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RING KING V

“RED.”
Recorded Earlier.

Crash! Bang! Crash!

The sound of medical trays and utensils being tossed across the room is how we arrive back in Doctor Wells’ underground laboratory. Wells himself is sat cowering in the corner, watching as Sorrow searches for something in particular.

A scalpel.

As Soon as the Doctor sees it, he tries to run for the door but he’s in no way fast enough to outrun Darby, who snatches him by the throat and pulls him close, pressing the scalpel to his corroded artery.

“You’re going to answer my questions,” he says with a sinister and disturbing tone. His voice is a low rumbling growl, deeper than usual. “And if I don’t like the answers, I’m going to redecorate your lab in a beautiful shade of red.”

Wells immediately panics.

“Who ordered this?” Sorrow demands instantly.

“The Butcher,” comes a reply with no hesitation.

Sorrow grimaces – his face turning redder with rage.

“He paid for the whole thing. He used funds from Berkshire Ellison Green to afford the experimental treatment,” Wells continues in his panic. “But he isn’t who I’ve communicated with.”

The Gravedigger tightens his grip, pressing the scalpel in harder.

“I don’t know who that is,” he pleads, almost believably. “But they’re here. They’re watching.”

“Is that who you summoned on the intercom?” Darby asks.

Wells nods enthusiastically.

However, no-one has arrived.

“Why are they doing this to me?” He questions with a squint of the eyes. He looks desperate, almost feral. “Why?”

The Doctor gulps.

“There was once a group of experimental individuals, who developed magic and spells,” he offers, much to the disapproval of Sorrow. “Please, I’m telling you the truth. They were called the Red Skull Order and according to their texts we recovered, in 1923, Stephen Henstridge requested their help and joined their guild.”

Darby looks shocked, but everything he’s learned over this past month of torture is finally beginning to make sense.

“He did something none of them could at the time; he fused the magic to a stone and placed that inside an object that became magical.”

A look comes over the Gravediggers face. He lets go of Wells, stepping back in a daze. This is why his love died. This is why Stephen sacrificed everything, including his life.

“The person behind all of this wants that item,” Wells continues, despite being freed. “And we believe that deep down in your memories, you know where it is. That’s why we’ve put you through this. You don’t understand, do you?” He asks with a condescending tone. “That item could change the world.”

Sorrow looks up at him, tears welling in his eyes.

Cut.

JUNKRAT VS. SEESAW
RING KING SEMI FINALS

This is what it’s all about, folks! A match to determine who advances to the Ring King finals! It’s the explosive mayor of Gary, Junkrat, versus the clown prince of the dark web, SeeSaw!

DING! DING! It doesn’t take long for things to turn all the way up to ten as Junkrat charges across the ring and leaps into the air! Missile dropkick from the Mayor of Gary! SeeSaw finds himself falling back into the turnbuckles! Junkrat whips him across the ring! SeeSaw hits the opposite set of turnbuckles!

CANNONBALL FROM JUNKRAT!!!

NO!!! SEESAW DODGES AND JUNKRAT HITS THE TURNBUCKLES BACK FIRST IN FULL FORCE!!

Junkrat slumps in the corner, folded like a chair, legs hanging over his head! SeeSaw’s eyes almost literally light up seeing how prone his opponent has become. The clown charges!

RUNNING BASEBALL SLIDE INTO JUNKRAT’S CRANIUM FROM SEESAW!!!

He practically just caved Junkrat’s head in like a melon!!

SeeSaw drags him out of the corner by the arm and makes the cover!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE — NO!!!

Junkrat is one tough son of a bitch!! He kicks out just in the nick of time!!

SeeSaw drags Junkrat to his feet and whips him across the ring! Junkrat bounces off the ropes!!

BIG BOOT FROM SEESAW!!!

NO!!!

Sigil goes low with a diving shoulder into Seesaw’s planted knee, and Mr. Make Believe just cannot believe how much that one smarts!!! He howls in pain as his kneecap immediately causes him to fall to his back, grasping at it!

But Junkrat wastes no time! He rolls SeeSaw over onto his belly!!

THE STEEL TRAP!!! JUNKRAT’S STF SUBMISSION!!!

SeeSaw screams out in agony, reaching out towards the ring ropes, his long arms not quite long enough to save himself!!!

SeeSaw begins scraping and clawing towards the ropes, even as Junkrat has that devastating hold locked in tight! But it’s no use!!! He can’t get there!!! SeeSaw lifts his arm in the air to tap out!!! Will he?

HE DOES!!! HE DOES!!! SEESAW TAPS OUT!!!

NO!!! IT DOESN’T COUNT!!! SEESAW TAPPED OUT ON THE BOTTOM RING ROPE!!!

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” SeeSaw screams!

Junkrat has no choice!!! He breaks the hold!!!

Suddenly, SeeSaw KIPS UP!!!

Junkrat is stunned! SeeSaw’s body flushes with dopamine as it tends to do, and now it’s time for one hell of an ass kicking circus!!!

Junkrat punches SeeSaw across the jaw, but SeeSaw just laughs!!! Another punch, another laugh!!! Junkrat bounces off the ropes!!! Clothesline!!! But SeeSaw does not move!!! He just keeps laughing!!!

It’s time for all of SeeSaw’s viewers to take their vitamins, play with toys, and kill their parents!!! He’s hulking up, kids!!!

SUPER FINE TURBINE BLAST FROM SEESAW!!! THE GORE AND SPINE BUSTER COMBO LEAVES JUNKRAT SPLAYED OUT ON THE MAT!!!

SeeSaw sees the momentum teetering in his favor! He goes to his trusty old toy box and reveals a mallet of absurdly large proportion!!! It’s so god damn big, it takes most of his might to lift it!!!

HE BRINGS THE GOD DAMN THING DOWN RIGHT ON JUNKRAT’S HEAD!!!

NO!!! JUNKRAT ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!!

SEESAW TRIES AGAIN!!! BUT JUNKRAT MOVES!!!

EITHER ONE OF THOSE SHOTS MIGHT HAVE KILLED THE MAYOR OF GARY INDIANA!!!

But SeeSaw’s surge of dopamine begins to fade, and he realizes it. He gives up on the mallet and lifts Junkrat to his feet!!!

SIDEWALK SLAM FROM SEESAW!!!

NO!!!

JUNKRAT REVERSES IT!!! THE CONCUSSION MINE!!!

That tilt-a-whirl DDT carousels the clown right onto his dome!!! Junkrat doesn’t waste any time!!! He climbs to the top rope!!! Cameras flash in the audience!!! He LEAPS!!!

THE RIP-TIRE!!! BOWLING BALL STYLE 450 SPLASH!!!

BUT SEESAW CATCHES HIM WITH BOTH OF HIS FUCKING KNEES!!!

SEESAW USES THE LAST OF HIS ENERGY TO SEIZE THE OPPORTUNITY!!!

HE LOCKS JUNKRAT IN THE STRETCH ARMSTRONG!!! JUNKRAT HAS NOWHERE TO GO, AND NO WAY TO MOVE!!!

HE TAPS!!! JUNKRAT TAPS OUT!!! IT’S OVER!!!

SeeSaw releases the hold as he picks up a big time win over a fan favorite in Junkrat. And Mr. Make Believe advances to the Ring King finals!!!

“NEW DEAL”
SOMEWHERE ELSE

A familiar crowd of Luke Marshall’s old followers are sitting in the dark, the bright lights come on and like magic, they are screaming at the top of their lungs!

“Welcome back to The Show That Never gurghh!”

Luke is here and he’s choking Monty out!

“What have you done to them! Why are they here?!”

Monty squeaks out

“Ah.. I told you.”

“Told me what?”

Monty shoves him off.

“I told you the gates of heaven were closed and they needed a place to go. Everyone who dies needs a new home with the gods out of the way. Those new followers of yours? Let’s just say, Heaven isn’t t he only place with closed gates.”

“You’re lying to me!”

“No, I shoot it straight as anyone can. Tell me, when you shook your new follower’s hand, did you notice anything off?”

“They were cold…”

“Exactly, all the dead need places to go, those were my old studio audience and quite frankly, like all tourists that come to my show, they wanted to see something else. Your old congregation will eventually do the same…”

“So you trade the living for the dead?!”

“You can say that or you can say I traded dead bodies for dead minds.”

“Their minds weren’t dead, they were sparked by the word that is always living.”

“To-may-toe, to-mah-toe, now they’re sparked by a show that never ends.”

Luke Marshall is seething.

“I want them back, they belong where I promised them. If they can’t have heaven, I will give them the best thing I can on Earth.”

Monty smirks.

“I figured you would say something like that so new deal. You beat me, you can have them back the way they were, our old deal will be void.”

“What’s the catch?”

“If I win, your old congregation will immediately get bored and go to a place where boredom doesn’t exist but neither does joy.”

“I thought you said other gates were closed!”

“I didn’t say which ones and if it is, I have my ways.”

Monty pulls out keys and swirls them around his finger but Luke jumps towards them. Monty snaps and Luke turns to smoke. He falls hard on the ground in front of his church podium with a note in his hand. The note reads “EPHISIANS 4: 26 – 27”

“In your anger do not sin: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, and do not give the devil a foothold.”

The sun is setting.

“Too late.”

Marshall storms to the Slaughterhouse.

Cut.

“ASH AND DUST”
RECORDED EARLIER

Previously Recorded.

Banzan has made the long flight to Paro Taktsang, the Tiger’s Nest. Berkshire Ellison Greene bought this sacred land, and now the OSW World Champion is here to see exactly what BEG has done to the place where he grew up and began his journey to enlightenment.

The Indestructible Mountain is not shocked by what he sees, but he does seem unsettled.

The Tiger’s Nest still stands.

Despite the threatening machinery, it seems that Greene didn’t do as he said and bring the mountain down. The roaming monks give him the side eye as he walks to the famous prayer wheel. An ornate golden stand has been erected in front of it, with a screen that flashes to life as Banzan approaches.

“Surprised?” The voice of Berkshire Ellison Greene taunts as his form appears. “Did you think it’d all be gone?”

Banzan shows no emotion.

“Your reputation suggested I would only find ash and dust.” He finally replies.

BEG chuckles.

“You’re damn right, it does. You think I’m impulsive, and you’re right about that, too. I’d rather own a piece of your heritage and keep it under my foot than just crumble it down. That’d piss you off, turn your big ass into a wrecking ball.”

Greene nods to someone off screen.

“The Tiger’s Nest stays open, with a tribute paid to me of course. I only had one condition, and that was for your big bald ass to be banned from ever stepping foot there again. So you just traveled across the world, days before our big match, and it was all so you can turn straight around and come right back.”

Banzan’s lips tighten.

“Do you believe you’ve won, then?” He asks. “Is your quest for gold worth this much?”

The challenger grins.

“It’s not just any gold I’m after. I’m after your gold. That’s who I am. I obtain the unobtainable. I trick the untrickable. And you’re about to walk your happy self back into my Slaughterhouse to bring me my World Championship.”

Another nod offscreen.

“Who’s the fool now, Banzan?”

The screen cuts to static, and Banzan is left in silence as several sad-eyed monks come up beside him.

“I’m sorry.” One says. “It’s time for you to leave and never return.”

Banzan merely nods, turning to walk away. His hands ball into fists as emotion seems to slip out.

“Those who learn nothing must be cast into nothingness.”

The angry Banzan turns to head back to Hell’s Kitchen.

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LUKE STORM VS. SIGIL
RING KING SEMI FINALS

Two competitors with very different plans collide to get one step closer to becoming Ring King!

DING! DING! The sound of the bell is immediately followed by thuds as Storm and Sigil trade lefts and rights, the promise of one step toward the crown motivating them. Sigil eventually gets the upperhand, sending Storm to the nearest corner. Storm is taking a bit of a beating, but manages to slip out of the Realm Walker’s reach. Sigil turns around to face Storm, who greets him with a nasty uppercut!

Sigil falls back into the corner as Storm gets an opportunity to lay into the Collector with a collection of hard kicks…only for Sigil to block the last one, shoving Storm aside as he reaches into his satchel…WHICH IS KICKED AWAY BY STORM! Storm refuses to let one of Sigil’s pieces of loot play into the proceedings as he goes for a right hand…which is blocked by Sigil! Sigil charges at Storm–COSMIC LEAP!

Storm looks around, wondering the Realm Walker has gone to–BUT SIGIL POUNCES ON HIM FROM BEHIND WITH A CHOP TO THE HEAD! MERCIFUL! Storm is down as Sigil goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Storm still has some fight in him as he kicks out, and Sigil quickly goes back to his satchel to change his gameplan…pulling out a steel spike on a chain! The first weapon from Sigil’s collection is about to come into play as he turns to swing the spike at Storm–BUT STORM CATCHES HIM BY SURPRISE WITH A SUPERKICK! LIGHTNING STRIKE! The spike falls to the canvas, as does Sigil before Storm makes the cover!

ONE!

TW–NO!

It’s gonna take more than that to count the Realm Walker out of this tournament! Storm goes back on the attack with a flurry of offense, but Sigil turns things around with a heavy right hand that sends Storm to the corner once more. FOR THE COLLECTION! SIGIL TEARING INTO STORM WITH THOSE CLAW-LIKE STRIKES! Storm’s hurt bad from that, stepping away from the corner as Sigil charges at him from behind–COSMIC LEAP! NOW SIGIL’S COMING AT STORM WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK! FINITE! That’s gotta be it as Storm crumples down, allowing Sigil to go for the cover again!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

NO!

Storm’s kicked out, his shoulder up just before the count of three! Sigil turns his attention to the steel spike, realizing what he has to do to get one step closer to the crown. He picks the spike up by its chain, as Storm gets to his feet–AND THROWS THE SPIKE AT STORM, NARROWLY MISSING HIS SHOULDER BY LESS THAN AN INCH! Sigil charges at Storm, who uses the momentary distraction to catch Sigil off-guard–DOWNPOUR! STORM JUST NAILED SIGIL WITH THAT CODEBREAKER! Sensing his best chance at a win here, Storm goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREEEE!!!

Storm has pulled it off tonight, getting one step closer to becoming Ring King!

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“THE SCRIPTURE”
RECORDED EARLIER

Last Tuesday.

In a plane of existence very few have ever visited, floats a massive citadel.

And at that Citadel is a group known as The Scripture.

All of them are collectors of information across all planes of existence.

Led by a shadow unit known as The Twelve, to see them once means you’ve been recruited to their group of collectors.

To see them twice means you have messed up something really bad, gone against your vows, went rogue, or even altered reality as one of their members.

This is Sigil’s fifth visit to see the Twelve.

He sits at the table as they address him. They are all red cloaked, faceless figures. Sigil’s remarkably different from them in his mask, physique, and posture.

“Do you not see what you’ve done?” Four asks Sigil.

Seven states, “Until you used Junkrat to help you obtain the Replicator, there were no Spacerats in existence.”

Two scolds Sigil, “And now? You need to clean up your mess.”

Sigil is unimpressed. He sits in silence. Suddenly, the most ancient of the collectors, the one known as One, speaks up.

“You know not what you’ve done, Sigil. We need you to go back and obtain the Replicator, and destroy the Spacerats.”

Sigil looks around the room, and chuckles.

“You all have played me for a fool time, and time again. This time,” he says. “I almost fell for it.”

Confused silence fills the room.

“I went your way after my so-called mistake. I eliminated the Spacerat ship, I killed the 99 cloned Junkrats and left him by his lonesome. Yet, what did I see? An entire fleet of Spacerats arrive at his doorstep.”

“And?” One asks.

“So…” Continues Sigil. “It became apparent to me that your meddling in MY collection has gone too far. I realized that what you call a mistake? I call a blessing.”

One snarls, “What do you mean a blessing?”

“The Spacerats will be arriving to this plane of existence any moment to begin a war. A war in which they will win.”

A dreadful silence fills the room. One replies, “Utter nonsense.”

“I have grown tired of your tyranny. We were sworn to collect. Nothing more. And yet, you attempt to influence all the planes of existence. That is not your place.”

Sigil stands to his feet. “So I left my portal gun outside of Gary, where I knew they would find it. Where I knew they would find you.”

“And now?” Continues Sigil. “All of the planes will no longer be manipulated by the Twelve.”

Sigil cosmic leaps.

FLASH TO:

ON BOARD S.S.R. W1LL135.

Sigil appears.

Captain Spacerat smiles, “Hello there, Ancient Collector.”

Sigil looks out the spacecraft window. The entire fleet has the Citadel encircled.

“And for this, I will get one final match with Junkrat at some point. Just to settle the score, correct?”

Captain Spacerat nods.

“He’s agreed.”

“Well then,” Sigil says, staring at the Citadel of the Scripture through the window. “Blast their asses out of existence.”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is exactly what they begin to do.

Cut.

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“TRANQUILITY LANE”
RECORDED EARLIER

Two Days Prior.

Hot Water.

The sound of a warm beverage being poured pulls us into the scene, fading in from black on a stream of tea pouring into a cup from a rather antique looking tea pot, one that looked to be a functional toy at one point in time.

“There there, Kenny. You need to stay nice and hydrated if you’re to keep your energy up. After all, we still have so much playtime left.”

The sickly sweet voice of SeeSaw fills the air, sticking to your ears like cotton candy, each little word hanging in the air for a moment as he says it. The camera pans up from the tea to SeeSaw’s rather stern, almost disappointed expression. He holds the tea cup up to Kenny Freeman, the Keyboard Warrior sitting across from him, tied up on a plastic chair decorated with pictures of clowns. Kenny looks terrified, the young up and comer’s mouth taped shut.

“Oh, silly silly silly. You can’t drink tea like that!”

SeeSaw reaches over, ripping the tape off of Kenny’s mouth, forcing the scalding hot tea into his mouth right after, Kenny’s attempt to speak only leaving him sputtering and yelping, the tea covering his chest and burning his skin. He hisses at the pain before finally choking out some words.

“I… I did what you asked. I promoted you, I lost followers off of that! But, like, you got a lot of views and followers, right? Why aren’t you happy with that?”

SeeSaw stares at Kenny, clicking his tongue before drinking from his own tea cup.

“Well that’s why I called this… business meeting, Kenny. I have views, I have followers, but you aren’t committing to my cause. I decided that you’re being put in time out for now. No Ring King, no match. You must learn to enjoy toys like I do… and so, you will stay here, in Tranquility Lane until further notice.”

The camera finally pans out to reveal the massive toy room, the one that appears in all of SeeSaw’s videos. He chuckles, watching Kenny begin to panic as SeeSaw reapplies the duct tape to his mouth.

“Now, sit back, and enjoy your welcome to my happy little neighborhood.”

He stands up, pulling down a TV from above, one attached to a metal crane. It clicks on.

SeeSaw’s TV show.

Episode one.

“I’ll see you after Ring King, friend. Please, watch my show while you wait. I’m sure you’ll learn to love it.”

The scene fades out as Kenny panics once more, SeeSaw leaving him behind.

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LUKE MARSHALL VS. MONTY STRAIGHT
SINGLES MATCH

Tonight, Luke Marshall is fighting for his old congregation! Will it be worth it or will this be the worst deal he has ever made? We find out next!

DING DING! Luke tackles Monty down and starts hammering him with some massive right hands! Monty shoves him off and rolls out of the ring! Luke follows him as fast as he can! Monty sprints back into the ring! Luke shakes his head and angrily gets back in the ring! Luke climbs in between the ropes and running knee by Monty!

WRONG DOOR!

V-TRIGGER KNEE BY MONTY!

HE COVERS!

ONE!

. . .

TWO!

. . .

NO! FURIOUS KICKOUT BY MARSHALL!

Monty starts stomping on Luke! Stomp! Stomp! Luke catches the foot! He starts standing up with Monty’s foot still in his hands! He shoves the foot down and levels Monty with a lariat!

LUKE IS WAVING SOMEONE IN FROM THE CROWD!

WHAT’S GOING ON!?

IT’S ONE OF LUKE’S NEW CONGREGATION MEMBERS!

THEY HAVE A BUCKET OF STONES!

LUKE SHOUTS “LET HE WHO DOES NOT SIN CAST THE FIRST STONE!”

HOLY SHIT! THEY’RE STONING HIM!

LUKE AND HIS NEW FOLLOWER ARE PELTING MONTY WITH STONES!

MONTY IS WAVING SOMEONE IN HIMSELF!

IT’S LUKE’S SISTER, PAM! THE TREASURER WHO WAS SHOT!

Luke is confused! He’s questioning her with tears in his eyes! “You? I thought you avoided his wretched show.” She shakes her head, “There is nowhere else to go, Luke…” While they’re talking, Monty tosses Luke’s follower out of the ring and pours the bucket of stones out on the ring! Luke is shaking his head at her. “That can’t be true, that just can’t be true!” Before she can respond, Monty comes behind Luke!

HE TURNS HIM AROUND!

COMMERCIAL BREAK!

THIS PROGRAM IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY CROWN ROYAL AS THIS EMERALD FLOWSION IS ON THE ROCKS!

MONTY COVERS!

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE!

NO!

PAM BREAKS IT UP! BLOOD IS STRONGER THAN MONTY’S SPELL ON HIS AUDIENCE!

Pam is wailing at Monty with the bucket! He catches it and rips it out of her hands! He tosses it at Luke who is still on the ground and gets in Pam’s face! “Audience members are not supposed to ad-lib miss Pamela, you know that right?” Pam nods and Luke charges at Monty trying to protect his sister! Monty sidesteps and tosses Luke into Pam! Luke is apologizing profusely but Monty sees his chance!

HE PULLS LUKE INTO A POWERBOMB POSITION!

ZONK!!!

HE TURNS IT INTO A PILEDRIVER ON THE STONES!

MONTY COVERS!

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE!

Oh no! Monty has done it! What will happen to Luke’s old congregation?!

Monty stands over Luke.

“Look at it this way, at least Pam might find someplace better than where the rest are going.”

Monty laughs and heads towards the old congregation to tell them their new place in the afterlife.
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“ENOUGH?”
SOMEWHERE ELSE

The glitz, the glamour. Snapping cameras and paparazzi that come along with Hollywood press events. Luke Storm stands at a lectern, sunglasses covering his eyes and flashing his trademark smile. For if Alton Whitlock wants to play this war through the media, why not him too?

“Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming today.”

Cameras flash and the crowd quiet down.

“Over the past few weeks, rumors have been spread about me. Accusations have been made. Let it be known that these accusations are baseless and false. Fabricated merely to keep me down. For what reason, I am not sure. But liars will be found out and I know I have truth on my side… I intend to prove to everybody through a fair contest later tonight that I am not who Alton Whitlock claims I am. By the end of the night, in that ring I will done enough to convince you of that.”

A voice pierces through the crowd.

“Then you wouldn’t mind a wee test would you?”

An all too familiar voice. Alton Whitlock. Ever an opportunist for a photo op, the Candidate steps up to where Storm stands. The change in Storm’s demeanor is instant. The smile replaced with a scowl. One can sense his glare piercing through his sunglasses.

Alton holds forth a small plastic container. A specimen cup.

“If you truly are who you say you are, you wouldn’t mind undertaking a drug test on my instruction. Show these people who you truly are.”

The smirk on Whitlock’s face says it all. Almost as much as the curling of Storm’s lips.

“You think you’re going to order me to piss in a cup for you? To lower myself simply because you say so? I am not on drugs. I don’t need a damned test to say so.”

He swats the container out of Whitlock’s hands and rips his sunglasses off his face. A glare, then Storm storms off. In the buzz of the media’s response and flurry, we almost miss what happens next.

One Berkshire Ellison Greene approaches Alton Whitlock as he leaves the stage, emerging from the crowd. Whitlock sees him approach.

“I’ve done everything you asked in going after Storm. Surely now, I have done enough?”

BEG pats Whitlock on the shoulder as he walks away.

“We will see, Alton. We will see.”

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COMING SEASON 2
2020

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THE JUDGE VS. SCRIMSHAW
SINGLES MATCH

Once again we enter the cave for the showdown between the Judge and Scrimshaw.

Both men stand in the cave, eyeing each other. Scrimshaw looking bigger than his frame would suggest in this dark place. Judge drops his axe, the blade slicing into the ground as he charges across to the Salty Sea Dog.

Scrimshaw catches Judge and sprawls out trying to keep the bigger man from taking any form of control. Scrimshaw begins driving his knees into the helmeted head of the Judge who quickly throws him off. A growl comes from the Sea Dog as he grabs a small stalagmite and uses it as a baseball bat, shattering it over the frame of the Judge who slams into the wall.

Scrimshaw takes the remaining point and tries to drive it down into the Judge’s head, the Judge just stopping it in time. Both men struggle for control of the stalagmite, Judge seeing the opening to kick at the ribs, before monkey flipping the Sea Dog into the wall.

Scrimshaw hits the ground with a thud, his eyes still filled with rage when he is met by a boot from Judge who grabs his own stalagmite and slams it across the back of the Sea Dog, who howls.

Again.

Again.

Again!

Four times Judge brings the rock formation down across the spine of Scrimshaw. Judge throws it to the side before grabbing the Old Sea Dog by the head and lifting him to his feet. THE VERDICT!

NO!

Scrimshaw catches the Spartan Kick as he whips around, slamming his arm into the knee of the judge!

SEA SERPENT’S STRIKE!

The force of the Dragon Screw Leg Whip drives the giant Judge into the rocky formations near them, shattering them as he lands. The cave seems to rattle at the impact as Scrimshaw reaches into his coat pocket and grabs his brass knuckles.

Scrimshaw begins to beat on the head and body of the Judge, making sure the knuckles dig deep into every blow before Scrimshaw picks the Man of Order up, and throws him head first into the wall of the cave, rocks chip away as the Judge sits down against the wall.

Scrimshaw walks in close to grab onto the Judge once again, once on their feet, the Judge grabs onto the head of the Sea Dog and bites down! Blood begins to spill out from the wound when Judge hits a cutter!

YOUR PAST MAY BITE YOU!

Judge looks around for the most appropriate spot to finish this. He grabs Scrimshaw and lifts the smaller Sea Captain up onto his shoulders, slamming him down hard against the rocky ground.

RESTORATION!

The powebomb rocks the cave as the Sea Dog lays unconscious on the ground, defeated.

Judgement has been passed onto the Old Sea Dog. Now the Judge can return the ill-gotten gains and receive the admittance to the Sea Captain’s wrongdoings.
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“THE PACK”
SOMEWHERE ELSE

The match is over.

Both men are exhausted.

And yet, The Judge stands tall. Victorious.

The armored figure walks towards the door he had been promised access to should he win. Scrimshaw, a man of his word, stands back, snarling his teeth as he tries his best to stand, the fight having taken everything out of him.

“You tried your best, Scrimshaw. But, in the end…”

He looks back at him, hands on the doors handles, clenching them tight.

“Cast in the name of your lord, ye guilty.”

The door is flung open! Inside there is riches aplenty. Money from many countries and decades, weaponry, jewels… but The Judge cares for none of it. Instead, sitting in the center of the room, is a Obsidian Sphere. He walks towards it, the massive piece of stone, picking it up in both hands and looking down at it.

“Did you know the purpose of this item, Scrimshaw?”

The captain, now standing, rolls his eyes.

“Not a clue. Me and my pack of sailors were told to grab it by the serpent. But none of us ever knew why.”

The Judge nods his head, looking back towards Scrimshaw, scoffing at him before nodding his head.

“Good, I was certain you were clueless to the reason for obtaining it. But do not worry, I am not taking anything else. Only this.”

The Blood Fang looks surprised by this, watching as the Judge picks up the sphere and, without a word, disappears into darkness.

And left in his wake, is Scrimshaw. He examines the room for a moment when an intense pain makes him grab his head, looking as though his head may very well explode. He seems to be mumbling to himself, completely enthralled by a voice we cannot hear.

Then, as fast as it came, it went.

And Scrimshaw stood up, nodding his head.

“So be it, serpent.”

“I will call the pack.”
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BEG VS. DARBY SORROW
ONLY ON LOCK DOWN, NEXT WEEK.

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MEZ VS. X
SINGLES MATCH

At the last Slaughterhouse, X told Mez that if he wanted his arm and eye then meet him at Ring King! It’s Ring King and Mez is here waiting with the Screwdriver! Will he be able to get the arm! We find out next!

DING! DING! Mez marches at X with the screwdriver but X kicks it out of Mez’s hand! He Sparta kicks Mez into the turnbuckle and charges in with a running knee strike! He doesn’t stop there! He throws forearm after forearm strike! Mez isn’t responding though! He’s taking every shot! Mez points to the metal arm! X gets the hint! He winds the arm back!

HAYMAKER!

NO! MEZ DODGES THE PUNCH!

GOOD THING TOO! THE TURNBUCKLE’S STUFFING IS POURING OUT!

X RIPS THE PAD OFF AS IT MEANS NOTHING NOW BUT MEZ IS TRYING TO GRAB AT THE EYE!

X IS FIGHTING MEZ OFF BUT MEZ SHOVES X INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!

ANARCHY!

MEX HITS THE THESZ PRESS AND STARTS HEADBUTTING THE STEEL ARM!

Mez is dominating X but that arm is withstanding that damage better than a tank could! Mez changes strategy and starts headbutting the normal arm! That’s doing damage as X is wincing with every shot but he uses the steel arm to grab at Mez’s throat!

TONGAN DEATH GRIP!

MEZ IS TRYING TO PUNCH AT THE ARM BUT NO USE!

HE THEN POINTS TO HIS HEAD AND PULLS OUT ANOTHER SCREWDRIVER!

HE’S UNSCREWING A SCREW ON THE WRIST!

IT’S ENOUGH TO MAKE THE GRIP LOOSE!

X LETS GO AND BOTH MEN ARE BACK ON THEIR FEET!

Mez chops X’s chest hard! X responds with a chop of his own! Mez saw it coming and drops his head down! The metal wrist meets the helmet and the screw is completely off! The wrist has gone limp! Mez grabs the wrist and pulls! X doesn’t let it happen and uses his strength to Irish whip Mez! He throws him but Mez pulled hard enough and wires are exposed! Mez bounces off the ropes and X takes him down with a dropkick to the knees!

X REALIZES HE NEEDS TO FINISH THIS SOON OR HIS ARM MIGHT FOREVER BE CHANGED!

HE’S DESPERATE AND HE JUMPS ON MEZ FROM BEHIND!

HE STARTS CHOKING MEZ OUT!

MISSION COMPLETE!

HE HAS THE REAR NAKED CHOKE LOCKED IN BUT HE CAN’T GET THE NORMAL GRIP!

HE CHANGES IT AND USES THE WIRES TO CHOKE MEZ OUT!

MEZ IS TRYING TO FIGHT IT BUT NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN ABLE TO GET OUT OF THIS!

MEZ WON’T BE THE FIRST AS HIS HEAD IS DROPPING AND HE LOOKS LIKE HE IS GOING TO PASS OUT!

HE TAPS OUT AND X HAS DONE IT!

Mez gave him a good fight but the lethal weapon has done it even when the arm isn’t at 100 percent!
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“AND TAKE SOME MORE.”
RINGSIDE

The match over and X rolls from the ring, grasping at the shoulder joint of his bionic arm.

Mr Johnson gestures to his orderlies who rush the ring and sedate Mez, quickly securing him in his straight jacket.

He kneels before Mr Johnson, who looks down at him with a disapproving gaze.

BAM!

Johnson boots Mez in the face! Mez topples you one side, struggling to turn himself into his knees, his face planted into the canvas.

CURB STOMP!

Mez crumples flat against the mat.

Johnson and the orderlies start to kick and stomp at Mez, who barely flinches…

“A gentle stroll along the beach. Her hand in mind. I can feel how soft her pale skin is against my rough palm. How gentle her touch is as her thumb strokes my own. And I look at her, her beautiful bright red hair blowing in the breeze. And she in turn looks at me. Her beautiful blue eyes melting my heart.”

“I miss her so much.”
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“THAT’S GOOD TELEVISION”
SOMEWHERE ELSE

The Show That Never Stops.

The studio audience cheers with unrivaled approval for Monty Straight, whose eye twinkles with delight and excitement for what is to come.

“Welcome back to The Show That Never Stops! Where the fun keeps going, and temptations are unknowing! I’m Monty Straight, and that’s exactly how I shoot it!”

The crowd roars loudly!!

“Simmer down folks!” Straight says with a grin. “Our next contestant comes as a bit of a surprise… For him, anyway! Give a big time round of applause for the newly elected Mayor of Gary, Indiana, Junkraaaaaat!”

As the audience cheers, Junkrat suddenly appears on the stage. He looks around, confused, but that’s not unusual.

“Welcome to the Show That Never Stops, Junkrat! You’re familiar with the rules, correct?”

“Yeah,” Junkrat says. “Something about whichever door I kick open, I win the prize behind it! I choose Door Number 7!”

“Uhm…” Monty offers the crowd a wink and a chuckle. “There’s only two doors in this game.”

“Why not seven doors?”

“Because that’s not how the game works!”

“Oh, so I’m the one playing the game but I don’t get to decide the rules?”

“…That’s… Junkrat, every game in the world works just like that.”

“Not Willybiters.”

…Monty sighs deeply.

Junkrat shrugs.

“On this stage, Junkrat, are two doors.”

Two doors appear on stage, like magic.

Monty continues, “Behind Door Number One is everything you believe you want. Therefore, if you step through that door, Gary, Indiana, the fair town of which you are the Mayor, will become a bustling metropolis! Hundreds of thousands of citizens living in peace and prosperity, and get this Junkrat. Each and every one of those citizens will be Junkrats just like you!”

Monty continues, “Yet, behind Door Number Two is everything I know your heart desires! You will no longer be the Mayor of your fair city, but you will be the Dictator–”

“Woah, stop right there mate.” Junkrat interrupts. “I am not, nor will I ever be, some kind of Dick Tater.”

Monty is baffled by Junkrat’s stupidity.

“No… A dictator is someone who rules the entirety of his land. Like a King. And you would be the King of your own planet. In fact, the very planet you once referred to as Paradise. The place you found the Replicator with Sigil.”

Monty barely maintains his composure. “So, Junkrat, what will it be?”

Junkrat looks at both doors. From his pocket, he pulls out the portal gun Sigil once wielded to send his clones into space.

“Fuck your doors,” Junkrat says. “I wanted Door Number 7, but you don’t have that. So you can take your doors, your show, your studio audience, and shove them up your arsehole mate!”

Junkrat fires the gun, and opens a portal.

“I’m out of here!”

Junkrat steps through the portal.

The crowd and Monty Straight stand in baffled silence.

Suddenly, Junkrat pops back through the portal.

“On second thought. I have a Big Bopper left!”

“NO!!!” Monty cries.

But it’s too late. Junkrat drops the tiny bomb…

…the same bomb that wiped out Gary, Indiana…

And steps back through the portal.

BA-BBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOM!

Cut.
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REDWING VS. VERITAS
SINGLES MATCH

The angry Redwing stands across the ring from the stoic, albeit sneaky Veritas in what has become a bit of a grudge match here tonight. Who will win, and what will Veritas’ file contain?

DING! DING! Veritas and Redwing circle each other, like two starving hyenas who see each other as prey. They circle each other for a few rounds until Redwing stops.

A small, deranged little giggle escapes his lips.

“Come on,” Redwing says. “Hit me with the truth.”

Veritas tilts his head.

Redwing holds his arms wide open.

Veritas charges!!!

Right, left, right, left, left, spin kick combo from The Freedom Fighter, dropping Redwing to the ground.

Redwing offers a bone-chilling laugh as he lays on the ground!

This seems to infuriate Veritas, who charges forward!

HE KICKS REDWING ACROSS HIS DAMN MOUTH!!!

But that only makes Redwing’s laughter grow louder. He clutches his mask and pulls at it, like he wants to rip it off! Like its skin he no longer desires to wear!

Veritas lifts Redwing to his feet!

But Redwing falls to a knee!!!

LOWBLOW!!! LOWBLOW FROM REDWING!!!

HE TOSSES VERITAS OUT OF THE RING!!!

Redwing wastes zero time following him. He rips the steel ring steps out of their position!!! He carries them over his head and throws them on top of Veritas’ body!

THEN REDWING LEAPS!!! BIG SPLASH, CRUSHING VERITAS BENEATH THE STEEL STEPS!!!

Redwing rolls off the steps and to the floor. His laugh grows louder, sounding absolutely maniacal as he stares up at the lights of the Slaughterhouse ceiling.

“I think…” Redwing says. “That I just might murder you.”

And all that laughter that was coming from Redwing reveals itself for what it is:

Pure derangement.

Unadultured rage.

He lifts the steel steps off of Veritas’ body and hoists them over his head!!!

HE SMASHES THEM DOWN ONTO VERITAS’ SKULL!!!

NO!!!!

Thankfully, Veritas rolls out of the way and kips up! He dropkicks Redwing across the chest, sending him into the guardrail!

Veritas wants to get Redwing back in the ring quickly! He rolls the… Hero? …back into the ring and follows suit!

Redwing and Veritas reach their feet at the same time!

Once again, Redwing laughs, clutching and tugging at his mask.

What the FUCK is going on with Redwing!?!

Veritas doesn’t wait for an answer!!!

TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION!!!

The throat spike and roaring elbow combination!!!

HE FOLLOWS IT UP WITH SEEING IS BELIEVING!!! HE GOUGES REDWING’S EYES!!!

REDWING SCREAMS AND LAUGHS!!! HE LAUGHS AND SCREAMS!!! FINALLY, HE TAPS OUT!!!

Veritas gets the huge, albeit very strange victory over Redwing tonight! His arm is raised in victory.
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“THE FILE”
RINGSIDE

Veritas got his piece of Redwing, just as he wanted.

And now? It’s time to pay up.

Veritas breathes heavily in his corner, as the young man we came to know as Chase runs down the entrance ramp and slides a folder into the ring.

Veritas slyly exits the ring and walks up the entrance ramp with Chase. Redwing, who despite his mask barely resembles himself, picks up the folder.

From the top of the entrance ramp, Veritas laughs. “There’s the file, Redwing. And inside of it is the most important truth you need to know.”

He opens it up.

It contains merely three pages.

Each page has but one word on it.

The first?

“Fuck”

The second?

“You”

The third?

“Redwing”

Redwing begins shaking uncontrollably.

Veritas has just trolled the unhinged hero.

Redwing, whose eyes are burning with an unmitigated fury, looks up at the entrance ramp.

Chase and Veritas are gone.

Redwing roars with anger, pacing around the ring like a lunatic!!

In the front row, the Red Knight spots a man laughing particularly hard at Veritas’ troll.

Redwing exits the ring and approaches the fan.

The fan is drunk and sure of himself.

“You think that’s funny?” Redwing asks.

The fan shrugs.

“You deserve it, bitch!”

Uh oh.

Redwing grabs the man on each side of his head!!

HEADBUTT!!!

ANOTHER HEADBUTT!!!

AND ANOTHER HEADBUTT!!!

REDWING YANKS THE MAN OVER THE GUARD RAIL AND INTO THE RINGSIDE AREA!!!

HE’S COMPLETELY LOST HIS FUCKING MIND!!!

Redwing stomps the fan into oblivion!! Each boot he delivers to the man’s rib seeking to end his ability to laugh permanently.

The fans boo loudly with disapproval!!

Redwing looks around.

Suddenly, he runs up the entrance ramp, leaving the injured fan behind.

And maybe, leaving his status as a hero behind as well.

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“PROTECTION”
BACKSTAGE

The sound of a phone ringing inside an old office carries a slight echo until a chunky hand reaches out to grab it.

There’s no polite greeting when accepting this call.

“Is it done?” Growls the voice on this end of the receiver. Our camera swivels, revealing it to be none other than The Butcher. “What do you mean, he knows?”

Gulp.

“Understood. I’m going to need a certain level of protection.”

Suddenly, the door knocks and in without invitation, walks Mez, being led by his warden.

“I’ll call you right back.”

The Butcher hangs up the phone, turning his attention to those now rudely inside his office.

Though don’t be mistaken – he won’t be arguing with Mez any time soon.

“Butcher, I have a request,” asks The Warden. “An increase in salary for my competitor. Now that he rules the roost as TKO Champion, I’m inclined to believe that comes with a pay bump, does it not?”

The Chairman thinks it over.

“Perhaps we can help each other out,” The Butcher comments, rubbing his chin. “I need protection for a couple of weeks or so, just until I figure out something more permanent. I have an idea and you may have just approached me at the right time. Why don’t you take a seat?”

The Warden smiles, pulling out a chair as Mez looms over them.

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BLACKVEIL VS. MARK GOULDERN
SINGLES MATCH

A battle of wits has taken place the past month between Blackveil and her smear campaign target, Mark Gouldern. Who will take the final round, the veiled revolutionary, or the technocratic CEO?

DING! DING! Blackveil charges across the ring at Gouldern, who sneers before his Telaris smoothly guides him out of the way of the Abominable Bride’s dropkick attempt! He immediately begins laying boot, after boot, after Teleboot to Blackveil’s midsection! Gouldern drags her up by her hair and lifts her to her feet.

AND DROPS HER RIGHT BACK TO THE DAMN GROUND WITH A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT!!!

HE MAKES THE COVER!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

NO!!!

Blackveil kicks out!

And suddenly, the referee is lifted into the air…

His eyes glaze over and turn purple!!!

HE’S BEING MANIPULATED BY BLACKVEIL!!!

And just as suddenly, nearly a dozen women in veils charge the ring from the crowd, the steel chairs that they were sitting in brought with them!!!

They just start beating the living shit out of The Herald of the Future right then and there!!!

CRACK!!!

CRACK!!!

CRACK!!!

CRACK!!!

Each chair shot causes Gouldern to writhe around on the mat, unable to defend himself from the onslaught, from the vicious beatdown!!!

But suddenly, Gouldern doesn’t need to defend himself.

The Telaris begins working overtime!!

He leaps to his feet and you’d swear you were watching the Matrix. He fluidly sidesteps, ducks, and dodges every steel chair swing. He sends an elbow into one of their mouths and rips the chair out of her hand!

CRACK!! Right over her head!

CRACK!!! Right over another sister’s head

FUCKING CRACK!!! BUT IT’S BLACKVEIL WITH A SURPRISE SHOT TO THE CEO’S CRANIUM!!! THE REF HITS THE MAT AND RETURNS TO HIS SENSES AS GOULDERN FALLS!!!

THE SISTERS CLEAR OUT OF THE RING!!!

BLACKVEIL MAKES THE COVER!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREEEEEEE!!!

Blackveil has done it!!!

NO!!!

The referee points to Gouldern’s Teleboot, dangling over the nearest bottom rope!!!

Blackveil gets up like like she’s PMS’ing and out of coffee! She yells at the referee, accusing him of showing favor to his fellow man, and using an improperly slow count!

But Gouldern is on his feet! He spins her around and grabs her head!!!

PLANNED OBSOLESCENCE FROM GOULDERN!!! THE ELEVATED DDT CRUSHES THE ABOMINABLE BRIDE!!!

Gouldern sizes up his foe as she slowly starts climbing to her feet.

She reaches her knees.

Finally, she stands!

THE DISRUPTION!!! THE TELEGAUNTLET SUPERMAN PUNCH KNOCKS HER FUCKING LIGHTS OUT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! GOULDERN MAKES THE COVER!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREEEEEEEE!!!!

The bell rings and Mark Gouldern picks up the huge victory over his nemesis!!! What a match!!!
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“WHY?”
RINGSIDE

After a grueling match, Mark Gouldern and Blackveil rise in the ring.

Exhausted, Mark glares at his adversary.

“There’s one thing that I can’t figure out,” he says. “Why? Why did you target me? Out of every company in the world, why mine?”

Blackveil pauses for a moment.

“You think me a villain because you cannot understand compassion,” she says. “Too myopic to understand anything but your own point of view; your own goals. Women like Emily know that better than anyone.”

“Emily betrayed me for her own gain. But you. What did you have to gain?” Mark asks.

“Nothing to gain but the benefit of my Sisters in the struggle, not that you could ever understand an idea like that,” Blackveil says. “And nothing to lose in a world that hates me and my Sisterhood.”

“You think Telegon is the only company you’ll find discrimination at?”

“No,” says Blackveil. “But not many have a man like you. That could stop it so easily, if only he wanted to.”

“It benefits the bottom line. And it’s human nature,” Mark says. “I can’t control it.”

“A poor excuse. You want to change the world? To see it evolve?” Blackveil asks. “Start with yourself. Look up from your work and your pursuit of glory.”

“You’re not innocent, either,” says Mark. “There is blood on your hands.”

“What’s the life of one against the suffering of billions?”

Mark stares at her, anger in his eyes.

“Now, the world is watching you more closely, Mark. The world is skeptical,” Blackveil says. “No one trusts you, Gouldern. They know you’re a liar. You won’t get away with treating the women in your employ–anyone in your employ–like that again.”

“Your revolution failed,” Mark hisses.

“Has it?” Blackveil asks, as if she’s smirking beneath the mask.

Overcome by fury, Mark swings his gauntleted fist at Blackveil.

But an instant before he connects?

She snaps her fingers. Click.

And she’s gone.
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LUKE STORM VS. JUNKRAT
ONLY ON LOCK DOWN, NEXT WEEK.

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ALTON WHITLOCK VS. LUKE STORM
HOUSE RULEZ CHAMPIONSHIP

It is Luke Storm’s second bout of the night, and given that it is against Alton Whitlock, with the House Rulez Championship on the line, it might be his most personal. For Alton Whitlock, it certainly is.

In the meat locker, there is no bell! The two men simply charge one another!!! But the inexperienced Whitlock is no match technique wise for a man whose made a career in fighting like Storm, and Storm shoots in, dropping him with a single-leg take down!

Storm mounts Whitlock and begins nailing him in the face with lefts and rights!!! A flurry of blows, a physically perfect storm of violence!!!

But despite Alton’s inexperience, he knows this is a bad start, and in desperation rakes Storm’s eyes!!! He follows it up with a headbutt!

Storm falls off of his mount and Alton scrambles to his feet!

Storm kips up!

LIGHTNING STRIKE FROM STORM!!!

NO!!!!

Whitlock dodges and connects with a hanging meet carcass instead. Whitlock slips behind him! Full Nelson!

RELEASE BUTTERFLY SUPLEX SENDING STORM INTO THE LOCKED FREEZER DOOR!!!

Storm is in a heap of trouble as he lays in a heap on the floor! The Candidate from Burlington, Vermont moves in and lifts Storm to his feet!!! He wraps his arms around his waist!!!

RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY!!!

BUT LUKE STORM GRABS ONTO ANOTHER HANGING MEAT CARCASS AS HE SOARS THROUGH THE LOCKER AND STOPS HIS FALL!!!

ALTON TURNS AROUND!!!

LIGHTNING STRIKE!!! THIS TIME IT CONNECTS!!!

Luke quickly grabs Alton by the hair and drags him to an empty meat hook! Luke has the hook entering Alton’s flesh!!! He’s hooked him in, and Alton flails and screams!

AND THE FLAILING SENDS HIS FOOT RIGHT INTO STORM’S BOLT BAG!!!

Luke haunches over, clutching his groin, and Whitlock frees himself before Storm gets the chance to suspend him in air!!!

Whitlock knocks Storm to the ground with an elbow over the back of his head! He sends a few stomps into the small of Storm’s back for good measure!!

Alton lifts Storm to his feet! He sets up Luke by hooking his arms and spinning!

BETTER WORLD!!!

THE VERTEBREAKER!!!

NO!!! LUKE STORM KICKS HIS FEET AND FLIPS OUT OF IT!!!

HE GRABS WHITLOCK’S BACK!!!

DOWNPOUR!!! THE FUCKING CODEBREAKER FINISHER!!! HE NAILS IT!!!

Luke grabs Whitlock by his hair and drags him to the nearby vacant meat hook!!! He hooks Whitlock’s already pierced and bloody back into the hook!!! He pulls the chain!!!

WHITLOCK HANGS IN THE AIR, SUSPENDED BY THE MEAT HOOK!!! STORM WINS!!!

The door unlocks and immediately people rush in to free the suspended Whitlock from the hook. But someone also brings Luke Storm his House Rulez Championship, and lifts his hand in victory!
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“POWER DOWN”
SOMEWHERE ELSE

A warehouse.

A place seemingly acting as a home for someone. A single bedroll, tasteless food, and nothing else but a filing cabinet on the far wall, some of the files inside pulled out and rifled through. The camera pans around the room only to stop on one red light.

The eye of X.

He seems to be pouring himself into the file in front of him. We peer over his shoulder to see most of the file is blacked out. Everything redacted except for one name.

Gouldern.

His eyes light up a bit when a condescending voice interrupts him.

“I see you finally made some progress without me, haven’t you?”

X turns to face the man who’s name he just read. Mark Gouldern smirking at him as he fiddles with the gauntlet on his hand.

“I was built to study my targets. And I see you know more than you let on.”

Gouldern chuckles, looking at X with almost pity before walking forward.

“You don’t understand, huh? I know so much and offered so much but a mere few months ago because I wanted to test your abilities. After all, you were my greatest failure.”

The normally stony face of X almost drops, showing some humanity behind his eyes as he looks on at Gouldern, the look of shock only causing the mogul to chuckle more.

“You don’t remember much, do you? Whitlock’s match with us? He was so convincing, and yet you felt compelled to help me instead?

X looks incredulous for a moment as Gouldern walks towards him, still fiddling with his gauntlet.

“A lot to take in, isn’t it? Turns out you’re still too human when not in combat. You still need some tests run on you, to see where I went wrong in your design.”

The assassin can stand by no more and X leaps at Gouldern with intent not to kill, to brutalize. His metal arm is inches from Gouldern’s face!

But X, the enraged cyborg, collapses, almost lifelessly to the ground. Standing above him is Gouldern, the genius having finally pressed a button on his gauntlet.

“Power Down. We’ll test out combat capabilities later. As for now…”

Gouldern turns away, members of his company pouring into the warehouse. Four apprehend X while the rest dismantle his living space. They evacuate as quickly as they arrived, a fire started in the warehouse, destroying all the research X had.

And we watch it burn, the flames reflecting off of Gouldern’s glasses as we fade to black.
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MONTY STRAIGHT VS. MARK GOULDERN
ONLY ON LOCK DOWN, NEXT WEEK.

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BANZAN VS. BEG
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

Materialism meets Eastern Spirituality. The Indestructible Mountain, OSW Champion Banzan once again meets the financial mogul BEG. But this time, it is for all the cookies in the cookie jar. Will we see a new champion crowned at Ring King, or will the Mountain prove Indestructible once more?

DING! DING!

Greene starts in a flurry of venom and fire, taking the fight straight to Banzan with an Elbow. The Elbow is followed by a PALM STRIKE that hits the Mountain in the chest, opening up a small gap between the fighters. UPPERCUT FROM BEG ROCKS BANZAN!

INVERTED RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!

THE MOUNTAIN CRUMBLES!

NOW BEG SCALES THE DOWNED MOUNTAIN!

Banzan stands up while BEG is on his back, looking for a BACKPACK STUNNER… BUT BEG RAKES THE EYES! BANZAN IS BLIND! BEG steers him toward the turnbuckle and pushes off his back, sending the big man stumbling forward. BEG CLIMBS THE MOUNTAIN AGAIN AND LOCKS IN AN OCTOPUS HOLD!

FULL PRESSURE! YOU CAN SEE THE PAIN ON BANZAN’S FACE!

HE’S WEARING THE BIG MAN DOWN!

BANZAN IS FADING!

BEG APPLIES MORE PRESSURE, THIS COULD SPELL THE END…

KABLAM!

BANZAN SWINGS BEG AROUND OFF HIS BACK AND DESTROYS HIM WITH A BRUTAL URANAGE!

HE JUST ABOUT PUT BEG THROUGH THE DAMNED FLOOR!

Banzan lies flat on his back, his mighty bosom heaving as he recovers from BEG’s fast start. BEG lies next to him, beginning to stir ever so slightly. Finally, Banzan takes his advantage, twisting his legs around to BEG’s throat… KOJI CLUTCH! BANZAN HAS IT LOCKED IN RIGHT IN THE CENTRE OF THE RING!

BEG’S EYES LOOK LIKE THEY WILL POP OUT OF HIS HEAD!

BUT BEG, SLIPPERY AS HE IS, WEASELS HIS WAY OUT OF THE CLUTCH THANKS TO A FLURRY OF WELL PLACED ELBOWS TO BANZAN’S KNEE!

Before Banzan knows it, BEG is on him, targeting the tenderised knee. His Koji Clutch had soon become a HALF CRAB FROM BEG. THE SINGLE LEG FOCUS ALLOWS BEG TO APPLY MAXIMUM FORCE ON THE HOLD!

THE CHAMPION IS AGAIN IN THE CLUTCHES OF BEG. THE SUBMISSION EXPERT SEEMS TO HAVE THE ANSWERS FOR THE MOUNTAIN’S MARTIAL ARTS HOLDS!

BUT AGAIN, THERE IS NO TAP OUT.

BANZAN USES HIS FREE LEG TO PUSH BEG AWAY…

HAS THE DAMAGE BEEN DONE THOUGH?

Banzan’s knee buckles underneath him as he tries to stand. BEG pounces on the weakness, aiming a low dropkick to the injured knee! ANKLE LOCK!

BANZAN HAS NOWHERE TO GO!

THE MOUNTAIN’S HAND IS HOVERING ABOVE THE MAT!

HE’S GOING TO TAP OUT!

BEG IS GOING TO BE THE NEW OSW CHAMPION!

OF COURSE, NOT QUITE YET

INSTEAD OF TAPPING, BANZAN GRABS BEG BY THE SCRUFF OF HIS NECK AND FORCES HIM AWAY!

Banzan is limping, heavily. He’s favouring his left foot and trying not to put any pressure on it. BEG manages to scramble quickly to his feet but the injured Mountain is waiting…

CRANE KICK!

KARATE KID STYLE!

MR MIYAGI WOULD BE PROUD!

BEG LIFTS UP OFF THE GROUND AND SOARS BACKWARDS INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

But Banzan doesn’t attack. He stands, both feet on the ground. He closes his eyes and brings his fists together. MOUNTAIN FORM!

BEG charges at him with a flurry of strikes. Each one lands squarely but has no effect. The Mountain doesn’t even flinch! BEG smirks as he exits the ring, grabbing a steel chair from ringside.

STEEL CHAIR SHOT TO THE SKULL OF BANZAN!

BUT THE MOUNTAIN DOESN’T EVEN FUCKING MOVE!

He simply sits down, crossing his legs.

STEEL CHAIR SHOT AGAIN!

STILL, NO EFFECT!

A purple haze begins to form around Banzan. An energy. BEG knows what must be done, break the big man’s concentration…

NIPPLE GRIPPLE!

BEG TWISTS BOTH GIANT NIPPLES FOR ALL HE’S WORTH! BANZAN’S ENERGY FADES!

PYRAMID SCHEME!

BANZAN NEVER SAW IT COMING!

BANZAN TRIES TO ESCAPE, POWERING OUT…

BUT BEG SWINGS HIS BODY ROUND AND CHANGES THE HOLD!

FINANCIAL CRISIS!

HE’S GOT IT ALL!

AGAIN THE HAND HOVERS.

IT THIS IT?!

THE MOUNTAIN TAPS OUT!

BANZAN TAPS!

THE MOUNTAIN PROVES TO NOT BE INDESTRUCTIBLE TONIGHT AFTER ALL!

BEG HAS FINALLY GOTTEN HIS HANDS ON THE OSW CHAMPIONSHIP!

BEG took the fight to Banzan. He had a gameplan that took the Mountain and executed it perfectly. Banzan showed off the power of his wellspring, but wasn’t able to use it thanks to the quick thinking, dastardly mind of our NEEEEEW OSW CHAMPION!
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“NO MERCY.”
SOMEWHERE ELSE

Redwing has become increasingly deranged over the past month or so. His actions, the way he speaks, it all appears to be off.

When we locate him, he’s pacing the room, wearing only his Redwing mask.

Only a pair of shorts besides from it.

“Find him, kill him, make him suffer,” he mumbles. “That’s what they want from me. That’s what everyone wants. The hero must fall. The hero must fall.”

He’s been pacing for hours.

His hands are bloodied, his fingertips raw.

On the wall, scratched and bled into it by his own fingernails, are two words.

‘No Mercy’

There’s a noise in the background, playing in the other room – somewhat distant and feint. He walks towards it, stopping by the VCR.

In it is another tape, a more revealing tape.

He hits Play.

“He was young and foolish; naive. They promised him fame and fortune if he did it. They told him they’d make him the biggest movie star in the world. It was all a part of his rise to prominence.”

Static.

“To play a bad guy, you had to be a bad guy.”

Crackle.

“And Luke Storm would do anything to be famous.”

Cut.

Redwing’s eyes widen within his mask. That look of insanity somehow grew. As the rage boils within and his chest puffs in and out as quickly as it can, we back away, knowing that an explosion is imminent.

“I’ll show him a bad guy.”

Luke Storm killed Redwing’s family!

Surely not?

There’s going to be hell to pay.

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“THE DAY SHALL COME”
LATER…

After Ring King.

The Judge.

Two Places at Once.

On the shores of a nearby city stands the armored man, once again face to face with Scrimshaw.

And at the same time, he is thousands of miles away at the monastery, a glint in his eyes as he speaks with Banzan.

Both men are stoically silent as the Judge approaches them, his words almost identical with each man as he speaks.

“The day will come.”

Scrimshaw snarls at The Judge, hand on his flintlock as he stares his rival down.

Banzan’s monks surround the terrifying visage, but the Monk holds his hand up, stopping them from assaulting him.

“In the near future, there will be a man to oppose you. I have judged you and, after much discretion, believe you are the key to balancing the world. You must simply listen to me.”

Scrimshaw takes his hand off of his flintlock for a moment, giving Judge the time of day, much to his own surprise.

Banzan snarls ever so slightly, going to question him with The Judge interrupts him, his voice booming over the monks.

“You have someone who will try to demolish you along the way. Go forward, end him, and when you do, you will be granted a great artifact that will redeem you of your sins.”

Both Banzan and Scrimshaw, in unison reply.

“What must I do?”

“Amass an army, go forth, and await for my instruction.”

“Who is my enemy?”

The Judge’s two forms finally diverge in their script, speaking separately but both with the same amount of certainty behind them.

“Banzan.”

“Scrimshaw.”

Both men nod their heads, watching as The Judge disappears from their sights in a purple cloud.

In an Undisclosed location.

The Judge appears out of that cloud of purple smoke, his hands grabbing hold of that same Obsidian Sphere he collected from Scrimshaw.

A look of determination in his eyes.
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SEESAW VS. LUKE STORM
RING KING FINAL

The nightmare that was once over begins again.

Luke Storm vanquished the horror known as SeeSaw once before, but tonight, it isn’t personal.

This is for Ring King 2019.

As they stand in the middle of the ring, the atmosphere in the crowd skyrockets. Cheers and jeers come from all corners of the Slaughterhouse. These people haven’t yet chosen a side, but one thing is for sure; they want to see a bloodbath.

The bell sounds and both men circle, Luke Storm being as cautious as possible. He remembers his battle with SeeSaw at InVasion and the absolute war he simply had to win.

SeeSaw on the other hand is smiling. He knows exactly what’s running through the head of his opponent. He can smell the fear and it excites him.

He rushes forward, grabbing Storm abruptly by the throat and driving him into the corner. Luke desperately tries using his legs to escape, driving knees into the mid-section of his opponent, who in turn, tosses him across the ring like a ragdoll.

Luke bounces off the canvas, rolling to a kneel in the opposite corner. He reaches for his sunglasses, taking them off.

Mr. Make Believe comes again, driving forward with a knee that Storm dodges. He immediately rolls him up but SeeSaw rolls through to his feet.

They stare at each other for a moment and then rush to lock up.

They toss and turn, SeeSaw finally scooping Storm up and into SIDEWALK SLAM!

He doesn’t cover, instead opting to mount him with vicious punches.

Every powerful blow bounces Luke’s head off the canvas, rattling his brains for good measure. He finally stops, getting back to his feet and pulling The Perfect Storm with him.

HEADBUTT!

ANOTHER!

HEADBUTT!

ANOTHER!

Luke Storm is on absolute dream street! He stumbles backwards after receiving those shots, falling into the ropes. SeeSaw chases, bouncing him immediately across the ring with such venom that Luke flies over the top rope, crashes down off the ring apron and lands on the outside with a thud!

He quickly slides to the outside on the opposite side of the ring, stalking around the ring apron as Luke slowly pulls himself back up.

Storm turns around…

THUNDEROUS CLOTHESLINE!

THAT ALMOST TOOK HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF!

Mr. Make Believe laughs sadistically, stomping away at him until he finally decides enough is enough. He heads under the ring, grabbing a steel chair. Oh no, poor Luke Storm won’t be able to handle much more of this.

He puts the chair on the ring apron, grabbing Storm and pulling him back to his feet.

WHACK! HEAD FIRST INTO THE STEEL CHAIR ON THE APRON!

AGAIN!

AGAIN!

AGAIN!

LUKE STORM IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN!

SeeSaw rolls him onto the ring apron and follows, picking him back up and putting him in position.

NO…. DON’T DO IT…

THE TEETER TOTTER ON THE STEEL CHAIR ON THE FUCKING RING APRON! HOLY SHIT! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

LUKE STORM SLAMS DOWN ON HIS BACK, BOUNCING OFF AND HITTING THE FLOOR ONCE AGAIN!

There’s an extremely loud ‘OOOOHHHHH’ as Storm hits, followed by the sound of a crunch as he lands on the floor.

SeeSaw drops down, chuckling to himself. He rolls Storm back into the ring and follows, covering in due course.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

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SHOULDER UP! LUKE STORM GETS A SHOULDER UP!

SeeSaw can’t believe it.

His eye starts twitching.

Oh my, he’s beginning to lose it.

Mr. Make Believe slides to the outside, going back under the ring. He begins pulling out all kinds of weaponry – chairs, tables, a bag of thumbtacks, a fire extinguisher and a crowbar to name a few.

We all remember what happened the last time a Crowbar was used in a Ring King Final, don’t we?

SeeSaw slides back into the ring to meet Storm as he gets up onto all fours, dropping a Double Axe Handle across his back.

He gets back up…. Again….

ANOTHER AXE HANDLE.

The fans are beginning to choose their sides.

The noise is rising and within it is a chant…

“THE PERFECT STORM!”

Louder…

“THE PERFECT STORM!”

Louder…

“THE PERFECT STORM!”

AND HE KEEPS RISING! LUKE STORM WON’T STAY DOWN! HE KEEPS GETTING BACK TO ALL FOURS

SEESAW IS FUCKING INFURIATED!

He grabs the thumbtacks, immediately spreading them across the ring. Oh he’s going to make Luke Storm suffer here tonight!

What’s he planning?

A table is next, planted right in the middle of the ring, right over the thumbtacks. SeeSaw goes back to Luke, who’s barely getting back to his feet.

WOODY’S ROUNDUP!

NO!! LUKE STORM SPINS OUT!

BIG KICK TO THE GUT!

SNAP SUPLEX INTO THE THUMBTACKS!

OH MY GOD!

OH MY GOD!

SEESAW JUST LANDED BACK FIRST IN A SECTION OF FUCKING THUMBTACKS!

HE IMMEDIATELY SITS UP, HIS BACK ARCHED IN AGONY!

LUKE STORM DIDN’T ESCAPE UNSCATHED EITHER!

HE COVERS…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

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YES! YES!

NOOOOOOOOOOO!

SEESAW KICKS OUT!

Both men get back to their feet, digging thumbtacks out of their back as the referee begins kicking them away. There’s still a hole lot under the table that hasn’t been used and the odd one laying in the ring.

Storm lunges forward…

LIGHTNING STRIKE!

“YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” ROAR THE FANS!

SUPERKICK!

IT ONLY STUMBLES SEESAW!

ANOTHER SUPERKICK!

A SECOND LIGHTNING STRIKE AND DOWN GOES MR. MAKE BELIEVE!

STORM COVERS…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

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KICK OUT! KICK OUT!

Luke Storm is busted wide open, blood drying on his face in a crimson mask as he gets back to his feet, looking at SeeSaw who’s already stirring. He’s taken so much punishment already and because of that, the fans are truly behind him.

“THE PERFECT STORM!”

“THE PERFECT STORM!”

“THE PERFECT STORM!”

THE FANS ARE ON THEIR FEET! TONIGHT IS THE MAKING OF A NEW GOD DAMN HERO!

Luke demands something from the referee, being handed the glasses he dropped earlier.

HE PUTS THEM ON!

AND SMILES!

THE FANS GO FUCKING WILD!

SeeSaw though is back up and Luke Storm doesn’t realize it!

HE SCOOPS HIM UP FROM BEHIND!

THE TEETER TOTTER!

DEATH VALLEY DRIVER RIGHT THROUGH THE FUCKING TABLE, RIGHT ONTO THE GOD DAMN THUMBTACKS!

OH MY FUCKING GOD!

OH MY FUCKING GOD!

“YOU SICK FUCK!”

“YOU SICK FUCK!”

“YOU SICK FUCK!”

The fans show their disproval as SeeSaw gets back to his feet looking absolutely crazed. Luke Storm lays on his belly, thumbtacks stuck in his face, chest and stomach. He’s writing in agony but too afraid to move.

Mr. Make Believe stands over him, grabbing his arms.

THE STRETCH ARMSTRONG!

OH MY GOD!

HE’S GOT HIS BOOT ON THE NECK OF LUKE STORM AS HE WRENCHES BACK ON HIS ARMS!

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!

SUBMIT, STORM.

SUBMIT!

HE’S SCREAMING! HE’S FUCKING SCREAMING.

BUT HE WON’T QUIT. THOSE WORDS WON’T COME OUT OF HIS GOD DAMN MOUTH!

SEESAW IS BELLOWING WITH LAUGHTER!

BUT… BUT…

HIS SMILE SOON TURNS TO A FROWN…

BECAUSE DESPITE THE THUMBTACKS BEING SQUASHED INTO THE FACE OF HIS OPPONENT, WHO’S ONLY REPRIEVE IS WHEN HIS FACE AND CHEST ARE WRENCHED FROM THE CANVAS….

HE WON’T… FUCKING… QUIT!

Mr. Make Believe angrily snarls…

THEN STOMPS LUKE STORMS FACE DOWN INTO THE THUMBTACKS AS HE RELEASES THE HOLD!

HE ROLLS HIM OVER!

HOLY SHIT, LUKE STORM HAS THUMBTACKS IN HIS CHEEKS AND FOREHEAD. THANK GOD FOR HIS GLASSES!

THE COVER…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

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WE HAVE A RING KING WINNER!

NO!!!

KICK OUT! KICK OUT!

WHAT!?

KICK…. OUT!!

LUKE STORM KICKED OUT!

SeeSaw clutches at his head in absolute horror.

The fans are on their feet.

Can he turn this around?

Can Luke Storm best SeeSaw once more?

Mr. Make Believe gets up, grabbing the Crowbar. He looks it up and down, snarling.

“Quit! Give up! Give up or you’ll never see your daughter again!”

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Oh there’s a hero and a villain in this masterpiece tonight.

And only one will become King.

Those words though, they reverberate inside the mind of Luke Storm.

Something changes.

SeeSaw turns around, shaking his head.

And when he turns back…

LUKE STORM IS STOOD BEFORE HIM.

THE PERFECT BRUTALIZED FUCKING STORM.

LIGHTNING STRIKE!

SUPERKICK!

SEESAW STUMBLES FORWARD…

DOWNPOUR!

CODE BREAKER! CODE BREAKER!

WHAT A COMBINATION!, ONLY LUKE STORM ISN’T DONE!

HE HEADS TO THE TOP ROPE!

THHUUUUNNNNDDDEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!

MOONSAULT! MOONSAULT!

HE CALLS THAT THE PERFECT STORM!!

KILL… IT… WITH… FIRE!!!!!

HE COVERS….

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

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“YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

HE’S DONE IT! LUKE STORM HAS OVERCOME THE BEATING OF A LIFE TIME TO BECOME RING KING 2019!

UNBELIEVABLE!

THE PERFECT STORM DELIVERED ON THE BIGGEST NIGHT OF HIS CAREER!

WE HAVE A NEW KING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

ALL HAIL!

Luke gets back to his feet, having his arm raised by the referee who releases it as he stumbles into the corner. He aggressively pulls the thumbtacks from his face, dropping to his knees as the referee brings him his temporary crown.

What a match.

What a competition.

Luke Storm is your Ring King and on Slaughterhouse 189, he will be crowned.

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“RED II”
RECORDED EARLIER

Recorded Earlier.

Red.

Everywhere.

Our initial close up is of a blood soaked floor. It’s pooled everywhere within eyeshot. As the camera slowly rises, we stop to see Darby Sorrow sat covered in blood himself.

He’s pulled his knees up to his chest, holding them with arms. In his hand? A scalpel, bloodied.

And he’s not finished.

As he stands up, we see the body of Doctor Wells, led throat cut on the floor beside him. He’s about to leave when suddenly, abruptly, the lights go out.

In the pitch black, Sorrow doesn’t move an inch.

“You’re coming to look for me, aren’t you?” An altered voice booms from inside the room.

“You’re damn fucking right I am,” Sorrow bellows. “And you know hiding in the shadows won’t help you. You need me. So, stop being a coward and reveal yourself.”

There’s a pause.

“You’re right, I do need you,” the voice agrees. “There was always going to be a time when I stepped out from behind the screen and took care of business myself.”

“I know what you want but what I don’t know is why you want it,” The Gravedigger questions. “Stephen said it could cure my immortality. Why would that be of use to anyone else?”

Suddenly, the lights come back on.

There’s a flash.

Abrupt and powerful.

Darby Sorrow is suddenly grabbed by the throat and rammed into the nearest wall with such force that he can barely breathe.

It’s then that he’s staring in the face of his tormentor.

Sigil.

“Why I need it is of no concern to you,” he growls, his voice no longer altered. “But I will collect it. That, dear boy, is what I do.”

Aggressively, Sigil turns his entire head around, three hundred and sixty degrees, snapping his neck.

Darby falls to the floor in a heap.

“Worlds beyond worlds, every path has been walked before and every path shall be walked once more.”

He tilts his head.

“I’ll be seeing you at Red Snow, Darby Sorrow.”

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“THE LAST STOP”
LATER…

Ten Hours Later.

Ring King had long wrapped up by the time we arrive in the dead of night outside a large building.

There’s white vans everywhere, parked up and down the street, outside the building and beyond.

Suddenly and without warning, we see orderly’s in white uniforms rushing down the steps of the building towards the vans. There must be over a hundred of them, in unison and working together.

They approach individual vehicles in units, teams of three and begin their work.

Before you know it, they’re visibly dragging people – each of them bound in a straight-jacket, towards the stairs.

It soon becomes apparent where we are.

The Asylum.

Luke Storm.

SeeSaw

Darby Sorrow, even.

The whole Old School Wrestling roster is here and being dragged into the Asylum, one by one, by orderlies.

At the top of the steps, watching gleefully, is none other than The Butcher and The Warden.

“How long do you want me to keep them for?” He asks The Butcher, who shrugs.

“Put them on Lock Down for a week or two, I’ll call you when it’s safe to release them” he replies. “I’ll tell their families they are ‘away on business’ to keep things on the level.”

The Warden cackles.

“You know that whilst I have them, I have to put them through their paces,” The Warden says with a big smile. “It just wouldn’t be my Asylum if there wasn’t some patient on patient violence.”

The Chairman looks at him with a smile of his own, apparently in agreement.

“I must warn you though, one of these men will perish before I release them unto you,” he says sinisterly. “Call it the cost of doing such extraordinary business.”

The Butcher nods. “Do I need to know why that is?”

The Warden shakes his head.

“Very well, but not Darby Sorrow,” he growls. “I need him.”

Cut.