“BROKEN HEARTS I”
The Slaughterhouse logo flickers in glowing neon.
Black & White.
It’s the dead of night.
Darby’s eyes open abruptly. He sits up, wondering where in the hell he is. It’s dark, but he knows he’s outside – he can feel the breeze on his face.
He looks left, seeing nothing but dirt – a muddied pit in the middle of no-where. Then he looks right, only to see a sight that terrifies him.
And breaks his heart.
He rushes over, rolling his lover onto his back, but he can barely make out his face. He’s beaten to death, his face mush beneath his black combed hair. Darby pulls him close, bellowing into the night.
Back in the present and his screams are audible. The treatment is taking its toll and causing Sorrow agony. His eyes are wide and he screams to catch his breath, finally stopping when the grimacing face of Wells appears over him.
“We’re so close,” The Doctor grumbles. “So, so, so very close.”
“Please, enough,” he begs. “I can’t do this anymore.”
Wells grabs a needle, bringing it close.
“Nonsense,” he scoffs. “One more should do the trick.”
He injects him.
And his screams…
Well, they’ll send shivers down most men’s spines.
But not the Doctor.
Wells sits down as Darby falls back into his trance, ready to take notes.
“SPACERATS PT. 2”
“Captain,” Commander Spacerat begins, stepping into Captain Spacerat’s office. “I am very sad to report the Ancient Collector has arrived.”
Captain Spacerat lifts a crooked eyebrow. “You know what must be done.”
Commander Spacerat gulps. “Does it have to happen… this way?”
“Commander,” The Captain says with a cold glare. “There are infinite galaxies. There are infinite universes. There are infinite timelines. But this? This ends one way.”
Sigil has lined the walls with explosives. Every time a Spacerat appears, he withdraws a brand new sword, glowing with pure light, and slices them like bread.
It is an absolute bloodbath down there.
And then, suddenly?
Sigil is in the Captain’s Office.
“Hello there, Ancient Collector.” Commander Spacerat and Captain Spacerat say in unison.
“I know you have my satchel,” Sigil says. “Give it to me now, or we’re going to have problems.”
Surprisingly, Captain Spacerat does have his satchel. He tosses it to Sigil and says, “Nice sword.”
Sigil admires the blade, white light emitting from it. “Then you know who I got it from,” Sigil replies.
“No,” Captain Spacerat says. “It just looks exactly my cock.”
Sigil laughs from behind his mask. “Are you sure you want those to be your last words, old friend?”
“Actually,” Captain Spacerat replies. “I want my last words to be these…”
He clears his throat, “No matter how many of me you kill, no matter how many of us are left at the end of your war path, no matter how many worlds you see, timelines you travel, or women you bang in the balloon knot? Two facts remain: You’ve not got a clue about the bigger picture to all this. And I’ve got a much bigger willy than you.”
“So be it.”
“WAIT!” Commander Spacerat says. “Can I have a last word as well?”
“That depends,” replies Sigil. “Are you going to talk about willies?”
“No,” says Commander.
“Fine,” Sigil answers. “Make them count.”
Commander looks at his Captain, who nods sagely at him.
“When this is all said and done, we may be dead. But you? Your penis is small.”
Sigil sighs and cosmic leaps away, his satchel back at his side.
Outside of the spaceship, you can see the bombs blow up the interior of the craft, firey explosions engulfed by the void of space, but the damage is done.
The spaceship begins its firey descent towards the Earth’s fragile atmosphere.
Surely, nothing will survive the crash landing.
THE JUDGE VS. BANZAN
Where does spirituality fall into the natural Order of the universe? We’ll find out, as OSW Champion, Banzan, enters non-title competiton against The Judge!
The two titans stand nose-to-nose, and Banzan adopts the Dragon Stance! The Judge swings for him, but Banzan ducks it. Judge swings again, and the deceptively agile big man evades him once more. Judge feints another strike, luring Banzan into a waistlock. He tries to throw him to the mat, but Banzan rolls through and uses Judge’s own weight and momentum to throw him instead!
A mortal competitor would be seeing red, but not The Judge. He locks horns with Banzan and uses his 40-pound weight advantage to anchor them both. Without momentum behind him, Banzan can’t use it against him. With Banzan trapped, he clubs him with devastating blows that would maim any other man. If Banzan weren’t already reeling, he certainly will be when he receives THE VERDICT! The Sparta kick floors The Indestructible Mountain! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT!
Order pulls Banzan to his feet, but the spiritualist shoves him off. He transitions to the Bear Stance! Judge actually steps back – it’s on! Banzan slams Judge with a belly-to-belly suplex. Judge recovers and races towards him – right into a Samoan drop! Banzan heaves him up and shows him that suffering exists with the DUKKHA Saito suplex! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT!
Both warriors are exhausted. Banzan walks a path and calls to end Judge’s suffering. The metallic knight gets to his knees and Banzan charges at him with the MAGGA kinshasa! Wait, you have got to be kidding… THE JUDGE CATCHES BANZAN AND HAULS HIM UP INTO A POWERBOMB! Banzan drops down off his shoulders, however, and hits a low kick. Judge goes down – MAGGA kinshasa! ONE… TWO… THREE!
The OSW Champion proves his dominance in this non-title exhibition!
“PLAY THE FOOL”
What a match between Banzan and The Judge!
As The Judge takes his leave, we get a repeat from last week as Berkshire Ellison Greene saunters down the aisle. Banzan doesn’t appear to see him, walking to retrieve the OSW World Championship. BEG slides into the ring with sinister intent, rushing his foe.
BUT BANZAN GRABS HIM BY THE NECK!
“As I said before, Greene, it’s obvious you don’t listen.” Banzan says, pulling BEG in. “Nor do you learn.”
Despite the grip around his neck, BEG begins to laugh, strangely enough. A confused Banzan releases him. Greene looks up at Banzan with a grin.
“You think I’m an idiot, don’t you?” BEG croaks out, rubbing his throat. “You think your little parable about fool’s gold just went over my head.”
Greene straightens out before a curious Banzan.
“Get your shit straight, Banzan.” Greene continues. “I know exactly what you’re talking about. Darby Sorrow and I are the fools bringing the gold to The Butcher, right?”
“Why play the fool, then?” Banzan asks.
“Because I watched how you talked to Darby and I. I saw your contempt and judgement. You think you’re some high and mighty teacher here to show us the way.”
BEG spits on the ground.
“Fuck your way. Darby didn’t play ball, and he’s paying the price. But I’m swinging the big bat around here, and I’m up to the plate with the game on the line.”
The World Champion steps forward, but BEG holds his hand out.
“You can kick my ass next week. That’s what you promised, right? All your big lessons coming down to a fight. How very enlightened.”
Greene reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a plane ticket.
“Go back to your Tiger’s Nest, Champ. I want you to see what’s left of it.”
The Indestructible Mountain takes the ticket, glaring at BEG who slips from the ring.
What does BEG want Banzan to see?
Luke Storm. We find him back stage, phone pressed to his ear and looking both frustrated and stressed. Not a picture of the usual Hollywood cool calm and collected we are accustom to.
“What do you mean it’s on hold?
Surely they can smell bullshit when it’s thrust under their noses. Warren… Are you telling me they are giving the role away?”
“You don’t know? Well find out! What do I pay you for?”
Eyes narrow. His sights set on the target of his anger.
“Warren. I’m gonna call you back.”
He puts the phone away and approaches a crowd of people. At the centre, one Alton Whitlock. The people, a scrum of media, cameras and his own campaign team.
Luke Storm pushes past them all and grabs Whitlock by the collar.
“You son of a bitch!”
Alton’s eyes widen, though the look of fear is directed at the cameras and not in the direction of his attacker.
“Luke… Calm yourself. You wouldn’t really hurt me in front of all these people, would you?”
Storm pushes him up against a wall, pressing his face right up against Whitlock’s.
“You conniving little prick. I don’t know what your game is here, punk. But spreading lies about me to cost me my career is a new low, even for a scumbag politician like you. Every word you spoke needs to be discredited… Now!”
“Lies? You have no proof that they were lies.”
Storm clenches a fist, using all the self-control that he can muster not to unleash it.
“Why the hell should I have to prove myself to you? Innocent until proven guilty, isn’t it?”
Whitlock scoffs at the comment.
“That may be true in a court of law. But out here, in the people’s court, the media control your public image. And who do you think the producers in Hollywood listen to?”
Storm’s growls under his breath but doesn’t say another word.
“A dozen news crews are posting this live as we speak. Everybody is seeing how unhinged your behaviour is. So go on… Take a swing at me, knock me out. You’ll just prove me right. Cameras follow me everywhere. They’ll see the real you… the only person being discredited right here is you.”
Storm thinks on it for a long time, not moving. Finally, he lets Whitlock go, who dramatically collapses to the ground.
“Next week, Ring King. I’m not only going to prove to everybody that I am who I say I am. I’m going to force you to admit the truth. Right in that ring, in front of the whole world.”
With that, Storm is escorted away by members of Whitlock’s security detail.
OBASI BOCAMO VS. SCRIMSHAW
Two of OSW’s finest brawlers go toe-to-toe tonight. Obasi Bocamo on debut looks set to showcase what the Blood King can do in a ring against the Old Sea Dog, Scrimshaw!
The fighters meet in the centre of the ring and trade blows evenly, each landing a succession of shots that rock the other. A particularly nice UPPERCUT STAGGERS SCRIMSHAW and THE BLOOD KIND POUNCES! FRONT KICK TAKES SCRIMSHAW DOWN! HE GRABS THE OLD SEA DOG BY THE HAIR AND BEGINS SLAMMING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!
Scrimshaw manages to free up his legs to kick Bocamo off him. He spits out blood from his lip and smiles. Bocamo charges at him again… SEA SERPENT’S STRIKE! THE LEG WHIP TAKES HIM DOWN HARD! He goes for the CAPTAIN’S HOOK, BUT HE CAN’T GET IT LOCKED IN!
Bocamo unloads a barrage of elbow strikes that gets him a bit of distance. Both men reach a vertical base. THE BLOOD KING CHARGES! BLACK DEATH! NO! SCRIMSHAW DUCKS THE MIGHTY CLOTHESLINE! CHOP BLOCK! HE TOOK OUT BOCAMO’S KNEE AND NOW HE’S STOMPING THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF IT!
The Blood King grabs hold of Scrimshaw’s ankle and trips him. Both men spill to the canvas, but the damage is done to the knee. Bocamo hobbles on… BLACK DEATH! THE CLOTHESLINE NEARLY TURNS SCRIMSHAW INSIDE OUT! BOCAMO MOUNTS HIM, LAYING INTO HIM! PUNCH AFTER PUNCH AFTER PUNCH UNTIL THE REF CALLS IT! SCRIMSHAW IS OUT!
The Blood King wins the brawl here tonight, kick starting his career in fine fashion. Scrimshaw met him toe to toe but ended up bloodied and battered in the end!
“THE PRESS CONFERENCE”
An auditorium at Telegon HQ, packed with people.
Mark Gouldern smirks at the crowd.
A photograph appears on the screen behind him: Emily Carroll, beaming at the camera.
“At Telegon, we take diversity and fairness very seriously. We were shocked by the accusations made by Blackveil and her primary accomplice in the walk-outs: Telegon CFO, Emily Carroll.”
“It’s time for the truth to come out.”
The image switches. Emily. She’s bloody, with red eyes, her hair a mess, her shirt ripped.
“Ms. Carroll had a significant addiction to heroine,” Mark says. “She stole. She lied. She assaulted people in a drug-addled rage.”
“Blackveil used this addiction to manipulate Emily into lying to the world and her co-workers.”
“Emily came to me when she realized the mistakes she had made.”
“At Telegon, we care deeply about our employees. So we’ve checked Emily into a remote rehab facility deep in the Canadian Rockies to focus on her recovery. Before she left, she recorded a video message.”
A video plays on the screen. Emily on the night Mark picked her up from Blackveil’s hideout.
“I was lied to and manipulated,” says Emily. Her voice is shaky. “By an evil, unnatural woman. She forced me to forge the documents, create fake payrolls, fabricate abuse reports. Lies. All of it. None of it is true. And I’m so, so sorry.”
She sniffles. The video cuts off.
“And as for Blackveil?” asks Mark.
Another video. The underground lair. The Telegon employee named Travis. Blackveil snaps his neck.
Suddenly, the lights turn off. Total darkness.
A woman shrieks.
“YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!!
When the light returns, two Telegon security guards are restraining a woman in a red dress that has slipped a black mask over her face, not far from the stage.
“I look forward to resolving this situation at Ring King V.”
The crowd applauds thunderously.
Mark nods his head and walks off stage.
Out in the middle of nowhere, Luke Marshall has constructed a makeshift chapel, wooden poles hold up a large metal roof and multiple steel chairs are stacked for whenever someone shows up. Looking like he’s at a fairground more than a church, Luke Marshall waits for a new congregation. He seethes in impatience.
“Monty had better be telling the truth.”
As he says this, multiple buses pull up and people pour out in droves, his small congregation of 20 is replaced with 200. An old man gingerly walks up to Luke.
“Are you Father Marshall?”
“Indeed I am, take a seat.”
The old man waves everyone over and all take a seat as Luke begins to speak.
“The Lord works in mysterious ways and all of us may be confused about why we are here but everything in life happens for a reason, amen?”
“This is our new church but the church isn’t a building, it’s the people that reside in it, it can be a small building, a metal roof, or nothing at all, as long as we are here and support each other, the church will always be here. As we are all new here, I want you to greet your neighbor, shake their hand, give them a hug, whatever feels comfortable to you, come as strangers, leave as family.”
Everyone greets each other and Luke starts his sermon. As he speaks, everyone is moved, there are tears, there is laughter, and everyone feels like Luke spoke directly to them. Once he wraps it up, the same old man as before walks up to him.
“That was a great speech Father Marshall, Mr. Straight wanted me to show you something if you don’t mind.”
“Whatever it is, he can show me it himself.”
“Well sir, that’s exactly what he wants to do.”
The old man hands Marshall his iPhone and pulls up Monty’s number and tells him to press facetime. Luke presses the phone.”
“Hello, Mr. Marshall, I was waiting on your call, I hope you enjoy your new audience, I certainly enjoy mine.”
Monty shows his audience, it is filled with Luke’s old congregation. Luke is enraged and hangs up.
“They’re at the show? I thought they were going to the lord.”
Buzz, *You Have (1) New Text Message*
“I thought you would be happy that they were safe. The gates of heaven are closed right now and they needed somewhere to go.”
Luke crushes the phone with his bare hands.
ALTON WHITLOCK VS. MARK GOULDERN
The free market wrestles with regulation as the head of Telegon, Mark Gouldern, tangles with the politician, Alton Whitlock!
Gouldern suckers Whitlock into a tie-up, only to slap on a headlock. Alton sends him off the ropes, but Mark tackles him on the rebound. He hits the ropes again and hops over the politician, who recovers and goes for a hip toss. The TeleBoot, however, adheres to the mat – sandbagging the move! The visionary hits his own hip toss, followed by a back elbow.
Telegon’s founder picks Alton up, but Whitlock hits a jawbreaker! Mark stumbles back and The Candidate propels him into the corner with a dropkick. Whitlock pancakes him with a big splash, then a dazed Gouldern stumbles right into an atomic drop. With his opponent doubled over, Alton drapes his leg over Mark’s neck and drops him with the overdrive – aka PARTY POLITICS! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT!
Whitlock pulls Mark up, but the TeleGauntlet shoves the referee aside before poking Alton in the eyes! Gouldern apologises to the official for the “glitch”, but quickly takes advantage of the blinded Whitlock with a PLANNED OBSOLESCENCE DDT! ONE… TWO… THR—SHOULDER UP! The tech magnate scores a near-fall!
Alton groggily climbs to his feet. He SIDE-STEPS a RUTHLESS INSPIRATION dropkick! Gouldern’s TeleBoot-assisted kick winds up trapping him in a tree-of-woe against the turnbuckle. Whitlock moves in for the kill, pulling Mark out of the corner in the vertebreaker – but he squirms free! Alton spins round into THE DISRUPTION! The TeleGauntlet-powered Superman punch knocks him out cold. ONE… TWO… THREE!
Mark Gouldern’s Combat 2.0 suit kills another bug before release!
A screen illuminating the background shows a Twitter page with zero followers. The account? @SeeSawPlayground.
We see the man behind the screen himself. SeeSaw. He looks at the number almost expectantly before his face contorts into one of rage, betrayal. He turns behind himself, staring down Kenny Freeman, the Keyboard Warrior looking white as a ghost as SeeSaw approaches him.
He looks… hurt.
“Not. A. Single. Person.”
Kenny goes to reply but a hand wraps around his neck, driving him back into a wall in the darkness.
“You didn’t send out any invitations, did you? Had me all excited that you would be helping me, get all the playmates I could want to watch me show off my new toys. But you lied to me.”
Kenny chokes against the grip, placing a hand on SeeSaw’s forearm.
“I-I wanted to but people may not like me promoting you and I needed to-”
“TO WHAT!? To hope I forgot, Kenny? Oh no no no, I never forget my playmates. But I was so ready to thank you for being such a good helper. I had a party planned and everything…”
He looks away from Kenny, a hint of sadness in his voice, the toy master obviously a little unhinged, seemingly seeing Kenny as a friend after he agreed to help last week.
“I’m sorry I should’ve made some post-”
Kenny is quickly shut up as he is TOSSED behind SeeSaw with great force! He careens into the darkness and the lights are turned on to reveal a MASSIVE toy room set up within the halls of the Slaughterhouse. Kenny looks around him in absolute panic as SeeSaw looks over him.
“You have one more week to try and get me some more playmates, Kenny. Please. For a friend?”
Kenny looks at himself boxed in, toys on all sides, and merely nods his head, taking out his phone and typing as fast as his little fingers will go.
A fight has already started. Mez is on the back of X, who swears and pants and grunts. X seems frantic in his bid to escape and as he turns it becomes apparent why. The dim bulb overhead hits something shiny in Mez’s hand. A SCREWDRIVER!
“You will take his eye and then his arm.”
The words rattle around Mez’s brain like a pinball.
X slams himself back into the wall. Mez drops off ax’s back under the force but as X turns he sees that Mez is already advancing, frantically thrashing the screwdriver towards X’s face.
X backs off, right across the narrow corridor to the opposing wall. When his back is up against the wall Mez LAUGHS.
“You think this is funny?” X asks.
Mez immediately stops laughing. He tilts his head to one side and holds the screwdriver up by his cheek like a toddler holding a cuddly toy.
Mez charges again, lunging with the screwdriver right at the eye of X!
X side steps!
BAM! X uses his bionic arm to slam Mez’s head into the wall. Mez stumbles backwards, shaking his head.
SPEAR! X takes Mez down and pulls something from his pocket as he straddles Mez, pinning his arms down.
STAB! Right in the chest!
X has a syringe! He sedates Mez!
X rolls off Mez as he starts to doze off. Lying at Mez’s side, X turns. Mez turns too and they lock eyes.
“You want this eye? You want my arm?” X huffs, out of breath, “come get them at Ring King.”
Mez tries to bite X’s face through the mask, barking like a feral dog. Instead, though, he passes out.
BEG VS. VERITAS
Will money win out over the truth as BEG looks to test this theory against Veritas!
BEG walks over to the ref and tries to slyly hand him money, but Veritas comes over to stop the bribe. BEG sees this and lunges at the Truth Seeker with his bladed cane! Veritas just barely dodges the sharp blade aimed at his exposed throat as the bell sounds.
Veritas catches BEG’s arm and knocks the blade out of his hand before pulling him in for a clothesline that floors the Billionaire Sadist. Veritas stomps down on the chest of Greene to sit him back up. Veritas picks BEG up and gets him up for a POWERBOMB!
BEG is a step ahead and hooks his legs together around the throat of the Freedom Fighter as the PYRAMID SCHEME triangle choke shows some effect. Veritas struggles for a moment before dropping to a knee. BEG tries to tighten the hold, trying to secure a victory.
Veritas gets a surge of energy though and stands to his feet, lifting BEG up again and throwing him into the turnbuckle for a Buckle Bomb. The Billionaire stumbles from the corner when he is met by Veritas’ thumb to the throat and a back elbow strike! TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Truth is money won’t buy everything, as Veritas walks out with a clear victory.
“Who you were, Scrimshaw. You were a monster.”
Blood splatters the deck of a shipping vessel as a poor sailor’s mauled corpse lands upon it. The sounds of shouting are heard as more sailors attack the unseen creature, each one falling easily, missing limbs, chest ripped open.
“A monster? Far from it. I was a man who became a beast.”
The camera pans up to reveal Scrimshaw. The captain is much younger, his hair seemingly crimson with blood. The tattoo on his chest is visible, having grown red itself. The Blood Fang tears into sailors with tooth and claw, flinging them overboard and rending them in droves.
“You rejected your humanity.”
As the crewmen fall, leaving piles of corpses and pools of blood, Scrimshaw yells something to the men below deck, a crew of sailors, all bearing the same tattoo, pour out from beneath, carrying with them packages and containers, moving them to a large nearby boat before calling for Scrimshaw to join them.
“And I gained the power to survive.”
Scrimshaw doesn’t jump to his vessel quite yet, looking towards the bow of the ship, marching towards it and flinging himself towards it, holding on tightly as he shouts into the distance, letting loose a howl that seems to awaken something beneath the waves. And, after a few seconds, a serpent rises. With the head of a wolf, it snarls as it breaches the water.
“You sold your soul to a serpent and used it to murder everyone in your way.”
The beast crushes the remains of the boat with ease, dragging it slowly beneath the water as Scrimshaw jumps to his vessel, leaving the ship to perish within the grasp of the serpent.
“And with it, I was able to feed families. Times were tough. Some had to die so that our men may live.”
The Present Day.
Scrimshaw and The Judge are still at odds with one another, their talk quickly coming to an end as The Judge placing his axe on his shoulder and staring down Scrimshaw as the latter holsters his flintlock.
“I rest me case, Judge. But I know how men like you are. At Ring King, you and I will battle in the cave of the great Wolf Serpent. Should you win, I’ll admit to my misdeeds. And if you lose, then you will exonerate me.”
The Judge contemplates for a moment, looking at the door behind Scrimshaw.
“And, I get to take the ill-gotten gains behind that door. The treasure, the wares. Everything.”
Scrimshaw narrows his eyes then smirks.
“It’s a deal.”
The Judge backs away, seemingly disappearing into the darkness beyond the cave as Scrimshaw goes to his boat. Both men at odds as the scene fades to black.
“THE BALLAD OF GARY, INDIANA”
A brand new, smoldering crater sits in the middle of Gary, Indiana.
Laying within that crater?
A destroyed spaceship, with hundreds of dead Spacerats inside of it.
On the balcony of the newly built capitol building, Junkrat plays with a guitar made from a shovel.
And he sings a song entitled, “When Your Mind’s Made Up”
So, if you want something
And you call, call
Then’ll come running
We find Mayor Junkrat on board the Spacerat’s ship. They salute him.
He salutes back.
They put a headset over his eyes.
Tears begin streaming out from underneath Junkrat’s headset.
To fight, and I’ll be at your door
When there’s something worth running for
Sigil appears in front of Mayor Junkrat backstage last week.
“Junkrat, your clones are back, you have to–“
Junkrat sticks a needle in Sigil’s arm.
Sigil looks up at Junkrat.
Junkrat frowns, “I’m sorry.”
When your mind’s made up
When your mind’s made up
There’s no point trying to change it
Captain Spacerat looks at Commander Spacerat.
“Is the Ancient Collector soon to arrive?” Asks the Commander.
The Captain nods his head.
Tears form in the Commander’s eyes. “I don’t want to die.”
The Captain nods. He doesn’t want to either.
When your mind’s made up
When your mind’s made up
There’s no point trying to stop it
The 99 cloned Junkrats watch the falling spaceship land in Gary and explode into thousands of firey pieces, carving a huge crater into the ground.
You see, you’re just like everyone
When the shit falls all you want to do is run, away
The “Population: 100” sign is pulled out of the earth by a cloned Junkrat. He replaces it with a sign that reads, “Gone Fishin’!”
And hide all by yourself
When you’re far from me, there’s nothing else
The 99 Junkrats, with their things wrapped in bandanas tied to a stick held over their shoulder, make their exodus from Gary, Indiana.
When your mind’s made up
When your mind’s made up
There’s no point trying to change it
When your mind’s made up
Sigil looks through a pair of binoculars and watches the exodus of Junkrats. He places the binoculars on the ground, and begins running towards them.
When your mind’s made up
There’s no point even talking
When your mind’s made up
99 Junkrats lay scattered across the ground, dismembered, beheaded, and utterly destroyed.
Sigil walks away from his mass execution, satisfied for now.
When your mind’s made up
There’s no point trying to fight it
So, if you ever want something
Above the singing Junkrat, high in the sky, a fleet of UFO’s appear.
They move down, the massive ships, until they park quite hastefully and recklessly around the fallen ship.
And you call, call
Then I’ll come running.
“Hi, Junkrat!” A thousand voices yell in unison as just as many bodies disembark from the spaceships.
A whole fleet of them.
Junkrat stands, a sad smile on his face, and salutes them.
A thousand pants unzip, and salute him back.
“Is it time for war?” He asks them.
“Almost,” they all reply.
MEZ VS. FREEMAN VS. REDWING VS. STRAIGHT
Tonight, we have a match to crown the first holder of the TKO championship! Will it be Monty Straight, Kenny Freeman, Redwing, or Mez? We find out next!
DING! DING! Kenny Freeman charges at Monty Straight and hits a dropkick that sends Monty into the corner! Kenny hops to the middle rope and starts doing a ten count of punches! One! Two! Three! Four! Mez comes from behind and drops Kenny with a massive German suplex! Mez backs up and charges into Monty! GUT CHECK! Mez drives his head into Monty’s abdomen with that modified spear!
Mez backs up again! Redwing locks in a headlock on Mez and Monty rolls out of the ring when he has the chance! Redwing runs with Mez! KILLING JOKE! He hits the running bulldog into the turnbuckle! He tells the ref to check on Mez but Mez is stirring still and a chair is thrown into Redwing out of nowhere! Monty threw the chair and Redwing is rocked!
Monty grabs another chair and slides into the ring! Kenny Freeman comes out of nowhere and double stomps Monty’s face into the chair! He’s not done! He flosses and runs to the ropes! FOLLOW THE FREEMAN! Leg drop into the chair! Is Monty knocked out? No! He’s out of it but not out cold! Kenny climbs to the top rope!
He jumps! WHAT A MANEUVER! Shooting star headbutt! No! Monty reverses it with a mid-air cutter! He drags Kenny’s face above the chair! He lifts Kenny up for a crucifix powerbomb! Kenny tries to fight out of it but to no avail! Mez creeps up from behind! HEAD CHECK! Massive headbutt to the back of Monty’s skull and Monty is out cold!
What a win for Mez as he is your first TKO champion but he doesn’t even celebrate and he leaves with everyone else! Hold on! A spotlight bearing Redwing’s sigil is lit up and Redwing runs back to the ring! The lights go out, even the spotlight! What’s going on!?
“FAKE ASS HERO”
The lights stay down in the ring for quite a while. The anticipation brings the audience to a fever pitch!
The lights come on.
And in the ring stands many, many men.
All with Veritas masks on.
Well, he doesn’t stand a fucking chance.
They swarm him, beating the ever living shit out of him! Punches, kicks, and steel chairs leveling Redwing! Every time the Caped Crusader stands up, he’s taken back down with another chair shot, and the kicks and punches resume.
At the top of the entrance ramp emerges the actual Veritas. He whistles, and his followers back off and exit the ring. Militaristically, they form a double file line up the entrance ramp.
Veritas, microphone in hand, begins to speak.
“So, I must admit. You had me in a place two weeks ago. But like the truth, I’ve one-upped you two-fold, haven’t I, Red Knight?”
Redwing remains on one knee in the ring. He does not look towards the entrance ramp, but it is clear by the angry sneer on his visage that he hears Veritas well.
“The truth is, Redwing, if the truth is what you’re after, you don’t get it by beating the gatekeeper in a dark room as he remains defenseless.”
Redwing now turns and looks at Veritas. The eyes behind his cowl reveals nothing of understanding. Only sheer rage sits in those dark pools.
“In my office right now sits a file. And that file holds everything about your personal tragedy that I could dig up. And trust me, Billy Bat Thornton, it required some digging. There are people out there who do not want the truth to be known.”
Veritas continues. “But that isn’t how I operate.”
Redwings eyes shift from pure rage to possessing a twinge of hope.
“Truth is, you had your chance to put your hands on me. But I haven’t yet had the satisfaction that I desire. So at Ring King? You and I are going to have a wrestling match. And then, win, lose, or draw…”
“I will give you exactly what you want, you fake ass hero.”
Veritas drops the microphone and leaves the ringside area, his followers with him.
Redwing spits the blood from his mouth onto the mat.
But nevertheless, he grins.
“BROKEN HEARTS II”
The sound of dirt being shovelled echoes loudly throughout the night. It’s dark and horrid as we pick up from where we left off.
Darby Sorrow stands over a half-filled open grave, burying his love.
“I’m sorry,” he says, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I never meant for any of this. I told you my secret and it cost you your life.”
“All so you could end mine.”
Sorrow steps out of the grave.
The first he ever dug.
“No,” a voice pleads. “Wait, what are you doing? Stop!”
We finally snap back to reality to find a screaming Darby Sorrow with his hands wrapped around the throat of Doctor Wells.
He pushes him backwards, stumbling slightly as he does, falling through a whole mess of trays and medical equipment.
Wells grabs his throat, gasping.
“You know where it is, don’t you?” He growls with a terse voice. “You know where he’s hidden it!”
“I’m not telling you a fucking thing,” he screams.
The Doctor snarls, his top lip curling.
He rushes towards the door, slamming his hand down on an intercom.
“I need you,” he demands. “I need you right God damn now.”
He turns around to see Darby Sorrow stood before him.
“I don’t think they’ll make it.”
SEESAW & JUNKRAT VS. STORM & SIGIL
TAG TEAM MATCH
All four of these men have a history. SeeSaw and Luke Storm. Junkrat and Sigil. And tonight, this match between our Ring King Semi-Finalists carries that history forward.
DING! DING! SeeSaw and Sigil kick things off in the ring! Sigil flies across the ring at full speed and nails SeeSaw with a lariat across the chest! SeeSaw stumbles backwards but he does not fall! Dropkick from Sigil! SeeSaw stumbles into the ropes! Sigil runs to the opposite side of the ring, bounces off the ropes!
CROSS BODY BLOCK!!! NO!!!
SEESAW DUCKS AND PULLS THE TOP ROPE DOWN WITH HIM! SIGIL HITS THE GROUND!!! HARD!!!
SeeSaw immediately moves to his corner. Junkrat wants the tag, but SeeSaw grabs his favorite toy Jack instead! Junkrat, privvy to what’s happening, hops off the apron and picks up Sigil, locking him in a standing full nelson as SeeSaw runs across the ring!!!
SIGIL COSMIC LEAPS OUT OF THE WAY!!!
JACK’S COLLISION COURSE STRAIGHT INTO JUNKRAT’S HEAD!!! THAT DID NOT GO AS PLANNED!!!
Sigil stands in the middle of the ring! He tags in Luke Storm!! Storm wastes no time!!! He climbs to the top turnbuckle!!! SeeSaw stands to his feet outside the ring!!
FLYING DRAGON KICK FROM STORM RIGHT INTO SEESAW’S JAW!!!
And now Storm mounts the clown and begins mauling him with lefts and rights!!! Storm hasn’t forgotten how SeeSaw tried to make his daughter one of his minions, and he’s still making him pay!!! Left, right, left, right!!! He’s busted SeeSaw’s nose open!!!
JUNKRAT WITH A RUNNING MISSILE DROPKICK RIGHT INTO THE SIDE OF LUKE STORM’S DOME!!!
And now Sigil has dropped off the apron and gives chase to Junkrat!! They run around the ring!!! Junkrat eventually slides under the bottom rope!! Sigil follows!!!
And Junkrat catches Sigil with a double axe handle across his back as he slides in the ring!!! Junkrat immediately begins laying into Sigil with more axe handles across his back!!! Junkrat stands to his feet!!
DOUBLE STOMP TO SIGIL’S LOWER BACK!!!
ANOTHER DOUBLE STOMP!!!
A-FUCKING-NOTHER!!! THE MAYOR OF GARY ISN’T FUCKING AROUND!!!
Junkrat moves to the turnbuckles and climbs up!!!
THE RIP TIRE!!! BOWLING BALL 450 SPLASH RIGHT ONTO SEESAW’S BACK!!! HOLY FUCKING MOLY!!!
HE ROLLS SIGIL OVER AND MAKES THE COVER!!!
BUT NEITHER MAN IS THE LEGAL COMPETITOR!!!
SeeSaw, bloody nose and all, slides into the ring and lifts Sigil to his feet!!! He tosses him over the top rope, and beckons Luke Storm to come in the ring!!
Storm obliges!!! He leaps onto the ring apron, and leap frogs over the top rope!!!
AND CATCHES THE SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST IN MIDAIR FROM SEESAW!!!
Now its SeeSaw who mounts Storm!!! And it’s once again time for unfinished business!!! Left, right, left, right, left, left, left, RIGHT!!!
HE PURPOSEFULLY SNEEZES HIS BLOODY NOSE ON LUKE STORM’S FACE!!! UNBELIEVABLY DISGUSTING!!!
“Come on, Lukey!!! It’s time to play!!!”
But Storm escapes the mount, and swivels his body around to SeeSaw’s legs!!!
ANKLE LOCK!!! ANKLE LOCK TO SEESAW!!! HE’S SCREAMING OUT IN PAIN!!! WHAT AN UNBELIEVABLY DISGUSTING SOUND!!!
SeeSaw is crying for help!!! But no one can come to the rescue!!! He lifts his arm in the air!!! He’s about to tap out!!!
BUT SIGIL OUT OF NOWHERE APPEARS BEHIND STORM. HE WRAPS HIS ARM AROUND HIS HEAD!!!
INVERTED DDT FROM SIGIL PLANTS LUKE STORM INTO THE GROUND!!!
A SMOKEBOMB FILLS THE RING!!!
IT’S SO DENSE WE CAN ONLY HEAR THE MUFFLED SOUND OF CHOKING AND FIGHTING!!!
By the time the smoke clears?
Only Junkrat stands tall in the ring!
He pulls SeeSaw to his own corner, climbs outside of the ropes, tags his partner, and then climbs back into the ring!
Junkrat looks down at Sigil.
“Hi, Sigil. You destroy my proginy. You want to war over my ability to procreate via replication? Fuck you, mate!”
Junkrat drops a grenade on Sigil! But Sigil quickly tosses it up to Junkrat!
Junkrat tosses it to Sigil.
Sigil tosses it to Junkrat!
Junkrat tosses it to Sigil!!!
BUT NOW SIGIL COSMIC LEAPS!!!
HE LEAVES THE GRENADE WITH JUNKRAT!!!
Junkrat sighs, “Ah, shite. Fuck me.”
Junkrat soars high into the air from the explosion!!!
But Sigil catches him in the air and drives him down towards the ring!!!
HE SPIKES HIM INTO THE GROUND!!!
AND LUKE STORM MAKES THE COVER!!!
NO!!! JUNKRAT’S ANKLE SOMEHOW FOUND THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!
Luke stands to his feet, Sigil now stands on the apron.
“Finish him!” Storm yells, and tags Sigil in!
Sigil leaps over the top rope and into the ring. And he waits in the corner, patiently, for Junkrat to reach his feet. Junkrat slowly begins climbing to his feet. First to all fours. Then his knees. Finally, Junkrat is able to stumble up to his feet!
PLANESWALKER FROM SIGIL!!! THAT DROPKICK TO JUNKRATS FACE SENDS HIM FLYING INTO THE CORNER!!!
BUT SEESAW TAGS JUNKRAT BEFORE SIGIL CAN TAKE ADVANTAGE!!!
SEESAW LIFTS THE PRONE SIGIL ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!!!
THE TEETER-TOTTER!!! SEESAW DROPS HIM WITH THAT BIZARRE INVERTED DDT!!!
LUKE STORM CHARGES THE RING!!!
LUKE STORM BREAKS UP THE COVER, BUT IT’S TOO LATE!!!
SEESAW PICKS UP THE VICTORY FOR HIS TEAM!!!
In a match between our four semi-finalists for The Butcher’s First Ring King Tournament, it’s SeeSaw and Junkrat who pick up the victory!!
The winners have their hands raised in victory but it isn’t long before all four men are stood inside the ring, each taking a corner for their own.
Junkrat looks at Sigil.
SeeSaw looks at Luke Storm.
All four men have had somewhat individual storied rivalries already.
Suddenly, Junkrat runs at Sigil, just as SeeSaw storms towards Storm. Both men attack, each driving right hands and knees respectively into their rival.
Junkrat drags Sigil from the corner and slams his masked face into the top rope, running it violently across it. He only stops when The Collector back elbows out, turning to swing with a Clothesline that clobbers him to the floor.
SeeSaw meanwhile strangles Luke Storm in the corner, bringing him to his knees. He shortly changes tact, slamming his thumbs into the eyes of the Actor – who whilst screaming, barely manages to kick out Mr. Make Believes Legs.
Sigil storms over, pulling SeeSaw up, only to be pushed backwards. SeeSaw runs.
SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST!
GORE! GORE! GORE!
GORE INTO A SPINEBUSTER!
NO! THE COLLECTOR MOVED!
SEESAW DOVE STRAIGHT THROUGH JUNKRAT!
Storm is now back to his feet, dazed and unable to see. He lunges forward.
LIGHTNING STRIKE TO THE BACK OF SIGIL’S HEAD!
NO! STORM THOUGHT HE WAS AIMING AT SEESAW! HIS LACK OF VISION LED HIM TO DECK THE WRONG PERSON!
SeeSaw rolls to the outside, looking back at Junkrat who’s writhing in pain as Luke Storm rubs his eyes in the middle of the ring.
He smiles sadistically.
A sinister, unforgettable grin.
These four men battle at Ring King for the right to rule this Kingdom.
Only one can be King.
Who will it be?