Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
The guttural yell of terrified people is accompanied the sound of thudding footsteps.
A monster roams the halls.
Human beings are being thrown violently left and right, screaming as they’re launched halfway across the backstage area.
“WHERE FUCK HE IS!?” A deep growling voice bellows incoherently.
Another poor backstage member of staff suffers a clobbering right hand that slams him into the concrete floor.
“TELL ME WHERE FUCK GO!” He roars again.
His thudding footsteps stomp harder down the hallway, shaking the camera as they do.
The Generation Kid and Vigour stand outside an apartment building, freezing their butts off in the growing cold. Red Snow isn’t far around the corner and there’s a little frost in the air. As they stand at the intercom pressing the button, they have a lot to talk about.
“I have an idea how we can find out more,” The Generation Kid says, pressing the intercom again. “But we need to think about what to do next.”
Vigour nods in agreement, looking towards the door.
“He must be asleep,” he says, pulling a set of keys from his pocket. “I swear to Zeldor, if I let us in and he’s with Tag, I’m not gonna be able to contain myself.”
The Kid rolls his eyes as Vigour opens the door and they let themselves into the apartment.
“You need to let it be. Starboy has been through a lot, and he’s taken to Tag for comfort. We’ve had our problems but that’s in the past,” TGK reminds him.
They enter Starboy’s apartment and immediately halt.
Because they’re not alone.
Stood before them is The Impaler – only he’s not facing them. He’s looking down on the floor, where blood has been spilt all over it.
As the crimson flows, he snaps his head around to see Vigour and The Generation Kid, who both rush towards him. He quickly darts out onto the fire escape, sliding down the ladder.
The Rainbow Party would give chase – they want to, but what they see before they make it to the window is enough to stop them in their tracks.
His face is a caved in mush of blood, bone, and viscera. The blood squelching beneath their feet belongs to him and there’s an abundance of it. Vigour kneels in the crimson, placing a hand on the neck of his brother in arms.
With a shake of his head, The Generation Kid drops to his knees, bellowing in anger and sadness. Vigour quickly grabs him, pulling him in close for a hug, allowing him to bury his head in his jacket.
“He’s gone,” Vigour whispers. “He’s fucking gone.”
Will the Holy Bible or the Book of Death be preached loud enough for Sir Bellator or Deathnote to advance to the Ring King Finals later tonight?
The bell rings and each man stands in their respective corner staring daggers at one another.
A moment passes by before both competitors step towards each other and tie up collar and elbow. They jostle for inside position, and after a struggle Bellator grabs a hold of Deathnote’s arm and drops down, yanking Deathnote over and across him—
Milliseconds after Deathnote rolls through, he quickly moves to his feet and aggressively pursues Bellator, tying him up and pushing him backwards into the turnbuckles. Deathnote refuses to let go on the ref’s five count, and the ref has to push the Author of Death off!
Deathnote back-hand chopped Bellator’s chest with enough force for it to echo throughout the Slaughterhouse. Death’s son follows up by wrapping his hands around Lux’s son and squeezing the life out of him! The ref starts the five count again—
Bellator’s kicking his legs and trying to pry Deathnote’s hands off of him!
Deathnote refuses to let up! He leans into Bellator, getting right up into his face with a snarl—
“Here’s your hands of God, Sanctus!”
HIS HANDS ARE GOING TO POP THE HEAD CLEAN OFF THE BODY OF CHRIST’S FORGOTTEN SON!!
Deathnote finally breaks the choke at the behest of the ref, taking a step back and throwing his arms up innocently while Sanctus struggles to catch his breath…
But Deathnote immediately goes back in on the Templar—
KNEE TO THE MIDSECTION!
Over and over he knees Bellator into the turnbuckles before the ref again pushes Deathnote backwards to the middle of the ring. He puts a finger to Deathnote’s face, threatening that if he acts up again it’ll be a disqualification!
Deathnote just smiles at the ref, and nudges him aside as Bellator stumbles forward from the corner. The Shinigami lifts Bellator into his shoulders, and pauses briefly to clasp his hands in a prayer position, taunting his religious opponent—
GATHER THY SOUL!!
GTS RIGHT ONTO THE KNEE!!
KICKOUT BY BELLATOR!!
The ref holds two fingers up to Deathnote who swats the hand away, racking his brain for a way to dole out more punishment.
Deathnote looks to the corner and unfurls that sadistic smile. Over to the corner he goes, and climbs up the turnbuckles to the top rope as Bellator comes to. As Bellator rises, Deathnote stands and blows him a kiss…
Bellator turns, and Deathnote leaps—
DEATHNOTE JUST PLANTED BELLATOR WITH THE KISS OF DEATH!!
Deathnote hooks a leg—
HAS SANCTUS BEEN PENNED INTO THE SHINIGAMI’S BLACK BOOK??
BELLATOR GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!
Now Deathnote’s really pissed. He essentially hisses as the ref who scampers away from this monster, and starts outright barking at Bellator now!
He stomps Sanctus in the chest!
Punt to the midsection!
Bellator’s in a bad way, face-down and crunched up on all fours. Deathnote crouches above him—
“I know you’re Lux’s spy, Sanctus,” he declares. “Now it’s time for you to repent for your own sins!”
With that, Deathnote marches to a corner and faces Bellator.
Deathnote writes his signature in the air…
AND CHARGES SANCTUS—
STROKE OF THE PEN!!
BUT HIS QUILL IS OUT OF INK!!
Bellator barely somersaults out of harms way, avoiding the punt, and when Deathnote turns around he’s met with two legs that wrap around his head—
HANDSTAND HEADSCISSORS BY BELLATOR!
The Chosen One sprints into the ropes at full speed and bounds off them towards a bent over Deathnote, hopping onto him with Deathnote’s head between his legs—
DESPERATION CANADIAN DESTROYER!!
IS HE ADMITTING TO HIS ACCUSATIONS WITH THAT DISCIPLE MAKER??
Deathnote lands crown-first onto the canvas, knees and head touching the mat, and he may be out cold! Bellator logrolls him over and hooks a leg—
DEATHNOTE JUST GETS A SHOULDER UP IN TIME!!!
Bellator can’t believe it! He rolls to the corner and leaps up to the top in one swift movement. Deathnote is just about to sit up before Bellator leaps at him—
A DOUBLE STOMP OF HIS OWN??
Bellator’s knees land on Deathnote’s shoulders and he hooks a leg under each arm for the pin—
DEATHNOTE ROLLS BELLATOR FORWARD ONTO HIS SHOULDERS—
BELLATOR CLICKS HIS BOOTS TOGETHER ON DEATHNOTE’S HEAD TO BREAK THE PIN!!
Both exhausted competitors get to their feet, and charge at each other—
SIDE HEADLOCK BY BELLATOR!
Deathnote shuffles into the ropes and whips Sanctus across the ring at a breakneck speed! On the rebound Sanctus ducks a lariat attempt and bounds off the opposite ropes back to Deathnote—
DEATHNOTE CAUGHT HIM WITH A SLEEPER HOLD!!
Sanctus is reaching for the ropes but he begins to fade—
Deathnote seizes his opportunity and releases, dropping Sanctus down but catching him before he hits the ground—
IS HE GOING TO TURN THE PAGE ON SANCTUS???
Without a stop in motion, Bellator latches onto Deathnote’s arm and spins around him into another headscissors—
THEY’RE SPINNING AROUND AND AROUND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!
As the crowd watches in anticipation, Sanctus spins through, brings Deathnote to the mat arm-first, and proceed to yank back on it with all his might—
BELLATOR’S GOING RIGHT FOR THE SHINIGAMI’S SIGNING HAND WITH THE ARM OF GOD!!
THEY’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING—
DEATHNOTE REACHES FOR ANYTHING HE CAN—
BUT NOTHING’S WITHIN REACH!!
Deathnote turns his head towards Sanctus…
HE’S SMILING THROUGH THE PAIN!!
But Deathnote’s shoulder is just about to pop out of it’s socket, and he has to choose between injury and advancement…
DEATHNOTE CHOOSES TO TAP OUT!!!
Praise Sanctus! Sir Bellator bests his accuser Deathnote and earns himself a spot in the Ring King Finals later tonight!
WINNER & ADVANCING TO RING KING FINAL: SIR BELLATOR
A lone sign reading ‘Nakamura Industries’ hangs amid a backdrop of rubble, of what was once Nakamura Towers. A black sedan pulls up and Goro Nakamura climbs out of the back seat.
He takes a few steps towards the ruins of his industry before stopping and glaring at a figure off screen. Only when the scene pans around do we see who.
His bionic arm glinting in the sunlight, clenching his hand into a fist as he glares right back at Nakamura.
But the confrontation remains at a stalemate, neither man being the one to make the first move. It is Goro that speaks first.
“You have some balls being here. You’re a fucking deadman.”
Zero stands stoically, unperturbed by the threat.
“Everything that happened here, you brought on yourself. Your henchmen, Gunnar… They were nothing but collateral damage. Do you really think this is what I fucking wanted, asshole?”
Goro steps forward, coming face to face with his enemy.
“I don’t care what you fucking want. All I care about is seeing the life fade from your face as I put you down. You’ve made your bed, Xavier. Only one of us will walk away.”
Zero does not smirk, he glowers.
“What army are you bringing to take me out with? I’ve taken down your entire empire.”
Goro grabs Zero by the scruff of the neck and lifts him into the air.
“Your minutes on this earth are numbered, Xavier. Make the most of them, because tonight, I’m not coming to win… I’m coming to destroy.”
Goro drops Zero back to the ground. One thing is clear, neither will stop.
The RIng King Semi-Finals are in full swing here as the Collector goes one on one against the Taskmaster. Can Simon outwit and outplay his way into history or will Sigil be one step closer to holding both crown and championship here tonight?
The bell sounds as both men circle around the ring, neither man wanting to go all out immediately to preserve some strength for the road ahead as Sigil is the first to strike, rushing forward with a beautiful leaping kick to the jaw that stumbles Simon back into the ropes. Sigil is on him, throwing him across the ring as he ducks underneath a rebound clothesline attempt before flipping back with a Pele Kick right to the temple that sends Simon down to the mat.
The Taskmaster stumbles up to his feet, throwing a wild right that Sigil ducks underneath, trying for a Merciful end to the Taskmaster but Simon saw it coming, ducking low as he slides out the back of the Collector
SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX!
Simon drops Sigil right on his head out of nowhere but he can’t follow up as the Collector manages to roll outside of the ring to the floor below. Simon, sneering in annoyance, rolls out to meet him, rushing forward as the Collector suckers him in
FOR A DROP TOE HOLD!
Simon’s skull bounces off the ring steps with a large echo, stunning the Taskmaster as Sigil rolls him inside the ring, backing up as he looks for the kill shot. SImon slowly staggering to his feet as Sigil rushes forward
Simon manages to duck underneath in the nick of time as Sigil flies into the ropes, managing to grab them in mid-flight as he flings himself forward
Simon gets headbutted right in the small of the back, crying out in pain but he barely gets a second to register it before he’s grabbed from behind
Simon again is dropped on the back of his head as he stumbles back up to his feet almost on instinct before he’s forced over Sigil’s knee but Simon kicks low into Sigil’s knee, getting out of that long road before a snap uppercut staggers the Collector back.
Running knee out of nowhere stuns Sigil on his feet as Simon wastes no time in grabbing him in a headlock before running forward
Sigil vanishes out of Simon’s grasp, the Taskmaster barely able to notice it before the Collector appears behind him
FINITE! ROUNDHOUSE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Simon’s brain got rattled in his skull there as Sigil peels him up off the mat, Simon clawing and fighting to get his way free but a brutal headbutt knocks him loopy again before he’s lifted up into a Piledriver position
Sigil plants himself a dumbass tree as he floats over for the first cover of the contest.
SIMON GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Sigil steps back, shaking his head as he knows he needs a little more…oomph to finish off the Taskmaster. He reaches down to his side and his trusty satchel.
But it’s not there.
“Looking for this?”
SImon is up on his feet, lifting up the Collector’s satchel as his shit eating grin is a mile wide. Sigil growls in anger, furious at the dirty trick as he sprints forward
RIGHT INTO BLUE SAND!
Sigil stops almost on a dime, visibly trying to move his muscles but the paralysing agent kicks in fast as he collapses to his knees, Simon staring down at him with that same twisted grin
Knee right in the face of the helpless Sigil, the mask protected him but he’s still knocked for a loop as SImon grips him by the back of the mask and starts wailing on him with heavy lefts and rights, the Collector unable to defend himself as Simon continues to pound on him relentlessly. A final brutal headbutt staggers both men before Simon shakes it off, lifting Sigil up off his feet
INTO THE SIMON-PLEX!
Simon bridges back as the referee counts
SIGIL MANAGES TO KICK OUT!
SImon shakes his head in annoyance, delivering a swift kick to the ribs of the Collector before eyeing ringside and getting a sadistic idea.
The Taskmaster rolls to the outside, grabbing his trusty hammer from the ringbell table as he rolls back inside, slowly stalking the recovering Collector who lifts his hand up, not to stop the blow but towards the fallen satchel.
As it begins to shake.
And another hammer flies out of it, landing in Sigil’s hand.
Simon sprints forward, slamming down his sledgehammer but The Collector blocks it with Vǫlsungr, sparks flying for a moment before with an almighty yell, Sigil breaks the hammer in half with a beautiful swing. Simon staggers back before a hard blow to the chest sends him flying into the corner as Sigil flies forward with hammer in hand.
SIMON JUST GETS OUT OF THE WAY!
Simon just avoids the lethal blow as the hammer smacks against the steel, rebounding against Sigil’s skull that rocks his world even through the mask, allowing the Taskmaster to slip behind
AND UPPERCUT HIM RIGHT IN THE NUTS!
The Collector drops the hammer in pain, Simon scrambling to his feet as he takes advantage, double underhooking the Collector before scooting the hammer underneath with his foot
PEDIGREE ON THE HAMMER!
That has to be it, Simon barely having the energy to roll the Collector over as he flops down for the cover
Simon does it, advancing to the RIng King finals but with the war against a rampaging Luke Storm and a hellacious finals left to come, has the Taskmaster run out of moves or can he summon up the wisdom of the greats to immortilize his name here tonight?
WINNER & ADVANCING TO RING KING FINAL: SIMON BLACK
We find ourselves backstage, where Ether is skating down the hall with an angry look on her face from recent events…a look that doesn’t soften as the lights start to dim, and a shadowy figure approaches.
Naturally, the figure is that of a Shadow Bat, a smirk on his face as Kaine Knightlord steps closer…only for Ether to take a step back, revealing something that’s been in her hand this whole time.
Kaine steps back with a snarl, a gut reaction to the holy item presented…an act that is quickly followed up with an almost surprising quip from the Dark Detective.
Ether can’t help but smirk at Kaine’s reaction, confident in her protection in this moment.
“That’s what I thought. Nice to see the old weapons do work…which is why I got myself ready to deal with you tonight.”
She shows off a necklace of garlic bulbs that she prepared for self-defense…only for it to be ripped off by Knightlord! He slams the necklace to the ground, wiping his hand on his robe with another smirk on his face.
“Well, that didn’t do you any good, did it?”
The smirk quickly fades however, as Kaine glares at the Bad Random.
“This invitation is not one to be taken lightly, Ether. If you won’t accept the Embrace, to join in the blood bond…then I will make an example out of you. If you won’t become a fledgling, then I will simply make you another donor to feed my Hunger.”
The snarl on his face at this last statement nearly intimidates Ether, but the Hungry Girl stands her ground against the much bigger HellBat.
“We’ll see about that, Bitey. You’d better be ready to put me down for good if you think I’m gonna join your little feeding frenzy.”
She lifts the cross again, keeping Knightlord at bay long enough for the Bad Random to skate toward the entrance to head ringside for their match…leaving us with an angry beast of the undead, ready to destroy Ether for her dismissal of the Embrace.
The last we saw The Impaler, he was running from the body of Starboy. We now find him sat inside a church, alone.
He sits facing forward, debating something internally before slowly reaching up and grabbing at his mask.
The Impaler pulls it from his face; a black substance stuck around the edges begins to come away, peeling itself from his skin.
And in one powerful thrust, he tosses it aside.
Finally, the man beneath The Impaler mask has a face. He looks down at the mask of Legion, snarling at it – shocked that he finally managed to take it off.
Just then, someone walks into frame with a gloved hand and picks it up.
“What have you done?” The person asks – revealed to be Chronoa. “What… have.. you… done?”
The Impaler shakes free the cobwebs of his mind.
“I’ve freed myself from it’s control,” he replies, standing up. “And I’ve freed myself from yours.”
“You have no idea the mistake you’ve just made; there’s bigger things at play here than your personal whims and desires, Impaler,” she angrily says, approaching. “I need my weapon. I need you.”
She attempts to hand the mask back, but The Impaler slaps it away.
“I’ve been a puppet for too long,” he groans. “The Rainbow Party think I killed Starboy; Sigil has been using me as a decoy to manipulate his position in Gold Rush and you, you’re the worst of them all. You’ve been trying to use me as a weapon for your own ends, ends I’m not even privy to.”
“ENOUGH!” Chronoa roars.
Suddenly, figures emerge from the darkness behind her, grabbing Impaler and dragging him back down into he pew he once sat on.
She approaches, placing the mask back on his face.
As the tentacle like black begin reattaching, she holds it there whilst he screams in agony.
“You’re my weapon,” she barks at him. “And you will be unleashed in defence of fate.”
The Impaler soon stops struggling, the mask reattached to his face.
Ether has been pursued by Kaine Knightlord, eager to get the Hungry Girl to accept the Embrace of something far deeper…but how persuasive can the Shadow Bat be tonight?
We start things off with Ether rushing toward Knightlord just as he enters the ring, hoping to blindside the Shadow Bat with a kick to the head…but Kaine narrowly avoids it!
None too pleased by the sneak, Kaine’s anger starts to build as he lays in some hard lefts and rights on the Bad Random, looking to make an example out of her as he sends Ether to the ropes.
Kaine looks for a clothesline, but Ether manages to duck under before using the ropes as a springboard, launching herself at the HellBat for a cross body splash!
But the Dark Detective catches her in midair, a smirk on his face as he sends Ether up and over with a fall away slam!
This sends Ether rolling out of the ring, to the floor outside!
Kaine keeps his focus on his target as he leaves the ring, looking to stay on the attack by bringing Ether back to her feet before sending her toward the steel steps!
Except that Ether turns it around, using Kaine’s momentum against him as the HellBat crashes into the steel steps!
Looking to cause further damage, the Hungry Girl steps onto the apron as the ref admonishes her, telling her to get back in the ring…but she ignores the official’s advice, skating toward the Shadow Bat for a kick to the head!
And it connects, nearly knocking Knightlord out cold…nearly.
As she retreats back into the ring for just a moment, Ether turns her attention to Kaine…who slowly rises to his feet, even angrier than before as he slides back into the ring!
Ether narrowly avoids a lariat attempt by the much bigger Knightlord, but he uses the boost of speed from hitting the ropes to drop the Bad Random with a nasty shoulder tackle!
A smirk returns to Kaine’s face, as he goes for the cover.
…wait a second…
Kaine steps up, bringing Ether back to her feet with a wicked grin on his face now.
He looks ready to make good on his promise to destroy the one who refused the Embrace, as he bears his fangs ready to take a bite out of his prey…ONLY TO BE BLASTED IN THE FACE WITH SOME SORT OF MIST!
Kaine yells as he backs away, wiping the stuff out of his eyes…and we soon realize what Ether has done.
This is not a poisonous black mist, or a fiery red mist…instead, it’s something yellow but not quite mellow.
It’s…melted garlic butter!?
Making good on a promise to use the ancient deterrent against the vampire in some way, Ether takes the fight to the beast with some hard kicks, managing to land some really good shots that takes Knightlord to a knee.
Ether takes the ropes once again, looking to use the momentum to her advantage as she goes for the double knee strike!
Kaine narrowly avoids disaster, causing the Hungry Girl to land on her knees as Knightlord approaches.
And then, she remembers.
Ether quickly reaches for her ears before Kaine can get too close…and slaps Kaine across the face!
She slaps him again, and Kaine looks like he’s in real pain here!
And soon, we see why.
The silver earrings from a few weeks back, the last time these two squared off.
They prove very effective against Knightlord once again, as he steps away clutching his face!
Ether attaches one of the earrings to a skate before taking a swing with a spinning heel kick!
ETHER STRIKE…FOLLOWED BY A MACH FIVE ON THE FALLEN KNIGHTLORD, AND ETHER COVERS!
Ether manages to stave off an angry HellBat here tonight, as the Bad Random picks up the win over Kaine Knightlord!
As Ether gets back to her feet in celebration of a fantastic victory, she turns around to bump straight back into Kaine Knightlord.
Knightlord violently grabs her by the hair, yanking her backwards. She tries to kick up with a roller skate, but he blocks it.
“You may have been victorious, but you will belong to me,” he hisses at her, showing his fangs.
Just then, Tag rushes down the entrance ramp and slides into the ring!
Knightlord tosses either aside and ducks underneath. Tag turns, being grabbed…
SPINNING KILLSWITCH TO TAG!
Knightlord swivels back to his feet and looms over Ether, who crawls backwards in a panic.
“I know we share a hunger, a hunger that will make you the most powerful being subservient to me, your master,” Knightlord says with power, determination, and intensity. “I will build my army and you will help me.”
He grabs her one more time and pulls her violently back to her feet. She’s helpless. There’s no Tag. Wiz is no-where to be found.
“No-one has been charged to stop you,” a familiar voice echoes throughout the darkness. “But I will. I am The Watcher and I’ve been watching you, Knightlord.”
The lights abruptly come back on.
IT’S THE DEAD!
THE DEAD IS BACK!
BULLHAMMER ELBOW TO THE THROAT OF KNIGHTLORD!
THE FINAL BREATH!
Kaine drops Ether and stumbles into the corner, giving The Dead his opportunity to nail him with two European Uppercuts!
Then he charges forward with a Headbutt to the chest!
DE LA MUERTE!
The Detective has no idea what’s struck him. He rolls under the bottom rope and retreats up the entrance ramp, running from something not even he understands.
Someone finally aims to stop Kaine Knightlord.
Chronoa is walking through the backstage area when she is met by a Mountain of a man.
“What do you want?”
Chronoa questions, frustrated by her path being blocked.
“We haven’t finished our business. Looks like Ring King wasn’t your fate.”
Chronoa rolls her eyes. The jab at the result of her match getting to her a bit.
“You couldn’t defy your fate this time, either.”
Banzan grins, accepting the return.
“No. Neither of us could advance any further. That leaves our business open.”
“No mystical talk, no deep truths, this time? Just right to business.”
“No.” Banzan fires back “It’s time we settle things here, tonight. I want you to finally leave my monastery alone. They have nothing to offer in your search for my truth. I’ve done that by design.”
The Harbinger rubs the bridge of her nose.
“I must understand, I thought we established that.”
The Mountain shakes his head.
“Some things are beyond answers, Chronoa. You may never learn how I defy fate. Some truths are beyond understanding.”
An annoyed grin crosses the Disciple of Fate’s face as Banzan speaks in his usual, esoteric, ways.
“Then you seek truth until those answers are revealed.” Chronoa fires back “You’re right, time to settle everything. Neither of us are continuing in the Ring King tournament.”
Banzan nods in agreement
“Then tonight, we fight once more. I’m ready for you, just like I was at Heatwave.”
Banzan exits the area, turning down a different hallway as he goes.
Chronoa, on the other hand, grins and looks at her tablet.
“The Fates are telling me something very differently.”
The Harbinger looks up heads towards the entry ramp.
The Mountain once again faces off against the Keeper of Fate. Can he overcome her once more? Or will Chronoa prove that even Mountains can fall?
Chronoa and Banzan meet in the middle of the ring! The Harbinger lays into Banzan with a well placed haymaker that seems to do nothing to him! Chronoa fires away with a rapid flurry of fists but Banzan catches one and nails her with a massive headbutt that stumbles her back to the ropes!
FAILED JUSTICE! CHRONOA REBOUNDED WITH A SPINNING ENZU LARIAT!
BUT BANZAN IS STILL STANDING?
The Mountain unleashes a brain chop to Chronoa! He’s standing tall despite the massive lariat and whips her across the ring before dropping her with a terrifying elbow that plants her into the mat! Chronoa tries to get back to her feet but Banzan punches downwards and sends Chronoa’s head bouncing off of the canvas! The Mountain deadlifts her!
DUKKHA! SAITO SUPLEX NEARLY BREAKS CHRONOA IN HALF!
Banzan doesn’t go for the pin! He knows better as he peels Chronoa back up and throws her into the corner! The Keeper of Fate tries her best to defend herself but Banzan lays into her with a barrage of well placed strikes!
MASSIVE ELBOW TO THE JAW! BLOOD ARCS FROM CHRONOA’S MOUTH!
The Harbinger is looking absolutely defenseless as Banzan whips her across the ring! He rushes her!
BOOT TO THE FACE! CHRONOA SAVES HERSELF!
Banzan stumbles backwards and The Harbinger goes on the offensive as she hits him with a plethora of forearms and kicks! Banzan tanks the attacks, only driven back by the sheer number of blows! Chronoa looks desperate to get the former world champ off of his feet but Banzan refuses to back down! He catches a haymaker and goes for his own! Chronoa ducks it!
TWISTED SMILE! HOOK KICK TO THE JAW! BANZAN IS TEETERING!
CHRONOA HITS THE ROPES!
BURNING FLIGHT! SPRINGBOARD FOREARM!
The ring shakes as Banzan finally hits the ground! But Chronoa doesn’t let up as she hits the ropes as Banzan already begins to rise!
GRAND CONCLUSION! KNEE TO THE FUCKING TEMPLE AND BANZAN HITS THE MAT LIKE A TON OF BRICKS! CHRONOA COVERS!
BANZAN KICKS OUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!
Chronoa rolls off in sheer disbelief as she rises to her feet, begging Banzan to get up! She lays into him with stomp after stomp, raining down boots on him as he fights to his feet! She’s not letting up as she hits the ropes again and springboards!
BURNING FLIGHT! ANOTHER SPRINGBOARD FOREARM!
MASSIVE PALM STRIKE TO THE FACE FUCKING GROUNDS HER!
Chronoa rolls to her feet and Banzan is waiting for her!
TIGER CLAW! FIVE POINT PALM STRIKE! CHRONOA COLLAPSES AND HE COVERS!
THR-NO! CHRONOA GETS HER SHOULDER UP! THE PALM STRIKE HASN’T KEPT HER DOWN!
The Mountain gets to his feet, peeling Chronoa up and dropping her back down just as quickly with a hip toss! She refuses to stay down though and finds herself crawling to the ropes, using them to pull herself up! Banzan hits the ropes and rushes her with a clothesline that she ducks! Banzan bounces off of the ropes and comes back to a massive leaping dropkick that sends him to the mat! Banzan is getting winded!
The Harbinger lets him try to before grabbing him!
DUKKHA! YOUR DEMISE! CHRONOA JUST HIT BANZAN WITH HIS OWN SAITO SUPLEX!
Banzan rises to his knees and Chronoa hits the ropes!
YOUR FATE HAS BEEN SEALED! ROLLING ELBOW TO THE BASE OF THE SKULL!
BANZAN CAUGHT IT! TRIANGLE CHOKE IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! SAMUDAYA! BANZAN HAS THE CHOKE LOCKED IN TIGHT!
CHRONOA IS FIGHTING WITH ALL SHE HAS TO ESCAPE! SHE PUNCHES AND ELBOWS AT BANZAN BUT SHE’S FADING!
WILL SHE TAP!?
CHRONOA TAPS OUT! BANZAN JUST MADE CHRONOA TAP!
The Mountain lets go of the submission hold as the match comes to a close, slowly getting to his feet as a half conscious Chronoa lays at his feet.
The Impaler is running.
Let me say that again.
The Impaler is running… for his fucking life!
As he darts through the winding corridors of the Slaughterhouse, his pursuers do not relent.
Not after what happened earlier.
Their faces showing the absolute mind-fucking they got earlier, TGK and Vigour are driven by more than just their feet.
The pounding rhythm of boots to concrete ends as TGK and Vigour realize that Impaler has come to a dead end. Legion turns to face them with…
…is that a smile?
Ignoring it, TGK and Vigour charge at their foe, striking outward…
…just to enter a portal to a completely different area of the Slaughterhouse.
Now, instead of the Impaler, Sigil stands before them. Vigour pushes back on Sigil.
“What the fuck was that?” The Prince growls as he looks for an escape. “How dare yo…”
“Save it.” Sigil says, unconcerned. “You’ll get a shot at Impaler later. Take it out on him then.”
TGK stands, almost frozen, as his nose twitches.
Is he smelling?
“Tonight is about Gold Rush for you boys.” The Collector continues. “Two people in a sea of eight aren’t going to be a very effective unit. I want to offer you a dea…”
“No.” TGK says.
Sigil cocks his head to the side, but this time the Kid cuts him off.
“That smell.” TGK begins, looking pleased with himself. “Your portal. It’s faint, but there’s something about it. I’ve smelled it before. The head in the hospital. The cypher plate. Every time something has popped up, I’ve smelled one of your portals, haven’t I?”
Sigil almost seems impressed.
“Leave it to the cyborg to have highly tuned olfactory senses.” Sigil says after a moment. “He can’t figure out who he’s really chasing, but he can smell my portals.”
“You’re manipulating us.” Vigour says, catching on.
“No shit.” The Collector responds instantly, but TGK cuts in.
“You know why I’m here, don’t you?” The Kid asks. “I won’t be manipulated, not by you. It doesn’t take a fire for me to sniff out your smoke.”
“Obviously.” Sigil responds, a portal opening behind him. “But just remember Kid, where there’s smoke, there’s pyre.”
Sigil walks through the portal, leaving behind TGK and Vigour…
…stepping right into the presence of the OSW Champion.
“It’s done.” Sigil says, a smirk behind his mask. Even if we can’t see it.
“Let’s win some gold, then, shall we?” Pyre says.
“Yeah, I know mate, it’s tough not bein’ in a match,” Chip Montana says.
We’re backstage in a locker room with Chip Montana and his fury rabbit friend, Dave. They’re having a casual conversation – man to rabbit, as you do.
Suddenly, the door flies open and in storms the monster from earlier.
And he’s here to fucking maim.
Chip jumps up and runs into a monstrous clothesline that clobbers him to the floor in a heap. Dave rushes forward and escapes through his legs, only the words of someone else blurt out in excitement.
“Gotcha! You little critter!”
The hulking figure steps aside and there he is.
He vanished for months but has come back and with a heavy to boot.
“I see you’ve met my brother SeeHULK,” SeeSaw says with the cheekiest and most devious of smiles. “He’s another of papa’s creations.”
“I SMASH THIS PUNY CUNT?” SeeHULK roars to his brother.
But SeeSaw has other ideas.
“I’m sure you’re not keen on a voluntary trip to the Toybox – not after last time, Mr. Montana,” SeeSaw proposes with a shrug. “But then again, if you ever want to see your little friend again, you’re going to meet me there, aren’t you?”
“What do you want from me?” Chip questions, breathless on the floor.
“My brother Disco Dave was unable to defeat you – he wasn’t the right one,” SeeSaw continues with frustration and disappointment in his voice. “But SeeHULK won’t make the same mistake. Come brother, let’s get this little rabbit home.”
SeeSaw and his brother slowly back away, leaving Chip Montana to catch his breath.
There are rivalries, blood wars and sometimes, there’s that asshole of an itch you just can’t scratch. For Luke Storm, the last year has been absolute hell thanks to the Taskmaster but this time he’s crossed the line by involving his daughter. Focused and just damn pissed off, Simon’s about to learn that he may well survive the Thunder but when the Lightning turns Green, the Baddest Motherfucker never misses.
The bell hasn’t even rung and Luke Storm kicks Simon’s goddamn head off with a beautiful Superkick. The Taskmaster allready went through a hellacious RIng King match earlier in the night but this may well be it for Simon as he looks out cold.
But Luke Storm isn’t half done with him.
Peeling the hurting Simon up to his feet, he lifts him up into the air with vicious knee strikes to the abdomen, before lifting him up into a spear, rushing forward and slamming him hard back first into the turnbuckles. Simon doesn’t get a breather as Storm continues to ram his shoulder into the midsection of the Taskmaster over and over again. He lets go for a moment, backflipping away before running forward and nearly spearing Simon through the buckles.
Storm backs away, Simon staggering out holding his gut as he’s lifted up onto Storm’s shoulders in an Airplane Spin before he spins him down to the mat
EYE OF THE STORM! MODIFIED IMPLANT DDT!
Simon is spiked into the mat, a cut opening on his forehead as a thin trickle of blood begins to pool down his face that’s made even worse as Storm sits him up, trapping his arms behind
DRILLING SIMON WITH A DRIZZLE OF ELBOWS!
Storm nails Simon over and over with sickening elbows, the point spiking right down to the open wound but Storm stops right as the referee asks the Taskmaster if he wants to give, not nearly done with the punishment here.
He tries to pull SImon up but the Taskmaster slaps him low, stunning Hollywood enough for Simon to scamper outside and grab a breather from the relentless assault. He stumbles away, holding onto the barricade as he tries to wipe the blood from his eyes, not noticing Storm climb up to the top turnbuckle just behind him. Simon finally gets his eyes clear as he turns around
INTO THE GRADE A BLOCKBUSTER!
Storm slightly hurt himself from that high risk move but Simon’s skull implanted into the concrete, the Taskmaster looking very much worse for wear as Storm pulls him up by the hair, throwing him back into the ring before going to slide back in but he stops himself. Eyes on the side of the arena, he slowly walks over before picking up his prize.
A Steel Chair.
Storm slides in with his weapon of choice as Simon tries to attack him, Storm ducking underneath the wild right before throwing it at SImon who catches it.
STEEL LIGHTNING! Superkick Con-Chair To!
Simon staggers back into the corner, looking completely out of it as Storm gets a terrible idea. Picking up the chair as he slowly walks over, Hollywood wedges it into the ropes right by Simon’s face, setting the Taskmaster up for some unwanted facial surgery here.
Storm backs up, sizing up Simon for a moment before rushing forward.
SIMON SLIPS OUT AS STORM KICKS THE STEEL!
Storm yells out in pain, his foot exploding in agony from that missed Superkick as Simon smells the blood in the water
Storm collapses to the mat, The Taskmaster nearly breaking his ankle in half from the force as Simon is on him in an instant, grabbing the injured limb and slamming down elbow after elbow on it, trying to inflict more and more damage as Storm struggles to push him off.
An errant kick to the jaw staggers Simon back for a moment but Storm can barely get a few feet away before Simon drops his entire weight onto the bad ankle, nearly shattering it in half. Simon’s not smiling here, he’s absolutely livid as he wipes the blood from his forehead and picks up the fallen steel chair as he raises it high.
AND SLAMS IT OVER AND OVER INTO THE BAD LIMB!
Hollywood screams out in pain as Simon renders the chair a twisted mess with his fury on Storm’s limb, the Taskmaster throwing it away in disgust before finally smiling that sickening smile as he drops down
LOCKING IN CHECKMATE!
Storm screams out in pain, his knee in absolute agony as Simon twists and bends it to inhuman levels of suffering but Luke Storm is a survivor as he tries valiantly to claw his way to the ropes but Simon is there to stop him, pulling him back into the middle of the ring as he torques the hold even more. Storm screams out once more before flopping back in agony as the referee begins to count.
NO! Storm yells out in fury, forcing him to rise to his feet as he slaps Simon hard in the face before flipping him the double bird, daring him to turn up the heat. SImon responds by digging into his tights, pulling out brass knuckles as he pops Storm in the jaw
The third strike breaks Storm’s glasses, the trademark falling to the mat as Storm begins to tremble with fury before with a rage of refusal, begins to turn Simon over
AS HE REVERSES THE HOLD!
Simon quickly breaks the hold, feeling the pressure but the damage may have been done as Storm can barely stand, on his knees as he tries to get up but he collapses back down as Simon turns around, laughing to himself before rushing forward with the killing blow
DROP TOE HOLD!
Simon goes throat first into the middle rope as he stumbles up to his feet into
Simon goes flying from the force but Storm can’t capitalize due to his bum knee, slowly crawling to the ropes as he uses them to pull himself up, staring daggers at The Taskmaster who slowly rises to his feet, sending back the daggers as both men rush forward.
Simon throws a wild right that Storm ducks underneath, landing a hard uppercut before leaping up
The Codebreaker hits flush but that hurt Storm’s knee a lot as he winces through the pain before he looks to the turnbuckles, looking to bring down the Thunder. Hollywood slowly walks towards the ropes, pulling himself up as he centres himself for a moment before diving off
Storm eats shit on the mat, Simon managing to get out of the way as he slowly gets to his feet
SOCCER KICK TO THE KNEE!
Storm collapses to the mat in pain once more as Simon pounces, locking in the Checkmate again as Storm tries to fight but the pain is far too much as he slowly begins to pass out, his shoulders collapsing to the mat as the referee counts.
The Taskmaster does it, using Hollywood’s anger to his advantage but as much as he tried, he couldn’t break Luke Storm here tonight, only make him pass out cold.
WINNER: SIMON BLACK
In a darkened area of the backstage area, Sir Renault and Sir Bellator sit in dead silence.
There’s been a tension between them since last week when Renault indicated that he didn’t think they could trust Bellator.
“I won’t apologize for what I said,” Renault finally says to break the silence.
Bellator snaps to look at him.
“After everything we’ve been through, you can’t trust me to do what needs to be done?” He asks. “You dare to question me? Do you know who I am, Renault? I’m the son of-”
“Lux Bellator,” he interrupts. “That’s the problem.”
“And what credentials do you carry into this battle for our Lord’s resurrection?” Sanctus queries, standing up in anger.
Darth Jesus stands to meet him, grabbing him by the throat and running him backwards into the wall with a giant thud.
Just then, almost as suddenly, Renault is dragged away by HIS throat.
And with a LOUDER thud, he’s slammed into the opposite wall.
It’s Solomon Rhodes.
“I warned you, didn’t I?” Rhodes asks with a sinister growl. “I told you that we’re family and yet here you are, pushing boundaries with a man you ought to call your brother.”
Renault tries to breathe, but Rhodes grasps tighter – making him very uncomfortable and dead still.
“I fear,” he mutters breathlessly.
“I don’t care what you fear, Renault,” Rhodes retorts, releasing him. “I brought us together because we’re the best bet to resurrect Yahweh and whilst this deal with Death is short-sighted and dangerous, he’s the only one who can return him to us.”
Sir Renault adjusts his throat with a hand, backing off slightly.
“And Lux Bellator?” He asks.
“I’ll take care of my dear friend at Red Snow VIII,” Solomon proposes, but then turns his attention to Sanctus. “And you will prove to Renault and Vayikra that your loyalty is with us when you fight your father at Dead End II.”
That surprises everyone in the room.
Perhaps now they can get back on the same page ahead of Gold Rush? By the swift hand of Solomon Rhodes, they may just be reunited before the Main Event.
As Lazarus by Bellarive blares into the arena, red, white and blue lights in the shape of giant crosses illuminate the wall. When the music drops, he rises from the stage in a praying pose.
Once he’s on stage, he gets back to his feet and marches with pure determination focused on the ring.
Tonight, Sir Gable has a surprise opponent – someone who has been leaving him letters for weeks.
But who could it be?
He gets into the ring and prepares himself.
“The Royal Charter in Dulas bay
One of 200 lost that day
Miners’ pockets filled with gold
Dragged them down to the ocean cold
They’re down, downed, and drowned
Downed and drowned and never found.”
“They’re down, drowned in the depths below
Where the sun don’t shine and the winds don’t blow
And the timbers crack, and the mainstay fails
We’ll all find peace wrapped within our sails!”
Bells ring out around the arena as the sound of water splashes back and forth. The fans are going wild, roaring louder than ever.
The lights come back on suddenly as the bells stop ringing.
THE KING HAS RETURNED! THE 2021 RING KING WINNER IS BACK TO CONFRONT HIS FORMER BEST FRIEND!
The Captain stands with his head lowered.
Gable stumbles backwards into the corner, utterly shocked by his appearance. He shakes his head profusely, almost in disbelief.
“I told you I’d be back to save you, me hearty,” Grimwolf says, pointing a finger at him. “But before I can drag yer scally arse from the gapin’ maw of death, I need to stop Cael Gable from drownin’.”
As the lights come back on, Sir Gable is no longer confronted by Israel Grimwolf. He stands terrified because across the ring is none other than his nemesis, The Nekken.
The bell sounds and The Nekken rushes across the ring, splatting Gable in the corner with a thunderous splash that sends water everywhere! He quickly pulls him out and sends him across the ring…
RUNNING HEADBUTT TO THE CHEST!
Gable slams into the canvas and rolls to the outside in a panic, trying to compose himself.
The Nekken slides to the outside and as Cael rushes around the corner, damn near takes his head off with a Clothesline. He immediately drags him back to his feet, lifting him up and dropping him chest first down across the barricade.
The Warrior of God is coughing and spluttering on the concrete floor as The Nekken pulls him back up and rolls him back inside the ring.
But The Monster Of The Deep waits for him to turn but Cael starts fighting back. Right hands, left hands, rights, rights, rights – Gable pushes Nekken back into the ropes and backs up, running opposite him.
He comes back…
BIG BOOT BY THE NEKKEN!
JESUS CHRIST, HE ALMOST TOOK HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF!
Nekken pulls him back up…
WELCOME TO THE LOCKER!
HE PULLS BACK AND BEGINS SPEWING WATER DOWN THE THROAT OF SIR GABLE, WHO IMMEDIATELY BEGINS DROWNING WHERE HE STANDS!
HE TAPS OUT EMPHATICALLY!
HE TAPS OUT!
THE NEKKEN WINS! He releases Gable, throwing him to the canvas before killing him. After all, that’s not what he’s here to do.
As Cael rolls away with a cough and a splutter, he falls to the outside in a heap.
The Nekken looks down at him over the top rope, snarling – his voice deep and growling.
“At Red Snow, your death has been well documented in the pages of the Notebook,” Nekken roars at him. “But I will drag you from those watery pages to dry land. Upon my beastly soul, I will.”
WINNER: THE NEKKEN
The sound of dripping water echoes throughout a dark, damp, and dingy little room. It’s a cell, sizeable enough for a cot and a toilet, with a singular light bulb dangling from the ceiling. As footsteps approach, someone shuffles on the bed, moving themselves to the edge of it – still out of view of the light.
“It took me a while to find you,” a voice says from an approaching figure – one eventually revealed to be Death.
There’s no reply.
“I was surprised that you decided to run – running has never been your style, has it?” Death asks, taking a seat outside the cell with his backs to the bar. “You’ve always been a cold-hearted killer, a mercenary, a man of supreme violence.”
With a slight shuffle from inside the cell, Death turns to look over his shoulder, seeing a figure loom there.
“And look what I gave you. I drug you from hell, made you anew and you became something. You became a Champion; all I asked for in return was that you stopped Sigil.”
Corvus suddenly steps into the light behind Death.
“I have forever sold my soul to devils like you,” Corvus retorts angrily. “Do you know how many times I’ve turned my back on friends or kin to seek opportunity? I have brought about the end of days and I hadn’t once felt remorse. I didn’t take your opportunity for me; I did it for her.”
Death chuckles loudly, causing Corvus to recoil backwards angrily.
“Everyone does something for someone,” he smarmily replies. “And for me to bring her back, you needed to do something for me. You failed, Corvus.”
“Don’t call me that,” he barks. “Take this fucking visage from me and send me back to hell!”
Rain stands up and dusts himself off.
“When I couldn’t reap a soul, I’d send you in to cut the red tape and do it for me. You have always been my vengeance. You were a member of The Black Hand; a valuable tool in my arsenal. You’re the crow and she’s the butterfly. What makes you think I’d so easily let you go?”
Corvus puts his hands on his hips and lowers his head.
“What do you want from me, Death?” The Black Hand asks in defeat. “What do I have to do to end this nightmare and bring her back?”
“Well, Mr. Cussen, I’d like you to kill my son – but first, you can teach Lux Bellator a lesson.”
Death clicks his fingers and the visage of Corvus falls away.
And now standing before us is a familiar face.
How far can you push a man until he has no more fucks left to give? It was originally mere business between Xavier and Goro Nakamura yet the months of pure torture Zero was put through caused a chain reaction of cataclysmic events that has now cost the Dragon almost everything but the undying flames of rage inside his soul. WIll Nakamura get his revenge against the wild dog he unleashed or the most dangerous Mother Fucker on the planet get his?
The bell doesn’t even get to sound as with twin roars, both Zero and Nakamura rush forward, pounding down upon eachother with heavy lefts and rights, each taking a hurting but not caring as they throw strikes that would knock out lesser men.
Goro throws a beautiful uppercut that catches Zero underneath the chin as he goes flying but manages to roll in mid-air, catching himself on the ropes before he springboards forward like a torpedo
TROJAN SPIKE! SUPERMAN PUNCH RIGHT TO THE THROAT!
Goro stumbles back, wincing in pain as he tries to shake off the assault to the windpipe, Zero honing in on the weakened area with brutal chops and knees before a thrusting uppercut sends Goro to his knees, choking and spluttering as Zero rushes to the ropes, bouncing off once more
BIONBUSTER! Massive blockbuster sends the Dragon crashing to the mat but Zero doesn’t let go, flowing through
AS HE LOCKS IN THE BIONIC VICE!
The Dragon may be in trouble here as Zero is pumping power through his arms as much as he can offer, the Hacker damn near frothing at the mouth in rage as he’s not trying to just make Goro tap out, he’s trying to break his goddamn neck here but if Zero’s anger is a waterfall flowing over him,
The Dragon’s is an absolute tsunami.
Nakamura doesn’t even try to get to the ropes as he struggles for a moment before beginning to scream in purest fury, and slowly but surely rise to his feet. Zero’s hanging on desperately, trying to pull The Dragon back down to the mat but Nakamura is damn near glowing with rage at the moment as he allows Zero to rest on his shoulders for a moment
BEFORE NEARLY PLANTING HIM THROUGH THE MAT WITH A SAMOAN DROP!
Nakamura stands, weezing heavily for a moment as Zero is still quick to get to his feet but rises to a giant paw over his head as his skull is rattled with a brutal headbutt before Goro nearly breaks it in half with a sickening Big Boot that busts the hacker wide open.
Zero’s still quick to get to his feet, refusing to stay down as Nakamura continues to pummel him with heavy lefts and rights before gripping him by the arm and delivering a Short Arm Clothesline. Nakamura doesn’t let go of the arm as he lifts Zero up once more, hoisting him high up in the arm before planting him nearly through the mat with a Gutwrench Powerbomb
That could be it there but Goro can’t even drop down for the cover before Zero begins climbing to his feet, absolute fury in his scowl as he begs for Goro to try that shit again. The Dragon obliges as he staggers Zero back with another headbutt before rushing forward
FULL THRO….BOOT PROCESS!
Nakamura runs right into a brutal Superkick as Zero lands a second, then a third that drops Nakamura to his knees. Zero backs up, flipping the Dragon off before rushing forward
16 GB OF….CHOKKKKESSSLLLAAMMMM!!!
The Dragon nearly sent Zero right to hell there but he’s not done himself as he peels Zero up off the mat
TATSU! BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!
That well could be it as the Dragon has this all but won but hatred overwhelms common sense here as he backs up, delivering a hard standing splash to the prone Zero before beginning to climb up to the top rope.
On The Other Side Of The Ring
The Dragon’s consumed by rage here as there’s no way he can reach the Hacker out of his element but Goro will fly here tonight as he draws his thumb across his throat for a moment before diving off
Zero just hit the biggest Superkick of his life, clipping the wings of the Dragon as that may well be the finishing blow but the Hacker can’t capitalize, collapsing to the mat himself as the referee begins to count
Zero begins to stir
Goro begins to push up with his right hand
Zero begins to lift himself up
Goro is up to a seated position
Zero gets to one knee
The Dragon uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet as the referee stops the count.
Zero finally gets to his feet, chuckling as he notices the blood now oozing down the forehead of the Dragon matching his own. Goro wipes the blood away from his eyes, flicking it to the mat as both men roar out in rage, fists clenched in fury as they once again rush forward.
Brutal rights and lefts fly through the air as spit, sweat and blood splatter the mat but neither man gives an inch, every bit of their rage and sorrow infused in their strikes before Goro manages to make Zero stagger back with another brutal headbutt
The belly to belly gets hit out of nowhere
BUT ZERO POPS BACK TO HIS FEET!
That sends Goro down to one knee as Zero doesn’t fuck around, bouncing off the ropes as he delivers the
16 GB OF RAM! SHINNNING WIZZAARRRDD!
Nakamura’s flat on the mat but Zero wants the bastard to suffer as he backs up, begging for the Dragon to get to his feet
Goro slowly rises up as Zero rushes forward
HAKAI! HEART PUNCH!
Zero staggers back, breathing heavily before his whole body clenches up in agony, dropping to his knees as the Dragon slowly walks forward, taking his sweet time before gripping Zero by the hair, peeling his head back as he raises up for one last blow
KICK TO THE DICK!
A desperate move by the Hacker there as it’s Goro’s time to drop to his knees but not for long as Zero visibly powers his arm up, gripping it around the Dragon’s throat
300+ Pounds of pure muscle gets Chokeslammed near through the mat, taking a hell of a lot out of Zero but still enough to finish off the Dragon as he floats over to his back, locking in a rear arm choke before with a roar of absolute fury, lifts him up off his feet
Zero breaks the Dragon in half with that sickening sit out powerbomb, the Hacker barely having enough energy to flop an arm over for the first…and only cover of the contest as the referee drops down
The Baddest Mother Fucker does it here tonight, going through an absolute war with the Dragon but he finally gets his revenge after so long.
The war is over. In the aftermath, both Zero and Goro Nakamura lie as bloodied messes. This has gone far beyond being personal, it is a deep-set hatred that can only end in destruction.
Zero slowly heaves himself to his feet, while Goro struggles to his knees. Before Goro can stand fully, Zero has him around the throat with his bionic arm, choking him.
“I fucking warned you, bitch. But you couldn’t see your own downfall past your own ego. They fucking died for your bullshit…”
Zero headbutts Goro, watching as his eyes cloud over and then bulge again from the lack of air.
“… And now you will too.”
Zero punches Goro square in the face with his bionic hand. Over and over and over until he pummels Goro down into the mat, unconscious.
The cavalry arrive, as several security guards flood the ring to try and drag Zero away, but he stops and turns around, putting his fingers to his temple, where the biometric chip lies. A high frequency sound erupts around the arena, the lights flicker and all stop dead in their tracks. Guards and fans alike put their hands to their ears, but Zero carries on without care.
HE PUMMELS THE UNCONSCIOUS GORO WITH HIS BIONIC FIST!
SHOT AFTER SHOT AFTER SHOT!
BLOOD POOLS AROUND THE HEAD OF GORO NAKAMURA, LYING UNRECOGNISABLE ON THE DRENCHED CANVAS!
THERE IS NOTHING LEFT OF HIM!
NAKAMURA IS DEAD, HIS SKULL CRUSHED IN FROM THE BIONIC FIST!
Zero wipes the blood and brain matter off his fist on the shirt of Nakamura, before spitting on his bloodied corpse.
This war truly is over. Goro Nakamura, killed by his own creation at the hands of Zero.
The bionic arm, Nakamura Industries bionic components. They’re all Zero’s now.
One simply does not fuck with Zero.
As Zero gets back to his feet, he’s understandably exhausted – but the night isn’t over, far from it in fact.
Suddenly, ‘Black Heart’ by Stone Temple Pilots hits and out onto the stage walks none other than the OSW World Champion, Pyre.
She makes a confident stride towards the ring with a microphone in her hand.
“Xavier, you’ve made such a mess,” she says with a sinister smile as she rolls into the ring. “But you know, as one door closes, another one opens.”
“The fuck you want, bitch?” Zero roars back at her. “You wanna end up like that mother fucker?” He says pointing at Goro’s mushy face.
Pyre shakes her head.
“Oh, I don’t doubt one of us will end up like that mother fucker or worse, but there’s a time and a place for the end of our story,” Pyre confidently suggests. “I’m not out here to fight; not tonight. I’m out here to enlighten your thick nappy head.”
That makes The Hacker smile.
“All this time…”
The lights begin to flash like a paparazzi’s camera as Deep Purple’s “Stormbringer” hits the Slaughterhouse. Smoke fills the entrance tube as the lyrics kick in.
Comin’ out of nowhere
Drivin’ like rain
There he is. Hollywood Luke Storm walks through the clouds like a lightning bolt to stand at the head of the ramp with a steel chair in hand. Zero smiles as Luke makes his way to the ring and slides in.
“You gon’ a done it now, bitch!” He growls at her.
STEEL CHAIR TO THE SKULL!
STEEL CHAIR TO THE MOTHER FUCKING SKULL….
WHAT THE FUCK!?
LUKE STORM JUST DROPPED ZERO WITH A STEEL CHAIR!
Pyre slides quickly to the outside as Storm chases after her to the edge of the ring, threatening to drop her too.
What the fuck is going on?
Storm throws down the steel chair and switches it for a microphone.
“It was me, Zero,” Storm roars. “This cunt has been blackmailing me with it for weeks, but I was always gonna tell you.”
The crowd don’t understand – nobody does.
“I outed you to Goro Nakamura!” Storm confirms to boos. “I was the one who went behind your back and shared your location with the man you murdered in cold blood tonight.”
Luke Storm hasn’t been a fan favourite in quite some time, but everyone seems stunned by this revelation.
“The truth is before Pyre turned her back on us, I was planning to do the same thing,” he growls. “She just beat me to the punch. Bad Mother Fuckers was always doomed, Zero – it was always gonna end this way.”
He tosses the microphone down and exits the ring, looking up at Pyre who now stand atop the entrance ramp with a big old smile on her face.
For the first time in nearly six years, the champions of OSW will feel the rush of pure gold run through their veins. Will the status quo remain the same, will it all be flipped upside on it’s own head or will the two wildcards enter with nothing and leave with everything?
The bell sounds as all eight competitors circle the ring, six champions, two crownless, all hoping to leave tonight with the ultimate prize. Some men are broken and battered, physical and mental drain etched upon their faces as allies they thought they could once believe in give them cause for concern.
But tonight is every man for himself.
The Impaler is the first to rocket forward, nearly decapitating a stressed out TGK with a brutal Adam Smasher. Vigour tries to come to his partners aid but old rivalries die hard as as he gets blasted by a brutal elbow to the back of the head that drops him to his knees before the Templar backs up.
HOLY WISH! KNEELING SUPERKICK!
Renault watches on, looking like he may help his fellow Templar but only gets the thought in his head before Sigil rattles his skull with a brutal Finite kick. The Collector pulls up Darth Jesus, pummeling him with lefts and rights before a leaping dropkick sends him flying to the outside and the Collector locks eyes with the Scion of Death.
Both men rushing forward with cries of anger as they begin to pound down on one another, furious lefts and rights from two jacked up titans as Darth Jesus rushes back in the ring, trying to help out Deathnote but he gets an Adam Smasher of his own as this time, it’s Bellator who’s hesitant to help, mulling things over before he’s nailed with a donkey punch to the back of the head by a recovered Vigour.
DOC BROWN’S DELOREAN! Brutal Spear from TGK nearly tears through Sir Bellator with brutal force, dropping down for the cover as The Chosen One very well could be the first man eliminated.
TW….BELLATOR GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
TGK tries to pull Bellator up but gets a mule kick to his face as the Templar kips up, pounding away at the Kid. Vigour tries again to help but the imposing Legion wants more blood as they begin to brawl and The Collector finds himself in a handicap situation as Sir Renault gets his bearings, helping the Scion of Death to beat down enemy #1.
And where is Pyre in all this?
The Fire Queen’s got the best seat in the house as she chills on the outside, watching and waiting for the right moment to strike.
Deathnote and Renault beat Sigil down into the mat, the Collector barely able to defend himself as a beautiful Big Boot nearly breaks his jaw before he’s thrust into Deathnote’s arm
FATHER MINE! HEADLOCK DDT!
The Collector barely hits the mat before both men lift him up high, looking to deliver an Unholy Crusade.
Sigil vanishes out of their grasp as Deathnote scans the arena, waiting for Sigil to return
But he never does.
The Scion shakes his head at the cowardice, his eyes flicking towards Pyre at ringside, glass of wine in hand. She raises the glass at him as he takes a step towards the ropes but Renault holds him back, the scion just shaking his head.
Meanwhile, Impaler is going wild, tossing aside Rainbow Party like they’re nothing as Bellator rushes forward
HOLY WISH! IMPALER DOESN’T EVEN FLINCH! Bellator stumbles back shocked, before a hand around his throat tosses him right into Rainbow Party. The trio rise to their feet, ready to brawl amongst one another but they look up at Legion and with a nod, the long time enemies make a silent agreement.
TGK is the first to bound to his feet, getting a headbutt for his troubles as he hammer fists down Vigour but Bellator ducks underneath his third blow, delivering a hard enziguri to the back of the head that staggers the beast back as TGK leaps to his feet
THE KARATE KID! CRANE KICK TO THE POINT OF THE JAW!
Vigour rushes to the ropes, grabbing Impaler by the skull, TORNADO DDT! Legion’s dazed but not out on his knees as all three men back up
The Impaler looks out cold as TGK raises a fist up, Bellator and Vigour looking at eachother for a moment before shrugging as they fist bump in solidarity
BIG BOOT TO THE BACK OF TGK’S HEAD!
Deathnote begins to pound down on the unsuspecting Kid as Vigour looks at Bellator with disgust
MOMENTS BEFORE HE’S DROPPED ON HIS HEAD WITH A SNAP DRAGON!
Renault drives Vigour to the canvas, staring at Bellator for a few moments before telling his tag team partner to pull Vigour up to his feet
But Bellator doesn’t move.
Renault gets in the Templars face, telling him again to pick up Vigour but Bellator just shakes his head. Renault clearly annoyed as he backs up. clenching his fist in anger before sighing deeply as he claps a hand in friendship on Bellator’s shoulder.
Deathnote peels TGK up off the mat, dazing him with a hard knee to the jaw before lifting him up onto his shoulders for the killshot just as Bellator slaps the hand off his shoulder, sending Renault staggering back into Deathnote. The Scion stumbles as TGK slips out of the Burning Hammer
NO ONE CALLS ME YELLOW! BELLY TO BELLY OUT OF NOWHERE!
Renault tries to help Deathnote but Vigour is up, nailing both he and Bellator with a leaping kick to the face before grabbing them both by the head
DOUBLE SPIKE DDT!
Vayikra are down as Rainbow Party turn to the slowly rising Deathnote as Vigour leaps over onto the apron, TGK slowly stalking the Scion as he turns around
INTO A MOST EXCELLENT ADVENTURE!
Deathnote slams down into the mat as Vigour springboards off the top rope
WITH A CASCADE OF COLOUR! FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!
That has to be it as Vigour and TGK cover the fallen Deathnote
DEATHNOTE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED
Rainbow Party celebrate for a moment as they look towards the fallen Vayikra but they only get a few steps towards them when the ring begins to rumble
And a black mist begins to fill the air.
Growing thicker and thicker until the ring is pure darkness before it begins to be drawn down into the mat and a figure slowly rising from it.
Legion has awakened and he’s fucking pissed.
Rainbow Party rush forward, leaping at a kneeling Impaler but he grabs them both by the throat, rising up to a vertical base as they struggle in his grasp, desperately trying to break free.
DOUBLE CHOKESLAM STRAIGHT TO HELL!
HOLY WISH! Bellator with the hail mary Superkick but it’s like kicking a damn brick wall as the Impaler just smiles a sadistic grin, delivering a brutal headbutt that rattles the Templar’s skull before lifting him up high
NIGHT CITY BLACKOUT! THUNDEROUS SIT DOWN POWERBOMB!
Renault gets to his feet, pounding down on Impaler’s back but it’s like mosquito stings to the monster as he nearly takes Darth Jesus’s head clean off with a standing Adam Smasher before lifting him up off his feet almost effortlessly.
TENEBROUS MALEVOLENCE! TIGER DRIVER 98….ONTO BELLATOR!
The Impaler roars in victory, flashing his cold eyes to Pyre at ringside as the Fire Queen visibly gulps but he only gets a few feet
BEFORE HE’S PULLED DOWN BENEATH THE RING!
The portal vanishes and for a few moments, there’s absolute silence before high above the ring, another appears
Sigil returns to take out the monster as the darkness fades from the unconcious Legion, Sigil easily hooking a leg as the referee counts
THE IMPALER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED
Sigil chuckles to himself, cricking his neck as he watches Vayikra and Rainbow Party rise to their feet. Rainbow Party are the first to rush forward as TGK gets a Finite for his trouble but Vigour manages to enziguri the Collector in the back of the head. Sigil staggers back as both men back him into the corner with heavy lefts and rights, Sigil still cool, calm and collected as he flicks his wrists, two portals opening on either side as he reaches inside, pulling out not one
But two blood red crowbars.
Sigil swings wild, catching both TGK and Vigour right on the jaw as they stumble back, Sigil sliding out of the corner as he twirls them around and urges Rainbow Party forward. Vigour gets a shot to the jaw by one and tripped up by the other while TGK gets a double pounding to the gut before a lifter to the jaw sends him flying through the air. Renault rushes forward, trying for a Superkick to the distracted Sigil but the Collector catches it with the crowbar, flipping him up by the foot and drilling him hard in the chest with a side kick, sending Darth Jesus flying.
Bellator and Sigil are the last two standing as the Collector raises them high before rushing forward.
Pyre has finally returned to the ring as he destroys Sigil’s crown jewels, rolling him up as he recoils in pain
SHE HAS THE TIGHTS
SIGIL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED AND IS ONE HALF OF THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS
ELIMINATED & TAG TEAM CHAMPION: SIGIL
Bellator just shakes his head as the Fire Bitch smiles that evil smile before turning to the fallen Renault and offering out his hand. Darth Jesus shakes the cobwebs out, staring at it for a moment before slapping it away. He pulls himself up to his feet, quickly getting in Bellator’s face as the two look like they’re about to implode. Renault pushes Bellator back in fury as Bellator’s still trying to make peace with his partner.
A hard paintbrush against the skull staggers Bellator back as he sighs deeply, Renault shaking his head in disgust as he turns to see both Rainbow Party and Pyre just watching the exchange as he rushes towards Rainbow Party but doesn’t get more then a few steps before he’s spun around
That Superkick had some stank on it as Bellator barely lets Renault fall from the Superkick before mounting him and raining down heavy lefts and rights. Renault manages to get him off but a hard kick to the ribs stuns Darth Jesus before he tries to lift him up high for Yahweh’s Sign but Renault manages to slip out, grabbing Bellator as he does
Renault flows through, still holding Bellator
Renault gets up once more, looking for the Holy Trinity but Bellator begins to fight out, elbow after elbow stuns Renault before he sends his head back, cracking Darth Jesus’s skull, breaking the hold and stunning Renault before he rolls back
HOLY WISH TO THE RIGHT ARM!
Bellator may well have cracked the arm of his partner there, Renault screaming out in pain as Bellator rushes to the ropes, rebounding off as he floats all over Renault before sending him crashing down to the mat with the Tornado Arm Breaker
ARM OF GOD!
The Chosen One pulls back on the bad arm with all his strength, Renault screaming out in pain as he tries to fight it but the will of Bellator is far too strong as he taps out!
SIR RENAULT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED AND RETAINS HIS HALF OF THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
ELIMINATED & TAG TEAM CHAMPION: SIR RENAULT
We are down to our final four here, Bellator confirmed to be a new champion but can Rainbow Party and Pyre retain their titles or will the landscape of OSW flip upside down?
Bellator gets to his feet, noticing Rainbow Party approach as he backs off, breathing hard as Pyre holds him back. She motions for strength in numbers, a proposition he reluctantly agrees to as the unlikely duo begin to square off with the cohesive duo.
Pyre tries to isolate TGK but the Kid ducks under a Baptism, leaping up to show her some wax off, wax on with the Karate Kid as she stumbles right into a brutal Tornado DDT. Bellator tries to nail the rising Vigour but a stiff enziguri to the back of the head sends him staggering back
AS TGK SHOWS HIM WHY NOBODY CALLS HIM YELLOW!
The Belly to Belly hits hard as Vigour leaps into the air
WITH THE QUICK THRILL! STANDING SSP!
That well could be it as Vigour stays down for the pinfall
BELLATOR GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Rainbow Party pull Bellator up, TGK backing up into the corner as Vigour tries to whip him forward but Bellator manages to reverse the whip as TGK rushes forward
DOC BROWN’S DELOREAN…TO VIGOUR!
TGK looks shocked as he turns around
INTO A BAPTISM BY FIRE! SUPPPERKKIICCKK!
Rainbow Party stagger to their feet, daze and confused as Vigour gets drilled with another Baptism before Pyre wraps him up into the Awakening Sleeper. TGK tries to help him out but Bellator stops him mid-run
Perfect timing from the Chosen One there as he flows through for the cover
VIGOUR IS TRYING TO HOLD ON FROM THE PAIN OF THE SLEEPER
HE REACHES OUT TO TGK BUT CAN’T QUITE BREAK THE PINFALL
VIGOUR TAPS OUT
VIGOUR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED AND IS THE NEW DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION
ELIMINATED & DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION: VIGOUR
VIGOUR TAPS OUT JUST BEFORE THE THREE COUNT TO TGK!
ELIMINATED & REWIND CHAMPION: TGK
THE GENERATION KID HAS BEEN ELIMINATED AND RETAINS THE REWIND CHAMPIONSHIP
And then there were two.
Sir Bellator has allready gone through a hellacious match to don the crown here tonight as he started the night sharing gold but he could well leave with everything. He only has to come for the Queen’s head.
So he best not fucking miss.
Both competitors slowly rise to their feet, Bellator catching his breathe as Pyre is the much fresher opponent. She smirks, urging the Templar to come get some
Which Bellator obliges with the HOLY WISH…NO!
Pyre catches it, flames moving down her forearms as she’s trying to burn the Templar alive. Bellator quickly backs up, Pyre not giving him an inch as she swings wild with fire forearms. Bellator manages to duck and dodge each one but a hard one to the chest causes him to yelp out in pain, his chest protection the only thing saving him from a brutal burn but it stuns him, allowing Pyre to leap up high
FIRE IN THE BELLY!
The Facebuster stuns Bellator before a low dropkick sends him back first onto the mat. Pyre wastes no time, scrambling up to the top rope as she dives off
BUT THE FIREBALL LEAVES ONLY SCORCH MARKS ON THE MAT!
Bellator manages to roll away from the Cannonball, rushing forward as Pyre gets to her feet with a flurry of lefts and rights, a brutal knee to the jaw stunning the world champion before he rushes to the ropes, rebounding off A
ARM OF GOD!
He’s allready made one person tap out to this tonight, can he win the world title with it too?
Bellator tries to crank back but he forgets how crafty the Queen of Flames is as Bellator now begins to scream in pain when fire erupts over Pyre’s right arm. He quickly lets go of the hold, rolling back as he pats out the fire on his arm but Pyre barely gets to her feet before a hard kick to the face stuns her once more.
Bellator knows he needs to stick and move here as he rushes to the ropes once more, rebounding again
FIREBALL TO THE FACE!
The mask protects his eye’s but he’s blinded for a moment as he can’t see Pyre rushing forward
OR THE FLASH INFERNO HE’S LEFT OPEN TO!
Snap Double Stomp plants Bellator into the ground as that may well be all she wrote as the Fire Queen quickly climbs up to the top rope, looking to end this in her favor. Bellator slowly rising to his feet
Bellator counters the Eclipse mid-jump as he kicks that bitch right out of the air. He’s exhausted though as he can’t follow up fast enough, slowly gettting to his feet as Pyre begins to stir on the ground. The Templar looks to the sky as he slowly climbs up, Pyre springing up to her feet as she tries to rush him but he’s allready leapt off.
DARK PRAYER! SEATED SENTON!
The Chosen One’s going all out here to do what his father could not and win that world title as he peels the stunned Pyre up off the mat, trying to lift her up in Yahweh’s Will but Pyre slides down
LOCKING IN THE FIRE TRIANGLE!
Bellator’s in trouble here, Pyre’s pulling back all her weight down onto his neck, he’s hurt and his tank’s almost empty as she begins to flicker with flames trying to force him to give up the ghost. He falls to one knee, the hold slowly sapping away his energy as the Fire Queen is so close to retaining her title.
But a Bellator’s will is infinite.
As the Templar roars with fury, slowly rising to his feet as Pyre desperately dangles off him, swinging her forward as he knocks her loopy with a beautiful headbutt. The hold loosens but he doesn’t let go of her, repositioning her for a Piledriver as he flips forward
Shades of Father Bellator there as Pyre gets spiked into the mat with force, Bellator barely able to get his shoulder over her for the cover as the referee drops down.
COULD THIS BE IT?
PYRE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Sanctus tries to lift Pyre up to finish her off but another Fireball to his face stuns him as he’s delivered another Baptism that may well have broken a few teeth. The Fire Queen’s not messing around as she rushes up to the top, begging for the Templar to get to his goddamn feet before diving off
That has to be it, the diving stunner hitting perfectly as Bellator collapses to the mat, Pyre double legging him up for the cover
BELLATOR KICKS OUT! THIS KID HAS NO GODDAMN QUIT IN HIM
Pyre is beside herself, laughing in disbelief as she doesn’t know what she has to do to retain her title here. She shakes her head, lifting his limp body up to try something different
BUT HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM!
STANDING SPANISH FLY HITS FLUSH! THIS COULD BE IT!
Belllator quickly scrambles over for the cover as he could well be world champion here.
DO WE HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION HERE?
HAS SANCTUS BELLATOR DONE WHAT LUX COULDN’T?
Pyre just gets her shoulder up as Bellator just collapses to the mat, laughing to himself as now he’s the one baffled at what he has to do to win here. Both competitors slowly rise to their feet, battered and broken as Bellator nods his head at Pyre, the Queen of Flames returning it with a middle finger before rushing forward
Bellator was ready for that one as he rolls to his feet
A fifth one drops Pyre to the mat as Bellator is feeling it, slowly heading up to the top rope as he looks for the killing blow but underneath the adrenaline, he’s slow and tired and still struggles to climb up to the top, giving Pyre the time
TO SHAKE THE ROPES, CROTCHING HIM UP TOP!
Bellator slams down on the steel in pain as Pyre climbs up top, looking for something malevolent here but Bellator’s fighting back, heavy lefts and rights that stun Pyre as he grips her around the shoulder, looking once more for the Impertio
FLAMES ERUPT ON BELLATOR!
Pyre lights Bellator up, causing him to drop Pyre in absolute pain. They lasted only for a few seconds but damn near roasted the Templar as he’s limp and broken, easy pickings for the Queen of Flames as she lifts him up high
Bellator’s skull implants off the top turnbuckle, sliding down to the mat with a sickening thud as Pyre drops to the mat, hooking the leg with that twisted grin as the referee counts
IS THIS IT?
CAN SANCTUS KICK OUT?
HAS THE FIRE BITCH RETAINED HER CROWN?
SIR BELLATOR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED AND IS THE NEW VHS CHAMPION
ELIMINATED & VHS CHAMPION: SIR BELLATOR
Pyre does it, outlasting seven other opponents to retain her championship but the depths she had to sink to retain may well show she’s dangerously close to being overthrown…just not tonight.
WINNER & OSW WORLD CHAMPION: PYRE
“Where the fuck is he!?”
Those panicked spoken words are the first thing we hear as we then witness Tag and Ether storm through the double doors of their private in-door skate park.
“Relax man, it’s probably a coincidence,” Ether reminds him, trying to cool him down.
“A fucking coincidence? Starboy’s dead and we haven’t been able to find Wiz since we found out. He didn’t even come out to help you tonight. What the fuck is up with that? That boy has been nothing but a fuckin’ traitor, Eth,” Tag reminds her. “When Pyre outed our relationship last week, I knew something was up.”
They storm into the main room, and immediately recoil.
Both stop dead in their tracks and look up.
Because hanging from the rafters is none other than Wiz – his darkened skin pale from just how long he’s been hanging there.
Ether and Tag aren’t sure what to do with themselves at first.
The Hungry Girl is quickly reduced to tears, dropping down into a squatted position as tears silently begin flowing from her eyes.
Tag on the other hand begins pacing. He just doesn’t get it.
“What the fuck is happening?” He mutters in confusion. “First Starboy… now Wiz….”
“Someone is fucking killing us, Tag,” Ether says between tears, the sadness in her voice palpable. “Someone is taking us out.”
He reaches down to pull her up and into a cuddle, hoping to make her feel better. There’s no loved lost recently between Tag and Wiz, but even he feels this one.
“We’re gonna find who did this,” he swears. “I promise.”
“And we’re gonna fucking kill them!” She angrily replies in agreement. “I want to eat their fucking hearts, man. Wiz had problems, but he didn’t deserve this. He was a brother to us; do you hear me? A fucking brother.”
“Whatever happens and whoever it is, we’ll avenge him.”
All the chips are on the table and the cards belonging to Sir Bellator and Simon Black are about to be shown as they determine who will be the eighth Old School Wrestling Ring King!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
Here we are.
After 3 brutal rounds of matches, this is the final match of the final match of Ring King VIII.
In one corner stands the masked zealot, the Templar, the son of Lux Bellator and Vayikra’s own Sir Sanctus Bellator. He performs the sign of the cross as he finishes his prayer and looks to the opposite corner, setting his eyes on the last man standing between him and the crown:
Simon Black. The Taskmaster. The Mastermind. The husband of the OSW World Champion and OSW’s reigning commissioner. He carefully observes Sanctus from afar, raising an eye at the luchador and analyzing his every move.
These two have each bested three other competitors to get here, but the question remains as to whom will best who to claim the crown tonight.
They circle one another, each man looking for any opening that could give them the advantage.
Bellator is playing it conservatively here, not too eager to show his cards this early in the match.
Likewise, Simon is holding his ground, refusing to give Bellator an inch of an opening.
Slowly, they close in on each other until they have no choice but to…
TIE UP, COLLAR AND ELBOW!
Simon curls Bellator’s arm around and twists Sanctus’ wrist. He maintains control as Sanctus positions himself to relieve as much of that pressure as he can. Bellator tumbles forward and kips up, then twists Simon’s arm around and behind him into a hammerlock!
Simon tries moving from side to side but Bellator keeps tight behind him to maintain control now. Simon ducks under and reverses it into a hammerlock of his own! He cracks a smile, but his jaw drops agape when Bellator counters by cartwheeling out and and dropping to the mat, yanking Simon’s arm across him over the top—
Simon rolls through and pauses, composing himself as Bellator kips up and readies himself for what comes next.
The two men circle each other once again and go in for another tie up. Simon transitions behind Bellator into a rear grapple and lifts him up… and takes him down onto his belly!
Then Simon slides up and wraps Bellator’s head into a chinlock. He wrenches it in while Sanctus takes in his surroundings. Sanctus reaches out towards the ropes… but shifts gears and rolls Simon’s back and shoulders onto the mat—
But it’s only a one count as Simon kicks his legs and throws their momentum back to where they began on Bellator’s belly, maintaining the chinlock all the while.
Simon knows the key to success against Sanctus is to keep him grounded, and he has a game plan to do so.
Simon traps Bellator’s arm between his legs and transitions into a crossface—
Or at least he tried to.
That opening was all Bellator needed to roll out of Simon’s grasp!
LOW DROPKICK TO SIMON’S HEAD!
This knocks Simon down for a moment, and Bellator bounds off the ropes and back at the Taskmaster—
ANOTHER BASEMENT DROPKICK!
Simon bounces into the ropes, and Bellator pulls him up to his feet against the ropes. He Irish whips Simon into the ropes and off the rebound leaps into the air as Simon bounds towards him—
A THIRD PICTURE PERFECT DROPKICK!
Bellator with the cover—
SIMON KICKS OUT!
Simon looks a little fuzzy right now, and Bellator looks to the crowd for inspiration.
He lifts Simon up into a crucifix and stands with his back to the ropes facing the entrance ramp, pausing a moment as Simon slowly realizes what’s transpiring.
BELLATOR CHARGES ACROSS THE RING—
ARE WE ABOUT TO WITNESS YAHWEH’S SIGN??
As Bellator runs, Simon begins to flail… but it’s too late for him! Bellator has reached the other side of the ring and tosses Simon over the top rope to the outside—
SANCTUS CAST SIMON STRAIGHT TO HELL!!
Simon lands on his shoulders with a sickening thud as the crowd finally wakes up! They’re on their feet after what just happened, watching on as Simon arches his back and growls in agony!
There’s a buzz about the Slaughterhouse now and Sanctus feeds off this, climbing to the top rope and putting his arms out to each side like a cross, taunting Simon as the crowd chants his name:
Simon slowly gets to his feet, and Bellator points down at him and looks to the crowd. He hops down and hits the ropes, then comes bounding at a turning Simon—
He steps up on the middle rope—
And springboards off the top rope—
FRONT FLIP SENTON—
Sanctus lands seated on top of Simon’s shoulders—
AND JERKS HIS BODY BACKWARDS—
WEST COAST POP ONTO THE FLOOR!!!!!
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
We ain’t playing tiddlywinks tonight.
This is Ring King, motherfuckers.
And this is for all the marbles.
The crowd has erupted and both men are down on the floor, licking their wounds as the ref starts the ten count.
Bellator’s the first one up to his feet, but he’s moving gingerly, the west coast pop did a number on his knees!
But he stuffs Simon face down under his knees and lifts him up high into another crucifix…
He looks toward the barricade containing all his believers, and sprints towards it—
YAHWEH’S SIGN INTO THE BARRICADE??
NO! SIMON SLIPS OUT JUST IN TIME!
He grapples Bellator and whips him out of desperation…
KNEE-FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS!
Bellator topples over them and onto the floor, and Simon sits for a moment to finally catch a breather.
Simon slides into the ring… and right back out with a shit-eating grin on his face to break the count!
Simon stalks Bellator from behind while he crawls along the ring away from him. Simon waits for Sanctus to get to his knees…
KNEE TREMBLER TO THE TEMPLAR!!
The Taskmaster laughs and waves off a man in the front row flipping him the bird, then turns his attention back to Bellator…
Simon pulls Sanctus up by the waist strap into a back grapple, lifting him up and turning towards the ring post…
AND ATOMIC DROPS HIM CROTCH-FIRST INTO THE POST AND ONTO THE APRON!
Simon positions Sanctus with his legs out and wraps them around the post in a “4” formation, and hangs off them, putting immense pressure on Bellator’s knee—
RING POST-ASSISTED CHECKMATE!!
SIMON REARS BACK AND CACKLES WITH DELIGHT!!
SANCTUS IS HOWLING IN PAIN!!
AND SIMON ISN’T LETTING UP!!
With the ten count broken, the ref counts up to five before prying their legs apart, dropping Simon to the outside to force the break!
The ref is having words with Simon, who only taps to his head as he cheekily grins, taunting the crowd, before sliding back into the ring and focusing on his opponent.
Simon drapes Bellator’s leg over the bottom rope and hops off the second rope—
SEATED SENTON ONTO BELLATOR’S KNEE!
A TRIFECTA OF SEATED SENTONS HAS BELLATOR SCREAMING, AND GRASPING AT THE KNEE!!!
Now Simon drags Bellator by the leg to the middle of the ring—
AND STOMPS ON HIS KNEE!
Bellator flips over onto his stomach, attempting to flee, but he doesn’t get far, and Simon lifts Bellator’s leg up—
AND DRIVES HIS KNEE DOWN INTO THE MAT!
Simon again pulls Bellator up from behind in the atomic position, but grapples Sanctus’s bad knee, folding the leg up and lifting him up high…
AND DROPPING HIM ONTO HIS OWN THIGH!
ATOMIC KNEE DROP!
Sanctus collapses onto the canvas and Simon stands over him, grabbing that same leg again—
Simon steps over and twists Bellator’s leg around to a chorus of boos, and falls back—
LOCKING IN THE FIGURE FOUR!
Sanctus is in a bad way.
He’s yelling in agony, reaching out, but the ropes are miles away!
The ref gets down to Sanctus’ level—
“TAP!” Simon screams!
“NO!” Bellator retorts!
If this were a game of Simon Says, Sir Bellator would have lost by now.
But it’s not, and its going to take more than commands to make Sanctus tap!
SANCTUS DRAGS HIMSELF BACKWARDS!
HE’S FIGHTING IT, HEADING TOWARDS THE ROPES!
SIMON REARS BACK, STOPPING SANCTUS IN HIS TRACKS!
HOW MUCH MORE ABUSE CAN SANCTUS TAKE?
Sanctus covers his face, and ref gets up close and asks him if he wants to tap…
SANCTUS REACHES UP—
AND PULLS HIMSELF CLOSER TO THE ROPES!!
HE’S MERE INCHES AWAY NOW…
BUT SIMON BRIDGES INTO A FIGURE EIGHT!!
Sanctus shakes his head no, and extends his arm as far as he can…
AND CLUTCHES ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE TO BREAK THE SUBMISSION!!
The ref is taking no nonsense and pushes Simon off of Sanctus to give him a breather, then checks on the zealot, who pushes him off and crawls away to the center of the ring, where he gets to his knees…
Just where Simon wanted him to go.
Simon rushes Bellator from behind—
Simon rolls Sanctus over and hooks the bad leg—
THIS MUST BE IT!!
BELLATOR GOT THE SHOULDER UP AT 2.999!!!
The ref holds two fingers up in Simon’s face, and I swear you can see the numbers crunching behind the absolutely shocked face in The Taskmaster’s beautiful mind as he develops a backup plan before our eyes!
He moves to the corner, watching, waiting for Sanctus to get to all fours.
Sanctus is exhausted, and his knee is jacked up. He’s moving gingerly, and right into Simon’s trap…
SIMON RUNS AT BELLATOR, AND LEAPS ABOVE HIS HEAD—
THE FINAL WORD!!!
BUT THE CURBSTOMP HITS NOTHING BUT CONCRETE!!!
Miraculously, Sanctus was playing possum, and when Simon turns around Sir Bellator grapples him from the side and backflips in one, fluid motion—
STANDING SPANISH FLY OUTTA NOWHERE!!!
RIGHT INTO A COVER—
SIR BELLATOR WITH THE HAIL MARY!!
SIMON KICKED OUT!!
SIR BELLATOR CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!
Bellator pulls himself up by the ropes and points to the heavens!
As Simon stirs, Bellator goes to the corner and begins climbing, his bad knee buckling with every step, until he reaches the top…
BUT SIMON DIVES INTO THE ROPES—
AND BELLATOR GETS CROTCHED YET AGAIN!
Simon moves to the corner and climbs up to face his opponent. He throws Sanctus’ arm over his head and hooks the luchador’s bad leg—
AND LIFTS UP—
FISHERMAN SUPLEX FROM THE TOP!!!
BOTH MEN CRASH TO THE MAT AND JOSTLE AROUND LIKE CRASH TEST DUMMIES!!!
And it’s Simon who’s up first, standing over Bellator.
Simon will have to concoct his most masterful plan yet to pull this victory off tonight.
He lifts Bellator up and shoves his head under his legs…
SIMON HOOKS ONE ARM—
AND HOOKS THE OTHER—
HE JUMPS UP—
Simon rolls the unconscious Bellator over and hooks his bad leg for good measure—
SIMON SAYS CROWN ME, PEASANT!!!
Simon Black is the new OSW Ring King!
WINNER AND RING KING 2022: SIMON BLACK
He’s done it!
The Taskmaster has become Ring King 2022. King Black gets back to his feet as the referee hands him the crown, being instead implored to place it upon is raven bonce.
The fans boo in unison as he stretches out his arms in celebration – only…
Suddenly, a blue portal opens behind him. It’s Sigil! The Collector snatches the crown from upon Simon’s head and thrusts himself back into the portal before The Taskmaster can do anything about it.
As Simon scrambles towards the portal and it closes, he’s left slamming the canvas enraged.
“Sigil!” A voice roars, walking causally from the entrance ramp towards the ring. It’s a voice that belongs to Death – accompanied by his son, Deathnote.
The Grim Reaper enters the ring alongside Simon, who still can’t believe what’s happened.
“You’re making a mistake!” He angrily yells. “A grave mistake. You want the last crystal in my possession, do you not? You want to fight me at Red Snow for possession of it.”
Simon looks on, confused.
“Well then, you have three weeks to return the Ring King crown to our rightful King, or I’ll punish you and this entire roster for your sins,” Death barks. “This isn’t the hill you wish to die upon, is it?”
“I don’t understand,” King Simon interrupts. “Why do you care about my crown?”
Death stares at him with a look that can only be described as… deathly. Black immediately silences himself.
“You have three weeks,” he reiterates. “Three weeks and time stops. Three weeks and your life will be over. I’ve tried doing this the easy way. I’ve tried doing this the hard way. Now, it’s time to do it the extreme way. Return the crown and fight for the crystals, or die before you ever make it to Red Snow.”
Death tosses the microphone down and heads towards the ropes, exiting the ring.
Deathnote meanwhile whispers something to Simon.
The sound of a massive electrical charge is accompanied by the loudest bang you’ve ever heard. We’re in the middle of no-where as debris flies through the air, accompanied by smoke. A large silver pod has landed and when the doors puff air and open, a man falls out to his knees, gasping for air.
The blind winner of Deathstrike crawls along the ground, eventually stopping a pair of pointed black shoes.
We don’t see who they belong to.
“You’ve finally arrived,” SHE says softly.
He takes a moment to compose himself.
“Is that how you intend to start?” Whispers asks. “With me on the backfoot? That’s an intriguing position but you told me to come, and I have come. Where is the target?”
“Old School Wrestling,” the female voice confirms. “New York City.”
“And the being in the Glass Tower?” He queries. “This will satisfy him?”
“You cannot comprehend the glass tower, Whisper; you shouldn’t dare try. Just know that should you aide in the destruction of your target, your home world will itself be safe from destruction. You earned this opportunity by winning Deathstrike, but your biggest challenge is yet to come. Don’t be careless, or you’ll fail.”
Whisper pulls himself to his feet and begins dusting himself off.
“I’ll go to Old School Wrestling.”
He clicks his neck.
“And Vigour will be destroyed.”