Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
We find ourselves back in the Slaugtherhouse, realizing that not much time has passed since the conclusion of TerrorVision #251…and Callihan is still sat against a wall, dead as a doorknob.
Not for long.
The light of living that faded has now returned to the eyes of the journalist…but it’s not hope.
“What…the…hell was that!?”
Callihan’s demand for answers is met with absolute silence as he gets back to his feet, checking his chest for a wound left behind by Tenchu’s sneak attack.
Not even a scar remains.
Callihan shakes his head in confusion, looking around for any sign of help…but none can be found here. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, noticing a few missed calls have already piled up in the time he was…out of commission.
“My editor, of course.”
Even in this strange and scary situation, the journalist can’t help but chuckle at this, putting his phone back into his pocket. The humor is quickly subsided, however, as the anger of being murdered really starts to sink in.
Tenchu doesn’t want word getting out about himself or the clan that created him…but it will, if Callihan has anything to say about it.
“He’ll wish I’d stayed dead.”
VOYNICH vs. PYRE
There’s a Bad Motherfucker and a Best Kept Secret in the ring, but who is getting the chance to be crowned queen or king?
DING! DING! Voynich is aggressive from the D of the first ding, unloading rights and lefts at All That Remains. The Queen of Flames slides back horizontally to evade a massive hook Neo style, flipping backwards to hit an enziguri to the back of Voynich’s head.
The Viennese spins 180 degrees, Pyre nails a dropkick to his back and Voynich flops across the middle rope. Pyre leaps in, reverse Bronco Buster on the middle rope. The official steps in and tells her to great it up. She clicks her fingers and like a lighter a small flame appears. That, accompanied by an Arctic stare, gives causes for the referee to back off.
It’s an opening for Voynich and Best Kept Secret turns the tables on The Queen of Flames with a one-handed running bulldog. Voynich peels Pyre off the mat, he lifts her into the air looking for MONOLITH!!!!
But Pyre slides out and counters into a reverse DDT!!!
It will take a lot more than that to end this contest!
Pyre has the momentum now. She lifts Voynich into a headlock, running to the ropes she lands a springboard bulldog. With Voynich horizontal, The Red Queen goes to the top ropes. Are we about to see some DANCING FLAMES?
Change of tactics as Pyre goes aerial with a shooting star press….Voynich rolls clear and Pyre hits the mat hard. She gets back to a vertical base, clearly hurt….ISHTAR GATE!!!! Voynich runs down one half of Bad Motherfuckers with a running lariat. Cover…
Voynich drags Pyre off the mat, he runs her to the corner but as he flips backwards, the Fire Bitch sandbags. Voynich lands on his feet but he’s quickly pounced upon, step-up shining wizard!
Voynich drops to the mat, Pyre straddling his chest, she begins to beat down with lefts and rights but the former OSW Champion pushes her off. The flame is lit inside All That Remains. As Voynich clambers back to his feet Pyre smashes him with a forearm. He staggers back onto the ropes, Pyre leaps onto his back and applies a rear chokehold.
Throwing her body mass backwards, while maintaining her grasp, The Queen of Flames drags Voynich down into a dragon sleeper….
The Austrian is fading fast as Pyre has that hold clenched strong. In steps the official for a count.
Up goes one of Voynich’s arms.
Down it drops.
The referee repeats.
The flaccid arm collapses again.
For the third and final time, Voynich’s arm is held aloft and released.
Lifelessly it drops toward the mat…
The arm stops a mere inch from the mat, held in position for a few seconds before it is slowly raised towards the sky. The crowd goes bezerk.
Voynich fights his way back to his feet. Repeated back elbows to the ribs and he’s free of Pyre. Voynich off the ropes…
The Fire Witch is floored by the Superman punch!
Voynich hoists Pyre up, lifting her vertically into the air and spiked!!!
Pyre’s wicked mind is brainbusted!
VOYNICH INTO THE FINAL-
SHOULDER UP!!! IT WAS 2.999999 REPEATED AD INFINITUM!!!
Voynich drags Pyre off the mat, she tries to fight back but he subdues her with a knee to the gut. Into a facelock, Voynich runs to the corner…
EIGHTH WONDER OF THE WORLD!!!
PYRE COUNTERS MID-AIR…
WITH A STUNNER!!!!
All That Remains is Pyre, she is one step away from being crowned Queen of The Slaughterhouse!
With that ferocious semi-final over, Voynich and Pyre have torn the fucking house down.
The Fire Bitch gets back to her feet…
Suddenly, she’s slammed into from behind with a STEEL CHAIR! A hooded person fucking blindsides her.
More storm the ring from every direction.
What the fuck is going on!?
They attack her whilst she’s grounded, pounding away at her with rights, lefts, and kicks, mugging her in the centre of the ring.
It’s the crew! It’s those who promised revenge on her! Members of the backstage crew, coupled with Monroe’s wife, are taking Pyre apart in the middle of the ring.
One of them grabs the steel chair and puts it over her head.
THEY DRIVE HER THROAT FIRST INTO THE FUCKING CANVAS! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
SHE COULD BE DEAD!
They tie her hands behind her back before dragging her damn near lifeless body under the bottom rope and to the outside.
She hasn’t moved since that vile assault.
With Zero clearly pre-occupied and Luke Storm no-where to be found, Pyre has been dismantled by those who believe she’s responsible for the arson murder of numerous people – including Stoner and Chase Monroe.
Where are they taking her?
What’re they going to do?
Will we ever see Pyre again?
CAEL GABLE vs. ISRAEL GRIMWOLF
It’s friend against friend tonight as Pirate’s Gold squares off in the semi-finals of Ring King. Israel Grimwolf, Cael Gable… Who will be walking into the final, and will they still be mateys when the dust settles?
The friends meet at the centre of the ring, exchanging a rare respectful handshake with each other before locking horns to begin the contest. Grimwolf, using his size to his advantage, manages to take the upper hand in the test of strength.
SIDE HEADLOCK, HE MARCHES GABLE OVER TO THE TURNBUCKLE!
BUT GABLE IS HAVING NONE OF IT AND SLIPS OUT THE BACK DOOR!
GRIMWOLF IS DROPPED WITH A PICTURESQUE DROPKICK!
Staggering back into the turnbuckle, Grimwolf is quick to shake off the effects of the Dropkick and aware enough of his predicament to escape the incoming elbow strike before it lands. He grabs the wrist of his First Mate, whipping Gable into the ropes.
SHOULDER BLOCK JUST TOOK GABLE OFF HIS FEET AND SENT HIM FLYING ACROSS THE RING!
HE LANDS HARD NEXT TO THE RING ROPES AND ROLLS OUT OF THE RING TO RECUPERATE!
Gable staggers about at ringside, hands on his knees. Inside the ring, Grimwolf readies himself once more. Climbing onto the ring apron, he waits for a few moments until the opportune moment before leaping overboard.
DEAD MAN’S CHEST! FROM THE APRON!
NO! GABLE DOVE OUT OF THE WAY!
GRIMWOLF HITS NOTHING BUT AIR AND CONCRETE WITH HIS FIST!
Gable escapes back inside the ring, a little game of cat-and-mouse ensuing. Grimwolf looks to follow suit as well. Gable backs off, letting his opponent get back into the squared circle before looking to continue the battle again. They lock horns again…
THE LIGHTS AROUND THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE GO OUT!
A SINGLE FLASH OF LIGHT, LIKE LIGHTNING, ILLUMINATING A SINGLE FIGURE WHO HAS APPEARED IN THE RING!
BUT THE LIGHTS CUT BEFORE WE SEE MUCH MORE!
A SECOND FLASH OF LIGHT, THE FIGURE IS STILL THERE!
GOOD LORD… THE NEKKEN!
THE NEKKEN HAS APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE!
AND THE LIGHTNING FADES TO BLACK AGAIN!
A THIRD FLASH!
AND NOW, THE NEKKEN HAS GONE… VANISHED AS QUICKLY AS IT HAD APPEARED!
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!
When the lights return to normal, we see the effect of the Nekken’s mysterious appearance in the fear etched on the faces of both members of Pirate’s Gold. Grimwolf stands, stunned, eyes wide with fear.
But it is Gable, less experienced with the one we know as the Nekken, has paled to a sheet-white and looks as if he has seen a ghost, or about to be sick… Or both. He looks positively terrified.
GABLE DIDN’T EVEN PUT HIS HANDS UP AND TOOK IT SQUARELY!
THE FEAR OF THE NEKKEN’S APPEARANCE IS PLAYING HAVOK ON GABLE’S GAMEPLAN!
AND GRIMWOLF FIGHTS THROUGH HIS OWN FEAR TO GAIN THE ADVANTAGE!
The Roaring Elbow strike from Grimwolf sent Gable staggering backwards, leaning into the ring ropes, blood leaking from his nose from the shot. Grimwolf looks determined, all friendship gone out of the window in the wake of advancing to the final. Grimwolf closes the distance between them and starts laying into Cael with left and right strikes with reckless abandon!
GABLE HASN’T MADE ANY EFFORT TO DEFEND HIMSELF.
AND NOW HE’S IN A BAD, BAD WAY!
Grimwolf relinquishes his assault momentarily, and Gable looks downright out of it. The shock of the Nekken’s appearance and disappearance has rattled him to the core, and Israel Grimwolf knows it.
DEAD MAN’S CHEST!
HE HIT IT THIS TIME, A SHOT RIGHT TO THE HEART!
GABLE DROPS LIKE A FUCKING ANCHOR!
Israel Grimwolf wastes nothing, pulling Gable away from the ropes and hooking his leg in pinfall.
GABLE HAS NOTHING LEFT, THERE’S NO MOVEMENT!
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF HAS DONE IT! HE ADVANCES TO THE FINALS OF RING KING!
Cael Gable’s gameplan was clearly thrown by the arrival of the Nekken. The shock and terror threw him, and it cost him massively. Grimwolf advances and Cael Gable is left to gather himself!
Israel rolls away from his friend, coming back to check on him almost immediately. He checks around in a panic for The Nekken, helping Cael back to his feet to a standing ovation.
PIRATE GOLD & THE NEKKEN
With their match over, Pirate Gold embrace in the middle of the ring. They’re still the tag team we know and love – they’re still best friends and sworn crewmates.
Lightning strikes the middle of the canvas once again, barely missing them both.
“We can’t hang around here me ol’ hearty,” Grimwolf beckons. “I need to hide before the Final. I can’t be seen ‘round these parts, or he’ll kill me before I get there.”
Gable agrees, nodding his head.
“We make our stand tonight,” he announces. “Forget the Tag Team Championships. I’ll have your back in the Final. We’ll hide it out until then.”
“One way or another, before the night is out, The Nekken will know that we aren’t returning to his locker, matey,” Israel says sternly.
The outline of The Nekken can be seen once again in the flash of lightning and lights.
Pirate Gold scarper to the outside, quickly heading to the backstage.
In the middle of no-where, Pyre finds herself tied to a large pole beside a pier. It’s heavy and weighted with concrete feet, keeping it in place despite her struggles.
Her arms have clear plastic bags on, filled with water and tied up to her shoulders, ensuring that no fire can escape her person.
She’s groggy but awake.
“Hello?” She calls out weakly.
“You know, a lot of planning goes into making yourself the most important person in Old School Wrestling,” a voice says calmly from behind. “From the moment I set my eyes on you, I realized you could help me create an empire.”
He chuckles to himself.
“An empyre, heh,” he remarks smugly. “You see, I created a circumstance that would beholden you to me and there was really nothing you could do about it. I set people on fire, allowed nature to take its course and then with one or two well placed voices, made you the enemy.”
She smirks – almost impressed.
“Then I had them gather and bring you to me,” he admits.
“I bet you’re really fuckin’ proud of yourself, huh big boy?” She snarls back at him. “I bet you’re sporting a chub the size of my thumb in your pants, huh?”
“You can mock me, Pyre, but you’ve yet to understand the gravity of your situation. You’re my prisoner; helpless, moments away from a watery grave and that’s if I decide you’re of no use to me. On the other hand, there’s a group of people who want you dead and a police force hell bent on finding the murderer of one of their own and I’m the only thing standing in the way of that.”
“Who the fuck are you?” She barks angrily. “Show me your fucking face you cowardly pin-dicked mother fucker.”
He finally steps forward, revealing himself.
She chuckles to herself – almost in disbelief.
“You!?” She scoffs. “Hah!”
He suddenly nods, allowing people to operate a pully system that lifts the concrete pole from the pier and begins lowering it into the water. It takes a moment but Pyre’s façade of confidence fades as the water reaches her neckline.
That’s when Simon stops them.
“How do you like my pin sized pole now?” He asks with a chuckle. “Does it satisfy you, my dear?”
“What the fuck do you want!?” She says, spitting water.
“Domination,” he replies quickly. “I’m going to create an Empire and I want you to help me do it. I want the Old School Wrestling World Championship and I won’t stop until I get it. I want you and your cronies to work for me and I want you to make that happen.”
She keeps spitting water as the waves splash against her face.
“They’ll never go for it,” she claims.
“You’re right; ordinarily, they’d refuse. But see, a Taskmaster without a plan is like Pamela without fire. You won’t like my plan, but rest assured that it’ll work.”
Pyre doesn’t say anything. She just wants out of his predicament – it’s written all over her face.
“Fine,” she reluctantly caves. “I’ll do what you want. But first, you owe me one thing,” she demands.
“What is it, my dear?” Simon says nodding to the folks who pull her back up.
“A fight,” she growls. “At Red Snow, I’m going beat your fuckin’ ass into regetting you ever crossed me, Simon.”
The Taskmaster nods and chuckles at the same time.
“Very well,” he agrees. “And I’ll also keep the authorities away from you, Pamela. You may not know it, but they were gearing up to arrest you at Ring King. I saved you from that. Don’t forget it. Now, bring her up, she has a Ring King Final to win.”
TENCHU vs. CALLIHAN
Tenchu has thwarted Callihan’s efforts to learn more about the Metal Shadown’s origins…but a headline is a headline, and not even being murdered will stop this journalist from meeting his deadline!
Tenchu is somewhat surprised to see Callihan standing across the ring from him.
Somewhat, because this is the Slaughterhouse and stranger things have happened.
But still surprising, because he saw the journalist breathe his last in their previous encounter.
Tenchu doesn’t let the shock get in his way much longer, he knows what he must do.
He lunges at the journalist…but Callihan dodges it!
And he kicks Tenchu square in the back of the knee!
It’s a rare weak point for the Metal Shadow, who drops down to the canvas.
Tenchu quickly gets back to his feet though, equally amazed by the bravery shown by Callihan.
This time it’s the journalist who takes charge, rushing the Metal Shadow in the hopes of getting an advantage…but Tenchu flips him over, sending him back first to the canvas!
Tenchu doesn’t let up here, as he keeps on the attack with some hard punches to the face and upper body of Callihan!
The journalist is squirming to escape…and eventually he does, slipping out to avoid a dangerous elbow strike!
Callihan is on the offense now, trying his damnedest to wear Tenchu down with his best kicks to the back…but Tenchu is barely fazed by this as he gets back to his feet…
…only for a dropkick by Callihan to send him flying back down!
Callihan lays in some stomps, feeling confident that he’s starting to get the upper hand here.
Tenchu slowly rises back to his feet once more as Callihan hits the ropes looking for a crossbody…but gets caught in midair with a powerslam by the Metal Shadow!
The extra weight nearly crushes Callihan as he collides with the canvas, with Tenchu going for the cover!
Somehow, Callihan has enough fight in him to kick out!
Tenchu keeps on the attack, bringing the journalist back to his feet before sending him hard into the turnbuckle with an Irish whip further blindsiding Callihan with a hard knee to the back!
Callihan looks in a bad way here, something that Tenchu is counting on as he climbs the turnbuckle…delivering a high jumping knee on the journalist in the process!
Callihan is down…but Tenchu brings him back to his feet!
After seemingly killing him just last week, the Metal Shadow wants to make sure the mission is complete!
Punch after punch, Tenchu weakens Callihan to the point where the man can barely stand on his two feet…and soon, he has no reason to!
Callihan is reeling toward the ropes, looking for some chance of escape…but Tenchu pulls him in!
He hoists Callihan upon his shoulders, delivering a devastating Death Valley Driver!
Surely that’s gotta do it? Tenchu goes for the cover!
All that extra movement put Callihan close enough to the ropes, just barely getting a foot on the bottom rope to save his chances in this match!
Tenchu absolutely cannot believe it as he brings Callihan to his feet.
He may very well kill Callihan’s chances of survival…with fire.
He picks Callihan up, looking for that Final Strike…but Callihan slips out!
Callihan, from out of nowhere, just drove Tenchu headfirst into the canvas with that reverse STO!
This is his chance to make things right! A chance to get his headline! A chance to…
…TAKE A KICK TO THE DAMN SKULL BY TENCHU!
Tenchu’s back on his feet once more, kicking Callihan in the gut!
Tenchu with the spinning inverted double underhook facebuster, slamming Callihan into the canvas before going for the cover!
Tenchu has put down Callihan here at Ring King, but as he steps out of the ring he sees the journalist stirring once more…because the hunt for that scoop just won’t die!
SIR RENAULT & PHINEAS MOODY
Red fluid spatters against a wall as we can hear a gurgling sound. The camera pans backwards as we see the end of a bloodied sword.
The gurgling sounds get louder as we move down the blade. We reach the body dressed in a carnival style. The camera pans up to the face.
Who the hell has been run through?!
The Ringmaster has been run through with a sword.
The Last Crusader wipes the blood from the blade as he looks at the Scourge. The man, or nightmare, who has tormented him for months, forcing him into a crisis of faith.
“I’m not done with you yet, Phineas.” Sir Renault states as he removes the sword from Moody’s back. “You wanted God’s Warrior, and you thought you were done with me by putting me on that cross?”
Phineas falls into Sir Renault now that the sword is gone. The Last Crusader lifts him up over his head in a crucifix position.
THE LAST CRUSADE!
The sound of body on concrete echos through the Slaughterhouse halls as Sir Renault gets to his feet.
“I’m sending you to Hell where you belong. Deus Vult!” Darth Jesus declares.
Sir Renault walks away, placing his sword back into its scabbard. As the Last Crusader walks away, we see over his shoulder the creepy grin of Phineas Moody hovering just behind the Last Crusader.
“If I’m the only voice you hear in your head, does that make me God?” Phineas’ voice rings through the head of Renault.
Sir Renault quickly turns around to see Phineas still laid out on the ground, remaining right where he landed. A shiver runs down his spine as he starts towards the locker rooms again.
A few moments pass as the sounds of the audience begin to enter the Slaughterhouse.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Time for the greatest show to begin!” the voice of Phineas Moody rings out once again to an empty hall.
“And in the centre ring? The death of a Crusade.”
The last words echo as Phineas’ body fades away.
FOUR ON FOUR WAR
SIR RENAULT, JESSIE WILLIAMS, BANZAN, AND DARKLORD vs. MORDECAI, SANDMAN, PHINEAS MOODY, AND KAINE KNIGHTLORD
Mayday! Mayday! It’s time for war and no one is safe as Sandman, Mordecai, Phineas Moody, and Kaine Knightlord take on Jessie Williams, Banzan, Darklord, and Sir Renault! Who’ll win this battle? We find out next!
That’s three superman punches and Mordecai, Moody, and Kaine are all down! Jessie backs up to deliver a fourth! He charges ! No! He’s cut in half by a monster spear delivered by Sandman!
SANDMAN IS ON TOP OF JESSIE NOW!
HE’S DIGGING HIS THUMBS INTO JESSIE’S EYES!
WILL JESSIE TAP?
BANZAN HITS THE RUNNING KNEE RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
SANDMAN GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Banzan shakes his head and tries to pull Sandman up! Low blow by Sandman! Banzan drops to a knee and Sandman makes him completely fall with a big boot straight to the skull!
SANDMAN IS HOLDING IT DOWN FOR HIS TEAM!
ITS BANZAN’S TURN TO FEEL IT!
DARKLORD DELIVERS A MASSIVE SPARTAN KICK TO THE SIDE OF SANDMAN’S HEAD!
SANDMAN DOESN’T JUST DROP TO A KNEE, HE FALLS HARD!
Darklord is livid and he yanks Sandman up just to chuck him out of the ring! He pulls up Kaine Knightlord! He grabs him by the throat! He lifts up and Kaine counters with a jumping knee strike!
DARKLORD IS ROCKED!
KAINE SLIPS BEHIND HIM AND GRABS THE ARM!
HE PULLS HIM IN!
HE HITS ALL OF THAT RIPCORD CLOTHESLINE!
HE FOLLOWS UP WITH THE NORTHERN LARIAT AND COVERS!
SIR RENAULT GRABS THE LEG AND PULLS HIM OFF!
He holds on to the leg and locks in an ankle lock! Sir Renault has that lock on nice and tight! He drops down! He has that leg grapevined now! Kaine might have to tap!
MOODY HITS RENAULT WITH HIS RIGHT IN HIS ABDOMEN!
RENAULT CURLS UP IN PAIN!
MOODY SMILES AND PULLS RENAULT UP TO HIS FEET!
THE DAZZLING, EXCITING, EXTRAORDINARY MR. MOODY!
HE HITS THE BULLHAMMER AND COVERS!
RENAULT GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
This match isn’t over yet as the crowd starts to cheer out of nowhere! Sandman has a table! He slides it into the ring! Moody and Sandman set up the table right in the middle of the ring!
WHAT DO THEY HAVE PLANNED?
SANDMAN LIES RENAULT ON THE TABLE!
MOODY CLIMBS UP THERE WITH HIM!
HE PULLS HIM UP AND KICKS HIM IN THE STOMACH!
RENAULT COUNTERS WITH A MASSIVE BACKDROP!
THE TABLE EXPLODES INTO MULTIPLE PIECES!
Everyone is down except for Sandman! Wrong! Mordecai has been waiting in the corner for an opportunity! He gets behind Sandman and hits a massive German suplex into the corner! Mordecai is feeling this! He rips off the metal bracing of the table!
MORDECAI SLIDES OUT OF THE RING!
HE GETS RIGHT BEHIND SANDMAN AND IS CHOKING HIM OUT WITH THE BRACING!
SANDMAN MIGHT HAVE TO TAKE HIS OWN 40 WINKS!
SANDMAN IS FADING!
SPARTAN KICK SENDS MORDECAI’S HEAD RIGHT INTO THE RINGPOST!
DARKLORD SAVES IT FOR HIS TEAM!
He rolls Mordecai into the ring! Sir Renault and Jessie Williams are waiting for him!
THE SUPERMAN PUNCH CONNECTS!
SIR RENAULT PULLS MORDECAI IN!
SPLASH MOUNTAIN POWERBOMB!
SANDMAN SHOVES RENAULT INTO A DIVING JESSIE!
BOTH OF THEM ARE DOWN!
SANDMAN JUMPS ONTO SIR RENAULT!
HIS THUMBS ARE DEEP IN THE EYE SOCKET AND RENAULT HAS NO CHOICE!
HE’S TAPPING OUT!
The war is over and Sandman proves why he’s still a nightmare!
JESSIE WILLIAMS & JOANNA WILLIAMS
Jessie Williams gets back to his feet in the middle of the ring, just in time to see his sister standing on the entrance ramp.
He tries to back away but knows he must face it.
He must face her.
She slides under the bottom rope and approaches.
“I can make you better,” she hisses. “Just like I promised daddy I would. You just need to submit to me, little brother.”
Jessie shakes his head profusely ‘no’.
“Not after what you’ve become,” he roars. “Never.”
“I too used to think I was better than the monsters, but my hunt showed me otherwise. I left thinking I was going to take down an entire nest – I was wrong.”
Suddenly, Jessie is attacked from behind by a FOREARM TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
HE STUMBLES FORWARD, TURNING ANGRILY!
IT’S KAINE KNIGHTLORD.
WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE!
WAIT A FUCKING GOD DAMN MINUTE!
Williams looks stunned.
His eyes are wide with anger and terror.
LOW BLOW BY JOANNA!
THE PRINCE CRUMBLES TO HIS FUCKING KNEES!
JESSIE WILLIAMS IS IN DEEP TROUBLE!
“She came for me,” Knightlord announces, standing over him. “And I turned her, Jessie. I became her sire.”
JOANNA WILLIAMS IS A FUCKING VAMPIRE! OH MY GOD!
“There’s a special bond between a Vampire and the Kine they turn,” he says as Joanna joins him by his side, indulging in a vampiric kiss. “She now belongs to me, little boy.”
Jessie’s eyes well up with tears. Whilst it’s true that he never entirely liked his stepsister, the last thing he’d ever want is this. They were taught to hunt evil, and this is what she’s become.
“Now,” she hisses smarmily. “I may not have been able to teach you to be a better hunter, but we can teach you to be better.”
Joanna steps forward and grabs her brother by the throat, pulling him back to his feet. She’s going to turn him, right in the middle of this ring.
Sensibilities Stripped Away, and I will not follow.”
The heavy guitar of Ghost Town begins playing as Ash Williams steps out onto the stage, sending the crowd into absolute raptures.
Joanna immediately drops her brother and rushes back to Knightlord as Ash runs down the entrance ramp to make the save.
He slides into the ring, just in time to see Kaine and Joanna escape to the outside.
“Daddy!” Jo whines.
Ash helps his son back to his feet, patting him on the back.
This situation couldn’t be any worse.
Joanna Williams went on a hunt and found Kaine Knightlord, who turned her. She went from Kine to Kindred and now they’re together.
One way or another, Jessie Williams knew what he had to do and called in the reinforcements.
Ash Williams is back.
But is daughter as he knew her is long gone.
PIRATE GOLD vs. HMP vs. FOR vs. bMf ©
The reign of bMf has put a tonne of respect on the name of the OSW Tag Team Championships. All three contenders have challenged at various times, but tonight bMf fight them all at once. Surely this is the biggest challenge yet to their dominance of the division?
Inside the ring the numbers don’t stack up. For a start Pirate Gold are not present – are they late or will they even make it following that earlier incident? And where the fuck is Pyre? Zero stands alone inside the ring to defend the tag titles.
That’s exactly the kind of odds Nigel Royal likes to wager on and he sends in “his muscle”, former OSW Champion Albie Shaw, “The Guv’nor”, to get this bout started.
Shaw rushes the cyborg, taking him into a collar-elbow tie-up and using his strength to push Zero into a corner. The former convict unleashes some savage body shots to the VHS Champion, then drives an elbow into the cyborg’s head. Zero is spluttering after that violence, Shaw tags in Royal.
The Bloodline to Greatness wastes no time getting on top of Zero. Hard clubs to the back of the neck and shoulders, then an arm wrench and twist, flipping Zero over into a seated position. Royal transitions to a sleeper hold and drags Zero back to his feet but The Hacker counters with a mule kick, then bouncing off the ropes…
THE BAD MOTHERFUCKER FLOORS THE ARISTOCRAT!!!
Back to his feet, Zero charges the corner of the Faces of Reason. A hard right knocks Simon off the ring apron, then a hangman to Two-Face. Shaw steps in through the ropes but the ref cuts him. That’s the opening for Royal…
The Millionaire grapples Zero and launches him with a devastating belly to belly suplex. Three more follow.
Simon intervenes to break the fall.
There is more commotion as the official to distracted by Simon, who isn’t rushing out of the ring. Royal shouts at Shaw, but he holds his arms out in protest, gesturing that he’s bound by the rules to stay in their corner.
By now Zero is back on his feet. Royal turns straight into a chokehold!
Zero lifts The Bloodline…
ZERO HAS THIS WON ALREADY!
Two-Face drags the referee out of the ring. And that’s the cue for Faces of Reason to slide in and begin a double team beatdown on Zero. The Hacker tries to fight back but the odds are against him.
DOUBLE VERTICAL SUPLEX!!!!
The Faces of Reason make a quick exit as Albert Shaw charges towards them. The Guv’nor is calling for them to get back into the ring but they head to their corner. Behind all this Royal has rolled on top of Zero…
The Bad Motherfuckers aren’t beaten yet.
Royal decides to take a high risk approach, climbing to the top rope.
SPITFIRE!!!! FROG SPLASH!!!
Faces of Reason pull down the top rope and Royal gets flushed!
Simon tags himself in and begins to lay into Zero with knife edge chops to the chest but the cyborg counters with a stiff headbutt, then runs The Taskmaster down with a running shoulder. Simon scrambles and tags in Two-Face. Zero tries to cut off The Fracture…
FLIP THE COIN!!!
Cover from Two-Face…
Two-Face slams the canvas hard. Simon calls for a tag, which The Split obliges. Simon wastes not a second before Zero is facing…
Zero is writhing, even his augmented body can’t cope with this pressure. The CPU is about to crash!
HE’S TAPPING OUT!!!!
Meanwhile, the official has been distracted by shenanigans from another corner. He didn’t see Two-Face tag in Simon, so in his eyes Simon is not the legal man!!!
HE THROWS OUT THE SUBMISSION!!!!
Simon releases the hold and, along with Two-Face, begins protesting to the referee. The man in stripes is having none of it, ordering Simon back to the corner.
Albie Shaw ends the dispute with a claymore kick. He’s run out of patience and Simon has paid for it. Two-Face turns their fury on The Guv’nor but here comes a flurry of elbow strikes…
The Guv’nor grabs Two-Face and whips him across the ring, unwittingly towards the now standing Zero…
PUNK CITY KILLER!!!!!
STUNNER TO TWO-FACE!!!
The Split flops back towards HMP’s corner and Royal tags into the match.
Zero is engaged in a stare down with Shaw. Royal slips on some brass knux.
BRASS KNUX TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!!!
ZERO GETS CLOCKED!!!!
Royal has this won, he believes, and orders Shaw away. The Guv’nor starts to turn away, but he changes his mind.
CLAYMORE KICK TO ROYAL!!!
SHAW HAS TAKEN OUT HIS OWN PARTNER!!!
Albie Shaw drags Zero over Royal and rolls out of the ring.
The ref counts…
bMf retain the tag team titles but Albie Shaw has fucked over Nigel Royal again. Could that be The Guv’nor signing his own death sentence?
ALBIE SHAW & NIGEL ROYAL
Albie Shaw stands over Nigel Royal in the middle of the ring, having betrayed him here tonight.
He’s done being his fucking slave.
He’s done being a victim.
“You’ve made a grave mistake,” Royal says, checking his lip to see if it’s busted.
The Bloodline to Greatness gets back to his feet, angrily pushing Shaw backwards.
“I told you what I’d do if you crossed me,” he roars.
Shaw shakes his head.
“Don’t you even fuckin’ think about it, mate,” he growls. “I’ve been your errand boy for months, taking orders and doing your bidding.”
“Do you remember why, you idiot?” Royal says. “It’s because I have your son.”
The crowd roar with boos.
“That’s right, isn’t it Shaw?” Nigel asks, pacing. “A few days after Up in Smoke, I travelled back to London England and found your son, Archie.”
“Nanny says that you’re a friend of my mummies,” he says innocently. “She passed away recently.”
“That’s right,” Royal admits. He reaches an arm out to put a hand on the boys shoulder. “But I’m more than that.”
The boy doesn’t understand.
“I’m your father,” he admits. “And I’ve come to take you back to America with me. How does that sound?”
“Who’s convinced that I’m his father,” Nigel continues with a sinister smirk. “I warned you that if you crossed me, I would put your son in a boarding school and you’d never find him, ever again.”
Albie Shaw now rests in the corner against the turnbuckle – a different man than we’re used to.
His eyes are focused on the canvas, but the fans are suddenly behind him.
“SHAW! SHAW! SHAW!” Chant the audience in unison.
Something has changed.
The entire arena is on their feet and Nigel Royal can’t believe it.
GB FUCKING H!
ALBIE SHAW DAMN NEAR TAKES HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF WITH A CLAYMORE KICK!
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
“YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” ROAR THE CROWD!
He grabs Royal by the arm and secures him in the position. Oh man, we’ve seen this before but not for a long time.
“TAKE HIS FINGER,” CLAP CLAP CLAP! “TAKE HIS FINGER!” CLAP CLAP CLAP!
Shaw reaches into his pocket and pulls out his tool of choice, placing it over a finger of a waking Royal.
“Please,” he begs. “P-Please, don’t..” he cries, damn near pissing his fucking pants.
“You used to hold all the cards, mucker,” he admits. “But the boy is my son and I’m gonna take a fuckin’ finger every week until you give him back.”
The Bloodline to Greatness shakes his head emphatically.
Royal’s scream echoes loudly throughout the arena as Albie takes his finger there and there in the middle of the ring. Blood spurts out, but that doesn’t bother Shaw.
“You’ve got nine fingers left,” he growls. “How many more you wanna lose before I beat you to fuckin’ death at Red Snow?”
He steps backwards, placing the finger into his pocket to cheers from the crowd.
Suddenly, everyone here is behind Albie Shaw.
Nigel Royal squirms on the canvas, bleeding profusely from his hand as we cut.
THE IMPALER vs. CXDY vs. SANCTUS BELLATOR vs. CORVUS ©
DOUBLE ADAM SMASHER!
WHAT THE FUCK!?
IMPALER JUST STEAMROLLED CXDY AND SANCTUS WITH DUAL LARIATS!
Even the stoic assassin, Corvus, can’t subdue a raised eyebrow, as he eyes the 6’8, 295-pound Dread Pirate Roberts warily…
Corvus darts towards the corner—
THE HIDDEN BLADE RUNS UP THE TURNBUCKLES…
IMPALER CATCHES HIM IN MID-AIR!
HE’S GOT HIM ON HIS SHOULDER – OH, SHIT!
NIGHT CITY BLACK—CUT-THROAT DRIVER!
CORVUS COUNTERS THE POWERBOMB WITH A HURRICANRANA DRIVER!
Impaler is driven headfirst into the mat, as Corvus rolls to safety. The Rewind Champion tears into the ropes…
BUT THE ARM OF GOD SNATCHES HIM!
SANCTUS PAYS TRIBUTE TO LUX WITH LA MISTICA!
Flooring Corvus with the headscissors-armbar takedown, the luchador cranks the hold!
WILL THE BLACK HAND TAP OUT!?
DOES SANCTUS HAVE A LITTLE DIVINE INTERVENTION ON HIS SIDE!?
THE REFLECTION OF PERFECTION SHATTERS HIS DREAMS!
CXDY rips Bellator off of Corvus, scooping him up onto his shoulders—
FIREMAN’S CARRY ROLL ONTO CORVUS!
CXDY PANCAKES SANCTUS, AND CRUSHES THE CHAMPION!
He’s just getting started…
DOUBLE-JUMP, DOUBLE-DECKER, DOUBLE-WHOPPER MOONSAULT – CALL IT WHAT YOU WILL!
THAT WAS—*CHEF’S KISS*—PERFECTLY EXECUTED!
Sanctus rolls off of Corvus, leaving CXDY to hook the leg.
THIS COULD BE IT!
THE GOLD STANDARD IS GETTING CROWNED!
Corvus’ contract isn’t up yet.
CXDY gets to his feet—
BUT HERE COMES THAT BIG BASTARD, THE IMPALER!
HE RAGDOLLS SECOND TO NONE WITH AN ABDOMINAL STRETCH!
CXDY hollers in pain, as his organs threaten to burst out of him!
LEGION MANHANDLES HIM INTO A PUMPHANDLE SLAM!
Standing tall over his adversaries, Impaler motions that the Rewind title is his for the taking…
But Corvus objects.
Nursing possibly broken ribs—besides a six-inch, one-hundred pound deficit—the killer motions for the latest in a lineage to bring it!
Dread Pirate Roberts obliges!
IMPALER LOCKS IN A COLOSSAL BEAR HUG ON CORVUS!
HE’S SQUEEZING HIM LIKE A TUBE OF TOOTHPASTE!
The Crow squawks in agony, as the grappler uses his boa-constrictor arms to squeeze the life out of him!!
THE BLACK HAND HOVERS PRECARIOUSLY – WILL HE SUBMIT!?
PALM STRIKE, PALM STRIKE, PALM STRIKE!
IMPALER DROPS CORVUS!
Struggling to his feet, The Hidden Blade hits the ropes…
The MURDER OF BLOWS leaves no victim, as Corvus falls to his knees, sucking wind!
Smirking under his half-mask, Impaler advances—
BELLATOR SPRINGBOARDS OFF OF CORVUS’ BACK!
SANCTUS SENDS IMPALER PACKING WITH A HURRICANRANA!
Before he can capitalise, however, a revitalised CXDY spins him round, fist clenched—
CXDY holds back, as he observes The Chosen One’s handiwork. He nods to the corner over Bellator’s shoulder, which Sanctus acknowledges.
Both men head towards opposite turnbuckles…
Impaler rolls onto his back and looks up—
DOUBLE-DOUBLE DIVING FOOT STOMP BY CXDY AND SANCTUS!
IRONICALLY, THEY MIGHT’VE GONE STRAIGHT THROUGH THE IMPALER!
CXDY makes a cover.
HE’S GOING TO STEAL IT FROM UNDER BELLATOR’S NOSE!
SANCTUS BREAKS IT UP!
Shoving CXDY aside, he pins Impaler’s shoulders himself.
WILL BELLATOR LIFT THE REWIND TITLE AS HIS HOLY GRAIL!?
CHRIST’S FORGOTTEN SON IS PRAYING FOR THE THREE!
CORVUS STICKS HIS BEAK IN!
Sanctus shakes off the cobwebs. He pulls Corvus to his feet and kicks him in the gut – further aggravating his injuries.
HE GETS HIM UP IN THE CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB!
Ode to Bellatorum…
THE HIGH CROSS!
WAIT – CORVUS LANDS ON HIS FEET!
Sanctus spins round—
The Hidden Blade unsheathes an overhead Pelé kick!
CXDY ROCKS HIS SHIT WITH A 540° ROUNDHOUSE KICK, IN HOMAGE TO TYLER BROOKS!
Sanctus collapses in a heap, leaving CXDY and Corvus to stare each other down.
THROAT THRUST; PALM STRIKE; JUMPING EL—
CXDY BLOCKS THE MURDER OF BLOWS!
HAND SLAPS; SPINNING CHOP; ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
THE GOLD STANDARD LINES UP THE SINGLE-LEG DROPKICK…
BLACK FREAKING MIST!
CXDY AND CORVUS WITH THE DUELLING COMBOS, ONLY FOR THE IMPALER TO SPEW THAT VILE, BLINDING SHIT IN THEIR EYES!
Impaler grabs CXDY…
NIGHT CITY BLACKOUT!
HE DEMOLISHES HIM WITH THE RUNNING SINGLE-SHOULDER POWERBOMB!
Legion snatches his next target, Corvus, onto his shoulder—
NIGHT CITY BLACKOU—
BLACK HAND’S BLADE!
CORVUS HITS THE RKO OUTTA NOWHERE!
Impaler eats canvas, and Corvus crawls on top of him.
CORVUS IS GOING TO TAKE THE BELT BACK INTO THE SHADOWS WITH HIM!
THE CHAMPION TO RETAIN!?
SANCTUS, BY SOME MIRACLE, STOPS IT!
Bellator yanks Corvus up. He subdues him with a shot to the gut, then leads him to the corner. Scaling the ropes with Corvus in tow, Sanctus slings his arm behind his neck…
TOP-ROPE SPANISH FLY – IMPERTIO!
SANCTUS PLANTS CORVUS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
The holy warrior drapes his arm over the Champion’s chest.
MY GOD, THIS HAS TO BE IT!
COME HEAVEN OR HELL, IT’S OVER!
With that match over, CXDY gets back to his feet. He’s exhausted, but there’s only one thing on his mind; his family.
Suddenly, the tron flickers.
It’s CXDY’s family, tied to chairs in an unknown location. They look dirty, terrified and broken.
“I’ve been trying to convince them that they’re my family,” a rickety voice says from behind the camera. “But they keep asking for you.”
“You,” he whines again.
“Always fucking you.”
CXDY HITS THE CANVAS WITH A THUD!
IT’S FUCKING SEESAW!
OH MY GOD!
SEESAW WAS THE OBSESSED STALKER! ALL THIS TIME IT WAS HIM!
He mounts CXDY, slamming him with right and left hands, violently beating the living shit out of him, all the while screaming.
“THEY’RE MINE!” He roars. “THEY’RE MY FAMILY, NOT YOURS!”
Something has snapped inside of Mr. Make Believe. He’s so desperately wanted a family of his own that he’s tried to take the one belonging to Cody Williams.
He finally gets off Williams, pacing the ring as CXDY tries to use to the ropes to get back up.
“They won’t love me until you’re dead and gone,” he announces. “They won’t love me. They just won’t.”
CXDY gets back to his feet, slumping in the corner.
“Just give me my family back,” he pleads. “I beg of you; I’ll do anything you want, just don’t hurt them.”
SeeSaw tilts his head.
“Hurt them?” He questions angrily. “I love them, Cody.”
That almost breaks Williams, who begins crying.
“It’s you I’m going to hurt.”
SeeSaw exits the ring, slowly backing away.
There’s a sinister smile on his face.
“There’s only one way that you see them again,” SeeSaw announces. “That’s at Red Snow, inside The Toybox.”
CXDY knows what that means.
No-one has ever survived The Toybox.
This is a trap and he knows it. But what choice does he have?
“I’ll be there,” he roars. “I’ll fucking be there.”
BANZAN, LEIF HELVIG & DARKLORD
Banzan and Leif Helvig head into an abandoned mine, deep underground. They’ve come together at the request of Darklord, who has information.
Neither trust one another and neither wants to take even one eye off the other.
They enter a large room, where Darklord awaits.
“What have you found?” Helvig growls angrily. “Is it proof that I did not commit the murder you accuse me of?”
“I spent many moons in your world looking for answers to that very question and finally, I have concluded my search for the truth,” he says stoically. “It was staring us in the face all along.”
With Darklord’s eyes focused on Banzan, Leif steps to one side, his head tilted.
“One man struck a deal with our deceased enemy,” Darklord announces as if he’s Perry Mason.
“Hang on,” Banzan interrupts. “Now you accuse me?”
Helvig has heard enough.
SPEAR TO BANZAN! SPEAR TO BANZAN!
HE TAKES HIM NEARLY OUT OF HIS SHOES AND TO THE DIRT!
As Helvig begins swinging wildly with left and right hands, a hand reaches out, grabbing his arm, attaching something to it.
IT’S A SHACKLE!
WHAT THE FUCK!?
Helvig turns around, realizing that Darklord stands over him, holding the other half of the shackle that once kept him captive.
“War occurs on many fronts,” Darklord grunts, smashing the other side of the chain into Helvig’s face. Blood spurts out, stunning him. “There’s the physical, the mental and the tactical.”
“You?” Leif groggily realizes.
“I wanted to fight the best warrior that Earth had to offer, and I believed you to be it,” he surmises. “I held you captive and tortured you, before allowing Banzan to mount a rescue.”
He hits him one more time in the face with the chain bracelet, dropping him to his knees.
“This must be familiar to you, Helvig. You wanted to fight the strongest warrior available, so you attacked Banzan – therein, you made your biggest tactical mistake,” Darklord says, grabbing him by the blooded chin as he kneels. “You should’ve come for me, human. I’ve beaten you physically, mentally and tactically. All that’s left is to destroy you.”
FROM BEHIND IS BANZAN WITH A STEEL PIPE!
ANOTHER SHOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
DARKLORD FALLS TO HIS KNEES, RELEASING HELVIG!
“RUN!” Banzan yells.
Leif somehow gets back to his feet, both men running from a stunned Darklord, who kneels in the dirt behind them.
What’s going to happen next?
Darklord was responsible for all of this.
All of it.
SEESAW vs. VOYNICH vs. HOLLYWOOD LUKE STORM ©
The Truman Show meets Fight Club as Voynich finds himself somehow the star of the silver screen. SeeSaw and Hollywood Luke Storm look hell bent on making another scene here tonight at his expense. But in all of this, somebody is still walking away tonight with the Double Feature Championship.
Luke Storm takes somewhat of a back seat to the start of the action, opting instead to sit behind the camera of his GoPro as SeeSaw charges straight in towards Voynich, going straight for the jugular. THROAT THRUST TAKES THE WIND OUT OF VOYNICH’S SAILS STRAIGHT AWAY! He staggers backwards…
SEESAW TAKES HIM OUT WITH A CACTUS CLOTHESLINE THAT DRIVES BOTH MEN OVER THE TOP ROPE!
WE’RE JUST STARTING AND THIS IS SPILLING OUT!
SeeSaw lands on his feet and he has Voynich back to a groggy vertical base within moments, hurling him into the crowd barricade. SeeSaw backs away for a moment before hurtling back at Voynich once again.
A RUNNING KNEE LIFT TO VOYNICH!
HE DRILLS HIM BACK INTO THE STEEL BARRICADE!
THIS NIGHT HAS NOT STARTED WELL FOR VOYNICH AT ALL!
SeeSaw continues his assault, laying lefts and rights wildly across the head of Voynich until the Best Kept Secret has the wherewithal to parry a strike.
VOYNICH BLOCKS A LEFT! HE CATCHES SEESAW’S RIGHT!
AND PLANTS ONE HELL OF A HEADBUTT RIGHT IN BETWEEN!
SEESAW STAGGERS BACKWARDS, AND LUKE STORM CHUCKLES TO HIMSELF FROM WITHIN THE RING… BEHIND THE CAMERA!
The small chuckle from Storm is enough to capture Voynich’s attention. With his eyes trained on the Champion, eyeballing the video camera, he lines SeeSaw up.
THE SUPERMAN PUNCH JUST SENT SEESAW INTO NEXT WEEK!
AND SEESAW DROPS FASTER THAN A TOYSTORE’S PRICES ON BLACK FRIDAY!
Voynich steps over the carcass of SeeSaw and slides into the ring to face Storm. Seeing him coming, Storm had placed the camera underneath the turnbuckle and readies himself for the incoming onslaught.
And it hits, with the force of a hurricane, Voynich comes forth.
STORM AND VOYNICH EXCHANGE CLUBBING BLOWS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
LEFT AND RIGHT, LEFT AND RIGHT!
NEITHER MAN WANTS TO BACK DOWN!
BUT IT IS STORM THAT GAINS THE UPPER HAND, WITH A THUMB TO THE FUCKING EYE BEHIND THE REF’S BACK!
VOYNICH IS BLINDED AND STORM CAPITALISES WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER THAT TAKES VOYNICH DOWN!
SeeSaw is still out at ringside, so Storm add insult to injury, toe kicking the carcass of Voynich in the ribs and striking a ‘Hollywood’ pose with a foot upon Voynich’s chest. He panders, not to the crowd but to the camera he had set up. Then, without warning…
STORM HITS THE DECK!
HIS LEGS GO OUT FROM UNDER HIM THANKS TO A WELL TIMED SWEEP FROM A DOWNED VOYNICH!
THERE’S LIFE IN HIM!
Voynich staggers to his feet, as a slightly bewildered Storm follows suit. Both men reach their feet at about the same time but it is Voynich who strikes first. A ROUNDHOUSE KICK STOPS STORM IN HIS TRACKS!
VOYNICH TAKES STORM DOWN WITH A SHOULDER TACKLE AND STARTS LAYING INTO HIM WITH MOUNTED ELBOW STRIKES!
BAM! BAM! BAM!
RIGHT INTO THE PRETTYBOY FACE OF HOLLYWOOD!
THAT IS… UNTIL SEESAW WRENCHES HIM OFF STORM AND GRABS HIM BY THE THROAT!
SEESAW FROM NOWHERE IS CHOKING VOYNICH OUT!
Voynich, owing to the unexpected attack from SeeSaw begins fading quickly. But he has enough awareness to grab the ring ropes, leveraging himself to break the choke by leaping onto the ring apron.
SeeSaw aims a strike at Voynich from across the ring rope, but Voynich drive his head and shoulder into SeeSaw’s chest, giving him a little space.
VOYNICH CLIMBS THE CORNER TURNBUCKLE!
A LIGHTNING QUICK MISSILE DROPKICK TO SEESAW FROM THE TOP ROPE!
STORM IS DOWN! SEESAW IS DOWN!
AND VOYNICH IS ON FUCKING FIRE!
Voynich shakes the ring rope in exuberance, as the Slaughterhouse fans rise to their feet and roar in approval. Finally, he turns, only to find not just SeeSaw but Luke Storm as well, both now standing opposite him.
Both glaring at him.
Both ready to attack.
And attack they do.
VOYNICH BLOCKS SEESAW’S HAYMAKER… BUT STORM HITS HIM WITH ONE MOMENTS LATER!
HE STAGGERS BACK!
LIGHTNING STRIKE FROM LUKE STORM! THE SUPERKICK HITS SQUARE!
CATASTROPHIC COLLIDER CACOPHONY FROM SEESAW!
HE HEADLOCKS VOYNICH AND CHARGES INTO THE ROPES, THEN REBOUNDS WITH THE MASSIVE BULLDOG!
AND SEESAW COVERS FOR THE PIN!
VOYNICH HAS TO BE OUT!
LUKE STORM PULLS SEESAW OFF VOYNICH!
HE WANTS THE PIN FOR HIMSELF!
The pair argue for a moment or two, before the heat of the moment gets the better of them and they begin exchanging blows with each other.
ELBOW STRIKE FROM STORM STAGGERS SEESAW!
BUT SEESAW HITS BACK WITH A HEADBUTT!
GALE FORCE FROM STORM! HE HIT THE STUNNER AND SEESAW IS DOWN!
BUT THERE’S MOVEMENT BEHIND HIM!
HE GRABS STORM, ROLLING HIM UP UNEXPECTEDLY INTO A SCHOOLBOY PIN!
THAT’S IT! VOYNICH WINS! VOYNICH TAKES IT OUT FROM UNDERNEATH HOLLYWOOD LUKE STORM’S NOSE!
YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEEEEEEEEW DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION!
Luke Storm is beyond pissed, but the Championship belt goes to Voynich. After everything they threw at him, Voynich found a way to weather the storm, ride out the SeeSaw, and stand victorious tonight as the Double Feature Champion.
He gets back to his feet and celebrates with the title in the air, only a portal opens, pulling him through it.
Where the fuck has Sigil taken Voynich?
Luke Storm has been through the battle of his life tonight.
He exits the ring and heads up the entrance ramp, stopping at the top.
POP! POP! POP!
Explosions suddenly roar from the entrance ramp, sending fireworks shooting into the arena with ferocity, right from where Storm stood.
There’s the crowd murmuring, unsure of what they’ve seen.
But when it clears, Luke Storm kneels, having somehow managed to roll away in the knick of time.
He looks exhausted, both mentally and physically. Something is going on here. Someone has been trying to kill him for months.
Just then, a figure steps out of the smoke from behind.
“Why won’t you die?” He asks.
IT’S FUCKING DEATHNOTE!
HE’S CARRYING HIS BOOK!
He angrily tosses it down on the stage in front of Storm. Hollywood looks at it, realizing that his name is scrawled inside.
Deathnote grabs him.
TURN THE PAGE!
SISTER ABIGAIL RIGHT ONTO THE FUCKING BOOK!
The Author of Death gets back to his feet.
“Your name has been in my book for the longest time, Luke,” he says whilst standing over him. “The story had been written. The movie was supposed to be the beginning of your end but every time your end arrives, your story changes.”
He bends down to pick up the book.
We can see the words Lucas Newton with a description scribbled next to it – firework explosion.
But that obviously didn’t happen.
“I tried to take you with a bullet, with a car and now with explosions – each as the book described, yet you’ve survived. I know I can’t kill you permenantly here, not with The Endless – but you should’ve died none the less. You’re the ultimate escapist, but that ends now. No-one defies the book, Lucas. No-one.”
He backs away, looking at Storm who lays unconscious.
“Your Death Day is December 18th 2021,” Deathnote says, reading from the book. “Red Snow. The book now reads a new manner of death; Deathnote. The Endless be damned.”
The Author cackles.
SIGIL vs. ZERO ©
A puppet manouvered by unseen forces, Zero’s virus has led him into direct conflict with the Collector but can Sigil do what so many have tried and end the greatest title reign in OSW history or will he become just another victim?
The bell sounds as both men rush forward, fists a flying as a Roundhouse is ducked under and a Superman Punch is deflected before both men leap up high with Dropkicks that cancel eachother out.
Sigil is faster on his feet as he rolls forward, sliding underneath a clothesline, gripping Zero from behind as he pushes forward, trying for a German Suplex.
Zero grips hold of the ropes, causing Sigil to fall back to the mat as the VHS Champion rushes forward
Sigil blinked out of the way of the Bionic Clothesline at the last second, Zero searching all around for the Collector who materializes with a stiff kick to the gut
SNAP ARM TRAP DDT!
Sigil drops Zero to the mat in an instant as he floats over for the cover
ZERO JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Zero backs up to his knee as Sigil bends down, putting his fingers an inch apart from the champions face, taunting him with how close he was.
Zero just nods his head before nearly breaking that damn mask with a vicious headbutt. The Collector staggers back into a spear from Zero, who slams him down to the mat with a brutal assault of lefts and rights
Zero nails Sigil with a heavy right that stuns the challenger before getting to his feet and sizing up the slowly rising Sigil.
BIONBUST…SIGIL JUST DUCKS UNDER THE RUNNING BLOCKBUSTER!
Zero rolls to his feet on impact, running right into a hard roundhouse right before he’s spun around
GERMAN SUPLEX… O’CONNER ROLL! Zero counters the suplex into a rollup out of nowhere as the referee drops down for the cover
SIGIL JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Sigil gets to his feet into mimickery from the champion, showing the Collector just how close he was to defeat.
The Collector retaliates with a clawed hand and an attempt at a mat trip but Zero manages to stay on his feet. Sigil gets to his feet, the claw still locked on as he tries to force Zero over his knee but the VHS Champion manages to slip out
Zero sends Sigil flying across the ring with that Bionic Assisted Headscissors., The Collector rolls to his feet, rushing forward
RIGHT INTO THE FIREWALL!
Sigil is stunned on his feet as Zero wastes no time, gripping him around the throat before powering the Collector up high in the air
BEFORE NEARLY PLANTING HIM THROUGH THE MAT WITH ABSOLUTE ZERO!
Zero quickly hooking the leg for the cover
SIGIL JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP! BUT ZERO CATCHES THE ARM AS IT RISES!
He spins around, wrapping around the Collectors head before locking in the Bionic Vice before Sigil can even blink!
The Collector is in massive trouble here, Zero choking him out with that brutal power as he’s trapped in the middle of the ring, unable to gain sanctuary from the ropes.
Sigil tries regardless, pulling himself inches forward on the mat as Zero sinks in the Vice deeper and deeper, The Collector’s fingertips teasing alongside his satchel as he’s just able to reach inside for a moment before the VHS Champion pulls him back into the middle of the ring.
Sigil is screaming in pain, Zero trying to break his fucking neck with Bionic fury as The Collector raises his arm up high, wavering in anticipation to tap
But Zero won’t get the satisfaction of submission tonight
BECAUSE HE GETS A FACEFULL OF BLACK GOO INSTEAD!
Zero quickly lets go of the hold, backing up on the mat as he claws away at the vile substance threatening to eat away at his visor, droplets hitting his exposed skin, burning his flesh as they do. All the while Sigil watches on, catching his breath as a sadistic smile crosses his face.
Zero staggers up to his feet RIGHT INTO A BRUTAL FINITE that nearly takes his goddamn head off, Sigil leaning down as he slowly urges the substance back into a vile, the foreign invader having done it’s job.
Zero slowly gets to his feet into a brutal knee to the jaw before the Collector rushes to the ropes, bouncing off
LEAPING DOUBLE STOMP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! THAT COULD BE IT RIGHT THERE AS THE COLLECTOR DROPS DOWN FOR THE COVER!!
DO WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION?
ZERO JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP! 2.9999
Sigil pulls the hurting champion up, drilling him with another hard knee to the jaw before spinning him around, gripping him around the waist and running Zero into the turnbuckles.
Sigil rolls through before leaping up high
Zero’s slipped out of the German, punching Sigil hard in the face… BUT… BUT… HE DROPS TO HIS KNEES, HOLDING HIS VISOR! WHAT THE FUCK HAS HAPPENED TO ZERO?
The Collector leaps once more.
Both men are high up in the air as Sigil blocks a roundhouse punch before drilling Zero with a brutal headbutt and hoisting the VHS Champion up onto his shoulders. Sigil has a hold of both arms as he begins spinning in place, screaming into the night as both men plummet to the mat
KILL IT WITH FUCKING FIRE!
Sigil hits the Kinniku Buster as both men are spent, Sigil just barely having enough energy to flop over onto Zero for the cover
IS THIS IT??
THREE!!!! WE HAVE A NEW VHS CHAMPION!
The Collector does it, doing what no man could do in ten months as he ends the longest title reign in OSW history and becomes the new VHS Champion
Sigil has beaten Zero!
The incredible 11 month run as VHS Champion has come to a torrid end here tonight, and someone is to blame for it.
The Collector rolls Zero over and mounts him, grabbing him by the head.
“Who the fuck are you?” He yells into the Visor. “Show yourself, or I’ll kill your weapon.”
When the lights come back on, something is falling from the sky.
DAGGER TO THE THROAT!
IT’S FUCKING CORVUS!
CORVUS WITH A DAGGER TO THE THROAT OF SIGIL! THE COLLECTOR FALLS BACK, SPLURT SPURTING OUT OF HIS NECK LIKE A FUCKING KETCHUP PACKET!
The Crow gets back to his feet and wipes his blade off.
Sigil holds his neck, trying to survive just long enough to find out what the fuck is going on.
“You simply had to meddle, didn’t you Collector?” Corvus says, looming over him. “The Black Hand will not have you interfere in our plan.”
“Why did you want the bones?” Sigil says under duress, almost at a whisper.
Corvus simply folds his arms, refusing to answer.
The roar from Sigil comes out of no-where and Zero suddenly tackles Corvus from behind, slamming him into the canvas. The Hacker immediately starts wailing on him with bionic fists to the face, beating the holy shit out of him in the middle of the ring.
Wait a minute, this was a setup?
Did Zero and Sigil work together to find out who’s responsible for all of this?
Corvus has been busted wide open – bloodied from his forehead and mouth. Zero stands up, pulling him to his feet by his throat and readying a final blow.
“You’ve been inside my head for months, making me do things and you thought I wouldn’t notice?” He growls angrily at The Black Hand.
Suddenly, the bionic arm he holds Corvus with gives way, powering down. He drops The Black Hand and stumbles backwards, unable to lift his arm.
The Hacker Corvus used is still inside his software. He can’t move his arm!
With Sigil having bled out, Zero backs away, falling through the ropes to the outside. He’s gonna escape, it’s the only thing he can do.
Corvus lays unconscious in the middle of the ring. He turned Zero into a weapon, but why?
He had Zero acquire those small bones, but why?
There’s so much we’ve yet to learn, but what we do know is Corvus was behind the Hacking of Zero and this one is far, far from over.
SANCTUS BELLATOR & THE IMPALER
Sanctus Bellator once again finds himself deep beneath the ground surrounded by a plethora of corpses. He looks around himself confusion, glancing in every direction as he feverishly looks around the room for something before a voice interrupts him.
The voice of The Impaler.
“Welcome home, Sanctus.” The words drip with smugness, Sanctus unable to see the source.
Until he turns around, that is.
Sitting up in its coffin is one of the many corpses that surround him. It smiles before collapsing back into its casket. Another body sits up as it falls. “You look surprised, Bellator. Don’t be. I know you came here looking for an answer, so I’ll be happy to let you hear it.”
The corpse drops, another sitting up in its stead. “You are surrounded by more than my family, Sanctus. You are surrounded by more than my friends. You are surrounded by me.”
“By… you?” Sanctus speaks quietly, his eyes darting from body to body as they each begin to sit up, a shadowy mass slowly forming on their faces.
“Me. The Impaler. The Legion. Something, not someone, who has endured the ravages of time. Year after year, body after body, I have found those willing to bear my form.” The corpses all speak in unison.
A sickening chuckle erupts from fight behind Sanctus!
“To become The Impaler of his generation.”
THE IMPALER IS HERE! HE GRABS SANCTUS FROM BEHIND AND FORCES HIM TO HIS KNEES!
The corpses fall from their caskets as they approach The Holy Warrior, grabbing him and holding him down! The Impaler, the current Impaler, grabs the mask from his face with a terrifying grin and removes it.
Revealing a shadowy mass underneath that hides his visage.
“You have been chosen, Sanctus. You have worn that mask, bore its legacy.”
He reaches down, slowly bringing the mask towards Sanctus’ face.
“And now it is time to inherit another.”
Sanctus lets out a blood curdling scream of sheer terror that echoes throughout the catacombs.
DEATHNOTE vs. VIPER ROBERTS ©
A champion who’s slithered and escape from every situation comes face to face with the harbinger of death itself. Can Viper retain against the odds once more or will his championship reign end with a simple name written?
The bell sounds as Deathnote rushes forward, delivering a stiff running elbow to the champion, the very point scraping against the fresh wound slightly opening it up.
Viper staggers back into a massive leaping knee to the forehead before he’s lifted up into the air for a Vertical Suplex as Deathnote keeps him up there , allowing all the blood to rush to his head and drip down his body for five seconds…
Finally Deathnote drops him to the mat after a good twenty seconds held aloft before floating over for the cover
TW…VIPER GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Deathnote pulls Roberts up to his feet but gets a thumb to the eye for his troubles.
Roberts tries to hook Deathnote up for the Ode to Snake but the Author of Death slips out, gripping the world champion by the waist
BELLY TO BELLY OVERHEAD INTO THE CORNER!
Roberts slams into the steel hard, slowly pulling himself up by the ropes as Deathnote rushes forward
DROP TOE HOLD!
The Viper suckered in Deathnote there, stunning him as he drops him throat first over the bottom rope, the world champion scampering out of the corner as he tries to wipe the blood out of his eyes.
Deathnote pulls himself up groggy
RUNNING BOOT TO THE JAW!
The Viper nearly decapitated Deathnote there with a brutal Big Boot, the champion using his size advantage but he barely lets his challenger hit the mat before lifting him up to his feet
Deathnote counters the Powerbomb attempt with his superior agility, flipping Roberts to the mat as the Head Snake rolls back to his feet
Deathnote nearly broke Roberts jaw right there as he hoists the champion up onto his shoulders
Viper countered the GTS out of nowhere with a Spike DDT and the world champion drops down for the cover, looking for an early victory here tonight.
DEATHNOTE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Roberts barely lets Deathnote get to his feet before delivering a stiff knee to the jaw. The Head Snake grips him by both shoulders, delivering knee after knee, trying to return the wound favour but the Author of Death manages to slip out with a skull rattling headbutt.
Both men stumble back before rushing forward fists a flying. Despite Roberts size advantage, Deathnote uses his strike prowess and speed to juke and jive all around Viper, peppering him with lefts and rights before a hard Roundhouse to the back of the head staggers the champ
GATHER THY SOUL! Deathnote delivers the GTS lightning fast out of nowhere but the sheer impact causes Viper to roll under the bottom rope and collapse to the floor below.
Deathnote scowls to himself, rolling to the outside as he drops down to pick the prone Roberts up
STEEL CHAIR TO THE BACK!
The Author of Death staggers back, another shot dropping him down to one knee as the Snake lifts the chair up high, looking to dent it over the head of his god’s foe
BUT DEATHNOTE EASILY CATCHES THE SHOT!
Throwing the chair aside, Deathnote pulls the Snake in for a vicious headbutt before picking him up by the shirt collar and throwing him head first into the nearby steel steps. Busted wide open, the Snake slowly rises up into Deathnote’s clutches
TURN THE PAGE ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
The Snake had it’s purpose here tonight, giving Roberts enough time to recover and drill Deathnote low with that trademark groin punch.
Viper grips Deathnote, throwing him into the same steel steps that his Snake went into moments ago before throwing his hurting body back into the ring.
Deathnote slowly tries to pull himself up by the ropes as Viper watches him intently, peeling the belt from his waist, wrapping one end around his right hand
BEFORE BEGINNING TO TAN THE HIDE!
Deathnote winces in pain from shot after shot of the snakeskin belt, each shot dropping him back down to his knees but he refuses to stay down. Eventually Roberts stops the lashes for a moment, loosening the grip of the belt
AND THEN WRAPS IT AROUND DEATHNOTE’S THROAT!
The referee tries to admonish the Head Snake but Viper doesn’t give a fuck about the rules, only about punishing his current opponent. Deathnote slowly rises to his feet, trying to withstand his windpipe being crushed but he quickly falls to one knee
WITH A JAW BREAKER BREAKING THE HOLD!
Viper staggers back holding his jaw as Deathnote stumbles to his feet
RIGHT INTO A BELT WRAPPED RIGHT HAND!
The Author of Death gets his bell clocked but he doesn’t go down, staggering into the ropes as he bounces off
REBOUND BIG BOOT…TO THE REFEREE!!
Viper pulls the referee into that Boot, taking advantage of the miscue as he tries to nail Deathnote with another belt infused hand but Deathnote ducks under, delivering a hard kick to the gut
TURN THE PAGE!
SISTER ABIGAIL HITS FLUSH!
ALL DEATHNOTE HAS TO DO IS COVER AND HE COULD WIN THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP…..
BUT THERE’S NO DAMN REFEREE!!
The Author of Death just shakes his head, looking over at the referee knocked out cold on the floor. He delivers a stiff kick to Vipers jaw before rolling out and trying to rouse the ref awake. The official slowly stirs as Deathnote tries to get into the ring
THROAT SNAP! Roberts makes Deathnote pay for losing sight of the match as he pulls him in, wringing the arm before dropping him to the mat with a short arm clothesline.
Viper drops down, waiting for the referee to slide back into the ring before starting to lock in a bulldog choke
AS THE REFEREE CALLS FOR THE BELL!
DID DEATHNOTE JUST TAP OUT??? WHAT THE FUCK!?
Deathnote slips out of the choke, utter confusion on his face as the referee quickly urges the timekeeper to ring the bell
BUT HE’S STOPPED BY THE ACTUAL REFEREE
A right hand from a shirtless referee stops the time keeper before he slides into the ring and tackles the fake referee, revealing his snake tattoo. Roberts breaks it up, pulling the real ref up to his feet
ODE TO SNAKE!
REBOUND BIG BOOT!
Both the referee and Viper Roberts are down, leaving only the snake with Deathnote as the snake tries to run only to be pulled back by the Author of Death into a brutal kick to the dome before he’s lifted up high
AND LAWN DARTED INTO THE FUCKING CROWD!
The OSW fans cheer loudly for Deathnote but he’s quickly turned around by Roberts
CHAMPIONSHIP BELT TO THE DOME!
Deathnote gets absolutely destroyed by the ten pounds of gold as Viper drops it to the mat only to pick Deathnote up to his feet
ODE TO SNAKE ON THE TITLE BELT! THAT HAS TO BE IT! Roberts drops down for the cover
DEATHNOTE KICKS OUT!!!!
Roberts looks beside himself, pulling Deathnote up to his feet as he lifts him up high in a Vertical Suplex, twisting around before hoisting him onto the top rope
DEATHNOTE SLIPS OUT OF THE SUPLEX, SPRINGBOARDING OFF THE ROPES OVER ROBERTS WITH A SUNSET FLIP!
ROBERTS JUST MANAGES TO KICK OUT!!
Viper staggers to his feet but ducks underneath a kick to the head before delivering a sly boot to the groin
SNAKEBITE OUTTA NOWHERE! Roberts drops down for the cover
THE VIPER RETAINS HIS CHAMPIONSHIP!
Once again Viper Roberts has used his cunning and trickery to retain his world title but by god did he have the fight of his life here tonight to do so.
DEATHNOTE & VIPER ROBERTS
The title has been settled.
The OSW World Championship is handed to its champion.
But the issue between Viper Roberts and Deathnote is not yet settled.
“We had a deal, Shinigami!” Roberts’ calls out, the wound on his forehead seeming to finally stop bleeding.
Deathnote seemingly manifests the Notebook out of nowhere. He regards the Head Snake coolly.
“Indeed, we did.” He responds, leafing through the pages. “Then let’s get on it with, shall we?”
Roberts paces the ring until the Author of Death turns to a particularly frayed page.
“At first, I thought you wanted to know your own fate,” Deathnote says. “But men like you believe they’ll live forever.”
The Head Snake merely smiles.
“But then I realized that all of your actions for the last year have all had one focus, haven’t they?” The Shinigami continues.
Viper Roberts motions for him to get on with it.
“Two-Face, isn’t it?” Deathnote says. “That’s whose fate you desire knowledge of, who you have done everything to destroy.”
His finger traces down the fractured page until a point where it seemingly comes to an end.
“That’s interesting.” He says, amusement creeping in. “The date of Two-Face’s death is…”
A pregnant pause hangs in the air.
WHAM! VIPER ROBERTS IS ATTACKED FROM BEHIND!
TWO-FACE IS HERE! HE STANDS OVER THE FALLEN VIPER ROBERTS, FLIPPING HIS COIN!”
Deathnote casually closes his book, leaving the ringside area.
With a grin, Two-Face…
He continues flipping the coin, not even looking at it. He reaches down and grabs Viper Roberts…
PULLING HIM UP BY THE HAIR, RIPPING THE WOUND ON HIS FOREHEAD BACK OPEN!
“You tried to kill me, and then you put this coin in my hand.” Whitlock says, holding the coin up in Viper’s face. “I don’t need heads or tails to know what how I’m going to return it.”
WHITLOCK SHOVES THE COIN INTO THE OPEN WOUND ON ROBERTS’ HEAD!
ROBERTS FALLS TO THE MAT, TRYING TO PULL IT OUT, BUT IT’S STUCK.
STOMP AFTER STOMP FROM WHITLOCK RAIN DOWN ON THE HEAD SNAKE, EACH ONE DRIVING THE COIN FULLY INTO HIS SKULL.
THE BLOOD HAS STOPPED, VIPER ROBERTS ISN’T EVEN BREATHING.
ALTON WHITLOCK JUST KILLED VIPER ROBERTS!
The Snakes finally flood ringside, rushing to their fallen leader as Alton Whitlock walks up the ramp.
The Endless is still here. Viper Roberts will revive soon enough.
But Alton Whitlock will be waiting.
MORDECAI & THE SANDMAN
The sounds of the crowd’s fever pitch inside the Slaughterhouse are but a dim undercurrent as we cut to a roof overlooking Hell’s Kitchen. The moon hangs high overhead as we interrupt a standoff.
The brothers are circling one another, yin and yang, their gaze not leaving the other.
“Did you see how well we work together?” Sandman says. “If we tethered our power to one another, we would rule all realms.”
“We’re oil and water. We will never properly mix. I will never join you, my brother.” He responds.
Sandman merely nods, stopping. Mordecai follows suit, and the pair approach one another.
“But rest assured, I will send you back to the dream realm.” Mordecai finishes. “And you will no longer haunt the waking world.”
A wide toothy grin crosses the Dream Demon’s face.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” He says, pushing in close. “Because we are different sides of the same coin. You wish to send me back, but I believe that you intend to stay in my stead.”
Unbeknownst to Mordecai a portal opens just beside the edge of the roof. Inside it, we can see the dream realm.
“Let’s leave this world as we came into being.” Sandman says, suddenly grabbing Mordecai.
The Dream Demon, holding on to Mordecai, leaps off the roof towards the portal.
BUT JUST AS THE BROTHERS TOUCH IT, IT VANISHES INTO NOTHINGNESS!
THEY GO FLYING DOWN TO THE STREET BELOW, SOMEHOW LANDING ON THEIR FEET!
The Sandman laughs loudly, nodding as he addresses his brother.
“It is as I thought.” The Dream Demon says, amused. “You play a dangerous game, brother. I am not as foolish as you seem to think.”
Sandman vanishes into nothingness, leaving a frustrated Mordecai to do the same.
PYRE vs. ISRAEL GRIMWOLF
We’re finally here.
It’s that time of the evening. It’s the Ring King VII Final. There have been six Kings before tonight, each of them having their own memorable, and somewhat unmemorable reigns.
Mike Lane reigned as The Shadow King, defeating Brent Kersh in the Final.
Nigel Royal reigned as King Royal, defeating Jon Davenport in the Final.
Lee Crowley reigned as The Mad King, defeating The Scarecrow in the Final.
Edgar Nevermore was The Word King, defeating Troy Solveig in the Final.
Luke Storm reigned as The Storm King, defeating SeeSaw in the Final.
And Edward Newton reigned as The Laughing King, defeating Banzan in the Final.
Tonight, Pyre battles Voynich in the Ring King VII Final of 2021.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I shall die before I ‘wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
The opening of “Nightmare” by Halsey hits the Slaughterhouse speakers as the lights begin to flash red. Wisps of fire, like candles, form in a circle on the stage.
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
Pyre steps out onto the entrance ramp, looking a little bit more beat up than we last saw her. She makes her way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and awaiting Israel Grimwolf.
The lights slowly dim to where one can barely see their hand in front of their face.
“Black Sails,” hits the p.a. system, the fiddle and bass just getting started as deep blue lights swim across the slaughterhouse.
As the music swells and the chorus joins in, Captain Israel Grimwolf slowly descends from the ceiling upon a massive anchor of blackened iron. He looks out at the crowd, a toothy smile from the Terror of the Deep.
The Captain holds his arms out wide, and falls off the anchor, tucking and rolling as he hits the mat. He stands, arms wide to accept the crowd’s praises, and steps into his corner to await the bell’s ring.
The bell sounds and both jockey for position in the ring, circling one another.
They lock up, Grimwolf taking Pyre into a Side Headlock and wrenching her up and down on one knee. She finally pushes him off into the ropes, dropping down to her belly as he runs back.
He jumps over and continues, not expecting Pyre to be up as quick as a hiccup when he comes back, leaping into a High Leg Clothesline. She dives into a cover…
Pyre rolls into a mount of Grimwolf, slamming right and left hands down into his face with ferocity. The referee steps in, pushing her backwards – only she comes once again. The Captain though rolls away and to the outside, taking a quick opportunity for a breather.
He paces around on the outside, not realizing that Pyre has taken a run into the ropes…
SHE FUCKING NAILS HIM STRAIGHT INTO THE BARRICADE!
Landing on her feet, she doesn’t hesitate and pulling him back to his feet and whipping him as hard as she can into the Steel Ring Steps, sending them and him flying off.
The Fire Queen isn’t taking any prisoners here tonight. She immediately goes under the ring apron and grabs a steel chair and a table, sliding them under the bottom rope.
The referee demonstrates, but what’s he going to do?
THIS IS FUCKING RING KING!
By the time she’s finished kitting out the ring, Grimwolf has joined her back inside it.
He quickly tackles her to the canvas, reigning down right and left hands on her to cheers from the crowd. Israel stands up, grabbing a steel chair and waiting for The Fire Bitch to get back to her feet.
STEEL CHAIR TO THE SKULL!
THE CHAIR BOUNCES OFF THE TOP ROPE AND SLAMS INTO GRIMWOLFS FACE!
He stumbles backwards…
DROPKICK TO THE CHAIR BACK INTO HIS FACE FOR A SECOND TIME!
With the chair being dropped immediately, Pyre grabs it, placing it down on the canvas a seat. Grimwolf stumbles backwards into the ropes…
DROP TOE HOLD ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!
FACE FIRST INTO THE SEAT GOES THE CAPTAIN!
It’s amazing that Pyre is even here, let alone kicking this much ass. Earlier tonight she was held captive by Simon and forced into some sort of alliance.
Now she’s here, trying to become Ring King.
She pulls Grimwolf back to his feet and runs him into the corner, backing up to deliver shoulder barges.
The Captain charges forward, and Pyre ducks.
She’s now in the corner and he comes in for a Shoulder Barge of his own…
OH MY GOD!
SHE TIES HIM UP OVER THE TOP ROPE USING THE TARANTULA!
The referee demands that she let’s go of the hold…
But she doesn’t listen.
Grimwolf screams in agony, only being released when Pyre is sure that he’s been damaged enough. He stumbles before falling forward flat on his face in pain.
The Fire Bitch quickly goes up to the top rope…
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO THE BACK…
SHE CALLS THAT FUEL!
SHE ROLLS THROUGH!
ISRAEL PUSHES HIMSELF BACK TO HIS FEET… HE’S GROGGY…
THE CAPTAIN DOESN’T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK HE IS!
PYRE LEAPS UP!
LEAPING TRIANGLE CHOKE!
LEAPING TRIANGLE CHOKE!
THE FIRE TRIANGLE! THE FIRE TRIANGLE!
SHE HAS IT LOCKED IN!
GRIMWOLF HAS NO-WHERE TO GO!
He panics, trying to escape, but she has the move locked in tight. He has only one option, using all his power to lift her up into the air…
POWERBOMB ON THE SEATED STEEL CHAIR FROM EARLIER!
GOD DAMNIT HE ALMOST BROKE HER THE FUCK IN HALF!
The fans are on their feet! Israel slowly crawls into the cover…
The Captain gets back to his feet and gets the table, positioning it towards the corner and erecting it fully. He grabs Pyre and slams her down onto the table for good measure, before lifting her up onto it and following.
What does he have in mind here?
He stands precariously on the table, stomping at Pyre’s head.
ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN…
SHE’S BEING KICKED THE FUCK OUT OF!
He then pulls her to her knees and steps over onto the middle turnbuckle, before deciding to up one more to the top.
CURBSTOMP THROUGH THE FUCKING TABLE!
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
PIECES O’ EIGHT!
GRIMWOLF JUST LEAPT FROM THE TOP ROPE, STRAIGHT THROUGH PYRE AND THE TABLE WITH A CURBSTOMP!
There’s carnage everywhere. He pulls her from the wreckage and covers one more time…
THE FIRE BITCH KICKS OUT!
She has no back-up here tonight. Luke Storm realized that Deathnote has his name in his book. Zero has been deactivated by Corvus and The Black Hand.
Bad Mother Fuckers won’t be involved.
Pyre is alone.
Israel calls for the end. He gets back to his feet and waits for her to get back to hers. Slowly but surely, she does.
DEAD MAN’S CHEST!
NO! PYRE SIDESTEPS!
Step up Enziguri!
That was desperation but it paid off. She’s barely able to stand but gets back to her feet, slowly pulling The Captain back to his.
KEELHAULED OUT OF NO-WHERE! OUT OF FUCKING NO-WHERE! THAT HAS TO BE IT! ISRAEL GRIMWOLF WILL SURELY BE THE RING KING ’21!
THE TASKMASTER IS HERE! WHERE THE FUCK DID HE COME FROM!? HE PULLS THE REFEREE OUT JUST IN TIME!
RIGHT HAND TO THE REFEREE!
Israel gets back to his feet…
GAMBIT! GAMBIT BY SIMON!
He pulls Pyre over onto Grimwolf, sliding out of the ring and turning around..
GOLD RUSH! GOLD RUSH TO SIMON BY CAEL GABLE! GABLE COMES TO THE AIDE OF HIS BEST FRIEND!
Cael slides into the ring and pushes Pyre off Grimwolf, shaking his head. He’s not allowing that – there’s just no fucking way.
He’s also not gonna cheat for his friend and slides straight back of the ring. If Israel Grimwolf is going to beat Pyre and become King, he’s going to have to do it on his own.
Both of them are slowly back to their feet, trading right and left hands in the middle of the ring.
Pyre blocks a shot and goes low with a kick as the referee slides back into the squared circle.
PYRE IS GOING TOE TO FUCKING TOE WITH THE CAPTAIN!
He drives a knee into her mid-section, stopping any further kicks, running into the ropes and coming back from behind with a Bulldog! He falls back into the corner and demands that The Fire Bitch get back to her feet…
GOLD RUSH! ODE TO CAEL GABLE!
GOD DAMNIT THAT WAS CLOSE!
Grimwolf gets back to his feet and pulls Pyre up too, only she grabs him by the head…
DDT OUT OF NOTHING!
Pyre is feeling it. She gets back to her feet and climbs the top rope…
The Captain slowly gets back to his feet…
DANCING FLAMES! DANCING FLAMES!
GRIMWOLF SOMEHOW TURNS!
HEART PUNCH IN MID-AIR!
DEAD MAN’S CHEST!
DEAD MAN’S CHEST IN MID-AIR!!
PYRE CRUMBLES LIKE A FUCKING BISCUIT!
Israel dives into the cover, hooking the leg…
THAT DASTARDLY FUCKING SIMON STOMPS ON THE REFEREE’S HEAD TO BREAK THE COUNT! THAT UTTER CUNT! HE PULLS GRIMWOLF OFF OF PYRE! WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING!?
HERE COMES GABLE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO, HE HIT GRIMWOLF! OH MY FUCKING GOD! CAEL GABLE SPEARS GRIMWOLF OUT OF HIS FUCKING BOOTS AS HE GETS UP BEHIND SIMON!
The Taskmaster grins as Cael gets back up in shock and turns around…
SIMON PLEX TO THE OLYMPIC HERO!
NOT LIKE THIS! FOR FUCK SAKE, NO!
Simon helps Pyre back to her feet and tells her to grab Israel Grimwolf and she does. She holds him as The Taskmaster picks up the steel chair…
CHAIR SHOT TO THE SKULL OF GRIMWOLF!
The Captain crumbles in the middle of the ring. Pyre drops down into the cover and Simon angrily rips the referee shirt off of the referee. What the fuck is he doing?
He pulls the shirt over his head and drops into the cover…
IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER! PYRE HAS WON RING KING ’21!
BUT THE BELL HASN’T SOUNDED!
WHAT’S GOING ON?
Simon slides out of the ring and demands that the timekeeper ring the bell but he refuses. He’s not an official and that count wasn’t legal!
The Taskmaster DECKS HIM WITH A RIGHT HAND grabs the ring bell!
He turns around and slides back into the ring with the ring bell in hand.
The lights come back and there’s nothing there. The distraction is enough for Cael Gable to snatch away the ring bell.
RING BELL TO THE HEAD OF SIMON!
SIMON SAYS FUCK YOU, YOU CUNT!
DOWN GOES SIMON!
Gable throws the bell away and exits the ring, throwing it back to the timekeeper, who’s gotten back to his feet, holding his jaw.
Grimwolf and Pyre are slowly back to their feet…
Pyre swings with a desperate Clothesline.
Israel goes underneath.
He hits the ropes and comes back with a Clothesline of his own…
But she ducks!
He spins quickly, scooping her up..
SHE LANDS ON THE MIDDLE ROPE!
SHE GOT IT! SHE GOT IT! DANCING FLAMES! DANCING FLAMES!
KICK OUT! KICK OUT BY THE CAPTAIN! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! SHE FINALLY HIT THE ECLIPSE AND HE KICKED OUT!
The Fire Bitch gets back to her feet, fire literally in her eyes.
She raises her arms, fire engulfing them!
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
PYRE’S ARMS ARE ON FUCKING FIRE!
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
GRIMWOLF GETS BACK TO HIS FEET…
THIS IS HER KILLING IT WITH FIRE, LITERALLY! THIS IS IT…
SHE GOES TO GRAB HIS HEAD WITH BOTH FIERY HANDS!
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF HAS TO TAP OUT… HE HAS TO TAP OUT OR HIS FACE WILL BE BURNED OFF!
ONLY… HE…. HE DOESN’T…
WHAT THE FUCK?
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?
HE ISN’T EVEN BURNING!
IF PYRE IS FIRE…
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF MAY JUST BE WATER!
HEART PUNCH TO PYRE! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! HEART PUNCH TO PYRE!
Her fire stops…
She crumbles to the canvas.
Israel Grimwolf covers…
IT’S OVER! IT’S FUCKING OVER!
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF HAS WON RING KING 2021! ISRAEL GRIMWOLF IS YOUR MOTHER FUCKING KING!
HOLY SHIT! WHAT A FUCKING MATCH!
The referee rests his head on the canvas as the timekeeper rings the bell to signify the end of the match with one hand, whilst flipping off Simon with the other – who looks utterly distraught on the floor.
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF, CAEL GABLE & THE NEKKEN
Grimwolf has done it!
All Hail the King of the Seven Seas!
Cael Gable slides into the ring, almost tackling Israel Grimwolf in embrace. What a fucking moment. What a night.
Pirate Gold stand tall in the middle of the ring, Israel Grimwolf having become our Ring King ’21 winner.
Cael grabs the crown from the referee and places it upon his best friend’s head, raising his arm into the air in celebration. The crowd are on their feet, roaring with approval.
The lights come back on and we immediately focus on Gable, who has his dukes up, ready to fight!
THE NEKKEN IS HERE!
But what the fuck?
WHAT… THE… FUCK…
HE’S… HE’S… HE’S WEARING THE RING KING CROWN.
Cael searches the ring for Grimwolf, but there’s no sign of him. He’s no-where to be found. The Nekken storms across the ring, damn near taking Cael’s head off with a giant Big Boot.
The fans are booing now, they’re screaming.
Gable rolls over, reaching for the ropes in a panic. He’s still trying to process what’s going on.
Nekken starts stomping away at him.
PIECES O’ EIGHT!
SEVEN STOMPS DAMN NEAR BREAK CAEL GABLE, WHO SOMEHOW GETS BACK TO HIS FEETS!
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
The Nekken pulls Gable off the canvas effortlessly, the Ring King crown sat upon his head.
Israel Grimwolf is The Nekken.
That’s why Pyre couldn’t set him on fire. He’s the fucking water beast!
All this time. All this fucking time. It makes sense too, doesn’t it? He was dragged away by the crew when The Nekken attacked Cael Gable and came to the rescue after he’d gone.
He’s never been seen in the ring with The Nekken – only ever having projected himself as a silhouette, including during the fucking Ring King Semi-Final!
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF HAS FUCKING SCREWED CAEL GABLE!
“I told you that no-one escapes the locker,” Nekken shouts, spewing water everywhere. “Yet you believed that Grimwolf did, twice?”
Gable’s eyes open, tears in them – he can’t believe it. His best fucking friend in the whole entire world has lied to him. All this time, Israel Grimwolf was The Nekken. All this time, he was trying to bring him to the ocean.
“I could kill you where you stand,” he barks angrily.
The lights go off once again and when they return, it’s Israel Grimwolf holding Cael Gable, not The Nekken.
“But the Ocean is where you belong,” King Grimwolf continues with a snarl. “And that’s where we’re going. It’s time for you to walk the plank, me ol’ beauty. The sound of the waves are a callin’ your name. Can’y you hear it?”
The lights come back on and they’re gone.
VOYNICH & SIGIL
Sometime after Ring King.
Somewhere in the bowels of The Slaughterhouse.
The sound of squirming can be heard as someone shuffles inside a wooden box, clearly in discomfort. When we close in, we realize that it’s Voynich.
He’s bound, both hands and feet, laying inside a wooden box, six feet in a hole in the ground.
Sigil unsurprisingly stands above, looking down.
“Tonight was the second time I’ve been killed since The Endless took action and I have to say, I’m getting a little pissed off with being fucking murdered,” The Collector moans in annoyance.
“That makes a change, doesn’t it?” Voynich scoffs defiantly. “It’s normally you that does the murdering.”
Even Sigil shares a laugh at that.
“I know you think I’m pure evil, but I’m not,” he protests. Voynich clearly doesn’t believe him. “You have no idea why I’m doing what I’m doing. You have no idea what parts of myself I’ve had to sacrifice to obtain these powers and then these crystals.”
Voynich squirms against his retains, trying to free himself.
“What would you do in my position?” Sigil asks with a shrug. “Let’s say you could find out what happened to or where your father is? Wouldn’t you kill for that? Wouldn’t you change who you are for the answers you need?”
The Best Kept Secret shakes his head.
“Not a chance,” he shouts. “I love my father more than anything in this world. He’s my hero, but I wouldn’t kill to find him. I wouldn’t become what you’ve become. He’d never want that.”
The Collector grabs a shovel in clear disappointment. He begins slowly shovelling dirt onto Voynich, who coughs and squirms.
“It’s a shame you’d say that. I’ve had enough of our war, Voynich. It’s been a year of you sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong,” Sigil says whilst shovelling dirt.
“Wait,” Voynich pleads.
“No, it’s over; I’m going to bury the past here tonight. I’m so close to the end of my mission that I can’t keep being distracted by you. I’ve taken you to the deepest part of The Slaughterhouse, so you die and resurrect here infinitely until The Endless has been destroyed.”
“That’s the difference between us, isn’t it, you piece of shit?” Voynich roars back. “You could just take me from this place and try to kill me. You could end me for good, but you purposefully want to torture me. You love it, don’t you? You’re corrupted!”
The Collector stops for a moment to think about the accusation.
“When you put it like that, I guess I am,” he admits, taking a deep breath. “And realizing it? That’s the true power.”
He keeps shovelling dirt.
“Goodbye, old friend.”