MISSING
BACKSTAGE
“I imagine your friends are very worried about your location, Mr. Royal,” [Edward says removing the gag from his mouth by force.] “You’ve not been seen or heard from since last Monday.”
“What do you want?” [Royal says stuttering, dehydrated.] “You won’t stop Mammon with my capture; he’ll still take your title, old boy.”
[Newton laughs.]“I want information,” [The Riddler says, kneeling before the former King.] “And you’re going to give me it, aren’t you? Because if you don’t, I’m going to cut pieces off of you until you do.”
[Royal chuckles heartily, not quite buying it.] [That’s until Edward produces a very large kitchen knife.] [That changes his tune immediately.]“Whoa, now wait a second, old chap; let’s be reasonable about this, shall we?”
“This deal your colleague says I made with him?” [Newton says, putting the blade pointed tip down on his knee.] “Is it real?”
[Trembling with fear, Nigel doesn’t know what to say.] [Therefore, and with great pressure, The Riddler pushes down on the knife, drawing blood as it enters the knee.] [Nigel lets out a horrifying scream, begging off.]“Please stop, please!”
[Newton shakes his head ‘no’.]“Tell me.”
[Royal gasps for air.]“It’s a lie,” [he blurts out.] “He made the whole thing up to shake your confidence. He’s a trickster, a salesman, a fraud; he sold you a lie and you bought it. Now please, for the love of God, let me go.”
[The World Champion smiles, putting the gag back in his mouth.]“Don’t worry Mr. Royal, no more harm will come to you but I can’t carelessly let you leave, can I? Should I do that, you’ll be a factor in my match tonight. I’ll let someone know of your whereabouts in a few days time. Until then, perhaps you should stew in the filth you’ve created?”
[Newton slowly backs away, leaving Royal there to groan and grimace, desiring nothing more than to be let go.] [Cut.]MAKE ME HAPPY
BACKSTAGE
“Hey guys!”
[Happy lifts a finger into the air in an attempt to catch the attention of two people common sense might say he shouldn’t want anything to do with.] [Lord Griffin Walters and Kasabian. They’re just making their way through a doorway which we can only assume is their designated locker room area.] [A scowl comes over Walters as he recognizes Happy’s presence; turning to greet him or block him rather as Happy extends his hand with the card in it.]“Hey fellas…” [Happy reasons in a friendly tone.] “I just wanted to put all this behind us and let you know that I’m really sorry that we couldn’t end up being friends.”
[Walters looks down at the card being pressed into his chest, slowly reaching up to grab it with his fingers. Taking a quick look at the material offering, he drops it on the floor.] [A look of confusion and maybe a hint of hurt covers the face of Happy as he kneels to get the card. Standing back to his feet when…] [KAH HAHN!] [Kasabian drives a bullhamer into the jaw of Happy, knocking him instantly to the floor where he drops the card again. Blood beading up on his lip as Happy covers his face in shock.] [Lord Griffin Walters and Kasabian stand over him.]“You never learn do you punk” [Walters scolds.] “My boy isn’t your friend, he’s your destroyer and that busted lip is only the start of a very long night for you!”
[Happy rolls over on his hands and knees, pulling himself to his feet as he picks up the card. A look of distraught on his face.]“It would really make me happy to be your friend” [Happy proclaims.] “But if you can’t look on the bright side, outwrestling Kasabian tonight at Ring of Dreams will make me happy too!”
[With that, The Happiest Man On Earth begins to back his way down the hall away from the duo. Lord Griffin Walters only chuckles at the somewhat threatening statement from Happy as Kasabian stands silently by.] [Cut.]HAPPY VS. KASABIAN
SINGLES MATCH
VALHALLA WAITS
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Death comes for us all Volsungr… but much sooner for you.”
[And with that Troy’s fingers wrap around the hammer, gripping it tight. His oxygen level decreasing by the second as the lights of the boat continue to disperse, leaving him in darkness.] [Solveig squats, driving the hammer down into the concrete block around his left foot, but to no avail. Again he thrusts the tool down into the hard service, but only a chip is removed. The force of the water is preventing a full strike.] [Time is running out as Troy lets out a coughing gulp. One last time driving the hammer down into the block and for the first time in the darkness… there is light with the crackling of the concrete block.] [We move to the surface of the waters. The lights of Miami in the distance shining down on the image of Chambers distancing himself from us in the boat.] [Seconds pass.] [No sign of Solveig.] [And then…] [GASP!] [Volsungr breaks the surface of the water, gasping for air. He’s exhausted. Coughing, spitting.] [The end was near, but not close enough.] [Solveig peers through the night’s sky into the distance. His focus falling upon the boat.]“Valhalla waits for Volsungr, D’Von Chambers” [A look of intensity covering Troy’s face.] “But your heaven shall not wait much longer for you! We shall soon see if the faith you have in your God is greater than the faith I have in myself!”
[Static.] [Cut.]D’VON CHAMBERS VS. TROY SOLVEIG
SINGLES MATCH
BALANCE
BACKSTAGE
“Stop. I can’t let you do this!”
[Novan whips around, incensed, to glare the man headed towards him. Informer suddenly stops in his tracks, as if frozen in place. Novan’s head twists towards him as his mouth twists into a grin.]“You’ve felt it too, haven’t you? You believe you feel the call of your heart, but that whisper is only the Historium calling out to you. It wants to avoid its destruction. It craves control, and I have given it none.”
[Informer drops to his knees, the control of Novan no longer being exerted upon him.]“You don’t feel it anymore, do you?”
[The rivers of molten metal around him begin to bubble. The Informer tries to get up, but only holds out a hand towards Jacen.]“I’ve spent my life working to achieve balance. But now that I stand here, in the heart of the Bogan’s power, I realize how foolish that was.”
[The glow of the Historium intensifies as the door slams shut behind the Informer.]“I will not do what I have come to do. The Historium is mine.”
[Jacen Novan seems to be filled with a sudden flow of energy, holding his arms out to let it fill him with the power of the Bogan. The Informer is now back to his feet. He looks around the room, and a sudden determination fills his words.]“What have you done?”
[Novan looks upon his foe as one would an insect as the Informer angrily walks towards him.] [The fight is on.] [But can the Informer withstand Novan?]INFORMER VS. JACEN NOVAN
SINGLES MATCH
“Did you really believe the cube was my only source of power?”
[Novan headbutts The Informer, SPLINTERING HIS MASK!] [The investigator is rattled over and over as Novan tees off on his face, while never showing anything but unrestrained glee.] [JACEN UPPERCUTS THE INFORMER SO HARD IT LIFTS HIM OFF THE GROUND!] [The Informer is down, but coughing as he tries to catch his breath from the assault, but Novan plants his foot into his back, knocking him down to the edge of one of the molten streams. Informer cannot get up, the edge of his mask beginning to bubble under the heat.]“You spoke truly, didn’t you? You told me not to destroy it.”
[Novan removes his boot, allowing Informer to rise to his knees. The masked man spits his next words in response.]“I was wrong.”
[Jacen laughs, his eyes glowing with power.]“Nevertheless, I will not prolong this any further. You will not suffer.”
[Novan holds up his hand, and Informer’s body rises off the ground.]“Much.”
[WHOOSH!] [With a flick of his wrist, Novan uses his power to throw the Informer across the room RIGHT INTO THE BLACK ABYSS!!] [The Informer has vanished into the dark pit below them!] [The Historium snaps across the room to Novan’s hand as he walks over to the edge, where he stood a conflicted man just minutes ago. There is no longer any conflict in him, he has chosen the path he feared for so long. Jacen peers over the edge.] [Darkness.] [The Informer is gone.] [The door slams open as Novan turns to face it.]“None will stand before me.”
[Jacen Novan leaves the forge, the power of the Bogan filling him beyond measure.] [From deep within the Tap Room, Jacen Novan steps out with foul intentions.] [Can any stand against him?] [Cut…] [Wait.] [An arm flings itself above the jagged precipice.] [The Informer lives!] [But is it enough?]THE FINAL COUNTDOWN
DOUBLE TAP ANNOUNCEMENT
Introducing Berengar and Zander Zane, The Final Countdown!
FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC
RECORDED EARLIER
“This is it, my friends. Tonight, I’m going to give Major Tom a choice…it’ll be up to him to decide between my friendship and a one-way trip back to whatever corner of the universe he fell in from.”
[We can now see Oscar pacing back and forth, occasionally looking at his puppets as he continues to speak.]“We’ve been through a lot, haven’t we? That spaceman has persistently denied my friendship, and even gone so far as to try to turn some of us against each other…”
[He glares at Skeletor, whose head is hanging down in shame.]“…but all that pain will be worth it when I show The Lost Cosmonaut the error of his ways. After tonight, he will understand that if you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us!”
[Suddenly, a noise from the other room grabs the puppeteer’s attention. He runs into the other room, where he sees the spaceship suddenly imploding in a bright flash of light! Oscar notices a sheet of paper left behind, walking carefully toward it before picking it up to read it aloud.]“M.T. phone home.”
[Vogel scratches his head, trying to make sense of the phrase when he notices the Cosmonaut floating right in front of him, staring him down with as cold a stare as one can give with a skull on fire. Before Oscar can say a word, the flames grow larger, barely contained by the Cosmonaut’s helmet as he raises a hand to silence the puppeteer.]“I’m going to put this dream to rest tonight, and you won’t be able to blame anyone but yourself for what happens. Not me, not Skeletor…just you, Oscar Vogel.”
[With that, Tom floats away…revealing the row of puppets now lined up in front of Vogel once more. The puppeteer is quivering in fear of what might happen tonight, hoping he hasn’t made a terrible mistake in pursuing a new friend.] [Cut.]OSCAR VOGEL VS. LOST COSMONAUT
SINGLES MATCH
DEAL BREAKER
RECORDED EARLIER
“It’s all ready to go, boss.”
[Nate nods in response, a smile on his face as he looks over the data presented to him.]“I haven’t heard from her since our last meeting, so it’s probably for the best we have this ready. I’ve got eyes out in front and behind the Tap Room, as soon as she arrives we’ll have to…oh no…”
[Nate’s eyes glance past the clipboard to the floor below, where vines have begun growing through the cracks. They increase in size and mass, soon twirling around Nate’s men at the machine…and the vines take a hold of them, squeezing them tight until they can resist no more. Nate scans the room, a look of terror on his face when he sees Gaia at the door, her eyes burning with rage.]“I am no science experiment, child. You cannot take advantage of Mother Nature…everyone who’s tried has paid a heavy price. It’s time for this dream to die, Nate Washington.”
[With a wave of her hand, she sends more vines through the room, ripping apart Nate’s machine piece by piece! Nate is helpless to stop what has transpired, as Gaia looks on with a cold glare before turning her attention to Jamal, who comes running at her…only to be slammed against the wall by another vine! She speaks not another word before walking off, leaving Nate with what remains of a deal gone horribly awry, as Jamal finally comes to. The two of them set about helping the other men back to their feet and picking up the pieces of the machinery.] [Cut.]NATE WASHINGTON VS. GAIA
SINGLES MATCH
FOUND
BACKSTAGE
“You should have given them some respect, Trebol! You blew up and they took the titles off the line!”
“Don’t tell me to respect them and give up my pride, Spero. When they tried to call what we do, what I did, a game, I couldn’t let them get away with it. Do you understand? They shouldn’t be allowed to walk all over us, we can’t give them that power.”
[Spero shakes his head, not pleased with his partner one bit. Suddenly the duo hears the sound of groaning come from another room. They instantly put their differences aside, springing into action! They bust down the door, coming face to face with… Nigel Royal. The Gentleman is bound to a chair, a few bruises on his face, Nigel more than out of it. Trebol instantly looks to leave him behind, Spero stopping him with a hand on the shoulder.]“Where are you going?”
“Leaving. You think we should really help this guy? With all that money he should be just fine having a bodyguard find him.”
[Spero pulls Trebol back.]“We don’t need to get him medical attention but at least allow me to untie him, okay? It’s only fair he gets a chance to show for his match, yeah?”
[Trebol rolls his eyes before nodding his head.]“Fine. But if this bites us in the ass, then it’s on you.”
[Spero nods, undoing the bindings on Royal before turning to walk away, Nigel barely coming to as the scene fades out.]RAMPAGE I
BACKSTAGE
“I can’t let you leave,” [The Informer says.] “I have to stop you.”
[The Informer charges at him, only Novan uses his ever-growing power to lift him off his feet into the air. He holds him there, approaching with a sinister smile under his hood.]“Please,” [The Reporter begs.] “Please, Jacen, wait; this isn’t your path,” [he mutters through strained teeth.] “Please, have mercy. EF has done this to you. EF. EF.”
[Hoping that those words stop Novan, he shouted them as loudly as he could, only Jacen didn’t budge. He stepped closer, looking at his levitating foe.]“Do you know the cost of your insolence?” [Novan asks, peering upwards.] “No? I’ll show you.”
[He suddenly turns, grabbing a nearby staff member and tossing them powerfully through a nearby wall. The bone shattering crunch that follows stuns The Informer, who tries to beg for mercy, but finds his voice box squashed by the power of his captor.] [Novan moves quickly – quicker than he ever has, ducking under an attempt to grab him by Security. He turns to face the three Guards, squeezing both of his hands tight. They stop dead, allowing Jacen to kick one away, sliding him a hundred yards across the floor. He grabs another, tossing him aside as if his three-hundred-pound frame didn’t exist, straight through a glass window and into the locker area.] [Blood now stains the floor.] [The final man gulps. He tries to move but he’s unable.] [Novan grabs him by the throat and powers him to his knees. He looks up at The Informer and smiles sadistically.]“I told you,” [he snarls.] “No-one gets in my way.”
[Snap.] [The Informer screams but nothing comes out. The Security officer falls to his knees, dead before his body hits the ground fully, and The Informer soon joins him, crawling over with deep sadness.] [The Chosen One brazenly walks away, leaving carnage in his wake.] [Can Novan be stopped?] [Cut.]THE GENTLEMEN CLUB VS. THE GUARDIANS
TAG TEAM MATCH
El Trebol Jr. tags in Spero and the pair take to Royal with a two-on-one advantage… HURRICANRANA FROM TREBOL IS CAUGHT INTO A NECKBREAKER BY SPERO! HOLY CRAP! The Greenbean takes to the ring apron as Spero hoists Royal to his feet, only to Irish Whip him out of the ring and to the Tap Room barside!] [Edgar Nevermore is powerless to help his opponent as Royal is in a bad way on the far side of ringside. Spero lights up the skies with a TOPE SUCIDA! Nigel Royal is really taking a pounding, and the pounding continues at the barside. Nevermore tries to come to the rescue but is stopped by the referee. Spero Whips him into the bar and pummels him with left and right body shots before DROPPING ROYAL WITH A BELLY-TO-BACK SUPLEX ONTO THE BAR FLOOR! Spero rolls Royal back into the ring.] [Spero backs a groggy Royal into the corner and sits him up on the turnbuckle. With a quick tag to El Trebol Jr., the pair get back to double teaming the Gentleman. Both Spero and El Trebol climb the turnbuckle together… ] [DOUBLE SPANISH FLY! THE TAP ROOM ERUPTS!] [Nevermore tries to get into the ring, desperate to change any momentum of the match but the referee stops him once more. This gives Spero a chance to climb the ropes… LAST BEACON! HE HIT IT ALL! The referee turns around as Spero rolls out of the ring, leaving El Trebol, the legal man inside. He climbs the ropes as well… AL VER VERDE! AAAND ROYAL IS OUT! He hooks the leg for the pinfall…
[One… ] [Two…] [THREE!!! LEG ON THE ROPES!] [Trébol can’t believe it. He gets up and looks at the referee in confusion, asking what just happened. Edgar Nevermore is slumped against the ring apron, smiling. He hops back onto the apron and takes the advantage! Nigel quickly tags him in then collapses on the canvas. Nevermore catches Trébol as he turns..] [OXFORD COMMA!] [HE COVERS..] [ONE…] [TWO…] [THREE!] [Nigel Royal got absolutely pummelled tonight, and the Guardians tactic of isolating him kept Nevermore all but out of the match. However, some how and some way, The Gebtlemen Club pick up a statement of a victory here!]EVEN THE SCORE
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“You believe that you’re always two steps ahead. That you are the one in control. But do you know what, Dante? Control freaks are predictable, even those that pride themselves on being a mysterious enigma. So long as you feel that you are the one in control, that you have the upper hand… You will show me everything I need to know.”
[He reaches inside Dante Xavier’s sleeve and pulls out an olive. Marked on the olive, the initials DX.]“Simple sleight of hand? You’re not even trying, are you?”
[Shadow pushes Xavier away, back first into the bar. Xavier scrambles back to retort but Shadow stops him with a hand in front of his face.]“I’ve been watching you, Dante. This whole time, I’ve been studying. Not just where you think I have been looking, but everywhere the Shadows are. For you like the Shadows, they reveal your secrets. The Shadows are where one learns so much about another if he is patient enough to wait.”
[Xavier looks sideways at Shadow, piecing together what he is saying.]“It doesn’t matter what you think you have figured out, Shadow. If you try to go toe to toe with me in my own game, you will lose. I told you to look closely, so I am glad that you have been listening.”
[Shadow smiles, patting Xavier on the cheek.]“Oh, I’ve been more than listening. I have studied your every move. Your smoke and mirrors are going to come crashing down. For the more you think I have been sucked in by your sideshow, the more you have become under my control. And what I have learnt, your secrets. They will give me every advantage. Enough to even the score.”
“Time to put your money where your mouth is then…”
[With that, Xavier disappears in a classic cloud of smoke. When he reappears, he is in the centre of the ring, staring down at Shadow. Shadow takes the steps to the squared circle… Now is the time to prove who is really in control of the game.]DANTE XAVIER VS. SHADOW
SINGLES MATCH
SWORD IN THE STONE
DOUBLE TAP ANNOUNCEMENT
Introducing The Lich King, King Arthur and his partner, Knightwatch.
BRENT KERSH VS. FEAR
REWIND CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Kersh is reeling! GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB! KERSH IS PLANTED INTO THE MAT! Fear throws boot after boot into Kersh’s skull onto blood spills onto the mat!] [Kersh tries to crawl away but Fear grabs his head! HE SLAMS IT FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT! Brent is unable to retaliate as Fear peels him off of the mat and slings him into the turnbuckle! CORNER CLOTHESLINE- SPEAR! SPEAR BY KERSH NEARLY BREAKS FEAR IN HALF! Kersh rolls away and shakily gets to his feet just in time to see Fear rise up seemingly unharmed!] [And Fear rushes forward with a massive big boot- AXE HANDLE FROM KERSH! Brent is looking weary as he turns around to see Fear rise again! ANOTHER AXE HANDLE! AND ANOTHER! Fear refuses to stay down and Kersh runs right into a massive uppercut that drops him! He places a foot on Brent’s throat and presses down! HE’S CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF KERSH! The Enforcer seems to be fading fast! Fear releases him and grips him with both hands! He lifts him up high into the air! DEFIANT KICK TO THE GUT BY BRENT!] [Kersh drops to his feet and lands a huge knee before lifting Fear up! SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT! THE MODIFIED TOMBSTONE HITS WITH A SICKENING THUD ONTO THE MAT! KERSH COVERS FEAR!] [One!] [Two!] [Three!] [Kersh has done it! He has overcome his fear and walks away tonight with his sanity still in tact!]
REDWING: FINAL LEVEL
RECORDED EARLIER
“Welcome to my TESTING CHAMBER!”
[With that, the dimly lit room floods with lights as the animals cry out in pain from the sudden shock as Gameboy rolls to his feet and looks down.]“Redwing, buddy, I’m so glad you’re here.”
[Electricity shoots down the cage as Gameboy staggers backwards for a moment.] [Mysterion steps out with a switch in his hand with a grin on his face. Dr. Mindfuck steps down from the enormous Master Computer with a bit of flare as he takes a bow.]“WELCOME! Although truthfully, I have NO idea just how you knew where HERE is.” [Mindfuck ponders as a bead of sweat trickles down the forehead of Redwing.]
“Tracking sensor on your vehicle.” [Redwing quickly retorts covering his identity.] [Redwing takes a step forward as he hears whirring of gears. Four robots step out from a door behind Mindfuck with guns aimed at Redwing stops.]
“I think that’s far enough, hero. Looks like I finally get to kill you.” [Mysterion says with a snicker.] [Time seems to slow down as Redwing begins to process. His eyes flood to the corner of the rooms, but the lights have prevented any sort of darkness in the room. He looks at the animals and realizes that they’re basically of no help. He continues looking until he spots it.] [A grin spreads across his face.] [Mindfuck laughs.]
“Looks like there will be NO hiding in the DARK, TODAY!” [Mindfuck laughs.]
“Even in the darkest of situations, there is always light, villain. Gameboy…”
[The glossy eyes of Gameboy look down at Redwing.]“I once saw you bring light to the dimmest of situations inside of that hospital. Can you be our light? I…” [Redwing sighs.] “… need your help.”
[With that, Gameboy’s eyes light up as he turns and looks at the Master Computer before getting giddy. His form suddenly changes as he becomes pixelated. A beam of light extends out and moves into the computer. The eyes of Mindfuck open as wide as possible as he rushes towards the keyboard.] [Gameboy appears on the computer before looking down at Mindfuck and shaking his head at him.]“Looks like I’m running this system now. Hmm… looks like you have a lot of inventions on here, buddy.”
[It’s then that the screen changes to a version of Galaga with Gameboy’s ship at the bottom with a host of Mindfuck’s inventions on the top of the screen. Gameboy begins expertly shooting them as their remains fall into the Recycle Bin. The robots collapse as one file is destroyed.]“NO! HOW DARE YOU!!! GET OUT OF THERE!”
[After a moment of clearing everything from the screen, the light beam emits from the screen as Gameboy rises to his feet right in front of Redwing.] [He smiles at Redwing before they take off out of the door leaving Mysterion in fumes as he looks at Mindfuck.]“The heroes are getting away!” [Mysterion yells as Dr. Mindfuck begins clicking around on his computer.]
“It’s… all gone. They took it all…” [Mindfuck’s voice is barely above a whisper.]
MINDFUCK & MYSTERION VS. GAMEBOY & REDWING
TAG TEAM MATCH
THE MASTER PLAN
RECORDED EARLIER
“Tonight, at Ring of Dreams… WE FEAST!”
[With that, the piercing white fangs of Michael Graves are shown before they plunge into the neck of Chip with a splattering of blood spraying all over the neck and face of Michael Graves!] […]“AGHHHH!”
[The sound of sheer agony is heard as Michael Graves recoils as his face is literally smoking from where the blood has touched him. He falls to his knees as Montana’s eyes shoot open. He reaches towards his neck and removes what is a small pouch lining up against his neck underneath the cloak. Looking at him now, it seems his shoulders are padded. Montana removes both pouches as he throws them to the floor. The smell of tomato sauce spreads into the noses of the Chiroptera as they quickly recoil.]“Oi, sorry mate. Extra garlic in my sauce.”
[Michael Graves gets to his feet after wiping the sauce from his face. He is seething.]“I’m sure you’re wonderin’ how I managed to do that. Well, let’s just say this was all a part of the plan. Right, Kev?”
[It’s at this point that the dripping from the ceiling stops. Kevin flies down into the picture as his appearance is startling more and more pale as he’s beginning to resemble Graves in his ghastly appearance.]“We arranged for me to be taken because we figured that this was the easiest way to ensure that no one else was taken to be a sacrifice to some sucky god.”
[The entire cavern seems to twitch at the sound of the heresy. Montana looks around with a smirk before looking at Graves. Michael Graves stands to his feet with his seething settled down to mere annoyance.]“So, what’s next in your master plan? How do you plan on taking down an entire assembly of Chiroptera?”
[Their voices begin to raise in defiance as Chip just smirks.]“Easy, mate. I’m here to challenge you to The Count.”
[The voices instantly quieten down as Graves looks at him curiously.]“I’ve been studyin’ up on you Bat-freaks. I know that there is an ancient traditional battle named after The Count himself. Both combatants fight until the other can’t stand. What do you say, Batboy? Are you scared to put your honor on the line?”
[Michael Graves looks out over his Chiroptera before separating them like the Red Sea with his hands to a point where he walks to. Chip follows along as they stand across from them.]“I’m impressed by your studies on our traditions, but once I’ve destroyed you… you’ll wish you had let me give you MY bite.”
CHIP MONTANA VS. MICHAEL GRAVES
SINGLES MATCH
“All Hail Barbatos!” [says the large vampire.]
“ALL HAIL!”
[This seems to be the starting bell as Michael Graves rushes towards Chip Montana and blasts him with a running clothesline! Montana falls to the hard surface beneath him before slowly getting to his feet. Graves is incensed as he nails him with two quick right hands as Montana is reeling from the impact. Graves wraps his cold hands around the throat of Montana before just choking him in mid-air!] [Montana looks around for Kevin who is being held out of the fray by several other members of the coven. This seemingly lights a fire underneath Montana as he reaches down and rakes the eyes of Graves who steps back in pain.]“Oi, get your filthy hands off of him!”
[Montana decks two vampires who releases Kevin. Montana turns back to the fight at hand before Graves nails him with a big boot that floors The Prairie Dog Whisperer. Montana is drug towards a large stalagmite coming out of the base of the cavern. Graves takes a few steps before rushing towards Montana throwing his entire body into the cannonball as Montana is squashed into the hard rock behind himself! Michael Graves rolls to his feet as the sounds of cheers reverberate throughout the cavern as Graves relishes in it.] [Graves grabs Montana by the arm and hoists him to his feet before hooking both arms of Chip Montana to indicate the end!] [However, Montana slips out of the hold and blasts Graves with a thumb to the eye! Graves roars out in pain at all of the eye trauma before Montana kicks him in the shin. Montana looks at the stalagmite before finding a foothold on part of it. He steps up and leaps down onto Graves with his knees digging into the back! Instead of going backwards like he normally does for See Ya Later, Alligator, Montana pushes forward as all of his weight comes down driving his knees into his back!] [IN AWHILE CROCODILE!] [Graves spits out blood at the impact as Chip Montana rolls through and comes onto his feet. The chorus of boos rumble the cavern as a few rocks fall from the sheer echoes. On the flip side, Kevin seems to be enjoying himself as he’s clapping and cheering.] [Chip Montana turns around just as Michael Graves is getting to his feet. He wipes the blood from his mouth with his hand before sneering at Chip Montana. Montana charges him before Graves connects with a shot to the gut. He follows it up with a quick Dragon suplex onto the hard rock floor.] [RED DEATH!] [Chip Montana is down and in obvious pain. Michael Graves gets to his feet with deep breaths and his fangs exposed. He stands tall as the crowd is dead quiet while waiting to see if Chip can get up.] [Slowly… Chip Montana rises to his feet as Graves kicks him with a Spartan kick sending him back into the stalagmite.]“Why will you not DIE?”
[Chip spits out blood at Graves before smirking.]“Oi. Because I’m grabbing nature…”
[Chip lunges forward, but Graves stops his hand from grabbing his junk!] [BACKHAND!] [Blood spurts from the mouth of Chip as Graves just holds his wrist as Montana slumps down.]“Not today.”
[DAWNBREAKER!] [The double underhook reverse tombstone piledriver smashes Chip’s head into the hard rock floor as Montana isn’t moving!] [The crowd cheers as the battle is over. Kevin slides underneath Chip and begins moving him as Michael Graves stands over them.]“Remove this stain from my home at once. He’s not worthy of MY bite.”
[Kevin slowly drags Chip towards the exit as they find themselves in a truck heading away.]TAP, TAP
DOUBLE TAP ANNOUNCEMENT
“Watch my six,” [one of the voices tells sternly.] “I’m Oscar Mike.”
[More gunfire ensues.]“Three contacts up ahead. Double Tap! Double Tap!”
[Suddenly, the door knocks.] [Both men look at each other, pausing the game. One of them gets up and walks towards the door, carefully opening it at a crack, before realizing who it is and thrusting it open happily. Stood there before him is a woman of great beauty; a familiar face herself; though we can’t see her thanks to the darkened hallway outside.]“Oh, it’s you!”
[She steps forward, revealing herself.]“What’re you doing here, Cayci?”
[The camera turns to show our enamoured gentlemen, a geek by any standard; Neville Sheldon.]“I received this,” [she says, pulling an envelope from her pocket.] “It’s an invitation to Double Tap II. They want Beauty and the Geek to reunite in Old School Wrestling.”
[Neville takes the envelope and opens it, taking a look.]“Hold on a second, who sent this?” [He asks quizzically.] “It’s signed EF? Errol Flint? I thought he was dead?”
[She doesn’t much care.]“I have no idea and to be honest, I don’t really care. You’ve been sat on your ass for months, stewing in mediocrity ever since Lux Bellator sent you home with boils. They’re gone now, Neville. You’re safe. You have to stop hiding in this apartment.”
[Sheldon scoffs.]“Why would I want to leave here? I have everything I need. I order my food and have it delivered; amazon, eBay and online shopping take care of all my needs.; I don’t even have to leave the house, let alone fight. Besides, something seems off about this, don’t you think? Errol Flint is dead yet this invitation is signed EF. Doesn’t that seem strange to you?”
[The Nerd walks back into his apartment and sits back down on the couch. Cayci walks in and immediately positions herself in front of the television.]“Look, this is an opportunity of a lifetime. It’s one night, that’s all. If you won’t get your butt off that couch for you, will you do it for me?”
[Sheldon looks at his fellow gamer; John Cho – who shrugs.] [He sighs.]“Fine, but I’m warning you, any sign of an apocalypse and I’m out of there.”
[She smiles, running her hand along his face as she steps aside.]“You bet’cha.”
[Cut.]DARKSTAR VS. BERENGAR
SINGLES MATCH
The Void Knight screams out in agony but the Conqueror doesn’t cover instead heading up to the top rope, as he sizes up the broken Berenger, NOVA STAR…KNEES! Berenger just counters the Shooting Star in time!] [Both men slowly get to their feet as Berenger blocks a hard right, a stiff headbutt sends Darkstar staggering back before a massive Lariat with the left arm flips the Conqueror through the air. Darkstar staggers up as he’s lifted up into the air before driven back down with an impressive one armed Spinebuster. Berenger begins firing up as he pulls Darkstar to his feet, trying to lock in the DESTINY’S MAW! He can’t quite get it locked in however with one arm as Darkstar easily powers out, slamming his back backwards as Berenger staggers back. Darkstar rushes to the ropes, bouncing off right into the VANQUISHER! Berenger didn’t get all of it thou as he drops down for the cover] [ONE…] [TWO…] [THR..] [DARKSTAR POWERS OUT! A hard knee to the jaw seemingly stuns Darkstar as he rises, The Void Knight rushing to the ropes as he’s stopped by WORLD’S COLLIDE! The mammoth headbutt drops Berenger like a shot as he’s lifted up high in the air, his right arm bent behind his back before he’s sent crashing to the canvas with a BLACK HOLE BOMB! Berenger is down but not out as Darkstar lifts up the broken hero, twisting him in mid-air before spiking him into the mat with a sickening DYING STAR DRIVER! Blood impacts the canvas as Darkstar drops down on the seemingly broken Berenger] [ONE…] [TWO…] [THR..] [….BERENGER KICKS OUT! But that may have been all the strength he has left as he slowly sits up, fury in his eyes as Darkstar shakes his head, knowing the Void Keeper is done as he slowly pulls Berenger up to his feet, not noticing Vigilkeeper is in his hands before the Void Knight drives it through the Conqueror’s heart! Blade dripping in venom and blood, Darkstar looks shocked as he collapses to the canvas, the referee quickly calling for the bell] [The Knight of the Void has done it, it was a hellacious war that he very nearly lost but he did not miss twice as the world has been saved from the wrath of the Conqueror Darkstar]
HEDGED BET
BACKSTAGE
“You ready to get your ass kicked, already?” [Karrde asks as he saunters up to Eli Forever.] “Or you gonna hand me over that title.”
“Not quite, Karrde.” [Forever coolly replies.] “I told you last week that I was more valuable as an ally to you.”
[Eli smiles as Karrde taps his foot impatiently.]“But I neglected to add that you are a valuable ally as well. While I understand that you won’t want to do business with me anytime soon, I do hope that will change in the future.”
[Karrde grins at this comment.]“You’re damn right. We sure as hell ain’t doing business. But make no mistake, Eli, this ain’t a personal situation for old Karrde. Hell, I even bet on you to win tonight.”
[Forever raises an eyebrow behind his sunglasses.]“Why?”
[Karrde grins, pulling off his sunglasses.]“Vegas says you’re the favorite, Mr. Heir Eternal, so I bet on you to win.”
[Eli is confused, but Karrde continues.]“It’s called hedging your bet, kid. You ain’t winning tonight, so I laid a small fortune down on myself, but if you got your ass disqualified or counted out, I’ll still break even. Old Karrde don’t let the odds play him.”
[A small smile appears on the face of Eli Forever.]“Even if your reasons are deplorable, and your methods vile, I have to admit that you made a wise decision. Were I a betting man, I’d hedge my own bets as well. I’d make sure that I retained an advantage over you going into tonight. Because even after I defeat you tonight, you’re holding something that gives a chance to walk out of Ring of Dreams a champion. Perhaps you can rest up, and I might even help you with that big jackpot you talk about.”
[Karrde puts his sunglasses back on with an annoyed smirk.]“That’s it, then? You want me to lay down for you in hopes that you help old Karrde win the World title tonight?”
[He snorts.]“I ain’t decided if I’m taking the World Title tonight, but I’m sure as hell taking that Double Feature strap. See you in the ring, Eli.”
[Karrde pushes past Forever, heading to the ring. The stagehands all gather around Eli, their deference revealing them as members of his congregation.]“Shall we still attack?” [One of them asks.] [Forever grins.]
“No, I’ve changed my mind. I’m going to defeat him by myself, and show him that he’s not who he thinks he is.”
[The members of Forever’s congregation disperse, while Forever watches Karrde walk away.] [Cut.]RAMPAGE II
BACKSTAGE
“Come on boy,” [He says to his slave.] “Let’s get out of here.] [But before he can go, Novan uses his hand to squeeze the air and stops them.] [The Chosen One looks at them with a wry smile, then turns his attention to Kasabian’s throat.] [Beep. Beep. Beep.] [Click.] [Jacen clicks his fingers and Kasabian’s throat collar suddenly explodes, splattering his head with such force that pieces of his skull fly through the air like a ton of bullets through the face and head of Lord Walters. Both of them fall to the floor, collapsing, as blow once again begins to flow.] [Novan growls slightly, feeling the power in his hands.] [My God.] [He takes the Historium from inside his robe and looks over it, taking a deep breath.] [Cut.]
WILD KARRDE VS. ELI FOREVER ©
DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
NOT WORTH THE PAPER
NEEDFUL THINGS
“Mr. Newton, I expected you.”
[Edward smiles.]“I’m certain that you did, Mr. Mammon; after all, you span an incredible yarn to manipulate me into losing confidence in my abilities. I have to admit, I’m quite impressed by your ingenuity.”
“Alas, it hasn’t worked, has it?”
[The Riddler shakes his head.]“No, I suppose not. The receipt you gave me clearly wasn’t worth the paper it was written on. However, the receipt I intend to give you tonight will certainly make up for it.”
[Mammon steps closer, looking at his foe in the eyes.]“Besides, it isn’t I that should be concerned with information.”
[The World Champion stands up and begins to walk away, leaving Mammon somewhat confused.]“And what do you mean by that, Mr. Newton?”
[Edward turns with a smile.]“Well, the Pandemonium winner has never succeeded in winning the World Championship at Ring of Dreams. Many have tried and all have failed. Red River Jack, Bruce Van Chan and Solomon Rhodes have all seen their dreams turn to nightmares on the grand stage.”
[Mammon contemplates that for a moment.]“And your desperate attempt to shake my confidence only further proves how afraid you are of becoming yet another victim of the Ring of Dreams curse.”
[The World Champion opens the door and is about to step through when once again, he turns to face The Salesman.]“I don’t envy your position, Mr. Mammon. You’re facing the undefeated World Champion, 53 and 0, at an event where the World Championship has never not been successfully defended. I must say, those are quite some odds. I wouldn’t worry though, I’m sure you have just the thing,” [he says with a smile, looking around.] “However, I’ve come to understand that everything comes at a price.”
[Newton chuckles to himself, slamming the door behind him as he leaves. Mammon grimaces, rubbing his fingers down his moustache.] [Cut.]REDMOND QUINN VS. WOLFGANG
I QUIT MATCH
Wolfgang is stunned on the mat as Quinn drops down, locking in a Fujiwara ArmBar! Wolfgang screams out in pain as Quinn pulls back with all his might, trying to force Wolfgang to quit but the Superior refuses, pulling himself to the ropes…which does nothing. No Rope breaks in this match as Quinn uses it for leverage to torque back even further. We can hear the tendons stretch and snap as Wolfgang looks like he’s about to quit before finding a burst of strength, using his right arm to lift Quinn and the left side of his body up off the mat and down with a ringshaking Powerbomb, breaking the hold!] [Both men slowly rise to their feet, Wolfgang ducking under another Roundhouse, 1488! A massive Spartan Kick sends Quinn flying into the corner and as he comes staggering out, Wolfgang nearly takes his head off with a thunderous Big Boot. The Superior doesn’t follow up, instead wrapping his left arm around the ropes and with a sickening pop, pushes it back into the socket! Wolfgang shakes his left arm out, smiling a sadistic smile as he backs up, nailing a rising Quinn with another 1488! The broken Tutor collapses to the canvas as Wolfgang slowly waits for him to rise to his feet, running forward with a thunderous..] [BLOOD AND SOIL!] [Wolfgang rolls out of the ring, grabbing a chair and a microphone as he sits down on the chair, raising Quinn’s bloody head up with his boot ‘Ready to die yet Neger?’ ‘Fuck You’. Wolfgang calmly gets up, placing the chair on the canvas, Wolfgang as he waits for Quinn to slowly try and get up, BLOOD AND…QUINN IS ON HIS FEET! Wolfgang rises to his feet right into a mammoth chair shot from Quinn. Wolfgang is still up as Quinn nails him again, and a third time before bouncing off and landing a near home run shot that finally drops Wolfgang. Quinn doesn’t stop, raining down shot after shot until the chair is a twisted mess of metal before tossing it away and dropping down as he locks in the FINAL ASSIGNMENT! Wolfgang screams out in pain, blood running down the face of both men as the pain is too much for the Superior, finally screaming out ‘I QUIT!’] [Redmond Quinn does it, beating the Superior in his own game despite the odds as he finally lets go of the hold, his hand raised in victory as he just shakes his head]
SMILE
DOUBLE TAP ANNOUNCEMENT
“Chin up, buddy.”
[An unfamiliar voice breaks the monotony of silence.] [Happy looks up, his cheeks slightly wet.]“I wish I could but it seems like everyone I try to befriend doesn’t want my friendship. I don’t even have a Tag Team partner for Double Tap. I always try to look on the bright side of life but today, I’m feeling a little gloomy, that’s all.”
[The owner of the voice steps into frame.] [His blue t-shirt has yellow signage on it that reads ‘Free Hugs’.] [Gavin Davis.]“W-Wait a minute,” [Happy stammers.] “I-I know you, don’t I? You’re Gavin Davis! I’ve been your super fan since RAGE!”
[Davis blushes.] “Gee, thanks man. I’ve been watching you too, as it happens. You’re a good kid with a big heart. You shouldn’t let a few bad situations get you down. Besides, I’ve sought you out tonight for a purpose. Not only it is clear you need a hug but you obviously need a partner for Double Tap, am I right?” [Happy lunges out of his chair, embracing Gavin with the biggest of hugs.]“Really, do you mean it?” [Happy says cheerfully.] “Do you really mean it?”
[Davis hugs him back.]“Of course! Now, as for our Tag Team name, I had a couple of ideas.”
“Hug Life.”
[Davis nods.]“Or we could go with…”
“Hug Life?” [Happy interrupts again, a little more hopefully.] [Gavin chuckles and smiles.] “Absolutely, man. Hug Life!”
[Cut.]RISE OF ARTHUR
RECORDED EARLIER
“The one that cracks the golden seal frees Arthur, King of Camelot from his eternal rest.”
[It sits as it has for centuries undisturbed a few seconds more. With a whoosh of something moving fast, the torches in the room flicker. The movement goes to the crypt, flashing by faster than the eye can possibly see. The crown that held the seal clatters to the floor, cracking the rim of the ornate headpiece. It flashes a bright green light briefly as it does so, a bond severed of eternal rest.] [Green mist begins to leak out from the coffin, pouring out around the once sealed lid. As it increases, the lid lifts up and clatters down to the ground, its purpose since served. A withered hand emerges from within, grasping onto the side of the stone box. The body that emerges seems to be that of a mummified corpse!]“Who dares awaken Arthur? What mortal fool sought me out?”
[He finds no answer in the form of a person.] [As he stares forward oblivious. Meanwhile, our camera lowers to see two letters sit carved into the sarcophagus, a marker of who had been here before.] [E.F.]“It is time to Ascend.”
[Cut.]ENTRY #1: GAMEBOY
SWEET DREAMS: ASCENSION
ENTRY #2: REDWING
SWEET DREAMS: ASCENSION
ENTRY #3: CHIP MONTANA
SWEET DREAMS: ASCENSION
“Hi! I’m Chip Montana, and I’m grabbing nature by the balls!”
[The crowd cheers as the slinky, outdoorsy jam “Safari” by The Breeders hits the speakers. Chip walks out clutching his side in pain from the previous battle with Michael Graves. He high fives and slaps hands with fans on the way to the structure. He sees Gameboy and Redwing laid out as he looks down at both men.] [Chip Montana doesn’t even study the two men down before climbing up to the next ledge. He sits at the edge of the steel mesh wall just kicking his legs absentmindedly. He looks at a wrist tape watch before tapping it and listening to it. Seconds tick off as Chip Montana just watches as Redwing and Gameboy slowly get to their feet. They look up and see Chip sitting on the edge. He notices them looking at him and he gives them a friendly wave.] [Both men begin quickly scaling the side of the wall as Chip gets to his feet. Gameboy gets a hand up, but Chip begins BITING on the hand of Gameboy who releases his hold! He’s still holding on with his other hand. Redwing is climbing up as Chip begins slamming his head into the steel mesh wall! Gameboy uses this moment to roll up and tackle Chip to the mesh!] [The two get to their feet as Gameboy rushes Chip!] [LEVEL ONE!] [Redwing pulls himself up as Gameboy spots him.] [LEVEL ONE!] [Two superkicks catch both men on the chin as they’re laid out. Gameboy sighs before falling to a seating position behind them in exhaustion.]ENTRY #4: ELI FOREVER
SWEET DREAMS: ASCENSION
ENTRY #5: D’VON CHAMBERS
SWEET DREAMS: ASCENSION
ENTRY #6: DANTE XAVIER
SWEET DREAMS: ASCENSION
ENTRY #7: SPERO
SWEET DREAMS: ASCENSION
ENTRY #8: KING ARTHUR
SWEET DREAMS: ASCENSION
SHOTGUN
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“God damnit!”
[He slowly lifts his hands from the floor, realizing that something wet soaks his palms. He turns his hand in the limited light, trying to make it out. He can’t.] [Carefully, using pews, he gets back to his feet and dolly footsteps through the wet patch on the floor to the front desk. Redmond places his satchel down on the table and pulls on the light cord, switching on his desktop lamp.] [Thrusting his hand under the light, his face turns to that of horror. What he slipped in, it wasn’t water, it was blood.] [Quinn rushes around his desk to the wall, slapping on the light as quickly as he can. His eyes are transfixed on the walkway as the lights flicker on around him. There’s blood everywhere. There’s blood all over the floor and the nearby desks. His eyes widen and his jaw drops as he hesitates to step forward and have a better look.] [Then he turns around.] [Slumped against the wall, blood dribbling from his mouth, Kane Doebern sits with a hole in the middle of his chest. There’s blood and viscera everywhere, whilst a shotgun rests at his feet. Redmond stumbles backwards, throwing up violently. His stomach evacuates all over the floor upon the sight of his student, deceased, blown to pieces.]“Kane…” [He mumbles.] “Oh Kane…”
[Then he looks up above, on the white board, scrawled in the blood of Doebern.] [卐] [Cut.]EDWARD NEWTON VS. NICHOLAS MAMMON
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Both men slowly rise to their feet, breathing heavily as the cock sure champion just urges Mammon forward. Nicholas tries for a forearm that Newton blocks, drilling Mammon with a trio of his own that rocks the challenger before he spins him around, drilling him with a huge German Suplex that drops Mammon on the back of his head. Newton begins firing up, pulling Mammon to his feet as he rakes his eyes, kicking him in the shin, A SECOND NEVERMIND! Mammon gets absolutely spiked into the mat as Newton drops down for the sure victory.
[ONE…] [TWO…] [THRE..] [THE REFEREE IS PULLED OUT OF THE RING!] [Newton is confused for a moment before the other two Gentlemen roll into the ring and begin attacking Newton. The undefeated champion begins fighting back but as Mammon stirs to his feet, the three on one odds are too much for the Riddler as he’s beaten down to the mat. A big lifting uppercut rocks Newton before he’s lifted up by Nevermore and Royal and driven into the canvas with an assisted Piledriver. Royal climbs up to the top rope as Nevermore lifts Newton high up into the air, Royal diving off, SPITFIRE IN MOTION! Newton is done on the canvas as both Nevermore and Royal roll out of the ring, tossing the referee back in who groggily begins to count. [ONE…] [TWO…] [THRE… [NOT LIKE THIS…] [THRE…NEWTON KICKS OUT!] [The Champion’s legendary resilience is on show tonight as the Gentlemen look incensed] [Mammon drills the rising referee with a hard elbow to the back of his head as Nevermore and Royal roll back into the ring, Nevermore with the world title in hand as Mammon lifts Newton up into a Full Nelson, Nevermore rushing forward with the title…NEWTON SLIPS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND AS NEVERMORE DECKS MAMMON! Shocked, Nevermore turns right into a kick to the gut, followed by a kick to the gut by the onrushing Royal as Newton leaps up, grabbing both by the head, DOUBLE NEVERMIND! Both men roll out of the ring as Mammon slowly gets to his feet, his wound opened up once more as he finds himself face to face with a fired up Edward Newton] [Newton rushes forward, drilling Mammon with lefts and rights before lifting him up high, slamming him to the canvas with a lighting fast Snap Suplex. Newton pulls Mammon up to his feet but gets a thumb to the eye before Mammon tries to lock in a desperation Bully Choke. Newton rolls through, stunning Mammon with a stiff uppercut before rushing off the ropes as he bounces off right into a high knee to the jaw. Newton is rocked for a moment as Mammon backs up, trying for KNEE-DFUL THINGS but Newton catches the knee, landing a sly low blow before drilling Mammon into the mat with a thunderous NEVERMIND! A second referee slides into the ring as Newton drops down for the cover..] [ONE…] [TWO…] [NEWTON BREAKS THE PIN, FLIPPING MAMMON OVER INTO THE RIDDLE BOX! Mammon struggles under the hold before Newton pulls him completely up, locking the knee under the head as the Salesman is forced to tap out! ] [The Riddler does it, weathering the storm of the Gentlemen as he shows the world exactly why he is undefeated and still the world heavyweight champion] [Edward Newton faces Eli Forever at Crash and Burn for the OSW World Championship!]DOGS OF WAR
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“What’s the matter Brent?” [Says a voice with a slight twang of country accent.] “You don’t like my huntin’ dogs?”
[He laughs.]“That’s alright, I don’t take it personally,” [he remarks.] “But they got the taste of blood in em’ now, Kersh; they can smell ya.”
[Kersh looks through a small window, trying to place the voice, only the thrusting of the dogs behind the door make it difficult.]“And they ain’t the only ones. You see, me and you gon’ have a few words, somewhen down the line; that’s the only reason I don’t let em’ rip you apart right now.”
[The man whistles, calling his dogs off.]“But this dog gon’ hunt, Brent. This is just me bearing my teeth; a warning. You won’t get another.”
[The camera switches to the outside, revealing the man with a large Cheshire Cat sized grin on his face.] [Jon Davenport.] [Cut.]