Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Many years ago.
VHS #134
The Tap Room.
In a private room, somewhere lurking within the walls of the famous Tap Room, a man that looks very similar to Viper Roberts stands surrounded by colleagues.
Only, he’s not quite the man we know.
His hair is stringy and he’s wearing a dirty pair of off-white overalls. There’s no famous moustache and he seems meeker than ever before. In his hand is a cup of dark gloopy black liquid.
[ Unknown ] “You gonna drink it, Serge?”
The man looks up at him, then at the colleagues surrounding them.
They’re all watching intently.
[ Serge Roberts ] “I’m not sure. We’ve been cleaning this shit up for weeks; you’ve seen how dangerous it is. It just keeps coming back and covering the walls.”
Wait a second.
What?
[ Serge Roberts ] “But you know, I’m so fed up of being at the bottom of a barrel. You can see what this has done for David. I want that power; I need it.”
It’s the fucking Virus.
With the cleaning crew egging him on, he does the unthinkable and drinks down the virus.
The crowd cheer as he downs every single drop.
Only suddenly, he falls to his knees, coughing and spluttering.
Before you know it, the cleaning crew panic. Everyone that was once cheering him on now runs as quickly as they can away from him, leaving him screaming in agony.
Black ooze leaks from his mouth, dripping down the front of his chin and blackening his teeth.
The agony is strewn across is exacerbated face. Serge collapses on it, hitting the floor hard.
With the room now empty, he lays there unconscious for hours.
But as the time passes, something changes. His hair gets thicker; his body begins changing – becoming more powerful and mighty.
He slowly gets to his knees; the black ooze now dried a green colour on his chin.
Serge smiles.
Only he’s not Serge anymore.
He’s Viper Roberts.
He’s part virus.
He gets back to his feet, taking his name tag off his overalls and placing it on the side – leaving The Tap Room and his miserable life behind.
Cut.
The ToyBox.
A bleak hellscape of fun and games. SeeSaw’s torture chamber of secrets only he knows.
But tonight, Chip Montana has come to it.
Willingly.
A giddy SeeSaw dances to the door, letting Chip in with a huge grin.
[ SeeSaw ] “What took you so long, silly? Dave is waiting!”
For some reason, the ToyBox is dark as SeeSaw leads Montana towards some steps and a raised platform. Montana walks up them, and then squints as he tries to pierce the shadows in front of him.
[ Chip Montana ] “Oi, mate! I don’t see a bloody rabbit?”
The lights suddenly turn on, but they’re not normal lights.
It’s a disco ball.
[ SeeSaw ] “Oh Chip! I didn’t say anything about a rabbit.”
SeeSaw rises up the stairs behind a stunned Montana.
The giddiness is gone.
The smile is gone.
[ SeeSaw ] “I said Dave was here. I don’t know where your bloody rabbit went.”
In the center of the raised platform, which we can now see is a dance floor, there stands a man.
Dave?
Wearing a loose and puffy green shirt, and ridiculously tight pants, the man steps forward into the light with a flourish.
He looks exactly like SeeSaw, just sans the paint.
[ SeeSaw ] “Chip, meet Dave. My brother.”
His brother?
The one he’s been searching for? Was it Dave who called him last month?
[ SeeSaw ] “We’re no longer estranged, but now we find out if he’s deranged! I had fun on our hunt, but we were hunting different things, Chip.”
Chip Montana turns with a flash of anger in his eyes.
[ Chip Montana ] “Well fuck me dead, mate.”
SeeSaw finally smiles.
[ SeeSaw ] “There’ll be no fucking here, buddy!”
He points to Dave.
[ SeeSaw ] “That’s incest. Come on, Chip!”
He slaps Montana on the back as Dave approaches.
[ Dave ] “Chip, my man my man. My brother’s right. We won’t fuck ya’, but the skinny is that you’ll be dead as a disco doornail!”
Stuck between the brothers D’Ville, Chip Montana can only do one thing.
Fight.
For his goddamned life.
Chip is in shock as the match begins in a surprise two on one!
DISCO DOOR NAIL! DAVE NAILS CHIP WITH A FLYING AXE HANDLE!
Montana is rocked hard and Dave lays into him with a rhythmic hail of kicks as SeeSaw starts grabbing toys!
HE’S GOT RAZOR BLADED COVERED SOCK’EM BOPPERS! DAVE HOLDS CHIP AS SEESAW BOXES HIM OUT! BLOOD POURS FROM HIS WOUNDS!
A massive swinging uppercut takes Chip down as SeeSaw dances excitedly! Dave grabs a toy!
INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH SILLY PUTTY!? HE STRETCHES IT OVER CHIP’S FACE AND KNEES HIM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD RUNNING MAN STYLE!
Chip can’t breathe! He’s scratching at his face but the putty won’t break! Dave yanks it away and we see Chip’s face imprinted in the putty! SeeSaw laughs maniacally as he lifts Chip up! Dave grabs a box and dumps out the insides! It’s a princess castle!?
CHOOCHOO BOMB! FREIGHT TRAIN ALL UP ON CHIP’S FERGUSON AS HE GETS POWERBOMBED ON TOP OF THE CASTLE! IT CRUMPLES INWARDS AND REVEALS A PILE OF SPIKES INSIDE OF IT!
Chip surely can’t keep going can he? He tries to crawl away as Dave dances under the disco ball and SeeSaw closes in on him with devious intentions! But Chip reaches inside of his jacket!
“GO! TIMOTHY!”
TIMOTHY?
CHIP THROWS AN OCTOPUS INTO SEESAW’S FACE! IT WRAPS AROUND HIS HEAD AND SQUIRTS INK ALL OVER HIM!
Chip gets to his feet as Dave approaches him! He rears back!
AND GRABS THE BROTHERS D’VILLE BY THE BALLS!
DAVE AND SEESAW YELL OUT IN PAIN AS CHIP SQUEEZES WITH ALL HE HAS!
YANK!
BOTH MEN FALL TO THEIR KNEES! CHIP RUNS BEHIND THEM! DOUBLE BULLDOG! SEESAW AND DAVE HIT THE FUCKING GROUND WITH DAVE GOING FACE FIRST INTO THE PRINCESS CASTLE!
Montana stumbles away and looks for a way to defend himself as SeeSaw fights to get Timothy off of his face! Dave is the first up and he rushes Chip!
CHIP PULLS A SNAKE FROM HIS TROUSERS! HE TOSSES THE TROUSER SNAKE AT DAVE AND IT LATCHES ONTO HIS NOSE!
Chip grabs the snake and wraps it around Dave’s throat! He yanks hard and Dave begins to choke and gasp as Chip wrecks his throat with his trouser snake!
OCTOPUS TO THE FACE! TIMOTHY JUST NAILED CHIP! SEESAW GOT HIM OFF!
SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST! SEESAW TAKES CHIP DOWN WITH A MASSIVE HEADBUTTING SPEAR THAT SLAMS HIM INTO NEARBY TABLE AND SHATTERS IT TO PIECES!
Timothy crawls away as SeeSaw drags Chip from the wreckage! He forces the snake off of Dave’s face and both men turn to grab Chip off of the ground! The show host is woozy as they lift him up!
SLAPSTICK CLAP TRAP BY BOTH OF THEM! MASSIVE TWO MAN BELL CLAP TURNS CHIP’S KNEES TO FUCKING JELLY!
Dave rolls his hands in a disco dance before backhanding Chip right to the fucking ground! The Brothers D’Ville are brutalizing poor Chip as SeeSaw goes to find his newest toy while Dave dances under the disco ball!
PLINK!
SMASH!
THE DISCOBALL SHATTERS AND GLASS RAINS ON DAVE! CHIP MONTANA FOUND A SLINGSHOT AND JUST SHATTERED THAT OUTDATED LIGHTING FIXTURE!
Dave rolls around in pain as the glass shreds his skin and SeeSaw comes rushing back with his latest creation!
AN EASY BAKE OVEN! HE RIPS OFF THE DOOR AND STARTS IT! FLAMES FUCKING SPEW OUT AT CHIP AND HE DUCKS FOR COVER!
Montana rifles through the pile of terrifying toys and yanks out…
JACK THE CRASH TEST DUMMY!?
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Get fucked, Garry Glitter!”
CHIP NAILS SEESAW WITH JACK! THE OLD DUMMY FUCKING EXPLODES SEESAW’S NOSE IN A SPRAY OF BLOOD AS CHIP DESPARATELY WAILS ON HIM!
Montana is doing everything he can as he slams Jack into SeeSaw as many times as he can! He’s fighting for his life!
SEESAW CATCHES THE DUMMY! HE YANKS CHIP IN! THE BIG WHEEL! TORTURE RACK SPUN OUT INTO A TERRIFYING NECKBREAKER PLANTS CHIP!
Mr. Make Believe rises to his feet and wipes the blood and ink from his face as he calls for Dave! The Deranged Disco Dude finds one particular toy that’s sure to put this match to rest!
HE’S GOT SEESAW’S MEMORY SLUGGER!
SeeSaw holds Chip in a painful full-nelson! He wants Dave to end him!
HE SWINGS THE SLUGGER!
AND HITS SEESAW!?
CHIP JUST DUCKED OUT OF THE WAY AND SEESAW IS LAID OUT AS CHIP GRABS DAVE
BY!
THE!
BALLS!
GORILLA PRESS! HE DROPS DAVE RIGHT ON TOP OF SEESAW’S HEAD AND THEIR MINDS FUCKING COLLIDE!
HE LEAPS BACK! RUNNING PUNT KICK TO BOTH MEN AS THEY BEGIN TO RISE!
CHIP JUST WENT FUCKING APESHIT ALL OVER THE BROTHERS D’VILLE!
KILLED!
WITH!
FIRE!
Montana collapses as both brothers remain down! He’s survived the Toybox!
For now.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#9a2325″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER: CHIP MONTANA [/edgtf_highlight]
For a few seconds, all is silent in the ToyBox.
Montana is down.
SeeSaw is down.
And Dave, poor Deranged Dave, is laid out the most, having been killed with Chip Montana’s fire, as it were.
SeeSaw begins to rouse, muttering a single exclamation.
[ SeeSaw ] “Dave!”
Mr. Make Believe crawls past the remains of the weaponry used earlier as he comes to his brother’s side. Glass is all over the fucking place after the disco ball was shattered earlier. The wiring that had powered it now sits exposed and hot.
[ SeeSaw ] “Dave, are you alright?”
Sitting up, SeeSaw rests up against his brother’s body. He listens for a heartbeat, then starts humming “Stayin’ Alive.”
Dave is alive.
[ SeeSaw ] “This did not go as we planned. You weren’t as deranged as I thought. Maybe disco really is dead.”
He grabs a large glass sliver from the ball, just as Chip Montana begins to get his wits about him.
Let’s focus on Chip a minute.
Montana’s eyes widen as he watches what SeeSaw is doing. A blood curdling scream fills his ears, and Chip Montana is something he’s never been in his life before.
Silent.
He scoots away, silently as we hear the sounds of hammering and ripping.
With Chip escaping the ToyBox, we turn our attention back to SeeSaw. He has his back turned to us, as he is fiddling with the remains of the disco ball.
[ SeeSaw ] “It’s perfect! Chip! Chip! Look at the Daveco Ball!”
Rising above the ToyBox is the repaired disco ball, but instead of glass, the ball is instead…
Dave’s fucking head!?
Lightbulbs have been crudely wired into Dave’s skull, with different colors emitting from each orifice. As the remaining blood drips down to cover his already blood-covered face, SeeSaw whirls around to face Chip.
But he’s gone.
The smile vanishes off of SeeSaw’s face as he shouts out into the shadows surrounding the edge of the ToyBox.
[ SeeSaw ] “Nobody ever wants to play with me!”
The Daveco Ball flickers.
Once.
Twice.
Darkness falls.
[ ??? ] “We’ll play with you, Andy.”The light comes back on, but now SeeSaw is not alone.
He’s surrounded by ten… maybe fifteen… forms who stand on the edge of the shadow.
And they all look just…
like…
him.
Some are grotesquely disfigured. Others are sharp dressed. But they all share the face of one Andrew Fish.
One steps forward, his face half melted away.
[ ??? ] “Hello, brother. I heard you’ve been looking for us.”SeeSaw gulps.
Cut.
[ Lucy Seraphina ] “BANZAN! BANZAN!”
Lucy is frantically running backstage as she looks around for the Mountain. A few moments pass and Banzan walks towards the calls of his name.
[ Banzan ] “What is it, vampire?”
Lucy turns to the voice and presents pictures. The pictures show Kaine Knightlord at Odawara castle with Tenchu.
[ Lucy Seraphina ] “It was him, Banzan. Kaine killed Tenchu. He’s been playing us from the beginning.”
[ Banzan ] “How do I know this is not a trick? I saw similar photos of you and Tenchu.”
The Angel of Silence pulls out a small DVD player.
[ Lucy Seraphina ] “Because I’m not the one who took the photos or this. These were sent to me by my brother.”
She hits play on the video and it shows Kaine and Tenchu battling it out, a rage in Kaine that hasn’t been seen before. He’s tearing Tenchu apart in this brawl. After a few moments, the fighting ends and you see Kaine emerge from the smoke before the voice of the small Japanese man comes looking for Tenchu.
Banzan looks at this footage and a rage tries to break through the calm exterior of the Monk.
[ Banzan ] “I knew it. All along, I knew it was him.”
Banzan looks at Lucy. A pained look as he sees his student’s body left in the rubble.
[ Banzan ] “You were a part of this too, Seraphina. You haunted Tenchu early on. But you did not kill him that day.”
Lucy takes a step back from the Mountain.
[ Lucy Seraphina ] “I had no part in this. I followed orders to save my own head with Kaine, not that it clearly mattered in the end.”
Banzan holds a hand up to stop Lucy from talking.
[ Banzan ] “Do not use the Nazi excuse with me. You willingly followed orders, you played a part in everything that happened.”
Banzan turns away and heads towards the ring.
[ Banzan ] “Kaine will pay first. I will deal with you some other time.”
Cut
Two vampires and a monk step into a ring tonight. But who will step out victorious?
The vamps immediately look towards Banzan as the bell rings. Lucy and Kaine slowly inch towards the Mountain and he readies himself in a defensive stance.
These two may be working together to cut Banzan down to size: but can they coexist?
Lucy strikes first—
BUT BANZAN CATCHES HER RIGHT HAND—
AND ROCKS HER BACK A YARD WITH A MASSIVE HEADBUTT!!
Kaine is next on the prowl—
BANZAN CATCHES HIS PUNCH TOO—
AND ANOTHER MASSIVE HEADBUTT FLOORS KAINE TO THE MAT!!
Banzan stands tall but doesn’t see Lucy pounce on him from behind—
SLEEPER HOLD!
Lucy is hanging off Banzan’s back like a spider monkey and Banzan tries shaking her off—
JUST A BITE!!
KAINE DREW BLOOD!! HE BIT BANZAN’S FOREHEAD!!
The mountain yells out in pain as Lucy slides off his back to her feet…
BACK RAKE!!
Banzan again yells out and arches his back in pain! You can see the claw marks already beginning to pool with blood as the two vamps rush the big man together with a flurry of punches and kicks until Banzan collapses to the mat!
Kaine drops down and latches on a front facelock on Banzan, who is on all fours, while Lucy again rakes the shit out of Banzan’s back with her dagger-like fingernails!
Banzan is a bloody mess and in a bad way, and Kaine can smell the blood. Kaine transitions into a gogoplata—
CRIMSON VOW!!
KAINE IS TRYING TO CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF BANZAN!!
BANZAN SHAKES HIS ARM—
HE WON’T TAP!!
Lucy realizes Kaine might get the win, and puts the boots to Kaine to break the submission.
Now the vamps are jawing at one another in the middle of the ring in frustration. Kaine and Lucy had been working so well together up until this point, but is their business partnership coming to an abrupt end?
Seems likely.
DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE BY BANZAN!!
The vamps get back to their feet as Banzan rebounds off the ropes and charges them again—
ANOTHER DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE—
LUCY FLIPS AROUND IN MIDAIR FROM THE SHEER FORCE!!
BUT KAINE DUCKED IT!!
Kaine yanks Banzan’s wrist and twists the arm—
RIPCORD CLOTHESLINE—
NORTHERN LARIAT!!
THE BLOODY STREAM!!
…
BUT BANZAN IS STILL STANDING!!!
Kaine and Banzan stand eye to eye for a moment and you can hear the audible gulp from Kaine just before Banzan thrusts his fingertips five times into Kaine’s pressure points—
FIVE POINT PALM STRIKE—
THE TIGER CLAW!!!
Kaine walks away, seemingly unhurt, but then he suddenly begins to wobble and clutches his heart in agony as he collapses on the mat!
Banzan turns and sees Lucy regrouping on her knees…
Lucy pulls herself up by the turnbuckles, and Banzan commits to attack her—
BANZAN RUSHES LUCY—
BACK BODY SPLASH!!!
Lucy wobbles a bit after Banzan recoils off her, and she drops to a seated position.
Banzan stops in his tracks and sloooowwwly turns his head back to her…
RUNNING FACE WASH BOOT INTO THE FUCKING CORNER! HE DAMN NEAR KICKED HER FUCKING HEAD OFF!
Lucy collapses on her back and Banzan follows up by demanding that she get back to her feet—
SHE DOES… SHE FUCKING DOES…
MAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAA!
He drops into the cover…
The ref counts—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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KAINE LUNGES TO BREAK THE COUNT—
…
IT’S TOO LATE!!!
THREE!!!
BANZAN WINS!!!
The force of the Mountain may have just squashed the Angelic Assassin for good; what repercussions will the Dark Detective have in store for her as a result?
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#9a2325″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER: BANZAN [/edgtf_highlight]
Backstage.
The last couple of months have been hell for the grouping of bMf. Between Simon’s vendetta against them, to Jet Set Radio being brought in to bring them down, they’ve had their backs against the wall for a while.
They now sit in a locker room, biding their time before some of the biggest matches of their career.
There’s a slight tension after last weeks loss of the Tag Team Championships. A tension that Luke intends to break.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “When you two told me that you fell in love, the pessimist in me thought it was a terrible idea.”
He stands up.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “But if anything, it’s made us stronger.”
Hollywood looks over at Zero.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “You’ve become the longest reigning VHS Champion in years, won the Tag Team Championships and you’re the current reigning OSW World Heavyweight Champion.”
He then turns to Pyre.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “And you not only accomplished one of those things with him, as a team, but you’re the Invasion winner too.”
Pyre and Zero share a smile.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “We’ve had our backs against the wall since Ring King.”
[ Zero ] “But we’re still fuckin’ standing!”
Luke nods in agreement.
Pyre and Zero now join him at their feet.
[ Pyre ] “Tonight, we’re going to fuck Jet Set Radio and Simon up once and for all, then, after the show… we’re going to Vegas.”
Zero looks surprised.
[ Zero ] “For real?”
She nods. Luke puts his arms around both, utterly thrilled.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “I’ll be there will bells on.”
[ Pyre ] “bMf 4 Lyfe?”
They both nod in agreement, repeating back in unison.
“bMf 4 Lyfe.”
Cut.
When Viper Roberts stole Deathnote’s notebook he provoked a force of nature even he may not be able to slither away from. The Head Snake promised to meet The Shinigami in the ring tonight, but will The Author of Death retrieve that which is most precious to him?
Deathnote and Viper Roberts circle the ring; one stalks, while the other slithers. The Shinigami makes the first move, running down Roberts with a shoulder charge. Pulling The Head Snake up by the hair, the scribe almost shatters Viper’s skull with a savage headbutt. The former World Champion slumps back in a turnbuckle.
RUNNING BIG BOOT!!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!! THE IMPACT COULD HAVE DECAPITATED ROBERTS!!!
The Shinigami drags Viper out of the corner, mounts him and rains down blow after blow. It’s not long before The Head Snake’s face is a bloody pulp.
THUMB TO THE EYE!!!!
But Roberts got in a critical counter, wedging a thumb right into the dark eyeballs of the God of the New World. Viper slowly gets to his feet, his swaying around like a drunken sailor, but peels away his leather belt.
TANNIN’ THE HIDE!!!!
NO!!!
DEATHNOTE BLOCKS IT!!!
Knee to the gut, fireman’s carry.
GATHER THY SOUL!!!!!
VIPER JUST LOST A FEW TEETH FROM THE FORCE OF THE SHINIGAMI’S KNEE!!!!
Deathnote slowly stalks around his prey, scooping up the leather strap…
THE AUTHOR OF DEATH THRASHES VIPER…
BLOW
AFTER
BLOW
LEATHER CUTTING INTO FLESH!!!!!
There is blood everywhere by the time Deathnote is done, Viper’s back a pulpy mess of bloody welts. Deathnote grabs Viper from behind and lifts him up into a standing rear naked choke. It’s not long before The Head Snake’s eyes are bulging and his flesh turning red.
DEATHNOTE IS LITERALLY CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF ROBERTS!!!!
MULE KICK!!!!
Desperation move from Roberts frees from Deathnote’s clutches.
AND A DDT!!!
ODE TO THE SNAKE!!!!
Has Viper Roberts just found a way back into this match?
Both men stagger back to their feet. Viper swings an arm at Deathnote but The Shinigami ducks and lifts the serpent onto his shoulders with a fireman’s carry…
AND LAUNCHES VIPER OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!!
WILL THAT ADJUST THE HEAD SNAKE’S ATTITUDE TO THE SHINIGAMI?!
Viper is motionless outside the ring, Deathnote slides out and arms himself with a steel chair. He slams it against a steel ring post, like an exclamation mark to emphasise his point. Then as Viper rises, Deathnote hits bold and underlines his intent with a strikethrough Viper Roberts’ skull, italicising the violence he intends.
The chair is buckled from the impact of that shot but Viper, wobbling, still stands. Deathnote swings again but Viper ducks, the chair hits the ropes and rebounds back but the momentum The Author Death uses, pivoting on his heels and bringing the steel down on the long-haired dome of The Head Snake!
Deathnote discards the mangled furniture, lifts Viper onto his shoulders…
DYING WISH!!!!!!!
BURNING HAMMER ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!!!!
OMG!!!! HE MAY HAVE BROKEN VIPER’S NECK!!!!
Roberts is being taken apart here, piece by piece, but Deathnote is not done. He rolls The Head Snake back into the ring. Slowly, The Shinigami ascends the top rope.
KISS OF DEATH!!!!!
TOP ROPE DOUBLE FOOTSTOMP!!!!
TO THE CHEST!!!!
A sickening blow that has Viper coughing up buckets of blood. Viper drops down and pins The Viper’s shoulders…
ONE!
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TWO!
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.
.
.
THREEE-
NOOOO!!!!
The God of the New World yanks Viper up by the hair, bringing his shoulders off the mat at the last possible moment. The Shinigami stares malevolently into Roberts’ vacant eyes and wags his finger.
The punishment for his crimes haven’t been fully metered out yet.
Deathnote drags up Viper.
TURN THE PAGE!!!!
Deathnote peels Viper up once again…
TURN THE FUCKING PAGE!!!!!
TWO IN A ROW!!!!
Deathnote casually rises, he watches as Viper is barely able to get to his hands and knees.
PUNT KICK!!!
STROKE OF THE PEN!!!!
DEATHNOTE KILLED THAT FUCKING SNAKE WITH FIRE!!!!!!
It’s academic as Deathnote hooks the legs…
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREEEEE!!!!
Viper Roberts has been annihilated by Deathnote, but what of The Shinigami’s notebook?
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#9a2325″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER: DEATHNOTE [/edgtf_highlight]
With the match over and Deathnote having won convincingly enough, he gets back to his feet only to find the ring surrounded by people.
They’ve crept over the barrier from all angles.
WHAM!
Viper Roberts quickly attacks him from behind with a steel chair, sending him crashing into the canvas. As Deathnote holds his head in agony, Roberts approaches with a sinister smirk.
[ Viper Roberts ] “You think you’ve been looking for me, but what you’ve been seeking is your new chapter.”
He pulls out a knife and draws it across his forearm, cutting carefully so that green liquid begins pouring.
[ Viper Roberts ] “It’s time you slithered for a new master, Deathnote. Welcome to the family.”
Snakes filter into the ring, grabbing Deathnote by the arms, feet and head. They’re going to force-feed the virus to him.
He struggles, but he can’t break free.
Snap.
….
….
….
….
The sound of two fingers snapping together in a clicking motion suddenly changes the landscape.
VIPER ROBERTS AND HIS SNAKES EXPLODE INTO FUCKING DUST!
THEY’RE GONE!
THEY’RE FUCKING GONE!
Thud!
Followed by the Notebook slamming into the canvas.
What the fuck?
Deathnote sits up on the canvas, looking perplexed.
It’s…
It’s Death!
[ Rain ] “You need to stop screwing around and come home, son.”
The Author gets back to his feet, his eyes never leaving those of his fathers.
[ Deathnote ] “You took my book?”
[ Rain ] “I had Mortimer retrieve it; but you should remember the reason you have it in the first place. I’m the one who allowed you watch over that notebook, child. I’m the one who pens in the names. You’ve had your time pretending to be a Shinigami. You’ve played your games. It’s time you came home.”
Deathnote grimaces.
Click.
And they’re both gone.
Cut.
A warehouse in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen.
Dilapidated, blackened orange brick now covered in colourful graffiti and urban art. Within these walls, behind shut doors, Jet Set Radio share a preparatory drink together. Wiz and Tag sit on a couch, each inspecting the wheels of their rides while Simon paces somewhat impatiently. Ether joins the rest, her plate piled high with an assortment of food she’d gathered from JSR’s own buffet table.
That is when Simon speaks, calling attention to the group.
[ Simon ] “Enough.”
The chatters falls to silence as Ether, Wiz and Tag catch the look in Simon’s eye.
[ Simon ] “I’ve had enough. Everything has led here, to this point. Last week, we saw the beginning of the downfall. Now, in the end, we take out BMF once and for all. We come at them with everything we have, and we do not stop.”
A resounding cheer of support follows Simon’s words. Jet Set Radio do not need much hyping up.
[ Tag ] “Fuck yeah! The odds have never been more in our favor.”
[ Wiz ] “Slow your role. We can’t underestimate them. They’re coming in hotter than a meteor…”
Ether mumbles an undistinguishable sentence of approval, her mouth full of food. Simon cuts in once more.
[ Simon ] “We need to be on the same page. Execute the gameplan to perfection. No excuses.”
JSR mutter among themselves for a moment, before Ether cuts in, clearing her throat after swallowing.
[ Ether ] “I’ll take Pyre. Can’t wait to get my hands on that bitch again. Wiz and Tag, you can take Storm.”
Simon holds his hands up to stop the conversation before it had gotten off the ground. The trio falls silent, looking at him as he shakes his head.
[ Simon ] “No. Not divide and conquer. We stick together. Isolation is the name of the game. Four on one are even better odds than four on two. Isolate and destroy.”
The smile that forms on Simon’s face is a knowing smile, matched only by the twinkle in his eye. The clink as bottles are raised in approval.
Yet as we fade back out of the room, behind a wall, out of sight… We catch a glimpse of two other figures.
Listening.
Hearing every damned word.
Pyre nods towards Luke Storm, silently communicating between them. They had heard enough.
Cut.
We find ourselves at ringside in what can best be described as…a nightmare. The Night City Nightmare.
No ring apron, no turnbuckle padding.
No covering for the ropes, and even the ring canvas is missing…leaving only solid 2x4s to land upon.
This feels like home to The Impaler, reminders of the transgressions of his past.
And Chronoa simply laughs at all this, realizing what’s to come as the two trade blows!
It’s a straight-up fist fight in the early goings, as The Impaler’s power is shockingly matched by that of Chronoa, who rocks Legion with a hard right hand!
And another!
The Impaler is thrown for a loop as Chronoa sends him to the ropes, looking for a clothesline on the rebound…but Legion ducks it, using his momentum to leap off the other ropes, sending a message to the Harbinger of Fate by way of a forearm smash!
Chronoa is sent reeling toward the corner, but manages to stop herself short of the exposed turnbuckles.
She charges at The Impaler, who manages to catch Chronoa with a powerslam right onto the boards!
The wooden planks get loosened by the impact, immediately drawing attention to the imminent danger as Legion gets to his feet.
The ref checks on Chronoa and then starts to count, as it becomes evident what it takes to win this nightmare…surviving the referee’s ten count.
ONE…
TWO…
Much to the chagrin of The Impaler, however, Chronoa is able to get to her feet!
And she’s taunting Legion to give it another go!
The Impaler lets out a grunt of frustration before charging full speed at the Harbinger of Fate…who sidesteps him, using his momentum against him as he crashes against the exposed turnbuckle!
Legion winces in pain, favoring his chest from the impact as he turns around…giving Chronoa an opening to strike hard and fast!
INTO THE SHADOWS!
Chronoa pulls from her vast knowledge to drop Impaler with that Superkick, sending him onto the boards with a hard thud!
The ref checks briefly on Legion before starting the count!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
Legion is slowly stirring, trying to build to a vertical base as soon as possible.
FOUR…
FI–
The Impaler’s back on his feet!
And he’s getting angry, now.
Very angry.
And the lights in the Slaughterhouse are getting brighter as a result.
Chronoa notices the power rising within her foe…and smirks, taunting the enraged Impaler some more.
Even in his rage, Legion opts not to charge blindly at the Keeper of History.
Instead, he steps carefully toward her, the boards bending slightly under his feet.
And the two lock up!
Legion gets Chronoa in a headlock, but the Harbinger of Fate quickly slips out!
She lulled The Impaler into a false sense of security, and makes him pay the price with a dropkick that sends him to the corner, landing back-first onto the exposed turnbuckle!
The problem is, Legion is not in nearly as much pain after that move!
Chronoa wasn’t looking to cause damage, however…just to create space.
Space for her to bring out her next phase of attack…as she pulls out her Chains of Fate!
She swings one of them at The Impaler, cracking it like a whip against his chest!
The damage is noticeable visibly, even with Legion trying to hide the pain caused.
Chronoa takes another swing…but Legion takes a hold of the chain, wrapping it around HIS wrist.
And then…he yanks the chain, pulling the Harbinger of Fate in close with a guttural yell
“GET OVER HERE!”
Chronoa practically flies toward Legion, who catches her with a running lariat spinning her head over heels!
ADAM SMASHER!
With the increase in Legion’s power, this seems to really hit Chronoa hard as she falls upon the boards…and the ref once again starts the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
It’s only then that Chronoa finally begins to stir, looking a little loopy from that lariat!
SIX…
SEVEN…
Chronoa slowly, but surely gets to her feet, nearly stumbling…but staying firm!
Only to take a kick to the gut by The Impaler, who hoists her over one shoulder!
He’s going for the powerbomb!
NIGHT CITY BLACKOUT!
NO!
Chronoa manages to slip out at the last moment, landing on her feet! Legion turns around, just as Chronoa drops to the boards!
YOUR DEMISE!
She catches Legion with an uppercut reminiscent of Edward Newton!
JOKE’S ON YOU, BUDDY!
Chronoa’s back on her feet now…but Legion’s strength rises once more!
And with it, something much darker.
BLACK MIST!
The Impaler catches Chronoa with the mist, blinding her…and going for another powerbomb!
NIGHT CITY BLACKOUT!
This one connects, landing Chronoa hard on the boards as the ref starts the count!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE..
FOUR…
FIVE…
She’s starting to get back up!
SIX…
SEVEN…
EIGHT…
NINE…
Chronoa barely makes it to a kneeling position…but collapses upon the boards, much to the relief of The Impaler!
TEN!
The ref calls for the bell as The Impaler stands over Chronoa…your new Double Feature as the proverbial darkness falls upon the Harbinger of Fate!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#9a2325″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER AND NEW DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION: THE IMPALER [/edgtf_highlight]
The match…the nightmare…is finally over.
All that anger building up in The Impaler has been used up during the course of the match, but the power still remains.
And it’s only getting stronger.
After a moment to recover from everything that’s taken place, Chronoa and The Impaler are finally both on their feet once more…and the Harbinger of Fate speaks.
[ Chronoa ] “Do you understand now, Legion?”
The Impaler struggles to look Chronoa in the eye, so the Keeper of History presses him further.
[ Chronoa ] “Do you understand why this had to happen? Why you had to revisit your Night City Nightmare?”
From what little we see of his face, a snarl is present.
[ Chronoa ] “Do you understand your place now? With what’s to come, I need to be prepared…and your anger has weaponized you.”
The lights in the Slaughterhouse start glowing brighter and brighter as Legion stares Chronoa down in rage…eventually nodding his head.
[ The Impaler ] “I understand, now…and I accept.”
A smile grows on Chronoa’s face as The Impaler’s rage swells…causing the lights to cut out!
We’re left in darkness…but only for a moment, before the lights come back on.
And the pair have disappeared.
Cut.
Months of pure hatred and disdain has lead to this. Can The Rainbow Party overcome Vayikra?
TGK and Bellator tie up as the match begins! Bellator hip tosses TGK and follows up with a flying knee that stuns the underdog! Bellator forces him back into the turnbuckle!
CAEL AND RENAULT GRAB TGK! BELLATOR LAYS INTO HIM WITH A FLURRY OF PUNCHES AND KICKS!
Bellator tags in Gable who immediately grabs TGK and hits a massive belly to belly suplex! TGK is getting absolutely bullied here! Gable whips him into the ropes and takes him down with a massive lariat! He peels TGK up!
GERMAN SUPLEX!
SUPLEX!
SUPLEX!
SUPLEX!
IS THIS GOING TO BE TEN COMMANDMANTS!?
NO!
TGK FLIPS OVER CAEL’S HEAD! HE HITS THE ROPES AND COMES BACK WITH DOC BROWN’S DELOREAN! CAEL GETS DEMOLISHED BY THE SPEAR!
Gable is out and TGK crawls to his corner! Leaping tag to Vigour! The Prince of Party ascends to the top turnbuckle as Gable tries to crawl!
A SPLASH OF COLOUR! FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING LANDS FLUSH WITH GABLE’S BACK!
Vigour flips him on his back for the pin!
ONE!- NO!
THE REFS HAND DOESN’T EVEN TOUCH MAT AS GABLE POWERS THROUGH!
The Olympian shows his resolve as he forces up to his feet and begins trading hammering blows with Vigour! Expression Incarnate ducks one and hits a pelee kick! Gable is staggering!
450 LEAPING ROUNDHOUSE KICK! GABLE IS NA NA NA NOT STANDING ANYMORE AS HE GETS KNOCKED RIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
Vigour is on a roll as Sir Renault tags himself in!
BUT SIR VANT CALLS FROM THE APRON! THE REFEREE IS DISTRACTED AND SO IS VIGOUR!
LUMOS TO THE FUCKING CHEST! RENAULT JUST DROVE HIS MACE RIGHT INTO VIGOUR’S STERNUM AND SENT HIM FUCKING TUMBLING!
The Good Time Guy is gasping and begging for air as Renault advances on him!
HE SWINGS FOR THE HEAD!
CLANG!
A MERMAID COLORED DILDO STOPS HIM! STARBOY JUST INTERCEPTED LUMOS WITH HIS LOVESTICK!
The Ass for the Masses shoves Renault off and leaps into the ring!
HE DUCKS A SWING FROM RENAULT!
RENAULT BLOCKS THE LOVESTICK!
UPPERCUT WITH THE MACE!?
NO!
LOVESTICK TO THE KNEE! TO THE CHEST! TO THE FUCKING JAW! RENAULT IS TO A KNEE!
Starboy hits the ropes!
DONKEY PUNCH! ROLLING ELBOW TO THE SKULL!
Darth Jesus drops his mace and looks out on his knees! But Starboy grabs his face!
HE PEELS THE MASK BACK! RENAULT’S MOUTH IS OPEN AND STARBOY SHOVES THE LOVESTICK TOWARDS IT!
RENAULT GRABS STARBOY’S HAND! HE’S INCHES AWAY FROM THE RED LIGHT SPECIAL!
Starboy fights with all of his might to ruin Renault’s throat!
SUPERKICK! SANCTUS JOINED THE RING AND KNOCKED THE DILDO OUT OF STARBOY’S HAND! THE LOVER OF ALL DUCKS A CLOTHESLINE AND HITS THE GANGBANGARANG! SLINGBLADE
As Starboy gloats over Sanctus he gets grabbed from behind by Sir Renault! Headbutt to the fucking skull rocks him and Renault hauls him overhead!
THE LAST FUCKING CRUSADE!
CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB OVER THE FUCKING ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE!
Starboy crashes to the concrete and Renault goes to grab Vigour!
BUT HE JOINS THE BREAKFAST CLUB! TGK IS TAGGED BACK IN AND HITS A FLYING DOUBLE AXE HANDLE TO RENAULT!
Kid is the legal man but he can’t pin Renault! Bellator and Gable join the ring! TGK puts up his dukes and tries to take them on but the flurry of blows is too much as Sanctus and Cael lay into him with everything they have!
POP-UP BY GABLE! CODEBREAKER BY SANCTUS! TGK JUST GOT FUCKING ANNIAHLATED!
They drag Renault on top of him!
ONE!
….
………
………….
TWO!
……………
…………………….
THIS HAS TO BE IT!
THREE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
STARBOY PULLS RENAULT OUT OF THE RING AND JUMPS TO THE APRON! HE’S BEGGING FOR THE TAG FROM TGK!
RENAULT RUSHES BACK INSIDE OF THE RING! HE LEAPS AND TAGS IN SANCTUS!
BELLATOR RUSHES THE RING BUT TGK LEAPS! HE TAGS IN STARBOY!
The Templar meets in the middle with Starboy and they collide with a double clothesline that takes both men down! But Starboy has the stamina in every way possible as he kips up!
BUKKAKE TO BELLATOR! HE GRABS HIM FROM BEHIND! CROTCH CLUTCH SUPLEX SENDS SANCTUS FUCKING SPRAWLING!
The Lover of All gets up to find himself surrounded by Vayikra was Gable and Renault join the ring! The referee has lost control of this match! Sanctus is to his feet next!
HAIL OF BLOWS! AN ONSLAUGHT OF STRIKES COMES DOWN UPON STARBOY! HE HAS NO WAY OUT!
DROPKICK BY VIGOUR! FOREARM BY TGK! THE RAINBOW PARTY JUST STORMED THE RING!
TGK is on Sanctus!
Vigour is on Gable!
And Starboy is taking the fight to Renault!
SUPERKICK BY VIGOUR TO GABLE!
KARATE KID! CRANE KICK TO BELLATOR!
LOWBLOW TO RENAULT BY STARBOY!
Vayikra hit the ground and The Rainbow Party share a look!
SANCTUS AND CAEL GO THROUGH THE ROPES! VIGOUR AND TGK HOLD THEM BETWEEN THEIR LEGS AS STARBOY LOCKS IN THE DEEPTHROAT! DOUBLE ARM CROSSFACE!
NO!
THEY CAN’T BE DOING THIS CAN THEY!?
VIGOUR THROWS STARBOY THE LOVESTICK!
DUAL PLEASURE SEEKERS BY VIGOUR AND TGK! HEATSEEKER PILEDRIVERS!
RED
LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT
SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECIAL!
STARBOY BRUTALLY THROAT FUCKS RENAULT WITH THE LOVESTICK!
RENAULT PASSES OUT! HE’S PASSED THE FUCK OUT! THE REFEREE CALLS FOR THE BELL!
THE RAINBOW PARTY JUST SET THREE FUCKING FIRES!
Starboy lets go of the hold! They join The Rainbow Party in the center of the ring, celebrating their victory.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#9a2325″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNERS: THE RAINBOW PARTY [/edgtf_highlight]
After that incredible match between Vayikra and The Rainbow Party, it’s difficult to believe this war is over. They’ve been through hell and back for six months and now they can finally breathe.
Starboy, Vigour and The Generation Kid embrace in the middle of the ring as the fans roar in approval.
ZAP!
Suddenly, Vigour completely disappears.
In a flash of light, he’s snatched away from his friends.
In another flash, we’re seemingly transported away too. We’re sent to a ship, full of dull colours, in a low vibrancy setting. Vigour appears, stripped of his colourful blue jacket and kneeling before a monstrous looking creature.
[ Brobek ] “Itch nik sam tu go tel hak.”
Vigour understands this and lowers his head.
[ Brobek ] “This world you call home is pathetic and futile. Look at how bright and obnoxious it is.”
[ Vigour ] “You’ve already taken my world; I won’t let you have this one too.”
Brobek stands, his flesh a pale pink colour. He’s wearing grey armour and wears a face of constant disdain.
[ Brobek ] “Yes, it looks as if Earth has more warriors than your planet did. We may need to enslave some to aide our invasion.”
[ Vigour ] “Invasion!?”
Brobek growls with a ‘hmm’.
[ Brobek ] “We’re coming to conquer your precious Earth, but first, we’re testing our warriors to see who is most up to the challenge. Our Ashen conqueror will soon be in battle.”
Vigour gulps.
[ Vigour ] “Please, don’t invade Earth. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll come back home, and I’ll work for you. I’ll do anything.”
[ Brobek ] “You’re not important. You’re a nat, a mosquito, a tiny pestilence that during our invasion, we will make a point to snuff out. Those people you adore; we will kill them. The colour, the sound – we will kill it all.”
Flash!
And Vigour is gone, transported back to Earth.
Brobek turns to face someone off screen.
[ Brobek ] “Succeed, conqueror – make the Ashen victorious.”
Cut.
The Hall of Skulls.
Inside the hall – which is usually a place of meeting, The Butcher hangs upside down on a meat hook, blood dripping from him. He’s in excruciating pain, gasping for air as he’s being bled out like a stuck pig.
Flash.
That’s when Rain and Deathnote appear.
[ Deathnote ] “What the fuck is this?”
The Author questions. Rain ignores him, walking over to a cabinet and taking out a bottle of whiskey. He grabs two tumblers and pours.
[ Rain ] “He needs to be taught a lesson. Last week he interfered by sharing my personal business with Sigil – who believe it or not, he’s been in league with. Isn’t that right, Colin?”
[ The Butcher ] “Just kill me. Please! Send me back to heaven so that I can see my wife.”
Rain chuckles to himself.
[ Rain ] “I think not.”
[ Deathnote ] “You know, I hate this visage of yours. I always have. I can’t respect you in that meat suit.”
Death’s smile turns to an immediate and sinister frown. He clicks his fingers and Deathnote is instantly strapped to a chair.
He approaches with a snarl.
Then Mortimer walks in.
[ Mortimer ] “Sire, let’s be diplomatic.”
Rain growls a little, clicking his fingers to release his son from his bonds.
[ Mortimer ] “You’ve been gone quite some time, young man. Things have had to change. Your father wears this meatsuit because he played the long game to finally reap the Gods. His existence is now being threatened by Sigil and we need your help to stop it.”
Deathnote stands up and takes the tumbler of whiskey.
[ Deathnote ] “I know what you want from me, father. I knew it was coming. Do you know what he truly wants, Mortimer?”
[ Mortimer ] “Your help, sir?”
[ Deathnote ] “And so much more. He knows that isn’t enough. He knows that he needs something else and he expects me to hand it over. Do you know what he wants? He wants…”
[ Rain ] “Enough!”
Rain abruptly interrupts, stopping his son before he says too much.
[ Rain ] “If you do what I ask and help me stop Sigil before it comes to that, then I won’t need it, will I? I don’t relish the prospect of needing it, son. It’s in your best interest to help me and you know it.”
The Author takes a sip and then a deep breath.
[ Deathnote ] “Very well.”
Cut.
Simon’s been a thorn in the side of the BMF for months, ruining their lives, beating them down time and time again with help from JSR but the light at the end of the tunnel is near. One final war that’s stacked against them but they’re Bad Mother Fuckers and the odds are always in their favor. Can Storm and Pyre win this final battle or will the numbers advantage prove to be too much for them?
The bell sounds as Pyre rushes forward, trying to drill her husband with that flaming Superkick of hers but she’s cut off by the wonderous melody that is Tapdance Funking into the back of her head, courtesy of a Wiz Enziguri. Storm tries to help his friend but he’s stopped by a smack to the cock by Tag who lifts him into the air for the McTwist as Ether leaps up into the air
1080 SKULLFUCKED!
Storm crashes to the mat as Wiz lifts up Pyre, trying for a Supex but she reverses, slipping down the back before dropkicking him into the rest of JSR. Simon turns her around, trying to deliver a hard right but the Fire Bitch easily blocks it, headbutting him
FIRE IN THE BELLY!
Simon goes down hard as across the ring, Storm gets thrown to the outside by Tag, Luke crashing to the floor uncerimoniously as JSR roll out, looking to put a triple team hurting on the Icon. Pyre doesn’t notice as she begins to beat down on Simon with lefts and rights, the Taskmaster putting up no defense as the sacrificial lamb before she gets up off him, backing up to deliver a little Baptism by way of Fire.
Simon instincitvely ducks, Pyre stopping mid-run as she just shakes her head before using Simon’s turtled body as a springboard to leap over the ropes
TOPE SUICIDA ON JSR!
The Killer Queen wipes out all three members, Luke quick to pull her up to her feet as both Bad Mother Fuckers nod at one another. Wiz is first to his feet as he’snailed by a stiff DDT from Storm before a hard spinning neckbreaker snaps Ether back to the concrete.
Tag rolls to his feet, drilling Storm with a forearm to the back but Luke ducks under his No Comply attempt, leaping right into a forearm to the jaw from Pyre before the pair back up
BAPTISM BY FIRE
LIGHTNING STRIKE
BAD MOTHER FUCKING SANDWICH!
Tag may well be out cold as JSR are in a heap on the floor, both Storm and Pyre turning to Simon in the ring as their smiles grow wide
And the Taskmaster’s eyes grow wide
BMF slide into the ring as Simon tries to scramble away but he’s stopped by Storm who drills him with a sickening headbutt before lifting him up in the air onto his shoulders, Pyre rushing to the ropes
BEFORE CRASHING TO THE FLOOR AS ETHER PULLS THEM DOWN!
Storm can’t help his partner or even get Simon off his shoulders as Wiz slides in, smashing his scooter into Storm’s legs with a brutal Janky Leg, forcing Storm to crash to the mat and Simon to slam down upon him.
On the outside, Pyre stumbles to her feet, trying to slide back into the ring but she’s smacked with a pair of forearms by Tag and Ether
BEFORE SHE’S POP SHOVED DOWN INTO THE CONCRETE!
The Taskmaster gets up groggily as he tells Wiz to pull Storm up, ordering the Sultan to hold him as he rushes forward
CATALAN OPENING!
That brutal knee may well have busted a few teeth but Simon barely lets Storm hit the mat, tapping Storm on the face condescendingly
BEFORE SMACKING HIM DOWN WITH GAMBIT!
Simon quickly drops down, reaching over Storm as he grabs his sunglasses, putting them on before locking in Checkmate!
The figure four is locked in tight, Storm gritting his teeth in pain but he’s more angry then hurt as Simon tries to increase the pressure, Storm is trying to turn it over on the Taskmaster as slowly but surely and with a gutteral scream,
STORM REVERSES THE SUBMISSION!
Now it’s Simon’s turn to cry out in pain, the Taskmaster trying to reach the ropes but Storm has him stuck good and tight, Simon may well be forced to tap out to his own move here
STAR FADE!
Shooting Star Press to the small of Luke Storm’s back as Hollywood is forced to break the hold thanks to the numbers game.
Wiz pulls Simon up to his feet, holding his back in pain for a moment as Tag delivers another brutal McTwist brainbuster to Hollywood. Ether tries to roll into the ring to join the beatdown but she’s stopped by a hand on her foot that drags her back down off the apron
BAPTISM BY FIRE! Pyre is back on her feet, nailing Ether with a superkick before she climbs up onto the apron, Wiz and Tag rushing forward to push her off but a a flicker of flames stagger both men back, allowing her to get up to the top rope
Simon lifts Storm up, looking for the SimonPlex but Storm slips out, delivering a spike DDT before sliding forward, smacking the blinded Tag and Wiz in the balls with a pair of backhands
DANCING FLAMES
TO BOTH TAG AND WIZ!
Ether rushes into the ring, leaping high for an Ether Strike but Storm just ducks under, before giving the Hungry Girl a kick to the gut
AND A GALE FORCE STUNNAH!
JSR are down and out as Simon is slowly getting to his feet and once again, all alone against some Bad Mother Fuckers.
Simon tries to rush out of the ring but he’s stopped as Pyre makes the ropes blazing hot, sending him staggering back into Hollywood, who reaches over, grabbing his glasses back from Simon
BEFORE DELIVERING A THUNDEROUS DOWNPOUR!
Simon slowly staggers up to his feet from that codebreaker, Pyre rushing forward as Storm kneels down, The Fire Bitch springboarding off her partner
WITH A BRUTAL FLASH INFERNO DOUBLE STOMP!
Simon looks done as Storm and Pyre back up into different corners, looking to show Simon a Bad Motherfucking Superkick Party
Hollywood and the Killer Queen rush forward
BAD
MOTHER
FUCKING
SUPERKICK
PARTY!
Simon’s sandwiched between a Lightning Strike and a Baptism by Fire, knocked the fuck out as Pyre drops down for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
Bad Mother Fuckers do it, overcoming the numbers game as they put down JSR and Simon once and for all.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#9a2325″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNERS: BAD MOTHER FUCKERS [/edgtf_highlight]
Later…
Kaine Knightlord stands outside a large warehouse in the warehouse district of New York City. Having finished his war with Lucy Seraphina and some vengeance from Banzan to follow, he awaits a call.
A call that soon comes.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “I’m here.”
There’s a pause as he awaits instruction.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “Why don’t you send from the Camarilla?”
Another pause.
[ Kaine Knightlord ]“Very well.”
Knightlord hangs up the phone and puffs up his collar before entering through the side entrance.
Suddenly, he’s grabbed by four people who drag him violently, kicking and screaming, towards the centre of the warehouse. He tries to fight out, but those who have him are too strong.
He’s slammed down into a medical chair and restrained just as quick.
[ Unknown ] “I can only imagine the questions running through your head. Who am I? Who are we? Did the Prince set you up? What’s going on? Oh, so many questions. Unfortunately, I’m not here to answer them.”
The person, who can’t be seen under a black cloak, laughs maniacally.
[ Unknown ] “This is going to hurt.”
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “Mark my words, you’re going to regret this. You have no idea the enemy you’ve made today.”
He pulls out a large syringe full of a bright blue liquid.
[ Unknown ] “Nevermind that, your chances of survival are extremely slim.”
The figure shrugs.
[ Unknown ] “Goodluck, Mr. Knightlord.”
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “The same to you.”
He injects him with the dose and steps back, immediately ushering his crew away. All of them leave as Kaine begins reacting to the serum, jolting back and forth violently.
His screams echo loudly throughout the empty warehouse as his attackers leave – his eyes going black, until finally, he stops moving.
His heartbeat stops dead.
Cut.
So close to everything he’s ever wanted but yet so far. Three long years the Collector has fought and sacrificed for the five crystals that he would murder an entire universe for. Yet the permanent thorn in his side that he cannot pluck is a simple Crow, protecting it’s master. Can Corvus finally put down Sigil for the good of everyone or will the Collector dispatch of the crow and gain control over Death itself?
The bell sounds as both men stare daggers at eachother from across the ring, the final step in a brutal war that’s been waged for months and this one doesn’t begin with tricks and chicanery.
No portals or satchels, no weapons or poison in sight.
Just two hated rivals rushing forward with a pair of gutteral roars.
The pair of right hands hit flush, both men staggering back before the Crow flies, leaping off the ropes with a high roundhouse that the Collector catches, Corvus flipping out before he nails Sigil with an enziguri to the back of the head that sends Sigil stumbling back.
Corvus rushes forward, an attempt at a dropkick flying overhead, the Crow manages to roll through, turning back around
INTO FINITE!
That roundhouse had a ton of stank on it, a slight trickle of blood coming for Corvus’s eye that he wipes off before nodding his head in appreciation.
PLANESWALKER….NO!
Corvus manages to dodge a dropkick himself but he doesn’t notice Sigil springboarding off the ropes
PLANESJECTIL! FLYING HEADBUTT TO THE RIBS!
Corvus doubles over, dropping down to his knees from that unorthadox offense from the Collector before he’s gripped in a hard claw. Sigil tries to drag him down onto his knee but Corvus manages to slip out, flipping up as he does
DELIVERING A STIFF CORVUS KICK!
Sigil staggers back as he’s doubled over with a pair of knees to the guts before Corvus wraps his arm around his throat, spinning around
MIDNIGHT…NO!
Sigil slips out of the STO DDT attempt, flipping around as he tries for another Finite but Corvus ducks under before leaping up
CUT THROAT…POWERBOMB….CORVUS FLIPS OUT AND LANDS ON HIS FEET!
Corvus flips up, trying for another Flash Kick but it’s Sigil’s time to duck under as he grabs the Crow’s legs, trying to drag him down into wounded status
Corvus blocks the Calf Crusher attempt though, rolling through into a cradle variation as the referee drops down for the cover
ONE
………………
………………SIGIL EASILY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
The Collector rolls back to his feet, both men slightly out of breath as Corvus mockingly urges Sigil to come get some. Sigil flips him off before obliging, sprinting forward as he leaps high, once again trying to travel along the Plane.
Corvus ducks under but it was all a ruse as Sigil flips up, leaping onto the turnbuckles before springboarding off
SUPERMAN PUNCH!
Corvus takes the hard punch full on, stumbling back as he falls to one knee, Sigil rushing forward once more
RUNNING SHINING WIZARD! Corvus may have lost a few teeth there from that bloody manouvere as he’s pulled up to his feet by the Collector, spinning him around by his arms
RIPCORD KNEE….NO! Corvus ducks under, drilling Sigil with a beautiful looking european uppercut before lifting him up onto his shoulders in a torture rack
ASSASSIN’S INTENT! Corvus flowed through and nearly drove Sigil through the mat with a brutal looking piledriver but he’s not done, the Crow looking to fly as he slowly climbs up the turnbuckles, his back to the slowly rising Collector.
COFFIN DROP! The life of Sigil nearly gets wiped out by that suicide dive as Corvus rolls to his feet, trying for a second one on a prone Collector. But with his back turned, he doesn’t see Sigil kipping up to his feet
YOUR FORETOLD JOURNEY! Sigil kicks Corvus’s ass right of the damn air, damn near knocking him out cold as he feels it in the air, his destiny close as Corvus slowly rises to his knees, the Collector rushing forward
PLANES…
BLACK
HAND’S
FUCKING
BLADE!
Corvus flips over the dropkick attempt, drilling Sigil with that brutal flying cutter but he’s not done, pulling Sigil up to his feet as he delivers a second Black Hand’s Blade, then a third before backing up, pounding down on the mat as he’s almost begging for the Collector to rise, to finish this asshole once and for all in the name of his master.
Sigil slowly gets to his feet, barely able to stand as he staggers into a leaping Corvus and the
BLACK
HAND’S
BLADE!
That has to be it as Corvus drops down, barely attempting to hook the leg as the referee begins to count
ONE
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TWO
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………………………………………..
THRE……CORVUS PULLS HIM UP!
What in the fuck is he thinking here? A sick thought clearly forming in the mind of the assassin as he gets to his feet, backing into the corner as he begins stomping the mat
He wouldn’t
Corvus chuckles to himself as the stomps start increasing, The Collector slowly rising up to his feet from pure instinct alone, not knowing what awaits him as he turns around
LIGHT PIERCER! An insult to injury Superkick there as Corvus celebrates his sure victory for a moment,
Not noticing Sigil’s vanished into a portal behind him.
The Crow turns, shocked to see Sigil had enough energy to escape but before he can even begin to search for where he may be, a furious voice echoes throughout the Slaughterhouse
YOUUUUUUUUUU FUCKING CUNNNNNTTTTTTT!
As a portal appears beneath Corvus’s feet and he’s dragged down into hell by Sigil!
The pair vanish, no trace of either competitor as the referee begins to count them down
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
PLANESTOMMMPPAAHHH!
A portal appears from above the ring, Corvus crashing down to the canvas with Sigil nearly caving in his ribs from the sheer force. The Collector is shaking from pure fury as he peels up the hurting Corvus, knocking ten shades of shit out of him with heavy lefts and rights before backing up
AND DELIVERING A LIGHT PIERCER OF HIS OWN!
That nearly breaks Corvus’s skull from the force before he’s lifted up onto Sigil’s shoulders
THE RAW DEAL!
That Juggalo GTS is how Sigil survived last month but as he drops down for the cover, he simply shakes his head. The Collector isn’t done with Corvus as he peels the barely concious Crow up to his feet, gripping him around the waist before he begins to Cosmic Leap higher and higher up into the air
FIVE FEET
TEN FEET
FIFTEEN
TWENTY
Before Sigil flips Corvus over his shoulder, not showing him the end of his journey
But the true beginning of his
Wrapping one arm around his legs, trapping his body against his before spinning as both men begin to plumet to the canvas
The Crow helpless to do anything but suffer
IMMORTALITY! SPINNING CRADLE PILEDRIVER
The Collector collapses onto Corvus, who’s completely out cold, the referee counts a formality at this point
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
Sigil does it, once again putting down The Crow as he looks to finally move forward and get his hands on that final crystal.
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#9a2325″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER: SIGIL [/edgtf_highlight]
With the match over, Corvus and Sigil are still reeling in the middle of the ring. Both men are trying to get back to their feet but find themselves exhausted after that battle.
Cut.
Darkness.
The entire arena is suddenly and abruptly thrust into darkness. When the lights come back on, Corvus and Sigil aren’t alone.
Sir Vant is here!
He immediately attacks Sigil, bum rushing him with a Clothesline that takes him straight back down to the canvas. He starts stomping away at The Collector, stomping a mudhole into him as Sir Bellator storms down the entrance ramp.
Bellator rolls under the bottom rope and quickly gets between Sir Vant and Sigil, backing his leader up. All we can hear is Bellator asking “What’re you doing!?” as he remonstrates with Vant.
Sigil slowly gets back to his feet, exhaustedly slumping in the corner.
“He’s my friend!” Bellator roars. Vant backs off, raising his hands.
RIGHT HAND BY SIR BELLATOR!
TO SIGIL!
HE TURNED AND DROPPED SIGIL!
WHAT THE FUCK!?
SIR BELLATOR JUST DROPPED FUCKING SIGIL WITH A RIGHT HAND!
Vant laughs maniacally as Sir Bellator now stomps a mudhole in Sigil. What the fuck is going on?
All attention turns to Sir Vant, who takes down his hood.
Oh my God.
Oh no.
Surely this can’t be?
IT’S SOLOMON FUCKING RHODES!
THE DRAGON HIMSELF!
THE TEMPLAR!
SOLOMON RHODES IS SIR VANT!
Rhodes drops down to a knee, looking into the eyes of Sigil as Sir Bellator – his best friends son, holds him by the head.
[ Solomon Rhodes ] “It’s time you were brought into the light from the darkness, son.”
The Templar says to Sigil with an evil smile.
[ Solomon Rhodes ] “Sir Bellator gave up the location of your precious legacy. He sacrificed his friends for the greater good.”
With that, Corvus’ eyes cross angrily. He realizes in that moment, that he’s been played too.
[ Solomon Rhodes ] “I met with Death a long time ago.”
Sigil tries to struggle, but Bellator won’t let him go.
[ Solomon Rhodes ] “And he offered the resurrection of our Lord, should we work for him.”
Rhodes stands up, turning to face a shocked Corvus.
[ Solomon Rhodes ] “Which is why your services are no longer required, son.”
Just then, Vayikra appear over the barricades, sliding into the ring. Gable and Renault attack Corvus, dropping him to his knees with an assault as Rhodes begins organising traffic.
[ Solomon Rhodes ] “It was Death with our information, who brutally murdered your precious Legacy.”
With Sigil now dragged next to Corvus in the centre of the ring, Rhodes stands over them like a Lord in his own right, with Bellator holding Sigil, Renault holding Corvus and Gable with a blade.
[ Solomon Rhodes ] “Isn’t it fitting that a man who suffered the apocalypse and the death of his Lord is the one to bring him home and raise him from perdition.”
Gable steps towards Sigil with the blade, placing it at his neck.
Darkness.
What the fuck now?
“Bits of my gun are covered in blood
This town turned its back on the sun
Now they will see how swift judgement can be
Compared to a life on the run.”
WHAT!?
WHAT!?
WHAT!?
WHAT!?
WHAT!?
WHAT!?
WHAT!?
The lights come back on and he’s HERE! HE’S STOOD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING RING, FACE TO FACE WITH SOLOMON RHODES.
IT’S LUX FUCKING BELLATOR!
The Light Warrior snaps his head towards Gable who rushes forward with a strike of the blade, only Lux manages to duck underneath and spin him around.
FRONT FLIP PILEDRIVER!!
DISCIPLE MAKER! DISCIPLE MAKER!
Lux spins back to his feet, only to be joined by his son. Sanctus meets him there, both staring one another down. Sir Renault releases Corvus and joins him there as Rhodes backs away.
[ Lux Bellator ] “You ought to know better, Solomon.”
FLASH!
SMOKE BOMB BY CORVUS!
PORTAL BY SIGIL!
Sigil snatches at Lux Bellator, pulling him through the portal with Corvus! Holy shit! When the smoke dissipates, Solomon Rhodes is left standing in the middle of the ring with Sir Bellator and Sir Renault. Gable is down, hurting and is soon checked on by his friends.
This is fucking wild.
The L in Michaela’s phone was Lux Bellator and Sir Vant was Solomon Rhodes. This is OLD TESTAMENT OLD SCHOOL WRESTLING!
And it’s war.
A graveyard.
In the middle of a graveyard, four plots sit having been organised and arranged appropriately by family members.
One is quite some way larger than the other.
The headstones read Benji, Miles, Chunk and Sherman.
We know them as Ultimo America, Magical Miles, Chunky Moses and Sherman Dewey.
The Forever Friends.
Only sat before them, isn’t a family member – it’s not a relative or friend of any expected kind. It’s Dave.
Dave The Rabbit.
There’s a look of sadness in his eyes as he sits in mourning over those he’s lost. What he doesn’t realize is that coming up behind him, is none other than Chip Montana.
Only Chip doesn’t try to catch him, he instead comes and sits right next to him.
Dave turns to face him, allowing Montana to stroke him on the head.
[ Chip Montana ] “Forever is a long toime, ain’t it Davey?”
The Rabbit doesn’t say anything, obviously.
[ Chip Montana ] “I miss the little blighter too, of course.”
What?
[ Chip Montana ] “When I gave ya to Moiles, I knew my nephew was in good hands. Ain’t none of this your fault, Davey.”
Magical Miles was Chip Montana’s nephew? Jesus Christ, what a revelation.
[ Chip Montana ] “That’s why you’ve been runnin’ from me, mate?”
The Rabbit seemingly nods.
[ Chip Montana ] “These boys gave they loifes for each other. If we’re gonna get revenge for their deaths, we gotta start at the-”
He suddenly pauses.
[ Chip Montana ] “What!?”
Did Dave The Rabbit just speak to Chip Montana? What the fuck.
[ Chip Montana ] “You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me mate. You reckon’ that’s the the way to go?”
Another pause.
[ Chip Montana ] “Alroight then. ‘Ave it your way, Davey.”
Chip and Dave stare off at the graves, watching as the sun goes down.
Cut.
Has anyone ever made an instant impact in OSW like The Generation Kid? Capturing the Rewind Title on debut by finishing 3rd at Wrestle Heroes 2, the first wrestler to win the Rewind Title three times, then at Pandemonium a Lambs To The Slaughter match win in his first attempt – all inside his first six months in OSW! Can TGK complete an historic maiden season by breaking “the Pandemonium Curse” and taking the title from Zero, who cemented his own OSW legendary status by capturing the World Title for the first time two months ago?
“You got the touch
You got the power
Yeah!”
The Touch by Stan Bush blares into the arena, sending the crowd roaring with excitement as The Generation Kid steps out onto the stage.
“After all is said and done
You’ve never walked, you’ve never run
You’re a winner!”
He gives the audience a wave before taking a deep breath and then running down the entrance ramp, sliding into the ring.
“Bad, bad motherfucker ’til the day I die.”
Lights around The Slaughterhouse flash black and white as the screen becomes grayscale.
“When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad motherfucker standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can’t see
Tryna follow orders, just gone and be free”
As ‘Bad Mother Fucker’ by Machine Gun Kelly picks up, out struts Zero with a smirk on his face. He walks to the ring with a swagger only he has, rolling under the bottom rope.
A wall of noise greets both competitors as they stand toe to toe in the ring. The referee takes the OSW World Championship belt and holds it above his head. Zero is staring a hole into the challenger, his lip curled into a searing snarl of a bad motherfucker. TGK isn’t psyched out by it, he’s got a steely determination on his face.
DING! DING!
The match is underway.
BITCH SLAP!!!!
Zero dimisses TGK with that blow. The Kid can’t quite believe it. The crowd is a little stunned, but is quickly lifted again as both men start trading right hands.
They go blow for blow for at least a dozen strikes before Zero brings that bionic arm into play gets TGK on the backfoot.
FIREWALL!!!!
TGK ducks under the forearm, wraps his arms around the champion.
NOBODY CALLS ME YELLOW!!!
Belly to belly suplex across the ring and the crowd pops for it. Zero springs back to his feet.
THE KARATE KID!!!
BUT ZERO ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY OF THE CRANE KICK.
Bionic handspring into a headscissors takedown by Zero.
HEADRUSH!
The Hacker quickly transitions, trying to lock in the Anaconda Vice…
But TGK scrambles to the ropes!
Pulling himself up with the ropes, TGK has no respite from this breathless start. Zero clubs the back of his shoulders with a bionic forearm. Turning That 80s Kid around, the World Champion slices the challenger with a series of sickening bionic chops.
Irish whip across…no it’s a ripcord
PUNK CITY-
NO!!! TGK sandbags to evade the stunner. Zero is agitated, he tries to drag The Kid up.
DROP TOE HOLD!!!
TGK WITH THE DEADLIEST MOVE IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!
The Kid is going to the ropes, climbs to the middle rope. Zero gets to his feet.
THE BREAKFAST CLUB!!!!
Double axe handle smash from the middle rope. Zero drops, TGK covers…
ONE!
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KICKOUT!!!
It’s going to take a lot more than that to become the OSW World Champion.
The Kid knows that, lifting Zero off the mat. A strike to the head and kick to the gut has Zero doubled over. TGK bounces off the ropes, looking for a flying elbow…
SUPERKICK OUTTA NOWHERE!!!!
Zero channels Luke Storm, TGK off balance bounces off the ropes.
FIREWALL!!!!
The Bionic lariat turns the challenger inside out!
Zero doesn’t even bother with the cover, GOOZLING That Eighties Kid and lifting him to his feet with the bionic arm.
ABSOLUTE-
ZERO JOY FOR THE CHAMP!!!
TGK counters with a jab to the visor, it disturbs Zero and The Kid gets in his counter.
TORNADO DDT!!!!
The challenger is pumped and the crowd are right there with him. TGK moves to the nearest turnbuckle, he starts climbing up the ropes. Turning to face the ring. TGK raises his hands and shouts
“I FEEL THE NEED…”
“…THE NEED FOR SPEED” The Slaughterhouse crowd shout back.
TOP GUN!!!
TGK leaps but Zero rolls away. The Kid makes the adjustment to land on his feet but he’s off balance.
PUNK CITY KILLER-
NO!!!
TGK counters sending Zero against the ropes.
AN EXCELLENT ADVENTURE!!!!
DENIED!!!!
Zero fends off TGK’s Rock Bottom attempt with a back elbow.
TGK recoils from the blow but once he’s gathered himself again, he turns straight into
BIONIC GOOZLE!!!!
ABSOLUTE ZERO!!!
This could it. Done deal. Signed and sealedd. Zero covers….
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE?
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SHOULDER UP!!!! It was closer than an hair’s width!
Zero glares at the ref as if to say “speed it up, bitch”. He peels TGK off the mat, but The Hacker’s concentration slips for a moment and that is all TGK needs.
BACK TO THE FUTURE!!!
Backslide pin…
ONE!
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TWO!!
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KICKOUT!!!
Both men are quickly back to their feet.
FIREWALL!
DUCKED!!
THE KARATE KID!!!
EVADED!!!
Zero catches TGK off balance, sweeps the legs.
BIONIC VICE!!!
The submission hold is locked in!!!
TGK tries to fight back, slugging Zero with his free hand but Zero tightens the hold, subduing TGK’s resistance.
But The Kid won’t quit! Zero is hurling verb abuse at him, while squeezing the vice tighter and tighter.
THE KID WILL NOT QUIT!!!
However, TGK is fading. The free arm has gone limp. The official steps in. Raises the arm.
It flops straight to the canvas!
ONE!
The referee holds TGK’s arm up again, it drops once more.
TWO!!
For the final time, the man in the middle lifts TGK’S arm. If it hits the mat once again, The Generation Kid’s challenge will be over, Zero will retain by knockout and the Pandemonium Curse will live on.
The referee let’s the arm go…
…it falls…
…it’s going to hit the canvas…
…Zero is going leave Ring of Dreams STILL the OSW World Champion….
NO!!!
TGK’S ARM STIFFENS AND STRAIGHTENS JUST ABOVE THE CANVAS!!!
THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE ERUPTS!!!
And TGK is fighting back. Punch after punch to Zero’s head. Every shot landing, each blow loosening the BIONIC VICE around The Kid’s neck.
Suddenly TGK has the momentum with him, rolling Zero onto his shoulders into a pin…
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!!!!
Zero is first to his feet, TGK half a second behind. The Hacker levels a kick at The Kid, but his foot is caught. Zero with an enziguri…but TGK ducks under it and floors the champion with a dragon screw.
INTO AN ANKLELOCK!!!
THAT EIGHTIES KID WITH A GNARLY SUBMISSION OF HIS OWN!
Zero tries to hand-walk towards the ropes but TGK slows him down with a grapevine of the lock. Zero screams in agony, his hand reaching out towards the ropes. The Generation Kid has The Bad Motherfucker wrapped up good – has the kid got the killer instinct here?
The World Champion fights off the pain, he hasn’t got to where he is today without an almost superhuman ability to survive punishment. Inch by inch Zero gets closer until he is able to grab the bottom rope and force a ropebreak.
But has the damage been done? Is this the turning point for The Generation Kid to ascend?
He definitely senses it, stalking Zero from behind. The World Champion rises, he turns towards his competitor…
AN EXCELLENT ADVENTURE!!!
NO!!!
ZERO COUNTERS INTO A REVERSE STO!!!
Lifting TGK up onto his shoulders, Zero wobbles a little under the strain on the ankle still feeling the effects of the anklock but he steadies himself.
CPU DRIVER!!!!
The burning hammer leaves TGK is a crumbled pile on the canvas. This might be it! Zero hooks the legs…
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE-
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ZERO RETAINS?
NO!!!
THE KID KICKS OUT!!!
Zero looks perplexed. Suddenly he’s presented with a conundrum even his enhanced faculties cannot solve. The Bad Motherfucker slides out of the ring, collects his OSW World Championship belt and slides back into the ring.
Desperate times call for desperate measures and Zero is desperate to retain here. He cannot seem to out-wrestle The Generation Kid, so he’s going to resort to other means. TGK slowly gets to his feet, he turns around.
BELT SHOT TO HEAD!!!!
TO THE REFEREE!!!!!
The Generation Kid ducked and Zero clocked the official!
AN EXCELLENT ADVENTURE!!!!
TGK WITH A SURELY MATCH-WINNING ROCK BOTTOM!!!
BUT THE REF IS DOWN AND OUT!!!!
The Kid tries to rouse the official but his lights are out, no-one is at home. He turns back to Zero.
PUNK CITY KILLER!!!!
OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!!
But there is still no official to count a pinfall. Zero instead, peels TGK off the mat and tosses him through the ropes to the area outside the ring.
Groggily, TGK is back to a vertical base. Zero is outside the ring with him.
IRISH WHIP INTO THE RING STEPS!!!
There’s a sickening thud as TGK is sent into a collision with the metal, but he gets back to his feet, still wanting to fight. Zero is there, grabbing him by the hair and slamming him face down onto the top step.
The challenger crawls away on hands and knees but Zero stays close at hand, verbally taunting him. The World Champion now looks in total control as he peels TGK off the mat, holding him by the hair, Zero lines up a bionic punch.
TGK slides free as the bomb is released but misses its target. TGK wraps his arms around the hacker.
NOBODY CALLS ME YELLOW!!!!
BELLY TO BELLY THROUGH THE CROWD BARRIER!!!!
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” is the chorus from The Slaughterhouse crowd.
Zero emerges from the wreckage of the collapsed barrier, but like a lion stalking from the prairie grass, TGK explodes out of the crowd.
DOC BROWN’S DOLOREAN!!!!
SPEAR ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!!
TGK gets back to a vertical base, with a little assistance from the surrounding fans. He starts scanning the area – what is he looking for? His gaze stops on the nearby office of The Butcher.
The Kid heads in that direction and starts looking for footholds – he’s climbing to the top of The Butcher’s office inside The Slaughterhouse. Just as he’s about to crest the roof, a hand grabs the ankle of The Kid.
ZERO.
The World Champion has recovered. TGK shakes him off and pulls himself on to the roof of The Butcher’s office and Zero gives pursuit.
Both men are on top of the structure and the crowd gathers around below. There’s no finesse, Zero and TGK are slugging it out on top of the office.
If one of them falls here, it may not just be match-ending…it could end their career!
BIONIC GOOZLE!!!
ZERO HAS A GRIP OF TGK’S THROAT!
THE HACKER MOVES THE KID TO THE EDGE AND LIFTS HIM INTO THE AIR!!!
ABSOLUTE ZEROOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
BIONIC CHOKESLAM FROM THE OFFICE ROOF!!!!
THE GENERATION KID MAY BE FINISHED!!!!
ZERO MAY HAVE JUST KILLED THE CHALLENGER!!!!
A stack of wooden pallets prevented an almost certainly fatal collision with the concrete but TGK remains motionless on top of them.
The Bad Motherfucker climbs down from the top of the office, lifting TGK onto his shoulders, Zero heads back towards the ring. When he gets there, the referee is coming back to the world. Zero rolls TGK into the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope. The World Champion covers the challenger…
ONE!
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HAS TO BE IT!
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TWO!!
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THERE IS NO WAY TGK CAN COME BACK FROM THAT!
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THREE-
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SHOULDER UP!!!
WTF!!!!
HOW HAS TGK SUMMONED THE WILL TO KEEP GOING!!! THE KID WILL NOT GIVE UP!!!
Zero kneels next to TGK, hands on his hips. What more can he do to keep That Eighties Kid down?
The crowd burst into a “TGK! TGK! TGK!” chant.
It gives TGK the energy to start climbing back to his feet. Both men are now on their feet, staring at one another. Zero has a wry grin on his face. Is that admiration?
Incredibly, the World Champion extends a hand to TGK. The challenger looks down at it, then back to Zero’s face. The hand remains extended. TGK goes to take it but Zero retracts and flips the bird at his opponent.
PUNK CITY KILLLEEERRRR!!!!
Zero covers…
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREEEEE
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NOOOOO!!!!
TGK GETS A SHOULDER UP!!!!
The roof is blown off The Slaughterhouse. Total disbelief is written all over the face of Zero.
What more will it take? No matter what Zero does, the heart of The Generation Kid will not stop beating, it will not give up on his dream!
Zero moves to a turnbuckle and removes the padding, exposing the steel ring below. The World Champion grabs the challenger, trying to slam TGK’s head into the steel.
TGK blocks.
Zero tries again. TGK gets his hands on the top rope to block once more.
For a third time, the hacker tries to break TGK’s skull like a egg on the steel ring, but TGK gets hands on the top rope, then a back elbow.
TGK climbs to the middle rope.
THE BREAKFAST CLUB!!!
The Kid is fighting back. Running crane kick!
THE KARATE KID!!!
Zero stumbles back and collides with the steel turnbuckle ring he exposed!!!
As the World Champion flops to the mat, TGK climbs to the top rope. Leaping into the air.
TOP GUN!!!!!!!
The splash connects and TGK hooks the legs…
ONE!
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TWO!
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WE’VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION-
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THREEEEEEE-
NOOO!!!
ZERO KICKS OUT!!!!
The Kid has his hands on his head, he thought that was his moment. TGK goes back to the top rope.
DOUBLE TOP GUN!!!!
REVERSED!!!
DOUBLE GOOZLE!!!!
ZERO LIFTS TGK INTO THE AIR!!!!
BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH-
KILL IT WITH FIRE-
COUNTERED WITH A HEADSCISSORS!!!
Zero pounces at TGK, but gets caught out.
AN EXCELLENT ADVENTURE!!!!
ROCK BOTTOM! HE GOT IT ALL!!!!
TGK covers…
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREEEE!!!!!!
TGK IS THE NEW OSW WORLD CHAMPION!!!!
The Slaughterhouse goes beserk! TGK stands up, hands on his head, in total disbelief.
But hold on…
Where is the bell?
The referee is on his feet, he’s waving frantically, signalling no finish.
ZERO HAD A FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!
There are a few boos, but the official’s call stands. Zero had a foot on the rope!
TGK tries to lift Zero, but is countered with a jawbreaker and that is Zero’s opening.
PUNK CITY KILLEEEERRRRR!!!!
TGK recoils onto the ropes and right into
BIONIC GOOZLE!!!!
ABSOLUTE ZEROOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
The Bad Motherfucker covers….
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!
No kickout, no shoulders up, this time The Generation Kid stays down.
ZERO RETAINS THE OSW WORLD TITLE!!!
A Punk City Killer and Absolute Zero combination finally bringing to an end a total war of a match for the biggest prize in The Slaughterhouse! The Bad Motherfucker remains the top dog and The Pandemonium Curse lives on for at least another year!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#9a2325″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER AND STILL OSW WORLD CHAMPION: ZERO [/edgtf_highlight]
Zero has done it!
He’s retained the Old School Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship over an extremely game Generation Kid. As he stumbles back to his feet to be handed the belt, he can barely stand.
And here comes Hollywood Luke Storm and Pyre!
Bad Mother Fuckers have finally overcome their obstacles! They join Zero in the ring, raising his arms in celebration – hugging with one another.
“Aren’t you missing something?”
A voice emanates from the entrance ramp, belonging to none other than The Taskmaster.
Simon stomps down the entrance ramp, waving papers in his hand like a mad man. He rolls under the bottom rope and pops up, face to face with Zero.
[ Simon ] “You kids are utterly adorable, aren’t you?”
Zero’s had enough and snatches the papers out from within his grasp.
[ Zero ] “Enough of the fuckin’ bullshit, you cunt. Fuck off!”
Simon chuckles to himself.
“FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!”
The fans chant in unison, demanding that Zero finally get a measure of revenge on Simon.
He reaches out, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck.
BIG RIGHT HAND!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The lights go out!
When they come back on, Hollywood Luke Storm is down on the canvas.
What the fuck!?
It’s the Collective!
Goro Nakamura, flanked by Rezin Deckard and Gunnar Kai are now at ringside!
Zero immediately releases Simon, stepping backwards in shock.
LOW BLOW!
LOW BLOW!
LOW BLOW!
ZERO HITS THE CANVAS, DROPPING TO HIS KNEES IN AGONY!
WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE! THAT WAS…. OH MY GOD NO…
PYRE JUST LOW BLOWED ZERO!
PYRE JUST….
SHE JUST FUCKING TURNED ON ZERO!
The World Champion looks up at her with betrayal in his eyes….
“Why?” He mutters in confusion.
SIMON RUNS THROUGH HIM WITH THE FUCKING WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
OH MY GOD!
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TO THE FUCKING FACE!
ZERO IS DOWN! ZERO IS DOWN!
Simon tosses the title on the ground and walks over to Pyre.
AND THEY MAKE OUT!
OH NO!
OH FUCK NO!
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?
YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!?
Pyre and Simon make out over the unconscious body of Zero, but she’s not finished.
Goro passes her the Invasion Briefcase.
No, no this too.
Surely not.
SHE’S INVADING!
PYRE’S INVADING!
The referee from the title match is tossed back into the ring by Gunnar Kai as the bell is abruptly sounded.
DING DING DING!
She covers….
ONE….
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TWO….
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THREE!
WE HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! WE HAVE A NEW WORLD FUCKING CHAMPION!
[edgtf_highlight background_color=”#9a2325″ color=”#FFFFFF”] WINNER AND NEW OSW WORLD CHAMPION: PYRE [/edgtf_highlight]
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
The fans are throwing things into the ring as Pyre gets back to her feet, being passed the OSW World Championship.
Simon claps enthusiastically by her side, grabbing her hand and lifting it into the air. She giggles, turning back to face him with another smooch, rubbing everyone’s face in their deceit.
Pyre has turned on bMf.
She has cheated on her fiancé.
She has stolen his title – something she claimed she’d never do.
As Ring of Dreams goes off the air and the season ends, Pyre and Simon are embracing in the middle of the ring, a new OSW World Champion crowned and the end of an era in the undeniable end of the Bad Mother Fuckers.
Pyre is scum.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“FUCK YOU PYRE!”… “YOU’RE A CUNT!”
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“FUCK YOU PYRE!”… “YOU’RE A CUNT!”
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“FUCK YOU PYRE!”… “YOU’RE A CUNT!”
Those words echo as we fade to black.
Cut.