Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
There’s a rapturous choir singing on the front of a large wooden stage as light rays enter through the visage of Christ on stained glass windows. Sat in the very back, Sir Renault and Sir Bellator sit behind a figure, wearing a hooded jacket, who faces ahead.
“Thank you for coming,” Bellator says earnestly. “Have you ever questioned your path? The people you’ve fought with – the things you’ve done, have you ever thought about where they’ve led you?”
The person doesn’t turn around or motion an answer.
Sir Renault continues.
“They’ve led you here, to us; to Vayikra. We’re looking to expand on our mission to bring Yahweh back to the world. Led by Sir Vant, we need new blood to help bring the almighty home.”
Again, no response.
“Your soul isn’t beyond saving,” Bellator continues. “If you join us, you’ll become a Knight of the Lord; a Sir in his army, fighting for his resurrection. It’s then that the sins of those you’ve fought against will be exposed and punished.”
The person lowers their head, thinking about it.
“Join us,” Renault chimes in. “And we will save your soul.”
“Or don’t,” Bellator says calmly. “And when Yahweh returns, witness his wrath for the things you’ve done.”
RASPUTIN vs. LUCY SERAPHINA
Will “The Angel of Dirt” or “The Angelic Assassin” walk out of Revolt with the victory tonight???
The bell rings and this opening match is underway! Rasputin slides out of the ring and retrieves his walking stick. He races back into the ring, charging at Seraphina but suddenly she pulls out her assassin blades out of nowhere! “The Angel of Dirt” and “Angel of Wisdom” slowly circle each other in a stand off. Rasputin starts poking his stick towards an unfazed Seraphina. He charges, swining his stick but Seraphina ducks.
SHE STARTS STABBING RASPUTIN WITH THE BLADES!
RASPUTIN STARTS SWINGING HIS STICK WILDLY, STRIKING SERAPHINA A COUPLE TIMES BUT CATCHES SEVERAL MORE BLADE ATTACKS!
He tosses the stick to the outside and jumps out of the ring to get out of dodge. Lucy follows him soin after and takes him out with a suicide dive throught the ropes! She immediately slides back into the ring and bounces off the ropes. She leaps into the air, clearing the ropes with an over the top plancha!
RASPUTIN PICKED UP HIS STICK AND CRACKED HER OVER THE HEAD WITH IT MID-AIR! THE STICK BREAKS INTO SEVERAL PIECES FROM THE IMPACT!
He picks Seraphina up by her hair and tosses her back into the ring. He rolls inside and walks her down as she tries to pull herself up on the ropes. She turns around right into a hard kick to the midsection, followed by a clubbing forearm to the back. She fires back and hits several punches to the midsection and follows it up with a running crossbody that flattens Rasputin. She climbs outside and springboards back into the ring with a springboard crossbody! NO! “The Angel of Dirt” catches her on his shoulders –
DEATH VALLEY DRIVER DROPS HER RIGHT ON TOP OF HER HEAD![/b]
Seraphina sits up clutching the back of her head as Rasputin hits the ropes, he comes running back with a running knee to the back of the head!
TRIPPIN’ THE RIFT!
Lucy ducks at the last minute and avoids harms way in the nick of time. Rasputin hops back onto his feet and walks right into a beautifully executed swinging neckbreaker!
SERAPHINA CALLS THAT THE VAMPIRE’S BLOOD!
“The Sovereign of Silence” is feeling the pendulum shift.
Rasputin gets back up to a vertical base –
ENZIGUIRI TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
“The Angel of Dirt” is wobbling on spaghetti legs!
“The Angelic Assassin” grabs Rasputin with a handful of hair and leaps up –
THE HAIR PULL BACKBREAKER!!!
RASPUTIN TOSSES HER OFF OF HIS BACK!
HARD KICK TO THE MIDSECTION!
HE GRABS HER ARMS BETWEEN HER LEGS –
THE DELUSIONAL ILLUSION!!!
SHE FLIPS OUT!
SHE SLIDES UNDERNEATH HIS LEGS!
“The Angel of wisdom” proved to be too much for “The Angel of dirt”!
TENCHU AND BANZAN
The sounds of a blade striking something hard echoes through the graveyard we are in again as Tenchu’s blade is stopped by the powerful aura of Banzan. Banzan looks pissed as he pushes the blade to the side before striking Tenchu with the Tiger Claw palm-strike.
“Breaking your code, the one you swore to follow, again. Striking like a coward, you shame the Odawara!”
Banzan roars as he picks up the Metal Shadow by the neck. Tenchu pushes off the Mountain and stands to his feet.
“You have no idea what you are talking about!” Tenchu roars. “All I have ever done was for my clan! All I continue to do is for them! You believe you know so much about the Odawara but you have read but a page!”
Banzan laughs as he squares up to the Metal Shadow.
“I have spent the last several months studying the Odawara ways. Studying the people, the culture. The Laws of the Clan. I know far more than this scroll details, I know far more than you would expect.” Banzan says, maintaing his Mountain Stance.
“Through my studies, I have come to respect what your clan represented, what you clan meant to Japan. The trials, the tribulations they went through to attain their position, the ability to create you was admirable. It is why I have confronted you.”
Banzan relaxes his stance, pulling the scroll out once again.
“This was the key to making you the best Samurai. The best warrior. But you have betrayed this every step of the way. You have failed your clan. It is out of respect for them, that I plan to put a stop to you. You’ve brought nothing but shame to your clan, and it’s time for it to be stopped. It’s time for you ancestors to rest peacefully knowing their legacy is respected.”
Tenchu charges and connects with the Hidden Blade that throws Banzan into several grave markers.
“At ReVolt I’ll show you just what our code is, Banzan.”
Tenchu picks up his blade and leaves the graveyard as Banzan stands to his feet.
“We will for sure, Tenchu.”
BANZAN vs. TENCHU
Can The Mountain uphold Odawara law? Or will The Metal Shadow continue to REVOLT against the machine?
Both competitors ready themselves in their fighting stance as the bell rings. They circle each other.
Banzan feigns a jab, Tenchu feigns a few front kicks. No contact is made yet as they feel out one another.
Neither has broken eye contact as they ebb and flow, close and away.
It’s clear this won’t be your traditional wrestling match.
Tenchu steps in and drills Banzan square on the chin with a high kick! Banzan is knocked back a step but immediately focuses his attention back to Tenchu—
Tenchu just walloped Banzan who stumbles backwards dazed into the ropes, but Tenchu is not letting up and leaps foot first into Banzan’s face—
FLYING DRAGON KICK!!
Tenchu catapults the Mountain over the ropes, who topples to the outside in a heap!What a display of martial artistry by Tenchu!
Tenchu slides out of the ring, not letting up his assault on Banzan who’s on all fours—KARATE CHOP! And another to the back of Banzan’s neck! Tenchu is relentless!!
“ONE!” the ref shouts from the ring. “TWO!”
Tenchu measures up Banzan as the ref continues his count from the ring—he kicks his leg up high—and forcefully stomps his heel down on Banzan’s neck!
The referee is at a count of six now, and Tenchu wisely rolls in and back out of the ring to restart the ten-count.
As Banzan tries to catch a breather, Tenchu flips the ring skirt up and is searches for something under the ring…
Tenchu presents a Kendo stick to the audience, holding it up high for everyone to see, and points ominously at Banzan…
CRACK! He wallops Banzan over the back!
Tenchu artfully twirls the kendo stick on his fingers as he circles Banzan. The ref counts to four, and as Tenchu rears back again he doesn’t realize that Banzan is sitting cross-legged, surrounded by a purple haze…
CRRACK!! That one left a red mark on the back of Banzan’s neck!! But Banzan is unaffected—his purple haze glowing bright now!
Tenchu points the kendo stick at Banzan’s forehead. Tenchu rears back—
CRRRA—NO!!!Banzan caught it, and yanks it from Tenchu! The mountain grabs Tenchu with his other hand and whips him effortlessly through the ropes back into the ring!
Banzan breaks the kendo stick over his knee in half, discards it, and rolls into the ring just before the ten count!
HIDDEN BLADE!! The Busaiku Knee Kick rocks Banzan to the mat, and Tenchu covers—
BANZAN BENCHPRESSES TENCHU OFF HIM!
Tenchu charges at Banzan but bounces right off the Mountain! Tenchu hits the ropes and tries again—
TIGER CLAW!The five point palm strike grounds Tenchu, who then pops back up clutching his chest right into Banzan’s clutches—
Banzan follows up the saito suplex with a pin—
Banzan has drained his wellspring, but it’s going to take a bit more from both him or Tenchu to end this match!
Both men to their feet. They trade karate chops—It’s back and forth now, but it’s clear that Banzan is tiring before Tenchu…
Banzan whips Tenchu into the corner out of desperation and smacks his behind—he throws his body backwards, full-force into Tenchu, who drops into a seated position against the bottom buckle!
Banzan turns around to the fallen Tenchu. He wants to finish this now! He darts back towards Tenchu—
The Kinshasa knocks Tenchu back into the 16th century!!
But Banzan isn’t done. He wants to punish Tenchu.
He climbs the first turnbuckle—and the second—he bounces once—he bounces twice…
AND DROPS ONTO TENCHU’S CHEST! BANZAN DROP!!! Sitting pin—
Justice is served cold by Banzan tonight!
DEATHNOTE, CORVUS, ISRAEL GRIMWOLF & VOYNICH
It’s a call to arms meeting. Deathnote, Voynich, Corvus and Israel Grimwolf stand inside a locker room – the Author leading proceedings. He doesn’t look happy, and his body language is clear in that he’s frustrated.
“Someone in our match can’t be trusted,” he announces angrily. “But Corvus won’t tell me who.”
Corvus shakes his head.
“I offered you a deal and, in the end, you refused,” he says, also angered. “I’m under no obligation to share my secrets with any of you, especially if you won’t share yours with me.”
“What do you mean, someone in our match can’t be trusted?” Voynich asks inquisitively. “Wouldn’t it be easier to decide who could be?”
Israel Grimwolf just stands, listening. He’s not saying a word.
Corvus shakes his head again, clearly unhappy with the situation.
“Fine,” he blurts out. “I want to win this match. The Sandman is the OSW World Champion and the only way any of us get closer to him, is if we win here tonight.”
“Do you honestly think I trust any of you fuckers, shipmate?” Grimwolf suddenly pipes up, angrily. “Everyone has their own ends to meet. Everyone has something to gain.”
“You may say that but Viper Roberts has a snake,” Corvus finally announces. “I don’t know who it is, but they’re in this match. That changes things from a matter of trust, to a matter of winning or losing.”
That changes the perspective for everyone involved.
They all begin looking at each other, just a little bit of doubt in all their eyes.
“For all we know, the snake could be on his team – he could be recruiting from the inside to secure domination. We know what Viper Roberts is like, don’t we?” Voynich reasons. “There’s no reason to believe that one of us could’ve done that.”
“That’s what the traitor would say,” Deathnote chimes in.
Everyone slowly starts backing away from one another.
Then the arguments commence.
Tonight, these four men team up to face Sigil, Viper Roberts, Cael Gable and The Sandman…
If they can only coexist.
KAINE KNIGHTLORD & MORDECAI
An old Victorian lounge.
Kaine Knightlord and a few old friends are standing in a tightknit circle sharing stories, jokes, and reminiscing about their youth. Joanna Williams is holding on this arm and every word Kaine
There’s a warmth in this room, an eerie juxtaposition to the cold vampire everyone knows.
Kaine Knightlord interrupts the casual conversation and looks a little more serious whilst still being jovial.
“I just wanted to express my gratitude to all who showed up today. I know over the years there have been circumstances beyond all of our control that prevented such an occasion. to see all of you again, it feels like a miracle.”
The whole circle nods. An older man with an uncanny resemblance to Kaine speaks up.
“It has been far too long, son.”
Kaine smiles, nods, and continues.
“The reason I asked all of you to join me today is something I’ve been wanting to do for a while.”
Kaine Knightlord kneels in front of Joanna.
“Joanna Williams, ever since the day we bonded, I’ve wanted to be more than just your sire, will you do me the honor in taking my hand in marriage?”
Joanna looks down but is shaking her head.
“Oh Kaine, you know that can’t happen, none of this is real. Besides, I never truly loved you.”
She pulls out a wooden stake and stabs him in the heart!
Kaine is in Hell!
The smell of brimstone fills his nostrils as beads of sweat start to form out of every pore.
Kaine is freaking out!
“Is this still my dream?”
Mordecai slips out of the shadows and chuckles.
“I see you figured out how to lucid dream. Were you happy in that lounge?”
Kaine nods and answers.
“Happier than I’ve been in a long time but did I lose control?”
Mordecai shakes head and replies.
“No, you didn’t lose it. I took it back. You aren’t supposed to be able to dream, let alone control them. You’re supposed to have none of the joys of being a human. So, when I gave you that gift, I had to make sure it was a curse. I let Sandman have control over your mind in the dream realm. When I brought up lucid dreaming, I thought you were going to end up chasing a dragon you couldn’t catch until Revolt. I expected your mind to break by the time we fought. The fact that you actually pulled it off meant I had to take it away.”
Kaine lowers his head.
“Why couldn’t you just tell me no and let my mind stay a void at night?”
“You barged into my abode and practically forced me to make you dream again. Did you expect mercy? You and I both know you don’t deserve it.”
Kaine stands up and gets in Mordecai’s face.
“Take it back.”
Kaine grabs Mordecai’s collar, and his hands goes right through where Mordecai used to be. He’s enveloped in smoke. Mordecai’s voice is all around him.
“You have no chance here, beat me in the ring to lose this curse. If you don’t, the next time you won’t fear sleep is when you’re buried.”
Kaine wakes up in a cold sweat.
It’s nightmares or nothing after tonight.
MORDECAI vs. KAINE KNIGHTLORD
Two supernatural beings enter the ring! Kaine has been tormented by his own dreams and Mordecai is the cause. Who shall come out ahead in this battle of unnatural strength?
As the bell rings both men approach one another! Despite Kaine’s impressive height even he is towered over by the powerhouse that is Mordecai! They lock up and Kaine tries with all his might to move Mordecai! However the Guardian refuses to give him an inch!
HE WRAPS HIS HANDS AROUND KAINE’S THROAT! DOUBLE-HANDED CHOKESLAM TO KNIGHTLORD!
The Vampire smacks the ground hard and bounces onto his stomach where Mordecai grabs his leg! He flings Kaine across the ring with terrifying ease and allows him to stand up!
BIG BOOT BY MORDECAI! KNIGHTLORD GETS KNOCKED INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!
The Gatekeeper grabs Kaine!
BIEL TOSS- NO! KNIGHTLORD WITH A HARSH HEADBUTT TO MORDECAI!
Knightlord unleashes hell upon Mordecai’s head and knocks him fucking silly! The Dream Guardian stumbles away, grasping his head in pain as Kaine grabs him from behind-
AND PULLS HIM INTO THE BLOODY STREAM! RIPCORD CLOTHESLINE LANDS FLUSH! MORDECAI GETS TURNED INSIDE OUT!
But Kaine doesn’t let go of Mordecai’s hand! No! He pulls him back to his feet!
BLOOD DRIVER! PUMPHANDLE BRAINBUSTER RIGHT TO HIS KNEE! MORDECAI FALLS TO THE GROUND AND KAINE COVERS!
MORDECAI JUST TOOK TWO MASSIVE MOVES BUT IT BARELY GOT A ONE COUNT!
Driven purely by his own determination Mordecai tries to fight to his feet but Kaine rains down boots on the larger man! Each one lands with destructive force and keeps Mordecai grounded as the bigger man is slow to his feet!
Mordecai slowly rises, taking the strikes as best he can when Kaine hits the far ropes!
PUNT KICK- NO! MORDECAI CATCHES THE LEG!
The Guardian twists, pulling Kaine onto his shoulders!
AND HE STARTS TO SPIN! NEUROSIS! NO HANDED SPINNING BACKBREAKER RACK!
HE SPINS AROUND AND AROUND AND AROUND AS HE SLOWLY MOVES TOWARDS THE ROPES!
KAINE GETS TOSSED UPWARDS! THE NIGHTSCREAM GETS TOSSED RIGHT OVER THE FUCKING ROPES! HE LANDS OUTSIDE IN A HEAP!
Mordecai looks down at Kaine, shaking his head as he exits the ring and goes to retrieve him. He grabs Kaine by the hand-
AND GETS PULLED INTO A GOGOPLATA! CRIMSON VOW! MORDECAI IS TRAPPED OUTSIDE WITH KAINE!
The referee begins to count as Kaine strangles the life out of his opponent!
MORDECAI LIFTS KAINE UP! POWERBOMB! POWERBOMB ONTO THE APRON!
Knightlord lets go and Mordecai rolls him into the ring before following suit! He grabs hold of Kaine and whips him into the ropes- No! Kaine grabs Mordecai by the head and slams him into the nearest turnbuckle!
MORDECAI STOPS HIM! BACK ELBOW TO THE JAW STUMBLES KAINE BACKWARDS! BIG BOOT BY MORDECAI-NO! KAINE CATCHES IT! EXPLODER SUPLEX SHAKES THE RING AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
Both men begin to stir slowly but surely! Kaine slowly gets to his feet-
MORDECAI GRABS HIM FROM BEHIND! HYPNOGOGIA! CRADLE BACK TO BELLY PILEDRIVER! KAINE CRUMPLES ON THE GROUND AND MORDECAI COVERS!
Mordecai has put Kaine Knightlord to sleep here tonight!
ETHER & PYRE
Hell’s Mouth Maximum Security Prison.
A crowded visitor’s area, where families meet face to face, tables placed between them to keep them at an arms length.
But a corner of this room is deserted, save for a single table.
A table where Pyre sits, dripping wet. Ether sits opposite her, mulling.
A checkerboard between them, a horde of guards surrounding their every move.
“You know, it will be almost a shame that you’re stuck in here. After everything you’ve been through…”
She moves her black checker across the board, leaping over a number of red pieces along the way.
“That you won’t even have the chance to vent your frustrations inside that ring. Look around you, they’re not going to let you go any time soon.”
She smirks as she points out the guards, who stand stoically and do not respond. Pyre doesn’t either. She looks weathered, drenched and weary. Somewhat more humbled than we are used to seeing her.
She picks up one of her red checkers, thinking for a moment, then proceeds to jump it clean across the board, stringing together a chain of leaps that boggles the mind.
“King me, Bitch.”
Ether looks a little stunned for a moment at the move, blinking a few times before a cool expression fills her face once more. Then frustration hits, Ether stands, overturning the checkerboard and sending pieces flying in all directions.
The guards tighten up their formation and keep their hands at the ready, but Pyre doesn’t so much as move. Ether pulls in close to her.
“We hold all of the cards. I hope you rot in here.”
She slaps Pyre across the cheek, but still the Fire Bitch doesn’t respond. Ether about turns and storms off through the visitor’s doorway. Pyre is stood up by a pair of guards and marched towards the door back into the general prison.
That is until the Warden stops them, holding a piece of paper.
“Bail has been posted. Get her processed, then we can be rid of her.”
The guards look a little stunned at each other, but they comply with the Warden’s request and march Pyre off into a different direction. Pyre calls out after the warden.
“Who posted my bail?”
The Warden turns, mildly veiled rage on his face.
“You are not privy to that information, prisoner.”
Pyre is pushed roughly through the doorway, one step closer to freedom. But Ether has no idea she’s coming.
CHRONOA vs. THE IMPALER
Chronoa and The Impaler collide here at ReVolt, with the Keeper of History seemingly well aware of Legion’s!
The bell rings and Impaler immediately charges at Chronoa, looking to take her down with a waistlock…but the Keeper of History counters out of it, dropping Legion with an arm drag!
We see a smirk on her face, the maneuver clearly meant to take Impaler off his game…which seems to work, the big man frustrated as he charges at Chronoa once more!
Chronoa ducks under, evading the attack…which forces Impaler to go running toward the ropes!
He bounces off, running back looking for another attempt…and takes a dropkick from the Harbinger of Fate!
The Impaler is down, giving Chronoa an opening to turn things around as she lays in a couple stomps to keep Legion at bay.
Unfortunately for her, Impaler manages to build back to a vertical base before grabbing her by the legs and driving Chronoa into the ring with a spinebuster!
Impaler is ready to end this quickly, going for the cover!
Chronoa kicks out, much to the chagrin of The Impaler as he goes back on the attack!
He grabs the right arm, bending it in such a way to elicit some screams from the Keeper of History, who struggles for a way to escape the hold.
The two end up back on their feet, which allows Chronoa a chance to use the ropes to reverse and relieve the pressure on the joint, eventually taking Impaler down with another impressive arm drag!
The rage is building up inside Legion, which leads to a changed focus on the power game…which Chronoa seems to have banked on, leaping over the big man on a shoulder tackle attempt!
Except this time, Impaler is prepared! He quickly shifts gears, manages to catch Chronoa on the rebound!
The running lariat connects this time!
The Impaler brings Chronoa back to her feet, lifting the Keeper of History unto his shoulder!
He takes a few running steps, looking for that powerbomb!
BUT CHRONOA REVERSES IT!
THORN TO BE WILD!
Chronoa takes Impaler down with an emphatic arm drag, but this one is rolled into a crucifix pinning position!
Impaler’s shoulders are down!
IMPALER JUST MANAGES TO KICK OUT!
Legion rolls out of the ring, looking to regroup…but Chronoa takes to the air, leaping over the rope to take the big man down with a plancha!
Both competitors are down, but not quite out as Chronoa slowly gets to her feet…as does The Impaler, who charges at the Harbinger of Fate!
Chronoa avoids disaster, and Impaler’s own momentum is used against him as he slams into the steel steps!
It’s an opportunity that Chronoa looks to take as she rolls back into the ring, while Impaler slowly manages to rise up from the floor.
He slides into the ring, clearly still feeling the effects of that collision…which Chronoa takes full advantage of!
CHRONOA TWISTS IMPALER AROUND INTO AN INVERTED PEDIGREE!
Impaler is down hard, and Chronoa goes for the cover once more!
A win for Chronoa means the Harbinger of Fate can move forward with her plans, but what does this mean for the Dread Pirate Roberts of Pro Wrestling?
CHRONOA & THE IMPALER
The match is over, and even after being beaten down from the encounter, we see an all-knowing smirk from Chronoa.
Because the Keeper of History has been keeping a secret.
And it’s clearly getting under The Impaler’s skin.
“Did you really think this was over, Legion? I warned you about interfering with fate, and a rose by any other name smells just as sweet.”
With this, Chronoa conjures up the Tablet of Fate. Consulting its ancient wisdom draws a disturbing chuckle from the Harbinger of Fate, much to Legion’s chagrin.
“I know why you call yourself the Dread Pirate Roberts of Pro Wrestling, why you name your most devastating maneuver the Night City Blackout…and why you refuse to unleash your full power. You’re afraid of enacting that much damage again, aren’t you?”
These callbacks mark a change of attitude within The Impaler, who snaps at Chronoa.
“How dare you! I will not let you…”
“What? Remind you of who you truly are? This is far from over, Legion. Your fate is written, it cannot be changed. Night City will come blowing back into your life once more, soon enough…and when the bough breaks, The Impaler will fall.”
And with that, Chronoa disappears.
The Impaler, realizing his fate, is shaken to his very core.
His past is about to haunt him once more.
ALBERT SHAW & WIZ
Recorded earlier this week.
An empty bar. A discarded pint glass, the remnants slowly dripping to the ground. The camera pans up and we see Albie Shaw, his eyes bright and wide. Around him the room glows in a multitude of colours. So many colours. And he can taste every single one of them – just like Skittles.
He puts a hand to his chest to calm himself down. How can he taste the colours? That doesn’t matter because he sees Wiz in front of him and leaps after him, confidently. Wiz doesn’t put up much of a fight and soon he is down and out, Albie Shaw leathering him with rights and lefts.
Wiz is soon left bloodied and bruised and barely able to move. Albie picks up a barstool and with a smirk slams it down across his back.
He reaches into his pocket and takes out his trusty snippers, taking great pleasure and taking his sweet time before holding down Wiz’s wrist with one foot and wedging a single finger into the snippers.
He laughs. There is blood everywhere, but when he looks up to see the damage he’s done he is aghast. He goes white as a sheet. It’s…Pyre!? He snipped Pyre’s finger off!
But how could he have done that? He collapses into the corner, panic and despair on his face and sweat falling down his brow by the bucket load.
On the opposite side of the bar, the real Wiz lets out a quiet chuckle as he sees Shaw back away from the pot plant he’s just destroyed.
“I told him I needed to introduce him to my parent’s product,” he starts. “I just needed to give him a helping hand”
Wiz looks over at the pint glass. He spiked Shaw with LSD!
“And it looks like he had a funkilicious time!”
He chuckles once more, letting the bar door close behind him as he leaves.
THE GENERATION KID vs. VIGOUR vs. STARBOY
Vigour and Starboy stand nose-to-nose, sizing each other up – perhaps a little too literally in the case of the latter.
The Generation Kid tries to join in, but standing half a foot shorter, and weighing nearly 100 pounds less, doesn’t get a look-in.
Unintentionally excluded by his stablemates, he walks away…
THE KARATE KID PART II!
LEAPING KICK TO THE FACES OF VIGOUR AND STARBOY!
They’ll damn sure take notice of him after that!
TGK picks Starboy up, sending him into the ropes.
Vigour wakes up, and goes to grab That Eighties Kid—
GANGBANGARANG – EMPHASIS ON GANG!
THE LOVER OF ALL HITS A DOUBLE SLINGBLADE ON THEIR PARTNERS!
He covers the throwback, TGK.
#1 CONTENDERSHIP UP FOR GRABS!
STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS BY VIGOUR!
STARBOY GETS A QUICK THRILL!
The Good Time Guy quickly pins his BFF.
REWIND TITLE OPPORTUNITY AT STAKE!
TGK DROPS A SLOPPY LEG ACROSS THE THROAT OF VIGOUR!
MAYBE A LITTLE 80s INSPIRATION ON THAT ONE!?
He hooks the leg of the Prince of Party.
WILL GENERATION-MANIA RUN WILD!?
STARBOY PULLS HIM OFF!
UH, BY THE LEG, I MEAN!
All three Rainbow Party-goers find themselves catching their breath after a blazing opening salvo.
They get to their feet and feel each other out cautiously—
STARBOY PLUCKS VIGOUR INTO A FIREMAN’S CARRY!
HERE COMES THE NECKBREAKER…
TASTE THE RAINBO—
DOC BROWN’S DELOREAN!
TGK SPEARS THE ASS FOR THE MASSES!
THAT DIDN’T COME OUT RIGHT!
Vigour lands atop Starboy, and the referee slides into action.
TGK BREAKS IT UP!
Rolling Vigour off of Starboy, the blast from the past covers them himself.
The interlude gave Starboy just enough time to recover.
All three of these newcomers are clearly thirsty for the chance to prove themselves. Let’s just hope that those aspirations don’t come between them as friends…
They rise as one.
Once again, they circle each other, hands at their proverbial holsters like duelling gunslingers—
THE GENERATION KID GRABS HOLD OF VIGOUR!
HE’S GOT HIM PRIMED FOR A BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!
NOBODY CALLS ME—
STARBOY LIGHTS THEM UP WITH ROARING ELBOWS TO THE BACKS OF THEIR HEADS!
THAT’S A DOUBLE FUCKING DONKEY PUNCH!
Having found out how resilient his teammates truly are, he opts not to pin them. Instead, he hoists himself onto the middle rope.
HE SWIVELS HIS HIPS AND BLOWS A KISS!
KISS YOUR ASSES GOODBYE, BOYS!
WHICH ONE OF THEM WILL EAT THE CHOCOLATE STARFISH DESTROYER!?
HE HOPS DOWN ONTO THE GENERATION KID!
WAIT – HE SANDBAGS THE CANADIAN DESTROYER!
STARBOY FINDS THERE’S MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE TO THE TRANSFORMERS!
YOU’D THINK HE’D KNOW THAT ALREADY!
VIGOUR SPRINGBOARDS ONTO THE TOP ROPE!
TGK IS GOING TO TAKE IT!
FIVE-STAR FUCKING FROG SPLASH BY VIGOUR!
A SPLASH OF COLOUR BREAKS IT UP!
Vigour scrambles into a cover on the vintage underdog.
HE HOPS OFF OF HIM!?
IN A STATE OF SHOCK, HE TURNS TO LOOK AT STARBOY ACCUSINGLY—
THE PANSEXUAL, GENDER-FLUID DOMINATRIX JUST OIL-CHECKED HIS ASS… LITERALLY!
Well, that’s one way to break up a pin.
Before he can fully process the digital invasion of his rectum, Vigour finds Starboy charging at him—
VIGOUR DUCKS THE KNIFE-EDGE CHOP TO THE FACE!
HE LEAPS UP ONTO STARBOY’S BACK—
LUMBAR CHECK – VIM AND VIGOUR!
STARBOY HOLDS ONTO THE TOP ROPE, SHAKING HIM LOOSE!
VIGOUR MISSES WITH A CLOTHESLINE—
NOBODY CALLS ME YELLOW!
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX BY AN INTERVENING GENERATION KID!
Starboy swings at him—
I SAID NOBODY CALLS ME YELLOW!
TGK BELLY-TO-BELLIES STARBOY ON TOP OF VIGOUR, PANCAKING THEM!
Struggling to believe his own luck, as The Slaughterhouse fans rally behind him, the plucky TGK haphazardly scales the turnbuckle.
HE’S ON THE HIGHWAY TO THE DANGER ZONE!
TOP FUCKING GUN!
SKETCH-AS-HELL, TOP-ROPE BODY SPLASH ONTO VIGOUR!
TGK covers him.
STARBOY DRAGS HIM OFF!
They yank TGK to his feet.
STARBOY HAS HIM IN THE ROCK BOTTOM!
TGK IS EMBARKING ON AN EXCELLENT ADVENTURE!
WAIT – HE’S FIGHTING IT!
The Generation Kid elbows Starboy in the back of the head, breaking his grip.
Clutching his ribs, Vigour sneaks up behind the scrappy, vinyl fighter—
BUKKAKE, BUKKAKE, BUKKAKE!
STARBOY UNLOADS WITH A MILKY-WHITE, LIQUID SUBSTANCE INTO HIS BEST FRIEND’S FACES!
THE GENERATION KID, HOWEVER, SHIELDED HIMSELF BEHIND VIGOUR!
HE POPS OUT, CATCHING AN UNAWARE STARBOY WITH THE INSIDE CRADLE!
VIGOUR CAN’T FIND THE PIN TO BREAK UP!
THE GENERATION KID WINS!
THE GENERATION KID
THE RAINBOW PARTY & VAYIKRA
The bell sounds and this one is over. The Rainbow Party put on a no holds barred clinic for us here tonight. They may be friends, but each one gave it their all.
As they get back to their feet and meet in the middle of the ring to celebrate, darkness falls.
When the lights return, Sir Vant is stood in the centre of the ring, his head lowered.
The Rainbow Party aren’t sure what to do.
Suddenly, he strikes.
CLOTHESLINE TO VIGOUR!
JUMPING KNEE STRIKE TO THE GENERATION KID!
THAT LEAVES STARBOY!
Sir Vant grabs him violently as he tries to back away in a Tongan Death Grip, pushing him powerfully to his knees.
“You’re an abomination,” he roars. “But among you there must not be even a hint of sexual immorality, or of any kind of impurity, or of greed, because these are improper for God’s holy people.”
Just then, TGK attacks him from behind with a forearm, stumbling Sir Vant aggressively across the ring.
“Leave my friend alone, you ooglay space cadet,” The Kid roars angrily at him.
The lights again go off.
And when they come back on, Sir Vant is gone.
Only this time, Vayikra have arrived.
They immediately bum-rush The Generation Kid, clotheslining him over the top rope to the outside. As they do this, they fail to see Vigour pulling Starboy out of the ring and to safety.
The Rainbow Party make their retreat, only to watch Sir Bellator and Sir Renault drop to their knees in prayer in the middle of the ring.
Their prayer is loud, concise and in stereo.
“We know that God does not listen to sinners. He listens to the godly person who does his will.”
They continue, as The Rainbow Party come together and look on in horror.
“Revelation 21:8. But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as for murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death.”
Oh man, The Rainbow Party are in deep, deep trouble.
They make their exit as quickly as possible, leaving Vayikra to their prayer.
VAYIKRA vs. MOODY & SEESAW
Under the watchful eye of Ser Vant, Vayikra have become much darker servants of the lord but face to face with pure evil itself, can the followers of Yahweh see the light or will they succumb to true darkness?
The bell sounds as Moody begins with Renault, neither man strangers to the other as Renault rushes forward, trying for a single legged dropkick but Moody manages to sidestep the flying Darth Jesus before gripping him by the back of the head
BEARDED LADY’S KISS TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!!
Renault staggers forward dazed before Moody grips him by the back of the mask again, Biel Tossing him into his corner.
Phineas pulls the dazed Renault up to his feet, delivering a series of hard elbows to the side of the head before tagging in the jubilant Seesaw. With a giant grin on his face, Seesaw pulls Renault out of the corner, slamming him down to the mat, before placing his boot in the middle of Renault’s back,
STRETCHY ARMSTRONG BUT WAIT…
Moody rushes to the ropes,
BIG FUCKING BOOT! JAWBREAKING DELIGHT!
Seesaw doesn’t cover, pulling up the groggy Renault before pulling him into a headlock, rushing forward to the ropes and leaping off
CATASTROPHIC COLLIDER CACOPHANY! BULLDOG DAMN THROUGH THE MAT!
The Toybox King still refuses to pin, from the grin nearly ripping apart his face, he’s having way too much fun. He drops down, mounting Renault before pounding away with a vicious Jack Attack
THUMB TO THE EYE!
Renault playing dirty here as he tries to get away from the vicious assault by Nightmare Academy here as he struggles to get to his feet, ducking under a wild right before delivering a stiff headbutt that stuns Seesaw.
Renault showing off his Piety here with the arm crucifix, his whole body hanging off the Toybox King as he’s trying to pull Seesaw’s damn arm off. The smile is still etched upon his face, cackling in the face of pain as Mr Make Believe slowly pulls himself to his feet with all of the 220 pounds of Renault dangling off him.
But that sickening hysterical strength is flowing through the man formerly known as Andrew Fish as he pulls Renault up high
CHOO CHOO MOTHER FUCKER!
POWERBOMB TO THE GODDAMN FLOOR!
Renault’s back may have been damn broken there but Seesaw doesn’t let up, peeling the struggling Darth Jesus up off the floor
BEFORE LAWN DARTING HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLE POSTS!
Sir Bellator has seen enough, rushing out of the ring to try and save his partner
DAZZLING, EXCITING, EXTRAORDINARY MR MOODY!
Vayikra are both down as Nightmare Academy peel Renault up, tossing him back into the ring as Seesaw drops down, waiting with wide grin for his prey to slowly rise to his feet.
SUPERFINE! The Bullrush Gore hits hard, lifting Renault up off his feet but he doesn’t hit the usual spine on the pine, instead gripping him around the waist before throwing him overhead with a Belly to Belly
RIGHT INTO A BIG TOP DROP! SPIKE GODDAMN PILEDRIVER!
That has to be it as Seesaw drops down for the cover
RENAULT GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
The smile finally fades from Seesaw’s face as he begins to look pissed that his new toy isn’t playing by the rules but it quickly crosses back onto his face when he notices Moody waving something in the air.
The Bag of Thumbtacks.
Moody drops the tacks onto the mat as Seesaw lifts Renault up onto his shoulders, spinning that mother around and around like the big wheel as he looks to deliver some dejavu here
THE BIG WH…
DDT ONTO THE FUCKING TACKS!
Seesaw screams out in pain, the thumbtacks stuck in his goddamn face as Renault hobbles over to his corner, trying to finally tag in Bellator but Moody grabs him
Renault drills Moody before leaping forward as he finally tags in Bellator who rushes in like a house on fire.
Nailing Moody with a leaping clothesline, before a spinning leg lariat drives the tacks further into Seesaw’s flesh. A hard kick to the gut doubles Seesaw over before a sunset flip variation drives him to the mat.
Bellator rolls through, not covering as he heads up to the top rope instead, sizing up the Toybox King for a moment
TERRA TREMUIT! DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!
Moody tries to attack the rising Bellator but gets a Superkick to the back of the head for his troubles, before both members of Vayikra lift the Nightmare Academy up high.
YAWEH’S CRUSADE! MEET IN THE MIDDLE CRUCIFIX POWERBOMBS!
Sir Bellator drops down for the cover on the broken Seesaw as Renault rolls Moody out of the ring
Vayikra pick up the big victory, turning the violent nature of the Nightmare Academy into a valuable weapon here tonight
ZERO & TAG
Entering the Slaughterhouse, we find Jet Set Radio’s own Tag. Riding his skateboard through the door, he careens down a hallway with a grin on his face.
Carefree, as always.
He kicks the board up to his hand, and heads for his love shack. But as he enters, something catches his eye.
The VHS cassette Zero took is sat on a small table.
Tag scoffs as he walks over to it, realizing as he lifts it that it’s way too light. Opening the tab on the top, Tag seems very confused.
The tape has been removed.
Luckily for Tag, though, the tape is currently being returned to him.
Unluckily for Tag, it’s now wrapped around his throat.
Courtesy of a pissed off Zero.
“You know how long I been looking for your bitch ass?” Zero asks as he forces Tag to the ground. The tape is wrapped all around Tag’s throat, and he can’t get it off as the hacker wrenches in the choke.
“I guess you thought this was a game of tag when you took your shot last week.” He says as Tag tries to choke out some words.
“Shut the fuck up, cracka.” Zero exclaims, lowering his knee into Tag’s back. “This ain’t a conversation. It’s a declaration. Fuck outta here with this game shit. We’re going to war in the middle of that ring.”
Zero lets go over the video tape, letting in drop onto Tag’s head.
“See you out there, kid. Bring your bitch with you if you want to see how a real man handles her.”
The Bad Mother Fucker walks away, leaving a sputtering Tag to untangle the VHS videotape from his face and hair.
ALBIE SHAW vs. WIZ
Jet Set Radio infiltrated OSW to take out bMf and thought they had created a numbers advantage by getting Pyre locked up. But the convict they never expected – Albie Shaw – joined the bMf ranks and this wild card is out to land a knockout against The Sultan of Funk.
Shaw moves in on Wiz and unloads a barrage of blows, the latest member of bMf taking it to the Purple Pelican of Jet Set Radio. Shaw has Wiz backed onto the ropes and continues to throw his hands. Wiz is doing well to block off the assault, dropping to the mat and pulling down the top rope, letting it go to rebound into Shaw. The Guv’nor stumbles back, Wiz springboards off the middle rope…
Shaw rolls away!
Wiz stands on his feet…
CLOTHESLINE FROM HACKNEY!!!
The Guv’nor folds Wiz inside out and then begins to lay into The Purple Pelican with hard stomps. Shaw drags Wiz to his feet, another swing of the arm but Wiz ducks…
Shaw drops to his knees, Wiz with a running knee to the back of the head. Cover…
Wiz drags Shaw to a vertical base, wraps him a reverse headlock…
Shaw counters the DDT with a back body drop. Wiz lands on his feet again.
ELBOW TO THE HEAD!!!
Great speed from The Guv’nor…
ANOTHER ELBOW….AND ANOTHER….
The elbow strike combination continues until 10 of those bombs land…
The last knocks Wiz off his feet. A cover…
NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!!
Shaw snarls at the outcome, heads to the corner and tears away the turnbuckle cover. Wiz is getting back to his feet, Shaw grabs him by the hair and tries to run him into the exposed steel but The Sultan of Funk leaps onto the top rope and backflips behind Albie. The Jet Setter charges but Shaw has it telegraphed, lifting Wiz up and…
DROPPING HIM FACE FIRST ONTO THE EXPOSED STEEL RING!!!
Wiz slumps into a seated position, Shaw grabs him by the legs and drags him out of the corner. Instinctively, Wiz lashes out with his other foot and connects with Shaw’s knee. The Guv’nor cries out and lets go. Wiz – bloodied – flips forward onto his feet and lining up Shaw, swings a kick…
But the ex-con ducks under the leg, rises and charges at The Purple Pelican. Wiz leapfrogs over Shaw, then backflips and hits a Pele kick. Shaw stumbles back against the ropes. Wiz bursts…
ONTO THE TOP ROPE!!!!
Shaw drops to the canvas, Wiz lands on the ring apron. He slings shots over the top rope, spinning in the air…
But the backflip splash doesn’t land clean!!! Wiz has hurt himself in the action. It gives Shaw vital recovery time. Both men peel themselves off the mat at the same time.
Wiz and Albie Shaw are down, sucking in oxygen at a rate of knots!
Who gets to their feet may have a pivotal advantage in the finale of this battle.
Wiz is crawling his way to the ropes, inch by inch…
Albie – ever the alpha male – is trying to get to his feet independently to display his own power.
They are both on their knees…but Albie wins the race and charges Wiz…
SPRINGBOARD TAPDANCE FUNK!!!!
THE SULTAN OF FUNK WAS PLAYING POSSUM AND NAILED THAT KICK TO SHAW’S TEMPLE!!!
Wiz climbs to the top rope…
Wiz hooks the legs…
IS IT OVER?
ALBIE KICKS OUT!!!
The Purple Pelican cannot believe it. He hauls up Albie…
WIZ SPIKES THAT bMfER!!!
HAS TO BE IT!!
The Guv’nor will not give up!
Wiz again decides to go to the top rope. This time he has his back to the ring.
A BIG HANGTIME BACKFLIP SPLASH!!!!
OUTTA ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY NOWHERE!!!!
Shaw nailed it in mid-air.
The Guv’nor dives on top of Wiz…
HE CAN’T COME BACK FROM THIS!
WIZ KICKS OUT!!!!
They are giving each everything and leaving nothing out there in the ring.
Albie Shaw barks at the official. He’s sure that was a three count. The Guv’nor slides out of the ring and arms himself with a steel chair. He throws it into the ring over the top rope. As he gets back in the Englishman is confronted by the official, but right now Shaw is in no more for reason. He’s got ultra-violence on the mind.
The ref continues to remonstrate and that’s just the opportunity Wiz needs.
SPRAY CAN SHOT TO THE HEAD!!!
AND A REF BUMP!!!
Wiz picks up the steel chair….
SHAW WITH A CLAYMORE KICK THROUGH THE STEEL CHAIR!!!
Wiz is spread-eagled on the mat. Shaw boots the ref and drops down over his opponent…
Albie Shaw picks up a big win for bMf!!!
VIPER ROBERTS & THE SANDMAN
The Snake Pit.
Viper Roberts sits in his office, a now lit room in which the carved table sits in the middle. He has his feet on the desk and his arms comfortably behind his head. You’d not think for a second that he has a match tonight.
Suddenly, his flip-phone rings.
He picks it up, flipping it casually before putting it to his ear.
“Tonight, is the big night,” he says happily. “Are you ready to serve me?”
The response makes him smile.
“They know about you, do they?” He says, his smile slowly fading. “That’s disappointing. How much exactly do they know?”
The talking on the other end is barely audible. We’re not quite sure what’s being said.
“As long as they don’t know you who are. It’d be disappointing to have to end our relationship this early. There’s a lot of ground to cover for the both of us.”
Just then, in a blazing flash of light, The Sandman glitches into view in front of him. Roberts immediately pulls his feet down off the desk.
“Something big has just dropped in my lap, I’ll need to call you back,” he says, abruptly hanging up the phone.
“Viper Roberts,” The Sandman muses. “I have seen your dreams.”
“You’ve been watching me?” He asks in return. “I bet that’s been some interesting television. What was on the box?”
“Hm, wouldn’t you like to know?” The Sandman replies with a snort. “But it was indeed interesting. I didn’t know how intrinsically linked to Old School Wrestling you truly were.”
“I’ll be seeing you, Viper,” The Dream Demon says with a knowing nod, before glitching and vanishing once again.
TAG vs. ZERO
Jet Set Radio just want to troll the world but they may have picked off more they can chew with Bad Mother Fuckers. Will Mr Money Shot dominate Zero or is he one black mamba too big even for Tag to handle?
The bell sounds as Zero just stares down Tag who’s got the biggest shit eating grin on his face. Mr Money Shot slowly walks forward, motioning to Zero for a lockup that the Hacker curiously eases into
KICK TO THE DICK!
Tag goes low almost immediately, dropping Zero to his knees before he grabs him around the head and simulates…grinding his dick in and around Mister Mother Fucker’s mouth.
Zero quickly pushes Tag off, fury in his eyes as Tag just lays on the top rope, soaking in the boos before blowing the incensed Zero a kiss.
The Hacker rushes forward, looking for a tackle that meets knee to face before Tag grabs him by the head and throws him to the floor…or so he thinks.
Tag is posturing and mocking the crowd as Zero landed on the apron, pulling himself up as he begs for Tag to turn around before flipping over the ropes
ENCRYPTION KEY! SLINGSHOT BIONIC CLOTHESLINE!
Tag gets spun in the air damn near 180 degrees before crashing down on the top of his head, Zero bending down before blowing him a kiss with a trademark middle finger.
Zero delivers a stiff slap to the slowly rising Tag before throwing him into the ropes, looking for a regular Firewall but Tag ducks underneath the second Lariat attempt before bouncing off the ropes himself
NO COMPLY! FAMEASSER!
Zero gets driven into the mat as Tag drops down, but not for the cover. He wraps his legs around Zero’s head, delivering a few hard elbows to the base of the skull before flipping forward and beginning to deliver push ups on the mat
WHILE DRIVING ZERO’S SKULL INTO IT IN THE PROCESS!!!
Tag lets up, waiting for Zero to get to his feet as he rushes to the ropes, bouncing off
SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Zero is stunned as Tag rolls him over for the first cover of the contest
TW…ZERO GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Tag rushes to the ropes again, looking for another Springboard Legdrop but Zero manages to move out of the way as Tag slams down onto the canvas assfirst.
He staggers up to his feet, holding his taint in pain as Zero leaps up on his Bionic Arm
HEADRUSH SENDS TAG FLYING!
Sexy Dynamite slowly gets up to one knee groggy, so groggy he doesn’t see Zero running at full speed
WITH THE BIONBUSTER! SEATED BLOCKBUSTER!
Zero doesn’t cover, instead lifting Tag up before gripping him around the throat with the Goozle as he looks for a little Absolute Zero
CHOKE…NO! Tag manages to leap over Zero, nailing him with a cheeky kick to the back of the head before bouncing off the middle rope
FIVE STAR FACIAL!
Tag nails that mother fucker in the face but he doesn’t cover, instead leaping up to the top rope with a single bound, flexing like the douchecanoe he is before leaping off
WITH A BEAUTIFUL STAR FADE SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!
That very well could be it here as Tag hooks both legs for the cover
ZERO JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Tag scowls a little but shakes it off as he backs up, looking to give Zero white face with another facial
ZERO CATCHES THE LEG!
Tag visibly gulps in fear as Zero just grins before uppercutting the bastard in the family jewels
Tag screams in pain but he doesn’t even drop to the mat before he’s lifted up high
ABSOLUTE GODDAMN ZERO!
CHOKESLAM TO HELL!
Zero looks like he’s had enough of this young punk as he pulls the hurting Tag to his feet, looking to show him the true power of Punk City but Tag manages to push his way out of the stunner before jerking off in Mister Mother Fucker’s direction
BEFORE DELIVERING A PAINT MONEY SHOT OUT OF NOWHERE!
Zero’s damn well blind here as he’s swinging wild in the air, before walking right into
ANOTHER FIVE STAR FACIAL!
The Hacker’s dead on his feet but Tag isn’t done as he grabs his beloved Cassandra from the corner before rushing forward
Zero looks out cold as he’s lifted up high into the air,
PUNK CITY KILLER!!!
ZERO HIT THAT OUT OF NOWHERE!
He barely has enough strength to follow up however as he somehow manages to collapse on the fallen Tag for the cover
Mister Mother Fucker did it here tonight, Tag gave him one hell of a fight but the Punk City Killer kills bitches dead any day of the week
Fresh off the war with Vayikra, SeeSaw is sat in a dimly lit room backstage across from Phineas Moody.
Nightmare Academy, they call themselves.
“Vayikra are worthy opponents.” Moody says, rubbing his fists together. “But there is much to be done, my boy. Much, indeed.”
Right as Carnevil opens his mouth to continue, SeeSaw holds his hand up. Moody looks annoyed at the interruption, but SeeSaw doesn’t give a damn.
“You keep saying stuff like that.” SeeSaw says, standing to his feet. “There’s much to do. You speak of plans. Of your intentions. You even gave us that name. What does that even mean?”
Not letting Moody answer, SeeSaw leans in close to him.
“I don’t know what you are, but I need you to know that I am not some freak to be put on display.” He continues. “I’m not a child, even though you treat me like one. Do not cross me, Moody.”
The Ringmaster laughs at the threat.
“No, you’re not a child, are you?” He finally says. “People call you a freak, though. They call you monster, beast, and any other such words.”
SeeSaw nods, eyebrow raised.
“But I see through that. You’re not as foolish as they think you are. I watched what you did to the Williams clan. Beneath your exterior, there’s a smart human. One who knows how to twist people’s perceptions to their advantage.”
Moody pauses, looking SeeSaw up and down, finally standing to meet Mr. Make Believe’s gaze.
“But even then, you’re still human.” Carnevil whispers. “I can teach you to be more, to be the nightmare you wish to be. Then, and only then, will we both achieve what we desire.”
Unconvinced, SeeSaw scoffs.
“And what is it that we both desire?”
Once again, Moody laughs.
“Not so fast. This is just the opening act, my boy. Get you some peanuts, because the show is just beginning!”
With those parting words, Phineas Moody vanishes, leaving a cranky SeeSaw alone.
ETHER vs. PYRE
Ether has spent her time ensuring that Pyre’s stay in Hell’s Mouth is as unbearable as humanly possible. Yet, she has no idea that Pyre is free… Free and looking for blood.
Ether stands confidently in the centre of the ring, alone. Ready to claim the victory for herself without so much as a fist thrown. She motions towards the referee, barking orders at the official before the Slaughterhouse is plunged into darkness.
’Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I shall die before I ‘wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take’
And here comes Pyre. Her eyes burning a hole into Ether as she races towards the ring. Ether, by contrast, looks stunned in disbelief. Yet when Pyre slides into the ring, she snaps out of her bewilderment and the pair lock horns.
BRUTAL RIGHT FIST STUNS ETHER! PYRE HAS COME IN STRONG!
SHE’S LAYING INTO ETHER WITH ALL THAT SHE HAS, BLOW AFTER BLOW AFTER BLOW!
AND ETHER COLLAPSES BACKWARDS INTO THE ROPES!
Pyre backs away across the ring, before charging back at Ether.
CLOTHESLINE TAKES OUT ETHER!
BOTH TUMBLE OUT OF THE RING TO THE CONCRETE BELOW!
Weeks of being locked up. Weeks of frustration and it’s all coming out tonight. Pyre mounts her groggy foe and batters Ether across the head with clubbing forearms. It is all that Ether can do to defend herself.
Frustrated that her shots don’t seem to be getting past the defences, Pyre grabs Ether by the wrist and pulls her to her feet…
BUT ETHER COUNTERS!
A LIGHTNING FAST HIGH KICK ROCKS PYRE!
FOLLOWED UP WITH AN ETHER STRIKE!
PYRE GRABS ETHER BY THE SKATE AND WHEELS HER BACKWARDS!
SHE PUSHES ETHER BACKWARDS OVER THE STEEL STEPS AND THE HUNGRY GIRL TUMBLES TO THE GROUND!
Ether is on her feet again in an instant, skating off around the ring to create a little separation while Pyre takes a shortcut through the ring. As Ether climbs onto the ring apron, Pyre is waiting and aims a swinging ELBOW STRIKE TO ETHER’S SKULL…
BUT ETHER DUCKS AND DRIVES HER SHOULDER INTO THE ABDOMEN OF PYRE!
SHE LEAPS INTO THE RING OVER PYRE!
SUNSET FLIP! ETHER HOLDS ON FOR THE PINFALL!
THAT’S NOT GONNA HAPPEN!
Both competitors lock horns once more in the centre of the ring. It is still Pyre who goes on the offensive, pulling Ether by the hair and wrenching her into a submissive position. Ether is doubled over at the Fire Queen’s mercy.
DDT DRILLS ETHER INTO THE MAT!
THAT HAD SOME STING ON IT!
Pyre pulls Ether to her feet once more, taking advantage of her groggy state to unload a KNEE STRIKE THAT SENDS ETHER CRUMPLING INTO THE TURNBUCKLE.
PYRE THEN BEGINS UNLOADING ON HER WITH VICIOUS STRIKES!
ALL OF HER ANGER, ALL HER FRUSTRATION… SHE’S VENTING IT AND EVERY STRIKE AIMS TO MAIM.
ETHER IS BEING PUMMELLED TO A PULP, BUT SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY SHE FIGHTS BACK!
ETHER SKATES FORWARD AND GRABS PYRE BY THE HEAD… SKATING BULLDOG!
PYRE IS DOWN!
Ether is weary, battered but still fighting. She skates to the ring ropes to rebound. Ether tucks and rolls across the ring… ROLLING THUNDER DROPS ON PYRE’S BACK!
PYRE WRITHES IN PAIN AS ETHER ROLLS OUT TO HER SKATES ONCE MORE.
The Hungry Girl skates over to the turnbuckle, leaping atop in a single bound. She lines Pyre up and leaps into the air.
RIDE THE SKY! NO!
PYRE GETS A FOOT IN THE AIR AND CATCHES ETHER IN THE THROAT!
THAT COULD HAVE SEALED IT FOR ETHER BUT NOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED!
Ether staggers backwards from the shot and Pyre is on her in an instant.
DRAGON SLEEPER! PYRE HAS THE AWAKENING LOCKED IN!
ETHER IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING WITH NOWHERE TO GO!
Ether begins to fade from the impact of the Awakening, but is determined to keep battling. Pushing with her skates, she manages to get close enough to the ropes to grab hold with a single hand. The referee breaks the hold and both foes square off once more.
Pyre again looks the aggressor as they battle, but this time Pyre is ready for her. She parries an incoming strike from the Fire Queen and HEADBUTTS PYRE RIGHT IN BETWEEN THE EYES!
PYRE IS STUNNED AND HERE COMES ETHER AGAIN!
MACH FIVE! THE METEORA!
ETHER DROPS PYRE LIKE A SACK OF TRASH AND COVERS FOR THE PINFALL!
THE REFEREE IS IN POSITION, NO SIGN OF LIFE FROM PYRE!
THIS COULD BE IT FOR PYRE!
THR- WAIT! PYRE HAS A FOOT ON THE ROPE!
The referee breaks the hold again and Ether backs off. But here comes Pyre…DROP FUCKING TOE HOLD!
AND PYRE MOUNTS ETHER!
SHE PUMMELS HER WITH ELBOW AFTER ELBOW AFTER ELBOW!
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
BRUTALISING ETHER UNTIL SHE IS A LIFELESS PULP!
ETHER IS OUT?!
IT IS PYRE WHO COVERS FOR THE PIN NOW!
NO LIFE FROM ETHER.
AFTER EVERYTHING PYRE HAS BEEN PUT THROUGH, HAS SHE FINALLY GOT HER MOJO BACK?
ETHER IS OUT AND PYRE GETS THE PINFALL!
Pyre came to ReVolt a broken prisoner. Her bail paid by an unknown source, she leaves a broken Ether in her wake. Nothing was going to stop her knocking the Hungry Girl the Fuck out tonight.
A young man walks through the encampment of a traveling circus. They are tearing down the show and preparing to move on to the next town.
The man we’re following is very jovial, with a bright outfit and an even brighter smile.
“Hey Phin!” A pair of conjoined twins shoveling elephant manure call out. “Great work today!”
He waves back with an appreciative nod, but stops in his tracks at a loud sound.
“Phin!” A voice screeches.
The bearded lady is running at him, tears running down her face. Phin looks at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Marge, what’s wrong?” He asks, matching the panic in her voice.
“Come with me!” She takes him by the hand, and they run off into a small tent in the middle of their encampment.
In there, they find an older man in a ringmaster outfit, knelt over a small woman. Her clothes have been ripped to shreds, and a gaping hole is left in her lower abdomen.
“Emma.” Phin says, his own eyes welling up as he turns to the older man. “What happened?”
The Ringmaster, turns to the younger man with a sad expression.
“These animals call themselves civilized people.” He growls. “They lure in my performers, rape them, and then send them off on their way. Emma, she told me not to say anything, we’ll just go to the next town.”
The ringmaster throws his top hat across the tent.
“Well we made it to the next town alright. Some son of a bitch grabbed her when she was out for a walk. Said freaks like her shouldn’t multiply. He…”
Gesturing to the open wound on the corpse, he can’t continue.
“I can’t do this anymore.” He says, walking for the entrance. “I’m sending everyone home.”
Phin steps in front of him.
“You can’t do that, sir.” He says, meekly at first, but growing stronger with each word. “For most of them, for me, this is home. Without the circus, they have nothing.”
The ringmaster jabs his cane into Phin’s chest.
“Then you run it, kid. I can’t see any more of my people die.”
With that, the ringmaster takes his leave. Phin is left staring down at the cane while Marge, the bearded lady, looks at him with questioning eyes.
“I won’t let this happen to any of the rest of you.” He says, false confidence in his voice.
Barely able to take her eyes off the corpse in the room, Marge just nods out a thank you as the young man puts on the top hat.
“Phineas Moody. Ringmaster of my own circus.”
Under Phineas Moody, the show has begun…
…but how will it go on?
SIMON vs. LUKE STORM ©
Simon eyes the aforementioned title hungrily, as the referee holds it aloft, before handing it off and calling for the bell.
DING, DING, DING!
Normally light on his feet, Storm lurches forwards. Simon says, “Too slow!”, side-stepping him with ease.
Luke throws a sluggish elbow at him, but The Taskmaster comfortably ducks it—
SIMON SLAPS STORM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
BITCH MOVE BY THE MAN WHO POISONED HIM!
Eliciting boos from The Slaughterhouse—who’ve come to resent Luke—the intellectual sneers at their disapproval.
He rushes in…
RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!
Simon hooks the leg.
Even at 50%, the VHS Champion has plenty more fight in him than that!
Playing the long con, though, Simon covers him again.
Boasting a weight advantage, the thinking man’s fighter is exhausting his afflicted foe.
Dragging Luke to his feet, Simon boomerangs him into the ropes. He leapfrogs him on the rebound, then hits the deck on the second pass. Simon is trying to blow him up!
Sure enough, Storm falls to one knee, sucking air. He coughs and splutters on the canvas, his gear several shades darker due to perspiration.
SIMON KICKS HIM IN THE RIBS, LIFTING HIM OFF THE MAT!
Landing on his back, Luke grits his teeth and groans. Simon mounts him and grabs his head, looking him dead in the eyes.
“That friend of yours… She’s really hot stuff, if you know what I mean.”
LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT – THAT SON OF A BITCH, SIMON, IS UNLOADING ON A HELPLESS STORM!
Getting payback for the beating he suffered at Luke’s hand—and foot—at #256, Simon heaves the Champion up.
“Yes, sir – she’s a real firecracker!” He says, cackling.
SNATCHING HIM IN A BULLDOG, HE CHARGES TOWARDS THE TURNBUCKLE…
NO – LUKE THROWS HIS ASS OFF WITH A PRIMAL ROAR!
SIMON GETS CROTCHED ON THE ROPES!
THE RAT-BASTARD COULD BREAK GLASS WITH HIS SCREAM!
He unhooks himself and stumbles round—
THE BIG F’N DEAL TEARS HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF WITH A WICKED CLOTHESLINE!
SIMON IS TURNED INSIDE-OUT!
Luke climbs the turnbuckle unsteadily, waiting for the challenger to recover…
MUCH LIKE THE VIDEO RENTAL FRANCHISE, IT’S A BUST, AS STORM FALLS TO THE MAT!
Laughing triumphantly, Simon pulls Luke into the centre of the ring by his foot, sinking into a cover.
Cool-hand Luke refuses to give in!
The smirk on Simon’s face flickers for a nanosecond.
The toxin is coursing through Storm’s veins; he’s sweaty, exhausted, and disoriented; he fell from the top rope, unable to hit the Blockbuster… Yet he endures.
Backing into the corner, The Grandmaster stalks his target.
Luke rises slowly…
SIMON RUSHES HIM—
KNEE TREMBLER – CATALAN OPENING!
HOLLYWOOD SWEEPS THE LEG AND ROLLS HIM UP!
The official powerslides in.
LUKE TO RETAIN!?
Simon passes the surprise test.
Racing to his feet, he knows the toxin isn’t working quickly enough. He needs to put Luke down himself!
He advances on Storm—
Simon checks his jaw in disbelief.
LIGHTNING DID NOT, I REPEAT, DID NOT STRIKE!
HIS COORDINATION IS OUTTA WHACK!
Collapsing onto his hands and knees, Storm retches—
HE PUKES RIGHT THEN AND THERE!
HOT VOMIT POOLS ON THE CANVAS!
The Bad Mother Fucker is in a bad way, folks.
I don’t think lightning is on the weather forecast, and you can forget about a Storm Surge!
Having been reassured as to the toxin’s effects, Simon leans in close to Luke.
“Want me to hold your hair? Pam loves having hers pulled!”
Chuckling malevolently, he drags the Champion back and turns him over…
SIMON SPINS ROUND FOR THE FIGURE FOUR!
STORM BOOTS HIM OFF!
HE SCRAMBLES TO HIS FEET—
OH – OH, GOD!
LUKE IS BLEEDING FROM HIS MOUTH… AND EYES!
THE SYMPTOMS SIMON LISTED ARE ALL MANIFESTING!
Storm naturally looks panicked—
A RUTHLESS SIMON BOOTS HIM IN THE GUT…
FISHERMAN SUPLEX – THE SIMONPLEX!
He holds onto the leg.
THAT’S A WRAP, SURELY!?
There’s still a spark in Luke!
Simon slaps the mat, betraying his frustration. He gets to his feet and balls up his fist.
Storm slowly comes to—
THE SKIN IS PEELING OFF HIS BACK!
LUKE STORM LOOKS LIKE HE’S FUCKING MELTING!
Simon nods his head eagerly as the Champion turns round…
LUKE DUCKS THE GAMBIT!
CODEBREAKER – DOWNPOOOUUUR!
Simon snaps into the mat – but Storm doesn’t cover him!?
No, The Icon takes a seat at Simon’s head, then pulls him up—
THAT’S THE AWAKENING – PYRE’S SIGNATURE SUBMISSION HOLD!
HE’S PAYING TRIBUTE TO HIS FELLOW BAD MOTHER FUCKER!
“TAP OUT, YOU CUNT!” Luke screams, wrenching back with everything he’s got!
SIMON IS FADING…
VHS TITLE ON THE LINE!
PYRE’S HONOUR ON THE LINE!
THE REFEREE IS UP IN SIMON’S GRILL, ASKING HIM ”DO YOU QUIT!?”!
HE ROARS BACK ”NOOO!”—
BUT HE’S FADING!
STORM PULLS BACK, HIS BLISTERING SKIN PEELING AND CRACKING…
SIMON – SIMON IS UNCONSCIOUS!
LUKE HAS MADE HIM BLACK OUT!
The official calls for the bell, as a drained Storm shoves Simon off and collapses backwards.
SIMON & LUKE STORM
The match is over, a winner has been decided.
And Luke Storm looks like he could very well be clinging to life. Laying on the mat, his breathing shallow. The A-Lister looks almost like a corpse already.
Meanwhile, across the ring, Simon stands tall. A smug look on his face as he walks over to Storm, looking down on him quite literally and figuratively.
“Not looking so hot there, Lucas. I’d call this checkmate…” Simon pauses, waiting for Storm to respond. However, after a grueling match compiled on top of his deteriorated state, he can barely breathe let alone form words.
“But, sadly, I feel Pyre wouldn’t look upon this too kindly, and we can’t have that, now can we? Don’t fret, however. Like all good grandmasters I relish it when a game goes on. As I said last week, I’ll give you the antidote.”
He chuckles, pulling a vial from his coat and holding it over Luke’s head, dropping it to the canvas right in front of him! The crowd gasps, watching as the vial bounces off of the ground before landing just outside of Storm’s grasp.
“Oops. How clumsy.”
Luke slowly crawls forwards, his hand grasping the vial just before Simon steps on it! He leans down, getting right into Storm’s face, grinding his heel on the A-Lister’s hand.
“Remember, Storm. The game goes on only because I’ve allowed it. Always remember that.”
And with that, Simon pushes off of Storm, exiting the ring as Luke opens the vial, downing the contents and rolling onto his back, the medic team rushing down to get him out of the ring as we fade to black.
CAEL GABLE, SIGIL, VIPER ROBERTS & THE SANDMAN © vs. ISRAEL GRIMWOLF ©, VOYNICH, DEATHNOTE & CORVUS
We have a mammoth eight man tag team match here tonight as enemies collide and egos clash. Can the lust for gold be quashed for the team of the Dream Demon or will the need for power overwhelm those who fight beside him.
The bell rings as the two teams stare eachother down but there’s something missing.
Grimwolf, Voynich, Deathnote and Corvus on one side
Gable, Sigil and Roberts on the other.
The world champion is missing in action and whether he wants to make his usual late entrance or something else has happened, he’s put his team at a massive disadvantage to start here.
Something that the Best Kept Secret is the first to capitalize on
HAMMERSTONE SUPERMAN PUNCH TO CAEL GABLE
Voynich turns around into a knee to the gut
ODE TO THE SNAKE! DDT!
Roberts can’t follow up as he’s spun around by Israel Grimwolf
KEEHAULED ROARING ELBOW!
The Crow is the next to step up, leaping forward as he tries for the Black Hands Blade but Grimwolf throws him off right into the clutches of Deathnote
TURN THE PAGE! SISTER GODDAMN ABIGAIL!
There’s absolute carnage in the ring but the referee finally manages to get some semblance of order here as Deathnote stays in the ring with the slowly rising Cael Gable who stands up right into a vicious Lariat
Gable nearly gets decapitated from the sheer force but as Deathnote pulls him to his feet, Gable double leg trips him before floating over on the mat and locking in a cravate neck vice.
The Olympian cranks back on the hold before deadlift Deathnote up on his feet
Cael floats over for the cover after that impressive show of power
T…DEATHNOTE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Gable delivers a hard knee to the side of the head, locking back on the cravate before backing up into his corner and tagging in Sigil.
The Collector leaps off the ropes as Gable hoists Deathnote high in the air
HOARDING GOLD! LEG LARIAT BACK SUPLEX COMBINATION!
Deathnote crashes to the mat as Sigil circles him, waiing for the right opportunity to strike as he leaps once more while the Author slowly rises
MERCIF…MISSES! HEADBUTT CITY!
Even through the mask Sigil is rocked by that as he’s hoisted up onto his shoulders before Deathnote tries to steal his soul
FINITE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
The Collector managed to slip out the back of the GTS attempt, rattling Deathnote’s skull with that huge Roundhouse Kick before he tags out to Viper Roberts.
The Head Snake has a sick smile on his face, that thick snakeskin belt already in his hands as he begins to TAN THE HIDE on the struggling Deathnote before wrapping the damn belt around his throat, trying to snuff the life out of the Author of Death itself.
Deathnote manages to drive his head backwards, breaking the strangle hold but before he can get back to his feet, Roberts wraps the belt around his fist
AND DELIVERS A ROUNDHOUSE RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL!
Deathnote is stunned as Roberts runs to the ropes, but gets stopped mid-run by a blind tag from Cael Gable. The Viper looks pissed as Gable just winks at him before sprinting forward
GOLD RUSH…MISSES! Gable runs right into the turnbuckles, posting himself, allowing Deathnote just the right amount of breathing room to leap forward and tag out
To Israel Grimwolf
Gable staggers out of the corner, holding his gut in pain before he looks up at the smiling Israel. Cael visibly gulps before trying to run for the tag but he’s grabbed his hair by Grimwolf
AND SPUN AROUND INTO AN ALMIGHTY LARIATO!
Gable spins in frigging mid-air from the sheer force as Israel quickly pounces on him, delivering stomp after stomp after stomp
Israel backs up an inch before leaping high
CURB STOMP! PIECES OF EIGHT!
That very well could be it there but Israel wants his former friend to suffer. Lifting the dazed Gable up to his feet, he folds one arm back before rearing back for the finishing blow
Sigil just saves Cael here but he can’t follow up before an almighty Ishtar’s Gate nearly takes him out of his damn boots.
Voynich turns around
The Best Kept Secret is blinded here as he falls to one knee that gives a launching pad for the Crow who nearly takes Viper’s head off
With a flying BLACK HAND’S BLADE!
Corvus backs up, pulling Voynich to his feet as the other competitors slowly get to theirs. The same three on four staredown happens once more
AS THE LIGHTS GO OUT!
The dulcet tones of Enter Sandman play for a few moment before the lights turn on and the Sandman’s in the middle of the ring.
The Dream Demon stares down at his opponents and his partners as he smiles
BEFORE GETTING A FINITE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
WHAT THE FUCK?!
Sigil’s eyes are bright red, as are Cael and Viper’s. The blood mist of rage flowing through them as The Sandman’s tag partners swarm him, beating him down with hard lefts and rights
ODE TO SNAKE DDT!
The Sandman’s skull bounces off the mat before he’s picked up by Gable and lifted high into the air
The Sandman’s dazed and groggy as Sigil backs up, the opposing team standing out of his way before he rushes forward
AND PLANESWALKERS THE DREAM DEMON OUT OF THE RING!
The Sandman crashes to the floor as Sigil, Roberts and Cael shake their heads, the red mist starting to fade as Corvus claspes a hand on Sigil’s shoulder, a wild grin on his face
As he has that damned bag of sand in his other hand
CORVUS USED THE RED SAND AGAINST SANDMAN!
BLACK HAND’S BLADE!
Corvus nails Sigil with that RKO out of nowhere, driving him into the canvas before delivering a massive Corvus Kick to the chest of Cael, sending him flying.
The Crow takes a huge Lariat from Viper but the Head Snake backs his way into Voynich who spins him around, delivering a knee to the gut
Voynich pulls the dazed legal man Cael up to his feet as he tosses him to Grimwolf for an almighty KEEHAULED Roaring Elbow.
Gable is out on his feet but not down as Voynich grips him by the head, running up the turnbuckles and showing the Olympian
THE EIGHTH WONDER! SLICED BREAD!
That well could be it as Voynich drops down for the cover
The Sandman breaks it up with an almighty hand around his throat before he lifts Voynich high up into the air
TO SAND OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR BELOW!
The Dream Demon is here and he’s fucking pissed!
Corvus rolls into the ring and tries for a Corvus Kick that barely staggers Sandman before he flips Corvus into
A DEEP SLEEP! END OF DAYS!
Sigil slowly gets to his feet as he tries to help but gets a Big Boot receipt of his own. Roberts gets one too as he stands up which allows Grimwolf to spin Sandman around
That staggers the rampaging Dream Demon for a moment but as Grimwolf tries for another, Sandman slaps it away before gripping Grimwolf around the throat with both hands
The Sandman’s taken out everyone in this match
But his biggest target, the Author of Death himself
Sandman turns around to see Deathnote standing right behind him
Deathnote slips out, delivering a hard kick to the face before hoisting The Sandman up onto his shoulders
AS HE GATHERS THE DREAM DEMON’S SOUL!
The Sandman’s out cold but Deathnote can’t capitalize before he’s stopped by that vile snake skin belt wrapped around his neck once more. The Head Snake tries to pull him into that DDT but Deathnote manages to slip out, delivering a leaping knee to the jaw
TURN THE PAGE!
THE LIGHTS GO OUT!
They quickly come back on…
AND DEATHNOTE’S OUT COLD!
Roberts flops over onto him as the referee counts
NOT LIKE THIS
Sigil, Gable, Roberts and Sandman pick up the victory here tonight somehow. Deathnote had the match won but whatever happened in that flash of darkness handed the Head Snake the win.
VIPER ROBERTS & THE SANDMAN
What an actual clusterfuck.
Viper Roberts now sits in the corner of the ring, chuckling to himself profusely.
What the fuck just happened?
Who did that? Who helped Roberts and his team to the victory?
The Head Snake gets back to his feet, surveying the carnage of the match left strewn around the ring.
The Sandman joins him there.
“You’re welcome!” Viper says sarcastically, giving him a giant thumbs up, just to piss him off.
The Dream Demon approaches, getting right into his face. This could explode at any moment.
“I know who you truly are,” The Sandman reminds him. “I know how you began, Viper Roberts. You dare to taunt me, knowing what I know?”
Before Roberts can act, there’s a violent shaking of the ring.
Everyone in it, whether led down or stood up, shakes profusely.
LIGHTNING STRIKES THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
What the fuck?
There’s a plume of smoke everywhere. What the fuck is going on?
The Sandman has barely sidestepped the explosion, standing alongside Viper Roberts in absolute shock.
Because laying there, in the middle of the ring…
is… a man.
He lays there unconscious, in the foetal position and wearing weathered armour.
Beside him is a giant axe.
Slowly but surely, he awakens.
“Where am I?”