HOLLYWOOD LUKE STORM
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Recorded Earlier.
It’s in the middle of Vancouver and Luke Storm has managed a desperate get away with his family to the set of his new film. Having escaped Edward Newton, they rest in his trailer as he heads to work.
He exits into the parking lot and hops inside an old Pontiac, putting his trademark glasses on.
“We just have one shot left in the Pontiac and then you’re clear to go,” the Director says. “Get up to about forty, swerve between the two cars as they pull out in front of you, then hand break turn to stop before the truck as he pulls out. Are you sure you don’t want a stuntman to do this?”
Luke shakes his head ‘no’ but doesn’t say a word.
“ACTION!”
Hollywood revs the engine and speeds away, squealing his wheels as he does. It isn’t long before he’s up to forty, swerving in and out of the two cars.
The truck pulls across and Luke reaches for the handbrake, only nothing happens.
In the quickest of split seconds, the vehicle crashes straight into the side of the truck head on, taking the entire roof off the Pontiac as it does.
Crew members rush towards the vehicle as fast as they can, desperately searching the wreckage as fire begins at the engine, giving everyone pause for thought.
Just then, Luke somehow crawls throughout the car towards the back, escaping out of the narrowest of gaps. The crew help pull him through and drag him away.
Another near miss.
BOOM!
The car explodes, destroying the truck and causing a fireball to roar into the sky. The Director doesn’t get it; his hands are on his head. He’s in shock.
“Why didn’t you turn!?” He roars at Luke.
Storm stumbles.
“The handbrake was fucking broken,” he growls angrily back. “What the fuck kind of operation is this!? First the gun and now the car? Are you trying to fucking kill me!?”
The crew quickly separate them both as we focus on the fireball, cutting abruptly.
Cut.
SIR RENAULT vs. PHINEAS MOODY
The evil that possessed Phineas Moody seeks to extinguish the light residing inside the Last Crusader. While the Sir Renault seeks to defend the little good that still exists on this earth. Before night’s end one of these beings will be crucified.
Moody stands in the corner and cackles at Renault who in response rushes in as Phineas dodges and hits him on top of the head with a silver object that was concealed behind his back. As the object tumbles to the ground, we see a crown of barbed wire. As Renault turns to face Carnevil as small rivulets of blood trickle down over his mask.
WE ARE BUT MERE HEARTBEATS INTO THIS MATCH AND THE FREAKSHOW HAS LITERALLY DRAWN FIRST BLOOD!
Darth Jesus pivots and rushes The Ringmaster with a double leg takedown quickly transitioning into Crucifix Submission. Snatching the crown of barbed wire off the canvas to aid with the choke, THE PENTANGLE OF CHASTITY WITH THE DAMNED BARBED WIRE!
THE LAST CRUSADER IS CHOKING THE AFTERLIFE OUT OF THE SCOURGE WITH THOSE FUCKING JAGGED SPIKES!
Dark maroon fluid begins to flow from the neck of Moody as he starts to fade away until he goes limp. Renault releases the hold and lifts the Cross from the corner it was propped up in and tossing it at Moody’s feet. With precision Renault is lashes the feet of the Scourge to the cross. When he moves to the left arm of The Ringmaster, the right slithers up and grasps back of the mask of The Last Crusader.
CRRRRACK!
VISCIOUS VILE HEADBUTT, THE BEARDED LADY KISS! ROCKING THE LAST CRUSADER TO HIS FUCKING CORE BUT NOT TAKING HIM OFF HIS FEET!
CRACK!
ANOTHER BEARDED LADY KISS! ONLY DROPS DARTH JESUS TO ONE KNEE!
This is enough though to let Phineas unlash his feet from the cross before Renault can get back to his feet. The Ringmaster sets up the Last Crusader…
BAM!
A DAMNED BRUTAL SPIKE PILEDRIVER! THE BIG TOP DROPPED RENAULT SQUARE ON THE CROSS!
Phineas quickly begins tie the Last Crusader to the cross. The Ringmaster get the left arm of Renault, then the right, and the fee…
NO!
RENAULT CATCHES HIS HEAD AND ARM WITH HIS LEGS IN AN AD HOC TRIANGLE CHOKE NARROWLY ESCAPING THE FATE OF HIS OWN CRUICIFIXION!
Slowly Phineas fades but Renault can’t capitalize as he exerts all his will behind breaking the binds tethering his arms to the cross. Exhausted and bloodied both entities look for a way to end this. Renault struggles to his feet while Phineas crawls to the ropes. Renault notices something in the corner, three gilded spikes, and hammer.
Renault stumbles to the corner and tosses the new tools to next to the cross turning to face The Scourge still pulling himself up by the ropes. The Last Crusader yolks him up into the crucifix position above his head…
NO! MOODY SLIPS OUT GRABS ONE OF RENAULT’S ARMS ON THE WAY DOWN AND SPINS HIM AROUND
SMACK!
RIPCORD BULLHAMMER, THE DAZZLING, EXCITING, EXTRODINARY MR. MOODY!
MOODY HOLDS ONTO THE ARM AND PICKS UP RENAULT!
SMASH!
SHORTARM BULLHAMMER A-FUCKING-GAIN, THE DAZZLING, EXCITING, EXTRODINARY MR. MOODY!
Renault collapses onto the cross his body has excepted its fate as Moody nails him to the cross, using what strength he has left Moody lifts the cross and leans it against the rope and as the bell sounds…
MOODY TOPPLES THE FUCKING THING WITH SIR RENAULT ATTACHED OVER THE TOP ROPE! SIR RENAULT HAS BEEN CRUCIFIED UPSIDE FUCKING DOWN! CARNEVIL IS FUCKING SICK!
Tonight, the evil has extinguished the light and Phineas Moody has proven there are no depths his depravity knows.
BANZAN, PYRE, & SWEET ALICE
Wonderland.
The magical kingdom is wreathed in flames of hatred as Pyre stalks through the fields. The zombified remnants who had gone after her rush in all directions, their skin melting off of their decrepit forms as they try to flee.
The Red Queen is fucking pissed.
“Alice! Come out and face me!” She blasts a plume of fire into the air, only stopping as footsteps come from either side. Behind her comes Banzan, the monk looking on in disgust at what he sees. But in front of her? Alice. The once sweet girl sneering as she walks past the flaming bodies.
“Pyre, what are you doing?” Banzan tries to interject himself in the chaos, but the Fire Bitch shoves him away.
“I’m finishing what I started. I’m closing the god damn book.” She says, looking back towards Alice who rushes at her without a word!
“Alice, stop! I am sorry! I was not there when you needed me! Please, stand down!” Banzan shouts at his once friend, watching as Alice slows down, a hint of humanity in her eyes.
“You left me to die. You could have saved me! you saved Pyre… but you didn’t save me.” Those bloody tears streak down her cheeks as she stares Banzan down.
FWOOSH!
A FIREBALL SHOOTS FROM PYRE’S HANDS AT THE DISTRACTED ALICE!
FLASH!
We find ourselves once again in the real world, Wonderland now a distant memory. All that remains in front of Banzan and Pyre are what appears to be the ashes of what was once Sweet Alice.
Pyre cracks a smirk, chuckling. “Well, that was easy. Looks like that bitch-”
MAGGA! KINSHASA TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL!
Banzan stands over Pyre, his lips curled into a frown.
“This book does need to be closed, Pyre. I tried to speak to her. And now she is gone. All that remains, is you and I.”
He walks away, wiping a tear from his cheek as he looks back to where Alice once stood.
Cut.
SEESAW
The back of a chair. Zip ties and ropes.
“The Toy Box…”
We cut to SeeSaw stroking the walls of his palace of pain, the closest thing to love we’ve ever seen on his face.
“The Toy Box is my baby,” he starts, a softness to his voice that turns rough quickly with his next statement.
“BUT YOU WANT TO RUIN IT.”
He stares dead ahead at the chair, which we still only see from the back.
“The memories that have been made within these four walls, well they’re better than almost anything else. This place is my family. My new friends became my forever playmates here. Toys that will outlast every other Tamagotchi or Furby fad. And you can’t beat a real intense playtime, after all.”
He picks up an electrified cattle rod and prods at the occupant of the chair, his smile getting wider and wider.
“Well, Mr Rune. You’re in for the best playtime of your life. Not many people get a round 2 with ol’ SeeSaw. Let us see how you feel about your conspiracy to take this place down after this!”
As he jabs with the electrified rod again, the camera pans around and we see that the chair is inhabited by nothing more than the black, rotten tongue that Rune threw at SeeSaw weeks ago, with a pair of googly eyes and a handful of SeeSaw’s own hair taped like a straggly beard to it’s lower half.
SeeSaw lets out an almighty cackle as he jumps around and electrocutes the dead flesh some more. A morbid smell fills the air as the rotten flesh singes.
Cut.
KNIGHTLORD, IMPALER & NIGEL ROYAL vs. THE FOREVER FRIENDS
Knightlord, Impaler, and Royal are here, but it seems Renault’s preoccupation with other business has kept him away from the ring…which is made worse by the arrival of the Forever Friends crawling out from underneath!
Chunky is the first to make a move, making a beeline for Knightlord in what quickly becomes a test of strength between the two supernatural creatures.
Knightlord starts to bring Moses down, with Chunky even taking a knee…before he scoops the HellBat’s legs out from under him, taking him down to the canvas!
He wallops Knightlord with some punches before immediately getting…hungry. He leans over trying to take a chunk, but gets flipped onto his back by Kaine at the last second!
Impaler runs in for the assist, and the two try to keep Moses grounded to no avail as he throws both of them off! Chunky still looks to feed, but Ultimo cuts him off as he looks to take a bite of his own on Impaler!
ADAM SMASHER! IMPALER DAMN NEAR TOOK ULTIMO’S HEAD OFF!
But Ultimo’s latched onto Impaler’s arm after that! He’s going for a bite!
NOPE! KAINE WITH THE BLOODY STREAM! THIS ONE REALLY COMES CLOSE TO TEARING THE HEAD OF AMERICA OFF…LITERALLY!
Ultimo looks far beyond incapacitated after that…but here comes Miles, and he’s got a dangerous trick up his sleeve!
SHOWSTOMPER, RIGHT ON THE FOOT OF KNIGHTLORD!
The normally-ineffectual move is made quite violent by the inhuman strength of being undead, which causes a great deal of pain for even the likes of the Shadow Bat! Miles lunges at Knightlord, sensing the extra energy radiating from his lifeforce…
…BUT GETS SENT FLYING TO THE ROPES WITH A ROUGH SHOULDER TACKLE BY THE IMPALER!
Miles is down, but we soon see that Chunky has turned his attention to a new target as he goes after Royal! With a distinct lack of supernatural abilities, it’s up to his quick thinking and prowess to fend off the hungry, hungry hippo that is Chunky Moses!
DROP TOE HOLD BY ROYAL, QUICKLY FOLLOWED BY A STOMP RIGHT ON THE SKULL OF MOSES!
It looks like the job may be done, but…oh dear.
Ultimo is back on his feet, adjusting his head to fit it right back upon his shoulders.
And he looks enraged.
He charges at full speed toward the trio, focusing on the perceived “weaker” Royal…
WHO WHIPS HIM AROUND AND TO THE CANVAS, LOCKING IN THE DUNGEONS OF LONDON!
Royal has that Crossface cinched in tight, but quickly moves his hands below the chin to keep Ultimo from taking a bite out of him!
ROYAL’S PULLING BACK…AND POP! ROYAL’S REALLY MANAGED TO GET A HEAD IN THIS AFFAIR!
But here comes Chunky, still looking for a tasty treat!
FIBER WIRE ON ROYAL! CHUNKY’S FLAILING HIM AROUND LIKE A DAMN RAGDOLL!
Royal passes out, and Chunky leans in to take a bit…but here comes The Impaler! Chunky drops Royal to the canvas and hits the ropes!
RAGE QUITTER! IMPALER JUST GOT DROPPED BY THE BIG UNDEAD BEAST!
Knightlord goes to make the save!
STRAWBERRY BASKET BY MILES!
Chunky drags Impaler to the corner!
THERE’S A PIN HERE BY CHUNKY!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The Forever Friends have proven that some friendships can withstand everything, even the frailty of death!
KAINE KNIGHTLORD, THE IMPALER, SIR RENAULT & NIGEL ROYAL
The battle is over, but Royal and his allies barely get a chance to recover from what they’ve just been through.
Especially because this battle just made these Friends all the hungrier…
…BUT HERE COMES SIR RENAULT!
Sliding into the ring, Renault takes a swing at Chunky with Lumos…and it connects! Chunky yelps in pain, backing off of Kaine gets back to his feet…NIGHT RAID!
With Chunky down, Impaler goes after Miles, landing an NCB that sends the undead magician out of the ring!
But, just as soon as this fight starts, it comes to an abrupt end! Miles crawls under the ring as Chunky slides out of the ring, quickly followed by the body of Ultimo America grabbing his head along the way. The ring gives a violent quake…and then nothing.
What the hell just happened!?
The four men left in the ring look to each other, still confused by what’s transpired last week and now tonight. Finally, after a long moment of silence shared by the quartet, it is Knightlord who speaks up.
“I’ve thought about your offer, Royal…and I’m going to decline. I have enough of these battles to deal with on my own, I’m not interested in the leftovers of your need for allies.”
With that, Kaine exits the ring leaving Royal to wait on the response from Renault and Impaler. Thankfully for him, these two seem much more open to the idea, particularly Legion.
“If you need someone by your side, I’ll certainly consider it…but as a man of wealth, I know you’re good for some financial compensation.”
He motions as such, rubbing his fingers to indicate a need for payment before leaving the ring. That just leaves Sir Renault, who gives a respectful nod.
“So long as your motives are true and your need is dear, I too will provide my assistance. For now, I leave you to ponder where you stand.”
With that, the Last Crusader takes his leave of the ring, as Royal furrows his brow in disappointment. It seems that he’s gained some form of help, but certainly not in the way he’d hoped.
Cut.
PIRATE GOLD & THE CREWMEN
Outside the Slaughterhouse
We find Israel Grimwolf and Cael Gable crouched, observing the back entrance and meat packing facility of the Slaughterhouse from an elevation that gives them a decent vantage point.
It is a place that is a hustle and bustle by day with trucks coming and going, but now, it lies eerily still.
“Matey, they be coming. Followin’ the trail set before them.”
Surely enough, as Grimwolf points a blackened hand forth, two hulking figures of his zombified crewmen stagger menacingly into view, sniffing at the air as they do so.
“Here, we make our stand. We’ve been running for too long now. They’re not going to stop coming until they’ve dragged me kicking and screaming back to Davey Jones’ locker.”
He holds his black-marked hand out before Gable.
“That be what the black mark means. Death. No escaping the locker this time. But they haven’t caught me yet.”
Cael holds his own hand out, examining it next to Grimwolf’s. It bares the same mark. Angered, he balls it into a fist.
“Okay… You, I get. Seems you have unfinished business with those that used to call you captain, and they’re here for your blood. But… Why the hell are they after me too?”
Grimwolf smiles, shrugging his shoulders.
“The locker can always use one more soul. Especially one who aides and abets those who escape Davey Jones.”
Without warning, Grimwolf leaps. Swinging from a rope, he leaps off the elevation and comes to land in the compound just behind where they’ve led the crewmen to. Moments later, Gable follows suit and they stand together. Grimwolf’s eyes are still sparkling.
“I’ve got an idea.”
Arming himself with a large oar nearby, he creeps up behind one of the zombified crewmen.
CRACK!
THE OAR BREAKS IN HALF ACROSS THE BACK OF THE ZOMBIE’s SHOULDERS!
NOTHING! THE ZOMBIE SIMPLY TURNS AROUND AND ROARS AT THE CAPTAIN!
Grimwolf has a look of absolute surprise on his face, bewildered that his grand plan hadn’t come off. Gable, on the other hand, exhales in frustration.
“That was your fucking master plan?! Haven’t you seen any zombie movies? You’ve got to go for the head.”
Gable takes the half broken oar off Grimwolf and lines up a baseball swing with it, clocking the roaring zombie on the side of the head. This time, the crewman does go down. But the kerfuffle draws the attention of his friend.
“Traitors!” The zombie calls, pointing a tentacled appendage in their direction. “Avast ye!”
Cal Gable and Israel Grimwolf slip inside the doors of the Slaughterhouse. The Zombies will follow them, this much they know. But hopefully now they have a plan that could actually work!
Cut.
TYLER BROOKS vs. CXDY vs. CORVUS
No sooner does the bell ring, than he points accusingly at Corvus.
“He’s the one who killed you, Tyler!” CXDY tries to reason with him—
Brooks sprints towards him…
EYE OF THE SAVIOR!
He damn-near sends CXDY to the grave with that spinning back elbow!
GARROTTE!?
CORVUS SNEAKS BEHIND TYLER WITH THE REAR NAKED CHOKE!
… BUT IT’S INEFFECTIVE!
Zombies don’t breathe, so you can’t choke one out!
The Crow releases his would-be kill. He leaps onto his shoulders—
CUT-THROAT DRIVER!
SANDBAGGED!
Tyler blocks the spike hurricanrana…
HE DUNKS CORVUS OVER THE ROPES!
The assassin splats against the concrete like raw meat on the kitchen floor.
Brooks turns round.
“So, what, we’re not BFFs anymore?” CXDY asks, smirking.
SECOND TO NONE RUSHES TYLER—
BIG!
IN!
JAPAN!
WE MAY NOT BE IN KORAKUEN HALL, BUT THAT HELLACIOUS LARIATO TURNS BROOKS INSIDE-OUT ALL THE SAME!
He spills onto the floor, beside Corvus.
Both competitors slowly rise…
HUMAN FUCKING HIGHLIGHT REEL!
CXDY HITS THE PHOENIX SPLASH ONTO HIS BEST FRIEND AND WORST ENEMY!
You’d think that’d wipe out CXDY, too. On the contrary: the Beverly Hills local springs to his feet, whipping The Slaughterhouse crowd into a frenzy!
He shoves Tyler under the ropes, followed by Corvus.
ONE!
…
TWO!!
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SHOULDER UP!
Brooks saves himself.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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KICKOUT!
Corvus lives to kill another day.
CXDY, however, remains focused. He backs into the corner, waiting for the first man—or monster—to stand…
Corvus gets to his feet—
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!
CHOP!
ROUNDHOUSE!
Here comes the single-leg dropkick…
PERFECT RU—CORVUS KICK!
C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!
THE HIDDEN BLADE PULLS OUT AN OVERHEAD KICK!
CXDY stumbles back—
YOUR!
FORETOLD!
DESTINY!
TYLER BROOKS DECAPITATES HIS BLOOD BROTHER WITH A 360° ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
ONE!
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TWO!!
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CORVUS SAVES CXDY – AGAIN!
He pulls Tyler to his feet…
THROAT THRUST!
PALM STRIKE!
Time for the JUMPING ELBOW…
MURDER OF BLO—ETERNAL SALVATION!
BROOKS TRAPS HIM IN THE CROSSFACE!
You can’t choke him out, Corvus, but he sure as shit can choke you out!
WILL THE BLACK HAND TAP OUT!?
Surely he won’t betray the assassin’s creed!?
HE’S FADING…
FADING…
CARPE OMNIA, MOTHERFUCKER!
CXDY DRIVES HIS FEET THROUGH TYLER WITH THE DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!
Having paid back Corvus—and saved the match—he covers Brooks.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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TWO-POINT-NINE!
Nothing short of a bullet to the head will stop this zombie!
CXDY runs his hands through his hair. He yanks Tyler up, looking his old comrade in his dull eyes…
SWISH!
A THROWING KNIFE SLICES THROUGH THE AIR BETWEEN THEM!
Dropping Brooks, CXDY charges at a rejuvenated Corvus…
THE HIDDEN BLADE AIMS ANOTHER DAGGER RIGHT AT HIM!
HE GOES TO RELEASE IT—
YOUR FORE-FUCKING-TOLD DESTINY!
CXDY EMULATES TYLER WITH A FULL-CIRCLE ROUNDHOUSE!
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery!
Corvus goes down, and CXDY turns his attention back to Brooks…
HE GRABS HIS ARM AND LIFTS HIM INTO AN UNDERHOOK BRAINBUSTER DDT!
THAT’S THE PERFECT ENDING!
THE REFLECTION OF PERFECTION SHATTERS TYLER’S DISTORTED VIEW!
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREEE!!!
CXDY lays to rest the recently exhumed skeleton from his closet.
CXDY, SASHA AND CJ WILLIAMS
Shaky camera footage.
As CXDY stands in the middle of the ring, footage begins to play. It’s grainy and lacking clarity, but you can clearly see the house of Cody Williams as someone approaches the front door.
Knock Knock!
It takes a few moments before Sasha Williams comes to the door. She opens it with a smile, only for that to be turned quickly into a horrifying expression.
Something immediately swipes down across her head, knocking her to the floor in a heap. As she crashes down with a thud, Cody Junior comes rushing into frame, taking a baseball bat to the side of his head as well.
With the pair knocked out, it’s become clear that the camera is attached to the attacker’s shirt, meaning he has both gloved hands free.
Back inside the ring and CXDY has made a b-line for the backstage. He’s not sticking around to watch this and wants to get home as quickly as possible, yet the footage isn’t finished.
The stalker drags CJ, bloodied forehead n’ all towards the door and carelessly takes him outside, dumping him in the trunk of a vehicle.
“My son,” a voice squeals. “Come back here with my boy! Help! Help!”
It’s Sasha. She’s back to her feet, blood dripping down the side of her face and she’s yelling for help. The stalker runs back over to her, tackling her to the ground.
“Be quiet,” he says, muffling her screams. “Come with me, and you’ll both live. You’ll be a family. I promise.”
Knowing that she doesn’t have any choice, she nods reluctantly and the footage cuts.
SCRIMSHAW AND TWO-FACE
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE DONE?!”
A growled voice yells from behind Two-Face’s locker room door. As we enter we see what remains of his goons in front of a very enraged Two-Face.
“We’ve watched our friends be killed either by you or a rival. We just watched a slew of guys get hung because of their association with you. We’re done!”
Two-Face levels a gun at the outspoken member of his gang. The member steps back as his bifurcated boss grabs his coin and flips it. It lands clean side up. The remaining men quickly run, not wanting to stick around to test their fate.
“See? Your true face is revealed, and your men want nothing to do with you.”
Two-Face turns to face the voice.
Scrimshaw
Two-Face points his gun at the Salty Sea Dog who grins.
“Really? You saw me strung up by a mast and die only to have me chase your gang off. What do you think a gun is going to do?”
Two-Face flips his coin and fires a shot.
“Feel better?”
Scrimshaw replies as he looks at the rapidly healing hole.
“No.”
“Didn’t think so. Your men were smart, they ran. I guess your tactics never did serve you well.”
“And what did your tactics get you? A quick drop and a sudden stop is what I remember.”
Scrimshaw then lunges at Two-Face, only to be dodged. Two-Face makes his way to the entry way to finally settle the score.
TWO-FACE vs. SCRIMSHAW
The burned politician humours him, handing him the coin—
RIGHT HAND BY THE SALTY, SLIMY, BLOATED SEADOG!
Two-Face hits the deck, nursing his jaw. He scrambles to his feet, furious.
The Slaughterhouse audience chants along as two old foes wail on each other with cannon-like right-hands!
TWO-FACE FLICKS HIS COIN AT THE REFEREE, DISTRACTING HIM—
LOW BLOW TO SCRIMSHAW!
I DON’T KNOW IF ZOMBIES CAN FEEL THEIR BALLS, BUT IT STUNS THE CAPTAIN NONETHELESS!
Two-Face sends the master and commander of the seven seas into the ropes…
BIIIG BACK BODY DROP!
Beaching his nemesis, Two-Face stomps away at him with his mismatched Oxford shoes. The official tries to hold him back, but the ghosts of Two-Face’s crew—murdered in cold blood by Scrimshaw—haunt him.
He mounts the creature from the black lagoon and goes ham on him with right hands – one for every crew member!
SCRIMSHAW, THOUGH, SITS UP AND OPENS HIS MOUTH—
SEA LICE CRAWL OUT OF HIS GAPING MAW!
Two-Face recoils and scoots away, as the parasitic, blood-sucking lice scuttle across the canvas.
Laughing, Scrimshaw clambers to his feet.
“You’re lookin’ green around the gills, lad. Not got your sea-legs under you!?”
Two-Face snarls at being made a fool of, before charging at his foe—
HE HOISTS HIM UP INTO THE JOKER DRIVER!
SCRIMSHAW, MEET LADY LUCK—
NO!
HE SQUIRMS FREE AND ROLLS TWO-FACE UP!
ONE!
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TWO!!
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KICKOUT!
Losing isn’t one of Two-Face’s policies.
The former Presidential candidate races to meet Scrimshaw in the middle.
Two-Face kicks Scrimshaw in the gut…
OVERDRIVE – FLIP THE COIN!
ONE!
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TWO!!
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SHOULDER UP!
Scrimshaw stays afloat.
Two-Face hauls his deadweight off the mat, trapping his head in the crook of his arm.
HEADS OR TAILS!
NO!
SCRIMSHAW SPINS OUT OF THE SISTER ABIGAIL!
Two-Face turns to face him—
SCRIMSHAW HEAVES HIM UP FOR A SPINEBUSTER!
DASHED ON THE ROCKS!
ONE!
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TWO!!
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TWO-POINT-NINE!
Two-Face isn’t out of the race.
Scrimshaw makes a claw with his gnarled fingers…
HE SINKS INTO A REVERSE CHINLOCK!
TWO-FACE IS IN THE DREADED CAPTAIN’S HOOK—
DENIED!
SNAPMARE!
HE BARELY ESCAPES THE HOLD!
Scrimshaw rolls onto his feet and turns to face, uh, Two-Face. Something gold glistens in his hand…
HE’S WEARING BRASS KNUCKS!
Dammit, ref, why didn’t you check his pockets!? You know he’s always packing the damned things!
The official tries to intervene, but the zombified Scrimshaw barges past—
HE SWINGS AT TWO-FACE, WHO DUCKS!
TWO-FACE THROWS A KICK AT HIM, BUT SCRIMSHAW CATCHES IT…
UH-OH – THE OLD SEA DOG HAS HIM IN THE LEG-HOOK SAITO SUPLEX!
DRAGGED TO THE DEP—
RIGHT HAND, RIGHT HAND, RIGHT HAND!
TWO-FACE BREAKS HIS GRIP!
THE KNUCKS SLIP OFF OF SCRIMSHAW’S DECOMPOSING HAND…
HEADS OR TAILS – SISTER ABIGAIL INTO THE FREAKIN’ KNUCKS!
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREEE!!!
Two-Face does his men proud, sending Scrimshaw back to the deep.
MORDECAI & SANDY ROGERS
Mordecai is pacing around in his study pondering everything that has been going on lately.
He’s slowly muttering to himself.
“It can’t be real, can it? He’s back like everything we did was nothing? How?”
He’s slowly going mad.
“Is it the work of The Sandman? Is it something darker?”
A sweet voice in the distance makes this a dialogue.
“You’re in the right neighborhood.”
Sandy Rogers steps out of the shadows. Mordecai does a double take and responds.
“How long have you been here?”
Sandy smiles and replies.
“Long enough. You can’t be freaking out that much over little old me. You already cancelled me once. It’s just a simple reboot. I’m sure you can do it again.”
Most fall for Sandy’s artificially sweet ways but Mordecai is different and he responds in kind.
“I’m not part of your childish audience Sandy, talk to me like an adult or I’ll finish you again right now.”
Sandy chuckles then gets serious.
“No you won’t. You can’t. If you could, I wouldn’t be speaking to you like a child or like an adult. I’d already be gone. You need Jessie to ash me, don’t you?”
Mordecai looks down and shakes his head in frustration. He knows Sandy is right. He answers.
“We both know you’re right but if you’re so confident I can’t take you out, why aren’t you doing anything to me?”
Sandy smiles and responds.
“Oh come on Mordecai, you were my first watcher, you know how I love to do things in front of an audience. It’s no fun if no one else is here to see it.”
Mordecai rolls his eyes and nods. He replies.
“Of course, always the narcissist, fine you can have your audience. Just know this will be your last. Now leave.”
Sandy shakes his head and replies.
“Oh come on now, that’s not very neighborly.”
Mordecai looks at him with intent to kill.
“I’m not your damn neighbor, go.”
Sandy throws his hands up apologetically and walks out the door.
Cut.
PIRATE GOLD vs. THE CREW
A debt unpaid will always bring the bailiffs to the door. How about when those bailiffs are the undead and the only credit they’ll accept is the return of your soul to your watery grave? This is one storm Pirate Gold may fail to navigate around.
Pirate Gold are inside the ring. For the sake of the match protocols they are staring down two undead former members of Israel Grimwolf’s crew. The Cook, holding a spatula in its hand, and The Armourer, who holds a pistol. The pistol is raised and pointed at The Horror of the Deep, but he quickly unsheathes his cutlass and chops off The Armourer’s hand at the wrist.
GOLD RUSH!!!!
Cael Gable folds The Cook in half with a vicious lifting spear into the turnbuckle.
The official demands order, as much as you can get it inside The Slaughterhouse in these strange circumstances. Gable heads to his team’s corner, The Cook rolls out of the ring.
Grimwolf is going to work on The Armourer with some knife edge chops to the chest. Out of the wound of the severed hand grows some tentacles, which The Armourer wraps around the throat of its former captain. Lifting Grimwolf high into the air, the tentacled Armour launches the captain across the ring with a kind of monstrous Biel toss.
As Grimwolf gets back to his feet near the ropes, he’s grabbed from behind by The Cook. A back elbow from The Captain and he’s free. Grimwolf snatches the metal spatula out of The Cook’s hand and slams it against the head of the onrushing Armourer. It has no impact at all!
HEART PUNCH!!!!
Grimwolf presses his closed fist straight through the flesh of The Armourer and RIPS OUT IT’S STILL BEATING HEART!!!! The Crew member drops to his knees. Grimwolf also drops to his knees, mourning that he has to do this to his old hearties.
UNTIL THAT DEAD MOTHERFUCKER RISES ONCE AGAIN!!!!
Grimwolf scrambles across and tags in Gable, handing him the spatula. The Olympian gives the captain a withering look, “you could have offered me the cutlass” he rebukes. Gable ducks a swinging tentacle and ending up behind The Armour he grabs him around the waist….
TEN KARAT!!!!
Ten massive German suplexes. Into the ring comes Grimwolf.
PIECES OF EIGHT!!!!!
SEVEN STOMPS TO THE HEAD THEN A HUGE DOUBLE CURB STOMP FROM PIRATE GOLD RENDERS THIS CREW MEMBER AS UNCONSCIOUS AS THE DEAD MAY BE!!!!
In comes The Cook and he’s firing off the pistol! Gable and Grimwolf dodge the bullets, countering with a
DOUBLE DROP TOE HOLD!!!!
Gable locks in an ankle lock, Grimwolf goes to the head and locks in a crossface! The Cook is TAPPING OUT!!!!
PIRATE GOLD HAVE BEATEN THE CREW!!!!
NO!!!
The official, in a bizarre twist, is upholding the strict rules of wrestling here and calling this double submission illegal. He tells Grimwolf he needs to get back to his corner!
This allows the heartless, tentacled Armourer to get back to his feet, but Gable is quicker…
PUGHPLEX!!!!!
AND A COVER…
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!!
Pirate Gold have defeated The Crew but is that enough to send them back to The Locker where they belong?
CAEL GABLE & ISRAEL GRIMWOLF
Their match is over and they’ve somehow survived. Cael Gable and Israel Grimwolf hug in the middle of the ring.
Just then, the pirate attackers pull Grimwolf out – kicking and screaming by his heels, dragging him to the outside.
Cael tries to intervene but one of them spews black bile at him, blinding him.
Static.
Pitch Black.
Splish.
Splash.
Splosh.
Splish.
Splash.
Splosh.
The sound of water squelching under feet is ominous, but when the lights turn back on – what awaits us is fucking terrifying.
A monster stands behind Cael Gable in the middle of the ring, looming ominously. He wipes the black bile from his eyes and turns around to greet it.
Fear grips him immediately.
“You took from the Nekken,” the squid-like monster spews, water dripping from his mouth as he does. “You took from the sea and now the sea wants it back.”
Gable rushes forward into a massive wet Big Boot that slams him down onto the canvas furiously. With Grimwolf having been dragged under the ring apron, Gable is all alone.
The Nekken pulls him back up into a Double Handed Choke, pulling his face close – so close in fact that water drips from The Nekken’s mouth onto Cael’s face.
“There is no escaping my locker,” he whispers. “You both belong to me.”
He’s squeezing the life out of him. Cael’s mouth opens wide..
Jesus Christ.
WATER FLOWS FROM THE MOUTH OF THE NEKKEN INTO GABLE’S WANTING MAW!
HE’S FUCKING DROWNING!
NEKKEN CALLS THAT ‘A WATERY GRAVE’!
The Nekken is going to KILL Cael Gable! He’s going to fucking KILL HIM! As the Sea Monster drowns Gable, we hear a voice echoing from a distance.
“CAEL,” it roars. “HANG ON, I’M COMING!”
Static.
Pitch Black!
When the lights come back on, Israel Grimwolf is fighting his way back to the ring, dropping dead members of his pirate crew as he does. He slides back into the squared circle, getting to Cael just in time. Frantically and in a panic, he begins compressions – giving Gable rescue breaths to try and resuscitate him.
Cael Gable spews!
He spews water everywhere, being brought back from the brink of death by Israel Grimwolf!
The Nekken is here and by God, that monster wants nothing more than to retrieve Cael Gable and Israel Grimwolf. They belong to the deep and after tonight, their odds on survival are surely slim.
Grimwolf cradles Gable, realizing how close he was to losing his best friend.
Cut.
SWEET ALICE vs. BANZAN vs. PYRE
The match is set to begin! But with Alice seemingly immolated, only Banzan and Pyre stand in the ring.
The bell rings and Banzan advances on Pyre with massive footsteps! Pyre ducks a haymaker but Banzan uses the momentum to swing around and slam a forearm to her back! Pyre rolls forward and leaps to her feet!
FLAMES ERUPT FROM HER ARMS!
PYRE LEAPS AT BANZAN AND STRIKES AT HIM WILDLY WITH LEFTS AND RIGHTS! BANZAN IS GETTING BURNED FROM EVERY DIRECTION!
The Fire Bitch reaches out, engulfing Banzan’s head in flames! He’s fighting for his life! Pyre refuses to give him an inch!
DUKKHA! BANZAN SHOWS PYRE THAT SUFFERING EXISTS AS HE HITS A MASSIVE SAITO SUPLEX THAT PLANTS HER INTO THE MAT WITH IMPUNITY!
HE ROLLS THROUGH!
DUKKHA!
BY GOD! PYRE JUST GOT BROKEN IN HALF!
The flames extinguish and Banzan rises to his feet! He centers himself, beginning to glow bright as he draws from the Wellspring and his burns heal before our very eyes!
FLASH!
WELCOME TO WONDERLAND! A BOOK TO THE SKULL OUT OF NOWHERE DROPS BANZAN TO HIS KNEES!
IT’S ALICE! THE DREAMER IS HERE AND HER SKIN IS STILL SMOULDERING FROM THE FIREBALL EARLIER TONIGHT!
DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE! X-FACTOR TO THE KNEELING BANZAN KEEPS HIM DOWN!
Alice cackles maniacally, turning towards Pyre who’s trying to crawl away! But Alice bunny hops after her, reaching for her head-
AND THROWING HER HEAD AT PYRE! ALICE’S HEAD SMACKS INTO PYRE FROM ACROSS THE RING!
The Dreamer mounts The Red Queen, grabbing her head with both hands and holding it up!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
ALICE IS USING HER OWN HEAD AS A WEAPON! SHE’S SLAMMING IT STRAIGHT INTO PYRE’S SKULL OVER AND OVER!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
BLOOD SPLATTERS FROM HER NOSE AS SHE TRIES TO FIGHT BACK, BARELY HOLDING ONTO HER CONCIOUSNESS AS ALICE CONTINUES THE ASSAULT!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
The crowd cringes at the brutality as Alice places her now blood stained head onto her shoulders! Pyre writhes beneath her, twitching as Alice mockingly places a hand on her throat and calls for the pin!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE-
BANZAN GRABS ALICE FROM BEHIND! DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX TAKES HER OFF OF PYRE AND FLINGS HER ACROSS THE RING! ALICE’S HEAD ROLLS OFF AND THE GIRL’S BODY BARELY CATCHES IT!
The Mountain turns to stare down his former friend, a look of determination on his face as he rushes at her! But Alice throws her head at him and Banzan catches it on instinct! The head in his hands laughs at him, mocking him!
“Oh! You finally showed up to save me!”
LEAPING KNEE TO THE JAW! ALICE’S BODY JUST NAILED BANZAN WITH A HELL OF A KNEE STRIKE!
He drops her head which rolls across the ring… right into Pyre’s hands. The Red Queen grabs it by the hair and swings it around!
SHE IGNITES HER HAIR AND THROWS ALICE’S HEAD AT HER CORPSE! ALICE GETS KNOCKED FUCKING SILLY AND SLAMS INTO THE TURNBUCKLE BEHIND HER!
Pyre wipes the blood from her face, flicking it onto the downed body of Banzan as she approaches Alice! Pyre places Alice’s head on the girl’s shoulders, right before cracking her in the jaw with a massive right hand! She grabs Alice and pulls her into the middle of the ring!
Sweet Alice slowly gets to her feet, groggy after the haymaker! She stumbles around in a daze!
DANCING FLAMES! PYRE LEAPS FROM THE TURNBUCKLE AND TAKES ALICE DOWN WITH A MASSIVE ECLIPSE STUNNER! PYRE COVERS!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Pyre, despite all the pain she has endured, stands tall, once again claiming victory over Sweet Alice.
SIGIL AND ZERO
Recorded Earlier.
In the middle of an unknown location, a blue portal opens and through it steps Sigil – but he’s not alone. Instead, he’s accompanied by Zero. It soon becomes apparent that we’ve landed in the middle of Sigil’s collection.
They slowly begin walking the aisles, browsing the items.
“I was wondering when you’d call in your gift,” Sigil says, watching him carefully. “It’s been a long time since we made our deal; I thought that you’d perhaps forgot?”
Zero shakes his head.
“Naw man, I ain’t forget shit,” he says, running a hand across the shelves.
“I promised you any item from my collection and I mean it. You can take only one thing, and you cannot exchange it,” Sigil reminds him.
They browse for a little longer before Zero stops dead at an item on a shelf. It’s a small bone, attached to a piece of string like a necklace.
“I want this,” Zero sternly says.
That surprises Sigil, who folds his arms. He didn’t expect Zero to know what he wanted, let alone what he’d chosen, but he seemed to have an idea. Something didn’t sit right. He didn’t ask any questions, he just demanded it.
The Collector reluctantly reaches out and grabs it, handing it to The Hacker.
“A deal is a deal,” he admits. “Do you know what it is or what it does?”
The Hacker places the necklace around his head and says nothing. He doesn’t nod, he doesn’t shake, he just stands there.
“Very well.”
They walk slowly towards the portal, stopping just short of it.
“Do you mind if I ask why you chose that?” The Collector wisely asks.
Zero takes a moment.
“I felt compelled,” he admits.
He walks back through the portal and lands in our world with the portal closing behind him. Sigil doesn’t follow, leaving him to land alone.
We take a peek behind his visor, realizing that once again, it’s corrupted by zeroes and ones.
Cut.
SEESAW vs. RUNE
Rune has become the only two-time participant of the Toybox as he stands amongst the demonic toys, ready to try and get his revenge.
Rune rushes down SeeSaw and leaps at him like a spider monkey! He wraps around the bigger man and lays into him with a flurry of right hands that catches Mr. Make Believe by surprise!
CHOMP!
RUNE’S BITING AT SEESAW’S SKULL! HE RIPS OUT A CHUNK OF FLESH AND BLOOD ARCS OFF OF SEESAW’S HEAD!
THE GLITCH ISN’T LETTING GO!
SEESAW FORCES HIM ONTO HIS SHOULDERS WITH ALL HIS STRENGTH!
CHOO CHOO BOMB MOTHER FUCKER! POWERBOMB EMBEDS RUNE INTO A NEARBY TABLE AND TOYS GO FLYING FROM IT!
SeeSaw isn’t having fun on his playdate as he grabs for the nearest toy that flew off! A Frankenstein Halloween mask! But this isn’t any normal mask, oh no! There’s nails on the inside!
SEESAW FORCES THE MASK OVER RUNE’S HEAD! THE NAILS DIG INTO HIS SKIN AND SEESAW HAULS HIM UP! PIN THE TAIL! USING RUNE’S OWN MOVE AGAINST HIM AS HE HADBUTTS THE PAINTED MAN OVER AND OVER!
Rune goes limp in SeeSaw’s hands and The King of the Toybox drops him on the floor! Is this already the end?
SeeSaw goes to leave, but behind him Rune stirs! The Glitch stands up and rips the mask off of his body! Chunks of skin and bone are plucked out and he gives a wicked sneer as he grabs a pumpkin shaped pail!
ITS FULL OF FIRECRACKERS! RUNE LIGHTS THE M-80s ONE BY ONE AND THROWS THEM INTO SEESAW’S FACE AS HE TURNS AROUND!
POP!
POP!
POP!
POP!
POP!
THE EXPLOSIVES COVER SEESAW IN BURN MARKS AS HE COVERS HIS FACE!
TEAR THE VEIL! ZIG ZAG BY RUNE DROPS SEESAW INTO THE GROUND!
Last time Rune was in the Toybox he didn’t put up a fight! But the zombified truth seeker is ready for revenge as he scours the toy piles and grabs a super soaker! He pumps it up!
AND SPRAYS A SHOT OF ACID ALL OVER SEESAW! RUNE IS TRYING TO MELT HIM WHERE HE STANDS! HE SHOOTS SHOT AFTER SHOT OF ACID AND FORCES SEESAW BACK!
The Toymaker reaches around looking for something, anything to help!
HE GRABS A TOY GUN AND FIRES BACK! A BANG SIGN POPS OUT AND SHOOTS LIKE A NEEDLE INTO RUNE’S CHEST!
The Glitch stumbles back and rips the toy out of his skin just in time to see SeeSaw rushing towards him!
SUPERFINE TURNBINE BLAST! GORE TRANSITIONED INTO A POWERFUL SPINEBUSTER CRUMBLE BOTH MEN ONTO THE SUPER SOAKER AND LEAVES THEM IN A POOL OF ACID!
They trade blows back and forth, fighting for advantage before Rune grabs a handful of serrated jax nearby and slams them into SeeSaw’s face! Mr. Make Believe rolls away and starts to pick the toy out of his face as Rune grabs from the pile of toys nearby!
And walks away with The Memory Slugger! SeeSaw gets to his feet!
AND CATCHES THE SLUGGER TO THE BACK!
SEESAW LANDS ON A KNEE AND RUNE SWINGS AGAIN! THE BAT CRACKS OFF OF SEESAW’S HEAD AND NEARLY TOPPLES HIM OVER!
Rune batters up to swing again!
BUT SEESAW DUCKS IT! HE GRABS THE BAT AND YANKS IT FROM RUNE’S HANDS BEFORE DRILLING HIM IN THE JAW! RUNE HITS THE GROUND!
The Glitch tries to fight up! And SeeSaw grabs one last toy.
The same toy that ended this last time. A pogostick with thumbtacks on the bottom!
BOUNCE!
BOUNCE!
BOUNCE!
SEESAW LEAPS INTO THE AIR! POGO STICK ASSISTED CURBSTOMP! BY GOD! BLOOD IS POURING FROM RUNE’S SKULL AS THE TACKS BREAK OFF IN HIS HEAD!
RUNE ISN’T MOVING! THAT HAS TO HAVE BEEN IT!
SeeSaw, once again, has taken another victory in the Toybox and brutalized his opponent in doing so!
ALBERT SHAW & THE SANDMAN
Sat in his locker room, we find Albert Shaw. There are a number of aluminum cans scattered around him. He has bags under his eyes.
But there’s a fire in his eyes as he drinks the drink.
“Impressive.”
Shaw doesn’t even move at the sound of Sandman’s voice. He raises an eyebrow, and grins.
“Finally showed your face, did you?” Shaw retorts.
Sandman walks into frame, having materialized off-screen.
“I can feel the fatigue on you.” The Dream Demon taunts. “Smell it. Taste it. It’s the taste of defeat. Your defeat. My victory.”
Shaw snorts.
“You’re just like every other wanker that talks a big game. All bark and no bite. All you have to do to beat them is cut their nuts off.”
Sandman laughs in Shaw’s face, bending to stare into his sagging eyes.
“Nevertheless, victory of you is mine. I knew that Roberts could not be manipulated. Simon’s fate remains in flux. But you, you would cut off your own nuts to ensure I couldn’t get to them.”
Intensity in his eyes, the Guv’nor sneers at the Sandman.
“I did time,” Shaw says quietly. “You have to sleep with one eye open, otherwise some daft cunt will make you his bitch. You’re just another rapist to me, Sandman.”
He takes a swig of the drink.
“But make no mistake, when that bell rings, I’m wide the fuck awake. Full bore. Energized and ready to fuck your shit up.”
The Dream Demon grins.
“I admire your spirit, Shaw. You’ve made it further than many others have been able to. But make no mistake, whether your sleeping eyes or your waking eyes, I am a nightmare you will never escape.”
Sandman slowly fades into nothingness, leaving the former Champ sipping his caffeine.
“Nobody fucks Albie.” He mutters.
“Nobody.”
Cut.
SANDY ROGERS vs. JESSIE WILLIAMS vs. MORDECAI
Tonight, we have a triple threat match but you might as well call it a two on one as Sandy Rogers is taking on the two who vanquished him in Jessie Williams and Mordecai! Can they do it again or will he find new neighbors? We find out next!
DING! DING!
Jessie Williams and Mordecai are marching right towards Sandy Rogers but he’s leaning backwards and using the ropes to hide! The referee tries to get in between them to enforce the rules but Jessie and Mordecai are having none of that! Mordecai tosses the ref out of the ring and Jessie is throwing wild haymakers at Sandy! Right after right! Jessie Williams backs up and charges at Sandy!
BOOM-NO!
LUCID FALLS!
SANDY HITS THE DROP TOE HOLD AND JESSIE FALLS FACE FIRST INTO THE BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE!
SANDY SMILES AND GETS UP!
THE SMILE IS SHORT LIVED AS MORDECAI LEVELS HIM WITH A LARIAT!
MORDECAI MAKES A QUICK COVER!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!
SANDY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Mordecai is enraged and starts stomping away on Sandy! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Mordecai pulls Sandy up! He whips Sandy into the ropes but Sandy holds on to the ropes! Mordecai charges in with another lariat but Sandy pulls the ropes down and Mordecai spills to the outside! Mordecai crashes hard but Sandy doesn’t notice Jessie on the apron! Jessie grabs Sandy by the neck! Hotshot! Sandy’s neck snapped against the ropes hard and he is down!
JESSIE GOES TO THE TOP ROPE!
CALL OF THE CHOSEN!
HE HITS ALL OF THAT SWANTON BOMB!
JESSIE COVERS!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!
SANDY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
THE MATCH GOES ON!
Jessie is getting frustrated now! He goes to the outside and is looking under the ring! The rabid fans are chanting for their favorite weapon! “Table! Table! Table!” Jessie obliges and grabs one! he goes to slide it under the ropes! Sandy was two steps ahead though and basement dropkicks the table! It hits Jessie right in the mouth! His mouth is busted wide open and there might even be a missing tooth! Sandy is admiring his handiwork but Mordecai slides into the ring!
MORDECAI GRABS SANDY FROM BEHIND!
HE LOCKS IN THE COBRA CLUTCH!
SWEET DREAMS!
MORDECAI IS SWINGING SANDY BACK AND FORTH LIKE A RAG DOLL!
SANDY LOOKS LIKE HE IS GOING TO TAP OUT!
NO JESSIE SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING!
HE GOES FOR THE SCHOOLBOY ON MORDECAI!?
IT IS A TRIPLE THREAT AFTER ALL!
ONE!
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TWO!
. . .
THR-NO!
STRONG KICKOUT BY MORDECAI!
Mordecai is arguing with Jessie about what he’s doing but in that confusion, Sandy has grabbed a chair! He levels Mordecai with a chair shot to the back of the head! Mordecai goes down hard but Jessie tries to grab the chair from Sandy! Sandy lets go?! Jessie goes for a big swing but Sandy ducks it by dropping to a knee! Low blow by Sandy Rogers! Jessie falls down hard and is hunched in pain!
BOTH OF HIS OPPONENTS ARE DOWN AND SANDY IS SCRAMBLING FOR COVERS!
SANDY COVERS MORDECAI!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!
MORDECAI GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
SANDY COVERS JESSIE NOW!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!
It wasn’t going to be that easy! Sandy rolls out and grabs the table from before! He sets it up in the middle of the ring! He’s got it set up and he turns around right into a giant European uppercut from Mordecai! Sandy drops to a knee! Snap DDT by Mordecai! Sandy is spiked but Mordecai is not ready to end the match just yet! Mordecai throws Sandy on his shoulders and climbs the top rope with him!
WHAT IS MORDECAI DOING!?
HE SHIFTS SANDY TO GET IN THE RIGHT POSITION!
HE’S JUMPING!
HOLY SHIT!
MYOCLONIC TWITCH!
AIR RAID CRASH THROUGH THE TABLE!
HE GOT ALL OF THAT AND MAKES THE COVER!
ITS ACADEMIC FROM HERE!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
What a match! Sandy did everything he could do to live longer than he has any right to but Mordecai made sure Jessie and he won tonight!
JESSIE WILLIAMS
With the match over, Jessie Williams gets back to his feet in the middle of the ring and slumps against the ropes. He gave it his all but it wasn’t quite enough.
Just then, the sound of slow and methodical – if not mocking clapping can be heard from the entrance ramp.
It belongs to his stepsister, Joanna.
We’ve not seen her for a month or two and here she is, walking towards the ring.
“Even left to your own devices, you’re still fuckin’ awful,” she mocks, stepping through the middle ropes.
Jessie rolls his eyes.
“Where the fuck have you been?” He questions firmly.
She laughs. She doesn’t give a shit what he thinks.
“Dad called; there was a job that needed doin’ nearby and he couldn’t trust you do it. Surprise surprise, the golden boy still ain’t fucking ready!”
The Prince steps to his sister, having had enough of her bullshit.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he complains, looking in her eyes. There’s something he see’s that startles him. He steps backwards, almost shaken to his core. “W-What happened?”
She suddenly lunges for him; violently and quickly, grabbing him by the throat and tossing him across the ring. Williams slides right under the bottom rope and into the ring post, slamming hard.
Joanna rushes towards him again, but he escapes to the outside, stumbling away.
She demands he comes back, but he refuses.
“Come on big boy, why don’t you try me on for size?” She sneers, waving him back to the ring.
He shakes his head vehemently.
“What’s the matter? You afraid that this dog might bite?”
With that, Jessie stops. He looks genuinely between terrified and devastated.
“I’m sorry,” he professes. “I looked for you, I swear I did. I didn’t know. I just didn’t know.”
She cackles.
What the fuck is going on?
What’s happened to Joanna Williams?
Cut.
HOLLYWOOD LUKE STORM vs. EDWARD NEWTON
A selfless sacrifice poisoned by greed and arrogance, Edward Newton has come back in sheer disgust of what his brother has become. Can Eddie bring Lucas back to his senses or has Hollywood totally corrupted the man he used to be?
The bell sounds as Hollywood looks over hesitatingly in his corner, the usual swagger and cockiness faded into pensive solace, his eyes hidden behind those $5000 sunglasses but they clearly can’t meet his brothers.
Who’s staring down Lucas with nothing but rage in his eyes.
NO LAUGHING MATTER!!
SHINING WIZARD OUT OF NOWHERE!
Storm gets driven into the turnbuckles from the sheer force, the back of his neck bouncing off the steel before Hollywood collapses into the corner but he barely hits the mat before Newton’s on him.
Kicking the absolute crap out of Storm, The Riddler trying to stomp through his brothers chest here as Hollywood desperately tries to get back to his feet.
Newton peels Storm up off the mat, double underhooking him before raining down knee after knee to the midsection. Newton lets go, only to throw Storm across the ring, dropping down as Hollywood rebounds off the ropes
JOKES ON YOU! Hard uppercut to the jaw rocks Storm as he’s lifted up onto Newton’s shoulders
ENGIMA…NO! Storm slips out of the Driver attempt, delivering a sly low blow to Newton as he does. The Riddler dropping down to one knee as he just shakes his head.
DDT!
Storm spikes Newton into the mat before quickly heading up to the top rope, sizing up his brother
BLOCKBUSTER
NEWTON SIDESTEPS IT AS STORM CRASHES TO THE MAT!
Hollywood slowly gets to his feet holding his back in pain
LOW BLOW CITY!
Newton pays back his brother for the earlier low shot, dropping him down to his knees before picking him up onto his shoulders
ENGIMA THEOREM! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
Storm gets driven into the mat as Newton drops down for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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STORM GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Newton pulls Hollywood up to his feet, delivering an eyeglass shattering headbutt before tossing him to the ropes.
NEWTRON….STORM RAKES THE EYES!
Newton staggers back, blinded by the cheap shot as he stumbles into a kick to the gut
GALE FOR….NEWTON PUSHES OUT!
NO LAUGHING MATTER TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Storm collapses on the canvas, Newton still half blind as he drops down for the cover once more
ONE
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TWO
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THREE…??
STORM JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Hollywood tries to get to his feet but a brutal roundhouse kick to the side of his head drops him down to one knee.
Newton’s shaking in rage, sizing up the man his brother has become as he spits out in enraged venom
“This is for Lucas you son of a bitch”
NEVER MIND
D
D
STORM SPINS OUT!
Storm stands up to his feet, breathing in deeply for a moment before he takes off the remnants of his sunglasses, tossing them to the side before looking his brother in the eyes.
And with a warm, confident smile, urges Eddie forward.
Newton smiles, nodding his head before rushing forward as the brothers begin to exchange heavy lefts and rights. Neither man gets the better of the brawl before a big uppercut to the jaw rocks Luke who staggers back.
BEFORE RUSHING FORWARD WITH A LIGHTNING STRIKE!
Newton ducks under, grabbing Luke from behind as he tries for a German Suplex but Storm just manages to land on his feet, leaping up high
DOWNPOUR! THE CODEBREAKER HITS FLUSH AS THE RIDDLER FALLS TO THE MAT!
Storm heads up to the top rope once more, not as the Hollywood asshole but as the real freaking deal as he turns around before leaping up high
THUNDER
HITS KNEES!
Storm stumbles to his feet, holding his gut in pain as he walks right into a hard knee to the midsection
NEVER MIND
D
D
T!
That well could be it as Newton collapses onto his brother for the pinfall
ONE
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TWO
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THREE…??
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THRE…2.999!
Storm just kicks out as Newton just shakes his head, trying to pull up Luke for a second but he gets pushed off by his brother
LIGHTNING STRIKE! SUPERKICK OUT OF NOWHERE!
Newton crashes to the mat as Storm collapses on him for the pinfall
ONE
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TWO
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THREE…??
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THRE…2.999!
It’s Storms time to be shocked by the kickout, chuckling to himself before getting up off the mat and sizing up Newton from the corner. The Riddler slowly pulls himself up, crouching in the corner as the brothers smile before running forward for that one last knockout blow
NO LAUGHING MATTER CUTS RIGHT THROUGH THE LIGHTNING STRIKE!
Storm collapses to the mat as Newton falls on his brother, completely exhausted for the hopefully final pinfall.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE…??
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THREE!!!
The Riddle does it, finally putting his brothers shoulder on the mat while managing to get a glimpse of the man he used to be in the process
PYRE
The tingling sensation of smoke fills the air as numerous people stand around yet another charred corpse.
This has happened one too many times now.
Only this one a little more sinister.
“Does anyone know who it is?” Someone asks, using a stick to open the scorched suit jacket of the man in question – a badge falling out. “It’s the cop; it’s Chase Monroe.”
“The cop investigating Pyre?” Another chimes in.
There’re murmurs of discontent amongst the group – each of them questioning whether Pyre did this.
Just then, a young boy and woman enter the scene, utterly distraught as they push their way to the front of the queue. People try to stop them, but they’re determined.
“Daddy?” The boy questions.
The woman recognizes the badge on the ground immediately and grabs him, pulling him close. With tears in her eyes and running down her cheek, she angrily looks at the first person she can find.
“Who fucking did this?” She cries. “Who fucking did it!?”
The crowd look at one another, at the body and back at her… then someone steps forward.
“Pamela Hart,” he announces. “Pyre killed your husband, ma’am. She killed Stoner too. She’s on a killing spree and must be stopped.”
The woman kneels in front of her son, brushing his hair back and wiping his tears away.
“Don’t worry, Bobby,” she says calmly. “We’ll fucking kill her for this.”
The crowd agree.
Cut.
VIPER ROBERTS & SIMON
“Hiding?” A rising voice calls from afar.
Simon scowls as Viper Roberts enters the scene, the OSW World Championship slung over his shoulder.
“Preparing.” Simon responds. “Calculating. Ensuring that there are no factors out of my control.”
The Champ grins.
“Does that include an alliance with the Sandman?”
Simon raises an eyebrow.
“Don’t play coy, old friend.” Roberts continues. “I have little doubt that our dreaming friend has attempted to form an alliance with you. Shaw, formidable as he is, only answers to money, of which Sandman has none. And all he wants to do to me is take what I’ve earned.”
He pats the strap. Simon eyeballs the gold, before making eye contact with Roberts.
“And that leaves me?” The Taskmaster finishes. “My alliances are hardly your concern, Roberts. You and I have worked together in the past, but that didn’t stop you from forming an alliance with bMf on the side.”
Out of the darkness behind Simon, eyes slowly appear.
Snakes.
Roberts’ loyal Snakes surround Simon, letting Viper close the circle around him. The Taskmaster is unshaken.
“Our partnership ended.” Simon says, unafraid. “Sandman approached me with another. Depending on the sway of the match, alliances will form and break. But rest assured that my goal will always remain that same, and it’s that precious gold you wear so brazenly.”
The Head Snake nods in response, taking in Simon’s declaration.
“I admire your spirit.” The Champ says. “But you’re standing in a tall field of grass. You’ve got your eyes on the predators stalking you, but don’t forget about the serpent slithering through the grass that you cannot see. To be snake bitten is a fate worse than death.”
“I will never forget you.” Simon says, voice full of steel.
“We’ll see.” Viper responds, nodding to his snakes.
As they walk away, Simon allows himself the tiniest of grins.
Cut.
VOYNICH & SIGIL vs. DARBY SORROW & MALICE
Sins from the Collectors past come to haunt him as Love and Life come for his throat. Will Malice and Sorrow gain their revenge or with Voynich’s help, can Sigil survive the night to fight the Horrors to come?
The bell sounds as Sigil barely gets to turn around before a mammoth Lariat from Malice turns him inside fucking out.
The Collector stumbles up to his feet into a flurry of lefts and rights as the stronger Malice grips him by the throat and damn near throws him through the turnbuckles into his corner.
Malice nearly spears Sigil through the buckles, driving his bodyweight several times into the Collector before tagging out to Darby Sorrow.
Malice tosses Sigil out of the corner before lifting Sorrow up high in a Military Press and throwing him right onto the Collector
ASSISTED MOONSAULT!
Sorrow crashes 7-8 feet down onto Sigil but he doesn’t cover, the pair of returned wanting their murderer to suffer as he peels Sigil off the mat, drilling him with a pair of hard kicks to the midsection before rushing to the ropes
SORROWFUL LIFE! Sorrow nearly takes Sigil’s head off with that huge clothesline before pulling the Collector up to his feet and up onto his shoulders
CRADLE TO THE…
MERCIFUL!
That huge chop to the back of the neck out of nowhere drops Darby to the mat as Sigil shakes off the cobwebs, before pulling Sorrow up to his feet
A pair of hard knees to the gut stun Sorrow before he tries to bend Darby over his knee but Sorrow slips out, rushing to the ropes
SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA!
Sorrow sends Sigil for a ride as the Collector stumbles to his feet into a kick to the gut
CRADLE TO THE GRAVE! GTS!
Sigil is out on his feet, stumbling into the ropes as Darby tags out to Malice.
The Mauler smiles, sizing up his prey before rushing forward
GRAVEDIGG…COSMIC LEAP!
Sigil managed to teleport out of the way of that hellacious Lariat despite his groggy head as Malice scans for wherever he may reappear.
As the Collector leaps back into the fold behind Malice
FINIT…MALICE CATCHES THE KICK!
The Mauler smiles with glee as he powers the helpless Sigil around, nearly driving him through the mat with an improvised Powerbomb.
Sigil slowly gets to his feet, holding his back in pain
BUCKSHOT! GORE NEARLY TEARS THROUGH THE COLLECTOR!
Malice drops down, scowl on his face as he hooks the leg for the first cover of the contest
ONE
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TWO
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…….MALICE PULLS THE SHOULDER UP!
The Returned still want to deliver more punishment to the Collector as that may well be a bad idea with the crafty Sigil.
Peeling Sigil up off the mat and stunning him with a pair of ham hock hands to the chest, Malice drags Sigil to the corner as he tags back out to Darby.
The pair pummel Sigil with hard lefts and rights, Darby cracking Sigil’s jaw with a stiff roundhouse of his own before Malice lifts up Darby high in the air and tosses him at Sigil
WITH A TORNADO DDT, SPIKING THE COLLECTOR INTO THE MAT!
Malice calls for the end, peeling Sigil up off the mat as he picks him up into the Torture Rack
MALICIOUS…GERMAN SUPLEX!
Sigil dropped down the back of Malice, countering with the Suplex out of nowhere as Voynich is begging for the tag. The Collector slowly dragging himself forward as Darby tries to cut him off
COSMIC LEAP! Sigil Leaps right to his corner as he tags the Best Kept Secret in!
ISHTAR’S GATE! Voynich immediately takes Darby down with a hellacious clothesline before delivering a stiff low dropkick to a rising Malice.
Voynich pulls Malice up to his feet, the bigger man throwing him off with considerable strength
HAMMERSTONE! A huge Superman Punch knocks Malice out on his feet before Voynich lifts him up high with tremendous strength
MONOLITH! HUGE BRAINBUSTER!
Voynich floats over for the cover on Malice
ONE
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TWO
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……….SORROW BREAKS UP THE PINFALL!
Sorrow delivers a stiff kick to the jaw on Voynich before springboarding off the ropes
POISON-RANA! Voynich gets dropped on the back of his head as Darby leaps up to the top rope, looking to finish this match off once and for all
COFFIN
PLANESWALKER!
Sigil dropkicks the holy shit out of Sorrow, sending him flying to the outside before pulling Voynich to his feet
As the former partners stare down the slowly rising Malice.
Both Sigil and Voynich beat down on Malice with heavy lefts and rights, a stiff chop to the throat doubling the Mauler over before he’s lifted high up into the air by Voynich
FALLING MONOLITH! BRAINBUSTER/ROUNDHOUSE COMBINATION!
Sigil pulls Malice up to his feet and throws him Voynich’s way who grips him by the head as he rushes up the turnbuckles
EIGHTH WONDER! SLICED BREAD #2!
Both Sigil and Voynich sit down on the cover as the referee counts the returned down
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
Voynich and Sigil pick up the victory over the Returned, Malice and Sorrow trying to unleash their rage upon the Collector but the former tag team champions were too much for them here tonight
SIGIL, VOYNICH & VARIOUS MEMBERS OF THE ROSTER
With Malice and Sorrow having been defeated by Sigil and Voynich, the Undead begin swarming the ring from every which direction.
Edward Newton.
The Forever Friends.
Tyler Brooks.
Scrimshaw.
Every member of the Undead that has been haunting and chasing the OSW roster has swarmed the ring to maul Voynich and Sigil.
Only here comes the OSW roster to the rescue!
Shaw, bMf, SeeSaw, Two-Face, Corvus – it doesn’t matter who they are or who they hate, they’ve come to rid Old School Wrestling of this menace.
As the brawl begins overtaking the ring, The Returned appears in the middle of it! He grabs Sigil, slamming him back into the corner.
“You think you can stop my Undead army?” He growls angrily.
The Collector doesn’t say anything as Voynich charges in from behind with a Steel Chair.
SHOT TO THE HEAD!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
But The Returned is barely phased. He turns, grabbing Voynich this time by the throat.
“Now!” The Best Kept Secret squeals.
Sigil pulls something from within his cloak and attacks The Returned from behind, SLAMMING A DAGGER STRAIGHT THROUGH HIS RIBS FROM BEHIND!
He freezes, releasing Voynich.
And then turns to dust before our very eyes.
That’s when it happens. The Undead begin exploding into dust particles, vacating the ring around us. The brawl is soon over, with every single member of the Undead having returned to the ground as dust.
Suddenly, the canvas and building shakes violently. Everyone has to hold on. They reach for the ropes, the barricades, or the ring posts, doing their best to stay on their feet as dust falls from the rafters…
Then stops.
“What was that?” Voynich queries, heading back to the centre of the ring, where he’s met by Sigil.
The Collector shrugs.
SLICE!
WHAT THE FUCK!?
SIGIL JUST…
OH MY FUCKING GOD…
NO…
NO….
PLEASE NO…
BLOOD POURS FROM THE THROAT OF VOYNICH! HE CLUTCHES AT IT DESPERATELY, TURNING AROUND WITH BETRAYAL IN HIS EYES TO SEE THAT SIGIL HAS JUST SLIT HIS FUCKING THROAT!
EVERYONE LOOKS STUNNED!
NO-ONE CAN BELIEVE IT!
Voynich falls to his knees, spewing blood all over the ring as The Collector opens a portal and callously steps through it. Voynich trusted him to end this, and together, they did.
But the reality is that he couldn’t be trusted.
He can never be trusted.
Voynich wanted to stop Sigil, so that utter fucking bastard made sure he’d never get in his way again.
Eyes don’t leave the ring – not from anyone outside or inside of it, as Voynich bleeds out, taking his last breath.
Cut.
VIPER ROBERTS © vs. ALBERT SHAW vs. THE SANDMAN vs. SIMON
This all began at Invasion. The Sandman made Albert Shaw’s biggest dream a nightmare when he took away the OSW World Title and Viper Roberts claimed the invasion briefcase. Three weeks later, Viper, with the help of bMf, invaded SUCCESSFULLY against The Sandman and ever since The Head Snake has slithered and slipped away from everything these three contenders could throw at him. However, the World Champion has never had to face them ALL at THE SAME TIME. The odds are stacked against The Viper tonight – will he leave with his reign another “lost tape” or will he escape once more as the King Snake?
The lights go down and the Slaughterhouse falls deafly quiet. A fire suddenly ignites at the head of the ramp, spitting burning embers which crackle and pop in the air; breaking the silence.
The first few guitar licks and the opening line ‘Reach Out, Touch Faith’ follow, prompting the arrival of Viper Roberts, who appears from behind the inferno carrying a wooden stave with a snake head carved on top.
He places the head into the fire, setting it alight, before slowly making his descension on the ring.
The lights in the Slaughterhouse dim as horns begin to blare throughout, leading all eyes to the entrance as the man himself steps out to “Simon Says” by Pharaohe Monch, keeping his eyes on the ring. As the music continues playing, Simon enters the ring, never losing focus as he prepares himself for the match ahead.
”EXIT LIGHT!”
Pitch-black darkness engulfs The Slaughterhouse, as Metallica’s Enter Sandman kicks in.
“ENTER NIGHT!”
The nightmarish Sandman looms into view on the stage, blinking in and out of sight by the light of camera flashes.
“TAKE MY HAND, WE’RE OFF TO NEVER-NEVERLAND!”
The Dream Demon glides to the ring, to the sound of crunching guitars. He steps over the top rope…
“ALLL ABOAAARRRDD!!”
The pulsating riff of Crazy Trains fills the Slaughterhouse. All in attendance turn their attention towards the entrance ramp expecting The Guv’nor to step out from the back and start swaggering towards the ring.
But Shaw does not appear from the back. There is a pregnant pause as the three competitors inside the ring keep their gaze fixed on the ramp. The World Champion smells something dodgy – it isn’t The Sandman’s noxious breath – and his instinct becomes a realisation when the crowd pop off the scale.
The Viper can do nothing though but EAT STEEL!!!!
Simon turns…
CHAIR SHOT TO THE TASKMASTER!!!!
Sandman tries to GOOZLE The Guv’nor…
BUT THE END OF THE CHAIR IS DRIVEN INTO HIS MIDRIFF!!!
CHAIR SHOT TO THE BACK OF THE DREAM DEMON!!!
AND A CLAYMORE KICK!!!!
GEE!
BEE!
FUCKING!
AITCH!!!!!
The impact sends The Sandman rolling out of the ring.
ALBERT SHAW JUST PULLED ONE OVER ALL OF HIS OPPONENTS, BURSTING OUT OF THE CROWD WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!!!
The Guv’nor tells the official to get this contest underway. DING!!! DING!!! Shaw is lining up the world champion. Viper rises.
GEE!
BEE!
AITCH-
NO!!!
SNAKE OIL!!!!
THE HEAD SNAKE CUSSES THE CONTENDER WITH HIS CRUEL CONCOCTION!!!
Shaw tumbles like a leaf in autumn, the serpent is slithering in for the kill.
ROLL-UP!!!
THE TASKMASTER HAS THE TIGHTS…
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!!!!
Simon almost stole the victory! So much for any kind of alliance between these two.
Both men clamber to their feet and stare into one another with an intensity burning like a raging inferno.
EXIT LIGHT…
AS THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE IS CONSUMED BY DARKNESS!
When the lights pop back on a few seconds later.
DOUBLE GOOZLE!!!
THE SANDMAN HAS THE VIPER AND THE TASKMASTER BY THEIR THROATS!!!
DOUBLE TO SAND!!!!!
THEY BUCKLE UNDER THE SANDMAN’S POWER!!!!
The Dream Demon looks down at his two fallen opponents, that sick grimace of twisted teeth and terrifying malevolence etched across his bandaged face. He senses something behind him and turns to find Albert Shaw. The Guv’nor wipes the last of the Viper’s greasy gunk from his brow and puts up both fists.
“Let’s ‘ave it, you fucking slag!” the deranged-looking, insomniac Cockney enforcer spits.
The Sandman’s grimace twists further with unearthly horror and he steps toward the former convict.
Shaw lands a big right but it barely halts The Dream Demon’s movement. A couple of snappy jabs from The Guv’nor, followed by a stiff straight right and a left hook that would have flattened the mortal members of the roster but The Sandman is still on his feet. He’s hurt but his vertical base remains intact.
The convict transitions from the sweet science into something more agricultural…elbow strike and after elbow strike, forcing Sandman onto the ropes. The elbows are flying with a relentless fury…at least in this all-out assault of brutality.
SNITCHES GET STITCHES!!!
The Sandman is wobbling and staggers into a corner, propped up only by turnbuckle. Shaw has The Dream Demon literally “on the ropes” but he can’t take advantage, halting like a bird with fatigued wings. The Guv’nor has not been sleeping of late and, it seems, he has gassed out here.
The Sandman has regained his composure, Shaw charges in looking for that signature claymore kick…
DENIED!!!!
It was a tired-looking effort and Shaw winds up straddling the top rope.
RUNNING CLOTHESLINE!!!
SANDMAN SENDS SHAW TO THE CONCRETE!!!
Sandman turns his back on Shaw but he’s grounded….
CHOP BLOCK FROM SIMON!!!
The Taskmaster has recovered and immediately goes to work on the downed Dream Demon. A hard stomp on the knee is followed by a big knee drop. The Walking Nightmare is left to clutch his assaulted knee. Simon feels a hand on his shoulder but as Viper tries to grapple The Taskmaster he spins…
GAMBIT!!!
The spinning backfist has the world champion stumbling backwards. Simon wastes no time.
SIMONPLEX!!!!
The Taskmaster doesn’t bother bridging for a pinfall attempt, he’s wants the job done properly, looking to lock in THE CHECKMATE!!!
BUT VIPER RAKES THE EYES!!!
The World Champion is quickly to his feet and pounces like an apex predator sensing a weakness in its prey. Repeated knife edge chops to the chest, diminishing Simon’s respiratory powers. An Irish whip into the ropes and Roberts drops The Taskmaster with a Harley Race running high knee.
The Head Snake unbuckles his belt and holds it aloft to signal what is coming for The Taskmaster.
TANNIN’ THE HIDE!!!!
Viper rains down blow after blow on Simon, tearing both cloth and skin. The assault only ceases because the world champion spots Shaw climbing back on to the apron. The Viper wastes no time, wrapping the belt around Shaw’s neck and hot-shotting the convict on the top rope.
Now Viper turns his attention to The Sandman, but the Dream Demon catches the swinging arm by the wrist and squeezes with a power even a head serpent cannot resist, forcing Viper to drop the belt. Then a headbutt that lands like a granite block between Viper’s eyes. The disoriented World Champion is scooped up by the Dream Demon…
END OF DAYS!!!
SANDMAN PUTS VIPER INTO DEEP SLEEP!!!!
AND A COVER…
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE-
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NO!!!
SIMON WITH A LEG DROP FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!
AND ALBIE SHAW IS UP THERE TOO!!!
MACHO MAN FLYING ELBOW!!!
TO THE HEART OF THE SANDMAN!!!!
Now The Guv’nor and The Taskmaster square off. Shaw wants a brawl but Simon counters the charge with a DROP TOE HOLD!!!!
AND QUICKLY LOCKS IN THE CHECKMATE FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!!!!
It isn’t long before the pain receptors inside Shaw are going into overdrive. He’s in agony and he’s writhing, he can’t handle it much longer. He is GOING TO TAP!!!!
But in his peripheral vision the ex-con catches a glimmer, a sheen, the reflection of light off the OSW World Championship belt, resting on the timekeeper’s table.
That is what they are fighting for!
That is why they endure everything here!
And quitters don’t get to wear that belt!
Shaw feels a pulsation of power penetrate into the pores of his body, pushing away the pain and filling him with the fortitude to force the momentum against The Taskmaster.
THE GUV’NOR TWISTS HIS HIPS AND REVERSES THE PRESSURE ONTO HIS INTERROGATOR!!!
SIMON HAS NO CHOICE!!!!
HE HAS TO TAP OUT!!!!
HE DOES!!!
THE TASKMASTER IS SLAMMING HIS HAND AGAINST THE MAT!!!
WE HAVE A NEW OSW WORLD CHAMPION!!!!
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OR DO WE?
Simon is still tapping but there is no bell.
The Sandman is in front of the official, breathes something into the latter’s face, putting him into a state of hypnosis.
Shaw witnesses this and releases Simon, scrambling to his feet to face the Dream Demon, clicking the referee out of his reverie, but out of nowhere comes Viper Roberts, flattening Shaw with a massive punch.
A PUNCH ASSISTED BY BRASS KNUX!!!
The Head Snake ducks under a big swinging arm of The Sandman and unfurls a flurry of body shots. The Dream Demon is doubled over with the impact.
ODE TO THE SNAKE!!!!!
Has Viper got this won?
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!!!
THE SANDMAN LIVES!!!
Viper lifts Sandman off the mat, then hoists him into the air.
TWISTING VERTICAL SUPLEX!!!
INTO A HANGMAN’S DDT!!!!
KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!!!!!!
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BUT THE FIRE IS EXTINGUISHED!!!!
LOW BLOW FROM SIMON BEFORE VIPER COULD HIT THAT DDT!!!!
Now Simon mounts the world champion with the sense of purpose of a usurper committing regicide.
HE’S BEATING THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF THE VIPER!!!!
This is a fury we haven’t yet seen from The Taskmaster but he’s doing it all in the name of becoming the best in the business!!!!
The Headsnake is beaten to a pulp.
HE’S EXHAUSTED!!!
HE CAN BARELY LIFT HIS HEAD!!!!
CAN SIMON DELIVER THE FINAL WORD IN THIS CONTEST AND
KILL
IT
WITH
FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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CURB
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STOMP-
CLAYMORE KICK!!!!!!
ALBIE SHAW COMMITS GBH!!!!!
SIMON IS DENIED!!!!!
BUT CAN THE GUV’NOR CLAIM THE TITLE?
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREEEEE!!!!!
NO!!!!
SHOULDER UP!!!!!
SOMEHOW SIMON’S KING REMAINS ON THE BOARD!!!
Albie cannot believe it. He’s on his feet, urging Simon back for one more move.
BUT HE’S BLINDSIDED BY THE SANDMAN!!!!
TO SAND!!!!
ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!!!!
THE SANDMAN MAY HAVE JUST KILLED THE GUV’NOR!!!
A TOTALLY SHATTERED SANDMAN ALMOST FAINTS OVER SHAW…
ONE!
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TWO!!!!
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THREEEE-
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IS THE SANDMAN A THREE-TIME OSW CHAMPION?
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NO!!!!
SHAW KICKED OUT!!! 2.999999!!!!
HE COULDN’T HAVE BEEN ANY CLOSER!!!!
All four competitors are down. But amidst the wreckage it is The Viper who gets to his feet. His face covered in blood from the vicious beating delivered by Simon. The World Champion has been on the backfoot for much of this match, but here he is, still slithering, surviving against all the odds in this mangled and merciless landscape.
They prefer to hunt but not even a hungry snake will turn away from a meal of carrion. Viper drops down over the prone body of Simon. It’s a passive act as Roberts is unable to summon the energy for a dominant pose.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREEEEE!!!!
Incredibly that is it! Viper Roberts has come through with the title in his possession. Ever the opportunist, he profits from the destruction wreaked by his opponents on each other.
VIPER ROBERTS
THE TERRORS
Hours after The Lost Tapes.
We’re in the middle of a morgue, looking at a cold slab with a white sheet placed over it. We glance at the clipboard, noting that the body on the table belongs to Voynich.
Gasp.
Suddenly, abruptly and without warning, there’s a gasp accompanied by the white sheet whistling through the air. Voynich sits up, holding his throat – now stitched shut.
“Relax,” an ominous new voice says calmly. A figure walks in from the shadows, being carefully joined by two more that appear as if from no-where.
“My name is The Endless,” he says, taking a seat on the edge of the slab. “I’m the last Terror and it would appear that your luck is in, young man.”
It’s clear to Voynich now that the two beside him are The Warped and The Darkness. He doesn’t say anything, he just looks at them.
“Don’t try to speak, it’ll be a while before your wounds have healed. He cut through your vocal cords, you see. They’ll be back to normal in no time.”
The Best Kept Secret’s eyes dart back and forth. He has questions, but no means to ask them.
“My resurrection means that a cycle of death will exist in Old School Wrestling until I am no more,” he announces. “Fortunately for you, I arrived before you were killed and therefore the cycle began. Whilst I’m here, humanity can be killed in perpetuity, frequently to respawn.”
The Darkness chuckles at his brother, impressed by his endless power. The Endless meanwhile places a gloved hand on the cheek of Voynich, caressing it.
“You were responsible for the death of our brother,” he says softly. “And now we mourn, once again. But it isn’t you we want, Voynich; it’s the man who killed you. That aligns our purposes, does it not?”
Voynich reluctantly and slowly nods.
“Remember that,” The Warped chimes in with a twisted grimace. “Remember that.”
Cut.