRIVER!
AND NOW IT’S HIS TURN WITH THE NAILS!
BAM!
SIR RENAULT DRIVES ONE NAIL THROUGH MOODY’S WRIST!
The Scourge awakens, screaming in pain, but Renault has him held firm.
BAM!
A SECOND NAIL THROUGH THE OTHER WRIST!
With a grunt of effort, Sir Renault hoists the Crucifix up into the air. He stands him up, resting against the ring ropes!
PHINEAS MOODY HAS BEEN CRUCIFIED BY SIR RENAULT!
THE LAST CRUSADER HAS DONE IT!
It is Sir Renault that stands tall over the forces of evil tonight. He’s a little holier now, but his Crusade is punctuated with the crucifixion of Phineas Moody!
JESSIE & ASH WILLIAMS vs. KAINE KNIGHTLORD & JOANNA WILLIAMS
Can father and son bring their daughter and sister back to humanity!?
Ash insists on starting, hungry for Kaine’s blood for turning his daughter.
Ramming Knightlord into the turnbuckle, he beats him like Rocky in a meat locker! Williams backs up… BIG SPLASH! Kaine staggers out… BACK BODY DROP!
Jessie tags in, telling Ash that he wants a piece, too!
UPPERCUT to Knightlord, who falls to his knees…
TORPEDO DROPKICK!
GROOVY ECLIPSE!
The Prince sinks down—
HE TRAPS KAINE IN THE DRAGON CLUTCH!
THE BODYSCISSORS ARE LOCKED IN!
HOW IRONIC THAT THE IMMORTAL KNIGHTLORD FINDS HIMSELF IN THE MILLENIUM SOUL!
Wait—
JOANNA DIGS HER HEEL INTO JESSIE’S HEAD!
The referee holds Ash back as he orders Joanna to leave.
JESSIE TAGS IN ASH!
Clothesline, hip toss, and a side slam to the undead – Ash is on fire! The Chosen One clubs his chest and screams to a big pop. Joanna, however, yawns.
Unfazed, Williams sandwiches Kaine’s head between his thighs.
PILEDRIVER!?
HAIL TO THE—
Joanna sucks on the finger of a beguiled referee…
LOW BLOW BY KNIGHTLORD!
The transgression goes unseen by the official, who Joanna now shoves away in disgust.
Ash crumples, his chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Kaine wraps his hands around his throat and chokes the life out of him! The referee starts a 5-count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
F—Kaine releases his vise-like grip.
He lifts a spluttering Ash with one hand—
RIPCORD CLOTHESLINE!
Before Williams goes down, though, Nightscream rears back—
NORTHERN LARIAT!
ASH GETS DIPPED INTO THE BLOODY STREAM!
Knightlord covers him.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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JUNIOR MAKES THE SAVE!
As he turns to leave, however—
JOANNA LEAPS ONTO HIS BACK!
Jessie paws at his half-sister, but she digs her claws in like a bat tangled in his hair!
BROTHER AND SISTER TUMBLE OVER THE ROPES!
Kaine, meanwhile, pulls Ash up. The Hell Bat cranks his arm—
PUMPHANDLE BRAINBUSTER INTO THE KNEE!
ASH LINES UP FOR THE BLOOD DRIVER!
Knightlord pins him.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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WILL ASH BE DEAD BY DAWN!?
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SHOULDER UP!
There’s fight in the old man, but he may have finally bitten off more than he can chew…
Kaine hauls Ash up into a full-nelson, dragging him over to his daughter—
JOANNA SLAPS HIM ACROSS THE FACE!
Leaving a bright red handprint on his cheek, she giggles as her newfound daddy pulls Williams back—
KILLSWITCH – NIGHT RAID!
WAIT… ASH SHOVES HIM OFF!
Kaine spins round—
BOOMSTICK!
NO – KNIGHTLORD BLOCKS THE SUPERMAN PUNCH!
ASH FALLS TO HIS KNEES, KAINE TWISTING HIS GAUNTLET WITH HIS SUPERNATURAL STRENGTH…
THE S-MART EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH DETACHES IT!
DISARMED, HE DIVES INTO A HOT TAG TO JESSIE!
STEP ASIDE, KING – HERE COMES THE PRINCE!
KNIGHTLORD TOSSES THE GAUNTLET AND UNSHEATHES HIS BAT-BLADE!
HE SWIPES IT AT JESSIE—
BOOMSTICK!
WILLIAMS RINGS HIS BELL WITH THE SUPERMAN PUNCH!
Flooring Knightlord, he scales the turnbuckle.
HE’S GOING FOR THE SWANTON!
CALL OF THE CHO—
JOANNA SHOVES HIM OFF THE ROPES!
THE PRINCE SLAMS INTO THE MAT!
She drags her Kindred, Kaine, into their corner, to the protests of the referee.
SHE TAGS HERSELF IN!
Jessie slowly gets to his feet. He and Joanna face off, at long last.
Ash looks from one to the other with uncertainty; his own flesh and blood, looking to tear itself apart…
WHEELBARROW BULLDOG BY JOANNA!
She covers her half-brother.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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SHOULDER UP!
Jessie lost every game and sport to Joanna growing up; he can’t lose tonight!
She drags him into the corner, then backs up…
BRONCO BUSTER!
JOANNA ADDS INSULT TO INJURY!
She motions for her baby brother to bring it. Jessie looks to Ash, who cheers him on.
The Prince pulls himself up…
BOOMSTI—DUCKED!
JOANNA KICKS HIM IN THE GUT!
She tucks his head between her legs. No way…
SPINNING GOTCH PILEDRIVER!
HAIL TO THE QUEE—NO!
JESSIE SITS UP ON HER SHOULDERS…
BOOMSTICK!
Joanna collapses, with Jessie landing atop her.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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ASH TACKLES KAINE!
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THREEE!!!
Jessie and Ash slay the evil undead!!
THE WILLIAMS & KAINE KNIGHTLORD
With the match over, the time for hard decisions is upon us. Jessie and Ash Williams get back to their feet in the middle of the ring, cornering Joanna.
“Please, daddy,” she begs.
Ash looks almost beside himself with emotion.
Jessie, who never quite connected with Jo, he tries to comfort his dad.
“I’ll do it,” he bravely says. “I’ll put her out of her misery.”
“No!” A voice booms.
It belongs to Kaine Knightlord. The Detective slides into the way, blocking them from attacking her.
“You don’t have to do this,” he asks. “I have always kept my feeding to a minimum. I’ve lived this life for a long time, and I rarely catch the eye of men like you. You don’t need to kill her, or me, you can let us live peacefully. Isn’t that what you want?”
Jessie looks at his dad, who can’t bear to look back.
“I hate you Joanna,” Jessie sternly and surprisingly replies. “I’ve hated you since the minute I met you. You’ve made me feel weak and unprepared. You’ve always made me feel less than.”
“I was trying to make you better,” she reasons with tears in her eyes. “I was doing what daddy asked.”
“Show mercy,” Kaine chimes in. “She’s family. I can teach her to live like I do. I can teach her to restrain her desires. If I fail, you know where to find us.”
The Prince thinks about it for a moment, then turns to face his upset father.
“He’s right,” Jessie agrees, much to the surprise of Ash. “They deserve a chance.”
Ash puts his arm around his son, looking down at his daughter.
“This is your decision, boy,” he ensures.
Jessie nods and slowly, the Williams back away, leaving Kaine to comfort Joanna.
Cut.
(Archie is in a cage dangling above the ring)
ALBERT SHAW vs. NIGEL ROYAL
Nigel Royal wanted to own Albert Shaw but The Guv’nor did 12 years at Her Majesty’s Pleasure and wants no further loss of his freedom. Royal has Shaw’s son, Archie, as a bargaining chip and seems no amount of mutilation by The Guv’nor will loosen Royal’s grip on his life.
Albert Shaw isn’t fucking about. He rebounds off the ropes and hits Royal with a Thou Thesz Press. Elbow strikes are raining down on Royal. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!
SNITCHES GET STITCHES!!!!
But Shaw is relentless, he’s still throwing those elbow into the face of his adversary.
TEN MORE ELBOWS STRIKES!!!!
SNITCHES GETTING DOUBLE THE STITCHES!!!!!
Nigel Royal is a bloody mess. His face pulverised in a way that would turn the stomach of The Toymaker. Albie Shaw isn’t done with this cunt though. He looks up at the cage “You’re coming home, son!” he calls out. But not before his work is done. Out of his trousers Shaw pulls out his snips, the tool that has already done so much damage to Royal’s hands.
THE GUV’NOR IS GONNA TAKE MORE OF ROYAL’S FINGERS!!!
There is a noise that distracts Shaw, he looks up and sees the cage his son is locked in being raised higher above the ring. The Guv’nor gives out an agonised cry.
LOW BLOW!!!!
Nigel Royal takes advantage of the distraction he had planned!
GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!
Royal drills Shaw.
AND THREE MORE!!!!
THE.
ROYAL.
FLUSH!!!!
Four of the best from the aristocrat and he covers Shaw…
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!!!!
Royal rolls Shaw on his stomach, he’s trying to lock in the crossface…
DUNGEONS OF LONDON!!!
NO!!!
Shaw scrambles to the ropes before Royal can lock it in.
The Guv’nor is back to a vertical base. Royal charges him.
BACK BODY DROP!!!!
The Bloodline To Greatness is splattered over the concrete floor of The Slaughterhouse. Shaw rolls out of the ring and pulls out something from underneath.
A CRICKET BAT!!!
WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE!!!
AND SHAW SETS IT ON FIRE!!!!
Nigel Royal gets to his feet, totally unaware of what is coming.
FLAMING BARBED WIRE CRICKET BAT!!!!
TO THE FACE!!!!
AND OVER AND OVER TO THE DOWNED BODY OF NIGEL ROYAL!!!!
The Guv’nor may have broken every bone in Nigel Royal’s ribcage, ruptured every organ in his torso along with his pulverised face and mangled hands.
THE GUV’NOR IS TAKING ROYAL APART PIECE BY PIECE!!!
Both men are back in the ring. Royal is crawling pitifully, Shaw stands over him and pulling the aristocrat’s head up the chin The Guv’nor begins jabbing his fingers into Nigel Royal’s eyes.
FIVE FINGER DISCOUNT!!!!
Except with the final thumb to the eye, Shaw gouges Royal until blood is pouring out of the sockets.
Cut-throat gesture from Shaw, he’s going to finish this. Hauling Royal to a vertical base, Shaw whips him against the ropes.
CLAYMORE KICK!!!
G-B-FUCKING-H!!!!!
Shaw almost took Royal’s head off! And covers…
ONE!
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TWO!!!
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The Bloodline To Greatness is coming to an end!
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THREE!
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NOT QUITE!!!!
Royal got a shoulder off the mat. Somehow!
There is utter disbelief from Albert Shaw. No matter what violence he subjects Nigel Royal to, the pestiferous prick will not buckle nor bow. Again he drags Royal to his feet, looking to Irish whip him again…
COUNTERED BY ROYAL!!!!
RIPCORD ELBOW!!!!
INTO A CROSSFACE!!!!!
DUNGEONS OF LONDON!!!!
A bloody, beaten and battered Nigel Royal has Shaw locked in the coup de grace! For The Guv’nor a greater pain than all those years doing porridge will be his if he taps out and loses Archie to this sleazy scumbag.
With all the strength he can muster, with his free hand, Shaw rips away Royal’s grip and sinks his teeth into the wounds of the snipped fingers. Royal cries out in pain, he gets to his feet.
GBH!!!!
WITH RELISH!!!!
Shaw wastes no time with the cover…
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREEE!!!
Albert Shaw has beaten Nigel Royal. He can take his son home, but what now for Nigel Royal?
NIGEL ROYAL & ALBIE SHAW
Albert Shaw has finally done it.
He’s finally gotten back his son.
As the Cage lowers from above the ring with Archie in it, Albie looks on with a big smile on his face. He’s happy. He’s content. He’s complete.
When the cage hits the canvas, Albie rushes to open it, but stops dead in his tracks.
Click.
The sound of a gun being cocked.
The Guv’nor turns around to see Nigel Royal stood there with a pistol, aimed at his chest.
“I’m surprised you’ve enough digits to shoot that with,” he roars back at Royal, who looks infuriated.
Royal doesn’t even say a word.
BANG!
He fires a shot straight into the upper chest of Shaw, sending him backwards into the ropes in recoil. Royal aims next at Archie, looking to fire his second shot at the boy, only Albie rushes forward like a fucking freight train.
HEADBUTT!
Shaw slams his head as hard as he can into Nigel’s face, causing him to drop immediately to his knees – stopping him stone dead with one brutal shot. With blood pouring, his eyes roll into the back of his head.
Archie rushes out to check on his dad, who stands clutching his chest wound, barely able to stand.
Nigel Royal meanwhile collapses flat on his face.
No pulse.
Not breathing.
Dead.
Albie rolls through the middle rope with Archie in tow, heading up the entrance ramp together – as a family, that is until Shaw drops to his knees. Paramedics rush out to attend to him as we gather one last look at Nigel Royal.
Cut.
THE SANDMAN vs. MORDECAI
Two Brothers walk into the ring. They stare one another down, no love to be lost in this fight.
Sandman and Mordecai lock up in the center of the ring! Both men are equally matched in strength and it shows as neither budges an inch!
HAYMAKER!
HAYMAKER!
FOREARM!
FOREARM!
THE BROTHERS SHARE BLOWS BACK AND FORTH AS NEITHER ONE EVEN REACTS!
HEADBUTT BY MORDECAI FINALLY ROCKS SANDMAN! HE WHIPS HIM ACROSS THE RING AND HITS A CLOTHESLINE AS HE COMES BACK!
Mordecai peels Sandman back up and lays into him with a hard combination of rights and lefts that knock him almost cartoonishly around the fucking ring! Sandman’s teeth go flying and Mordecai slams him back into the ropes! He whips him across the ring!
AND POPS HIM UP ONT HE WAY BACK! REALITY CHECK! VERY EUROPEAN UPPERCUT TO SANDMAN!
Sandman is on the receiving end of a beat down as Mordecai pushes his advantage every way he can! He lays into his brother with stomps until Sandman isn’t even moving before he peels him back up!
MYOCLONIC TWITCH! AIR RAID- NO! SANDMAN SANDBAGS IT! HE NAILS MORDECAI WITH A KNEE TO THE FUCKING JAW!
The Gatekeeper stumbles back and Sandman pulls him in!
DEEP SLEEP! END OF FUCKING DAYS AND MORDECAI IS LAID OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING RING!
The Dream Demon peels Mordecai to his feet and hauls him into the air!
SANDMAN RUNS FORWARD! POWERBOMB TO THE CORNER! THE RINGPOST SHAKES UNDER THE WEIGHT OF THAT ATTACK!
Sandman rushes!
STINGER SPLASH TO FOLLOW UP! MORDECAI STUMBLES OUT OF THE CORNER AND SANDMAN NAILS A BIG BOOT AFTER BOUNCING OFF OF THE ROPES!
That vicious combination lays Mordecai out and Sandman jumps on top for a pin!
ONE- NO!
NOT EVEN A ONE COUNT!?
MORDECAI REFUSES TO STAY DOWN!
He throws Sandman off of him and rises to his feet! The Night Terror lashes out with a massive right hand that Mordecai catches! The Dream Guardian rocks Sandman with a punch to the gut that doubles him over!
FALSE AWAKENING! PUMHANDLE SITOUT POWERBOMB!
Mordecai has Sandman folded over but he refuses to go for a pin! He knows Sandman won’t stay down as he deadlifts him off of the ground!
NERUOSIS! NO HANDED SPINNING BACKBREAKER RACK!
DARKNESS!
The lights go out in the arena and everyone goes silent as they listen for the slam that never comes!
BRIGHT LIGHT! MORDECAI EMINATES A BRIGHT LIGHT FROM HIMSELF AND CLEARS THE DARKNESS! HE’S BEEN TELEPORTED TO THE OUTSIDE!
He looks around for his brother-
AND GETS A HAND WRAPPED AROUND HIS THROAT!
TO SAND! TO SAND!
MORDECAI JUST GOT GOOZLED STRAIGHT TO HELL! SANDMAN JUST PUT THE DREAM GUARDIAN RIGHT THROUGH THE GOD DAMNED ANNOUNCE TABLE!
Sandman refuses to let go! He hauls Mordecai back to his feet again and whips him to the barricade!
SPEAR! SANDMAN LEAPS WITH A SPEAR RIGHT THROUGH THE BARRICADE! BOTH MEN GO CRASHING THROUGH INTO THE CROWD!
Neither man stirs for a moment until Sandman finally lumbers to his feet! he picks Mordecai up and drags him to the ring, rolling him back inside before following after him! He wants the pin but Mordecai refuses to stay down! The Dream Guardian is getting back up again!
KICK TO THE GUT BY SANDMAN! HE LIFTS MORDECAI INTO THE AIR- NO!
MORDECAI SLIPS OUT!
FORTY WINKS!
BY MORDECAI!?
MORDECAI HAS HIS THUMBS DUG INTO SANDMANS EYE SOCKETS!
FORTY WINKS BY SANDMAN!
BOTH MEN HAVE THEIR THUMBS DUG INTO THE OTHERS’ EYES! THEY’RE REFUSING TO LET GO!
WHICH ONE WILL GO DOWN FIRST?
WHO’S GOING TO PASS OUT?
MORDECAI’S ARMS GO LIMP! THE DREAM GUARDIAN IS UNCONCIOUS IN SANDMAN’S HANDS!
The Sandman has put down Mordecai! He lets him go, watching as his brother drops to the ground.
THE WILLIAMS
In an alleyway somewhere in New York City, a man walks home drunk from a night of Christmas partying. He’s barely able to stumble but stops when propositioned by a woman.
Thinking his luck is in, he walks over, being forcibly grabbed, and dragged towards the wall.
Only, his luck isn’t in exactly.
Because that woman is Joanna and she’s feasting.
Sat at the end of the alley, watching in their car, is none other than Ash and Jessie Williams.
The latter has his head lowered shamefully as his father watches from the driver’s seat.
“That was the hardest decision you’ll likely ever have to make,” Ash says in comfort of his son, who know feels responsible for the murder of an innocent man. “I didn’t make it easy for you, but I needed to see what you’d do.”
“You were playing me?” Jessie questions. “All that emotion, all those tears-“
Ash nods.
“I love my daughter,” he says convincingly. “But we’re in the business of hunting monsters, kid. She wasn’t my daughter anymore. I wanted to see if you could handle it; if you were as ready as you’ve always claimed you were.”
“I’m sorry, dad.”
Ash pats his son on the shoulder.
“It’s time to come home with me, kiddo,” Ash continues. “You weren’t ready to be here. I put you in that position when I allowed myself to get captured by The Sandman, but this has to end.”
Jessie thinks about it for a moment. Deep down in his heart of hearts, he knows his father is right.
“You’re right, I’ll leave Old School Wrestling,” he finally agrees. “I’ll come back home with you.”
Ash beams from ear to ear, but his smile soon makes way for a grimace once he realizes that now needs to be done.
“Good. Now comes the hard part,” he says opening the car door. “It’s time to finish what we should’ve finished earlier. Are you coming?”
Reluctantly, Jessie opens his door.
Cut.
DARKLORD vs. LEIF HELVIG vs. BANZAN
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!
The Mountain drops Helvig on his goddamn head with that German but he’s not done as he pulls the Beast to his feet, rattling his eyes back into his skull with a sickening headbutt
CAPTURE SUPLEX…RIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!
Banzan threw that bitch right into the steel as even Helvig looks worse for wear from that move. Leif barely hits the steel though before 340 plus pounds of pure muscle drive him into pure agony before he’s lifted up off his feet once more.
SAITO SUPLEX…BANZAN KEEPS HOLD!
A SECOND SAITO SUPLEX…BANZAN LOCKS THE HANDS THIS TIME
SUFFERING IS ETERNAL! REGAL PLEX RIGHT ON LEIF’S FUCKING HEAD!
The Mountain is enraged right now as he closes his eyes, trying to quell the rage flowing through his usual stoic mind but rocked as he may be, this may well give Helvig the moment to rest that Banzan cannot give him.
Meanwhile, Darklord looks on, clapping mockingly at the brutality before a pair of low, grumbling growls come from both sides. Hati and Skoll circle the God King, fangs trembling as they poise to attack.
Calm as he can be, Banzan looks upon the slowly rising Helvig and with an uncharacteristic sneer, rushes forward for the final blow
MAG..FRIGORA TO THE KNEE!
Helvig clips The Mountain right in mid-move out of nowhere and from that sickening sound of connection, he may well have crippled Banzan.
The Mountain staggers to his feet, his right knee in clear pain as he swings a wild haymaker that Helvig easily deflects before dropping Banzan to his knees with an almighty headbutt that busts the Mountain open.
Helvig hammers down lefts and rights to the open wound before deadlifting the Mountain onto his chest
VAKLYRIE KALLAR! It’s Banzan’s turn to get driven into the steel buckles like a sack of shit as he lands hard on the injured knee.
Helvig backs up, looking to finish off this troublesome Monk once and for all when a pair of yelps catch his attention on the outside.
Darklord holding both of his precious wolves in his monstrous hands, as he stares at Helvig with a triumphant look in his eyes.
Leif doesn’t hesitate, rushing through the ropes
SUICIDA FRIGORA!
Darklord crashes to the floor as Helvig begins beating seven shades of shit out of the God King, his knuckles bleeding under the unbreakable skin but you don’t fuck with the wolves of slaughter and live to tell the goddamn tale.
Darklord’s a dazed mess on the concrete as Helvig rolls off, carefully checking on Hati and Skoll. Hurt but still alive, Helvig still trembles with absolute rage as he looks at the slowly rising Darklord clutching onto the barricades with absolute venom in his eyes.
STAMPEDING FRIGORA THROUGH THE BARRICADES….
DARKLORD MOVES AS HELVIG DRIVES HIMSELF THROUGH THE STEEL
The God King laughs as Leif looks motionless in the midst of the carnage
MAGGA!
THE MOUNTAIN OUT OF GODDAMN NOWHERE!
Darklord’s out as the still hurting Banzan pulls himself up before trying to drag the unconscious 500 pounder back into the ring. With a burst of strength, he manages to lift Darklord up and into the ring before covering for the first fall of this contest
ONE
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TWO
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THR………
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……………..NO! DARKLORD KICKS OUT!
Getting Darklord back inside the ring cost Banzan the victory here as the Mountain struggles to his feet, looking to end Darklord’s suffering once and for all.
MAG…GOOZLE!
WARLORD’S
FUCKING
HAND!
Darklord damn near bounces Banzan off the goddamn mat with that massive Chokeslam and the way Banzan struggles to stay awake, let alone fight may mean this is the beginning of the end for the Mountain who finds himself lifted up off his feet into a backbreaker rack
EVENT
FRIGORA!
WHERE THE FUCK DID HELVIG COME FROM??
Darklord is crushed by that mammoth spear as Banzan crashes to the mat. Helvig pounding the mat in anger as he pulls the God King up to his feet, nearly cracking the mask with a sickening right hand that sends Darklord staggering into the ropes
KNEEL!
Helvig takes that head on, not going down but staggering into the ropes as he rebounds
DOUBLE LARIAT! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
The God King and the Beast of Slaughter slowly rise to their feet as they notice a faint glowing in the corner
The Mountain is drawing from the well.
Without thinking, Helvig rushes forward and pounds down on the meditating Banzan but he endures.
The God King helps out, delivering a brutal kick that would knock out any mortal man but the Mountain absorbs it.
BEFORE REACHING UP AND GOOZLING BOTH MEN AROUND THE THROAT!
With tremendous strength, Banzan tosses both men across the ring before getting to his feet as the purple haze envelopes his body.
FRIGORA! BANZAN FUCKING TANKS IT!
Helvig is shocked for a moment before looking at the rising God King and nodding for a moment
FRIGORA
KNEEL
BANZAN DODGES BOTH AS LEIF AND DARKLORD TAKE THE OTHER OUT!
The Mountain draws out a ball of energy, throwing it at the slowly rising Helvig, paralysing the Beast of Slaughter before rushing forward
MAGGA! HELVIG’S STILL ON HIS KNEES, SCOWLING AT THE MOUNTAIN WHO JUST BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES
MAGGA TO THE BACK OF THE FUCKING HEAD! THAT HAS TO BE IT AS THE MOUNTAIN DROPS DOWN FOR THE COVER
ONE
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THREE!!!!
The Mountain finally does it, not only has he survived Bastilum, he’s finally beaten Leif Helvig inside the squared circle
DARKLORD, LEIF HELVIG & BANZAN
These three have kicked the living shit out of one another. Darklord is somehow the first back to his feet, looming over Banzan and Leif Helvig.
“This planet is only big enough for one of us,” he says, slamming a forearm against his chest.
He reaches over the apron for Void Bringer, his Warhammer.
With Helvig now at his knees, Darklord plans to end it.
“Any last words?” He growls, raising his Warhammer above his head.
“No,” Leif tiredly responds. “I have only this.”
He puts his fingers to his lips.
And whistles.
Within seconds, Hati and Skoll are surrounding the ring. Darklord barely blinks and the wolves are there.
Banzan meanwhile gets back to his feet, stumbling to the corner.
“All you’ve ever wanted is total war,” Banzan tries to reason. “If you kill him, your purpose is served. Together, we’re you’re greatest rival. You cease to exist without us. We’re a ying and a yang.”
Helvig looks over at Banzan.
“He is a coward. His mind was made before today, Banzan. You cannot reason with a coward,” Leif warns, lowering his head. “Hati, Skoll, let him pass.”
The Mountain looks surprised. He doesn’t understand.
“Leave,” Helvig clarifies. “This ends now.”
Banzan slips through the middle rope and begins walking away.
WHAM!
WARHAMMER TO THE FUCKING SKULL OF LEIG HELVIG!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
DARKLORD MAKES MINCE MEAT OUT OF LEIF HELVIG’S FUCKING HEAD! THERE’S BLOOD AND BRAINMATTER EVERYWHERE!
AND HERE COMES HATI AND SKOLL!
The wolves leap into the ring, tackling Darklord to the canvas as Helvig’s prone dead body falls backwards to the mat.
They rip at The God King, gnawing and tearing at him.
Banzan looks on in shock from the entrance ramp.
JUST AS SKOLL RIPS DARKLORD’S THROAT OUT!
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
The Wolves feast upon the God King, tearing at his flesh as he bleeds out in the middle of the ring.
Leif Helvig and Darklord have killed each other.
Banzan, somehow, has survived this long war.
CAEL GABLE vs. ISRAEL GRIMWOLF
Cael Gable and Israel Grimwolf were BFF’s…or so The Olympian thought. But The Scourge of The Seven Seas was always hiding a dark secret. Inside him lurked the sea monster, The Nekken, who has made it clear that Cael Gable belongs with him in The Locker.
Gable charges at Grimwolf…
GOLD RUSH!!!!
The Olympian drives Grimwolf onto the planks of the deck and he’s dropping bomb after bomb onto his adversary. The Nekken’s tentacles unravel and wrap around Gable, tossing him across the deck into some barrels. Groggily, Gable gets back to his feet…
HE’S DRAGGED BACK TO GRIMWOLF BY THOSE TENTACLES!!!
WATERY GRAVE!!!!
THE NEKKEN IS POURING WATER DOWN THE OLYMPIAN’S THROAT!!!
THIS COULD BE OVER ALREADY!!!!
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KNEE TO THE BALLS!!!
The desperation move frees Cael Gable. He waist locks Grimwolf
GERMAN SUPLEX!!!
Retaining that waistlock, Gable lifts Grimwolf back to his feet.
ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX!!!
NO!!!
Back elbow counter from Grimwolf.
BIG BOOT!!!!
CAEL GABLE IS SHIPWRECKED!!!
The momentum sends Gable crashing into the mizzen mast. Grimwolf starts to close the distance and Gable quickly scurries up the mast, to a height The Sunken King cannot reach. Gable lines up his target…
MOONSAULT FROM THE MAST!!!
Gable grabs a nearby barrel, lifting it above his head, he slams it down towards Grimwolf but the pirate slips out of the way. Gable still has that barrel though and launches it towards Grimwolf. It bowls him over. Grimwolf slides towards the edge of the starboard side of the boat. Gable runs at him.
BACK BODY DROP!!!!
GRIMWOLF SENDS GABLE OVERBOARD!!!
GABLE HAS BEEN SENT BACK TO THE DEEP!!!!
But Grimwolf wears a furrowed expression, something is creasing his satisfaction.
THERE WAS NO SPLASH!!
Grimwolf ventures a look overboard…
GABLE IS CLINGING ON…
…BY HIS F-F-F-FINGERTIPS!!!
Grimwolf smiles and pulls out a dagger and starts to play five finger fillet with Gable!
The Olympian is moving his fingers fasting than a piano maestro to avoid the point of the blade and somehow keep his fragile grip.
But eventually Gable’s dexterity gives out and he slips, plummeting downwards to the ocean.
Only to save himself by grabbing on to rope dangling from the ship!
Now Grimwolf starts to work on cutting the line, but Gable to scrambling back up with furious speed.
THE OLYMPIAN LEAPS BACK ONTO THE DECK!!!
FLYING LARIAT!!!
Waistlock to Grimwolf.
GERMAN SUPLEX!!!
AND NINE MORE!!!!
TEN KARAT!!!
CRASH!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!
THE TENTH SUPLEX IS TOO MUCH FOR THE PLANKS OF THE HALF DECK!!!
BOTH GABLE AND GRIMWOLF DROP INTO THE UPPER GUN DECK!!!
Grimwolf and Gable emerge from the wreckage covered in blood, with bits of wood pinned into their flesh. Gable looks more dazed and shocked as he begins to pull out the oversized splinters.
CLUNK!!!
BUT NO REST FOR THE WICKED AS GRIMWOLF CLOBBERS THE OLYMPIAN WITH AN OAR!!!
Grimwolf begins to beat the living shit out of Gable with the weapon. Having broken the oar into pieces during that assault, Grimwolf looks around the area and he smiles when he spies the cannon. Turning it towards Gable, the captain lights the spark…
BOOOOOOM!!!
THE CANON GOES OFF WITH A THUNDEROUS NOISE. THERE IS DUST AND WOOD AND ALL SORTS OF DEBRIS EVERYWHERE!
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF HAS JUST BLOWN CAEL GABLE TO A THOUSAND PIECES!!!
As the dust clears there is a massive hole in the deck and Cael Gable’s body is nowhere to be seen. Grimwolf grins because he believes he has vapourised his foe.
ALL OF SUDDEN THE SUNKEN KING BEGINS WITH WRITHE!
SILENCE IS GOLDEN!!!!!
CAEL GABLE HAS THE REAR NAKED CHOKE LOCKED IN!!!!
Grimwolf drops to his knees.
Is he out?
IS THE NEKKEN BEATEN?
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NO!!!!
OUT COME THE TENTACLES!!!!
THEY WRAP AROUND GABLE AND BEGIN TO SQUEEZE HIS THROAT!
THE OLYMPIAN HAS TO RELEASE!!!
AND GRIMWOLF TOSSES HIM BACK TO THE HALF DECK!!!
Gable groggily gets to his feet but Grimwolf is right there with him, wrapping The Olympian with those tentacles, he climbs the main mast with Cael Gable in tow.
Both men are in the crow’s nest, high above the deck of the ship. It’s a precarious position and Grimwolf has foul ideas for his former “friend”. With the tentacles still holding him prisoner, The Sunken King dangles Gable above the crow’s nest.
HE’S GOING TO DROP HIM FROM GREAT HEIGHT!!!
But a seeming change of mind as Grimwolf winds Gable back into the nest.
“T’would be too easy me hearty to end this way,” Grimwolf tells his ex tag team partner. Then The King tosses a cutlass to Gable and takes one for himself.
“We settle this proper”, Grimwolf decides.
A clang of metal fills the air as sword meets sword. Grimwolf shows his proficiency with the blade to lead the attack but Gable’s reflexes and co-ordination are sound enough to maintain a good defence. Gable ducks under a big swipe and hacks at Grimwolf’s leg, putting The Sunken King down on one knee.
Grimwolf’s winds in and hides the tentacles of The Nekken, restoring a solemn Israel Grimwolf.
“What do you say about a parley, me hearty?” Grimwolf appeals as he stands.
Gable pauses for thought. He drops the cutlass.
“GO TO HELL!” The Olympian roars.
AND CHARGES AT GRIMWOLF….
WHO COUNTERS WITH A HEART PUNCH!!!
DEAD MAN’S CHEST!!!
AND TOSSES GABLE OUT OF THE CROW’S NEST TO THE DECK BELOW!!!
Grimwolf has defeated Cael Gable so will The Nekken take his prize back to The Locker?
CAEL GABLE & ISRAEL GRIMWOLF
With the fight over, Israel Grimwolf pulls Cael Gable back to his feet, his hand clasped tightly around his throat.
“We’re going to be spending a lot of time together, shipmate,” he growls at him angrily. “Now, to the sea with ye.”
HE’S GOING TO TOSS CAEL GABLE OVERBOARD!
HE RUNS HIM TOWARDS THE EDGE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
SPLLLAAASHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Water splashes loudly as ISRAEL GRIMWOLF gets sent overboard! Jesus Christ! Gable reversed it!
He stumbles backwards, looking at the dead crew around him. They begin closing in, until suddenly, they stop.
Splish.
Splash.
Splosh.
Splish.
Splash.
Splosh.
IT’S NOT ISRAEL GRIMWOLF CLIMBING OUT OF THE WATER…
IT’S… IT’S THE FUCKING NEKKEN!
The Nekken steps back over the edge onto the ship. He begins walking towards Gable, only Cael reaches inside his pocket and pulls out The Medallion!
What the fuck!?
The Sea Beast stops dead in his tracks.
He can’t move.
He’s frozen.
Suddenly, everything that The Nekken is begins pouring off him. Like dust particles, it flows from The Nekken towards The Medallion, being captured by it.
When it’s finished, The Nekken is gone and only Israel Grimwolf remains – kneeling, broken and ashamed.
The crew have vanished.
The water is calm.
“W-What’s happening?” Grimwolf stammers. He lifts his head to see Cael Gable stood over him. “Is it over?”
The Olympian steps forward and pulls the cutlass from within the sheath attached to Grimwolf’s belt. He points at his chest.
“I know you won’t believe me, me hearty,” he says solemnly. “But I wasn’t in control of what I did. The Nekken, it affected me like poison. I deserve your hatred, I do, but I couldn’t stop it.”
“You betrayed me. I’ve been here before, Israel,” he admits with a lowered head. “I’ve always made the wrong decision in these moments and in the end, it’s always cost me.”
The Captain looks up at him with warm eyes – eyes not like we’ve seen before.
“You don’t have to kill me,” he pleads.
“I don’t have to,” Gable agrees. “But I choose to.”
Suddenly and without warning, Cael Gable thrusts the sword through Israel Grimwolf’s chest. He runs it straight through and out the other side, heartlessly and callously pulling it back out.
The Pirate King looks down at his bloodied wound with droplets of blood forming at his mouth, holding it with one hand whilst his eyes linger on Cael Gable.
As he gasps for his last breaths, The Olympian sits down and cradles him close.
“It’s time for you to rest,” he says solemnly, almost at a whisper, whilst stroking Grimwolf’s hair. “I’ll honor you in your Championship match tonight. I’ll win that belt for you, Captain.”
His eyes slowly close.
His chest finally rises for the last time.
Cael Gable killed Israel Grimwolf.
Why?
Cut.
CORVUS vs. ZERO
Can Zero get revenge on Corvus for hacking into his mind, or will The Black Hand.exe malware survive quarantine!?
Zero lunges for Corvus, but the assassin side-steps him. He blasts his hamstrings with debilitating kicks, then lays into him with stiff forearms. The Crow goes to whip Zero across the ring, but the hacker makes use of his bionic arm, countering him!
BACK BODY DRO—NO!
CORVUS LANDS ON HIS FEET!
CORVUS KI—DENIED!
ZERO GRABS HIS ANKLE, BLOCKING THE PELÉ KICK!
HE SWINGS HIM OVERHEAD LIKE THE FUCKING HULK!
CORVUS HITS THE CANVAS LIKE A FLY SMACKING AGAINST A WINDSHIELD!
He rolls under the ropes to the floor – Zero hot on his tail.
The cyberpunk yanks Corvus to his feet and javelins him into the steel ringpost—
CORVUS RUNS UP IT AND BACKFLIPS OVER ZERO!
Zero spins round—
CORVUS LEAPS ONTO HIS SHOULDERS…
CUT THROAT DRIVER!
HURRICANRANA DRIVER INTO THE STEEL FREAKIN’ STAIRS!
A metallic rumble fills The Slaughterhouse as Zero crashes into the steps, separating them.
Corvus rolls him back into the ring, leaving his head exposed on the apron. He springs up onto the ring skirt like a ninja, then charges…
A GUILLOTINE LEG DROP DAMN NEAR DECAPITATES ZERO!
Corvus dives back in and goes for the cover.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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BENCH-PRESS KICKOUT!
Zero flips Corvus like a pancake with his bionic arm.
The Hidden Blade stalks his target, as though he were their shadow…
BLACK HAND’S BLA—SANDBAGGED!
ZERO GRABS THE ROPE, AVOIDING THE RKO!
Corvus rolls back onto his feet—
WHERE A FIREWALL TURNS HIM INSIDE-OUT!
The bionic clothesline sends the contract-killer spiraling through the air. Zero hurriedly hooks the leg.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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SHOULDER UP!
Zero doesn’t let up, as he mounts the grounded Corvus.
“YOU LIKE IT IN MY HEAD SO MUCH, MOTHERFUCKER!?” He yells.
HEADBUTT!
HEADBUTT!
HEADBUTT!
BY GOD, ZERO IS USING HIS OWN SKULL LIKE A CINDER BLOCK!
HE CRACKS HIS VISOR AGAINST THE FACE OF CORVUS!
Zero takes a second to check his system calibrations—
MONKEY FLIP BY CORVUS!
The Black Hand tosses Zero overhead. Shaking off the cobwebs, he climbs to his feet haphazardly.
Zero turns around groggily…
THROAT THRUST!
PALM STRIKE!
Here comes the JUMPING ELBOW STRIKE!
MURDER OF—GOOZLE!
C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!
The bad Mother fucker, Zero, wraps his bionic hand around the windpipe of Corvus!
He lifts him up…
ABSOLUTE ZE—NO!
ARM DRAG BY CORVUS!
THE ASSASSIN COUNTERS THE CHOKESLAM!
The momentum sends Zero rolling under the ropes, where he splats against the concrete. His robotic hand claws the ring skirt as he pulls himself up…
SUICIDE FREAKIN’ DIVE BY CORVUS!
LIKE A BULLET, HE TAKES ZERO OUT!
Corvus shoots back to his feet. He peels Zero off the floor and forces him back into the ring.
The blackhat slowly gets to his feet, as Corvus prepares to deliver the killing blow…
THROAT THRUST!
PALM STRIKE!
JUMPING ELBOW STRIKE!
THE CROW LANDS THE MURDER OF BLOWS!
Zero goes down, and Corvus swoops into a pin.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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HAS CORVUS BLUE-SCREENED ZERO!?
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NO!!!
TWO-POINT-NINE!
Zero isn’t obsolete just yet.
Corvus looks to the corner, then back down at Zero.
“Requiescat in pace.” He says solemnly, before climbing the ropes!
WHAT IS CORVUS GOING TO DO!?
Perched atop the turnbuckle, the eagle—vulture?—prepares to take flight…
BUT ZERO IS UP!
HE VAULTS UP THE ROPES AND SNATCHES CORVUS ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!
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TOP-ROPE BUUURNIIING HAMMERRR – CPU DRIIIVER!
CORVUS HAS TO BE BROKEN IN HALF!
Zero immediately rolls on top of him.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THE STONE-COLD KILLER IS STONE-COLD DEAD!
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THR—SHOULDER UP!!!
Corvus looked the Reaper in the eye and said, “Not today”!
Zero pounds the mat; he can’t believe it!
HE GIVES CORVUS THE BIRDS!
Talking trash, he sinks down and cradles his head, then grabs his arm—
BIONIC VICE!
THE ANACONDA VICE IS LOCKED IN!
CORVUS IS THRASHING LIKE A FISH OUT OF WATER!
The Black Hand fights the submission, clawing the air and trying to pry Zero off with his free hand.
WILL HE TAP OUT!?
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ZERO WRENCHES HIS NECK!
“TAP OUT, BITCH!” He yells.
SNIKT!
…
“Aaarrgghhh!” ZERO SCREAMS IN PAIN, RELEASING THE HOLD!
A THROWING KNIFE STICKS OUT OF HIS SHOULDER!
CORVUS UNSHEATHED IT FROM HIS ANKLE, THEN STUCK HIM LIKE A PIG!
Zero pulls the bloody blade out himself, then tosses it aside – thunk!
Leaning on his elbow, he turns to look at Corvus, who looms over him.
“Time to hit the killswitch.” The assassin says gravely.
He pulls Zero up—
GOOZLE!
THE HACKER WRAPS HIS HAND AROUND CORVUS’ THROAT!
HE LIFTS HIM UP…
ABSOLUTE ZERO – CHOKESLAM!
NO!
ZERO DROPS HIM AS HIS ARM GIVES OUT!
THE DAGGER’S PARALYSING AGENT IS KICKING IN!
Landing on his feet like a cat, Corvus smirks as he looks down at a kneeling Zero, whose arm hangs limp at his side.
He pulls him up—
BLACK HAND’S BLA—NO!
PUNK CITY KILLAAAAAAHHH!
ZERO COUNTERS THE CUTTER INTO THE STUNNER!
He rolls him over and gets a deep hook on the leg.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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SAY GOODNIGHT, CORVUS!
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THREEE!!!
Zero shuts Corvus’ ass down!
ZERO & CORVUS
With that match over and Zero victorious, it’s time for him to end this – just like he promised Sigil.
He reaches down and uses his bionic arm to pull Corvus to his feet, only The Black Hand is a mite quicker, grabbing one of his daggers and jamming it straight into the arm itself.
Suddenly and abruptly, it malfunctions.
Sparks quite literally fly.
Zero drops Corvus and stumbles backwards, his arm failing to work.
“Did you really think you could kill me?” The Crow asks.
The Hacker doesn’t know what to do. Without his arm, he’s rendered defective. He backs away, but Corvus closes in for the kill.
Knowing he can’t escape, he swings with his good arm, looking for a Clothesline – only Corvus ducks underneath, pulling out a garrotte and wrapping it around his neck.
Zero immediately falls to his knees, reaching with only good arm to try and break the grip, but the garrotte is not only choking him but drawing blood.
“This is bigger than you,” Corvus whispers to him. “This is bigger than everyone and everything. It wasn’t ever supposed to be personal, Zero; so I take no pleasure in this.”
SNA-
BLACK.
DARKNESS!
PITCH BLACK!
Just as he’s about to snap Zero’s neck with the garrotte, the entire arena is thrust into darkness.
What the fuck is going on?
When the lights come back on, Corvus is gone.
He’s vanished.
And Zero?
He lays coughing in the middle of the ring, a bloodied cut mark around his throat from where he was being garrotted – yet he’s alive. He’s breathing.
Barely.
What the hell has happened to Corvus?
What’s going on?
Zero was moments from death. He gets back to his feet just as Luke Storm and Pyre rush down the entrance ramp to check on him. bMf might have been too late to make the save here tonight. This could’ve been it for Zero.
DEATHNOTE vs. LUKE STORM
LARIAT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Storm flies forward, slamming fast first into the buckles as Deathnote begins to slam his good looks into the steel over and over before shoving him down to the floor. Storm shakes out the cobwebs, trying to reset the crooked sunglasses
RUNNING FACEWASH!
Forget trying to reset the glasses, they’re in goddamn pieces now as Deathnote pulls Storm up to his feet, slowly bleeding from the glass embedded into his face before gripping him underneath his arm
TURN THE PAGE…ONTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE!
STORM ROLLS OUT OF THE RING!
Deathnote may well have had that match won there but he can’t do a damn thing if Luke’s not in the ring. Deathnote rolls out of the ring, dropping down to peel Storm off the concrete
POWDER TO THE EYES
Storm tosses a mysterious white substance in Deathnote’s face, one of many surprises he’s surely smuggled into his tights as he tries for a DDT
NOT ON THE CONCRETE…DEATHNOTE SLIPS OUT!
A stiff headbutt staggers Storm back into the steel steps before Deathnote rushes forward
YAKUZA…INTO THE RING POST!
Bone bounces off steel as Storm moves out of the way just in time, as the Shingami cries out in pain from his possibly shattered appendage. Storm gets to his feet with a cocky grin before tossing Deathnote back into the ring.
Hollywood doesn’t cover, backing up instead as he sizes up the slowly rising Deathnote
SLIDE KICK CHOP BLOCK STYLE!
Deathnote falls flat on his face holding his knee in pain, the full force of that kick aimed at the injured leg as Storm grabs it in one hand before dropping a pair of elbows to the limb before with a cheeky WOO
FIGURE FOUR…DEATHNOTE MANAGES TO KICK HIM OFF MID ROTATION
SENDING STORM FLYING HEAD FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!
Deathnote slowly stands, seeing Storm lean on the buckles dazed as a scowl crosses the Author of Death’s face before he rushes forward
RUNNING BOOT….
STORM MOVES AGAIN BUT DEATHNOTE STOPS HIMSELF JUST IN TIME!
He doesn’t notice Luke sneak underneath his legs though as he kips up before pushing Deathnote from behind
CROTCH FIRST INTO THE MIDDLE ROPE!
Deathnote’s in pain as Storm slides out underneath him, grabbing the legs of Deathnote before wrapping them around the ring post as he drops down
WITH THE FIGURE FOUR AROUND THE RING POST!
Deathnote screams in pain as Storm cranks back on the hold, the referee desperately trying to break the hold but Hollywood’s trying to stop death by breaking its freaking legs here.
The Shingami finally grabs the ropes, looking for leverage as he manages to push forward
DROPPING STORM HEAD FIRST ONTO THE STEEL STEPS BREAKING THE HOLD!
Hollywood lets go, eyes glazed as he may be slightly concussed but the damage is done as Deathnote clutches at his knee, barely able to stand from the sheer agony.
Storm slowly rolls into the ring, shaking the cobwebs away as Deathnote tries to run forward for a Lariat but he drops to one knee a few steps in
LIGHTNING STRIKE!
Storm didn’t get all of that but he definitely rocked Deathnote’s world as the Author of Death is rocked on his knees, Hollywood rushing to the ropes as he tries for another
DEATHNOTE GRABS HIM AROUND THE THROAT MID-LEAP!
Deathnote slowly rises to his feet, hatred in his eyes as he grips the goozle tighter, gritting through the pain as he lifts Storm high
CHOKESLA…
DOWNPOUR!
The Codebreaker hits hard but Storm isn’t done as he slowly heads up to the top rope, looking to bring down a furious crack upon his tormentor
THUNDER….DEATHNOTE MOVES
STORM ROLLS THROUGH, RUSHING FORWARD
CHOKESLAM TO FUCKING HELL!
That took a ton out of Deathnote, still wincing from the pain in his knee but he powers through, slowly climbing up to the top rope just like Hollywood
After if you want to kill Luke Storm, you gotta finish it with fucking style
KISS
OF
DEATH!
The flying stomp hits flush as Deathnote flops over for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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THR…FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!!
Storm got his foot on the bottom rope as Deathnote is beside himself. Slowly getting to his feet as he pulls Hollywood up by the chin, screaming in his face
“ACCEPT YOUR FATE LUCAS”
HEADBUTT
“FUCK FATE”
KICK TO THE BALLS
GALE FORCE
STUNNNER!!!!
Storm collapses on the fallen Deathnote as the referee begins to count
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
Luke Storm does it, with two emphatic middle fingers at death itself, he’s survived Red Snow but can he truly outrun the reaper or is tonight truly the end?
PERSON, PERSON & PERSON
With the match over, Luke Storm and Deathnote are back to their feet. The Author shakes his head in confusion.
“I don’t understand it,” he groans, somewhere between angry and confused. “Why won’t you die, you fucking cockroach?”
Luke grins.
You know, that shit-eating grin of his.
That just sets Deathnote off, who runs at him, tackling him to the canvas. He starts swinging wildly with right forearms, determined to beat Storm to death in the middle of the ring.
Static.
Darkness.
When the lights come back on, utterly no-one expects to see who we see stood before them.
It’s…
It’s….
The Sandman?
Huh?
The Sandman forcibly grabs Deathnote by the head, tossing him away from Storm and aside, across the ring. He rolls to the ropes with force, sliding underneath them to the outside.
Quite shockingly, The Sandman helps Luke back to his feet.
“When I started dreaming of my death, I was at first confused,” Storm announces, looking at Deathnote. “I thought those nightmares were real; they felt real.”
He begins pacing.
“When The Sandman came to me and told me that they were, I didn’t believe it at first,” he says with a shrug. “I thought it was another one of his games. I thought he was trying to trick me, but that wasn’t it; no, not at all. See, The Sandman is much more powerful than any of us ever realized. He made me see my death, over and over, so I could escape it.”
Jesus Christ.
The Sandman has been helping Hollywood Luke Storm to avoid his death!?
Deathnote can’t believe it. He rolls back under the bottom rope and gets inside the ring, his eyes not leaving those of The Sandman.
Just then…
Static.
Darkness.
When the lights come back on, this time, Mordecai has joined us.
“What’re you doing?” He growls at his brother. “You’re using power you shouldn’t. You’re giving Luke Storm premonitions? Do you understand how dangerous that is, brother? You’re crossing a line.”
The Sandman shrugs, stepping towards Mordecai.
“Everything has a price, including your tether.”
Oh boy.
Now it makes sense.
Luke Storm was tethered to Mordecai; he was the only thing keeping him here, like Sandy was The Sandman.
“You’re no longer tethered to me, Mordecai,” Storm announces. “And honestly, I hope you two fuck each other up.”
The crowd can’t believe it.
Deathnote can’t believe it.
The Sandman has been helping Luke Storm escape his death so that he would break his tether with Mordecai.
“Now, we can both go back,” The Nightmare reveals. “So, try and vanquish me to the dream realm if you wish, but you’re just as vulnerable as I am, brother.”
All four stare at each other.
All four with a dog in the fight.
This isn’t over.
Cut.
ALTON WHITLOCK vs. VIPER ROBERTS
New York City is lit up with Christmas lights dangling from store fronts as snow falls around the city. The ground is a beautiful picturesque white, until a splatter of blood hits it.
A pause II symbol displays in the bottom right-hand corner of the screen. It quickly changes into the fast forward ►► symbol.
Two-Face and Viper Roberts crash through the door of the Slaughterhouse store.
Whitlock is stabbed with a shard of glass in his forehead.
Viper Roberts is stabbed in the chest with the same shard.
They end up in the Slaughterhouse proper.
They jockey over a shovel, Two-Face takes a shot to the face.
Finally, Whitlock has a set of Christmas lights wrapped around the neck of Viper Roberts.
Now, all we see in the bottom right-hand corner is the play ► symbol.
Tonight, the war between Viper Roberts and the Two-Face he created ends.
One way or another.
There’s a puddle of blood forming on the floor. Two-Face is bleeding from his head. Viper from his chest.
This is Falls Count Anywhere, a war between two bitter enemies. No ring will contain them.
This war ends where it ends.
Wrenching with all of his might, Alton Whitlock has turned Viper Roberts blue as the Champ fights with all he has to get air into his windpipe.
But it’s not air Roberts is searching for!
It’s mist.
SNAKE OIL TO TWO-FACE!
HE’S BEEN BLINDED AS ROBERTS STANDS UP!
He’s got the fucking Christmas Lights.
CRACK!
VIPER ROBERTS IS LIGHTING WHITLOCK UP WITH THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS!
TANNIN’ THE HIDE!
BUT WHITLOCK IS STILL WEARING HIS SHIRT! IT’S NOT AS EFFECTIVE AS IT COULD BE!
Two-Face hooks the lights with one of his arms, and begins to pull on them as he comes to a vertical base.
It’s tug-of-war between these bitter enemies.
BUT TWO-FACE LETS GO!
VIPER TUMBLES BACKWARDS INTO A WALL!
WHITLOCK RUSHES IN, REACHING INTO HIS VEST AS HE DOES SO.
He pulls out his gun.
The gun.
The one he killed Endo with. The one meant for his wife, Vivian.
Whitlock points it right at Viper’s head.
“Vivian sends her regards!”
Click.
The gun wasn’t loaded! Whitlock snorts as Viper’s fear turns to rage.
WHAM! TWO-FACE HITS VIPER IN THE HEAD WITH THE GUN!
AND AGAIN!
AGAIN!
HE’S PISTOL WHIPPING VIPER ROBERTS ALL THE WAY THROUGH THE BACKSTAGE AREA!
Roberts runs the best he can, absorbing shots as he tries his damndest to get room to regroup. He find an open door, and rushes in, slamming it back in Whitlock’s face.
His eyes adjust to the darkness as he realizes where he is.
The Meat Locker.
The Head Snake grins as he sees the hooks hanging from the ceiling, but his smile is shortlived.
TWO-FACE CHARGES THROUGH THE DOOR, COMING FOR ROBERTS WITH A HEAD OF STEAM!
BUT THAT MOMENT OF RESPITE WAS ALL THE CHAMP NEEDED! HE GRABS TWO-FACE AND LIFTS HIM INTO THE AIR!
HOLY SHIT! VIPER ROBERTS HAS HUNG ALTON WHITLOCK UP ON A MEAT HOOK!
WHITLOCK DANGLES IN THE AIR. THANK HEAVENS, IT’S MOSTLY HOOKED HIS SHIRT.
THE SHIRT RIPS AND TWO-FACE FALLS TO THE GROUND.
Seeing an opening to regroup after that desperation attempt, Roberts goes tumbling through out of the Meat Locker and into the store area. He stagger through the shattered remains of the Slaughterhouse door that this pair went through earlier.
They’ve gone full circle.
Meanwhile, Two-Face sheds the rest of his shirt (and some of his skin), as he follows.
The already blood-splattered snow becomes a red slush as the Head Snake begins to exchange punches with the former politician.
RIGHT FROM VIPER!
RIGHT FROM WHITLOCK!
LEFT FROM VIPER! NO! BLOCKED!
WHITLOCK WITH ANOTHER RIGHT!
AND ANOTHER!
ALTON WHITLOCK WAILS ON VIPER ROBERTS WITH ALL THAT HE HAS, DRIVING THE HEAD SNAKE DOWN TO HIS KNEES AS HE TAKES OUT ALL OF HIS RAGE ON THE MAN WHO HAS DONE EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD TO BREAK HIM!
Until he stops.
SWINGING REVERSE STO!
HEADS OR TAILS!
WHITLOCK’S NOT DONE! HE PICKS UP ROBERTS AND HOISTS HIM OVERHEAD, BLOOD IS GOING EVERYWHERE!
JOKER DRIVER! LADY LUCK HAS TURNED HER NOSE UP TO VIPER ROBERTS!
Silence reigns as Two-Face surveys the damage. Kneeling down over Roberts, Two-Face reaches down and grabs a fistful of his foe’s matted hair. He lifts his limp body up to stare at him.
SLAP!
Roberts falls back to the ground, but the slap roused him back to consciousness. Whitlock lifts him back up with one arm, while reaching into his pocket with the other.
We all know what he’s about to pull out.
The coin.
Spitting blood, and maybe even a tooth, out of his mouth, Two-Face stares at the coin as he holds it in front of Roberts.
“One year ago, you tried to kill me,” Whitlock says, his voice guttural. “You almost did, but I lived. I thought the man you blew up died, but he didn’t.”
He grabs a fistful of Robert’s matted hair and lifts him up to look at him.
“Alton Whitlock is fucking alive.”
He places his other hand, with the coin, over Viper’s bleeding chest.
“There’s nothing more I want than to carve your black heart out with this fucking coin, then hold it in my hand as it beats its last.”
A pause. A pregnant fucking pause.
“But you don’t deserve that,” Whitlock finishes. “Death is too good for you.”
Alton stands to his feet, dragging Viper up with him, slinging the limp arm of the Head Snake over his shoulder. Looking like a pair of old buddies, Whitlock leans to whisper in Viper’s ear.
“I want you to live with failure,” Whitlock begins. “I want you to remember that you couldn’t destroy me. Whenever you go to sleep at night, I want you to remember that I could have closed your eyes permanently. Every time you draw breath, I want you to remember it’s only because I kept this coin out of your chest.”
A smile crosses Whitlock’s face. Both sides of it.
The first smile in a long time.
“You don’t understand, Viper,” Alton says. “You’re in great danger.”
That’s what Viper said to Whitlock one year ago!
Before the out-on-his-feet Roberts can react, Alton steps back, grabbing Viper by the back of his neck, lifting him in the air.
REVERSE CHOKESLAM INTO THE RED SNOW!
VIPER ROBERTS HAS BEEN KILLED. WITH. FIRE!
Whitlock looks down at Roberts, who has been laid out, face down in the parking lot of the Slaughterhouse.
The war ends where it began.
Alton Whitlock looks down at the coin in his hand, flipping it into the air.
As it lingers in the air, the former Two-Face walks away. Viper Roberts has been made to pay for what he did one year ago, and Whitlock has made sure the Head Snake will never forget what happens when you cross the Whitlock’s.
The coin finally lands solidly on the back of Viper Roberts.
Alton Whitlock doesn’t even look back.
TWO-FACE & VIPER ROBERTS
With Viper Roberts unconscious, Two-Face gets back to his feet and stumbles backwards, resting upon a limousine. He’s exhausted. This brawl has taken everything out of him.
He walks to the limousine door and opens it, before heading back to the snow-covered ground in which Viper Roberts lays.
“Do you remember this?” He asks with a deep, angry growl of remembrance. This is exactly where they were, only one year ago.
Whitlock pulls Viper to his feet and drags him over to the limousine, tossing him angrily inside. With a fierce slam, he closes the door, pulling a small button from inside his trouser pocket.
It’s the locking mechanism.
He uses it to lock the door, then reaches inside and drops the window.
Viper Roberts meanwhile is slowly coming to.
“You did this to me, last year,” he says angrily, stepping backwards. “You changed my entire existence in one night. I was leaving; I wasn’t coming back. You ruined everything.”
“Wait,” Viper interrupts. “Please, don’t do this.”
“You didn’t even give me the chance to beg for my life,” Two-Face reminds him. “You simply took it. Now, you expect me to hear your pleas for yours?”
Suddenly, Vivian steps out of The Slaughterhouse to join her husband. She walks to his side, placing an arm around his waist.
“If I press this button, there’s a chance you might die,” he admits. “There’s also a chance you might become a Two-Face of my creation. Wouldn’t that be ironic?”
Vivian looks at him with a knowing nod. He smiles, then walks over to the window and leans in.
“There’s a part of me that wants this more than anything,” Two-Face says with a smile. “The part you created.”
He looks back at his wife.
“But there’s another part of me, a part that isn’t dead – a part that wants to leave this place and rebuild my life.”
Whitlock reaches into his pocket and pulls out a coin.
“So, what better way to end this, than to toss a coin for it?” He beckons. Roberts immediately looks panicked, shaking his head profusely. “Heads, you burn. Tails, you live.”
“Please, don’t, just please, listen to me,” Roberts begs.
Suddenly, Two-Face tosses the coin at him and steps backward. Roberts flinches in fear, but nothing happens.
Vivian steps forward.
“He could be that person and heaven knows you deserve it,” she scorns him. “But he won’t be. Come on dear, let’s leave Old School Wrestling and this nightmare behind.”
She wraps her arms around him, and they embrace with a long kiss.
“Take me home?” He asks her softly.
She nods.
And then slowly, they walk off into the snowy distance holding hands, together.
Roberts breathes a deep sigh of relief.
It’s over.
Cut.
SEESAW & CXDY
CXDY Williams stands alone outside the entrance to the ToyBox, focused. He breathes in deeply, contemplating what might come next, when suddenly the door pops open and SeeSaw sticks his head out of the gap.
“Well don’t just stand there!” he says. “Why don’t you come in and see what I’ve done with the place,”
And just like that, he’s gone again. CXDY takes one more breath and follows him in…
…and immediately gasps.
Inside the hellhole, SeeSaw has been busy with some construction work. On one side of the ToyBox, raised off the floor, is a new viewing platform. Clipped into place with what looks like rope restraints, are Sasha and Cody Jr!
They’re screaming for help but we can barely hear them over SeeSaw’s laughter. And of course as they’re are restrained they can’t do much else and soon give up. SeeSaw taps Sasha on the shoulder with one bony knuckle.
“Premium craftsmanship.” he says with glee. “Only the best for my family.”
“They’re not your family, Andy!” shouts CXDY. The use of his real name throws SeeSaw for a second, but he soon recovers and responds to CXDY.
“And that’s exactly why they’re here tonight. I wanted to show them first-hand what I do to liars like you. They can be by my side through every last bit of it…”
CXDY balls his fists and moves towards SeeSaw, who prepares himself for the fight ahead.
Cut.
CXDY vs. SEESAW
CXDY’s family sits in the Toybox bound to chairs and gagged, forced to watch as this brawl begins!
YOUR!
FORETOLD!
DESTINY!
CXDY OPENS UP WITH A MASSIVE 540 LEAPING ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE SKULL! SEESAW JUST GOT KNOCKED BACKWARDS INTO THE CHRISTMAS TREE!
The barbed wire tinsel digs into his skin as he tries to stand!
JUST TO CATCH A PRESENT BOX TO THE FOREHEAD!
CXDY angrily rips off the top of the present and pulls out a Barbie doll! But this isn’t an ordinary Barbie! Her legs are replaced with spikes!
CXDY DRIVES IT INTO SEESAW’S SHOULDER!
The Toymaker yells as the doll digs into him! CXDY starts stabbing wildly! His family turns their heads away!
SEESAW CATCHES CXDY’S HAND! HEADBUTT! HE HAULS HIM UP!
CHOOCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! CHOOCHOO BOMB! THE POWERBOMB THROWS CXDY ACROSS THE GOD DAMNED ROOM!
The Gold Standard wants to stand up!
BUT SEESAW PICKS UP THE TREE! CXDY CATCHES A CHRISTMAS TREE OVER HIS BACK! THE TREE BREAKS IN TWO AND BARBED WIRE TINSEL WRAPS AROUND CXDY!
SEESAW PULLS IT AROUND HIS NECK! HE’S PULLING AS TIGHT AS HE CAN! BLOOD SPILLS OUT OF CXDY’S NECK! SEESAW IS GOING TO KILL HIM!
CXDY is desperate! He grabs for one of the ornaments on the tree!
AND CRACKS IT INTO SEESAW’S FACE! THOSE GOD DAMN ORNAMENTS ARE FILLED WITH ACID! SEESAW’S SKIN BUBBLES AND HE’S FORCED TO LET GO!
God’s Gift to Pro Wrestling pulls the barbed wire from his neck and coughs up blood onto the floor! He looks through the boxes and finds stocking! However, that’s not all! He finds a big lump of coal as well!
HE PUTS THE COAL IN THE STALKING AND SWINGS IT AROUND HIS HEAD! CXDY JUST MADE HIMSELF A MACE AND SEESAW HAS BEEN NAUGHTY THIS YEAR!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
THE REFLECTION OF PERFECTION LAYS INTO SEESAW WITH THE MAKESHIFT WEAPON! BLOOD FLIES FROM SEESAW’S NOSE!
CXDY pulls The Toymaker onto his shoulders!
PERFECTLY EXECUTED! FIREMAN’S CARRY ROLL! HE KICKS OFF A TABLE AND LANDS A MOONSAULT ONTO SEESAW!
He lands flush and rolls off of SeeSaw! He’s hurting and it shows as he limps towards his family, trying to untie them!
SLAPSTICK CLAPTRAP! SEESAW IS BACK UP AND HE BELL CLAPS CXDY FROM BEHIND!
“GET AWAY FROM MY FAMILY!”
SeeSaw tosses CXDY and sends him rolling backwards! He gets up and SeeSaw is digging through presents!
THE TOYBOX KING HAS A FURBY! HE THROWS IT AT CXDY WHO CATCHES IT!
The Furby’s eyes grow red!
AND IT PROCEEDS TO PECK CXDY ALL OVER! ITS RAZOR TIPPED BEAK BURIES ITSELF DEEP INTO CXDY’S FACE OVER AND OVER AS SEESAW CACKLES!
CXDY spikes the toy into the ground as blood drips from his face! He goes to fight back but SeeSaw rushes towards him!
SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST! SPEAR TRANSITIONED INTO A HIGH POWERED SPINEBUSTER PLANTS CXDY INTO THE GROUND!
Williams is gasping for air as SeeSaw leaps to his feet and starts raining down boots onto the family man’s face and chest! He wants to fight back, he has to! But SeeSaw isn’t giving him an inch!
LEAPING DOUBLE STOMP TO THE CHEST! CXDY HAS TO BE OUT!
But SeeSaw isn’t done yet! He grabs a box and begins to dump out its contents!
ITS LEGOS! SEESAW HAS A BOX FULL OF SPIKED, METALLIC LEGOS!
The Cackling Madcap peels CXDY off of the ground and nails a headbutt before pulling him over to the pile of LEGOs! He unloads on CXDY with a flurry of elbows and forearms, keeping him dazed before he lifts him up!
CHOOCHOO AGAIN MOTHER FUCKER- NO!
CXDY DROPS BEHIND SEESAW! INSTANT REPLY! NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX AND HE ROLLS THROUGH! DEADLIFT BRAIN BUSTER ALL ONTO THE FUCKING LEGOS!
Neither man is moving! CXDY’s wife and child watch on in fear! They try to shake themselves free from the chairs to no avail! And to their dismay…
SeeSaw is the first to stir.
The Terrible Toymaker seems nigh unstoppable as he lumbers to his feet! He reaches down for CXDY, yanking him up to his feet and shows him to his family! He’s covered in blood and looks barely conscious!
SeeSaw hauls CXDY up!
HE’S LOOKING TO END HIM! POP GOES THE WEASEL! JUMPING PILE DRIVER!
NO!
CXDY SQUIRMS OUT AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! HE GRABS A PRESENT BOX AND USES IT TO UPPERCUT SEESAW! MR. MAKE BELIEVE JUST GOT TAKEN OFF OF HIS FEET!
The present gets crushed in CXDY’s hands and he tosses it aside as he begs for SeeSaw to stand up again! He backs up and pulls down his knee pad!
PERFEXECUTION! SHINING WIZARD- NO! SEESAW CATCHES HIM! HE HAULS HIM UP!
JACK IN THE BOX!
LEAPING SPIKE PILEDRIVER! CXDY GETS PLANTED INTO THE GROUND OFF THE TOP OF HIS HEAD!
HE HAS TO BE UNCONCIOUS!
SeeSaw cackles as he slowly gets to his feet, looming over the bloody and battered CXDY.
CXDY, SEESAW & THE WILLIAMS FAMILY
What a brutal and insane match.
The Williams family look on in horror as CXDY crawls across the floor, bloodied, beaten, and battered. SeeSaw looms, looking back at the family he wants and now has.
“No-one has ever won inside The Toy Box,” SeeSaw huffs, grabbing CXDY by the heel. “And neither did you. Did you know, everyone I’ve ever beaten inside here has become a toy? That’s a tradition of sorts.”
He begins dragging him away towards a table, in view of his family. With Williams hurt, he’s almost deadweight as SeeSaw lifts him up onto the toy creation table.
“Now, I’m not a monster. I know that CJ is going to have trouble adapting to his new daddy,” SeeSaw muses, looking back at the distraught kid and winking. “So, I’d like to keep you in the family.”
“Please,” Cody begs. “Just let them go.”
“Oh no,” SeeSaw replies with a Cheshire Cat smile. “They belong to me now, buddy. But you can still be a part of that. I’m going to make you into the best toy ever for CJ. He’ll be able to play with you until his heart’s content.”
The Williams family are now sobbing. Sasha is looking at CJ, who’s crying with his eyes tightly closed.
“The great Cody Williams,” he continues to muse. “The perfect teddy for the perfect boy. But first, I’m going to need to stuff you, aren’t I?”
SeeSaw grabs a knife and slowly begins cutting up Cody’s arm, slicing it wide open. The screams he makes are knee trembling. He’s screaming in agony, but looks towards his family between every blood curdling yell.
“Argh, don’t watch,” he begs.
Mr. Make Believe begins stuffing him with fluff, pushing it against the blood, bones, and tendons in his arm.
“SeeSaw!” A voice comes from almost no-where. It startles him. It belongs to Sasha, who has somehow managed to bite through the tape over her mouth.
He stops what he’s doing and walks over, removing it properly.
“Yes, my dear?”
She flutters her eyelids and despite the tears, makes the best of it.
“Have you ever kissed a woman?” She asks, surprising him. “Have you ever made love to a woman?”
Like a nervous boy, he shakes his head.
“Before you do what’s best for our family, why don’t you kiss me?” She asks, almost daringly.
That takes Mr. Make Believe back. He thinks about that. He’s nervous, as you’d expect. This would surely be his first ever kiss.
He slowly steps in and arches his head towards hers, planting the softest, most delicate kiss upon her lips.
AND SHE FUCKING BITES HIM!
SHE BITES HIS FUCKING LIP!
HE SCREAMS, YELLS, PULLS BACKWARD AND STUMBLES TO THE FLOOR!
“YOU BIT ME!” HE SCREAMS CHILDISHLY.
Sasha spits the blood out, letting some drool down her mouth.
SeeSaw angrily gets back to his feet and rushes over to her, slapping her as hard as he can in the face – so hard in fact that her chair tumbles over with her in it.
“Look what you made me do!” He yells, upset, holding his lip. “Why did you make me do that!?”
He turns around and heads back towards Cody.
BOOT TO THE FACE!
CODY WILLIAMS WITH A FUCKING BOOT TO THE FACE!
The Reflection rolls off the table having stumbled SeeSaw. He quickly grabs the nearest thing he can find – a scalpel and stabs it into the shoulder of Mr. Make Believe.
Again.
Again.
Again.
There’s blood everywhere.
SeeSaw falls backwards onto his ass, holding his bloodied shoulder. Cody is stumbling, his arm cut to shreds and blood pouring out of it. He’s as white as a sheet, but adrenaline is keeping him going.
His fucking family is keeping him going.
“Fine!” SeeSaw shouts like an unhappy child. “You can have them! They weren’t much fun to play with anyway!”
Cody walks over, putting the scalpel to SeeSaw’s throat.
“Fuck… you…”
“Don’t,” interrupts Sasha. Her restraints were broken by the fall. She stumbles over to her husband. “Please, don’t. This isn’t you, Cody. Take us home, please, take us far away from Old School Wrestling.”
Williams nods, allowing her to help him back to his feet. He steps backwards, before lunging forward with a giant boot to the face that knocks SeeSaw clean out.
Then he falls to his knees.
Sasha rushes over to CJ and unties him, before all three collectively hug in the middle of the Toy Box.
“Let’s get out of here,” Williams says, somehow getting back to his feet with his family.
They head towards the exit, not looking back at the unconscious SeeSaw for even one moment.
Cut.
Three Months Later.
The sound of party horns and poppers greet us at the picturesque home of the Williams Family.
Inside, Cody, CJ and Sasha are celebrating with close friends and family having survived the ordeal of their lives. Cody has his arm surgically repaired, and has it wrapped, and his wife and son look truly happy.
Behind him on the wall, a large banner stretches across the room.
“Happy Retirement!”
The sounds of clapping, cheering and celebrating is all we hear as we fade to a cut.
PYRE vs. SIMON
The referee signals for the bell to ring and after briefly circling each other the competitors lock up.
Simon quickly transitions behind Pyre into a waist lock. Pyre can’t escape Simon’s clutches, and finds herself trapped in a side headlock. Small flames flicker from her fingers in frustration, and Simon wrenches it in, whispering something into her ear.
“Now, don’t do anything that you might regret…”
Pyres flames die out and she bear hugs Simon around the waist, backing him into the ropes and whips him across the ring.
Simon is running the ropes now as Pyre drops flat under Simon, then Pyre leapfrogs Simon on the rebound, and after Simon bounces off the ropes again he is met with a picture perfect dropkick square to the chin and he’s knocked down!
They exchange a glance again and the action slows down as they tie up again. Simon twists Pyre’s arm and sneaks behind her with a wrist lock. Simon leans into her again and is about to say something but Pyre cartwheels out and arm drags Simon across the ring!
Simon rushes Pyre—PUMP KICK! Simon knocks her down with the kick to the head! He has her mounted from behind in a full nelson.
SLAM!
Simon drives Pyre face-first into the mat!
SLAM!
And again! He wrenches back and puts more pressure on Pyre’s neck as she flails her arms in pain.
STUNNER!
Simon releases Pyre from his grip after she jolts him back a few steps allowing her a moment to recollect herself—
SUPERKICK!
Pyre knocks Simon back, but he’s still standing…
ANOTHER SUPERKICK!!
Simon bounces off the ropes and stumbles back towards Pyre who’s setting up for the trifecta—
SUPERKI—NO!
Pyre went to the well once too often and Simon caught Pyres foot this time.
DRAGONSCREW TAKEDOWN!
Simon nearly twisted Pyre’s leg in two, and she’s down clutching her knee!
As Pyre lays on her back Simon lifts her leg up and drops an ELBOW to her bad knee—
ANOTHER ELBOW TO THE KNEE—
AND A THIRD ELBOW!
Pyre clutches her knee and yelps out in agony after Simon finishes a trifecta of his own. Pyre crawls to the corner to create some separation from Simon…
Big mistake. Simon is raining knee drops onto Pyres bad knee in the corner now as the ref counts to five, forcing Simon to step off for a moment.
Pyre is not in a good way. Simon scoops Pyre up and locks her bad knee over the top turnbuckle—TREE OF WOE!
Pyre dangles upside down as Simon circles back to the opposite corner. He charges Pyre and connects with a huge dropkick to Pyre’s knee, the force unhooking Pyre from the turnbuckle and sending her crashing to the mat below.
Simon isn’t done. He drags Pyre to the middle of the ring—steps over her leg—twists her bad knee—and hooks her foot!
FIGURE FOUR! Simon has Pyre locked in!
Pyre reaches out to the ropes, but they’re too far away. She’s writhing in pain, she grabs her head and then reaches out… No! She won’t tap!
Simon twists harder on Pyre’s knee!
Im desperation Pyre rocks to her left—
Then to her right—
And back to the left again with all her might…
REVERSAL!
They’re on their stomachs now and Pyre is putting the pressure on Simon, who quickly releases the Pyre to avoid damage.
Both competitors are tiring out with Pyre worse for wear. Simon approaches Pyre and bends down—
INSIDE CRADLE! Pyre has Simon pinned—
ONE!
TWO!!
NO! Simon kicks out.
Up to their feet now—
GAMBIT!
The spinning backfist by Simon drops Pyre, and he covers—
ONE!
TWO!!
…
NO!! Pyre gets a shoulder up!
Simon’s had enough and he’s looking to finish this. Simon picks up Pyre and places her atop the turnbuckle and climbs up with her.
He tucks her head under his arm and drapes her arm over his neck.
He hooks her bad leg…
He’s thinking AVALANCHE SIMONPLEX!
He lifts up—
NO! Pyre sandbags him!
Simon tries again—
…
Another sandbag!
Pyre parries Simon to unravel him off her and boots him in the face—and again! A TRIFECTA OF BOOTS sends Simon crashing to the mat below.
Pyre looks to the crowd. The house is on its feet chanting for Pyre! They know what comes next when She ascends to the top rope…
DOUBLE MIDDLE FINGERS!
Pyre flipped Simon off behind his back, and now she leaps towards Simon into a 360 rotation as he slowly, gingerly turns–
DANCING FLAMES!
The eclipse connects and Simon pops straight up into the air before crashing to the mat! Pyre hooks both legs for the cover as the crowd counts with the ref—
ONE!
…
TWO!!
…
…
THREE!!!
The ref raises Pyre’s arm high in victory after she manages to best the taskmaster on the big stage!
bMf & SIMON
After that gruelling match, Simon and Pyre exhaustedly get back to their feet. They share a look, but that look is soon interrupted.
The nurses all gathered ’round…”
“And they gazed in wide wonder
At the joy they had found…”
The guitar riff opening of ‘Bad to the Bone’ interrupts their look, causing them both to turn their attention to the entrance ramp.
Luke Storm and Zero soon appear, making their way to the ring with a purpose. The latter appears to have his arm mended and operational.
They both slide in and immediately jump Simon.
With right and left hands, they pummel him into the corner, slamming him with as much power as they can muster. Zero pulls Simon out of the corner and whips him straight into a Clothesline by Hollywood Luke Storm.
Storm angrily grabs a microphone as Zero stomps away at The Taskmaster.
“Did you really think we’d let you use us?” Luke screams. “Did you think we’d let you get away with using her?”
Pyre finally steps in, pushing Zero away. She demands that he stops, much to the confusion of Luke Storm.
“You don’t get it,” she pleads. “He didn’t just set me up.”
“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?” Zero asks back.
“He…” she stammers. “He… He forced me to marry him.”
That shocks everyone.
Everyone.
Through their shock and the pin-drop silence in The Slaughterhouse, we can hear only one thing.
That’s the laughter of Simon.
The Taskmaster gets back to his knees, bleeding from his mouth after that attack – but that doesn’t stop him laughing.
“We’ll never work for you,” Storm blurts out. “Not for as long as you’ve forced her hand in marriage or otherwise.”
“Did you really think I ever expected that you would?” Simon queries with a raised eyebrow. “Viper Roberts is at the top of the mountain and his ace in the hole is bMf. Well, if I couldn’t have you and you made that clear, I needed to cause disruption.”
He rolls to the outside and smirks.
Static.
Pitch Black.
No hope, no aim, only damnation
We are the bad randoms
And we won’t cooperate
A troll trio
We’re impossible to tame
Bad randoms
You know the ones you love to hate
Not here to be your friends, just here to cause you pain!”
“We Won’t Cooperate” by The Bad Randoms suddenly hits and the speakers and we’ve absolutely no idea what’s going on.
When the lights come back on, three new people are stood in the middle of the ring – one is wearing skates, one has a skateboard and the other has a scooter!
The woman immediately decks Pyre!
SPINNING HEEL KICK TO THE FACE WITH ROLLER SKATES!
A FULL POWERED SKATEBOARD SHOT TO THE SKULL OF ZERO!
SCOOTER SWUNG STRAIGHT INTO THE GUT OF LUKE STORM!
Simon laughs hysterically on the outside as bMf get taken apart in the middle of the ring!
“Pyre, allow me to introduce you to Ether, the Granddaughter of the very famous Dante Wallace. Zero, it seems you’ve met Tag and Luke, say hello to Wiz.”
He pulls himself onto the ring apron.
“They call themselves Jet Set Radio and I’m not sure if you can hear the music, but it’s deafening. You should’ve taken me up on my offer, because now, they’re going to make your life a misery.”
Suddenly, a portal opens and Sigil steps through it, grabbing Zero by the heel and dragging him off.
Simon raises an eyebrow, and shrugs.
What the fuck was that?
Cut.
THE IMPALER vs. SANCTUS BELLATOR ©
Sanctus Bellator pours holy water over himself as the match is set to begin! Impaler, however, merely smirks in his corner!
Impaler stalks around the ring, watching as Sanctus tosses the now empty bottle aside! Sanctus rushes in and throws a wild haymaker that Impaler catches! Bellator’s face meets Impaler’s knee as Legion imposes his strength on the smaller man! Sanctus is rocked and he tries to pull away but Impaler nails another knee!
FLAPJACK ONTO THE ROPES! BELLATOR GOES NECK FIRST ACROSS THE TOP ROPE!
The Holy Warrior sputters and gasps as he tries to get to his feet again!
ADAM SMASHER! HIGH POWERED LARIAT! IMPALER’S ARM CATCHES SANCTUS RIGHT IN THE THROAT AND TURNS HIM INSIDE OUT!
The Impaler gloats as he walks around, begging for Sanctus to stand up again!
ADAM SMASHER- NO! ARM OF GOD! BELLATOR CATCHES THE LARIAT AND LOCKS IN LA MISTICA!
Impaler writhes in pain as Bellator wrenches on that arm with all of his strength! He’s trying to break Impaler’s fucking arm!
BLACK MASS! THAT SHADOWY MASS OF TENDRILS APPEARS ON SANCTUS’ FACE ONCE MORE AND HE’S FORCED TO ROLL AWAY! HE’S REACHING FOR HIS HOLY WATER!
He fumbles with the bottles, quickly dousing himself in the liquid! He’s blinded!
AND IMPALER CAPITALIZES! KICK TO THE GUT! HE HAULS HIM UP FOR THE NIGHT CITY BLACKOUT! RUNNING SINGLE SHOULDER POWERBOMB SENDS BELLATOR OVER THE FUCKING ROPES TO THE CONCRETE OUTSIDE!
Sanctus lands with a sickening crack! Bottles of holy water shatter from his belt and cover the Holy Warrior in shards of broken glass!
Impaler grabs the referee! But he’s not urging a count?
NO! THE LEGION IS HERE! IMPALER’S BRETHREN HAVE INVADED THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! THE REFEREE IS DISTRACTED!
The Legion members go to grab Sanctus! But they can’t! He’s covered in holy water and it burns their skin to the touch!
HEADBUTT!
HAYMAKER!
ROUNDHOUSE!
BELLATOR IS UNLEASHING ALL OF HIS ANGER AS HE LAYS INTO THE LEGION!
The holy water keeps them down as their skin burns and bubbles! Bellator takes them down as fast as they can get to him!
ONE LEGIONNAIRE IS FIGHTING THROUGH! HE GRABS SANCTUS! CHOKESLAM ONTO THE APRON!
The final legion member sinks to the ground as the water seeps into his clothing and Impaler finally ditches the referee! He slides outside and grabs Bellator, rolling him back in! He covers!
ONE!
…
…
TWO!
…
…
THREE!
IMPALER PUT SANCTUS DOWN!
The Dread Pirate Roberts stands above Sanctus, smiling down at him smugly!
But wait, the referee is shaking his head!
SANCTUS’ FOOT WAS ON THE ROPES! IMPALER CAN’T BELIEVE IT!
LEG SWEEP BY BELLATOR!
Impaler falls to a knee as Sanctus kips up!
DARK WISH! SUPERKICK TO THE KNEELING IMPALER! SHADES OF SOLOMON RHODES!
Impaler hits the mat and Bellator rushes to the turnbuckle!
TERRA TREMUIT! DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP! IMPALER JUST GOT HIS CHEST CAVED IN! SANCTUS COVERS!
ONE!
…
…
TWO!
…
…
NO! IMPALER THROWS UP A SHOULDER!
The Impaler throws Sanctus off, falling back on his strength as Bellator busts out all the stops! The Templar is quick to his feet! He hits the ropes!
PUNT KICK BY BELLATOR TO IMPALER!
NO!
IMPALER CATCHES THE KICK AND STANDS UP! BLACK MIST TO THE EYES OF SANCTUS! THE BURNING MIST BLINDS HIM AND IMPALER GRABS HIM! LEG TRAP CHOKE SLAM PLANTS BELLATOR IN THE MAT!
The Impaler is standing tall and he watches in glee as Sanctus’ face once again begins to sport that writhing black mass! But he’s out of holy water! He can’t fight it off!
The Chosen One rises to his feet, walking towards The Impaler who has his arms outstretched!
CRACK!
SANCTUS SMASHES A BOTTLE OF HOLY WATER INTO IMPALER’S FACE! HE HAD ONE LAST BOTTLE HIDDEN ON HIS PERSON!
Impaler yells in agony as the water soaks his mask! It’s burning him! Sanctus grabs his head!
HEADBUTT!
HEADBUTT!
HEADBUTT!
HEADBUTT!
HEADBUTT!
BLOOD AND HOLY WATER SPLASH SANCTUS’ FACE! THE BLACK MASS SHRINKS AWAY ONCE AGAIN!
Impaler is wobbly on his feet and Sanctus yells out!
SUPERKICK! A SECOND DARKWISH! IMPALER GETS CRACKED IN THE JAW AND FALLS BACK INTO THE ROPES!
ADAM SMASHER! HE UNLEASHES A DEVESTATING LARIAT! BOTH MEN HIT THE GROUND AND NEITHER ARE MOVING!
The Referee checks on both men! He begins to count! This could end in a draw!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT- THERE’S MOVEMENT! BELLATOR IS CRAWLING TO THE ROPES!
The Holy Warrior is scaling them! He gets to the top-
AND IMPALER IS UP TO! HE CLIMBS AFTER SANCTUS! BOTH MEN ARE T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-TEETERING ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!
BLACK MIST TO THE EYES AGAIN! IMPALER HAULS SANCTUS UP!
SOUL KILLER- NO! SANCTUS REVERSES IT!
SUPER!
DISCIPLE!
MAKER!
CANADIAN DESTROYER RIGHT OFF THE TOP ROPE!
MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON HIS SOUL! BELLATOR HAS JUST KILLED THIS WITH FIRE!
The ring shakes under their impact and Bellator throws an arm over Impaler!
ONE!
…
…
TWO!
…
…
THREE!
The Holy Warrior perseveres! Despite all the mind games, all the dirty tactics, he is STILL the OSW Rewind Champion!
SANCTUS BELLATOR
SANCTUS BELLATOR & THE IMPALER
Sanctus Bellator may have been victorious, but he’s in no celebrating mood. He approaches The Impaler, who lays unconscious on the canvas.
“This ends tonight,” Sanctus says, attempting to turn over The Dread Pirate.
Just then, The Impaler lunges forward with his mask in hand, slamming it into the face of Sanctus Bellator!
The Rewind Champion recoils, falling back to the canvas as the tendrils of the mask reach around his face.
“I told you that it had to be you,” The Maskless Impaler now says, standing up. “You’re the inheritor.”
Sanctus tries to fight it, desperately reaching around the mask – but he can’t seem to stop it from enveloping his mask and his face.
Darkness.
Just then, the lights go out.
When the lights come back on, everyone is gone.
Everyone.
And abruptly, we cut.
CAEL GABLE vs. VIPER ROBERTS ©
The Viper has slithered his way into his position of power, and now finds himself standing face to face with Cael Gable. In a twist of events that sees both men as hated as each other, the Slaughterhouse Crowd is as loud as it’s ever been. This is Red Snow… and all through the Slaughterhouse, all creatures in attendance want blood.
The OSW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP is hoisted into the air as the bell tolls, and both Viper Roberts and Cael Gable slowly close in on each other, circling and sizing each other up as the Slaughterhouse crowd boo the pair of them.
When they do lock horns, it is the Olympian that tries to gain the upper hand early, using his amateur expertise to turn the test of strength to his advantage. But the Viper has other ideas, smirking as HE SPITS A CLOUD OF GOD ONLY KNOWS WHAT INTO GABLE’S FACE!
SNAKE OIL! VIPER ROBERTS HAD IT COCKED AND LOADED FROM THE GET GO!
GABLE IS BLINDED!
THE REFEREE IS STILL SORTING OUT THE CHAMPIONSHIP BELT AND HAS NO IDEA WHAT’S GOING ON!
VIPER ROBERTS ROLLS UP CAEL GABLE FOR THE QUICK FALL AS THE REF TURNS!
ONE…
…
…
TW-NO!
GABLE KICKS OUT!
The little heart-stopping moment sets the momentum of the match. Roberts slithers away as Gable pulls himself to his feet, wiping his eyes to free his vision. Again they lock horns and again, Viper tries to slip out of it by moving behind Gable. But Gable turns…
AND HE PUMMELS VIPER ROBERTS WITH A LARIAT THAT SENDS HIM INTO THE ROPES!
VIPER REBOUNDS INTO A SWIFT HIP TOSS THAT HAS HIM IN THE CENTRE OF THE RING!
AND CAEL GABLE HAS A WRISTLOCK LOCKED IN!
Viper Roberts eyes scream of pain but he squirms to release the pressure on the hold. Cael Gable keep a hold of the wrist but pulls Roberts to his feet.
DOUBLE ARM SUPLEX FROM CAEL GABLE!
HE’S TOSSING THE CHAMP AROUND WITH EASE!
AND NOW IT’S GABLE’S TURN TO LOOK FOR A FALL!
HE’S GOT THE LEG HOOKED!
…
BUT VIPER KIICKS OUT WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A ONE COUNT!
Gable is on his feet quickly, expecting Roberts to follow suit. But Roberts remains prone, still and lifeless. Gable approaches, only to be hit with a SIT UP THROAT THRUST AS HE BENDS DOWN!
CAEL GABLE STAGGERS BACKWARDS, GASPING FOR AIR!
VIPER ROBERTS WAS PLAYING POSSUM, THE OLDEST TRICK IN THE BOOK AND GABLE FELL FOR IT!
ODE TO THE SNAKE!
THE DDT PLANTS CAEL GABLE!
Viper Roberts smirks as he waits for his foe to come to. He’s aware, watching Gable’s every move and waiting for his chance to strike the ultimate strike. The Slaughterhouse crowd boo their disapproval ad Gable slowly rises.
SNAKEBITE! VIPER WAS WAITING FOR HIM!
THE WRAP-AROUND NECKBREAKER!
CAEL GABLE’S HEAD BOUNCES OFF THE MAT AGAIN! HE STOOD NO CHANCE!
THIS COULD BE IT!
BUT VIPER DOESN’T PIN HIM!
The whole crowd’s attention is carried momentarily away from the ring as a familiar sound blares out of the Slaughterouse speakers. A sound that seems to bring Cael Gable to, but with his eyes wide in shock.
The slow driving sound that can mean the arrival of only one being. The Dark Sails Theme plays…
AND HERE IS ISRAEL FUCKING GRIMWOLF!
SHOCKED SILENCE… THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE IS STUNNED!
GRIMWOLF IS HERE!
VIPER ROBERTS CAN’T BELIEVE IT!
CAEL GABLE DEFINITELY CAN’T BELIEVE IT!
BUT HERE HE COMES!
Captain Israel steps out onto the ramp, staring at the ring, a glint in his eye. He draws his rapier and charges towards the ring!
THIS IS NOW A THREE WAY DANCE FOR THE OSW CHAMPIONSHIP!
Grimwolf makes a beeline for one man, Cael Gable. Gable’s jaw hasn’t closed, and his eyes still can’t take in what he’s seeing, so he’s a ship dead in the water for Grimwolf. The rapier is ditched as he slides into the ring and CLOCKS GABLE WITH A RIGHT HOOK FULL OF RAGE!
THE PAIR ARE TRADING BLOWS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AND VIPER ROBERTS HAS CONVENIENTLY SNUCK HIS WAY TO RINGSIDE!
SHOT AFTER SHOT AFTER SHOT!
CAEL GABLE AND ISRAEL GRIMWOLF ARE GOING AT IT!
Gable finally succumbs, Grimwolf’s adrenaline too much for the Olympian to handle and a particularly nasty uppercut sends Cael into the turnbuckle.
THEN GABLE IS KEELHAULED!
THE ELBOW HITS SQUARELY AND CAEL GABLE DROPS LIKE A TON OF BRICKS!
AND NOW GRIMWOLF IS STOMPING HOLES IN HIS CHEST LIKE SQUISHING RATS ABOARD THE POOP DECK!
CAEL GABLE IS BEING PUMMELED AND HAS NOTHING IN RETURN!
Soon, Gable looks like he has been stomped and pummeled into submission, and Grimwolf grabs him by the ankle, dragging him towards the center of the ring.
BUT FROM RINGSIDE, VIPER ROBERTS TRIPS GRIMWOLF AND THE PIRATE GOES DOWN!
HE DASHES INTO THE RING, PUNCTUATING THE TRIP WITH A PUNT KICK TO THE SKULL AS ISRAEL TRIES TO RISE!
CAEL GABLE IS OUT!
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF HAS HAD HIS BRAINS SCRAMBLED!
AND VIPER ROBERTS SMIRKS ONCE MORE IN THE CORNER!
But he does not advance, he waits and watches. Slowly, Grimwolf rises. As does Gable. Viper Roberts is keeping the fight contained to the pair, and his plan is working perfectly. Gable and Grimwolf groggily begin squaring off against each other again, with Grimwolf whipping Gable into the turnbuckle opposite where Roberts waits.
GRIMWOLF FLIES TOWARDS THE TURNBUCKLE, LINING GABLE UP WITH EVERYTHING HE’S GOT!
BUT GABLE DIVES OUT OF THE WAY AND GRIMWOLF FINDS NOTHING BUT STEEL!
HE BOUNCES OFF THE TURNBUCKLE AND STAGGERS BACK INTO THE RING!
PUGHPLEX!
CAEL GABLE HITS HIS FOE WITH THE STALLING SUPLEX, PUNCTUATING HIS DOWNFALL WITH THE CUTTER!
GRIMWOLF IS DOWN!
BUT IN AN INSTANT, SO IS GABLE!
VIPER ROBERTS HIT HIM WITH A VICIOUS LARIAT ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
AND ROBERTS SLINKS BACK TO THE CORNER!
Grimwolf somehow drags himself to a vertical base first. This time, he steps over the body of Cael Gable, slowly stirring on the ground and charges at Viper Roberts.
Roberts sees him coming and readies himself for the fight, but HE TOO IS KEELHAULED FOR HIS TROUBLES!
VIPER ROBERTS FALLS BACKWARDS AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLE AND SLUMPS DOWN!
Israel Grimwolf then turns his attention back towards his once first-mate. By now, Gable is staggering to his feet.
DEAD MAN’S CHEST!
THE HEART PUNCH STOPS GABLE DEAD IN HIS TRACKS!
HE SLUMPS WHERE HE STANDS!
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF SETS UP THE PIN AND THE REFEREE SLIDES IN TO COUNT IT!
…
…
ONE!
…
…
TWO!
…
…
HAS HE DONE IT?!
…
…
THREE!
YES HE HAS!
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF HAS WON!
The referee retrieves the belt from ringside and hands it to The Terror of the Seven Seas. Grimwolf holds it high above his head.
YOUR WINNER… AND NEEEEEEEEEEW OSW WORLD CHAMPION. ISRAEL GRIMWOLF!
Somehow, someway, Israel Grimwolf has fought the odds to even be here. And now he stands atop the mountain. He’s taken down Cael Gable, he taken the belt from under the Viper’s nose and stands as your New OSW Champion. Merry fucking Christmas, Israel Grimwolf.
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF
SANCTUS BELLATOR & THE IMPALER
A church.
The absolute middle of no-where.
Sanctus Bellator finds himself tied to a cross, struggling against the restraints that keep him there.
The Impaler finds himself in a similar situation, although he’s not struggling.
Between them…
Sir Renault.
“You’re lucky we made a deal,” he says musing over a struggling Sanctus. “Or else this may have turned out badly for you.”
“What do you mean, a deal?” Impaler questions, frustration in his voice.
“He could feel the corruption taking over and came to me for help. He wanted to make sure that someone had his back, had you succeeded.”
“No,” Impaler interrupts. “Please, don’t…”
Renault picks up a claw like device and places it over the face of Sanctus, connecting to the mask.
“This is going to hurt,” he warns, before yanking the mask forcibly from the face of Sanctus Bellator.
The Rewind Champion screams in agony as the tendrils release, sucking all the previous poison out with it. Renault walks it over to The Impaler and stands over him, ready to give the mask back.
“I don’t want it,” he begs. “Please, just discard of it.”
Renault chuckles to himself.
“I could do that,” Darth Jesus muses. “I could end the legacy of Legion right here, right now.”
Sanctus now murmurs, coming back into consciousness.
“But you came after Sanctus and that requires atonement. Consider this payment for your sins.”
The Impaler screams as Renault places the mask back on his face and the tendrils clasp around it, locking on to their former host.
The screaming soon becomes silence and Renault heads back to Bellator, helping him out of his restraints and down off his cross.
“Thank you,” Bellator says softly, without energy – exhausted.
“We’ve chosen to fight evil in God’s name. The word and the warrior have combined to deliver a message,” Renault says. “Vayikra.”
“HE called,” Bellator confirms.
Cut.
DEATHMATCH
VOYNICH © vs. SIGIL ©
A plethora of portals open up everywhere around the Slaughterhouse. Around the ring, near the ceiling, towards the ramps. All but one show strange and distant lands aside from the one high above the ring where we see a lone locker room in the heart of the Slaughterhouse.
For a brief moment, we see a glimpse of a red hood before the Void Walker vanishes. He appears in split second frames 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 but in the moment before he closes them all, a handsome figure dives through the one high above the ring.
The Collector looking up just at the last moment at the speeding bullet flying down upon him
FALL OF ISHTAR!
LARIAT FROM FUCKING HELL!
Voynich nearly takes Sigil’s damn head off with that tremendous clothesline but the Collector’s pain is just beginning as he’s peeled off the mat and driven back down with a huge right hook before Voynich underhooks both arms and begins to tee off knee after knee to the skull of Sigil. The mask may protect him but he still feels the anger and wrath with each blow, a particularly nasty knee rocking the Collector before he finds himself lifted high in the air
MONOLIT…
COSMIC LEAP!
Portals among Portals begin to appear around the ring, the Void Walker zipping between each one as he tries to disorientate and confuse Voynich but he knows Sigil far too well as Sigil appears behind him
FINITE..BLOCKED! But a return right hand meets air as Sigil vanishes again. Zipping around the ring once more, Voynich ducks under another Finite
ISHTAR’S GATE…HITS AIR as a portal appears underneath Voynich
AND HE’S DRAGGED DOWN INTO THE DEPTHS!
Sigil chuckles as he leaps up onto the top rope, flicking his wrist before he dives forward
Voynich plummeting to the ground from high above RIGHT INTO A FLYING KICK TO THE JAW!
Voynich is sent flying into the corner before Sigil rushes forward, laying into Voynich with everything he has. Fists, elbows, forearms, knees, kicks, headbutts.
INTRODUCING THE YOUNG MAN ONCE MORE TO HIS COLLECTION!
Voynich staggers out into a claw but he manages to fight out of being delivered down a long road before a stiff right drops him down to one knee for a moment
AS HE THEN TELLS SIGIL TO FUCK OFF WITH A MASSIVE RISING ELBOW
The Collector staggers back before he’s kneed in the gut as he’s double underhooked for a moment
LIFTING DOUBLE KNEE FACEBUSTER!
Sigil crashes to the mat as Voynich breaths heavily for a moment before slowly rising up to the top rope.
The Best Kept Secret breaths deep, steeling his nerves before diving off
DIVING FOOT STOMP TO THE HEAD!
Sigil looks dazed and confused but the dawn of his death is not yet as Voynich backs up, rolling his shoulder as he’s signalling for another brutal blow, rushing forward as the Collector stumbles up to his feet
SUPERMAN PUNCH
FROM BOTH MEN!
The fists of fury hit flush as both men stagger back, Voynich backing into the ropes as he rebounds
ISHTAR’S GATE…
SWEEP THE LEG SIGIL!
The Collector drops down, taking out Voynich’s right knee in the process as he floats over to the back, raising up his right hand high
MERCI…VOYNICH CATCHES THE HAND!
The attempt at the chop fails as Voynich powers the hand high in the air, his body trembling with rage as he spins around
ISHTAR’S GATE!
The spinning Lariat damn near takes Sigil’s head off but Voynich isn’t done as he powers Sigil high up into the air
MONOLITH!
The Collector gets spiked into the mat but Voynich doesn’t let up, pulling Sigil up once more
FALLING JAWBREAKER!
Sigil lands on his ass as Voynich staggers back, stunned for a moment before Sigil rushes forward, delivering a stiff spinning heel kick to the jaw that rocks Voynich. Sigil backs up once more, rushing forward for the killer blow
LEAPING SUPERKICK…IS CAUGHT!
Voynich throws Sigil away, delivering a hard kick to the gut before gripping him by the head
PANDEMONIUM’S CURSE!
IMPLANT D D FUCKING T!
In any other match that’d be it but Sigil still somehow has fight left in him, as Voynich knows he has to go to some extreme lengths to take him out here tonight.
The Best Kept Secret rolls out of the ring, lifting up the ring apron as he searches for a weapon he can use. He pulls out a steel chair which he throws into the ring before finding the weapon he needs
A wooden table.
Voynich slides the table into the ring but before he can slide inside, he finds a steel chair wrapped around his spine. Sigil drives the chair over and over into the Best Kept Secret before turning to the table.
He sets it up in the middle of the ring before grabbing a small container from his satchel and emptying it’s contents on the wood.
He wouldn’t….
The Collector then pulls a small metal object from his side and tosses it at the table
As it explodes into flames
Sigil peels Voynich up off the mat, dragging the young man to the corner before pulling him up to the middle rope by his damn hair. Voynich is dazed on the ropes before he’s gripped around the throat
GOOZLE…NO!
Voynich fights out with hard rights and a brutal headbutt that staggers Sigil before he climbs up top with the Collector. Wrapping one arm around his shoulder, he dives off
SIDE SLAM
THROUGH
THE
FLAMING
TABLE!!!
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
The wood explodes in a ball of flames as both men scream in agony on the mat, both men getting the brunt of that fire, the Collector only saved from permanent injury thanks to his cloak, but he’s still hurting and prime for the kill but can Voynich capitalize after such a blow?
The Best Kept Secret slowly gets to his feet, willing away the pain as he grips Sigil around the head, looking for the Eighth Wonder but as he rushes forward, Sigil slips out
SUPERKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Voynich staggers back, eyes glazed as Sigil picks up his fallen satchel, opening it wide as he looks for the perfect artifact to end Voynich.
BUT VOYNICH IS THERE TO ROUNDHOUSE KICK IT OUT OF SIGIL’S HAND!
The satchel goes flying, sending various items and weapons scattering across the ring as Voynich uses the distraction to deliver another hard kick to the face that drops the Collector to his knees.
Voynich backs up, looking to attempt the Hammerstone once more as he rushes forward
RIGHT INTO A CROWBAR TO THE FUCKING FACE!
Sigil rises to his feet, that blood red killer twirling in his hands and from the callous, almost maniacal laughs echoing from the Collector, a sickening smile has to be etched upon his face.
Sigil rushes forward, swinging wildly with heavy strikes that Voynich just barely dodges before he picks up a badly damaged barbed wire bat. Voynich raises it high before it’s snapped in two by the brutal steel.
Voynich dodges and weaves but a feint shot to the left allows Sigil to drive the crowbar deep into Voynich’s side as the Best Kept Secret screams out in pain. He tries to back up but he’s backed up into the corner as Sigil chuckles sadistically once more.
BEFORE UNLEASHING A FURIOUS ONSLAUGHT UPON VOYNICH
Shot after shot reign upon Voynich who tries to endure but steel upon flesh never ends well for flesh as Voynich is quickly bloodied and busted open with a wild shot to the jaw before Sigil leaps off the ropes
AND DRIVES IT INTO VOYNICH’S RIGHT ARM WITH A SICKENING CRACK!
The Best Kept Secret screams in agony as that damn crowbar snaps his arm damn near in two, laying limp by his side as he scrambles with his left for anything to protect him before finding a small item.
A ring.
Sigil laughs, watching Voynich slide it onto his finger as he twirls the crowbar around in the air
“You ain’t got a hope of a chance to win, just lay down and die boy”
Voynich’s eyes focus as a slight blue light emanates from the ring
“Hope is all I’ve got left”
SIGIL GOES FLYING THROUGH THE AIR INTO THE BUCKLES!
Voynich rises to his feet, a blue aura enveloping him as Sigil rushes forward. The crowbar hits wildly but can’t get past the shield of Hope as Voynich grips it one hand and tosses it away into the satchel which seals itself up before Voynich tosses it out of the ring with a push of his hand.
Sigil backs up, not wanting anything to do with superpowered Voynich but as the ring regenerates his broken bones, The Best Kept Secret slides it off his finger before tossing it away as it flies off into the night.
Voynich rolls his shoulder, feeling out his repaired arm before with a scowl etched upon his face,
Beckons Sigil to come get some.
Both men rush forward, uttering a gutteral yell into the air as they rush forward, fists a flying as rights and lefts go slicing through the air
Left jab
Right Hook
Knee to the midsection
Spinning Kick to the side of the head
Both men empty out their damn tanks here, like it’s the last thing they’ll do on this earth and by god they’re going down swinging
And for one of these two men, that may well be true.
Sigil ducks under a wild haymaker, drilling Voynich with a leaping knee to the jaw before trying to send him across the ring but Voynich manages to reverse the Irish Whip
Sigil ducks underneath the Lariat attempt, slingshotting off the ropes
SNAP LEAPING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!
Voynich gets nearly folded over from that shot as Sigil signals for the end, backing up into the corner as he looks to walk amongst the Planes once more.
Voynich slowly rises to his feet as Sigil sprints forward
PLANESWALKER…
MISSES!
Voynich turns as he expects to see Sigil having slammed into the buckles but he only sees a portal closing, the Best Kept Secret looking left and right for where Sigil will appear
But he doesn’t look up
DEATH FROM ABOVE
PLANESTOMPER!
Sigil nearly caved in Voynich’s skull but even that wasn’t enough. The young man still stirring as he spits out a glob of blood onto the mat, refusing to die to the man he despises so much. Sigil just shakes his head, astounded at the lengths he has to go to finally end his eternal rival.
Sigil pulls Voynich up to his feet but the Best Kept Secret is still fighting as he explodes forward
ISHTAR’S GATE! Voynich holds on, pulling Sigil up to his feet
A SECOND!
A THIRD!
SPINNING ISHTAR’S GATE!
Sigil is out on his feet as Voynich rushes to the ropes, climbing onto the apron before flipping over, rushing forward
RIGHT INTO FINITE!
The Best Kept Secret is out on his feet as Sigil spins around, gripping him around the waist before Cosmic Leaping high into the air
TEN FEET
TWENTY FEET
THIRTY FEET
HIGH UP INTO THE RAFTERS BEFORE PLUMMETING DOWN
VOYNICH’S
JOURNEY
HAS
FINALLY
…………..
…………….
NO
VOYNICH SLIPS OUT LIFTING SIGIL HIGH IN THE AIR
PEAK
OF
EVEREST!
BRAINBUSSTTTTTAAAAAA!!
Both men crash to the mat, Sigil slumping down in a sicking splat. Voynich breathing heavily as the referee checks on the Collector who’s still breathing but unconscious finally as the bell is called.
The Best Kept Secret does it once more at Red Snow as he went through absolute hell to beat Sigil once more but can he truly end his life for good?
SIGIL, VOYNICH, THE TERRORS & BLACK SKULL
They’ve beaten each other black and blue.
But Voynich is desperate to end this once and for all.
He slowly gets back to his feet, grabbing Sigil by the mask. He’s determined to end this and remove it!
The Best Kept Secret clutches at the bottom, wrenching on it.
“I want to see your face!” He roars, tugging relentlessly at the bottom of the mask to try and pull it from Sigil’s face. “I want to see your eyes when I fucking end you.”
Flash.
Suddenly, Sigil is gone.
Voynich stares around in disbelief. He didn’t portal. He didn’t escape, but somehow, he’s gone.
The Hall of Skulls.
Sigil reappears in the middle of the Hall of Skulls, kneeling defeated, surrounded by The Terrors and Black Skull.
This was their plan all along.
It wasn’t for Voynich to kill Sigil.
It was for Voynich to weaken Sigil enough that they could kill him.
The Black Skull approaches, grabbing Sigil by the chin portion of his mask and looking down at him.
“You can’t even fathom just how old I am,” he says carefully. “I’ve never had to run or hide from anyone or anything. To a thing like me, a thing like you is, well, think of how you’d feel if a bacteria sat at your table and threatened to kill you.”
The Terrors laugh.
“This planet is one of many in innumerable solar systems, and in each, there’s insignificant things like you, but none have ever stood before me and dared to try and destroy me.”
The Black Skull reaches up, slowly pulling his mask from his face.
It’s..
Oh my God.
This entire time.
The Black Skull is…
No….
IT’S RAIN!
IT’S DEATH HIMSELF!
SIGIL WON’T UNDERSTAND THE VISAGE – BUT WE DO, WE KNOW THE VESSEL OF DEATH WHEN WE SEE IT!
As his blonde locks flow, Death smiles widely. He looks down at Sigil, who doesn’t understand.
“You, little bacteria, have sat down at the table with Death himself,” The Darkness prods.
“You must’ve had some idea, no?” Rain asks.
“I did,” Sigil replies carefully. “I knew the last crystal I sought was Death, but I didn’t know if you had tethered it to another for protection.”
Death laughs.
“No, you silly boy – there is only one Death. I’ve tried many ways to stop what you’re trying to do. I’ve manipulated The Butcher, I’ve conscripted his family – all with the promise of seeing his wife once again. He gave me Wynona to that end. Stephen stole the time crystal from us long ago, and The Cryptkeeper paid for that. Everyone I put in place to stop something like this from happening, from Darby Sorrow to Flavo, you’ve upended and interfered with.”
“Now what?” Sigil asks. “You’re going to kill me?”
“Me?” Death asks. “No, of course not. Terrors, you wanted a reward – I shall give you one. This peon knows where the crystals that control Time, Reality, Love and Life are. Take him, find them and kill him. You’ll become my new, more powerful Skulls and we’ll protect these crystals once again.”
Death walks away confidently, leaving The Terrors to approach Sigil. They surround him, only he stands up, raising an arm into the air.
There’s a sound – a deafening sound that emanates from Sigil’s body. It’s a loud horn that stops Death in his tracks. The Head Reaper turns around, watching the unbelievable.
The Darkness.
The Warped.
The Endless.
They all begin disintegrating into smoke that enter the body of The Collector. Within moments, all three of The Terrors are nothing but husks, their entire souls consumed by Sigil.
Death angrily storms over to him, grabbing him by the throat.
Yet, nothing is happening.
Nothing at all.
He squeezes with all his might but can’t seem to break him.
“Why can’t I reap you?” He roars angrily, trying to Reap the Collector before our very eyes.
Sigil reveals the Reality crystal, embedded in his arm.
“I didn’t come alone. I brought the reality crystal and made this place my heaven,” The Collector replies confidently. “And in heaven, you shouldn’t really be. Your powers to reap are gone whilst here and you, almighty Death, are in breach of the universal rules.”
Death lets go, stumbling back.
“Did you really think I’d fall into this trap? I knew exactly what would become of my match with Voynich. I knew we’d meet, I banked on it. The crystal has mixed with my blood, allowing me to consume The Terrors. That’s the reality I’ve chosen for my heaven.”
The Collector reaches out to grab Death.
Flutter.
He’s gone.
“Oh, leaving so soon?” Sigil says cockily.
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
Three slapping whacks shock Sigil, who suddenly stumbles and stops. He looks down, realizing that three daggers now exist in his mid-section. Angrily, The Collector pulls them out, tossing them aside.
He looks up, knowing exactly who to expect.
Corvus.
“Any last words?” Corvus asks, approaching calmly.
Sigil stumbles.
“You?” He queries, holding his gut.
“You know us as The Black Hand,” Corvus continues, kneeling beside a now sitting Sigil. “But we were once known as The Black Hand of Death.”
Oh my God.
The Black Hand belongs to Death.
Sigil chuckles to himself.
“The ultimate back-up plan, huh?” He says slowly laying down as the poison flows through his system. “So, you’re going to do what your fucking boss couldn’t, is that it?”
Corvus thinks about it for a moment.
“I don’t have a choice,” he remarks. “I exist as long as The Black Hand does, and it is their bidding I implement. World leaders, villains, heroes, and even insignificant little peons like you. If Death wants to Reap them but can’t cut the red tape, he sends me.”
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!
Corvus’ face suddenly flies towards Sigil, as something hits him in the back of the head with such ferocity that it knocks The Crow immediately out cold. Sigil looks up, and you can only imagine there’s a wry smile under that mask.
A bionic arm reaches out – mended, fixed, working.
It’s Zero.
“So, this why you’ve had me hidin’ out back like a fuckin’ sex worker? I don’t like this being portalled places as short notice shit” Zero says, pulling him back to his feet.
“I’m poisoned,” Sigil says. “I need your help.”
With all the energy he has left, he opens one last portal before passing out, leaning on Zero.
The Hacker steps through.
Cut.