[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “ON YOUR OWN FRONT DOOR” [/edgtf_highlight]
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go…”
The sight of snow falling from the beautiful New York City skyline is where we begin, looking up into the wonders of the night.
Thwack!
Thud!
“Take a look at the five and ten, it’s glistening once again
With candy canes and silver lanes that glow..”
“Ugh!”
“Argh!”
“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Toys in every store
But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be
On your own front door.”
We pan down to see a house in the middle of a New York City street, lit by streetlamps as our focus appears on the front door.
CRASH!
Just then, Sigil comes BARRELLING through the door, snapping the whole thing off its hinges as he does. Wood splinters in every direction as The Collector rolls across the ground and comes to a stop in the snow outside.
He looks up, watching as The Butcher trundles through the door to greet him.
Colin takes a moment to breathe in the cold winter air before looking at the Christmas decorations that surround him in nearby houses.
“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,” he says with a sigh. “But one thing is missing, isn’t it Sigil?”
Sigil tries to get back to his feet, unable to act as The Butcher rushes in with a thunderous kick to the mid-section that sends him recoiling over and onto his belly.
“A little Red Snow wouldn’t go amiss, would it?” Colin says with a smirk.
“Why?” Sigil asks with a cough and a splutter. “I rescued you…”
The Butcher laughs heartily.
“No you didn’t,” he says with a stern and devious tone.
Just then, his visage changes.
It’s Rain.
Death.
The Grim Reaper himself. He doesn’t look anything like what we’ve come to expect. He’s bald and his skin is rotting away before our very eyes. What the fuck has happened to Death?
Sigil gulps, rolling onto his side.
To be continued…
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] THE HERO & THE VILLAIN [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#009fd6″ color=”#FFFFFF”] THE DEAD VS. KAINE KNIGHTLORD [/edgtf_highlight]
Something strange has happened to The Dead and Kaine Knightlord…and as both approach the ring to duke it out, it becomes apparent that both men are still feeling the effects, The Dead looking woozy, struggling to move with his usual sense of urgency…and Knightlord seems to be in utter agony as the bell rings.
Given the condition of both men, they do not charge at each other at the outset…but they do stand toe to toe, staring each other down for a moment until The Dead takes a swing!
The right hand connects against the face of Knightlord, who shouts in response, the punch doing a bit more damage than normal…to both Knightlord and The Dead, who has to shake some feeling back into his hand after that!
Kaine snarls at The Dead as he goes for some hard lefts and rights of his own…each punch taking a bit of energy out of the HellBat, and doing quite a bit of harm to The Dead in the process as he falls to the canvas!
Kaine is hurting something fierce, but does his best to press on as he lays in a boot to the midsection of The Dead, going a little bit quicker now as his rage starts to take over.
Except that a sharp pain in his leg stops him cold, forcing Knightlord to step away as the Watcher slowly gets to his feet…and catches Kaine with a snapmare!
Knightlord is dropped hard to the canvas as The Dead follows up with a kick to the spine…but is unable to follow up on this, having to check his ankle when he steps awkwardly on the canvas.
This gives Kaine an opening as he struggles to his feet, catching The Dead with an uppercut that the Shadow Bat feels almost as much as The Dead, who falls down hard to the canvas!
Seeing his opportunity to end this battle early, Kaine goes for a cover!
ONE!
…
NO!
Struggling as he might, The Dead manages to get a shoulder up after one…not even a kickout, given the rough spot he’s in!
Kaine, on the other hand, is starting to feel that adrenaline kick in, giving him a chance to increase the ferocity of his attack as he goes to work on the neck and head of The Dead.
That boost of energy dies off quickly however, forcing Knightlord to let up on the assault…and in the process, giving The Dead the chance to roll out of the ring!
Kaine is none too pleased by this as he leaves the ring, giving pursuit to the Watcher…who catches him with a kick to the leg, dropping the HellBat to one knee!
Followed immediately with a headbutt…and another!
DEATH RATTLE!
The Dead gets just a couple more in on Knightlord, however, before having to step away in order to stay on his feet!
This gives Knightlord enough time to get back to a standing position…and he rushes The Dead, sending him spine-first into the steel steps with a crash!
Kaine falls to the floor as a result of the damage, so focused on putting The Dead away that he ignores any sort of instruction from the ref as he goes back on the assault.
He starts pummeling away at The Dead with lefts and rights…only to get caught by surprise with a southpaw jab by the Watcher!
The Dead finds himself rolling into the ring to catch a breather now, as Kaine slowly follows close behind as he slides under the bottom rope…and right into a boot to the head by The Dead!
This seems to exhaust the Watcher, forcing him to take a knee next to Knightlord as he rolls onto his back…only to sit up, glaring with a snarl at the Watcher!
The Dead’s eyes widen at the sight of this, managing to get back to his feet just as Knightlord seems to pop right up…but the exhaustion and agony is still evident on the face of the Shadow Bat.
And the man staring him down realizes just how close he might be to ending this once and for all.
The Dead grabs Knightlord by the arm, looking to pull him in for the Bullhammer elbow to the throat!
THE FINAL BREATH…JUST MISSES KNIGHTLORD BY A NOSE!
The crafty Kaine manages to duck under at the last second, giving him a chance to blindside The Dead as he lunges toward his forehead, fangs out!
JUST A BITE…OR A FIST TO THE FACE!
A hard right hook by The Dead shuts this down swiftly, in turn taking Knightlord down hard to the canvas!
Kaine looks out of it, as The Dead goes for a cover!
ONE!
…
TWO!
Could this be it??
…
NO!
Kaine just manages to get a shoulder up after that, but The Dead quickly brings him back to his feet looking for the Bullhammer again!
THE FINAL BREATH…MISSES AGAIN!
This time, Kaine is able to pull The Dead in… as he hits a ripcord lariat!
BLOODY STREAM…INTO THE NIGHT RAID!
Knightlord transitions into the spinning Killswitch, dropping The Dead before covering him!
ONE!
…
…
TWO!
…
…
THREE!
After one hell of a battle between two battle-weary warriors, Kaine Knightlord takes the win over The Dead!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER: KAINE KNIGHTLORD [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “ULTIMATE SACRIFICE” [/edgtf_highlight]
They both struggled valiantly through that absolute war, each trying to see this battle through.
As they both lay on the canvas, Kaine squirming in agony and The Dead barely moving, there’s an eerie silence amongst them.
“What’s happening to us?” Kaine demands to know, his once pale and shrivelled skin turning slowly back to normal.
The Dead doesn’t respond.
“I feel something,” The Dead finally mutters. “I feel a thirst – an undeniable, unquenchable thirst!”
“Y- your blood,” Kaine stammers through gritted teeth. “Your blood has poisoned me. There’s been a chemical reaction between us, but I sired you. I made you one of us.”
Painkiller gets back to his feet, weakened, and falls backwards into the corner.
“Something isn’t right,” he groans.
Just then, he begins convulsing, his entire body shaking like an earthquake. Before you know it, fangs begin appearing from inside his mouth.
He’s turning.
He’s becoming a Kindred.
Kaine laughs maniacally.
“After all you did to stop me and all you’ve done is become me,” he says with a roaring tone. “How does it feel, Kendall? How does the power coursing through your veins feel?”
“You don’t get it, do you?” He groans. “I knew this would happen. I had to try and stop you, Knightlord – I had to stop the thing you were becoming, before more innocent people were hurt. Becoming you to destroy you was one way, and look at you now, you’re dying before my eyes. It doesn’t matter what I become, because I know better than to become a monster like you.”
The Dead rushes forward furiously, slamming a boot into Knightlord so hard that it sends him off the canvas and recoiling across the ring.
Static.
The lights begin flashing ominously, flickering between on and off as static plays havoc with our view.
Just then, a figure appears behind The Dead.
He uses his hands, pulling the life-force from The Painkiller – who for the first time ever, screams in agony. He fucking feels it. He feels every ounce of it.
Kaine Knightlord abruptly stands, dazed and pained, looking on in horror.
It’s BANZAN!
IT’S THE FUCKING MOUNTAIN!
VALI IS HERE!
Banzan just MURDERED The Dead in cold blood. He just sucked his soul from his fucking body!
Knightlord begs and pleads.
He drops to his knees, hands clasped together.
Banzan struts over to him.
Static.
He looks at him with a wry evil smile.
“You’re both making the ultimate sacrifice,” he says sternly, pulling the soul from Knightlord – who screams in agony.
Banzan takes the soul from The Detective, leaving him a husk in the middle of the ring, much like The Dead.
He steps aside, taking a deep breath.
His eyes shimmer with a white glow.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPIONSHIP [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#009fd6″ color=”#FFFFFF”] THE IMPALER © vs. CHRONOA [/edgtf_highlight]
Chronoa has spent the past year twisting and manipulating a single soul in preparation for the destruction of OSW. Her ultimate weapon is at hand but first, one final training session to prove he’s ready. Will Chronoa have her weapon in hand for what she must do or can the Impaler break free from her twisted grip once and for all?
The bell sounds as both competitors circle the ring, the Impaler looking passive almost as if he’s waiting for Chronoa to issue him an order and indeed, she nods as he rushes forward
ADAM SMASHER!
Brutal clothesline turns her inside out but the Harbringer is up on her feet almost instantly, cracking her neck as she urges Impaler forward again. Legion rushing at her with a series of lefts and rights, before rocking her with a brutal uppercut. Chronoa is dazed as Legion grips her around the throat
MAMMOTH CHOKESLAM!
The Harbringer bounces off the mat from the sheer force as Impaler swings forward
ADAM SMASHING HER IN MID-AIR!
That may well be it there as Impaler drops down for the cover as the referee counts
ONE
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TW………
CHRONOA GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Chronoa stumbles back up to her feet into a brutal knee before she finds herself lifted up high
NIGHT CITY…
NO! Chronoa slips down the back, leaping up and delivering a picture perfect TWISTED SMILE Spinning Heel to the back of the head that sends Impaler staggering back into the corner.
The Mistress of Chaos wipes her lip, a small drop of blood pooling onto her finger as she smiles before nodding her head.
“Not bad my Impaler, but now it’s my turn”
Her smile grows wider as black ooze begins to envelop the Harbringer, Chronoa becoming almost a shadow in the ring as everything bar the whites of her eyes are shrouding in darkness. She nods her head for a moment
GRAND CONCLUSION! SUDDEN RUNNING KNEE TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!
Impaler barely even saw that attack, staggering back dazed as Chronoa leaps on him in a frenzied, pummeling on her weapon with heavy lefts and rights before a brutal headbutt stuns Impaler as he’s lifted high up off the mat
HOLY RETRIBUTION! RING SHAKING TIGER BOMB!
Chronoa doesn’t bother covering, instead backs up as she slowly waits for Impaler to stagger to his feet
FAILED….NO! Impaler ducks underneath, rocking Chronoa with a brutal Big Boot before lifting her up high
NIGHT CITY BLACKOUT! RUNNING POWERBOMB!
Impaler staggers back to his feet, trying to catch his breath but he made a mistake in not pinning immediately
As Chronoa is already getting to her feet.
Legion turns around
BLACK MIST!
Impaler is blinded, swinging wildly as he’s kicked in the gut
SIT DOWN STUNNER
WELCOME TO THE FAMILY SON!
That may well be it there but Chronoa doesn’t cover, instead straddling Impaler as she begins to rain down heavy lefts and rights with incredible force that begin to splinter and crack the mask.
What the fuck is Chronoa doing?
The mask splinters, beginning to slowly break as a thick black mist begins to slowly rise up the apron, and flood into the ring.
For a moment, both competitors are shrouded in darkness, before it begins to dissipate and suck into the Impaler
Who is on his feet at full power, the mask quickly repairing itself and he looks furious at his mistress
As she simply smiles, rushing forward
RIGHT INTO A BRUTAL ADAM SMASHER!
THAT KNOCKS THE VIRUS RIGHT OUT OF CHRONOA!
The Harbringer looks shocked, staggering back as one single shot put her back down to base form and even she might not be enough for a full powered Legion.
Shaking her head, she rushes forward regardless, trying for another Twisted Smile that bounces off the monster. Legion just looks down at Chronoa with pity as she scowls, leaping over the ropes as she springboards off
BURNING FLIGHT…IS CAUGHT!
Impaler grabs that bitch right out of the air as he lifts her up high, looking for a Chokeslam but Chronoa manages to slip out the back
YOUR FATE HAS BEEN SEALED
DOES NOTHING!
Chronoa slumps to the canvas, shocked as the realization of the monster she’s created may well be sinking in. Impaler slowly stalking forward, backing the Harbringer into the corner who looks on in fear before a massive smile crosses her face.
As she cracks open a bright green vial and swallows it whole.
RUNNING FACEWASH!
A brutal boot to the jaw nails Chronoa flush but she barely registers it, just cackling with joy as the Impaler backs up, clearly confused watching his mistress rise to her feet. Her muscles are expanding, a sickening wide grin etched upon her face as her once grey eyes are now blood red. She cackles once more, rushing forward
Into a spinning ADAM SMASHER!
Chronoa tanks it, leaping back to her feet into a second, and then a third before she’s lifted up high
NIGHT CITY BLACKOUT!
The Harbringer no sells it again!
Impaler tries for a fourth Adam Smasher but its ducked under as he’s kicked in the gut
PANDEMONIUM’S CURSE!
Impaler spikes into the mat, Chronoa not covering as she quickly rushes to the ropes.
YOUR FATE HAS BEEN SEALED!
It hits flush this time as Impaler looks dazed and out, Chronoa lifting him up to his feet and spinning him around
RIGHT INTO AN ADAM SMASHER!
Both competitors go down, this war taking a hell of a lot out of both of them, the darkness slowly fading from Legion and Chronoa…Chronoa may well be at her limit as she slowly gets to her feet, the insanity beginning to fade before both rush forward.
Hard left from Chronoa
Stiff right from Legion
Twisted Smile is ducked underneath
TORNADO ADAM SMASHER TURNS CHRONOA INSIDE OUT!
Impaler doesn’t waste any time, lifting her up high
NIGHT CITY BLACKOUT
A SECOND
A THIRD!
Legion lifts the almost unconscious Harbringer up, lifting her high in the air
TENEBROUS MALEVOLENCE! BRUTAL TIGER DRIVER 98!
That very well could be it there but the Impaler isn’t done, the power slowly draining as he knows he needs to kill this fucking bitch with fire.
Slowly rising up to the top rope, he sizes up his mistress before diving off
AND PUTS HER HEAD ON A PIKE! DIVING KNEE DROP RIGHT TO THE SKULL!
That’s it, Chronoa is absolutely done there as Impaler just has enough energy to hook the leg as the referee begins to count
ONE
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TWO
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THREE…..
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THREE!!!
The Impaler not only retains his double feature championship here but he takes his mistress to her absolute limit. Does this mean he’s ready for the war ahead or has the Harbringer of Fate made a terrible mistake?
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER AND STILL DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION: THE IMPALER [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “PLEASE RELEASE ME” [/edgtf_highlight]
The Impaler gets back to his feet having had enough. He grabs at his mask, trying to remove it. Chronoa quickly gets back up, demanding that he stop.
“DON’T!” She roars. “You have no idea the role you must play.”
“I just want it to be over!” The Impaler demands. His demands turn into pleas. “Please…”
“All these months, all this time, you must know that you serve a purpose that simply cannot be understated,” she reasons. “I’ve been training you, sending you into battle against monsters like Banzan so that I can ready you for what needs to be done.”
The Impaler begins pacing the ring. He’s distraught.
“Come with me and I promise you that it’ll end tonight,” Chronoa offers, her hand outstretched. “The trials end. The games end. Come with me willingly and I promise that it’s over.”
Legion shakes his head in disbelief.
“They don’t believe you,” he retorts angrily.
“Listen to me Beau,” she pleads. “Just listen to me. It ends tonight, you have my word. Do not remove that mask, or you’ll not be worthy of what comes next.”
The Impaler drops to his knees, his hands loose by his side and his head lowered, almost shamefully.
“Please, release me,” he begs solemnly, one last time.
Chronoa walks over to him and places a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s almost time,” she announces.
Flash.
They’re both gone.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “I’M ON MY WAY I” [/edgtf_highlight]
Flashback.
A man lays upon a soft bed of white fabric with pillows all around him. He frolics with a beautiful brown haired woman in a pristine white gown.
Everything is perfect.
They laugh, they gently kiss.
The man’s face is obscured by a blur, but hers is present and beautiful.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“And I you, my love,” the man replies.
Flash.
“Don’t go,” she pleads. “Stay with me just one more day.”
She comes up behind the man, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“It’s just one more day,” he says carefully and softly. “One more boring day. I’ll be back tonight once it’s done.”
Flash.
“No!” The woman angrily yells. “Please don’t do this, it’s dangerous.”
“I have to,” he replies. “I have an obligation, my love. You know what I must do.”
“I’m afraid that if you go, I’ll never see you again,” she says with tears filling her eyes.”
Flash.
BOOM!
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”“No,” a weakened voice whimpers in tears. “Please, no…”
Flash.
“She’s dead,” the man’s voice says assuredly. “I know what I must do. I’m on my way, my love. I’m on my way.”
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] THE TOYBOX [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#009fd6″ color=”#FFFFFF”] CHIP MONTANA vS. SEESAW [/edgtf_highlight]
The Toybox is a terror to behold! Bloody handprints on the walls, colorful children’s tables, demonic teddy bears, and rusted old trikes fill the insides alongside a plethora of wrapped up presents! Can Chip survive one final playdate? Or shall SeeSaw finally put him down? Chip makes sure Dave is out of his pocket before putting up his fists and staring down SeeSaw!
SeeSaw leaps with joy as he grabs a terrifying jack in the box next to him and winds it up! He lets it go and watches it bounce across the room repeatedly until it slams into Chip’s face! Montana stumbles back onto a colorful table and SeeSaw makes airplane noises as he runs at him!
FLIGHT OF THE ORNITHOPTER! SEESAW SLAMS BELLY FIRST ON CHIP AND PUTS HIM THROUGH THE FUCKING TABLE!
The Show host is out on his back and as he tries to stand he finds SeeSaw has disappeared! Chip looks around wildly as the lights go out in the toybox! We don’t see anything for a moment, but the darkness is soon broken by a plethora of lights!
SEESAW HAS THE DISCO DAVE DISCO BALL! HE SWINGS IT AROUND HIS HEAD AND LETS IT THWACK UNCERMONIOUSLY INTO CHIP’S SKULL!
The Toymaker uses his dead brother’s head as a flail as he swings it around and lets it slam into Chip again! Chip tries to block but he can’t predict a single thing before SeeSaw rushes him down with a shoulder tackle! As Chip tries to stand the light covered rope of the flail gets wrapped around his neck! SeeSaw’s choking the life out of Chip and the show host is absolutely powerless to stop it! He’s reaching to the tables for anything that can help him!
AND HE GRABS A JAR!
SMASH!
OH MY GOD!
SEESAW JUST GOT A FACEFUL OF SEEHULK FINGER PAINT! THAT DISGUSTING JAR OF BLOOD SPLATTERS HIS FACE AND SLICES INTO HIS SKIN!
Mr. Make-Believe drops Dave’s head and screams in anger as Chip grabs a blue tricycle from the far corner and rushes back with it! He smacks SeeSaw over the head with the rusted trike but he refuses to go down! One! Two! Three wild strikes to the skull and SeeSaw gets laid back out on one of those tables!
HE’S LAID ON THE YOUNG CHEF PLAYSET!
BUNNY HOOOOOOOOOOOP!
CHIP NAILS THE DOUBLE FOOTSTOMP AND PUTS SEESAW THROUGH THAT TOY ATROCITY!
Chef’s ribs rip into SeeSaw’s back as they fracture and the toy crumples beneath them! But Chip isn’t done as he grabs the coffee pot made out of Chef’s head and pours the boiling hot liquid all over SeeSaw’s face! Chip reels back and smacks the pot right against SeeSaw’s skull before tossing it away and looking for something else he can use to cause some damage! But SeeSaw isn’t down for long! He still wants to play! He leaps up and grabs Chip from behind and throws him across the Toybox with a massive German Suplex!
CHIP LANDS BACK FIRST ON A PLASTIC SLIDE! THE SLIDE’S BEEN COVERED WITH NAILS! SEESAW WHY!?
CHIP CAN’T MOVE AS SEESAW RUNS AT HIM! HE LEAPS AND BODY SPLASHES RIGHT INTO CHIP! MONTANA HAS BEEN FUCKING IMPALED ON THOSE NAILS!
The Animal Whisperer yells in pain as he can’t even move off of the slide! SeeSaw peels him up and throws him into the center of the Toybox where he grabs a rope hanging from the ceiling. He forces Chip to stand and wraps it around his neck! No! He can’t be doing this! He pulls the rope and Chip gets lifted off of the fucking ground! Montana kicks his legs wildly as SeeSaw ties the rope to a hook!
“I present! The Chip Montana Holiday Piñata!”
SeeSaw jumps with joy as he grabs a present box and rips it open!
ITS THE MEMORY SLUGGER! JUST WHAT HE WANTED! HE REARS BACK!
THWACK!
TWHACK!
TWHACK!
CHIP IS GETTING FUCKING PUMMELED HERE!
THWACK!
THWA-NO! CHIP CATCHES THE BAT AND PULLS SEESAW IN! HE JABS A THUMB IN THE TOYMAKER’S EYE AND LIFTS HIM UP! HE’S HOLDING HIM UPSIDE DOWN IN A PILEDRIVER POSITION! THE HOOK CAN’T HOLD ALL OF THIS WEIGHT!
RIP!
THE ROPE BREAKS! CHIP AND SEESAW PLUMMET TO THE FLOOR!
DOWN UNDER DRIVER!
SEESAW LANDED ON HIS FUCKING HEAD FROM FIVE FEET UP!
The show host spits blood from his mouth as he writhes on the ground, knowing full well that SeeSaw won’t stay down from that! He crawls away and grabs a present box, shoving his hand in and pulling out a nerf gun! He turns around as SeeSaw rises to his feet like a Toybox Terminator! He rushes Chip only for Montana to fire away! Needle tipped nerf darts embed SeeSaw’s chest but he refuses to yield as Chip runs away! He dives behind the largest present in the room where he finds a remote!
HE PRESSES THE BUTTON AS SEESAW LUNGES AT HIM!
THE PRESENT POPS OPEN! IT’S THE FREEMAN BLASTER! KENNY FREEMAN’S CORPSE FIRES ROCKETS FROM ITS MOUTH THAT SMACK RIGHT INTO SEEAW’S FACE! THEY BURN AWAY AT HIS SKIN AS HE SQUEALS IN AGONY!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
CHIP CLICKS THE BUTTON ON THE REMOTE UNTIL THE BLASTER RUNS EMPTY!
SeeSaw is on fire and Chip wants to make it worse! He grabs a squirt gun from the nearby table! He’s dealt with the Toybox before! It’s filled with gasoline!
HE SPRAYS SEESAW! MR. MAKE-BELIEVE IS ABLAZE AND CHIP LAYS ON THE GASOLINE!
BUT SEESAW RUNS HIM DOWN! BIG FIERY HUG! SEESAW JUST USED HIS OWN FLAMING BODY TO SET CHIP ALIGHT!
Montana lays into SeeSaw with a barrage of fists as he tries to free himself from the fiery hell he started! SeeSaw collapses backwards and rolls around with Chip in his arms cackling maniacally until both men are put out! He rolls off of Chip, neither man moving as they fight to finally gather their breath. As they rise to their feet they stare each other down and find, between them in the middle of the room?
The Memory Slugger.
BOTH MEN MAKE A MAD DASH BUT SEESAW HAS IT FIRST! HE SWINGS RIGHT INTO CHIP’S SKULL!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CHIP MONTANA COLLAPSES BACKWARDS! HE’S BLOODY AND BEATEN! HE CAN’T CONTINUE! SEESAW HAS FINALLY WON THIS DEMONIC PLAYDATE!
And as he looms over the beaten Chip, he can see Dave the Rabbit hop right up next to the fallen show host.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER: SEESAW [/edgtf_highlight]
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[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “DAVE THE RABBIT” [/edgtf_highlight]
As Chip Montana lay a bloody mess inside The Toybox, Dave The Rabbit sits questionably by his side.
“I’m sorry mate,” Chip says to his furry friend. “I tried…”
SeeSaw grabs him by his legs and pulls him away to his ‘operating table’, placing him atop it.
“Let’s see then, shall we?” The deranged lunatic says. “What kinda toy can you become?”
As SeeSaw maniacally begins making his new masterful creation, we watch on in horror. He unzips Montana’s trousers and places a hand inside, pulling out his testicles.
“I’ve just grabbed Chip Montana,” SeeSaw says with a deranged smile. “By the balls!”
He chuckles wildly.
“I’ve got lots of toys, but nothing to relieve stress. I think these could make some pretty good stress balls, huh?”
“Over here, mate,” a voice suddenly squeaks from behind, startling SeeSaw, who turns around in shock.
It’s Dave The Rabbit, his nose twitching.
SeeSaw looks confused.
“I can… hear you?” He says, perturbed. “That’s ridiculous. That’d make me crazy and if there’s one thing I’m not, it’s crazy.”
His eyes go wide.
SeeSaw turns back around to see Chip’s now deceased body, his testicles cut off and bloodied upon his trousers as The Deranged looks for a way to make the stress balls.
“ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”
The sound of a lion roar suddenly stops him. He slowly turns around, looking into the gawping maw of a lion where Dave once stood.
“What… the….. fuck?” He mutters in shock.
With See Saw stunned, the lion slowly begins to transform…
Into….
CHIP MONTANA!?
What the fuck!?
The body on the table slowly fades into nothingness, vanishing as the lion – once Dave The Rabbit, stands before us as Chip Montana.
This whole time, Dave The Rabbit was Chip Montana.
SeeSaw spins around to see that Montana has vanished.
“How?” He demands to know of Chip.
“Well mate,” The Aussie says with a smile. “Things aren’t quite what they seem. On one of my expeditions, we found this little temple and well, one thing led to another and I could spectrally project myself into any fuckin’ thing I wanted.”
Mr. Make Believe doesn’t know what to think.
“So, when Miles came to OSW, I thought I’d come along with him and keep him safe,” he admits. “But I failed, didn’t I?”
“W-W-What now?” SeeSaw queries.
“I’m gonna burn this fuckin’ place to the ground, mate,” Chip says with a big ol’ smile. “I’m the last fucker to ever fight in this cunt, lemme tell ya.”
SeeSaw immediately panics.
“Run, whilst ya got a chance,” Montana suggests, watching as SeeSaw makes a b-line for the exit and runs away.
With SeeSaw gone, Chip takes a seat at one of the tables, taking a moment to think back on his nephew Miles.
“This one is for you kid,” he says aloud. “It’s the right thing to do.”
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] THE BATTLE FOR EARTH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#009fd6″ color=”#FFFFFF”] VIGOUR VS. WHISPER [/edgtf_highlight]
Vigour spent his entire life stifled and broken in a world devoid of anything but grey so to the Prince of Party, Earth was paradise. Yet over the past year, he’s had to fight tooth and nail to remain. He’s survived oppression, rage and even death but he’s lost damn near everything in the process. Now his past has come back to haunt him as he faces off against the monster sent from his worst nightmares, the monster that took away his best friend. Can Vigour rise above once more to save this world from the void or will his soul be rendered into nothing but a Whisper?
The bell sounds as Vigour rushes forward in a rage, pounding down with everything he has on Whisper who barely flinches from the blows. Rights, lefts, kicks, knees, the Prince of Party unleashes everything but Whisper is just fucking tanking every bit of it. Vigour grabs him by the wrist, trying to throw him across the ring but the Soulborne refuses to budge no matter how hard Vigour tries.
Undettered, Vigour “stuns” Whisper with a leaping kick to the jaw before rushing to the ropes, bouncing off
INTO A MAMMOTH RIGHT HAND!
Whisper damn near knocks Vigour out cold from that blow alone, the Prince staggering up into a trio of hard blows. One forearm to the jaw, and a pair of knees to the chest that nearly break bone from the sheer force before he’s gripped around the throat
CHOKESLAM!
Vigour nearly gets planted through the mat but Whisper isn’t done as he waits for Vigour to slowly rise up, a dark aura enveloping him as he begins to fade through the mat, almost like he’s melting into the shadows. Vigour stumbles to his feet, confused for a moment as he doesn’t notice Whisper rising up behind him from his own shadow
BRUTAL KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
FROM THE SHADOWS!
Vigour drops to his knees, spitting out blood on the mat but he’s defiant, staring up at the Soulborne, refusing to stay down as a large, boar like shadow looms over Whisper as he lifts Vigour up off the mat by his legs
AND SLAMS HIM DOWN OVER AND OVER INTO THE MAT!
WHISPER TREATING VIGOUR LIKE A PIECE OF GROUND MEAT!
Vigour’s ribs are screaming in pain as he’s tossed back down to the canvas, internal blood spilling from his mouth as he slowly pulls himself up by the ropes. He’s barely able to stand but he still slowly crooks his hand, begging Whisper for more as the Shepard chuckles to himself, clearly impressed with the Prince’s resilience but it won’t be enough.
Whisper rushes forward but Vigour manages to duck underneath a mammoth Lariat, leaping up onto the ropes with a springboard enziguri to the back of the head. Whisper is slightly stunned as Vigour rushes up the ropes, flipping around
SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT WIPES OUT WHISPER!
BUT THE SOULBORNE IS UP ON HIS FEET BEFORE VIGOUR!
The Prince of Party rises up right into a giant headbutt that staggers him back
GANGBANGARANG? Whisper just nailed Vigour with a Slingblade shades of his fallen best friend. Vigour slowly staggering up to his feet
RIGHT INTO A DONKEY PUNCH SPINNING ELBOW!
That very well could be it there as Vigour collapses to the mat, Whisper dropping down to his knees as he hooks the leg
ONE
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TW…..
VIGOUR POWERS OUT!
Whisper reaches down, trying to pull him up but he gets a double fist to the groin, doubling him over before the Prince double legs him back down to the mat and begins to pound down with furious lefts and rights, enraged over the disrespect of his best friends memory. Whisper powers him off but gets a hard kick to the jaw for his troubles
SUPERKICK!
Whisper staggers back up
KARATE KID CUNTFACE!
Whisper staggers back up to his feet again as Vigour bounces off the ropes
GANGBANGARANG…NO! Whisper slips out as the Soulborne again fades into the shadows
But this time Vigour is ready, ducking underneath the high kick as he lifts Whisper into the air
FOR THE VIM AND VIGOUR!
Vigour isn’t done as he leaps onto the apron, springboarding off
CASCADE OF COLOUR!
That very well could be it there as Vigour drops down for the cover, the referee counting
ON…..
WHISPER POWERS OUT! NOT EVEN A FUCKING ONE COUNT
Vigour is undettered, feeling it as he leaps up high
QUICK THRILL…HITS KNEES!
Whisper counters the standing SSP with ease, Vigour staggering back holding his chest
ESSENCE STRIKE! MAMMOTH SOULBALL TO THE CHEST!
Vigour goes flying, his back crashing against the turnbuckles as he screams out in pain. He doesn’t go down, staggering out of the corner as he takes a few steps before finally collapsing to the mat, now absolutely and completely spent.
Whisper just smiles, flipping Vigour over, planting one foot on his chest for the cover as the referee counts
THE LIGHTS GO OUT!
There’s some commotion in the darkness and when the lights come back on,
Whisper is down in the ring as Vigour is laid out on top of him.
The referee looks confused but just shrugs as he drops down for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
Vigour survives here tonight, Whisper absolutely brutalised him but somehow and someway the Prince of Party came out on top…but how?
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER: VIGOUR [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “THE HEART OF EDEN ON EARTH” [/edgtf_highlight]
With Vigour unconscious and atop Whisper, he slowly falls off onto his side, slumping to the canvas.
Whisper though, he’s not finished. He may not have been victorious, but that’s the farthest from his mind. He slowly gets back to his feet and approaches the slumped Vigour.
“Enough is enough!” He bellows. “It’s time to end this.”
Meanwhile, high above the Slaughterhouse – something appears to be happening.
Ships begin filing the sky, carefully and slowly moving through the cloud until our once beautiful night sky is full of nothing but grey.
The Ashen.
They’re here.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
BOLTS OF ELECTRICITY FLY THROUGH THE AIR, RIPPING THE SHIPS APART IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING SKY!
IT’S…
IT’S MORE SHIPS!
DIFFERENT SHIPS!
Back in the ring, the sound of thunderous war can be overhead, causing Whisper to smile.
LIGHTNING BOLT TO WHISPER!
A lightning bolt sends Whisper flying across the ring as ZELDOR appears now in front of Vigour!
The GOD of Eden is here!
Whisper gets back to his feet.
“It’s over,” Zeldor proclaims. “The Ashen are being defeated in the sky as we speak. He held you off long enough for us to get here and defend Earth.”
“NO!” Whisper shouts, enraged.
He rushes towards Zeldor…
SPECTRAL PORT!
He throws a soul at the God, just as Zeldor throws a ball of lightning towards Whisper.
Both connect at the same time, the spectre exploding as the lightning strikes the heart of Whisper.
They both fall at the same time, landing in a heap on the canvas.
Vigour crawls over to his God.
“How can I save you?” He desperately mutters. “What can I do?”
Zeldor shakes his head.
“It’s over,” he announces. “Go back to Eden, my son. We’ve done it; together, we’ve done it. Eden is a peaceful place once more. You can go home now.”
His eyes slowly close, leaving Vigour alive in the middle of the ring.
Whisper is dead.
Zeldor is dead.
The Ashen have been defeated.
And Vigour can finally go home.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] REWIND CHAMPIONSHIP [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#009fd6″ color=”#FFFFFF”] BANZAN © VS. THE GENERATION KID [/edgtf_highlight]
Banzan’s wellspring is full after his killing of Kaine Knightlord and The Dead earlier. We saw what happens when the near limitless power of Banzan and TGK meet weeks ago. How will TGK overcome the Mountain, or will he finally submit to his destiny?
In the middle of the ring, Banzan and The Generation Kid stand opposite one another. The demi-god towers over the robot, but TGK still stands firm.
“This is your last chance, boy.” Banzan says commandingly. “Serve me willingly or unwillingly, I do not care. But you will serve me.”
“You know,” TGK says. “Your voice is kind of nice when your mouth isn’t screwing it up.”
With shocking speed, Banzan wraps up TGK in his arms.
SAITO SUPLEX! DUHHKA HITS FLUSH!
Banzan immediately drops down into a cover, a grin on his face.
ONE!
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TWO!
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TGK ISN’T MOVING!
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THR…
NO!
BANZAN LIFTED TGK UP OFF THE MAT!
TGK refused to kick out! Banzan puts him up on his feet, glaring down at him.
“What game are you playing?”
“I get it now, why my creators filled me with 80’s pop culture.” He says after a moment. “That decade wasn’t about macho power fantasies or the depravity of man.”
TGK smiles.
“It was about hope, about how there were better ways than fighting to solve problems.”
Banzan rolls his eyes, preparing to hit the Kid.
“Just because your gun is loaded doesn’t mean you have to fire it.”
WHAM! TGK’S FACE IS ROCKED BY A SHOT FROM BANZAN!
The demi-god throws That Eighties Kid into the corner, laying into him with shot after shot. But TGK just closes his eyes and takes it!
TGK is refusing to fight back!
An enraged Vali takes a step back, letting TGK come out of the corner.
TIGER CLAW! TGK GETS HIT WITH A FIVE POINT PALM STRIKE!
BUT HE TANKS IT!
“Go ahead, punk.” TGK says, shaking off the blows. “Make my day.”
Banzan smiles.
RIGHT.
LEFT.
KICK.
CHOP!
EACH SHOT TO TGK IS ROCKING THE KID. BANZAN IS GIVING EVERYTHING HE HAS TO DEMOLISH THIS INSOLENT LITTLE BRAT!
HOW DARE HE DEFY THE DEMI-GOD VALI!
MAGGA!
A SECOND!
TIGER CLAW!
TWICE!
IS THAT A TEN POINT PALM STRIKE!?
With each and every move to TGK, something begins to happen.
Banzan is shrinking?
Wait? What?
With every bit of energy the demi-god is expending to try to destroy this little robot, he’s drawing from that wellspring.
Which isn’t limitless after all.
After a moment, Banzan stops. He taps his head a little, as if disoriented. TGK just nods, looking no worse for wear.
“It’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage.”
DUKKHA!
TGK GOES FLYING ACROSS THE RING!
AND ROLLS THROUGH!
“You’re not dying.” He taunts. “You just can’t think of anything good to do.”
Closing the gap between them quickly, Banzan wraps his meaty hand around TGK’s throat, lifting him up in the air.
“What are you doing to me?” He roars.
No answer.
DUKKHA AGAIN!
THIS TIME TGK DOESN’T GET BACK UP AS QUICKLY.
BANZAN IS TINGLING WITH PURPLE ENERGY AS HE RUSHES IN!
MAGGA!
He picks TGK up by the hair, snarling in his face. But whether he realizes it or not, Banzan is not that much taller than TGK now.
“You will turn.” He sneers. “Or you will be destroyed.”
“Your overconfidence is your weakness.” TGK retorts.
SLAP FROM BANZAN NEARLY RIPS TGK’S FACE OFF.
For several minutes, Vali is unrestrained, the mask of Banzan fully off. He rips and claws at TGK, hitting him hard enough to crumble steel over and over.
TIGER CLAW!
DUKKHA!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
Banzan lifts up the Kid one last time, staring him in the face.
But TGK only sees his creators.
Dr. Whywee, who built him for serve Vali.
Dr. Right, who built him to stop Vali.
“If you build it.” TGK whispers. “He will come.”
MAGGA!! TGK GOES DOWN LIKE HE WAS SHOT IN THE FUCKING FACE!
The panting Banzan looks down at the little robot that could, rage in his eyes. He tries to shake the cobwebs out of his dwindling body, just as TGK has something more to say.
“That all you got, spaghetti arms!?”
Vali chuckles at his foe before closing his eyes and assuming a very familiar pose.
The mountain pose.
Purple energy begins to surround him as he draws from the wellspring, the lifeforce of all those souls he’s taken filling him with power.
Finally stirring, the Generation Kid gets on his knees, now kneeling before the cackling demi-god. His eyes take in the power being massed against him, and for the first time fear enters the eyes of TGK.
“All those moments…” He whispers.
Winning Lambs to the Slaughter.
Winning the Rewind Championship.
A smile as Vigour pats him on the back.
The unbridled joy of Starboy.
All of it.
“…will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.” The Kid finishes.
Finally, Banzan stands to his feet, his body tingling with purple energy. TGK shakily rises to meet him.
“This is heavy.” He says.
A confused Banzan shakes his head.
“Weight has nothing to do with it.”
TGK smiles and closes his eyes as all that purple energy travels to his fingers.
Into a goddamned ball of energy.
RIGHT INTO TGK’S CHEST! IT SENDS THE KID’S PARALYZED BODY INTO THE ROPES BEHIND HIM!
ENLIGHTENMENT OF THE MOUNTAIN! TGK HAS BEEN KILLED. WITH. FIRE!
BUT WAIT…
Two things happen simultaneously.
First, Banzan crumples to the mat, a shadow of its former glory.
The wellspring of Vali is spent.
Second, TGK’s paralyzed body hits the ropes and rebounds with a large thud…
…right on top of Banzan.
The referee drops down into a confused count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
There was no pomp or circumstance to this victory for TGK. He took all Banzan had to give, but in the end he proved he would not be Vali’s puppet. He remained true and good.
That Eighties Kid to the very last.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER AND REWIND CHAMPION: TGK [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “THE SPIRITS OF THE DAMNED” [/edgtf_highlight]
The Generation Kid has done it.
As the paralysis wears off, he slowly begins to stir, falling off of Banzan.
And he did it without fighting Banzan’s way. He did it without violence and that was his purpose; that’s why he was built.
As Banzan kneels, dishevelled, a mere portion of the Demi-God he used to be, TGK gets back to his feet.
“I told you,” he says proudly. “I’m not your exterminator, Banzan. I didn’t come here to exterminate you. I came to stop you. I knew that to beat you, I had to refrain from fuelling you. I wouldn’t and won’t ever serve you. I was sent to end Vali and that’s what I’ve done.”
“Help me,” Banzan pleads. “Think of the power…“
TGK shakes his head, refusing.
“Please, please, I can feel them fighting their way out…”
He crouches now, beside the former Mountain.
“It’s over,” he whispers.
Suddenly and explosively, Vali suddenly erupts – spirits flying from his body at every turn. As he screams in agony, we see familiar faces pouring from within the mountain and escaping into the ether.
Bishop.
Aesop.
Sweet Alice.
Darklord
Leif Helvig
Gabriel Drake.
Tenchu.
Kaine Knightlord.
The Dead.
These souls escape Banzan, leaving him a rotting dusty husk of an old man before The Generation Kid.
“Goodbye, Vali,” The Kid says, pushing him over with a boot. “Your reign of terror has finally come to an end.”
Banzan turns to dust with the force, falling away into nothingness as The Generation Kid takes a deep breath.
He’s done it.
It’s over.
Vali has not only been defeated, but destroyed. The souls of those who’s spirits he consumed like a succubus have finally been released.
They can now rest peacefully, thanks to The Generation Kid. He drops to his knees, utterly exhausted, taking in a deep breath as a wave of calm washes over him.
Suddenly, his eyes flicker – his head quivers and his body shudders. There’s a sound like a loss of power, followed by the lowering of TGK’s head. His mission is over. He’s been deactivated. His still body remains knelt down in the middle of the ring, powerless.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#009fd6″ color=”#FFFFFF”] JET SET RADIO © VS. SIMON [/edgtf_highlight]
The Taskmaster has pulled Jet Set Radio’s strings for one show too many. After being wisened up to his game of “Simon Says…” will Tag and Ether exact revenge at Red Snow tonight?
DING! DING!! DING!!!
We’re barely under way here and Ether skates right at Simon and assault the ever loving shit out of him!
SLAPS!
KICKS!!
PUNCHES!!!
THE BAD RANDOM IS ABSOLUTELY LAYING INTO SIMON WITH A FLURRY OF OFFENSE THE LIKES OF WHICH WE’VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE!!!
Ether stomps Simon into the corner as the raucous Slaughterhouse crowd erupts for her! She circles back to centre ring and rubs her belly to the fans in acknowledgement…
SHE’S A HUNGRY GURL!!!
SHE SKATES BACK TOWARDS SIMON—
DOUBLE KNEE STRIKE INTO SIMON’S HEAD!!!
MACH FIVE!!!
Simon’s head bounces off the turnbuckle and he flips forward to the mat. Ether rolls him supine and hooks a leg—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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ETHER JUST DEVOURED SIMON FOR DINNER!!
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THREE—
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NO!!
SIMON GOT THE SHOULDER UP AT 2.999!!!
Tag begs for a piece of the action, reaching his hand out emphatically, and Ether tags her bestie in.
They stall Simon together from behind as he woozily gets to his feet and as he turn around they rush at him—
ETHER STRIKE!!
FIVE STAR FACIAL!!
THE SIMULTANEOUS SPINNING HEEL KICK AND BICYCLE KICK COMBO KNOCKS SIMON INTO 2023!!
HE MAY JUST WAKE UP IN A PILE OF YELLOW SNOW AFTER THAT ONE!!
The ref ushers Ether to the apron as Tag climbs to the top turnbuckle. Sexy Dynamite leaps—
STAR FADE!!
SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO SIMON’S KNEES!!
Simon narrowly avoids disaster and manages to his feet as Tag clutches his midsection in pain. The Taskmaster stomps on Tag a few times before waving to Ether, which enrages her, and the ref gets distracted keeping her from entering the ring. This gives Simon just the opening he needed as Tag gets to his feet—
POKE TO THE EYES!!
Tag has a penchant for getting blinded things, and he doesn’t see the—
GAMBIT!!
THE SPINNING BACKFIST DROPS HIM TO THE MAT!!
Simon’s cocky smile makes its triumphant return to his face as he goes to work on Tag’s knee, stomping, twisting, and throwing it down to the mat before bellowing out that familiar-
“WOOOOOO!!”
Simon twists Tag’s knee around—
AND LOCKS IN THE FIGURE FOUR!!
CHECKMATE!!
Tag’s in a bad way, too far from the ropes and unable to make a move as the ref slides next to Tag. Simon bridges his back into a—
FIGURE EIGHT!!
WILL TAG TAP??
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NOT TONIGHT—
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP ONTO SIMON’S ARCHED STOMACH!!
RIDE THE SKY FROM ETHER!!
Simon’s rib cage may have caved in, and the submission has been broken, but the ref is not happy with the rule bending here tonight! He tries to push Ether back to her corner but she ignores him and just stands over Simon, pointing her finger and jawing at him as the ref starts a five count to get her moving.
She helps Tag to his feet and when the ref makes it to four, Ether grabs his wrist and shoves her foot in his face…
SHE LEANS BACK AS TAG LEAPFROGS THE REF—
NO COMPLY!!
FUCK YA FACE!!
POP SHOVED IT TO THE REF!!
The sole food-fameasser combo knocked the ref out cold, and now there’s no one to officiate the violence between these three. Tag and Ether tower over Simon as he puts his arms up in helplessness.
JSR have been waiting to release this pent up anger, and it looks like Simon is about to feel their full wrath.
THEY STOMP ON SIMON!
THEY’RE STOMPING A DAMN MUDHOLE IN HIM!
HE’S PLEADING TO THEM AFTER EVERY KICK…
BUT THEY’RE HAVING NONE OF IT!
Tag lifts Simon up into a stalling vertical suplex—
AND DROPS HIM WITH THE MCTWIST BRAINBUSTER AS ETHER DRILLS SIMON‘S HEAD WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK!!
1080 SKULLFUCK!!
The crowd has erupted-
“J-S-R! J-S-R!”
And they aren’t done with Simon yet.
Ether climbs to the top rope now as Tag lifts Simon up high into a powerbomb…
ETHER LEAPS AS TAG POWERBOMBS SIMON ONTO HIS KNEES—
THE SPRAYBACK-MACH FIVE COMBO!!
JET!
SET!!
LIFE!!!
They cover Simon—
“ONE!”
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“TWO!!”
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“THREE!!!”
…the crowd chants as the ref lays motionless on the mat!
Ether shakes the ref back to consciousness, and he begins to stir as she goes to drag the nearly unconscious Simon to his feet.
Tag meanwhile has retrieved his skateboard and charges Simon as Ether holds him up—
AND CRACKS HIM OVER THE SKULL!!
TRUCK FUCKED!!
Tag kisses Cassandra then tosses her aside. Now Simon’s on all fours, and Ether and Tag point to the sky as they shout, “This is for you, Wiz!”
Tag whips Ether into the ropes…
Off the rebound Tag pops Ether high into the air above Simon—
AND SHE LANDS A MASSIVE CURBSTOMP TO SIMON’S HEAD TO THE CROWD’S DELIGHT!!!
FUCK YOU IN PARTICULAR, SIMON!!!
“FUCK YOU SIMON!”
CLAP! CLAP!! CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!
Tag covers Simon as Ether nudges the ref towards the pin, and the crowd counts along as he slowly slaps the mat—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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SWEET, SWEET REVENGE!
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THREE!!!
Jet Set Radio retain their championship, and gain a measure of revenge against Wiz’s killer in the process!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNERS AND STILL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: JET SET RADIO [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “SIMON SAYS” [/edgtf_highlight]
With the match over, Simon rolls to the outside and grabs his trusty Sledgehammer from beneath the ring. Tag and Ether are back inside, stirring as he re-enters under the bottom rope.
Tag is up first, walking straight into a Sledgehammer swing to the gut, barrelling him over.
The Mastermind walks over to Ether, placing the sledgehammer down on her head as she tries to get back up.
“Enough,” he barks at Tag who gets back to his feet. “Another step and I’ll crush her skull.”
“Please don’t,” Tag begs.
“He’s already made up his mind, Tag,” Ether warns. “Just run…”
“You never really understood it, did you? You two worked for me; I brought you here to do a job and you couldn’t just do it, could you?” Simon bemoans. “And now I’m here having to make a statement at your expense.”
Simon lifts the sledgehammer high into the air.
“NO!” Tag roars one more time, stopping him. “Take my life instead; just spare hers.”
The Mastermind chuckles to himself – a vile chuckle from a vile man.
“Simon says,” he replies with a smirk. “If you want it, come and get it.”
He pulls back as far as he can with the sledgehammer, driving it down as hard and as fast as he can possibly manage.
BUT TAG DIVES IN THE FUCKING WAY!
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
TAG DOVE IN FRONT OF THE SLEDGEHAMMER!
HE TOOK THAT BLOW FULL FORCE TO THE SIDE OF HIS FUCKING HEAD, CAVING IT IN!
The fans can’t believe it.
There’s blood everywhere.
That lethal blow has killed Tag and Ether screams in agony as it does. She quickly gets back up, cradling his body, tears streaming down her face. Simon tosses the Sledgehammer aside, grimacing at the destruction he’s caused.
“This is your last chance,” he warns. “Simon Says; leave and never come back, or else.”
Ether nods reluctantly, crying all the while as Simon backs away, leaving her there to suffer with the body of Tag.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] SHIP FIGHT [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#009fd6″ color=”#FFFFFF”] CAEL GABLE VS. ISRAEL GRIMWOLF [/edgtf_highlight]
Israel Grimwolf meets his first mate in a battle that can leave only one standing. Can Cael Gable overcome his former friend to end things on his own terms or will Grimwolf force the Nekken’s curse upon him to save his life? Grimwolf’s own ship sets the scene for a showdown that is as personal as it gets! This only ends when one man is left.
Grimwolf moves easily upon the rocking and rolling deck of his ship. He runs at Gable and hits him with a SHOULDER CHARGE!
GRIMWOLF DRIVES GABLE INTO THE RAILING OF THE SHIP!
GABLE HOLDS ON, STOPPING HIMSELF FROM BEING TIPPED OVERBOARD!
All Gable can do is knee Grimwolf in the guts and scramble away from his clutches. Captain Grimwolf charges after him but Gable UNLEASHES AN ELBOW TO THE SKULL!
GRIMWOLF IS STAGGERED!
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX FROM GABLE DRILLS GRIMWOLF RIGHT ONTO THE POOP DECK!
The Olympian mounts Grimwolf and unloads a barrage of elbows and fists to the Seadog’s skull. Gable tries to hammer his former friend into unconsciousness, but Grimwolf pushes him away with the sole of his boot.
Both men scramble to their feet.
BUT GABLE COMES AT GRIMWOLF AGAIN!
SPEAR!
HE TACKLES GRIMWOLF RIGHT INTO THE FUCKING MAST OF THE SHIP!
Gable takes a length of mainsail rope and wraps it around Grimwolf’s neck. He pulls the end and the rope tightens around the Captain’s neck. Before it can completely take hold, Grimwolf unsheathes his knife and cuts the rope.
The boom of the mast begins to flail wildly with the unslung rope now not holding it in place. Grimwolf comes at Gable with the knife, but Gable kicks the knife out of his hand and sends it soaring into the open seas.
SMACK!
CAEL GABLE IS HIT FULL IN THE CHEST BY THE WILDLY SWINGING BOOM!
HE CRASHES TO THE DECK AND GRIMWOLF LEAPS FORWARD AFTER HIM!
DEAD MAN’S CHEST!
GABLE IS DOWN!
Gable is still moving, groaning on the deck of the ship and not yet out. Grimwolf wraps the loose end of the rope around Gables ankle and yanks on it…
SENDING GABLE SOARING UPSIDE DOWN FLYING INTO THE AIR TWENTY FEET!
HE CRASHES INTO THE CROWS NEST ATOP THE MAST!
AND GRIMWOLF SCRAMBLES UP THE SHEETS AFTER HIM LIKE A SQUIRREL UP A TREE!
Gable is screaming, partly in agony and partly from teetering wildly above what would definitely be a fatal fall. Grimwolf reaches him and grabs him around the throat, pulling him into the crowsnest.
High above the raging seas, the pair exchange brutal blows.
GRIMWOLF ROCKS GABLE WITH A RIGHT FIST!
GABLE ANSWERS RIGHT BACK!
GRIMWOLF NEAY KNOCKS GABLE TO HIS DEATH WITH ANOTHER!
GABLE WITH A HEADBUTT!
ANOTHER!
HE TOSSES CAPTAIN GRIMWOLF OUT OF THE CROWSNEST!
GRIMWOLF TUMBLES DOWN, DOWN, DOWN TOWARDS THE WAITING DECK OF THE SHIP!
BUT HE MANAGES TO CATCH HOLD OF THE SAIL, USING IT AS A SLIDE TO SOFTEN THE BLOW!
Grimwolf still hits the deck hard, winding himself, but he’s still alive. Gable skids down the mast after him and grabs his foe around the neck as the Captain staggers to his feet.
GERMAN SUPLEX TO GRIMWOLF!
RIGHT UNTO THE DECK!
A SECOND!
THIRD!
FOURTH!
FIFTH ONE SENDS GRIMWOLF CRASHING THROUGH THE CAPTAIN’S DOOR INTO HIS OWN OFFICE!
FIVE OUT OF TEN COMMANDMENTS!
GRIMWOLF GOES FOR A SIXTH, AIMING FOR THE NAVIGATION TABLE!
BUT GRIMWOLF BLOCKS IT!
KEELHAULED!
THE ELBOW SENDS GABLE FLYING OVER
THE DESK HIMSELF!
Grimwolf collapses to his knee, his body battered and broken, but his desperation gives him a moment’s reprise. Gable staggers slowly to his feet, using the table to pull himself up to a vertical base.
SMASH!
GRIMWOLF BREAKS A PEWTER PLATE OVER HIS SKULL!
CLANG!
A SILVER CHALICE FOLLOWS, GABLE LOOKS GROGGY!
BUT HE STILL DIVES AT GRIMWOLF!
LEAPING OFF THE TABLE!
DEAD MAN’S CHEST!
CAEL GABLE JUST HIT GRIMWOLF WITH HIS OWN MOVE!
GRIMWOLF FALLS BACKWARDS OUT OF THE OFFICE DOORWAY, FLAT ON HIS BACK ON THE DECK OF THE SHIP!
Gable looks exhausted, but he staggers over to where Grimwolf lies, still slowly writhing, groaning in pain but showing signs of life still. Gable lifts him be the hair, pulling him to his feet.
HE PULLS GRIMWOLF UP INTO A STALLING SUPLEX!
MARCHING HIM OUT INTO THE CENTRE OF THE DECK AND OVER TOWARDS THE RAILING!
PUGHPLEX-NO!
GRIMWOLF PUSHES WITH HIS FOOT OFF THE RAILING AND THE PAIR TUMBLE TO THE WOODEN FLOOR LIKE A PAUR OF SKITTLES!
Neither man is done, they pull at each other to stand, trading blows as they lock horns once more. Brutal blows that land without defense. Exhausted blows that Rick each other to the core.
GRIMWOLF IRISH WHIPS AN EXHAUSTED GABLE STRAIGHT INTO THE FUCKING MAST!
CRACK!
SKULL MEETS WOOD AND WOOD WINS!
GABLE SLUMPS TO THE DECK, BACK FIRST AGAINST THE MAST!
But Grimwolf isn’t done there. He backs up as far as he can, backing into the railing before charging at Gable.
CANNONBAAAAAL!
HE SLAMS INTO GABLE, INTO THE MAST!
BODIES EVERYWHERE!
GABLE MIGHT BE OUT FREAKING COLD WITH THAT ONE!
Grimwolf slowly staggers to his feet, observing his foe for any signs of life. Gable is breathing, laboured. Grimwolf smiles to himself, but moments later… Gable’s eyes open. The tough son of a bitch, there’s a flicker of life in him yet.
Grimwolf pulls Gable to his feet, dragging him up the steps towards the Captain’s helm by the scruff of Gables neck. Gable swings to defend himself but hits only air. Grimwolf climbs up, past the wheel and stands on the ledge over the top of the deck.
HE’S GOT GABLE WHERE HE WANTS HIM!
GRIMWOLF IS GONNA END IT!
THE BLACK AND DEEP!
KILLING GABLE WITH F- NO!
GABLE REVERSES!
SUPER PUGHPLEX!
GABLE’S FIRE?!
NO! GRIMWOLF HOOKS HIS LEG AND BOTH MEN TUMBLE BACK DOWN THE STEPS BACK ONTO THE DECK!
Grimwolf limps away from Gable as his foe struggles to stand. Gable pulls himself up using the railing of the ship for help.
BUT GRIMWOLF COMES BACK TOWARDS HIM, AND HE’S WHEELING A FREAKING CANNON!
BOOM!
CANNONNNNNNNNNNN! HE JUST RAN STRAIGHT INTO HIM WITH A FUCKING CANNON!
GABLE IS DOWN!
HE’S DOWN AND OUT COLD!
SIR GABLE HAS BEEN KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS BY A FREAKING CANNON!
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF WINS!
This was only going to end with one man unconscious, and tonight it was Gable that suffered. What this means for his fate now, that much is for Grimwolf to decide.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER: ISRAEL GRIMWOLF [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “NEKKEN OR NOT” [/edgtf_highlight]
With that insane match over, Cael Gable and Israel Grimwolf rest on the boat as it sways back and forth.
Grimwolf gets back to his feet, demanding that Gable rise.
“Stop fighting me, shipmate,” he demands. “I can save your fucking life. Why won’t you let me do that?”
“IT’LL SACRIFICE YOURS!” Gable blurts out.
Both pause.
“How did you know?” Grimwolf asks.
“If I become The Nekken, what’ll become of you?” Cael offers with a shrug. “I think we both know, don’t we? I’m not here to take your life, Grimmy; we used to be friends, once.”
“I turned on you. I chose glory over our friendship me hearty,” he admits sorrowfully. “I should never have done that. You were me crew.”
Gable shakes his head.
“It’s the past,” he says sternly. “It doesn’t matter. You vanished to try and find a way to save me, and I appreciate that. I respect that. You’ve done enough to make up for your mistakes.”
Israel puts his hands on his hips, flabbergasted.
“Then what now?” He wants to know, unsure of what comes next. “If ye don’t want the cure to what ails you, then what next?”
“We go home,” Gable suggests. “Or we sail the seven seas?”
The Captain shakes his head.
“Ye can’t,” he admits. His tone changes to that of utter sadness. “You don’t make the journey home.”
Cael takes a walk to sit on the edge of the ship, his legs hanging over the edge. Israel walks to meet him, sitting there too.
“What happens to me?” Cael asks honestly, hoping for an answer.
“Ye heart gives out, matey,” Grimwolf tells him what he read in the Deathnote. “It just gives out.”
“Then we sit, together, until the end,” Gable asks.
Israel Grimwolf nods, both of them sharing a hug as the ocean rocks the boat back and forth.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] VHS CHAMPIONSHIP [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#009fd6″ color=”#FFFFFF”] DEATHNOTE © VS. JENSEN CUSSEN [/edgtf_highlight]
Death’s son and Death’s Black Hand. Jensen Cussen is here for one reason only, but can Deathnote win this battle and erase his name from his own book?
As the bell rings so does it toll! And neither man wants it to toll for them as they meet in the center of the ring and begin to trade blows! Jensen ducks and weaves expertly before slamming a massive right hook into Deathnote’s stomach! But Deathnote retaliates with a massive uppercut of his own! Neither man gives an inch as fist meets flesh over and over!
HAIR TRIGGER!
SHADES OF DTR AS CUSSEN WHIPS OUT A LIGHTNING FAST STUNNER THAT SENDS DEATHNOTE STUMBLING INTO THE ROPES!
The Author is defenseless and Jensen lays into him with a combination of strikes before finishing with a massive clothesline that sends Deathnote right over the ropes! Death’s son lands on the apron and Cussen nails a harsh headbutt that nearly floors him before hitting the far ropes and coming back full speed!
LEAPING SHOULDER TACKLE!
NO!
DEATHNOTE CATCHES HIM AND LIFTS HIM UP HIGH! BRAINBUSTER RIGHT ON THE FUCKING APRON! HE LEAPS TO THE OUTSIDE AND JENSEN’S NECK NEARLY FUCKING SNAPS!
Deathnote lays into Jensen with a plethora of kicks, raining them down with impunity before forcing Jensen up and running him right into the fucking barricade! He nails a knee to the temple that leaves Jensen fucking dazed before rearing back and running forward with a massive punt kick!
PEN STROKE!?
NO! JENSEN AVOIDS IT AND DEATHNOTE KICKS THE BARRICADE FULL FORCE!
Vengeance capitalizes and uses the moment to slam Deathnote head first across the barricade before forcing him up into a bear hug! He runs forwards and leaps crashing both him and Deathnote through the steel steps! Both men go rolling across the floor and Deathnote rises up just in time for Jensen to lash out at him! Wicked fast blows nail every part of Deathnote before a knee to the sternum drops him to the ground!
HE LEAPS BACK! SUPERKICK!
MOTHER FUCKING INFINITY RUSH! THAT MOVE HAS FINISHED MORE MATCHES THAN DEATHNOTE’S EVER BEEN IN!
Jensen grabs Deathnote by the hair! He can’t pin him outside the ring and he goes to roll him inside to put an end to this match. He hooks a leg!
ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!
DEATHNOTE KICKS OUT AND JENSEN CAN’T BELIEVE IT!
He kicks Deathnote in the jaw before begging him to stand up! The Author slowly begins to rouse from his place on the mat when Jensen hits the ropes with a springboard!
CURTAIN’S CLOSED! SPRINGBOARD FACEBUSTER- NO!
DEATHNOTE CATCHES HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS! GATHER THY SOUL! GO TO SLEEP! THE KNEE CRACKS AGAINST JENSEN’S TEMPLE!
He’s on wobbly legs and Deathnote hits the ropes before coming back with a clothesline straight from the afterlife that turns Jensen inside out! Deathnote falls to a knee for only a moment before forcing himself up and climbing the nearest turnbuckle! He looks down at Jensen before leaping!
KISS OF DEATH! DIVING DOUBLE FOOTSTOMP CAVES IN CUSSEN’S CHEST AND THE AUTHOR PERCHES ON TOP OF HIM FOR A PIN!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
NO!
JENSEN REACHES UP AND WRAPS HIS HANDS AROUND DEATHNOTE’S THROAT! HE PULLS DEATH’S SON IN AND NAILS A HEADBUTT ACROSS THE BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE!
Cussen rolls over and mounts Deathnote, laying into him with lefts and rights before slamming both fists down onto his chest! He’s trying to beat the life out of him! But Deathnote catches a fist and fires back a punch straight to the throat! Jensen rolls off hacking and coughing as Deathnote gets to his feet and hits the ropes again!
STROKE OF THE PEN!
PUNT KICK!
NO!
DEATHNOTE FAILS TO HIT THE PUNT AGAIN AS JENSEN CATCHES THE LEG AND BRINGS HIS ELBOW DOWN RIGHT ONTO DEATHNOTE’S KNEE!
He wraps a hand around Deathnote’s throat and lifts him up high! Slingshot Suplex off of the ropes!
DROPPED RIGHT INTO A BRAINBUSTER! THE GUILT TRIP ANNIHILATES DEATHNOTE!
OR NOT!?
DEATHNOTE STANDS RIGHT BACK UP! HE’S FIGHTING ON PURE INSTINCT RIGHT NOW AND REFUSES TO STAY DOWN!
A wild haymaker nails Jensen in the jaw followed by a leaping knee that rocks him! Deathnote refuses to let up as he hits a harsh headbutt! Jensen tries to fight back but Deathnote hauls him onto his shoulders!
AND HITS THE DYING WISH!
BURNING!
FUCKING!
HAMMER!
DEATHNOTE PINS!
ONE- NO!
NO ONE CAN FUCKING BELIEVE IT! JENSEN KICKS OUT BEFORE THE ONE COUNT!
Both men know a loss here means the worst! They refuse to stay down! They can’t stay down! They trade blows back and forth once more, each punch rocking one another as blood pours forth from their faces!
JENSEN DUCKS A WILD RIGHT HOOK!
HE LASHES OUT AGAIN WITH A FLURRY OF KICKS THAT PULVERIZE DEATHNOTE! HE CAN’T DEFEND HIMSELF AS JENSEN LEAPS UP WITH A KNEE TO THE JAW THAT DAZES HIM!
SPRINGBOARD SUPERKICK OFF THE ROPES!
DEATHNOTE IS STILL STANDING!
ANOTHER SUPER KICK!
ANOTHER!
INFINITE MOTHER FUCKING CHAOS!
Deathnote spits blood across the ring as he collapses and Jensen drops into a pin!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THERE’S NO WAY HE CAN KICK OUT!
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CAN HE!?
NO!
THREE!
Jensen Cussen just put Deathnote down! Death’s Black Hand has toppled Death’s own son!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER AND NEW VHS CHAMPION: JENSEN CUSSEN [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “THE POWER” [/edgtf_highlight]
After that amazing match, Jensen Cussen and Deathnote are sluggish getting back to their feet. They begin circling each other once more, a round two in the offing perhaps?
“I won’t let you kill me,” Deathnote roars in defiance.
“Let?” Jensen asks.
Darkness.
Pitch Black.
When the lights return, Jensen Cussen has vanished. He’s gone.
Left behind is Corvus.
Corvus tosses his poisoned stars at Deathnote, catching him in both legs and both arms. That disables him immediately, leaving him paralysed and on jelly legs before falling to his knees.
The Crow approaches, looming over Deathnote.
“There’s no way I could kill you without this,” he says, reaching into his cloak and pulling out a dagger. Deathnote’s eyes go wide upon seeing it, realizing what this means. “Your father gave me this.”
Suddenly, Corvus thrusts, the dagger into the neck of Deathnote causing a guttural yell accompanied by an explosion of black smoke.
Flash.
And just like that, Corvus is no longer in the ring.
He’s in the Hall of Skulls, alongside Death.
The black smoke travels through the air, forcing itself down the throat of Death, who consumes it.
“The power,” he grumbles. “I can feel it. When I return to the visage of The Butcher, Sigil won’t see me coming.”
Corvus slowly takes down his hood, which removes his visage, turning him back into Jensen Cussen.
“That’s why you needed me to kill him?” Jensen asks. “His power transfers to you upon his death, making you stronger.”
“Very well observed,” Death remarks. “But that means you’ve fulfilled your commitments to me, Mr. Cussen.”
Jensen nods.
Click.
Suddenly, Death clicks his fingers, exploding Jensen Cuseen’s heart from within his chest. Vengeance stumbles backwards, collapsing against the wall, blood pouring down the cavity where his heart used to be.
Death betrayed him.
That fucking cunt, betrayed him.
With a look of sadness in his eyes, Jensen Cussen remains sat, deceased, as Death flutters away back to where The Butcher is being helped by Sigil.
Now he has the power.
Now he’s ready to fight.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “DOCTOR FISH” [/edgtf_highlight]
Flashforward.
Twenty years later.
We’re in a laboratory, in which electricity sparks from two pylons, arcing into a poor being that screams in agony between them. Stood watching is a man in a red suit, with a bald head, and he’s smiling sadistically.
“Father,” he begs between bursts of electricity. “Please… stop!”
The man in the red walks over to a dial and turns up the power.
“Doctor Fish,” he corrects him. “That’s my name. I’m not your father, I’m your creator.”
The electrical bursts finally stop.
“I’ve been searching for you for years. Do you know how many of my brothers I come across?” He asks angrily. “DEAD! You killed every single one that couldn’t stop you.”
Fish shrugs.
“All those years ago when I lost my Toybox, I realized that I shouldn’t be testing my father’s creations – they were all failures. I decided to make my own. That’s why you exist, D’Ville. I created you, gave you a story, and sent you out into the wild to become. I hoped you’d find me. I hoped.”
D’Ville lowers his head shamefully, shaking it.
“What do you want, SeeSaw?” D’Ville says, calling the Doctor by his original and most terrifying name.
Fish laughs to himself; somewhat proud, somewhat surprised.
“I see you did your research, boy,” he remarks with a snarl. “But you exist to continue my legacy – if you can. Let’s see if you’re capable, shall we?”
The Doctor releases his from his electrical restraints and watches as he drops to the floor. D’Ville barely has a moment to rest before the older Fish rushes at him, kicking him hard in the head.
He pulls him to his feet, only D’Ville strikes harder and faster than expected, grabbing Fish and ramming him head first into the electrical pylon. Sparks fly, and The Doctor fries before our very eyes, falling to the floor in a burned and miserable heap.
“Hah!” He mutters. “Finally, a creation worthy of my legacy.”
“I’LL NEVER BECOME YOU!” D’Ville roars.
STOMP!
He stamps down on Fish’ head, exploding it beneath his boot. With Andrew Fish now mush between his feet, D’Ville storms over to the pylons.
“This ends with me,” be roars, SLAMMING HIS HEAD INTO THE ELECTRICAL PYLON!
He screams, his face burning and catching on fire, before he falls down, dead on the floor next to his ‘father’.
The legacy of SeeSaw…. finished.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] OSW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#009fd6″ color=”#FFFFFF”] ZERO VS. PYRE © VS. LUKE STORM [/edgtf_highlight]
It all comes down to this: with all the shit that’s been brewed between these three, we shall indeed see if the winner gets to write history when we determine the OSW World Champion tonight! Who will be the last Bad Mother Fucker standing?
As Luke comforts Scarlet, holding his daughter in the comfortable confines of his family home, you can hear the scuffle of two very bad mother fuckers outside.
GLASS SHATTERS!
Scarlet shrieks as the visage of Pyre’s cut-up body vaults through the bay window and, landing on top of a pile of freshly broken glass. Storm clutches his daughter tighter as the door busts open—
“Knock knock, mother fucker!”
Zero stomps through the doorway and he’s on a mission. These two assholes have put him through hell for the better part of the year, and now it’s high time for payback.
Zero freezes at the sight of Scarlet.
“Shitstorm, I’m gonna give you to til the count of ten to get that little girl the hell outta my way before I fuck your shit up.”
Zero moves towards Pyre who’s slowly getting to her feet…
“One…”
Zero grabs a table lamp—
AND SMASHES IT OVER PYRE’S HEAD!
“Two…”
Storm frantically ushers Scarlet to the stairs as Zero charges Pyre—
SHINING WIZARD!!
16 GB OF RAM!!
“I ain’t done with you yet, bitch,” he mutters to Pyre as Scarlet scurries up the stairs…
“TEN!”
The shout came from Storm as he hucked a bottle of Pinot Noir at Zero. It narrowly zips past his head and explodes as it smashes into a picture frame of Luke and Scarlet on the mantle of his fireplace.
“What a fucking waste of vino…” Pyre grumbles, looking on from the floor.
Storm comes flying at Zero, and the brawl ensues! A fury of punches and kicks are exchanged between them! Storm pump kicks Zero into his Christmas tree, and when Zero makes contact with the lights they begin to alternate colors and flash, going haywire and sending a shockwave through him!
Storm pauses a moment to look at the ruined, wine-stained photograph.
“Damnit, that was my only photo of Scarlet!”
Zero is getting his senses back, but Storm leaves him no time and jumps knee-first into him—
DOWNPOUR!!
But Zero counters the codebreaker, catching Storm and lifting him onto his shoulders…
AND SLAMMING HIM NECK-FIRST THROUGH THE COFFEE TABLE WITH A BURNING HAMMER!!
CPU DRIVER!!
There’s wood splinters all over the floor, and as Zero climbs out of the rubble he’s met with—
A FIRE POKER TO THE BACK!
Pyre walloped him good, and does so again, but this time a bionic hand catches it, and Zero yanks Pyre towards him—
GOOZLE!
Zero’s hand is wrapped tight around Pyre’s throat!
“Remember when you liked this, bitch?”
Pyre’s gasping for air here, and out of pure desperation she wraps her legs around Zero’s arm and head, and clamps them tight around his neck with everything she’s got—
FIRE TRIANGLE!!
SHE’S CHOKING HIM OUT NOW!!
Pyre’s shrieks echo throughout the house as she chokes the life out of her ex-fiancée, bringing him to his knees, and just as Zero’s body starts to go limp he catches a second wind, lifting Pyre up inside the chimney—
PYRE’S FACE SMASHES OFF THE BRICKS!
This loosens her grip, and Zero lifts Pyre straight up into a choke—
AND SITOUT POWERBOMBS HER INTO THE HARD WOOD FLOOR!!!
BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH!!!
There’s a massive crater in the middle of Storm’s living room now, but Zero isn’t done with Pyre.
He grabs the fire poker and fucking curls it around her neck as if it were made of aluminum foil.
“Dream of me, bitch—“
HE TIGHTENS IT AROUND PYRE’S NECK!!!
PYRE’S STRUGGLING TO BREATHE!!!
Pyre heats up the metal in a last ditch effort to escape death—
WOOD SHARD INTO ZERO’S BACK!
Zero yelps in pain as the blood begins to trickle out from around the stake that Storm just jabbed into him.
“You mother f—”
WOODEN LOG TO ZERO’S HEAD!
Pyre finally manages to remove the metal noose from around her neck and collapses in exhaustion as the hacker goes stumbling into the front hall with Storm following close behind. Zero, leaving a trail of blood from room to room, collapses into the wine cabinet at the foot of the staircase leading up to the landing where Scarlet sits, watching on in horror. Storm rushes Zero—
TACKLING HIM INTO THE CABINET!
They bounce off the wall and land in a pile of booze and broken glass, and Luke rings his hands around Zero’s neck from above, looking to snuff him out—
CRACK!
LOWBALL GLASS TO STORM’S HEAD!
Scarlet’s scream grabs Zero’s attention, and as Storm scurries towards the stairs Zero chugs some of Luke’s whiskey, then yanks the wooden shard out from his back!
“Oooh, you gone done it now!” Zero growls as a bloodied Storm crawls up, step by step, pleading for Scarlet to hide.
Zero pours the rest of the whiskey onto his wound before stalking Storm.
“That’s some cheap ass whiskey for a big shot movie star,” Zero quips as he boots Storm in the lower back. “Come on, Hollywood—“
Zero pump kicks Storm’s head into a stair but he keeps climbing!
THE RESILIENCY OF THIS MAN!
Pictures of Luke’s face line the stairwell, each headshot more arrogant and airbrushed than the last, and Zero starts pelting Storm with them.
“C’MON, HOLLYWOOD!!” Zero taunts as Luke finally reaches the second floor, and in the same moment Zero heaves Storm through a door into what must be Storm’s bedroom. There’s a massive tapestry on the wall above his California king bed depicting him holding a trident whilst riding a great white shark in a monsoon.
And of course, he’s wearing his trademark sunglasses.
“Da fuck…?” asks Zero.
But Scarlet is on the bed, squealing at the site of her bloodied father, and Zero keys in on this.
“Tell daddy you love him, cuz this gon’ be the last he sees your pretty face…”
ZERO RUNS STORM THROUGH THE SLIDING GLASS DOOR ONTO THE BALCONY!
Scarlet is balling her eyes out, screaming for Zero to stop!
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!” Zero menacingly shouts at her before following Luke out, who’s now bleeding from the mouth.
Zero slaps a hand around Storm’s throat—
AND LIFTS HIM UP—
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HE’S HOLDING HIM OVER THE EDGE!!
THERE’S ONLY CLIFFS BELOW!!
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ABSOLUTE ZER—NO!!
ABSOLUTE LOW BLOW—
FROM PYRE!!
Zero drops to his knees as Storm slides out to safety—
BAPTISM BY FIRE TO ZERO!!
LIGHTNING STRIKE TO ZERO!!
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Pyre and Storm lock eyes for a moment—
DOUBLE SUPERKICK!!!
SUPERKICK PARTAYYYYYYY!!!
ZERO TUMBLES OVER THE LEDGE!!!
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SWIFT KICK TO THE NUTS BY PYRE!!!
She took Storm’s breath away with that and drags him back towards the bedroom where a pile of broken glass lies—
FIRE IN THE BELLY!!
X-FACTOR INTO THE GLASS!!
Scarlet squeals as her dad lands with a thud into the glass shards. Pyre catches a glimpse of the girl, but is distracted when she looks up at the tapestry of Luke over his bed. She looks down to him, then does a double take back to it and just shakes her head at Scarlet out of embarrassment. She steps towards Storm, who’s leaving a trail of blood as he crawls towards his bed, looking to finish him off, but doesn’t notice the bionic hand reaching out from under the balcony behind her…
“You’re so fucking pathetic, Lucas,” she sighs as she leans over his head. “Scarlet will thank me for putting you out of your misery…”
But Pyre turns her head just in time for a—
BOOT PROCESS!!
BIG BOOT TO PYRE’S FACE!!
She tumbles out the bedroom door, and Zero stalks her as she crawls to the stairs.
“Sup now, bitch—“
PUMP KICK TO HER FACE!
Zero drags Pyre’s head across the wooden pickets, making a bunk bunk bunk sound as if he were playing the xylophone!
GOOZLE!
Zero lifts Pyre up by the throat and dangles her over the edge now—
“YOU GOIN STRAIGHT BACK TK HELL NOW, PYRE!”
AND CHOKESLAMS HER TO THE FIRST FLOOR!!
ABSOLUTE ZERO!!
Pyre lands in a heap, but Zero turns around right into a—
DOWNPOUR!!
CODEBREAKER FROM STORM!!
ZERO IS TEETERING OVER THE BALCONY…
LIGHTNING STRIKES TWICE!!
THE SUPERKICK LAUNCHES ZERO OVER THE TOP!!
Zero lands with a crash next to Pyre, and as the two ex lovers begin to get up, they should have realized that where there’s lightning…
THERE’S THUNDER!!
MOONSAULT BY STORM ONTO THEM BOTH!!
All three Bad Mother Fuckers are in a world of hurt, and they lick their wounds as they face one another. As they prepare to end this battle, we hear a knock from where the front door used to be.
“HelloOOooo? Anybody hoOOooome??”
It’s fucking Simon.
And he’s carrying a bouquet of roses and a bottle of merlot.
Simon stops in his tracks as he makes eye contact with the three of them. He checks his watch and begins to backpedal into the living room but he’s not quite quick enough to avoid—
A BIONIC CLOTHESLINE!!
FIREWALL!!
ZERO DAMN NEAR DECAPITATED HIM!!
AND THE MERLOT AND FLOWERS GO FLYING INTO THE AIR!!
DAMMIT! NOT THE WINE AGAIN!!
Pyre tries to run at them, to assuming my save the wine, but is bear hugged from behind by Storm!
“You’re gonna watch this feature film— AND YOU’RE GONNA LIKE IT!!” he screams at her as she flails, watching Zero stalk her husband…
KICK TO THE GUT—
STUNNER!!!
PUNK CITY KILLER!!!
SIMON IS LAID OUT!!!
Storm spins out Pyre—
KICK TO THE GUT—
STUNNER!!!
GALE STORM!!!
Pyre flops onto the floor and the two men advance towards one another—
KICK TO THE GUT—
AND DOUBLE MIDDLE FINGERS BY ZERO!!!
PUNK CITY KILLAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
PYRE AND STORM ARE DOWN AND OUT!!!
ZERO IS THE LAST MAN STANDING!!!
It’s a redemption story with a dark twist for Zero tonight, who hacked his way to the OSW World Championship as the last mother fucker standing!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER AND OSW WORLD CHAMPION: ZERO [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “TIL THE DAY I DIE” [/edgtf_highlight]
“YOU FUCKING CUNT!”
Those three words are roared across the room as Zero gets back to his feet and rushes across it, tackling Simon to the floor in a heap.
The Hacker uses both hands to strangle Simon, wrapping them around his throat.
“I’m gonna enjoy this,” he bellows, strangling.
Snap.
With his bionic fingers clasped tightly around Simon Blackharts throat, Zero finally snaps – snapping his neck.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Pyre’s pain echoes through the room with the excruciation in which it was yelled. Zero looks over to see Luke Storm stirring on the floor and Pyre, now kneeling, tears streaming down her face.
Suddenly, flames begin bursting from her.
Like a firework, she begins exploding fire in each and every direction. Luke Storm gets back to his feet and rushes to the stairs…
BOOM!
Only a fiery explosion hits the wall in front of him and sends him barrelling back across the room.
“Pyre!” Zero yells. “You’ll fuckin’ kill us all!”
But she isn’t listening.
She’s distraught.
As her tears fill the air with smoke and flame, Zero realizes there’s a face peering at them through the cracks in the stairs bannister.
Scarlett.
He immediately rushes over, ducking flame and fireball as he does. The entire downstairs is now engulfed in fire with Pyre at the dead centre of the inferno. Zero reaches Scarlett, scooping her up in his arms.
Luke Storm has been badly burnt.
His once perfect complexion now serves as a half mask as skin melts from his face. He looks up at Scarlett from deep within the inferno…
Edward Newton.
He sees his brother.
It’s Edward, carrying Scarlett outside through the fire and flame.
The Tempest smiles, his eyes closing as a thick plume of smoke crosses his vision.
Only it isn’t Edward Newton. That was the mirage of a dying man. It was Zero. The Hacker rushes Scarlett outside and turns around at the end of the drive, just in time.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Pyre’s rage is thus that she explodes, condemning the house to an explosive end that sees it annihilated before our very eyes. With Luke Storm and Pyre inside, there’s no signs of life from either as the house, now broken, collapsed, and battered, burns where it once stood.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] TORNADO MATCH [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#009fd6″ color=”#FFFFFF”] BELLATOR & RENAULT VS. SANCTUS & RHODES [/edgtf_highlight]
It all began with two brothers and a difference in the ideals of Faith and nearly seven years later, through fire and forgiveness, through betrayal and bowls, through suffering and safety, Lux and Solomon still stand on the other side, unable to see through the eyes of those they love and now they’ve dragged their own children into this messy argument of theirs. Will the Dragons flames rise high and pave a path for Yahwehs resurrection or can Lux force him into the Light and finally give this long suffering family the peace they deserve?
The bell sounds as Sanctus and Renault rush forward, Sanctus spearing Renault to the mat as he begins to pound down on his cousin. Lux turns to his boy, trying to stop him but he gets whipped around on his feet
AS SOLOMON TRIES TO FORCE HIS HAND DOWN HIS THROAT!
Lux quickly kicks his way out of the Lazarus Chamber, staggering Solomon back with a brutal headbutt before the pair begin going at it with heavy lefts and right. All four men exchanging hard blows as Sanctus gets whipped across the ring, intersecting with Solomon as the two stop their momentum, flinging eachother forward
AS THEY BOTH DELIVER BRUTAL LARIATS!
Renault and Lux slowly get up to their feet, both men on their knees
DARK UNHOLY WISH!
DOUBLE KNEELING SUPERKICKS!
The boot barely hits face before both Lux and Renault are forced up to their feet, pummeled with lefts and rights before Sanctus lifts Renault up high
YAHWEH’S….NO!
Renault slips down, dropping Sanctus on the back of his head with a Snap German Suplex.
Solomon is pummeling Lux with knee after knee to the jaw, trying to stun his brother for that throat crushing Chamber but he wiffs one knee, Lux leaping up as he stuns the Dragon with an enziguri before rushing to the ropes, bouncing off as he spins around his brother,
BEFORE DRILLING HIM TO THE MAT WITH THE ARM OF GOD!
Sanctus and Lux are stunned as they find themselves peeled off the mat and lifted up high into the air. Both uncle and nephew look at eachother before Renault and Lux nod, rushing forward
YAHWEH’S SIGN! MEET IN THE MIDDLE CRUCIFIX POWERBOMBS!
That could well be it there but both Lux and Renault know they need a lot more as Lux pulls his brother up and Renault pulls his cousin up, both setting up for something big as they place them between their legs
Bad move boys
DOUBLE UPPERCUT TO THE NUTS!
Lux is doubled over as Solomon leaps up
CHAOS THEORY! CODEEBBBREEAKKKKKAH
Renault stumbles on his feet right into the path of his father
WHO SHOWS HIM SOME CHAOS THEORY OF HIS OWN!
Darth Jesus doesn’t go down, stumbling and out on his feet as he staggers into the path of the Chosen One
AND A BONE BREAKING IMPERTIO! The Standing Side Slam nearly driving Renault through the mat as Sanctus kicks his cousin out of the ring before the Templar and the Dragon turn their attention to to the slowly rising Holy Warrior and a sickening grin crosses the face of the Dragon. He points to the left as he rushes to the right, both men bouncing off the ropes
INFERNAL DESIRE! SANDWICH KNEELING SUPERKICK!
Lux Bellator looks barely concious, swaying on his knees as he coughs up a glob of blood onto the mat. Solomon peels him up, drilling him with hard knee after hard knee before a brutal leaping one nearly breaks his jaw as he tosses his limp form into Sanctus who he tells to lift him up before heading up to the top rope. Sanctus hoisting Lux high in the air as Solomon steadies himself up top, Sanctus throwing his father forward as the Dragon leaps off
BLOODY PENANCE! CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB RIGHT INTO THAT DEADLY LEAPING STOMP!
Lux has to be done here but The Dragon doesn’t just want to beat his brother here, he wants to make him suffer for the sins of Yahweh’s decimation as he yells at Sanctus to grab something from ringside
He yells at him to Grab the Fucking Tables.
Sanctus rolls out of the ring, pulling one out from underneath the ring as Lux is thrown like a sack of shit through the middle ropes to the concrete floor. Sanctus peels his father up off the floor,
RUNNING SPEAR THROUGH THE ROPES ON SANCTUS BY RENAULT!
Darth Jesus is up as he tackles his cousin to the floor, pounding down on him with lefts and rights. Sanctus staggers back, trying to flee but Renault is on him as the two begin to brawl heavily up, Solomon rushing forward as he tries to help out his nephew
BUT HE GETS SPEARED FROM BEHIND BY A RECOVERED LUX!
Renault and Sanctus brawl their way to the back as Lux pummels down on his brother with hard lefts and rights, Solomon delivering a poke to the eye as he tries to scramble away but Lux catches him with a hard elbow to the back of the head before flipping forward
DEUM LUCEM!
Lux slams Solomon down on the hard steel ramp, the Light Warrior shaking in rage as he drops down, pummeling Solomon with hard lefts and rights, busting open the Dragon before getting up as he slowly drags his brother towards the entrance ramp.
And the Titantron above them.
Solomon is dazed and nearly out cold as Lux slowly begins to climb up higher and higher, knowing he needs something big to put down the Dragon here, finally stopping as he stands shakily on top of the titantron, turning around as he delivers the sign of the cross before diving off
MOONSAULT
…………………
CHAOS THEORY!
SOLOMON CODEBREAKERS LUX RIGHT OUT OF THE AIR!
Both men are down and out, Solomon favoring his knees as the Light Warrior just looks done. The Dragon slowly rising up, wiping the blood from his eyes as he peels his brother up off the floor, pummeling him with hard lefts and rights before lifting him up high as he begins to sprint down the rampway
RUNNING CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!
Lux crashes through, the wood absolutely obliterated from the impact as that has to be it there as the Dragon lifts up the limp Lux and throws him in the ring but he doesn’t follow up. He doesn’t roll back in and try to cover
He just stares at the fallen Lux for a moment, burning fire raging in his eyes as he peels up the apron, looking for something. Not another table, not a chair or a kendo stick.
But a weapon seldom seen in the halls of OSW.
A large barbed wire cross.
And just like his son once crucified a demon upon it
Solomon will sacrifice the heathen that wears his brothers flesh.
Solomon slides it into the ring, looking to stand it but notices Lux slowly getting to his feet, some fight still in the Light Warrior but the Dragon may well stamp it out
DARKWISH
DARKWISH
DARKWISH
DARKWISH
Superkick after Superkick as Solomon is trying to scramble his brothers damn brains here, Lux barely conscious as he reaches one hand up to Solomon who slaps it away
DARKWISH!
A fifth Superkick drives out the last of the fight in Lux before he’s lifted up and place upon the barbed wire cross. The Dragon having bad intentions here as he wraps the wire around his waist before slowly heading up to the top rope. Lux is done as Solomon peers down at his brother, one last move to finally end this war once and for all.
……………………………….
But Solomon can’t do it.
This isn’t just beating his brother, this damn well could kill him so the Dragon hesitates. Closing his eyes as he tries to push through, not noticing Lux stirring and leaping forward
CROTCHING SOLOMON ON THE TOP ROPE!
Solomon is stunned as Lux rips the barbed wire off him with a sickening scream, blood oozing down his stomach as he slowly climbs up top. Rhodes tries to fight back but a headbutt takes all the fight out of him as Lux cradles his brother’s head in both hands, The Dragon spitting blood right in his face.
“I should have never saved you from the cage”
Lux just looks at his brother, sorrow in his eyes as he shakes his head.
“I wish I could’ve saved you.”
DISCIPLE MAKER
FROM THE TOP ROPE
THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE FUCKING CROSS!
The cross explodes from impact, shards of barbed wire and pieces of wood fly everywhere but mostly into Lux and Solomon as both brothers Bellator have impact wounds everywhere from the wood and metal, both of them bleeding out in a heap on the mat. The ring is silent for a moment, the referee just looking on as he begins to count
ONE
………………….
TWO
……………………..
THREE
……………………
FOUR
…………………….
FIVE
……………………………….
SIX
…………………………………
SEVEN
…………………………………………
EIGHT
……………………………………….
NIN……LUX FLOPS OVER ONTO SOLOMON
THE REFEREE DROPS DOWN FOR THE COUNT
ONE
………………………….
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TWO
……………………………….
………………………………………..
…………………………………………………
………………………………………………..
THREE!!!
This brutal war is over as Lux and Renault beat Solomon and Sanctus here but with how the brothers nearly killed eachother here, can you really call it a victory in the end?
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNERS: LUX BELLATOR & SIR RENAULT [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “ALL RHODES LEAD TO THE LIGHT” [/edgtf_highlight]
Both men are broken.
Whilst the victor slumps away, neither of these men look like winners. They’ve broken themselves here tonight.
“I didn’t want this,” Lux mutters, blood seeping from the mouth of his mask. “After everything we’ve been through, I thought and hoped our story would end another way.”
Solomon takes a sharp deep breath.
“After everything we’ve been through, I thought the least I was owed was my love,” he replies through gritted teeth. “I couldn’t save her, Lux. I couldn’t save her but I could save you.”
They both look at one another. Lux crawls to the ropes, leaning up against them in a seated position. Solomon does the same, being helped towards them by Lux.
“I searched for a way to bring Yahweh back. I spent so much time looking for him that I missed her final moments and alienated my boys, and for what?” Rhodes muses. “To get Thomas killed and for Renault to hate me.”
Bellator shakes his head.
“He doesn’t hate you,” Bellator assures him. “But you’ve made the same mistakes I did when breaking the seals. You thought you knew better but you were being selfish, and you brought my son into it.”
Solomon looks towards his old friend with sorrow in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, old friend,” he admits. “I love your son like he’s my own; you know that I do.”
Both men wince in pain, slowly beginning to fade away from their wounds.
Just then, Renault and Sanctus rush toward the ring in unison, sliding in to comfort their own respective fathers. They each kneel beside them, cradling them in their arms.
“I’m sorry dad,” Sanctus says tearfully. “I thought I was doing what you would do. I thought you lost sight of how important Yahweh is in our lives.”
Lux grabs Sanctus by the mask and pulls him in close, head to head.
“Promise me that you’ll let Sigil return you to your timeline,” Lux pleads. “Promise me, Sanctus.”
“I promise, papa,” he replies earnestly. “I won’t let you down again.”
Renault takes a seat alongside his father, leaning up against the ropes. Solomon winces in pain again but places a hand on his son’s lap.
“I’m proud of you,” he admits. “You were brave to turn your back on us and find your own path. I’m sorry for Thomas, I truly am – I can never make up for that. I just hope you forgive me.”
Darth Jesus doesn’t say anything at first.
Then, finally, after sharing a look with a nodding Lux, he does.
“When you finally meet up with Thomas in heaven, tell him that I love him,” Renault says. “Tell mom that you’re sorry and that you love her. She needed to hear that, dad.”
Solomon nods.
All four men now sit against the ropes in the middle of the ring, holding hands, as slowly but surely, they fade away.
At the same time, both Lux and Solomon’s grip lessens, until they’re no more.
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] A BATTLE FOR THE DEATH CRYSTAL [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#009fd6″ color=”#FFFFFF”] SIGIL VS. RAIN [/edgtf_highlight]
Continued from earlier.
Death stands over Sigil as Rain, bald, black goo leaking from his eyes and mouth. His skin rots from his body, as if he’s overcome with disease.
“What the hell has happened to you?” Sigil questions, slowly getting back to his feet and dusting the snow off.
Death grimaces.
“I consumed the power of my son to be able to defeat you,” he roars back. “And this vessel can barely contain such power.”
Both men storm towards one another, colliding in a thunderous clap of violence. The force of the collision is such that they barrel back into the house behind them, smashing through the brick wall and landing on the floor.
They both get back to their feet, slamming right and left hands into one another, the force of which shakes the ground with vibrations. Sigil pushes Death backwards to a nearby wall and slams a fist at him, only Death ducks, sending Sigil’s hand through the plaster.
That traps him and gives The Grim Reaper an opening. He kicks The Collector hard and low, dropping him to his knees.
“All that power and a kick to the balls drops you like a sack of shit,” he muses.
Sigil laughs, kneeling at ground level before Headbutting Death right back in the same place. Death also falls to his knees.
“You’re in a meatsuit, dickhead,” The Collector laughs back, pulling his hand from the wall. “You’ve got balls too.”
Both get back to their feet, Sigil reaching out for a large 2×4 and CRACKING IT OVER THE SKULL OF DEATH!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
AND THE 2X4 BREAKS IN HALF WITH THE FEROCITY!
The Collector grabs him by the scruff of the neck and runs him as hard as he can into a nearby wall, sending him straight through it. He approaches via the other side.
But Death isn’t there.
The rubble exists where he should be, but he’s vanished.
FROM BEHIND!
STEEL BAR TO THE SKULL!
Sigil collapses backwards.
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
NO!
SIGIL BLOCKS IT!
THEY TEST STRENGTH, BOTH EQUALLY AS STRONG AS ONE ANOTHER.
“You’re not as strong as you think,” Sigil remarks with a hiss.
Death lunges forward with a Headbutt, stumbling him backwards.
“I’m strong enough,” he replies angrily.
Both men storm towards one another again, locking up and tussling back and forth, each trying to prove that they’re stronger than the other. They stumble through the building until suddenly Sigil flashes open a portal and both men fall through it.
WOMP!
They land in the middle of the ring!
Death chuckles to himself.
“You fucking coward,” he boasts with a sneer.
Both are now inside the Red Snow ring.
“Let’s see if that vessel of yours remembers how to dance, shall we?” Sigil says, tackling Death to the canvas with a Clothesline.
Death bounces straight back up, ducking another Clothesline attempt and hitting the ropes.
SHOULDER BLOCK TAKEDOWN!
Sigil this time bounces straight back up, into a Swinging Neckbreaker by The Grim Reaper. He chuckles to himself, demanding Sigil come get some.
And he does.
The Collector rushes him..
COSMIC LEAP!
BUT DEATH SPINS AROUND, SEEING IT COMING!
SIGIL APPEARS NOW…
PLACEBO EFFECT! VERTIBREAKER TO THE COLLECTOR!
Rain may be breaking to pieces before our very eyes, but something inside him still remembers how to wrestle. He gets back to his feet, standing over Sigil who writhes in agony.
“It’s time to end this,” he growls.
Sigil though refuses, kicking out at him and pushing him backwards. He pops back up to his feet and grabs him, forcing him over his knee and barraging him with elbows to the face.
THE LONG ROAD AHEAD!
He pulls him back up and whips him into the corner.
The Collector storms in with a flurry of blows. He hits him in the eyes, nose, mouth, throat and body with brutal shots that Rain tries to cover up from but fails.
Sigil turns around and looks to take a run up, hitting the other corner and coming back…
ACID RAIN!
THE BLACK MIST! THE BLACK MIST! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
THE BLACK MIST HITS SIGIL’S VISOR OF HIS MASK AND BEGINS BURNING THROUGH IT!
PORTAL!
He’s gone.
Sigil has gone.
Death looks surprised. He’s not sure what to make of it. He looks around for a few moments before a portal opens above his head and SIGIL COMES DIVING DOWN THROUGH IT WITH HIS MASK ANEW!
DIVING DOUBLE FISTS FROM ABOVE NAIL DEATH!
Both hit the canvas with a thud.
“So that’s it?” Death asks breathlessly. “Your secret identity… that’s your kryptonite?”
He rushes over, grabbing Sigil by the mask and yanking at it. He pulls and pulls… he pulls some more…
AND…
ARE WE ABOUT TO FIND OUT WHO SIGIL IS?!
HE PULLS IT OFF…
NO!
SIGIL STOPS HIM!
Sigil kicks out, forcing Death backwards and into the ropes. He pops back to his feet but The Grim Reaper is there, waiting…
BROTHER MINE!
DIRTY DEEDS! HEADLOCK DRIVER STRAIGHT INTO THE FUCKING CANVAS!
THE RING COLLAPSES
THE ENTIRE FUCKING RING COLLAPSES WITH THE FEROCITY!
THE COLLECTOR MUST BE DONE.
HE MUST BE FINISHED.
Rain slowly gets back to his feet, chuckling to himself as he does.
“You can’t beat me,” he stammers. “It’s over, you thief. Give me back the fucking crystals or I’ll fucking kill you.”
The Collector doesn’t respond at first.
But when his head finally lifts off the canvas, it’s only to shake it in the direction of Death.
Death walks over defiantly, turning him over and laying into him with thunderous strikes.
RIGHT!
LEFT!
RIGHT!
LEFT!
RIGHT!
LEFT!
Sigil is reeling, and he’s being beaten to death before our eyes. Death finally lunges backwards for what would surely be the killer blow….
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
A YELLOW PORTAL OPENS BEHIND DEATH!
AND SIGIL KICKS HIM THROUGH IT!
WHAT THE FUCK?
Static.
Everything suddenly changes.
The entire Slaughterhouse fades away into the background and we’re left in an entirely different world.
It’s white.
It’s pristine.
It looks a lot like heaven. As the hue brightens on our screen to show beauty, Death and Sigil land in the middle of it.
Only this time, Sigil isn’t near his end. He’s standing, with figures behind him as a backdrop that we can barely make out. Death gets back to his feet, looking around himself in awe.
“What is this?” He asks curiously – a little bit of fear in his voice.
Suddenly, The Chief, Zeus, Odin, Anubis, Themis, Shezmu, Xochipilli, Shiva and Ahriman show themselves as the figures stood behind Sigil.
“No, it can’t be,” Death mutters in shock. “I reaped you…. I reaped you all. How? How are you doing this?”
The Collector steps back into the crowd as they approach.
“I control reality,” he whispers back. “So, I’ve made you a little reality of our own for a minute.”
The Gods rush at Death, lunging at him, mauling him. He’s taken down to the floor immediately, being kicked at and punched as the Gods give him the beating of a lifetime.
Foremost amongst them is The Chief, delivering kicks to the head that make a police officer weep. He pulls him from the crowd and back to his feet, tossing him towards Zeus.
LIGHTNING STRIKE TO THE CHEST!
RAIN FLIES BACKWARDS
He slams into the concrete floor with a thud, but it isn’t over. Anubis is next, summoning dead souls from the ether to rush into him, attacking him violently. They zip through him, cutting as they go, slashing away with brutal strikes that rip at the flesh of Death.
The Grim Reaper recoils in agony, only to find a noose immediately around his neck. He’s thrust up into gallows as Odin stands by, watching him hang, struggling for breath as he does.
Sigil watches on from a distance, taking it all in.
Suddenly, a portal opens behind the swinging body of Death who gasps for air – it’s green.
PLLLAANNNEEESSWAALLLLKKEERRR!
LEAPING DROPKICK THROUGH THE FUCKING PORTAL, SNAPPING THE NOOSE AROUND HIS NECK AND THRUSTING HIM SOMEWHER ELSE!
Static.
Another green portal opens, and they both drop out once again, Death slamming into the floor unceremoniously before bouncing away. Sigil meanwhile lands on his feet.
We’re in familiar place.
It’s Ring of Dreams V.
Sigil has taken us back in time to Ring of Dreams! There’s no God’s anymore. There’s no-one to believe in.
Rain stands in the middle of the ring, his eyes closed, taking a deep breath.
Suddenly, the walls begin to crumble. Dust starts falling from the rafters. The building begins to violently shake as the ground almost eats away at the floor. Cracks begin to appear in every direction as people run for their lives.
But he stands amongst it.
“Death is permanent,” he growls. “Life is temporary.”
Big chunks of the Tap Room roof, accompanied by large shards of glass, begin to fall.
People are getting impaled and slaughtered by the debris.
Sigil meanwhile knows exactly where to stand to avoid the dropping concrete and glass. He knows exactly where to move to avoid it. Death, however, is being clobbered left and right by falling pieces of The Tap Room. A large piece of falling glass impales him, landing right in his chest as he falls to the floor, soon squashed by a ginormous piece of concrete block.
“Say goodbye to your house of revival,” he continues.
“Say goodbye to cheating death.”
“I will not be ignored. I will not be escaped.”
Screams, horrifying screams.
“Balance will be restored.”
One final horrifying scream echoes as the building comes down entirely. Sigil meanwhile pulls himself from a small crevice in the destruction, appearing unharmed. He reaches into the concrete, dragging the prone and near lifeless body of Death from it, towards another portal.
This one is red.
He violently tosses the limp Death through it, following as he does.
Static.
We arrive in the void. There’s nothing but pitch black as Death lands with a thump and Sigil with it. Death stirs, still not quite had enough – though he’s on his last legs, trying to crawl away from The Collector with everything he has.
“Dad?” A voice calls out.
It’s Deathnote.
“No, please, not this,” Death begs, looking up at Sigil with wanting eyes.
“Love,” Sigil says with a knowing nod. “The only thing you ever have, it seems.”
Deathnote rushes over to his father, kneeling beside him. He looks beside himself, trying to figure out what’s going on.
Then his expression changes.
And he remembers.
“You fucking killed me!?” He questions angrily. “You…. You…”
“I’m sorry,” The Grim Reaper tries to express through painfully gritted teeth.
Deathnote angrily stands up.
“How fucking sick is it that I’m the only thing you’ve ever loved; the only thing he could take you to with the love crystal and you had me killed,” The Author reminds him.
Death screams out in anguish and pain.
He’s both physically and mentally defeated.
He reaches out for his son who defiantly walks away, leaving his father behind to suffer.
Sigil draws upon one final portal – a normal one. It opens and he drags Death by his legs almost lifelessly through it.
This fight is over.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER: SIGIL [/edgtf_highlight]
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “I’M ON MY WAY II” [/edgtf_highlight]
Death lays beaten, having battled through time, reality and love.
Our final place is the Hall of Skulls, and Death rests on the old skull carved oak table, catching his breath.
Jensen Cussen’s body sits slumped over in the corner of the room, blood pooling around it.
“Why?” Death stammers in agony, begging the question. “Is it power?”
He groans in agony, holding his chest.
“That’s why you’ve done this, isn’t it Sigil?” He says arrogantly, as if he has all the answers. “We’re no different, you and I.”
The Collector vehemently shakes his head.
Flash.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“I would never kill the ones I love,” Sigil retorts. “You killed your only fucking son for this. I couldn’t kill when I needed to. It cost me everything.”
“Who… the fuck… are you?” Death stammers breathlessly.
Flash.
“Don’t go,” she pleads. “Stay with me just one more day.”
“Don’t go,” she pleads. “Stay with me just one more day.”
The Collector reaches into his satchel and pulls out the Ring King crown, placing it on his head. He reaches into his many pockets and begins retrieving crystals, placing them into the crown.
It begins glowing…
“It was always about power, but not for the reasons you think,” Sigil corrects him. “I killed a lot of people to get here, Death. The Cryptkeeper, Flavo, Wynona, Malice, Darby Sorrow….”
“And me?” Death says expectantly. “You think you can kill Death? You’re a fucking peon! You’re nothing!”
The Collector nods, releasing a powerful blast from his hands that channels the power of the crown. Red, yellow, green and white hues blast from his hands, ripping into Death.
Rain’s human form begins bursting at the seams, his screams echoing throughout the hall as everything turns to black.
As the cloud dissipates, all that remains is a crystal. Sigil bends down and picks it up, black veins reaching up his arms into his soul as he slowly places it within the crown.
BOOM!
A burst of black light flows from Sigil, who drops to his knees in pain as the power courses through his veins.
He’s now more than a God.
He has the power to control time.
He has the power to control reality.
He has the power to control love.
He has the power to control life.
And he has the power to control death.
Sigil slowly gets back to his feet, struggling to contain the power within him. He stumbles forward against the door.
“I’m on my way,” he stammers. “I’m on my way…”
Suddenly, the double doors Sigil is leaning against burst open as he reaches for the handles, knocking him backwards to the floor. He looks up, watching as two figures enter the room before him, slamming the doors behind them.
Chronoa.
The Impaler.
What the fuck!?
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!” Chronoa screams!
The Impaler stretches out his arms with power, releasing a monstrous burst from his mask that flows through the air like a blast from a nuclear weapon. Everything not nailed down flies backwards as Sigil braves the storm to get back to his feet.
He tries to fight against the force of it, stepping forward powerfully – only things from that blast begin grabbing at him.
It’s the Legion!
The Legion of Souls contained in The Impaler’s mask are scratching and clawing at Sigil, grabbing and restraining him.
When the blast ends…
The souls are gone.
Sigil is gone.
Chronoa is gone.
All that’s left is the Impaler, who looks at a mask that now lays dormant, drained of all colour and broken on the floor. He smiles wryly, finally released from his torment.
Beau Harris stands – formerly The Impaler, smiling as he takes a deep breath.
It’s over.
For him…
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “POWER II” [/edgtf_highlight]
The Glass Tower.
As if dropped from absolutely no-where, Sigil suddenly appears inside The Glass Tower. Before him are hundreds of monitors, watching every world from afar, including Earth.
Chronoa appears next to him.
“It worked,” she says powerfully. “Our weapon worked, sire.”
Flashback.
Deathstrike:
“The competition was a success,” she remarks, thumbing through the pages.
Dead End:
“Everything flows in the right direction,” the woman says confidently – happily, it seems. “I have no qualms with what I’m seeing, sire.”
Chronoa was the unseen woman this entire time.
It was her!
We finally turn to see the watcher.
“He’s now powerful enough to hear your voice,” Chronoa says, stepping aside.
“My name is Galactus,” he says with a boom – his voice deep and raspy. “And I created everything.”
A God of Gods.
“I created the Gods that created the universe,” he says with a measured and stoic tone. “Everything you see is of my creation, one way or another. So, tell me Sigil, what do you plan to do with all your newfound power?”
Sigil looks around the glass tower, looking out into the realms of space and into the void of darkness.
“I wanted to correct my gravest mistake. I wanted to see the love of my life again and my family,” he honestly admits.
“Interesting,” Galactus muses. “What if I was to tell you that The Ashen have invaded various different planets across my solar system?” He announces. “What if I were you tell you that I sent Whisper to stop Vigour from defeating them so that they could take Earth too?”
Sigil shakes his head.
“I didn’t do this for Earth, despite my love of it” he says sternly.
“No, I didn’t think so. But nevertheless, this universe is a mess and I’ve decided to reset it.”
The Collector gulps.
“Wait, what do you mean?” He enquires worriedly.
“I’m going to reset everything. I’m going to make new worlds and wipe everything from existence. I’m going to start over, Sigil.”
“No!” Sigil bellows. “Please don’t.”
There’s a slight pause, as Galactus takes in the plea. He sighs, shaking his head.
“I’ve been able to see so much on these monitors, including your origin. I don’t want to talk to the creation anymore, let’s meet he who hides under the mask, shall we?” Galactus says, waving over Chronoa. “Remove the crown and his disguise. I wish to talk to the person responsible, not this façade.”
Fate walks over to The Collector, carefully lifting the crown and placing it on the floor before taking the mask from his face.
“Now, that’s better, isn’t it?” He says with a sigh. “Berengar, Prince of Halcyon – the Seventeenth planet of our solar system. It is nice to finally meet you in the flesh.”
Flashback.
Zeldor continues to walk the main hall, soaking in the information set out before him. There are sixteen statues of current planets. They’re all here; all represented by someone in this competition – all bar his.
“There’s an anomaly,” he says to himself out loud. “Earth, The Abyssal Plane, Medveil, Machinima, HonorRealm, Ataxia, The Broken Spire, Reptillia, Qoort, Ionica, Skyrealm, The Shadow Realm, Skyir, Boswig and Arcana,” Zeldor says, walking past each planetary statue. “But that’s only fifteen planets. Eden makes the sixteenth, but we’re not represented. Who here, shouldn’t be?”
With that surprise in mind, he notices something out of the corner of his eye. It stops him dead in his tracks.
“What’s this?” He muses.
Broken into many pieces, a pair of seventeenth and eighteenth statues barely exists at the end of the row. The planets have no name or information, as if it they have been wiped from the hall of planets.
The Present.
“How is it you’ve portalled around the galaxy, Berengar?” Galactus asks earnestly.
“My ship, Sleipnir. I broke it down for its parts and used the ability to travel at speed to my advantage. That was one of the nicer things I’ve done. Because truthfully Galactus, I’ve done terrible things to bring my planet back,” he announces to Galactus, who nods in agreement. “Unspeakable things that have changed who I am.”
“Earth shouldn’t exist either, sire. May I remind you that fate was interfered with by the Gods who changed the apocalypse. Neither Old School Wrestling or Earth should exist,” she says defiantly.
“But they do!” Sigil roars back in defiance of his own. “They do exist and that has to count for something. They could’ve rolled over and died. When Yahweh saved Earth, I was there fighting for it too. I was in the thick of it, just like everyone else. You must think about it, Galactus – The Ashen have been defeated. The Gods are dead. Humanity thrives and exists in a world that shouldn’t even be here, but it is.”
There’s a pause.
An eerie silence if you will.
“He’s right Chronoa,” Galactus agrees. “My mistake was giving power to Gods that abused it and ignored their covenant. Zeldor sacrificed himself for Vigour and Earth; Yahweh intervened when he shouldn’t have. These have defied fate.”
He pauses again.
“I will offer you an alternative to a reset,” Galactus says carefully.
“Sire?” Chronoa interrupts. “This could be a mistake.”
“Silence!” His voice booms, quietening her down. “I gave Gods too much power and they abused it to change fate and subsequently, my universe. I will bring Halcyon back, end all Gods and undo the mistakes made by them.”
Berengar nods in agreement, smiling.
“But upon one condition. You must sacrifice your life-”
“Yes!” Berengar abruptly interrupts.
That absolutely floors Galactus, who wasn’t expecting that at all. Sigil drops to his knees, offering his life.
“I saw what the apocalypse did to those I loved,” he announces with his head lowered. “I saw what happened to my planet. If I must die to make everything better, then I will, in a heartbeat.”
“You understand that this means, do you not? I will take the crystals from you and destroy them. In doing this, due to your connection, you will perish too. You won’t see the woman you love again. You won’t ever see your family again. Your death will mean that they live.”
Berengar takes a deep breath and nods.
“I understand,” he admits. “And I’m willing.”
Click.
Galactus clicks his fingers and the crystals atop the crown that’s now on the floor disintegrate, Berengar slowly falling to dust along with it.
A smile the last thing of his that we see.
“It’s time to put things right Chronoa,” Galactus says with a waving finger. “And you will be the one in charge of making sure that everything goes back to how it was.”
“How far back are we going?” He asks.
“Far enough.”
Cut.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#8c0825″ color=”#FFFFFF”] “A GOOD WORLD, AFTER ALL” [/edgtf_highlight]
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
An Old School Wrestling logo flashes upon a wall.
The School Yard.
Suddenly a thunderous boom can be heard, shaking the entire foundations of the arena. Mike Lane stumbles backwards with the impact as dust starts falling from the rafters.
The camera switches immediately to the backstage area, people running and screaming as explosions quite literally occur in front of us. Fireballs are released from broken pipes as beams fall from the ceiling, collapsing on top of poor innocent people.
Then static.
The Tap Room.
The Chief sits in his office, typing away on a computer.
The Scarecrow and Brent Kersh wage war.
Jake Jeckel and his brother Jack drink beer and listen to music.
DTR and Jensen Cussen fight tooth and nail.
The Vindicators sit around a table, laughing and joking.
Viper Roberts is shown cleaning the halls of The Tap Room when approached by DTR. DTR offers him friendship and the two join forces, becoming a formiddible pair. Their success is phenomenal, until Viper Roberts turns on DTR and the two best friends go to war.
The Slaughterhouse.
Darby Sorrow goes into battle against Luke Storm. After the match, Darby goes home to Stephen, and they share a kiss.
Malice and Wynona get married, The Butcher stood by as a proud father as they tie the knot.
The horror on Whitlock’s face is palpable as X is torn to shreds, Keelhauled beneath Scrimshaw’s ship. He swims back to the surface, using the rope stairs to climb back aboard. He’s soaking wet and freezing cold, but there’s a dead look in his eyes. What he just saw, he won’t ever forget.
Mark Gouldern takes his epic tumble through the glass window of his own towers, hitting the concrete below.
Zero fights Goro Nakamura and The Collective, beating them all and ending Goro Nakamura in the middle of the ring at Dead End.
Mordecai and The Sandman stand toe to toe, face to face, then turn to face two opponents. They both run at them, the brothers working together.
Flash.
Eden. Vigour lives happily on his peaceful planet, tending to a garden during the day and partying during the night. Everyone is happy.
The Impaler wrestles in defence of his Double Feature Championship, maskless and happy. He’s no longer Legion and finds himself married with children. After wrestling, he goes home to his family, sits down and has a family meal.
Kaine Knightlord is with Ash, Jessie and Joanna Williams, hunting monsters together. Kaine tracks them using his detective skills, allowing the Williams family to hunt down the evils of the world.
The Dead sits down in a room full of strangers, leading a meeting to help people cope with their inability to feel pain. At the end of the meeting he shares hugs with his fellow men and women before prowling the streets at night. In the darkness, he seeks out the evil and vaniquishes it, stopping crime and saving people.
Mortimer, flanked by reapers, are out in the world reaping those who’s time has come to an end.
SeeSaw spends years killing people inside his Toybox, whilst using his fathers research to create more and more monsters in his image. We travel forward in time, watching as he slowly but surely becomes his father. By the end, he’s murdered by a son of his own creation, just like Doctor D’Ville – exactly as we witnessed earlier.
Zero sits alone at a PC, hacking funds from one place and sending them to another. He’s smiling, making the best of his skills and abilities. He’s then met by a man who shakes his hand, telling him that the donation made will save thousands of childrens lives.
Cael Gable and Israel Grimwolf are great friends and sailing partners, aboard a ship and sailing the seas. They laugh, they joke, they handle themselves amongst a raging storm with smiles on their faces and happiness in their hearts, until Cael suffers a heart attack. We see Grimwolf tearful, scattering his ashes in the sea.
Ether, Tag and Wiz are at their skatepark, skating on their rollerblades, skateboard, and scooters respectively. They laugh and joke, performing tricks to try and outdo one another. Starboy shows up, sharing a kiss with Tag before sitting down to watch the three friends compete.
Simon and Pyre share glasses of champagne on a yacht, the OSW World Championship beside her as they celebrate their marriage and victories. Simon is as a smug as ever, and Pyre looks gorgeous, working on her tan.
Chip Montana is in the jungle, performing a television show in which he checks out the world’s most dangerous creatures. “By the Balls” becomes a world famous catchphrase that everyone knows Chip by. Years later, he’s bitten by a poisonous snake and unfortunately passes away – though he does so with a smile on his face.
The Generation Kid sits in front of a mirror, accidentally cutting himself with a razor blade as he attempts to shave some bumfluff. He’s human, and smiles as he wipes away the blood. In the background, Stan Bush’s “The Touch” plays, leaving The Generation Kid to rock out whilst the Rewind Championship sits on his bed.
Solomon Rhodes sits with an unmasked Lux Bellator, around a campfire in the middle of the night, with Sanctus Bellator asleep with his head on his father’s lap. Renault enters the camp, taking a seat next to his father, sharing a beer. The three adults laugh and joke as Sanctus sleeps.
Luke Storm and Edward Newton share a tense stare off in the lobby of his house as Scarlett rushes down the stairs to greet her uncle. They embrace, Edward nodding at his brother in gratitude for letting him be a part of her life.
Red River Jack schemes with David Manson and hAtE.
Jensen Cussen sits around a dinner table with Jacob Phoenix and his daughter Stephanie, enjoying a meal. Stephanie has a rock on her finger, clearly engaged to Jacob, who smiles at her as her father talks in the background.
Nightstick returns to the police force, and resigns over racism within the police force. He joins forces with Redmond Quinn and Luther Creed to lobby against the police.
Lee Crowley removes Doubt’s mask, pulling the tentacle creature from within him. Doubt falls to the floor, now Jonathan Heartsfood. Lee bends down to comfort him, grabbing him into a hug. These two brothers are soon joined by The Sharkman, now as Axel and Hysteria, now as LH Harrison, all four sharing hugs. The Asylum reunited, without the toxicity or fear.
Mike Lane and Brent Kersh sit on the porch of Mike Lane’s house, drinking beer as Tank and Michaela play in the mud. The Scarecrow watches from afar.
Finally, we head to Halcyon – Berengar’s home world. His father sits in court, dealing with the complaints of its citizens.
His Uncle sits beside him, and they talk between cases. They’re alive.
In a beautiful home, a brown haired woman bakes a cake in her kitchen, pulling it from the oven and placing it on the tabletop. Suddenly, arms wrap around her, pulling her in for a kiss.
It’s Berengar.
They share a smooch, hugging and embracing.
Happy.
Alive.
We pan out through the monitors to see Galactus sat with Chronoa stood beside him. She has her hands on a book, which is new, and the pages are beginning to be written.
“How come you didn’t tell him he’d survive?” She asks.
“I wanted to know whether my decision would be the right one,” Galactus admits. “I didn’t want to make any more mistakes.”
“What now?” Chronoa says, closing the book and placing it down on the table. “There’s no Gods, no abuse of power, and you’ve made Mortimer Death. What’s next? Did Berengar show you that you were right?”
“He did,” Galactus says proudly. “And now we watch. I hear Old School Wrestling is good.”
“Which do you prefer, The Slaughterhouse or The Tap Room? The company has both.”
Galactus thinks about it.
“Oh, there’s at least one more.”
She picks up her book, flicking through the pages.
“Huh,” she muses. “That story has yet to be written.”
Galactus chuckles.
“But it will.”
Cut.