Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Soon we find ourselves inside the home of Starboy, where he is joined by his friend…Vigour. There’s a sense of unease coming from the Jack of All Senses, something that Starboy has noticed the entire time but finally chooses to address.
“So, explain to STARBOY what’s going on here. Something’s been troubling you, that much is obvious.”
“It’s about Tag.”
Starboy gives a nod of acknowledgement, as Vigour continues.
“I understand you two have been having some conversations lately, but…”
Vigour seems uncertain where to go with the question, but Starboy presses further.
“Go on, what’s up?”
Vigour lets out a small sigh as he finally finishes his question.
“Is he really the kind of friend you want? He’s been really acting up at times, and while I can appreciate a good party, something just seems…not quite right, about the whole thing.”
Another nod of understanding comes from Starboy, who rests a hand on Vigour’s shoulder.
“STARBOY recognizes your concern, chum…but we share a deeper connection, ol’ STARBOY and Tag. It’s a little hard to explain, but…there’s something there.”
Vigour doesn’t seem so sure about this, but eventually nods with some level of acceptance as he rests his on Starboy’s shoulder now…though another small sigh betrays the absolute resolve of this agreement.
“Fair dues, Starboy. I won’t stand in the way, but…I need to know if Tag is legit, and the only way to know for sure is in that ring.”
Starboy nods with a weak smile, understanding of his friend’s need for such a confrontation even if perhaps unnecessary…but for Vigour, his sole focus is on the task ahead as he takes his leave from Starboy’s home.
The night before RetroShock
We are back at Banzan’s new monastery where Chronoa and Impaler are seen looking around, trying not to draw too much attention. It’s late at night, and very few monks seem to be around. Slowly they stalk around the compound.
“What are we looking for?”
Impaler asked annoyed as he quickly turns around to make sure no one is following them.
“Banzan’s secrets. He moved them here.”
Impaler turns back to look at Chronoa, annoyed at this.
“I thought I was supposed to be taking down Kaine, and yet we’re here worried about Banzan?”
Chronoa stops and turns towards Legion.
“Kaine has informed Banzan of my intentions, and now they’ve chosen to work together against us. I need to find out Banzan’s secrets to ensure a clear path for you to take down that Vampire.”
Unbeknownst to them, from the shadows, Kaine and Banzan are watching. Keeping track of their movements.
“You were right, Kaine. But how did you know they would be here?”
Kaine turns towards Banzan and nods before returning his gaze to the Disciples of Fate.
“I put word out that they could find your secrets here. I wanted them here, to prove to you that I was speaking the truth.”
Banzan grabs Kaine and spins him around, slamming him against the wall. Kaine growls at the sudden show of aggression.
“You brought them here?! You put the innocent monks here, ones I swore would not face the dangers that OSW presented us in the past, in danger to prove you’re not playing me?”
Kaine grins and pushes the Monk back.
“I needed you to see that I was being honest. Your care for these people are… Admirable. But ultimately means nothing. You’re ability to protect them lies in your hidden secrets. If these two threaten that, in anyway, these monks lose their protector. I needed a counter for Chronoa, so I could go for Impaler.”
Banzan lowers his head, shaking it as he returns to a neutral demeanor.
“Even in this new state, your ability to play games shouldn’t have surprised me. But don’t worry.”
The sound of a fist punching a wall, and a roar returns the uneasy alliance’s attention to the Disciples of Fate.
“They’d find nothing, and Impaler would be enraged, forcing Chronoa to abandon her search here, for now. So that you wouldn’t know they were around, she’d prevent him from damaging the monastery or your monks.”
Banzan watches as the Disciples of Fate leave the compound, only a few monks waking to the commotion.
“You wouldn’t be much help to me if I put your friends in harms way. We’ll deal with them both at RetroShock.”
Hunger meets hunger as Impaler and Kaine Knightlord start the match. Both waste no time in laying into each other, pummelling each other with stiff shots. Shots that would stagger the mortal man seem to have no effect on either of these weapons, but it is Impaler who gets the early edge.
HE TOSSES KAINE ACROSS THE RING WITH A FEAT OF INSANE STRENGTH!
THE VAMPIRE SIMPLY LANDS SKIDDING TO A HALT IN A THREE POINT STANCE AND COMES CHARGING BACK AT LEGION!
KAINE TAKES DOWN IMPALER AND PLANTS HIM, MOUNTING HIS CHEST TO LAY DOWN AN ASSAULT!
While he batters the mask of Impaler with fists and elbows, Impaler pushes his foe off him with another crazy feat of strength. He hoists Kaine above his head and stands to his feet, before TOSSING KAINE KNIGHTLORD UNCERIMONIOUSLY INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
IMPALER LOOKS OVER TO CHRONOA WHO EGGS HER WEAPON ON!
KAINE STAGGERS TO HIS FEET ALL TOO LATE… ADAM SMASHER NEARLY KNOCKS HIS FANGS INTO ASS!
KAINE FALLS BACKWARDS AGAINST THE ROPES, GIVING BANZAN THE OPPORTUNITY TO TAG HIMSELF IN!
IN COMES THE MIGHTY MOUNTAIN!
Banzan steps over the ropes and Impaler comes straight for the jugular, aiming strikes at the head and neck, but the Mountain blocks the incoming assault with a series of forearm blocks and parries. Banzan manages to throw Impaler’s balance off with a well timed parry of an elbow strike.
ARM DRAG JUDO TOSS FROM BANZAN SENDS IMPALER FLYING!
HE CRASHES INTO THE MAT AND IS UP IN AN INSTANT, HURTLING BACK AT THE MOUNTAIN!
BANZAN PLANTS HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
DUKKHA! SUFFERING EXISTS… THE SAITO SUPLEX!
With the wind taken from Impaler’s sails, Banzan lowers his hefty big-boned frame into a pin.
IMPALER WAS HAVING NONE OF THAT!
Both stand to their feet, but Impaler is a touch quicker than Banzan and locks him into a Collar and Elbow Tie. Then, he flings Banzan over his shoulders… and lifts him up into a FIREMAN’S CARRY!
THE IMPALER HAS THE ENTIRE MOUNTAIN UP ON HIS SHOULDERS!
FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM DRILLS THE MOUNTAIN!
AND IMPALER LOOKS FOR THE HOT TAG!
IN COMES CHRONOA TO FINISH THE JOB!
She gives Banzan no time to recover, going right to work running at the big man.
RUNNING KNEE TO THE HEAD!
Chronoa charges at the ropes, SPRINGBOARDING OFF THEM… BUT NO!
THE ROPE IS YANKED DOWN BY KAINE KNIGHTLORD AT THE LAST MINUTE AND CHRONOA GOES SAILING OVER TO THE CONCRETE OF RINGSIDE!
She’s not down for long, and when Chronoa does rise, she glares long and hard at Kaine before sliding back into the ring to pick up where she left off.
Banzan is right where she left him, except now he is sitting… legs crossed.
A purple glow surrounding him.
Chronoa and Impaler both unleash on Banzan, flurries of strikes. Lefts and rights… but nothing has any effect. Banzan merely absorbs them all.
There’s only one thing Chronoa can do to break Banzan’s meditation.
THE DOUBLE POKE TO THE EYE BREAKS BANZAN’S CONCENTRATION EVER SO BRIEFLY… FOLLOWED BY A WELL PLACED KICK TO THE BIG MAN’S MEAT BASKET!
THE PURPLE HAZE DIES AND CHRONOA STANDS BANZAN UP INTO A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POSITION!
WITH IMPALER’S ASSISTANCE, THEY HOIST THE MOUNTAIN INTO THE AIR!
IMPLANT DDT DRILLS BANZAN!
HERE’S THE PIN!
NO! KAINE BREAKS UP THE PINFALL!
BUT HIS SUCCESS IS SHORTLIVED! IMPALER TAKES HIM OUT WITH A CLOTHESLINE THAT SENDS BOTH OF THEM OVER THE TOP ROPE!
BANZAN STANDS ONCE MORE, BUT CHRONOA IS WAITING!
VALKYRIE! SHADES OF TROY SOLVEIG!
NO! BANZAN STOPS HER IN HER TRACKS!
FIVE… POINT… PALM… STRIKE!
CHRONOA STOPS DEAD!
KAINE SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING…BLOODY STREAM! HE NAILED CHRONOA AND SETS UP BANZAN FOR THE PIN!
BANZAN FLOPS HIMSELF ON TOP OF HER!
Banzan seals it for his team. Kaine Knightlord and Banzan emerge victorious.
WINNERS: KAINE KNIGHTLORD & BANZAN
A massive plate of food sits in the center of the ring, one very clearly set as a trap for Ether. And, who else but The Hungry Girl herself to skate down to the ring! She slides into the ring and smirks as she examines the meal. She shrugs, looking to the crowd and grabbing a chicken leg from the feast!
Which starts quite the chain reaction.
A rope attached to the wing gets tugged and we lay eyes on a Rube Goldberg machine of epic proportions! Ether joins in watching as a bowling ball gets released and rolls from beneath the ring, knocking over a pile of dominos that topple over at ringside up to the entrance ramp, triggering a set of scissors which cut a rope that lets a plank of wood fall, striking a match on a cartoonish canon! Ether watches in amazement, maybe even sheer confusion, as the canon fires!
AND A NET LAUNCHES INTO THE RING AND COVERS ETHER! SHE’S BEEN TRAPPED!
“I did it!” Chip Montana yells as she leaps over the barricade towards the ring with a camera in hand, stopping and listening to Dave before rolling his eyes. “Okay, it was your idea but your paws were too small to set it up so we’ll call it fifty-fifty?”
“Sixty-Forty is as low as I’ll go,” he says to Dave, chuckling as he enters the ring. He points his camera at Ether, finally having her in his sights as he begins to speak. “On today’s episode, we got a nasty lil thing here called an Ether who’ll eat anything! As you’ve seen recorded here, we caught her in the act of being a greedy little foodie!”
Ether sits unimpressed, removing the net from herself as Chip leans his ear down to Dave and stops, wide eyed staring at the camera. It is then revealed to all of us that while the camera was on… it wasn’t set to record. “I… god fucking damn it. Fuck shit fuck!” Chip throws the camera over his shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?”
Chip pauses, Ether watching his conversation with great amusement. “Okay maybe speak up next time, mate. You rabbits have soft voices.”
“Oh not again with the stereotype shit-”
“You done?” Ether finally speaks up, Chip looking to her and placing Dave on the ground. He knows what comes next as a referee enters the ring.
“Yeah yeah, let me just get Dave out of here.” Chip moves Dave to the steel steps.
AND ETHER ROLLS HIM UP AS SOON AS THE RABBIT IS OUT OF THE WAY!
THE MATCH STARTS RIGHT NOW!
The match is already underway!
The roll up didn’t make any ground and Chip is ready to brawl as he leaps at Ether with a wild flurry of rights and lefts, clawing at her like a wild animal! He whips her to the ropes and leapfrogs over her as she comes back! Another leapfrog! But Ether leaps the third time with a shotgun blast of a dropkick that puts skates to chest! Chip gets knocked flat on his ass! Ether is quick to her feet and hits the far ropes!
MASSIVE SHINING WIZARD KNOCKS CHIP’S HAT RIGHT OFF HIS HEAD!
The show host is counting sheep and Ether goes to the top rope!
RIDE THE SKY! DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP CAVES IN CHIP’S CHEST AND SHE COVERS!
NO! CHIP GOT A FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Ether peels Montana up off the mat and goes for a suplex! But Chip sandbags! He hits a hard right to the ribs and suplexes Ether instead! The Bad Random is quick to her feet but gets clocked with a wild haymaker by Chip that fucking grounds her! She pops up again only to get pulled into a knee lift! Chip finishes with a powerful lifting DDT that places Ether right into the mat! He rolls her over!
AND GOES THE BUNNY HOP! DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO ETHER’S CHEST!
Chip rolls through and goes to the top rope!
FUCK YA FACE! CHIP GETS TREATED TO A GOOD BIT OF SOLE FOOD FROM ETHER AND HER SKATES!
Montana stumbles back into the ropes and Ether rushes him at full speed! Chip ducks a forearm and sends Ether over the rope and onto the apron! She lands perfectly and both competitors trade blows back and forth! Ether looks to get the upperhand with a massive elbow but Chip stumbles back with a headbutt that knocks Ether off balance!
HE SLINGSHOTS OVER THE ROPES! BULLDOG! ETHER GETS HIT WITH A BULLDOG FROM THE APRON ALL THE WAY TO THE OUTSIDE!
Both of them land in a heap and Chip is just barely the first to stir! He gets to his feet, taking a moment to go and give a carrot from his pocket to Dave before turning around and catching a rising Ether with a hard knee to the jaw! He lifts her up!
GORILLA PRESS! CHIP THROWS ETHER THROUGH THE ROPES AND BACK INTO THE RING!
Montana slithers in after her and grabs onto her legs!
BOSTON CRAB! CHIP IS FIGHTING FOR THE SUBMISSION AND BARELY LOCKS IT IN! ETHER IS STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! WILL SHE TAP!?
SHE’S CLAWING HER WAY TO THE ROPES BUT CHIP WALKS BACK BACK TO THE CENTER! THERE’S NO WHERE TO GO!
ETHER SLIDES A FOOT OUT OF HER SKATE! SHE FREES A LEG AND KICKS CHIP OFF! HE LAND FACE FIRST ACROSS THE MIDDLE ROPE!
Ether hastily puts her skate back on and hits the ropes, coming back with a crossbody against Chip’s back that forces him neck first into the ropes! He stumbles back and Ether unloads with a flurry of blows!
ETHER STRIKE! SPINNING HEEL KICK CATCHES CHIP IN THE JAW AND SENDS HIM STRAIGHT TO THE MAT! ETHER IS CALLING FOR THE END AS SHE BEGS FOR CHIP TO GET TO HIS FEET!
SHE HITS THE ROPES AND DUCKS A CLOTHESLINE BY CHIP!
LEAPS OVER A BACK BODY DROP ATTEMPT!
SHE HITS THE ROPES ONE LAST TIME! MACH FIVE! THE HIGH SPEED METEORA GETS ALL OF IT AND CHIP IS OUT ON THE MAT! ETHER COVERS!
CAN CHIP KICK OUT?
Chip put up an amazing fight, but Ether was too fast and too elusive for the show host here tonight!
Bellator pulls his arm back, winding up for a punch.
We’re back at High Voltage 278, and Vayikra have Sigil exactly where they want him. And now Bellator throws the punch with all of the might he has left him him.
But Sigil, incapacitated as he is, has enough energy to summon a small portal in front of his face. Sir Bellator’s arm suddenly appears in front of Sir Renault, who takes the punch full on to the face and stumbles back and off the wrist of Sigil.
Sigil sweeps the feet of Sir Bellator, who now falls away from his other wrist. Sigil summons a portal and runs towards it, but Sir Gable tackles him from the side, and it flickers closed.
“You cannot leave. We cannot fail,” says Gable. “Death must be satisfied. Yahweh must return.”
Sigil shoves him off.
“Is that what all this is? Death told you to kill me and Yahweh will return?” Sigil laughs.
“He’s wanted me dead for the longest time, Gable, he’s just using you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” says Sir Bellator, back to his feet again. “He hasn’t asked us to kill you. What he does with you is for his own pleasure. We’re just here to make his job easier.”
Bellator starts to move towards Sigil again, but Sigil has the final word.
“Tell him if he wants me, he knows where to find me. And you three jokers will have to wait until Retroshock to get your hands on me.”
And with that, Sigil summons one last portal, and Vayikra aren’t quick enough to stop him escaping before it slams shut.
To bring back the gods Vayikra are willing to do the Devil’s work and take down the one man who threatens everything…or does he? Will the Templars put a stop to the Collector once and for all or will Sigil move one more step closer to finally ending Death once and for all?
The bell sounds as Sigil rushes forward, floating in and out of all three men as he tries to strike fast and true. A chop to Renault, an elbow to Bellator, a leaping knee to Gable. Weaving in and out of portals allows the Collector to rush Vayikra back and forth, disorientating them as he runs riot on the Templars.
Gable rushes forward, trying for a Gold Rush that Sigil leaps over as Gable runs through the middle rope to the outside.
Renault lands a hard elbow to the back of the head but a German Suplex attempt is foiled by the Collector landing on his feet before a low dropkick sends Renault flying through onto Gable. Bellator’s the last to try as he rushes forward with a clothesline that Sigil ducks under before gripping Bellator by the waist
AND GERMAN SUPLEXING HIM OVER THE ROPES ONTO GABLE AND RENAULT!
Sigil sizes up Vayikra for a moment, running forward as he feigns a dive but slows down at the last moment, pulling a chair from a portal before sitting down on it and urging the Templars to come get some.
Clearly annoyed, Bellator tries to regroup with his fellow warriors of Yahweh as Gable and Renault grab chairs of their own before rushing into the ring right as Sigil ports out again. Bellator grabs the abandoned chair as all three of Vayikra stand close together, waiting for the Collector to appear once more.
Sigil ports in as Bellator swings wild, porting out just in time to avoid the chair shot and miss the sly nod as both Gable and Renault fake swinging the chair, forcing Sigil to port twice before they swing with all their might
AS SIGIL COSMIC LEAPS RIGHT INTO A CON CHAIR TO!
The mask was the only thing saving Sigil from that brutal attack as he crumples to the mat, the Templars rushing in like wolves smelling blood as they begin to kick the living crap out of the Collector. A hard soccer kick to the ribs doubles him over before a punt from Bellator rocks the Collectors bell as Renault then pulls him up to his feet, switching behind.
THE HOLY TRINITY!
Sigil slowly rises up, dazed and confused right into the waiting arms of Sir Gable who delivers a brutal Gold Rush, lifting Sigil up and slamming him down into the top turnbuckle. Sigil barely hits the buckles before Bellator is walking on the top rope, nearly cracking his skull open with a leaping punt as Renault rushes up the ropes, grabbing Sigil up top
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! GOLD, FRANKINCENSE, AND MYRRH! That may well be it there as Renault covers
SIGIL GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Renault pulls Sigil back up, gripping him for another Dragon Suplex but just holds him there as Gable rushes forward
GOLD RUSH…COSMIC LEAP! GABLE SPEARS RENAULT!
FINITE TO GABLE!
Sigil turns around right into a hard Superkick to the jaw as Bellator looks for the Spanish Fly but Sigil elbows his way out, delivering a second Finite before switching around
SNAP DRAGON OF HIS OWN!
The Collector rolls back to the other side of the ring, sizing up the slowly rising Vayikra before running forward
Sigil nails all three members of Vayikra in one swift motion, Bellator getting nailed into Gable and Gable into Renault. Sigil quickly drops down onto Renault for the cover as the referee counts
GABLE IS UP
BUT HE CAN’T BREAK IT UP IN TIME
The Collector does it, using every trick and one single mistake to overcome the Templars of Yahweh here tonight.
As both Vayikra and Sigil recover from that match, suddenly the lights dim. Sigil is back to his feet and backs up towards the ropes but he doesn’t make it before backing into a pair of cloaked figures. He spins round, ready to fight.
It’s Death! And standing alongside him is Solomon Rhodes.
Death points to Sigil.
“Sigil, you have been a thorn in my side for such a long time. Years, in fact,” he starts. “Always there, wrong place, wrong time, to cause me concern.”
Sigil stands alert, still ready for what he knows is coming. Vayikra now patrol the outside of the ring, so there is no escape that way either.
“It doesn’t have to end this way,” Death says. “I am not a monster, after all. I have a deal I want to propose to you. It’s quite simple.”
He takes a step towards Sigil.
“You don’t have to die. I will let you live, but only if you give up the crystals you’ve stolen.”
Sigil seems to take a second to think about it, before he looks up at Death.
“I’d rather die than give you what you want,” Sigil says. “Do your worst.”
Sigil braces himself for the attack, but it doesn’t come, as there is suddenly a blinding white light, enveloping the whole of the Slaughterhouse. Everyone present shields their eyes until the light subsides, and when it does, Sir Bellator, Sir Gable, and Sir Renault lie prone on the floor, battered and bloody, the perpetrator now in the ring.
It’s Lux Bellator! He’s back!
He marks his return by attacking Rhodes, throwing him out of the ring at the first opportunity, and stands face to face with Death. There’s a tension and a silence between them, until…
“Death,” he says, ominously. “We need to talk.”
Death stares him down, until a ball of light and a ball of dark swirl around each other, and in the blink of an eye both Death and Lux have gone.
Hollywood Luke Storm walks the streets of Hells Kitchen, near the Slaughterhouse, holding his daughter’s hand as they walk together in the sunshine. Scarlett smiles, licking an icecream as she skips along.
But their hands become separated for a moment, as a passer-by inadvertently bumps into Luke. He spins about, expecting a fight, but finds nobody. Just the hustle and bustle of the city.
Only when he turns back to his daughter does he see what he missed. Scarlett’s icecream splattered upon the ground. And his daughter is in the company of another figure.
She stands, Scarlett in her clutches and her hand over the girl’s mouth to stop her from screaming. Luke doesn’t so much as flinch. He goes straight for Pyre. But she ducks into a nearby building, a shop front. She drags Scarlett along roughly as she does so, and disappears through a door to the back of the shop.
Luke charges after them, his daughter’s cries fuelling his rage.
He bursts through the back door into a warehouse-type storage area, following after Pyre past shelves until he comes to a door.
Reinforced glass. Pyre stands on the other side with a smirk on her face and a terrified Scarlett Storm, gagged and crying.
The door is locked, and try as he desperately might, Luke cannot break it down.
Pyre watches him try, calmly tying his daughter’s wrists together with rope as Luke does everything he can to get to her.
“I tried, Luke.” Pyre says, as she pulls the knot in the rope tight. “I tried to offer you the easy way, but you’re a stubborn asshole. Always have been.”
She runs a hand down Scarlett’s hair.
“It’s a shame, isn’t it? Things could have gone so differently.”
Pyre’s soft touch turns nasty as she grabs the girl by the hair.
“Don’t you worry though Luke. You’ll see her before too long. I’ll make sure she gets to ringside tonight. She’s going to be tied to a frontrow seat. I wouldn’t want her to miss out on seeing her daddy get the beating of his lifetime.”
She lets go of Scarlett and comes towards the locked door, where Storm seethes on the other side of the glass. So close, yet so distant.
“You can either roll over and take your comeuppance, Luke… Or I can spill your little secret. That much is up to you.” She laughs, her eyes burning wild. “We will be waiting.”
With that, She grabs the bound and gagged Scarlett Storm and drags her away. Try as he might, there’s not a damned thing Luke can do about it.
Tag and Starboy have gotten on as of late, but Vigour stands to protect his friend as he looks to see how legit Sexy Dynamite truly is!
The bell sounds and the two immediately charge at each other, both looking to see who can catch the other off guard…and it looks like it’s Tag who pulls it off, sending Vigour to the ropes with an Irish whip…and a wheel kick on the rebound!
Vigour drops down hard as Tag hits the ropes for momentum…but Vigour is already back up on his feet!
As a matter of instinct, both men take a leap, hitting a cross body splash on each other as they fall to the canvas…only to quickly make it back to their feet!
Leaving caution to the wind for a moment, Tag rushes the Prince of Party, looking for an advantage…but Vigour offers him none, sending Sexy Dynamite to the corner instead!
Vigour looks to be in a good position here as he runs toward Tag…and connects with a running corner splash, sending him down to the canvas!
With a smirk on his face, Vigour hops onto the middle turnbuckle, climbing to the top before leaping off for a moonsault…but Tag narrowly rolls away to dodge it!
Vigour crashes to the canvas, slowly turning over to his back as he starts to sit up…except Tag has taken this moment to hit the ropes once again, this time connecting with a basement dropkick to the head!
One would think this is a time to make the cover, but Tag shakes his head, indicating he’s not quite finished yet as he jumps up, hitting a standing moonsault on the Prince of Party…but Vigour gets the knees up!
Tag rolls over before standing back up, realizing it’s gonna take more than that to shut this party down!
Vigour gets back to his feet, and some sort of nonverbal agreement seems to be made as Tag hits the ropes, only for Vigour to drop down causing Tag to go to the opposite side.
On the rebound it’s Tag who drops down, as Vigour jumps over him to hit the other ropes…but instead of letting this moment continue, Tag brings the proceedings to a halt as he trips up the Jack of All Senses!
And at this point, the frustration starts to break through from Vigour, as the fun and games start to be at his own expense.
This is met with a curious gesture of sportsmanship, as Tag offers him a hand to get back to his feet.
Vigour reluctantly accepts, as Tag pulls him back up to a standing position…but holds the hand tight, sending him to the ropes with an Irish whip!
Except that Vigour sees what’s coming, holding onto the ropes to stop his momentum just as Tag looks about ready to jump up for a dropkick!
Instead, Mr. Money Shot runs at Vigour, looking to take him out of the ring with a clothesline…but the Good Time Guy drops the top rope down, forcing Tag to run right out of the ring!
Tag falls down to the floor outside, slowly getting back up to his feet just as Vigour hits the ropes for speed, diving through them to hit a tope on Tag!
Both men are down, but Vigour manages to move enough to slide back into the ring, with Tag following close behind.
The energy both men have spent has taken a toll on them, as Tag senses an opportunity to bring this match to an end!
He hits the ropes once more, this time building up some speed for a leapfrog famouser!
BUT VIGOUR SLIPS OUT!
VIM AND VIGOUR!
Connecting with the lumbar check, Vigour goes for the cover!
A test of mettle has proven to be in favor of Vigour, and by the looks of it the matter is settled!
WINNER AND STILL VHS CHAMPION: VIGOUR
In a blue mist of white light, The Generation Kid hangs. Wires are attached to his body at certain points, with a large one feeding directly into the back of his head.
He’s inside the capsule that he’s seen so many times in his memories.
Screams echo in the background.
“Time has run out.” A voice says.
Unlike his past flashbacks, this memory does not end.
The voice belongs to a grey-bearded man. Albert Right. Short and squat with kind eyes, he wears a white lab coat. He is stood across from another person in a lab coat, this one a balding man, his face dotted with age and a scowl underneath a large mustache.
“Al, we have to abort.” Whywee says, frantically..
TGK’s eyes dart from man to man. The kindly scientist looks at him and takes a deep breath, as if coming to a very hard decision.
“No.” He says after a moment. “We may not get another chance at this.”
Pressing a button on the wall, the wires and hoses all zip away from the Kid’s body as the capsule moves from a horizontal position to a vertical one.
“Initiate the Temporal Circuits.”
Whywee looks like he’s going to protest, but a scream in the distance spurs him to action.
Dr. Right approaches the capsule, making sure TGK can meet his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Right says, his eyes welling up. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We built you, the very first fully functional android. For years, we’ve been working in secret to make our dream a reality. But we’ve fallen short.”
As Whywee pulls levels in the background, Right continues.
“This memory will be blocked from your databanks until certain triggers have been met. You must believe you are fully human. I fear the world we are sending you to will not accept you if your origins are known.”
Thomas clears his throat, spurring Right to get to the point.
“The year is 1989. You have been built using experimental technology. Your mind has been filled with memories of a fictional childhood, as well as today’s pop culture. Any further uploads are no longer feasible. Hopefully, the time we are flashing you forward to will understand that culture.”
Right grows serious as the screams grow louder.
“Our secret laboratory has been breached. A great enemy has come for us, but we’re limited by the technology of our time to stop it. Our lives will end today, but you will be able to avenge us. Find the enemy. Stop him. Any more information at this time will render you unable to integrate into society.”
Whywee runs up to Right, nodding at the door to their lab glowing with some outside force acting upon it.
“Good luck.” Right says, pulling the final level.
TGK begins to glow, as his body is being pulled into the future.
The last thing he hears of 1989 is the bloodcurdling screams of his creators.
The Taskmaster, Simon Blackhart always has a plan. And he better have as he comes up against the son of Death himself, Deathnote. The Author of Death has a page ready for Simon.
The bell sounds and Deathnote takes charge early on. With punishment in his mind, he attacks with a running knee strike, but Simon Blakhart dodges out of the way with a smirk. Deathnote continues the offensive, lining up an ELBOW STRIKE, SPINNING BACKFIST AND PALM STRIKE… ALL OF WHICH ARE AVOIDED BY THE TASKMASTER!
Simon steps back, grinning and leaning on the ropes as if toying with Deathnote and egging him on. Deathnote is happy to take the bait, however, and SWINGS A CLOTHESLINE AT SIMON… BLACKHART MOVING OUT OF THE WAY AND LETTING DEATHNOTE CRASH INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
IN AN INSTANT, SIMON IS ON HIM!
INVERTED NECKBREAKER TAKES DOWN DEATHNOTE!
Simon doesn’t let up now that he’s played his hand, and moves quickly from move to move. Within moments HE HAS DEATHNOTE IN A HEADLOCK AND WRENCHES HIS HEAD FOR ALL IT’S WORTH!
DEATHNOTE GROWLS IN PAIN, BUT PUSHES HIMSELF TO HIS FEET WITH SIMON STILL HANGING ON FROM HIS NECK!
THE HEADLOCK HAS HIS NECK AT AN AWKWARD ANGLE, BUT HE DROPS HIM WITH A BACK BODY DROP THAT FLATTENS SIMON TO THE MAT!
Deathnote takes a moment to recover his toughts and catch his breath before turning back to his foe, but Simon has slipped out of the ring and rolled to ringside. Deathnote follows suit, escaping the squared circle, only to WALK HEAD FIRST INTO A LARIAT THAT SENDS HIM SPINNING TO THE GROUND!
SIMON REALLY HIT HIM THERE, DEATHNOTE DIDN’T EVEN SEE IT COMING!
Again, Blackhart hoists his foe up off the ground, this time resting him up against the crowd barricade for a spot of meat tenderizing. A series of chops echo out across the Slaughterhouse.
Simon stops short of the sixth, noting a flinch in Deathnote’s demeanor. He grins, tapping his head to profess his own intelligence at not having the tables turned on him, and CLOTHESLINES DEATHNOTE OVER THE BARRICADE AND INTO THE CROWD!
EVERY TIME DEATHNOTE LOOKS LIKE GETTING INTO THIS, SIMON HAS AN ANSWER!
It is the Taskmaster that heads back into the ring first, breaking the standing ten count, while Deathnote untangles himself from the metal of the barricade. He finally climbs back over to ringside.
HERE COMES SIMON AGAIN, CHARGING AT DEATHNOTE AT RINGSIDE!
CATALAN OPENING! THE KNEE TREMBLER!
DEATHNOTE COLLIDES HEAD FIRST INTO SIMON’S CHEST, TAKING HIM DOWN MID STRIDE!
SIMON CRASHES INTO THE GROUND AND DEATHNOTE IS UPON HIM IN AN INSTANT!
Deathnote needs no invitation to take the party to Simon, and begins unloading a barrage of brutal blows about Simon’s head, neck and chest. Simon defends with his arms, but can only parry so many blows before his defenses are compromised.
DEATHNOTE IS PUMELLING SIMON!
HE’S FINALLY GOT HIS MAN HERE, AND THERE’S NO WAY HE’S LETTING UP!
A HEADBUTT FROM DEATHNOTE SEALS THE DEAL AND SIMON FALLS STRANGELY QUIET AND STILL!
Deathnote merely needs to get him into the ring to pin this away, and he wastes no time in doing so. Lifting the deadweight up, he rolls Simon awkwardly back onto the canvas, before sliding back into the ring himself.
DEATHNOTE APPROACHES FOR THE PIN!
A SCHOOLBOY ROLLUP FROM SIMON!
HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM!
THE QUICK PIN!
HE COULD STEAL THIS RIGHT OUT FROM UNDER DEATHNOTE’S NOSE!
SIMON BREAKS THE PIN, BEGINNING HIS CELEBRATION!
BUT DEATHNOTE HAS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!
WE’RE STILL GOING HERE FOLKS!
Both enemies meet again in the centre of the ring and lock horns. Both are weathered and weary. They trade blows back and forth, brawling this one out, each shot rocking the other.
DEATHNOTE GAINS THE ADVANTAGE WITH A FOREARM STRIKE THAT ROCKS SIMON!
AND HE HAS SIMON UP ON HIS SHOULDERS!
GTS! GATHER… THY… SOUL!
HE DRILLS THE TASKMASTER WITH THE KNEE!
TURN THE PAGE!
DEATHNOTE FOLLOWS UP WITH THE EXCLAMATION MARK THAT LEAVES SIMON DOWN AND OUT!
NO POSSUM THIS TIME! HE’S ROADKILL!
Deathnote wins, proving the power of the family of Death. Simon came with a plan, but it wasn’t enougn to take his foe down. Now, he must answer to the reaper.
Quite the commotion is going on inside a skate rink, which we quickly recognize as the homebase of sorts for Jet Set Radio as the trio can be seen enjoying a few beers and burgers.
A party, to be sure…at least, for Tag and Ether.
Noticeably less thrilled at the moment is Wiz, mostly keeping to himself as he munches down a burger. It takes the other two some time to notice his cool demeanor, but they do notice it as Ether chimes in.
“Everything alright, Wiz?”
Wiz just stares back at the pair, the look quickly becoming a glare at Tag…which quickly riles Sexy Dynamite up.
“The hell you lookin’ at me like that for, man?”
Wiz slams his bitten burger onto the plate as he snaps back at Tag.
“You know exactly why I’m lookin’ at you like this, Tag. You’ve been gettin’ real chummy with Starboy lately, and I sure as hell ain’t happy about it.”
Tag is taken aback by the remark, as he slams his burger down in retaliation.
“Oh, I see…you’re not happy about me hanging out with Starboy, are ya?”
Wiz starts to respond, but Tag cuts him off at the pass.
“You wanna talk about being happy, bud? Let’s talk about how happy me and Ether were about you turning your back on us, huh?”
Wiz rises out of his seat, a snarl on his face.
“Hey man, I had good reason to–”
Tag rushes up to his feet as well, matching Wiz’s snarl tit for tat with one of his own.
“Oh, I know…you had to become a snake, to help your pal Bootsy. We talked about that much, and I’d been willing to let it slide up to this point, because friends are friends…but trust isn’t easy to rebuild.”
Wiz continues to glare at Mr. Money Shot…but he stays silent, knowing that last statement to be true.
“And at least I can trust Starboy not to suddenly turn his back on me one day, without so much as a heads up on why it needed to be done!”
That just about does it for Wiz, the Purple Pelican nearly flying from his seat to lunge at Tag…but Ether is right there in the middle, holding both Wiz and Tag back from coming to blows! The two men start shouting obscenities at each other, but Ether yells out to bring this to a quick halt.
Now it’s Ether with the angry glare, first at Wiz and then at Tag as the men finally shut their mouths.
“We have enough on our plate as it is, you two. Tag is right about trust, but Wiz? We haven’t abandoned you, even after what you did to us…because we’re friends. Just like Tag is friends with Starboy. If we’re gonna rebuild that bridge of trust, we need to all work together. Alright?”
Tag and Wiz continue to stare each other down, forcing Ether to speak up even louder…and more firm.
“I said, alright?”
After what seems like an eternity of silence that only lasts a few seconds, the two men finally nod in agreement with a sigh from each. With that, Ether brings her hands down and takes her seat again.
“Now, if you’re not gonna say anything nice, say nothing at all. I’m still hungry, and a hungry girl’s gotta eat.”
That last remark is said without the usual charm and humor, as the other two finally take their seats. Tag and Wiz can’t help but continue to stare each other down, quietly resuming their meal in a harshly changed atmosphere.
We cut back to the Slaughterhouse, where Goro Nakamura stands in the centre of the ring. He is dressed ready for action but he has a microphone in hand.
“I am not the kind of man that likes to be crossed.”
He cracks his knuckles as if to add punctuation to the sentence.
“So when one does cross me, I do my upmost to send a message to them. I give them a fighting chance to modify their choices. And when that somebody continues to not get the message. Well, things have to escalate.”
He turns to the entranceway.
“Bring him out.”
Moments later, Gunnar Kai and Rezin Deckard appear, dragging between them a near unconscious Zero. One-armed, weakened and already at his breaking point. They drag him down the entranceway and dump him nearly at Mr Nakamura’s feet. Goro looks down upon his foe.
“You stole from me, that was your first strike.”
He kicks out gently with his foot, catching the kneeling Zero in the chest and knocking him off balance.
“You escaped from Nakamura Towers, that was your second strike.”
Goro kicks again, knocking Zero onto his back.
“And you struck me. That was your third strike.”
He stands over Zero.
“I hope you’ve enjoyed your week, where you’ve been treated to the finest hospitality Nakamura Towers can provide, yet again. I hope you’ve enjoyed the sleep deprivation, the beatings. Your choices have cost you an arm, but clearly that wasn’t enough for you. Clearly, you need to be made a spectacle of. It may just cost you your life, Xavier.”
He reaches down, picking Zero up by the scruff of his neck and holding him up off the ground so they’re eye to eye.
“This is what happens to little punks that think they can do whatever they like. They get bitten by the Dragon.”
Goro Nakamura drops Zero and backs off slightly, but only so the referee can start the match.
The Dragon giveth, the Dragon taketh away and Zero has been slowly stripped of everything that made him such a powerful force in OSW except for his iron will and heart. Can the Baddest Motherfucker survive the impossible odds or will his final resting place beneath the boot of Goro Nakamura?
The bell sounds as Zero stares daggers at Goro, the Dragon looming over him as he rushes forward, peppering Goro with lefts that Nakamura regards little better then mosquito bites. Zero rears back for a right instinctively, before remembering the arm is missing. The slight distraction is all Nakamura needs for a brutal right hand.
THAT SENDS ZERO FLIPPING THROUGH THE AIR BEFORE LANDING WITH A BRUTAL THUMP ON THE MAT!
A single blow from Goro nearly knocked Zero out cold but the Hacker still has a lot of fight in him as he bounds up to his feet right into a hand around the throat. Zero fights out of the grip with everything he has, a leaping knee to the jaw slightly rocking Nakamura enough to loosen the hold before Zero backs up
THE DRAGON SLAPS THAT SHIT AWAY!
Zero stumbles on his feet from the sheer force of that slap, allowing Goro to grip him by the throat once more as he runs forward
LAUNCHING ZERO OVER THE ROPES TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR BELOW!
The Hacker flies through the air, landing with a sickening thud on the floor, a slight pool of blood flowing from the impact point. Zero looks out of it but he doesn’t give in, forcing himself to slowly rise to his feet. Zero is groggy and in a daze, blood indeed trickling down his forehead that Goro soon opens up even more as he lifts the groggy Zero up on his shoulders, running forward slightly
BEFORE LAWN DARTING HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLE POSTS!
Zero’s face is bleeding heavy now as he stumbles on his feet into a brutal knee to the midsection, surely cracking a few ribs before he’s lifted up high in the air
OH GOD HE WOULDN’T
POWERBOMB ONTO THE FUCKING STEEL STEPS!
Zero screams out in agony, he may well have broken his goddamn back from that sickening manouvere as Goro roughly pulls him up by the hair, tossing him into the ring. Zero scrambles on his belly, trying to get to his feet but a boot to the small of the back draws out another cry in agony and a twisted smile from the Dragon before Zero’s lifted up to his feet
RUNNING BUCKLE BOMB!
Nakamura just launches Zero into the buckles, Zero crumpling from the sheer force as the Dragon pulls his limp corpse from the ropes and drops down for the cover
ZERO GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
The Hacker isn’t going down that easy as Goro just shrugs, backing up as he patiently waits for Zero to slowly get to his feet before rushing forward
FULL FUCKING THROTTLE! CLOTHESLINE FROM GODDAMN HELL!
Zero nearly got decapitated from the sheer force but Goro has the wrist held as he pulls Zero up, SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE.
Goro pulls him up again before spinning him around,
That may well be it there but Zero refuses to stay down, clawing and crawling up Nakamura’s boots as he tries to get to his feet but The Dragon pulls him up instead right into a
TATSU! SPINNING BELLY TO BELLY!
That has to be it there as the Dragon drops down for the cover to end this slow murder.
ZERO KICKS THE FUCK OUT!
Nakamura is incensed as he tries to pull Zero up once more
PUNK CITY KILLLAHHH!
RIght old punch to the cock stuns the Dragon enough for the Stunner but it only stuns Nakamura
PUNK CITY KILLER
PUNK CITY KILLER!
The trifecta of Stunners finally drops Goro down to one knee as Zero’s whole body shakes with adrenaline, letting out a mammoth roar before rushing to the ropes, springboarding off
WITH THE 16GB OF RAM! SHINNING WIZZARD!
But that’s not enough as Zero flows through, bouncing off the other side
32GB OF RAM!
The Dragon finally collapses to the mat, this is how Zero won the world title. Is this how he conquers the Dragon? The Hacker drops down quickly, wrapping his entire body in the pinfall attempt
THE DRAGON POWERS OUT!
That combination would’ve ended anyone else on the roster but it barely put Goro down for a one count. Zero can’t believe it for a moment, before shaking it off as he rushes to the ropes once more, bouncing off
INTO A MAMMOTH HEADBUTT!
That may well have broken Zero’s skull there as his eyes roll back into his head from the sheer force. Nakamura shakes his head before gripping Zero around the waist
The Dragon isn’t done as he effortlessly hoists the limp Zero onto his shoulders, before flowing through with a Gonzo Bomb
That has to be it as Zero looks lucky to be breathing at the moment, Goro placing one solitary foot on his chest as the referee counts
Goro Nakamura absolutely murders Zero in the ring, Xavier tried but he was a one armed man in a Dragon fight and he suffered for his past transgressions here tonight.
WINNER: GORO NAKAMURA
Simon stands in a black room.
A look of annoyance on his face, the Taskmaster taps his toe on the glossy floor.
“Come on out, Deathnote.”
For another minute, silence reigns.
Then Deathnote steps out onto an elevated platform above Simon.
“Do not presume to summon me, Black. That’s not how this works.” The Author says angrily.
Simon merely rolls his eyes in response, then gestures for Deathnote to get on with it.
“I have given you more opportunities than you deserve to tell me your plan to find Corvus. I have tortured you, delivered my father’s message to you in blood and tears. Yet you still mock me?”
Growing serious, Simon nods.
“I mock you because I know it rankles you to your core.” The Taskmaster says. “Your threats, no matter how well delivered, have proven false. For I am still standing, and you do not have Corvus.”
Matching the serious Simon, Deathnote nods.
“Perhaps you are a worthy foe, Simon.” He says, a tiny note of respect in his voice. “But I regret to inform you that my father has indeed devised a punishment for your losing of Corvus.”
“Well?” Simon says, something approaching fear creeping in.
“Oh, you’ll have to wait.” Deathnote says. “His punishment is far less physical than mine. For you, anyway.”
A pause hangs in the air before Simon finally speaks.
“I did find him, you know.”
Shock appears on Deathnote’s face.
“I had my best people looking for him.” He lowers his head. “However, I regret to inform you that Corvus is dead.”
Deathnote’s ensuing laughter echoes through the black chamber.
“Impossible. Corvus’ name is not written in the Deathnote.”
The Taskmaster returns the laughter.
“Then I suppose you, in your ‘infinite wisdom,’ did not know that Corvus’ name is not Corvus. His real name is…”
The Queen of Flames made this rivalry personal when she began holding something above The Blockbuster’s head. What’s worse: she involved his daughter, Scarlett. Tonight, tensions come to a boiling point when Pyre and Hollywood Luke Storm unleash hell on each other inside a steel cell!
The lights begin to flash like a paparazzi’s camera as Deep Purple’s “Stormbringer” hits the Slaughterhouse. Smoke fills the entrance tube as the lyrics kick in.
Comin’ out of nowhere
Drivin’ like rain
There he is. Hollywood Luke Storm walks through the clouds like a lightning bolt to stand at the head of the ramp. He pushes his sunglasses down his nose and takes in the crowd, a look of determination on his face.
With a nod and smile, the Real Deal marches down to the ring, ready for war. He looks up at the towering steel cell hanging above the ring before walking up the steps and stepping in through the ropes. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and raises his fists in the air, looking for the crowd’s support tonight!
Ride the rainbow
Crack the sky
Time to die
It’s time for war as he drops down to face the Fire Bitch.
The opening of “Nightmare” by Halsey hits the Slaughterhouse speakers as the lights begin to flash red. Wisps of fire, like candles, form in a circle on the stage.
I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
The OSW World Champion, Pyre, emerges from the flames—but she isn’t alone.
Being pushed down the ramp in a wheelchair is a gagged young girl bound by ropes to the seat…
Storm whips his sunglasses off his face to get a closer look at just whom it is that Pyre is pushing around at ringside. Pyre cackles and waves at Luke as he confirms what it is that he is seeing:
IT’S HIS DAUGHTER SCARLETT!!!
I’ve tasted blood and it is sweet
The wheel chair comes to a halt on the outside and Pyre locks the wheels in place, forcing Scarlet to witness what is about to go down inside the Slaughterhouse’s squared circle.
What Pyre doesn’t realize is that Storm has bolted out of the ring and is sprinting up behind her—
THE SUPERKICK LAYS OUT THE FIRE WITCH!!
Storm immediately turns his attention to Scarlett, whose wide, frightened eyes tell you exactly how she feels right now. Storm frantically searches for knots to untie, and he finally finds the ends of the rope and begins to untie—
LOW BLOW FROM PYRE!!
Pyre grabs Scarlett’s face and turns it towards her father’s doubled over figure, demanding that she watch what is about to transpire between these two ex stable mates.
BAPTISM BY FIRE!!
PYRE ANSWERS THE LIGHTNING STRIKE WITH A SUPERKICK OF HER OWN!!
The crowd can hear the muffled screams from Scarlett as Pyre calculatingly traipses up to Storm and kicks him in the gut! With a devilish smile, Pyre drags Storm up and with momentum heaves him neck first into the steel steps, which fly apart and crash in a heap!
Pyre revels in the jeers and takes one last look at Storm’s bound and gagged daughter as she slides Storm’s jacked up body into the ring before sliding in herself.
DING! DING!! DING!!!
The bell rings and the cell drops down, enclosing the two competitors, the ref, and Scarlett.
Meanwhile, Pyre steps over Storm and locks him into a full nelson! His arms flailing, Storm looks for a way to escape, powering to his knees, and then to his feet! He throws an elbow at Pyre’s head which misses, and only serves to fuel Pyre’s fire and she responds as such by launching Storm backwards in a quick, jerking motion onto his neck—
SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX!!
Storm bounces off his neck and rolls through onto his knees where he kneels, dazed on the canvas. Pyre rapidly follows up with a low dropkick to the knee that Simon had worked on a few weeks ago, sending Storm face-first to the canvas while he screams in pain, clutching the knee!
Pyre steps over Storm, facing Scarlett, and with another sinister smile wraps her arm around Storm’s neck from above and wrenches back—
Storm’s taking some serious licks here, and now the ref asks him if he wants to submit.
Storm reaches his arm up…
And out of the corner of his eye sees his daughter, eyes wide with fright.
He shakes his head no, and with all his might crawls himself and Pyre, pull by pull over towards the ropes!
Storm is nearly there, the muffled screams of encouragement from Scarlett cheering him on…
AND HE REACHES THE ROPES!!
BUT THERE’S NO ROPE BREAK!!
The ref shakes his head no and Pyre cackles in delight at Storm’s folly. That is, until Storm manages to yank himself through the ropes and onto the apron—
THEY’RE TEETERING ON THE EDGE OF THE RING, BUT PYRE REFUSES TO RELEASE THE SUBMISSION, AND AS THEIR WEIGHT SLOWLY SHIFTS…
THEY TOPPLE TO THE FLOOR AND LAND WITH A SPLAT RIGHT IN FRONT OF A SQUEALING SCARLETT!!
Storm landed directly on Pyre and it seemed to have knocked the wind out of her, allowing Luke a moment to breathe himself. Storm crawls on all fours up to Scarlett and looks her in the eye before promising her something.
“Everything is gonna be alright,” Storm exclaims in an attempt to calm his daughter’s nerves.
But then a hand grabs Storm’s ankle from behind—
Pyre’s still down, but she’s slowly getting to her feet and there’s a fire in her eyes that evokes another squeal from Scarlett!
STORM KICKS PYRE’S HAND OFF HIM—
AND FOLLOWS UP WITH A PUNT TO HER FUCKING FACE!!
Pyre flashes some googly eyes before collapsing on her stomach.
Storm knows it’s only a matter of time until she comes to, but wants to send Pyre a message for all the torment she has been putting him through lately.
Storm climbs up the side of the steel cell. When he’s about half way up, he stops and looks down. Pyre is stirring and doesn’t see that Luke has taken to scaling the cell.
Storm looks to the crowd, who are fully on their feet in anticipation. There’s a buzz about the Slaughterhouse, and some would say you could feel the electricity in the air.
Pyre gets to her feet, looking around, not realizing the dark cloud hanging above her…
WE ARE ISSUING A HURRICANE WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“THUNDERSTRUCK! THUNDERSTRUCK! THUNDERSTRUCK!”
The crowd has erupted for Luke.
Storm is down and holding his midsection on the outside.
Pyre’s back is arched and she’s groaning in pain.
And Scarlett’s eyes are even wider somehow.
Storm may have done more damage to himself with that risky maneuver, and he’s not moving any faster than Pyre at the moment.
Storm just beats Pyre to her feet and scoops her up onto his shoulder. Taking aim at the cell wall, Storm rushes forward with Pyre going face-first into the steel—
PYRE SLIPPED OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!!
Pyre pushes Storm forward into the cell wall… but he manages to catch himself at the very last moment!
STORM CRASHES FACE-FIRST INTO THE CELL!
Pyre puts the boots to Storm before pulling him up by his hair and mashing his face into the cell wall over and over again!
NOW SHES GRINDING STORM’S FACE INTO THE CELL WALL LIKE A CHEESE GRATER—
AND LUKE IS BUSTED OPEN!!
She continues grating his face, his blood smattering all around and dripping from the openings in the cell!
Storm’s wearing a crimson mask now, and Scarlett is screaming bloody murder behind that gag. The image of her father in such agony will surely lead to long-term therapy sessions.
As Storm slides down the cell wall, Pyre pivots, whipping storm into the side of the ring. She follows up with a lariat, then rolls Storm into the ring. She flips the ring skirt up and goes digging under the ring for something…
A STEEL CHAIR!
She slides it into the ring, but she looks under the ring some more…
SHE HOLDS A SMALL BLACK POUCH UP FOR ALL TO SEE!!
Now she slides into the ring and picks up the chair, stalking Storm from behind as he slowly gets to his feet. Storm slowly turns, and Pyre rushes at him—
STEEL CHAIR SHOT TO THE HEAD!!
The skull crack echoed throughout the Slaughterhouse along with Scarlett’s muffled scream! Storm’s body flops on the mat and Pyre tosses the chair aside. She pins Storm, with a leg hook—
IS STORM OUT COLD, CAUGHT IN THE RAIN??
TH—MASSIVE KICKOUT BY STORM!!
The look of shock on Pyre’s face is worth a thousand words, but Pyre more than anyone should know that it’s going to take more than that to keep the Real F’n Deal down for the three count.
The Queen of Flames pulls the black pouch out of her pocket. She opens it up and spreads the contents out over a corner of the canvas…
BROKEN GLASS SHARDS?!?!
WHAT A COLD BITCH!!!!
Pyre stands Storm up and sets up a suplex. She hoists—
Storm’s fighting it. She tries lifting him again—
Storm briefly leaves his feet but grounds himself again. Now Storm tries a counter—
PYRE HANGS IN THE AIR…
BUT RETURNS TO HER FEET!!
The broken glass shards lay behind Pyre, and she attempts to suplex Storm onto them one last time—
STORM LOCKS LEGS WITH PYRE!!
With all Storm’s might, he heaves Pyre up into the vertical suplex—
AND DROPS DOWN ONTO PYRE’S HEAD!!
Storm looks to Scarlett, reaching out to her for strength. But he needs to follow up on that because Pyre is getting to her feet. Storm moves to all fours and Pyre gets to her feet, holding her head. She turns—
RIGHT INTO A CODEBREAKER FROM STORM!!
THERE WAS RUMBLING EARLIER, AND NOW THE CLOUDS HAVE RELEASED THEIR PRESSURE!!
Storm pins Pyre with a leg hook of his own—
DID THE RAIN EXTINGUISH PYRE’S FLAMES??
PYRE’S FIRE STILL BURNS, BIG KICKOUT!!
Pyre’s the champ for a reason, and it’ll take more than that to put her down for good. Storm shakes his head, but gets an idea. He pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle and stalks Pyre.
Pyre is stumbling about and doesn’t see Luke taunting her, pretending to film her with a camera. He looks to the crowd, and shakes his pointer finger. Luke moves to the top rope, but his bad knee buckles just for a moment. Will these box office numbers warrant a—
NOPE, HE TOOK TOO MUCH TIME—
Pyre took notice at the last second and stumbled right into the top rope! Storm is frozen in time with a look of pure regret on his face. Pyre takes advantage of the situation and climbs up to the second turnbuckle, and then joins Luke on the top…
Pyre grabs Luke’s face and shoves it in Scarlett’s direction, emphasizing the hell she’s putting her father through in this cell! Scarlett shakes her head and Pyre looks behind herself to survey the landscape…
PYRE YANKS STORM BY THE HEAD AND JUMPS BACKWARDS—
AVALANCHE FIRE IN THE BELLY!!!!!!!!!!
ONTO BROKEN GLASS!!!!!!!!!
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
THE ICON IS GOING TO NEED SOME PLASTIC SURGERY AFTER THIS MATCH IF HE STILL WANTS MOVIE ROLES!
Scarlett had a front row seat for that horror flick…
It’s a river of blood on the canvas streaming from Storm’s face. Pyre’s ass is torn up as well, and both competitors are writhing in pain! Pyre rolls Storm onto his back and throws an arm over Storm—
WHO’S THE BADDEST MOTHER FUCKER IN THE CELL??
STORM GETS A SHOULDER UP AT 2.99!!
Pyre slaps the canvas in frustration as Storm reaches out for Scarlett! As rough as Storm looks, Pyre is in a world of hurt as well, and she wants to finish this sooner rather than later.
Pyre moves to the corner and climbs to the top rope, stalking Storm as he did to her earlier. She wants to set fire to the rain…
PYRE LEAPS AS STORM GETS TO HIS FEET, WITH A TWIST—
PYRE ECLIPSED STORM!!!
She crawls on top of him and puts all her weight on his shoulders—
WILL LUKE STAY DOWN THIS TIME??
The heat was too much for Luke Storm, with Pyre turning the rainfall into a mere mist and getting the big victory!
After everything Luke Storm has been put through. Everything that Pyre has done to him… To have his own daughter bound at ringside to see him like this is as heartbreaking as it is sickening.
It is the kind of thing that would break a lesser man, but Luke Storm somehow finds the strength to stand back up to Pyre.
His eyes don’t plead. They’re just filled with hatred. Loathing.
Pyre, on the other hand, seems to be enjoying the whole experience.
“What did I say, Luke?”
She shakes her head, in mocking disapproval.
“You know what must come now, then don’t you.”
Luke says nothing, he just glares at Pyre as the Firebitch continues.
“Only… I’m not going to reveal your secret.”
A hush falls over the Slaughterhouse. Even Luke seems a little confused.
“I’m not going to reveal your secret, Luke… But only because somebody else wants a piece of you first.”
OUT OF NOWHERE!
SIMON BLACKHART CLOBBERS LUKE FROM BEHIND WITH HIS SLEDGEHAMMER, BUNTING HIM IN THE BACK OF THE SKULL AND KNOCKING HIM TO THE MAT!
HE PROCEEDS TO STOMP THE HOLY HELL OUT OF LUKE!
WITH LUKE BATTERED, BEATEN AND HALF-CONSCIOUS, PYRE PICKS HIM UP AND HOLDS HIM IN A FULL NELSON!
SIMON K-Os LUKE STORM WITH AN UNPROTECTED PUNCH RIGHT TO THE FACE!
PYRE LETS LUKE CRUMPLE TO THE CANVAS!
The Blackharts embrace in celebration as the Slaughterhouse voices their disapproval, and poor little Scarlett Storm watches her daddy’s unconscious carcass, horrified… as we fade to black.