[Wrr.]

[Click.]

[Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.]

[EXT. MOLVANIA — NIGHT.]

[A narrow alleyway, slick with rain and lit only by a flickering streetlamp.]

[Marvolo walks alone, coat collar raised, footsteps echoing against brick.]

[He slows.]

[A shadow stretches long across the wall ahead of him.]

[From the darkness, a figure steps forward.]

[The man’s body is swallowed in black fabric. His mask is barely visible — except for a sharp triangular point that juts upward from the crown, catching what little light there is.]

The Man: “No further.”

[Marvolo stops, unimpressed.]

Marvolo: “You asked to meet.”

[A glance around.]

Marvolo: “And what’s with the cloak and dagger? We’re old friends, aren’t we?”

[The Man remains still.]

The Man: “I was sent.”

[A beat.]

The Man: “By the Custodians.”

[Marvolo’s tone hardens.]

Marvolo: “Then speak plainly.”

The Man: “An intruder follows.”

[Wind whistles through the alley.]

Marvolo: “Intruder?”

The Man: “One who does not belong. They’re afraid of what might happen if he succeeds.”

[A pause.]

The Man: “You need to be paying attention.”

[He steps slightly closer, but remains mostly concealed.]

The Man: “Because once it begins…”

[A beat.]

The Man: “If you don’t stop it, there is no telling where it leads.”

[Marvolo folds his arms.]

Marvolo: “Tell the Custodians I’m in full control.”

[A measured breath.]

Marvolo: “OSW has been back six weeks. Nothing has happened. I think I’m in full control, don’t you?”

[The Man tilts his masked head.]

The Man: “That’s when things happen, Marv.”

[Silence lingers.]

The Man: “The intruder may be insignificant to what we are trying to prevent.”

[A slight shift in tone.]

The Man: “But distraction is enough.”

[A pause.]

The Man:“And if you take your eye off the ball… even briefly…”

[He steps backward into the darkness.]

The Man: “The consequences will not be yours alone. If they send me back here again, it won’t be to talk. It’ll be to act. We’ve had our wars, you and I, so please don’t make me come back again..”

[The triangular silhouette fades into shadow.]

[Marvolo stands alone in the alley, staring into the dark.]

[The streetlamp flickers once more.]

[Cut to black.]

Signal: We have a big time debut match here for you folks as the Backbone Jack Standard faces off against the Red Terror Crimson. Who of these two warriors are going to make a huge impact here in the Temple?

[The bell sounds as both men rush forward, Crimson immediately going for the Execution V Trigger but Standard dodges it, tripping Crimson up and taking him down to the mat.]

[Crimson tries to get to his feet but Standard keeps him trapped down on the mat, wrenching back on the side headlock as the crowd begin to heavily boo.]

Signal: Jack Standard not making any fans here with his tactics.

Black Scar: Hey, if it works, who gives a blue hell what the fans like or not?

[Jack wrenches back on the headlock more, but he can’t tingle the spine as the goggles on Crimson’s face block the eye gouge. Crimson takes advantage, getting to his knees and beginning to fight out with a few hard elbows to the chest.]

[One, Two, Three. A fourth loosen the headlock enough to allow Crimson to get to his feet, nailing Jack with a few hard right hands to the face before double underhooking him.]

Signal: STREET JUSTICE! A brutal double underhook DDT implants Standard into the mat as Crimson’s gun looks about ready to fire.

[Crimson pulls Jack up to his feet from behind, hooking his head as he goes to swing. PULL THE TR…Standard slips out, dropping down as he rolls up Crimson from behind.]

[ONE]

[………..]

[TWO]

[………..]

[STANDARD HAS THE TIGHTS]

[…………]

[THREE!!!]

Black Scar: Big victory  for Jack Standard here tonight, taking down the young upstart the way only a vet of the game can.

[The cage rattles once. Then again.]

[Aranza stands inside it, pacing slowly now. Breathing heavy, but controlled. Whatever was in her system is fading, burned through by sheer will.]

[Two orderlies stand outside, trying to look confident.]

Orderlie #1: “Vitals are stabilizing,”

[Aranza stops pacing.]

Aranza: “Where is he?”

[The orderlies hesitate.]

Orderlie #2: “He’s getting ready for your match kitty and that’s unfortunate, because you won’t be competing. You will be busy becoming the Doctor’s most important…..”

[The cage door BURSTS open.]

[Aranza drives straight through it, smashing the first orderly into the wall hard enough to drop him. The second barely reacts before she grabs him, lifts him, and throws him back into the cage. Metal shrieks. He crumples.]

[Aranza steps over them. She moves into the hallway, not running, just marching now. Purpose in every step. Tape torn from her wrists, shoulders squared.]

[She stops in the center of the hall. Closes her eyes. Draws in one deep breath.]

[And then she ROARS.]

[A full-chested, primal sound that tears down the hallway and echoes through the arena’s bones; there is no panic, just rage]

[It says she’s still standing. It says she was never powerless. It says this ends tonight.]

[Down the corridor, Dr. E. Vinell hears it. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t move because he understands.]

[Aranza breaks into a controlled jog, moving down the hallway with purpose, boots hitting the floor in a steady rhythm. As she disappears around the corner]

[Flames lick the bottom and middle ropes as Colossus and Eclipse circle each other.]

[They LOCK HORNS!]

Black Scar: “I think I’ve lost my eyebrows and I’m sittin’ at ringside, Siggy!”

Signal: “This heat has got to affect their conditioning!”

[Jurassic plants Crimson with a BIG SLAM that causes the fire to SHOOT UP!]

[The Guardian gets to his feet, but a quick TAIL WHIP by the dino floors him!]

[Colossus FLATTENS Crimson with a splash which makes the flames ERUPT!]

[Smelling blood, Jurassic scoops him onto his shoulder…]

[POWERSLAM!?]

[NO!]

[Eclipse counters with a HEADSCISSOR TAKEDOWN!]

Black Scar: “He almost sent him into the fires of Mount Doom, Siggy!”

Jurassic Colossus: “ROOOOAAAARRR!!!“

[Jurassic STAMPEDES across the ring…]

[Crimson ROLLS over his scaly back!]

[Colossus spins round–]

[PELE KICK!]

[The beast is stunned.]

[Eclipse jumps to his feet…]

[EL OCASO – THE SUNSET CUTTER!]

[NOT TODAY!]

[JURASSIC SHOVES HIM OFF!]

Signal: “Now it’s Crimson’s turn to feel the heat, Scar!”

[Breathing heavily, the adversaries circle once more.]

[A SPINNING BACK FIST ROCKS COLOSSUS!]

[Eclipse hauls him up into the PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!]

Black Scar: “LA SOMBRA FINAL – THE FINAL SHADOW COMBO!”

[Crimson draaags Jurassic’s carcass towards the flames…]

[COLOSSUS BITES HIS FUCKING ARM!]

Black Scar: “He’s gonna need a rabies shot after this match!”

[Eclipse pulls his limb back in agony.]

[Jurassic taunts him by licking his lips and smiling!]

[Crimson charges at him…]

[Colossus catches him–]

[SHARPTOOTH SHATTER – THE WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER!]

Signal: “The flames reached the CEILING on that one!”

[The beast hauls its prey towards the searing fire…]

[Eclipse kicks himself FREE!]

[Sweating profusely (do dinosaurs sweat!?), they have a final standoff…]

[Crimson throws a clothesline at Jurassic, who ducks and leaps into the corner – away from the flames!]

[BUCKSHOT SPRINGBOARD HEADBUTT!]

[NO – ECLIPSE CATCHES HIM!]

[BUUURNING HAAAMMEERRRR!]

Signal: “Crimson COUNTERED the improvised EXTINCTION’S LAMENT into EL FIN DEL SOL – END OF THE SUN!”

[Eclipse drags Colossus into the fire, TORCHING his scaly hide!]

[Tropico leans against the wall closest to the entrance curtain, waiting for his music to hit.]

[Before it does, however, Stupido approaches the Cool Dude. The King of Idiots has a hand on his head, apparently suffering from a headache.]

El Rey Del Stupido: “Hey.” [He says while rubbing his temples.] “My head’s been hurting me ever since that reporter guy talked to me about our deal.”

El Tropico de Frío: “Bummer, dude.” [Tropico responds half heartedly.] “Sounds like you need Aspirin or something.”

[Stupido ignores the snark, groaning in pain before mustering up the courage to ask something.]

El Rey Del Stupido: “When you said you’d get me dinner, you meant that you’d pay for it, right?”

[The Cool Dude turns to face the King. He stares at him for a few seconds before chuckling to himself.]

El Tropico de Frío: “Guessing that ‘reporter guy’ had to spell it out for you? Not very tropi-cool of them, but whatever.”

[Stupido’s hand drops off his head as he stares at Tropico in shock.]

El Rey Del Stupido: “You’re joking, right?”

[Tropico shakes his head.The King starts looking upset and enraged in response.]

El Rey Del Stupido: “You tricked me! I want out of this deal!

El Tropico de Frío: “Sorry, dude. I said no take backs before we agreed on it, remember?”

[Tropico’s music begins to play, which causes the Cool Dude to push off the wall and move towards the curtain. The cogs in Stupido’s head begin to turn as he attempts to recall what was said before they shook hands.]

[Then a lightbulb goes off in his head.]

El Rey Del Stupido: “You never said no take backs!”

[The King rushes after Tropico, but trips on his own laces. While trying to regain his balance, he ends up tackling Frio, causing both of them to roll down the entrance ramp to the ring.]

[The Ruleador yells at both of them to stop fighting on the outside and take it to the ring. Sheepishly, both competitors stand up, dust themselves off, and slide inside the squared circle.]

Signal: They already rolled down the ramp, this thing’s been chaos before the bell even rang!

Black Scar: Stupido tried to take the deal back. That’s what happens when you negotiate with a man who naps mid-conversation.

[Both men scramble to their feet as the bell rings.]

[Stupido charges wildly.]

[Running shoulder block drops Tropico hard.]

Signal: Stupido’s coming in hot!

[Stupido goes for Stupid Kick—HE SLIPS ON HIS UNTIED SHOELACE AND STUMBLES.]

Black Scar: There’s the King of Nonsense!

[Tropico slowly sits up, blinking.]

El Tropico de Frio: “Whoa… aggressive vibes, hermano.”

[Stupido rushes again.]

[BANANA SPLIT! TROPICO DROPS INTO THE SPLIT AND POPS UP WITH A SPINNING WHEEL KICK.]

Signal: That woke him up!

[CITRUS SMACK ECHOES ACROSS THE JAW.]

[Tropico shrugs exaggeratedly.]

[Stupido swings—misses.]

[TROPICO HOOKS HIM—COCONUT CLUTCH!]

[ONE!]

[…]

[…]

[TWO!]

[…]

[…]

[KICKOUT!]

[Stupido scrambles up and ACTUALLY CONNECTS WITH STUPID KICK!]

Signal: That landed!

[Stupido climbs for Stupidest Moonsault Ever—HE WOBBLES.]

Black Scar: This won’t end well.

[HE LEAPS—TROPICO ROLLS ASIDE.]

[TROPICO POPS UP EFFORTLESSLY.]

El Tropico de Frio: “That’s Tropi-cool.”

[TROPICANRANA FLIPS STUPIDO OVER INTO A TIGHT CRADLE.]

[ONE!]

[…]

[…]

[TWO!]

[…]

[…]

[THREE!]

Signal: Tropico keeps the deal—and the win!

Black Scar: Cool heads prevail. Even against royal stupidity.

[Backstage — Marvolo’s office.]

[Marvolo sits behind a heavy wooden desk, papers spread before him, tension still lingering from earlier chaos.]

[The door BURSTS open.]

[Jack Standard storms in, mask pristine, jaw tight with fury.]

Jack Standard: “This is a disgrace.”

[Marvolo doesn’t look up immediately.]

Marvolo: “Good evening to you too.”

Jack Standard: “Masked theatrics. Chickens. Inferno matches.”

[He slams his fist onto the desk.]

Jack Standard: “This is an affront to wrestling.”

[A beat.]

Jack Standard: “I want wrestling. Pure wrestling.”

[Marvolo finally looks up, unimpressed.]

Marvolo: “You’re picking up a paycheck, aren’t you?”

[Standard bristles.]

Jack Standard: “That’s not the point.”

Marvolo: “It is entirely the point.”

[He leans back in his chair.]

Marvolo:  “You want wrestling?”

[A faint smirk.]

Marvolo: “Next week, you’ll have all the wrestling you could ever want.”

[Standard narrows his eyes.]

Jack Standard: “Meaning?”

[The office door suddenly SHUDDERS.]

[It FLIES open.]

[The Jurassic Colossus charges in like a freight train.]

[He SPEARS Jack Standard into the wall.]

[The drywall cracks on impact.]

Signal: “Oh my—!”

Black Scar: “Standard just got flattened!”

[Colossus grabs Standard by the collar, roaring in his face.]

[Marvolo stands, straightening his jacket.]

Marvolo: “Meaning…”

[A pause.]

Marvolo: “You’ll face this…. man? Or whatever he is.”

[Colossus shoves Standard to the floor.]

Marvolo:“El Tropico Del Frio.”

[The doorframe fills with Tropico, leaning casually, sipping from a coconut.]

El Tropico de Frio: “That’s Tropi-cool.”

Marvolo: “And The Crimson Eclipse.”

[Crimson steps into view behind Tropico, silent and intense.]

[Standard pushes himself up, furious.]

Jack Standard: “Three on one?”

Marvolo: “A handicap match.”

[A beat.]

Marvolo: “Three on one.”

[Marvolo adjusts his cuffs.]

Marvolo: “Pure wrestling.”

[Colossus cracks his neck.]

[Tropico grins lazily.]

[Crimson stares without blinking.]

[Standard looks from one to the other, realizing the gravity.]

[Marvolo sits back down.]

Marvolo: “Now get out of my office, the lot of you.”

[The camera lingers on Standard surrounded.]

[Cut.]

Signal: “This next match is born not out of malice, but kindness?”

Black Scar: “It’s a match about boundaries, Sig! And how Dolly skipped across them the whole way here.”

[The bell rings and Dolly skips right up to Ace to offer the hero a salute! Ace sneers for a moment before begrudgingly returning it!]

[Ace tries to go for a lock up but Dolly slips behind him and hits the ropes, springboarding back with a crossbody-]

Signal: “SINGULARITY! SNAP POWERSLAM FROM ACE STARSHIELD!“

Black Scar: “Sent her crashing like a comet!”

[Starshield effortlessly powers Dolly back up, lifting her overhead with a military press and dropping her back to the mat with a massive thud!]

[Ace hits the ropes, coming back with a big boot- DROP TOE HOLD FROM DOLLY PUTS ACE ACROSS THE MIDDLE ROPE!]

[She kips up, hitting the ropes!]

Signal: “TIGER FEINT KICK! Ace gets sent reeling!’

Black Scar: “I wonder what area code her dream house is in?”

[Dolly leaps to the top rope, jumping for a diving DDT!]

[AND GETTING CAUGHT WITH A CRASH LANDING SPINEBUSTER FOR HER TROUBLES!]

[Dolly can’t find her footing and Ace looks to push his advantage as he clobbers Dolly with a massive axe handle! He deadlifts her again, going for a German Suplex!]

[BUT DOLLY LANDS ON HER FEET! OFF WITH IT! RIPCORD KNEE!]

[Ace is on jelly legs! The Dreamer skips up to Ace and leaps!]

[PORCELAIM SHATTER! IMPLANT DDT SENDS ACE PLUMMETING BACK TO EARTH!]

Signal: “GOOD GOLLY MS. DOLLY! ACE JUST GOT SHATTERED IN TWO!“

Black Scar: “And I think that means this pin is gonna get a three!”

[Dolly covers!]

[ONE!]

[TWO!]

[THREE!]

Signal: “Dolly Daydream is the one with her hand raised here tonight, proving she’s as capable as she is kind!”

[The match is over, the smoke has cleared, and now Ace and Dolly stand in the ring with Benny at Ace’s side.]

[Dolly produces a microphone, a friendly smile on her face.]

Dolly Daydream: “So, did I prove I can be a hero like you, Mr. Shield?”

[Ace stares for a moment, sneering.]

Ace Starshield: “It’s Starshield. Captain Starshield… And all that you’ve proven to me is that you are as persistent as you are-“

[Ace pauses, turning to see Benny tugging on his arm.]

Benny: “Please, Ace? She showed you she could be tough! I saw it!”

[Benny’s eyes are pleading, but Ace merely shakes his head, remaining steadfast in his decision.]

Ace Starshield: “A single showing of proficiency gets you into the academy as a cadet, not onto your ship as a captain. I’ve made my decision, Benny.”

Dolly Daydream: “Well that doesn’t seem fair…”

[Dolly pouts slightly, arms behind her back.]

Dolly Daydream: “I did exactly what you asked me to do, Captain… I just want to help you and Benny have nice voices in your heads.”

Ace Starshield: “Enough.”

[Ace looks at Dolly, eyes piercing.]

Ace Starshield: “Stay away from me and Benny.  It’s about more than heroism, it’s about boundaries! Something you don’t seem to understand.”

Dolly Daydream: “But what about Benny’s feelings?”

[Dolly leans forwards, reaching towards Benny-]

[AND ACE SHOVES HER BACK!]

[Dolly lands on her ass, looking up at Ace in shock. Starshield stares back, almost equally surprised at what he’d just done.]

Ace Starshield: “… Let’s go, Benny.”

Benny: “But-“

Ace Starshield: “Now.”

[Dolly watches on as Ace and Benny exit the ring, the whole arena left in awkward silence as they leave.]

[Cut.]

Signal: The question tonight, Scar, is that ring Aranza’s hunting ground, or will it be the Good Doctor’s O.R.?

Black Scar: Well, the Good Doctor’s a man after my own heart; he never met a low road he’d never take, and it’s not going to be a clean hunt for Aranza if E. Vinell has his way.

[PARTING SHOT!  SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE TO THE BACK OF VINELL’S HEAD FROM BEHIND AS THE BELL SOUNDS TO START THE MATCH!] 

Signal: Aranza studies her prey and isn’t afraid to hunt them on their own ground!

Black Scar: Yeah, but this is just the start. The Good Doctor is more experienced with these experiments.

[10 POINTER!  DOUBLE FOOT STOMP – NO!  The Good Doctor rolls out of the way, and there’s a puff of White Powder in the eyes of Aranza’s!] 

Black Scar: OCULAR ASSAULT FROM E. VINELL!  THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT, SIGNAL!

Signal: This match is already getting down and dirty!

[Vinell follows up with a Step-Up Enziguri, staggering the blinded Aranza into the corner.] 

[The Good Doctor rushes across the ring, hitting the ropes, STERALIZATION – NO!  THE RUNNING BOOT SCRAPE IS DODGED!]  

[ARANZA MANAGES TO SIDESTEP THE CONTACT AND TAKE VINELL TO THE GROUND AND LOCK IN THE SNARE – TWISTER SUBMISSION!] 

[ARANZA HAS IT LOCKED IN TIGHT!] 

[…] 

[…] 

[DOCTOR E. VINELL STRUGGLES AGAINST IT!] 

[…] 

[…] 

[THE GOOD DOCTOR IS FADING!] 

[…] 

[…] 

[AND THE DOCTOR IS FORCED TO TAP OUT AS THE BELL SOUNDS!] 

Signal: Aranza manages to complete her hunt here tonight!

Black Scar: I can’t believe she managed to beat The Good Doctor at his own game!

[The arena drops to black.]

[A single bullbell echoes.]

[Santiago Del Toro stands alone in the ring, head bowed as if in prayer. The crowd buzzes, unsettled.]

Signal: “Del Toro has been trying to get Cometa IV to attack him for weeks now.”

[“Galactic Champion” hits as the crowd pops. Silver and blue explode across the stage. Cometa steps out, energized but focused; no pose, no finger to the sky. He walks straight to the ring.]

[He slides under the bottom rope and rises slowly.]

[Santiago studies him.]

Santiago Del Toro: “You surprise me.”

[He circles with deliberate grace.]

Santiago Del Toro: “For all your talk of stars… you possess something real.”

[A faint nod.]

Santiago Del Toro: “An inner fire.”

[He taps his own chest.]

Santiago Del Toro: “Most beg when the mist surrounds them.”

[He steps closer.]

Santiago Del Toro: “You do not.”

[Cometa doesn’t blink.]

Cometa IV: “You’ve talked enough.”

[The crowd stirs.]

Santiago Del Toro: “That strength… that defiance…”

[A soft smirk.]

Santiago Del Toro: “It will make claiming your soul… exquisite. Step into my arena…”

[He spreads his arms slightly.]

Santiago Del Toro: “…and surrender your—”

[Cometa explodes forward, fist cocked.]

[The crowd roars, then quiets as Santiago pivots aside.]

Santiago Del Toro: “Gotcha.”

[He sweeps Cometa’s legs from behind.]

[Cometa crashes to the mat.]

[Santiago stands over him, as Cometa rolls to his feet instantly, fury flashing behind the mask.]

[The Ruleadore wedges between them as Santiago calmly steps back, hands raised in mock innocence.]

Santiago Del Toro: “A proper matador waits…”

[He leans casually on the top rope.]

Santiago Del Toro: “…for the perfect moment.”

[Cometa shrugs off the officials and points upward.]

Cometa IV: “A las estrellas.”

[Santiago smiles.]

Signal: “Well, looks like we’ve got ourselves a match to settle this issue.”

Signal: Up next here on Turbo Violence, we have the generational lucha star Cometa taking on the Matador of Souls, Santiago Del Toro.

Black Scar: If Del Toro has his way, that star will be one that’s sent crashing to earth tonight.

[The bell sounds, and we’re underway.  Cometa ducks a Del Toro Clothesline, goes for an Asai Moonsault, El Matador de las Almas sidesteps the contact, El Viento Cósmico hits a Superhero landing, and the crowd erupts!] 

Black Scar: Well, these people are easy to please tonight.

[Toro throws a Roundhouse – CURSED CHARGE – leveled at the Kneeling Cometa, who rolls back, avoiding contact and hopping back to his feet!] 

Signal: It appears that Cometa is dodging everything that Matador can throw at him.

[METERORA!  COMETA LANDS KNEES TO THE CHEST OF DEL TORO, RIDING HIM DOWN TO THE MAT AND HOOKING A LEG.  THE RULEADOR MAKES THE COUNT!] 

[ONE!] 

[…] 

[…] 

[KICKOUT BY EL MATADOR DE LAS ALMAS!] 

Black Scar: You can’t keep the Matador down!

[Both men back to their feet.  Knee Strike by Cometa, sidestepped by El Matador.] 

Black Scar: Ole!

[The Matador of Souls spins Cometa around, SPECTRAL PASSADA – THE SNAP DDT LAYS OUT THE COSMIC WIND BEFORE ROLLING INTO THE COVER!] 

[ONE!] 

[…] 

[…] 

[TWO!] 

[…] 

[…] 

[COMETA FIGHTS TO GET HIS SHOULDER UP!] 

Signal: The Generational Luchador fighting to stay alive!

[El Matador de las Almas peels Cometa off the canvas, and The Cosmic Wind stomps on The Matador’s foot before hitting a Flying Head Scissors, leaving Santiago Del Toro laid out.] 

[Cometa instantly rushes to the top rope before taking flight, SPIRAL GALAXY, THE CORKSCREW MOONSAULT MISSES AS DEL TORO ROLLS TO HIS FEET!  PANTOM CORNADA – BUSAIKU KNEE THROUGH THE HEART OF THE COSMIC WIND AND THE KNEE REMAINS PLANTED ON COMETA’S CHEST AS THE RULEADOR COUNTS!] 

[ONE!] 

[…] 

[…] 

[TWO!] 

[…] 

[…] 

[THREE!] 

Black Scar: Santiago Del Toro has come away with the victory here tonight!

Signal: A true see-saw battle ending in El Matador de las Almas elevating his stature here tonight!

[Backstage — loading dock entrance.]

[Ram Jam’s beat-up motor coughs and rattles as it rolls toward the arena doors, headlights flickering.]

Ram Jam: “Nice and easy… slide in, slide out… nobody sees a thing.”

[He rounds the corner—]

[—and slams the brakes.]

[Blocking the entrance stands the Italian Criminal Enterprise.]

[Blackhand Moretti in the center. Tony Knuckles and Frankie Fingers flanking him.]

[Moretti slow-claps once.]

Blackhand Moretti:  “You got a lotta nerve.”

[Ram Jam forces a grin.]

Ram Jam: “Hey now, Big Hand— we can talk about this.”

Blackhand Moretti: “You embarrassed me.”

[A step closer.]

Blackhand Moretti: “In my own compound.”

[A pause.]

Blackhand Moretti: “That doubles what you owe.”

[Ram Jam winces.]

Ram Jam: “C’mon… that’s harsh.”

[He steps out of the car.]

Ram Jam: “Tell you what.”

[A confident shrug.]

Ram Jam:  “If I win tonight… debt’s forgiven.”

[Knuckles scoffs.]

Tony Knuckles: “You serious?”

Ram Jam: “If I lose…”

[A beat.]

Ram Jam: “I’ll pay you five times what I owe.”

[Fingers whistles low.]

Frankie Fingers: “That’s a risky bet.”

[Moretti studies him.]

Blackhand Moretti: “You’re bettin’ your life on yourself.”

Ram Jam: “Always do.”

[A long pause.]

[Moretti steps right up to him, nose almost touching.]

Blackhand Moretti: “Alright.”

[Knuckles and Fingers exchange looks.]

Blackhand Moretti: “You win… we’re square.”

[A cold smile.]

Blackhand Moretti: “You lose… you pay five times.”

[A beat.]

Blackhand Moretti: “And if you don’t have the cash after that match?”

[He adjusts his cufflinks.]

Blackhand Moretti: “You’re leavin’ in a body bag.”

[Silence.]

[Ram Jam swallows… then smirks.]

Ram Jam: “Guess I better win.”

[Moretti steps aside, clearing the path to the arena.]

[Ram Jam drives forward slowly, tension thick in the air.]

Signal: “Ram Jam just raised the stakes astronomically.”

Black Scar: “That ain’t a gamble. That’s a suicide mission.”

[The camera lingers on Moretti watching the car disappear into the arena.]

[Fade out.]

[The bell barely gets to sound before the Reverend rushes forward, GOD’S FOOT! A brutal Big Boot nearly knocks Power’s teeth, staggering back up into a GOOZLE]

Signal: Biel Toss into the corner. Blackheart immediately on Powers from the get go here, Nige has really pissed off the wrong person here.

[Powers pulls himself up in the ropes, groggy as Blackheart rushes forward. AVALANCHE SPLASH…HITS STEEL! Nigel moves out of the way just in time, Blackheart staggering out]

[RIGHT INTO THE SWINGING SIXTIES! Swinging Neckbreaker hits hard, taking Blackheart down as Nigel, smile wide, winks to the crowd before rushing to the ropes. He stops just as he gets to Blackheart, shouting out]

Nigel Powers: Oh Behave Baby

[MAXIMUM POWERS! Running Legdrop hits hard, Powers dropping down for the cover]

[ONE]

[……….]

[TW…BLACKHEART EASILY POWERS OUT!]

Black Scar: Powers has a lot to go before he can hope to finish off the Root of All Evil here.

[Powers rushes to the ropes, bouncing off, BURY YOUR DEAD! Blackheart swings Powers nearly 720 degrees around the ring before planting him down hard with a Blackhole Slam.]

Signal:That may well be all she wrote for the King of Swing here.

[Blackheart goes to pull Powers up but Nigel drops down to the mat. He lifts him up again, BUT DOES HE MAKE YOU HORNY BABY? Powers with a sneaky low blow, doubling Blackheart over.]

[SHAGADELIC SLAM! Olympic Slam attempt but Blackheart manages to land on his feet behind Nigel, scowling in fury.] 

[Powers turning around, CLAW HOLD! Blackheart lifts him up high before switching to both hands and swinging him high up in the air.]

[FALLEN CROSS! Powers goes flying in the air, spinning high before crashing down hard with a big time Powerbomb. Blackheart drops down, draping both of Nigel’s hands across his chest before covering with one hand.]

[ONE]

[………..]

[TWO]

[………..]

[…………..]

[THREE!!!]

Black Scar: Reverend Blackheart with an emphatic victory here tonight, Powers was slippery but him becoming a martyr was inevitable.

[Following the bout, Nigel Powers gets to his feet unsteadily. He dusts off his blue suit, straightens his cravat, then approaches the imposing Reverend Blackheart.]

Signal: “Surely he’s not looking for another sermon!?”

Black Scar: “Jedidiah must’ve knocked out what little sense he had to begin with!”

[The Root of All Evil glares at him, fires of damnation burning in his eyes, but Nigel stands firm.]

Nigel Powers: “You don’t get to judge my groovy lifestyle, baby. I’m not hurting anyone. I never wanted to fight you, but you wouldn’t take no for an answer – and that’s not cool!”

[Blackheart scowls, but Powers motions to wait…]

[The secret agent reaches into his inner breast pocket. He retrieves a folded banknote and holds it between his index and middle fingers.]

Nigel Powers: “For the collection plate at Wrestle Heroes. This makes us square, old bean.”

[He passes it to the preacher.]

[You can almost see the smoke unfurl from the Rev’s flared nostrils, like some wrathful dragon sent by a vengeful god…]

Signal: “We may be about to witness the crucifixion of Nigel Powers.”

[Blackheart, however, snatches the bill from Nigel’s digits.]

[Towering over the quirky spy, he leans in close, their masks touching.]

Reverend Blackheart: “I answer to the LAWD, boy. You and every other sinnah in OSW had better pray to him. I’m comin’ for ALL of you-ahh!” 

[Looking down, he unfolds the money…]

[The crooked smile of Nigel Powers beams up at him from a counterfeit £5 note!]

Black Scar: “Wow, they replaced King Charles with Nigel Powers!?”

[Jedidiah whips his head up—]

Nigel Powers: “JUDO CHOP!”

[A martial arts chop to the neck fells the Reverend like a redwood!]

[Powers straightens his lapels.]

Nigel Powers: “Keep the change, baby! Oh, behave!”

[Striking a dance pose, he giggles and steps over Blackheart before sauntering off with a renewed mojo!]

Signal: “Blackhand Moretti took his fair amount of collateral from Ram Jam, but The Groove-ador had other ideas”

Black Scar: “With Knuckles and Fingers in tow, Moretti is ready to collect. Let’s break some kneecaps!”

[Both men collide in the center of the ring, locking up and tosseling without either gaining an advantage. Blackhand Moretti kicks Ram Jam in the guts and doubles him over. He flings him towards the ropes.]

[BOOM! SPINEBUSTER! RAM JAM GETS WHACKED!]

[Moretti pulls Ram Jam to his feet, but Ram Jam fights back head first.]

[PSYCHEDELIC HEADBUTT! RAM JAM NAILS MORETTI HORNS FIRST AND MORETTI GOES DOWN!]

Signal: “It’s toe to toe here. Both men are evenly matched.”

Black Scar: “They’re going to have to turn up the violence to keep the other man down tonight.”

[Tony Knuckles catches the attention of Ram Jam from outside the ring, giving Moretti enough time to start clambering to his feet. Ram Jam runs the ropes and comes charging, lining his foe up for his patented Clothesline.]

[ELECTRIC AVENUE! NO! MORETTI DESTROYS HIM WITH A BIG BOOT! OMERTA TO RAM JAM AND HE FLIES INTO THE ROPES!]

Black Scar:“Brutal offense from Moretti, and his ringside help assisted to seal the deal.”

Signal: “Ram Jam focused on the wrong guy, and paid the price. Whether he can get himself back into this one is the big question.”

[Moretti pauses, waiting for Ram Jam to use the ropes and pull himself up to his feet before charging.]

[SLEEP WIT’ THE FISHES! NO! RAM JAM DUCKS!]

[PURPLE HAZE! RAM JAM NAILS THE SPINNING POP-UP POWERBOMB!]

[Ram Jam covers for the pin.]

[ONE!]

[TWO!]

[THREE!]

Signal: “Ram Jam pulled this one out in the end, and takes down the force of Blackhand Moretti tonight! You know what that means? He don’t gotta pay up!”

[“Lost Boy Crown” plays as the crowd begins to get hyped up. When the lead guitar hits, the doors open, revealing Lost Boy himself. The goblet is clenched in his fist. He makes a cautious walk to the ring.]

Signal: “The Lost Boy has stolen this goblet from Morcant Blacktide, and I think it’s getting in the kid’s head.”

[The Lost Boy gets in the ring, looking around at the crowd.]

The Lost Boy: “I don’t like what this thing does to me!”

[He paces, agitated, running a hand through his hair. The goblet trembles slightly in his grip.]

The Lost Boy: “Lights flicker. Ropes breathe. My head feels like it’s underwater.”

[The arena lights abruptly cut to black.]

[A deep, distant ship bell tolls once…]

[Then again.]

[When the lights come back up, Lost Boy is not alone.]

[Morcant Blacktide stands behind him.]

Morcant Blacktide: “The sea does not ask if you like it.”

[The Lost Boy spins around. Without hesitation, he hurls the goblet at Morcant’s chest. It strikes him and falls to the canvas with a metallic clang.]

The Lost Boy: “I don’t want it! I don’t want whatever curse you think you’ve got on me!”

[Morcant looks down at the goblet, then back at The Lost Boy.]

Morcant Blacktide: “Once tasted, the salt lingers.”

The Lost Boy: “You’re not part of the Jolly Roger Gang. I know that now. That’s what I needed to know.”

[He steps closer, defiant.]

The Lost Boy: “They’re my fight. They’re the ones who took everything. They’re the bigger fish I’m hunting.”

[Morcant’s eyes burn brighter.]

Morcant Blacktide: “Your war is with flesh and memory. Mine is with soul and debt.”

The Lost Boy: “Then we don’t have a problem.”

[Morcant takes a slow step forward, towering over him.]

Morcant Blacktide: “You boarded my ship. You drank from my cup.”

[He places a heavy boot on the goblet.]

Morcant Blacktide: “There is always a flesh price.”

[The crowd murmurs as Morcant slowly bends to retrieve the goblet, never breaking eye contact.]

Morcant Blacktide: “Candor is admirable, boy. But the tide does not spare the honest.”

[The tension hangs thick between them as the bell rings.]

Signal: The Dead Tide stands across from a boy who refuses to drown.

Black Scar: One commands the deep. The other’s barely learned to swim.

[The bell sounds and The Lost Boy doesn’t hesitate; he sprints forward with reckless speed.]

[HOOK’S HOOK—SLINGBLADE CATCHES MORCANT OFF GUARD!]

Signal: He’s not waiting!

[Lost Boy bounces off the ropes—PAN’S DAGGER! SLIDING ELBOW TO A SEATED MORCANT.]

[He whips Morcant into the corner—FOLLOW THE LEADER CONNECTS WITH A RUNNING BACK SPLASH!]

Black Scar: He’s throwing everything at him!

[Morcant barely moves.]

[DEAD RECKONING EXPLODES THROUGH LOST BOY’S FACE.]

Signal: Good Lord!

[Lost Boy flips inside out.]

[Morcant drags him up by the throat—DROWNED KING’S GRASP!]

[Cover.]

[ONE!]

[…]

[…]

[TWO!]

[…]

[…]

[KICKOUT!]

Signal: He kicked out?!

Black Scar: The kid’s got fight in him!

[Morcant hauls him upright again.]

[KEELHAUL’S WRATH—FACE RAKED ACROSS THE TOP ROPE.]

[Morcant roars.]

[He shoves Lost Boy toward the corner—ANCHOR AWAY BUT LOST BOY CLINGS TO THE ROPES, FIGHTING DESPERATELY.]

Signal: He’s about to send him overboard!

[Lost Boy fights, clawing at the ropes.]

[HE SPRINGS OFF THE TOP ROPE—OFF TO NEVERLAND! ACID DROP SPIKES MORCANT TO THE MAT!]

Signal: He countered it!

[Both men are down.]

[Lost Boy crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up first.]

[He dusts off his boot.]

[He lines Morcant up.]

Signal: “Bangarang!”

[BANGARANG BLAST CONNECTS CLEAN AGAINST MORCANT’S JAW.]

[MORCANT STAGGERS—BUT STAYS UPRIGHT.]

Black Scar: He’s still standing!

[Lost Boy roars and rebounds again.]

[SECOND BANGARANG BLAST—THIS ONE FLUSH ON THE TEMPLE.]

[Morcant collapses to one knee.]

[Lost Boy rushes the ropes—PAN’S DAGGER TO THE SIDE OF MORCANT’S HEAD.]

[He scrambles up top.]

[TINK’S FLIGHT CONNECTS FLUSH!]

[ONE!]

[…]

[…]

[TWO!]

[…]

Signal: Make yourself famous, kid!

[…]

[THREE!]

Signal: He did it! The Lost Boy just toppled the Dead Tide!

[The arena is washed in deep blue beneath a glowing masked sigil above the doors. El Idolo Perdido steps out alone in a long fur coat, unhurried and composed. He pauses beneath the light, then walks with measured elegance to the ring.]

El Idolo Perdido: “True cinematic beauty. It is a lost artform. One that has been killed by the mainstream moguls to create the trash we see today as art. There is no composition any more. No expression. It is all glitz, glamour and tasteless attempts at making a cheap dollar… and the tasteless sheep eat it up.”

Black Scar: “What on earth is this guy talking about. All the movies I’ve seen lately have plenty of bloodshed, explosions… what else could anybody want?”

Signal: “I think you may just be proving his point.”

El Idolo Perdido: “Glitter is a product of everything that is wrong. All of the pleasure, with none of the art. None of the beauty -”

[Perdido is cut off by the dirtiest of all guitar riffs interrupting him mid-sentence.]

Glitter: “Who are you calling not beautiful?”

[Glitter saunters to the ring, flanked by a collection of their toys that hover at ringside while Glitter enters.]

Glitter: “Art is all about different strokes, and you look like you need a good stroking. Perhaps you need to re-frame what you consider art? I exist in that perfect balance between pleasure, pain and power. I am the perfect form of art that you cannot see because you’re too… stuck up.”

[They close in on Perdido, running a finger along Idolo’s chest.]

Glitter: “Just… loosen up a bit. Let me show you…”

Signal: “If Glitter is not careful, they’re likely to lose that finger.”

[Glitter claps their hands.]

Glitter: “Action.”

Signal: Glitter just called action, and that’s what we’re about to get!

Black Scar: Art versus indulgence. Discipline versus depravity. I hope nobody brought children.

[Glitter reaches out, brushing a finger down Idolo’s chest. Idolo slaps the hand away.]

[Idolo floats over into Director’s Cut—keeping Glitter centered.]

[Idolo rises slowly, adjusting his mask.]

El Idolo Perdido: “Hold the frame.”

[Glitter kips up and charges—Ass to Mouth! Hip attack sends Idolo into the ropes.]

Black Scar: That’s not cinema, that’s smut!

[Glitter signals toward ringside—two Toys hop onto the apron.]

Signal: Oh come on!

[Idolo turns to confront them—BUKKAKE BULLET TRAIN! BIG BOOT CONNECTS FLUSH!]

[GLITTER BOMB INTO THE CORNER.]

[Glitter hooks the leg.]

[ONE!]

[…]

[…]

[TWO!]

[…]

[…]

[KICKOUT!]

Black Scar: That interference nearly did it!

[Idolo sits up slowly. His breathing is heavier now.]

[He shoves one of the Toys off the apron.]

[He storms forward recklessly—forearm after forearm with no rhythm.]

[Glitter ducks a shot. DRIVER ’69—

[BUT IDOLO BLOCKS!]

[Glitter smirks, lip still scarred.]

Glitter: “Now that’s a performance.”

[Idolo’s fists tremble. His posture no longer elegant.]

El Idolo Perdido: “This is not how it was meant to be shot.”

Black Scar: Glitter got in his head… and now the Idol’s lost his direction.

[Glitter wipes blood from their lip and grins.]

Glitter: “You liked that, didn’t you?”

[Idolo charges recklessly.]

[WILD FOREARM. ANOTHER. NO PACING.]

Signal: He’s abandoned his cadence!

[Glitter ducks.]

[DROP TOE HOLD SENDS IDOLO THROAT-FIRST INTO THE MIDDLE ROPE.]

[One of Glitter’s Toys reaches up from ringside and Yanks The Rope Downward.]

Black Scar: There it is!

[Idolo crashes awkwardly to the mat. Glitter pounces.]

[GLITTER BOMB INTO THE BUCKLE. HE CATCHES IDOLO ON THE REBOUND—]

[DRIVER ’69!]

[ONE!]

[…]

[…]

[TWO!]

[…]

[…]

[THREE!]

Signal: Glitter steals it!

[Glitter rises, arms wide.]

Glitter: “Glitter gets everywhere.”

[Idolo rolls to his knees.]

[He rips one of the Toys off the apron and shoves them violently aside.]

[He stands.]

[Breathing hard.]

[Angry.]

Signal: What’s next for these two?

[The match is over. Glitter slinks back to their corner. A seething El Idolo Perdido stares daggers at them.]

Signal: “I don’t think this match is done yet. El Idolo Perdido doesn’t seem to have lost a single shred of his anger.”

Black Scar: “If there’s more blood to be shed between these two, I say ring the damned bell again.”

[Perdido storms after Glitter, fists balled. He grabs Glitter, spinning them back around to face him.]

El Idolo Perdido: “You cheated. Is that what you call art? Cheap tricks and paid help?”

[But Glitter is smiling, a shiteating grin. It only serves to anger Perdido more, and Glitter knows it.]

Glitter: “What was it you were saying about subtlety, composition and expression? You want your art to be poignant, well… I’ve definitely made you think.”

[Idolo raises his fist, pausing. He’s clearly torn.]

Glitter: “Go on… Do it. Give me a bit of that pain that I find so pleasurable.”

[El Idolo Perdido snaps. He unleashes an ugly, brutal barrage. His target collapses to the ground, so he proceeds to stomp and kick the living shit out of them.]

Signal: “There’s nothing artistic about this at all. It’s a beating, pure and simple.”

Black Scar: “I love it!”

[But as El Idolo Perdido finally steps away, he comes to an abrupt halt. The bloodied, broken and badly beaten figure before him is not Glitter at all. Glitter had escaped to ringside, pulling one of their toys into Perdido’s path at the last second.]

[In his anger, he’d just beaten an innocent bystander to within an inch of their life.]

[Glitter is pulled from ringside by more of his toys, escaping with a wink.]

Signal: “Oh, this isn’t over by a long shot.”

[Cut.]

Signal: “I’ve never been so scared to be ringside, Scar. There’s members of the Family everywhere!”

Black Scar: “Would you rather be the poor bastard in the ring? Lux will be lucky to walk out of this in one piece.”

[As soon as the bell rings Lux is on Padre with a running forearm! The Light Warrior unloads with a flurry of thunderous blows that knock Padre into the ropes! He whips Padre across the ring and rushes for a clothesline!]

[Padre drops down! Lux lands on the apron!]

Signal: “The Family is like a pack of piranhas!”

Black Scar: “They got both of Lux’s legs! Kick or die, Bellator!”

[Lux holds onto the ropes, fighting for his life as the lumberjacks at ringside claw at his tights!]

[BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA! LEAPING SIDEKICK FROM PADRE SENDS LUX INTO THE HORDE AT RINGSIDE!]

[A wave of black cloaks descend on Lux, swallowing him into the blackness with an avalanche of brutal blows!]

[The sickening sound of boots meeting flesh.]

[TRIBULATION! LUX WITH A LEAPING REVERSE STO!]

Signal: “HE’S THROWING OUT TRIBULATIONS LIKE CANDY!”

Black Scar: “HE’S DROPPING FAMILY LIKE FLIES! TEAR ‘EM APART!

[Bellator slides between the ropes and clashes with Padre! A wild haymaker sends him reeling but Venganza fires back with a sickening headbutt!]

[Chop by Lux!]

[Elbow by Padre!]

[Bellator with a leaping savate to the jaw! Padre stumbles back and Lux hits the ropes!]

Signal: “DISCIPLE MAKER! CANADIAN DESTROYER IN THE DEAD CENTER OF THE RING!”

Black Scar: “Ruleador drops to count the cover!”

[ONE!]

[TWO!]

[THREE!]

Signal: “Lux has it! He took down Padre, he reclaimed the chapel!”

Black Scar: “I wouldn’t celebrate just yet, Sig. The Family are crawling into the ring!”

[Lux stands tall, resolute even as the Family begins to close in around him.]

Signal: “Like a pack of dogs circling prey, Sig.”

Black Scar: “Hungry dogs, Scar. Well trained ones at that.

[LUX UNLOADS WITH LEFTS AND RIGHTS!]

[FAMILY MEMBERS DROP ONE BY ONE BUT THEIR NUMBERS OVERWHELM THE LIGHT WARRIOR!]

[A harsh blow to the back of the skull sends Bellator to the ground, forcibly held on his knees as Padre looms overhead with that sickening smirk on his lips.]

Padre Del La Venganza: “You did it, you managed to get one over on us.”

[Lux looks up at Padre, unwavering.]

Lux Bellator: “We had a deal. You lose, you free the chapel.”

[Padre thinks for a moment, nodding his head.]

Padre Del La Venganza: “We did. A shame that what has been devoured cannot be returned. We must feast, spread, consume. No light is too bright for us to snuff out, Lux. Not even one like yours.”

[Venganza reaches out to his Family, a case being moved to his hands. We cannot see what’s inside as Padre opens it up, looking upon the contents with great revere before revealing it to the crowd.]

Signal: “Is that… A syringe?

Black Scar: “Whatever’s inside is black as night!”

[Padre grabs Lux by the jaw, holding the syringe up high as Bellator begins to pray!]

Lux Bellator: “Sancte Míchael Archángele, defénde nos in proélio, cóntra nequítiam et insídias diáboli ésto præsídi-

Padre Del La Venganza: “Lights out.”

[THE SYRINGE GETS BURIED IN LUX’S NECK! THE PLUNGER IS PUSHED DOWN]

[Bellator collapses onto the mat, convulsing as The Family begins to disperse, leaving Lux to writhe in the ring.]

[Medical personnel filling the empty space as quickly as its made.]

[Cut.]

[Mr. Grimm stands in the ring, waiting for his three opponents to make their entrances.]

[However, dozens of Propaganda’s followers emerge from the entrance ramp and the crowd instead. They encircle the ring while staring daggers at the Pale Rider, furious at him for killing their fellow believers.]

[At the top of the ramp, Darkwish, Academius, and Propaganda step through the curtain. All three of them have a microphone in hand as they watch Grimm’s attention dart between them and the followers.]

Propaganda: “Not too long ago, this deceiver attempted to silence my message by killing some of my followers.”

Academius: “He also defiled my classroom with their bodies and used their blood as graffiti! What was supposed to be a place of learning turned into a makeshift mortuary!”

Darkwish: “The Pale Rider spat in the face of justice. All because he believed that nothing could outlast death.”

[Propaganda’s followers climb onto the ring, attempting to intimidate Mr. Grimm with their overwhelming numbers and threat to attack.]

Propaganda: “What was an attempt to scare us ended up uniting us together for a common goal. If only temporarily.”

Darkwish: “We will avenge those who fell by your hand and bring you to your knees.”

Academius: “Consider this a teachable moment for you, reaper.”

[All three of them point at Grimm.]

Darkwish, Academius, and Propaganda: “Tonight, death rides to the grave!”

[On cue, the true believers step inside the ring and begin to attack the Reaper. Mr. Grimm tries his best to even the odds, but the numbers game proves to be too strong.]

[The Pale Rider is eventually forced to play full defense after numerous head, body, and leg shots. His opponents take this opportunity to storm the ring, causing Propaganda’s believers to flee the ring.]

[All three of them slide in from the bottom rope, looking to finish what the followers started.]

[A battered Grimm slumps to his knees. He raises his hands.]

Black Scar: “He just told all three of his opponents to bring it, Sig!”

[Darkwish, Propaganda, and Academius share a nod…]

[ALL THREE CHARGE THE CHAMP–]

[THE EXPULSION BROADCAST AT DAWN!]

[A TRIDENT OF RUNNING KNEES RIGHT TO THE FUCKING SKULL!]

Black Scar: “Death came for the Reaper!”

Signal: “That’s a TKO – except it’s a fatal four-way!”

[As Grimm rolls out, Darkwish and Propaganda face off…]

[CRACK!]

[Academius silences the Voice with a WOODEN RULER across his back!]

[SNAP!]

[The Professor scars Justice, breaking the implement over his head!]

Signal: “Hey, one of Prop’s disciples just passed him something!”

[Propaganda knocks Academius to the mat, stomps his spine, then pulls his arms back–]

[OBEY, SUBMIT, BELIEVE – THE ACCOLADE SUBMISSION!]

[What’s that in his hands!?]

Black Scar: “Prop has BARBED-WIRE around the THROAT of Academius!”

Signal: “He’ll saw his freakin’ HEAD off if Academius doesn’t tap out!”

[THWACK!]

[DARKWISH BENDS A STEEL CHAIR OVER PROPAGANDA’S HEAD!]

[He covers him…]

[ONE!]

[TWO!]

[ACADEMIUS BREAKS IT UP!]

[The Scholar massages the new puncture wounds on his neck.]

[He grabs Darkwish and tosses him TO THE CONCRETE!]

[Propaganda RUSHES Academius, dented CHAIR in hand–]

[BACK BODY DROP OVER THE ROPES!]

[Darkwish fights off Prop’s followers as they help their leader up. Amidst the chaos…]

Signal: “CLASS DIIIISMIIIISSSSED – ACADEMIUS WITH THE DIVING KNEE DROP FROM THE TOP TO THE OUTSIDE!”

[With bodies strewn everywhere, Academius climbs atop the ringside commentary table.]

Black Scar: “I wasn’t allowed to stand on the desk when I was at school!”

Signal: “You went to school!?”

[As his foes stand, Academius runs…]

[MR. GRIMM WITH THE GOOZLE!]

[THE REAPER HAS RESURRECTED!]

[HE SENDS ACADEMIUS TO THE GRAAAVE!]

Black Scar: “CHOKESLAM THROUGH OUR TABLE! Are we still on!?”

[The Ultraviolent Champion stares daggers at the remaining conspirators who took him out.]

[He slashes his throat!]

[Propaganda with the V-TRIGGER – THE BROADCAST!]

[NO!]

[Grimm BLOCKS the knee…]

[GERMAN SUPLEX – MEMORIAL SERVICE – INTO THE STEEL STAIRS!]

[RUMBLE!]

Signal: “Good god, that sounded like a CAR WRECK!”

[Death Himself turns to face Darkwish, who’s armed with a BASEBALL BAT!]

Black Scar: “I dunno if that’s enough to stop him…”

[Right on cue, Darkwish SETS IT ABLAZE!]

Signal: “Yep – that oughta do it!”

[DARKWISH SWINGS THE FLAMING BAT AT GRIMM–]

[VROOOM!]

[Grimm’s motorcycle REVS, DISTRACTING Justiciero Nocturno–]

[DEATH’S DOOR – A BRUTAL HEADBUTT!]

[The antihero crumples. Ringside crew extinguish the bat.]

[Grimm rolls Darkwish inside and covers him.]

[ONE!]

[TWO!]

[THR–PROPAGANDA BREAKS IT UP!]

[He takes the fight to Grimm, pounding him in the corner as his followers chant in unison.]

Followers: “BE-LIEVE, BE-LIEVE, BE-LIEVE!”

Signal: “HE’S GOT GRIMM IN THE ECHO CHAMBER!”

[The crowd pop, causing Propaganda to turn round–]

[ACADEMIUS GRABS HIM…]

[HE LEAPS OFF OF MR. GRIMM–]

[DRAGON TWIST CUTTER – THE PUNCTUATION MARK!]

Black Scar: “Extra credit for creativity!”

[Academius rises as Grimm steps forwards, Darkwish behind them both–]

[SOUL HARVESTER – A DOUBLE DISCUS CLOTHESLINE TO ACADEMIUS AND DARKWISH!]

Signal: “What a HELLACIOUS manoeuvre!”

[Before Grimm can pin them, however…]

[THE BROADCAST – PROPAGANDA’S V-TRIGGER SENDS HIM FLYING!]

[The Voice of Obedience places a hand on the chests of Darkwish and Academius.]

[ONE!]

[TWO!]

[THREE!]

[Propaganda wins it!]

Signal: “And just like that, we have a new UltraViolent Champion, folks!”

[Backstage — Marvolo’s office.]

[A large wooden desk is covered in folders. Eight dossiers sit in a neat stack.]

[Marvolo stands behind the desk, one hand resting on the pile.]

Marvolo: “Invasion.”

[He slowly picks up one folder, then sets it back down.]

Marvolo: “An opportunity unlike any other.”

[A measured breath.]

Marvolo: “The winner of Invasion earns the briefcase… and with it, the right to invade on the World Champion at any time.”

[He looks directly into the camera.]

Marvolo: “No warning. No schedule. No escape.”

[A pause.]

Marvolo: “Two competitors will begin the match.”

[He holds up two fingers.]

Marvolo: “Every two minutes, another enters.”

[A beat.]

Marvolo: “The match continues until the Invasion briefcase is claimed.”

[A faint smirk.]

Marvolo: “Or until all competitors are in the ring… and the case is claimed.”

[He places both hands on the desk.]

Marvolo: “And now, I am officially announcing the participants.”

[He begins picking up the dossiers one by one.]

Marvolo: “Padre Venganza.”

[Folder down.]

Marvolo: “Lux Bellator.”

[Folder down.]

Marvolo: “Glitter.”

[Folder down.]

Marvolo: “El Ídolo Perdido.”

[Folder down.]

Marvolo: “Aranza.”

[Folder down.]

Marvolo: “Ram Jam.”

[Folder down.]

Marvolo: “Blackhand Moretti.”

[Folder down.]

Marvolo: “And Dolly Daydream.”

[He presses both palms flat against the desk.]

Marvolo: “One of these eight will earn the right to invade on the World Champion.”

[A slow nod.]

Marvolo: “And change the course of OSW forever.”

Signal: “That’s a stacked field.”

Black Scar: “That’s a war waiting to happen.”

Signal: “Eight wildly different competitors. Eight different motives.”

Black Scar: “And one briefcase that could end a reign in seconds.”

[The camera lingers on the stack of dossiers.]

[Cut.]

Signal: And now this is what everyone has been waiting for. It’s time for WARGAMMMMESSS!

Black Scar: This should be chaos and carnage and only the strongest team should survive. Clearly that means War Machine is going to run rampart here tonight.

Signal: It all depends on who comes out and when. War Machine might have the advantage thanks to last week but you know the Riddler has a dozen plans up his sleeve.

Black Scar: And the good doctor has thirteen. I’ll wager anything that War Machine end that green menace and his little lackies once and for all tonite.

[On either side of the cage, we see two large enclosures. War Machine are on one side, Warlord Mars and Santiago Siniestro hyping each other up with the Hardcore championship wrapped around the thick arm of Warlord. Dr Cube ignores his two “partners” as even through the mask, you can feel him stare daggers at the other enclosure.]

[Pixelshift is bouncing on his feet, warming himself up as Ziggy chats his ear off. But Edward Newton, stolen world championship in his hands, stares down at the gold for a moment]

[Before looking up at Cube and winking with a wide smile upon his face.]

Signal: The Riddler playing mind games with the world champion here, flaunting his stolen gold and trying to rile him up.

Black Scar: Dr Cube is way too smart for that Signal, he knows no matter what that gold is coming back home at the end of the night.

[Cube keeps staring daggers at Newton who calmly passes the belt to the referee before putting out a hand on Pixelshift’s chest to stop him from walking forward. He gestures towards Ziggy who pulls both thumbs up towards the sky before gleefully heading down the ramp towards the ring as both Newton and Pixelshift step into their enclosure.]

Signal: Two rings side by side surrounded by a massive cage. One competitor on either team will enter first and then every five minutes, someone from one team witll enter and so on until all six competitors have entered War Games and the match officially starts. Until said point, no pinfalls or submissions will count as until everyone has entered, it’s a mere war of attrition.

Black Scar: And thanks to Dr Cube beating that idjit Ziggy, War Machine have the advantage and the numbers game for most of this match. Again Sig, this is their matchup here.

[The referee slowly opens the cage, Ziggy entering with a microphone in hand as the crowd begins to cheer his name. Ziggy circles the ring, grin a mile wide as he taps the mic before beginning to speak into it.]

Ziggy Robbins: HELLO MOLVANIA! Are you ready for some War tonight?

[The crowd cheer loudly, Ziggy cupping his hands to his ears straining to hear.]

Ziggy Robbins: I don’t know if I heard you all correctly. I said, ARE YOU READY FOR SOME WAR TONIGHT?

[The crowd explode, on their feet and hanging at Ziggy’s every word.]

Ziggy Robbins: This is going to be a tremendous contest here tonight and I cannot wait for who my first opponent is going to be. So fellas, which of you handsome devils is going to step into the ring first?

[From the top of the stage, War Machine just stare at Ziggy for a moment. Dr Cube shaking his head as he turns to Santiago, pulling him in close as he hear him scowl.]

Dr. Cube: Kill him.

[Santiago nods, both Dr Cube and Warlord Mars getting into their enclosure as Santiago slowly strides down the rampway. He stops at the cage, looking to enter but pauses before lifting up the apron and grabbing not one but two kendo sticks from underneath. ]

Signal: The plunder allready starting here it seems.

[Santiago rushes into the ring, Ziggy outstretching his hand in sportsmanship. Santiago looking at it for a moment, scoffing as he shakes his head.]

[BEFORE SWINGING BOTH CANES]

[Ziggy dodges though, leaping up high with a big dropkick to the chin, Santiago staggering back dropping one of the canes before rushing forward again]

[ARM DRAG!]

[ARM DRAG!]

[ARM DRAG!]

[Leaping Headscissors sends Santiago flying through the middle rope stumbling to the second ring. Ziggy stands up tall, picking up the fallen mic before speaking into it again.]

Ziggy Robbins: That wasn’t very sportmanslike friend, but that’s okay. I forgive you, let’s just try again and we can have a great contest here tonight.

Black Scar: I agree with Dr Cube, please kill him now.

[Ziggy steps through the ropes, walking over to Santiago slowly getting to his feet as he helps him up to his feet before extending his hand out once more.]

[Santiago stares at it for a moment, shrugging his shoulders before taking it. Ziggy pumps his arm down very enthusiastically for a minute or so before trying to break away. Santiago doesn’t let go though.]

[BEFORE PULLING HIM IN AND KICKING HIM BELOW THE BELT]

[Ziggy drops down to his knees in pain, the crowd booing heavily as Santiago pounces on Ziggy, taking him down to the mat before pounding down on him with heavy lefts and rights. A brutal right has Robbins seeing stars before he pulls up the smaller man to his feet.]

[Rocking Ziggy with a few hard knees to the jaw, Siniestro throws Robbins to the ropes, looking for a clothesline on the rebound but Ziggy drops down]

KEEP YOUR HEAD UP!

[Drop Down Uppercut rocks Santiago as Ziggy rolls to his feet, rushing to the ropes]

[TURN! SLINGBLADE]

[YOUR! SLINGBLADE]

[LIFE! SLINGBLADE]

[AROU…ROARING ELBOW! Ziggy runs right into a brutal jaw cracking elbow that leaves him out on his feet, Santiago lifting him up high in the air]

[BEFORE NEARLY BREAKING HIS GODDAMN NECK WITH A BRUTAL BRAINBUSTER!]

[Santiago quickly rushes to the ropes, climbing up to the top rope before diving off.]

[HERMOSO RUIDO! FROGG SPLLLASSSHHHHH!]

Signal: Beautiful Frog Splash by Santiago there as he squashes Ziggy into the mat and by the sound of that buzzer, things aren’t going to get better for the Smiling Garyanian any time soon.

[****BZZZZ******]

[The cage for War Machine opens as Warlord Mars explodes out, sprinting down the ramp to the ring. He stops at the apron, throwing it up as he begins to grab weapon after weapon from underneath, throwing them high over the cage into the ring.] 

[Steel Chairs, Tables, trash cans, canes, chains. Even a very familiar looking cloth sack before he slides into the ring. Santiago pulls Ziggy up to his feet, throwing him at Mars who lifts him high up into the air.]

[POP UP POWERBOMB!]

[Mars nearly drives Ziggy through the damn mat from the sheer impact. Warlord roars out to the heavens, pounding Santiago on the chest as he tells him to get into position before the pair stare at Ziggy, waiting for him to get to his feet. ]

[Ziggy pulls himself up by the ropes, groggy but an energetic thumb raised to the heavens brings the crowd to their feet once more.]

Ziggy Robbins: Great power my friend, you’re definetly a formidable foe.

Mars snorts before smacking Santiago on the chest, pushing him forward as The Cold sprints forward

[ROARING…NO! Ziggy ducks underneath, rushing to the ropes himself.]

[AROUND! He finally completes the quartet of Slingblades, both arms raised in triumph before he turns around into the meancing shadow of Warlord Mars.]

Black Scar: Oh please Mars, end this irritating fool once and for all, I’m begging ya.

[Mars rushes forward but Ziggy ducks underneath the clothesline, bouncing off the ropes once more.]

[TURN YOUR LIFE AROUND]

[But Mars aint’ budging.]

[Ziggy slams back first onto the mat, Mars reaching down to pull him up with both hands, throwing him into the air and at the rising Santiago.]

[SPIKE DDT! Ziggy nails Santiago in mid-air with a beautiful DDT! ]

Signal: Mars just inadvertedly nailed his own partner. Dr Cube has to be pissed right now.

[Ziggy rolls to his feet, rushing to the ropes, leaping off the second and then the top before diving off]

[HURRICANRA….MARS GRABS HIM MID-LEAP!]

[He pounds down on his face, trying to complete the hurricanrana but he doesn’t let go, walking to the turnbuckles]

[AND SWINGING HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE BUCKLES!]

Signal: Marvolo in Christ, Ziggy may have just got his skull cracked open by the Warlord there.

[Ziggy is limp in Warlord’s arms, Mars lifting him up almost effortlessly before throwing him clean from one ring to the other with a stiff Jacknife Powerbomb right as the buzzer rings again.]

[****BZZZZ******]

Black Scar: And now here comes the next victim of War Machine. Oh please let it be Newton, I need to see his smug ass get flattened like a pancake.

[It’s not Newton but Pixelshift who\s the next out for his team. He goes to rush out of the cage but he’s stopped before he fully exits, Newton bringing him in tight whispering a few words before letting him go.]

Signal: Newton giving his team-mate a few words of encouragement, very unlike the Riddler we know but with how Ziggy is, he’s going to need all the help he can get.

[Pixel stares at Newton for a few moments before nodding as he turns and sprints down the ramp, opening the cage door and sliding into the ring. ]

[Mars was waiting for him but he manages to slide underneath the Hardcore Champions legs, before rebounding off the ropes and nailing the Warlord with a basement dropkick to the knees that sends him staggering forward.]

[Mars lands throat first over the middle rope, Pixelshift rushing forward]

[TIGER FEINT KICK! Mars takes it full force to the face, staggering backwards not going down but dazed as Pixelshift leaps off the top, seemingly overshooting Mars for a moment before his legs wrap around Mars throat]

[POISON-RANA! Mars gets dropped backwards onto his goddamn head! The thick neck of the Warlord barely protecting him from the brunt of the attack but he’s down on the mat. Pixelshift backs up, before sprinting forward and leaping up high]

[RUNNING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!]

Signal: He calls that the High Score, a beautiful combination of moves there but can it put down Warlord Mars?

[Santiago doesn’t let him fight out as he rushes in with a hard clothesline to the back of the head. He grabs Pixelshift by the back of the neck, trying to throw him through the ropes but the 1UP Wonder floats through the ropes, rebounding back]

[With a SPINNING HEEL KICK! Santiago gets nailed right in the jaw, rocking him before he’s peppered even more by a series of punch combinations]

[“UP! UP!”]

[Left Jab! Right Hook!]

[“DOWN! DOWN!”]

[Middle Kick! Roundhouse!]

[“B! A!”]

[Chop! Chop!]

[STA…]

[Pixelshift backs up, looking for that big Superkick before he runs right into a mammoth Lariat that turns him inside out.]

Black Scar: Told ya Siggie, total destruction.

[Mars pulls Pixelshift up]

[JAWBREAKER!]

[SUPERKICK! THE 8-BIT COMBINATION CONNECTS ON MARS!]

[SUPERKICK! KONAMI CODE WITH EXTRA STANK ON SANTIAGO!]

[Pixelshift pulls Ziggy up to his feet, the motivational messiah slowly getting up with the help of the ropes after that hellacious powerbomb before signalling to the top rope. ]

[Ziggy slowly clambers over, climbing up one turnbuckle as Pixelshift climbs up the opposite side. Ziggy is still woozy but he manages to dive off ]

[FROM THE BOTTOM TO THE TOP PICTURE PERFECT MOONSAULT!]

[DIVING LEG DROP]

[CO-OPTIONAL PLAY ONTO WARLORD MARS! ]

[The crowd are on their feet, both Pixelshift and Ziggy Robbins standing tall as the buzzer sounds once more.]

[****BZZZZ******]

[The bell sounds, Doctor Cube slowly walking down to the ring as Pixelshift stares him down. Ziggy’s still wavy on his feet but he waves and encourages the world champion into the ring but the Doctor stops at the door. He stares at the two for a moment, before reaching into his tights and pulling out something.]

[He urges Pixelshift forward before throwing the object at him.]

[A ball bearing?]

Signal: Oh god kid don’t grab that whatever it is.

[Pixelshift grabs it in mid-air, staring at it curiously as Dr Cube just shakes his head and snaps his fingers]

[AS THE BEARING EXPLODES IN AN ELECTRICAL SPARK!]

Signal: Did the Doctor just electrocute Pixelshift there? How in the hell is that legal?

Black Scar: Please Siggie, it’s not electricity. Clearly the good Doctor just created an object that worked on the opposite frequency of Pixelshift and shorted him out.

Signal: Okay sure BUT HOW IS THAT LEGAL?

Black Scar: It’s War Games Siggie, everything’s legal.

[Ziggy looks shocked, walking over as he reprimands the good Doctor.]

Ziggy Robbins: Hey Doc, you don’t have to resort to those cheating tactics, I know you’re better then that.

[Ziggy reaches over to pull Cube in]

[BARBED WIRE BAT TO THE SKULL!]

[Doctor Cube was ready for Ziggy Robbins as well, slamming the wood and steel into Robbins face before sliding into the ring to a chorus of boos.] 

[He slams the bat down hard onto both Robbins and Pixelshift’s backs before tossing it aside. He looks at Mars allready on their knees and Santiago struggling to stand and barks viciously at them.]

Dr. Cube: Get up you idiots! Time to take out the trash.

[Cube picks the bat back up, nailing it down hard onto Pixelshift again before he begins to rake the wire down the 1Up’s face, causing pain and screams to echo from the Living Glitch.]

[Meanwhile, Santiago stuns Ziggy with a hard enziguri to the back of the head before backing up and sprinting forward, leaping over Ziggy]

[EL ULTIMO…ZIGGY GRABS HIM MID-LEAP!]

[MODIFIED POWERBOMB!]

[The crowd roar as Ziggy staggers back, still fighting until he stumbles into the rock hard frame of Warlord Mars.]

[Who spins him around]

[GOOZLE!]

[POWERLIFT ONTO HIS SHOULDERS]

[RING SHAKING…NO!]

[Ziggy slips out, rocking Mars with an Enziguri before grabbing him]

[And trying to Powerbomb Mars.]

[But you don’t Powerbomb the Warlord.]

[He Powerbombs you.]

[WARHEAD! Mars rocks Ziggy with a brutal headbutt, before casually lifting him up]

[AND NEARLY POWERBOMBING HIM THROUGH THE GODDAMN MAT!]

[Mars picks up the fallen chain, tearing it in half with his strength as he pulls up Santiago and hands him half of it. Siniestro wraps it around his leg, while Mars wraps it around his arm. ]

[Both men back up, waiting for Ziggy to slowly rise to his feet. ]

Signal: No, stay down Ziggy. You can’t talk your way out of this one buddy.

Black Scar: Oh I’d like to see him try.

[Robbins slowly stumbles to his feet as both Santiago and Mars rush forward.]

[CHAIN LARIAT]

[CHAIN LEG LARIAT!]

[LARITO CHAINCERTO!]

[Ziggy slumps down hard, collapsing onto the mat as Pixelshift tries to power his way back to his feet. Sparks flying and bleeding, he manages to nail Cube in the gut with a hard elbow but he’s barely able to get to his feet]

[BEFORE A STEEL CHAIR NEARLY BREAKS HIS SPINE!]

[Pixelshift screams in pain, sinking to his knees before another chair shot sinks him down to the mat collapsing in pain. Dr Cube opens the chair, placing it right over the broken Felix as the bell buzzes for the final time.]

[****BZZZZ******]

[The bell sounds, Edward Newton slowly exiting the enclosure as he just stares at the ring. Three hungry and vicious warriors waiting for him as his two team-mates lay broken and battered on the mat.]

[Newton doesn’t betray an ounce of fear or worry as he simply nods before striding down to the ring. He gets to the cage, Cube snapping his fingers as Santiago opens the ropes from him to enter. The Riddler doesn’t look under the apron or even hesitate before slowly entering and standing inside the opposite ring. ]

[***DING DING DING***]

[Santiago hands Dr Cube the fallen microphone as Mars places a foot onto the throat of Ziggy. ]

Dr. Cube: Oh Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You tried but failed. Your little friends couldn’t cope with our strength and you certainly can’t, so how about you do the smart thing and just give up while your little peppy mascot can still breath?

Signal: I knew Dr Cube would do something like this.

Black Scar: Hey, it’s smart, he’s trying to prove a point about the Riddler and end the match in his favor at the same time.

[Eddie thinks it over for a moment, pondering slightly.]

Edward Newton: And if I refuse?

[Dr Cube turns slightly to Mars, the Warlord’s foot still pressed down hard on Ziggy’s throat.]

Dr. Cube: If he says anything other then I Quit in the next ten seconds Mars, break the idiots neck.

[Newton looks concerned for a moment before chuckling hard to himself, a deep belly laugh that doubles him over for a few seconds. A sight that seems to infuriate Dr Cube.]

Black Scar: SEE! Dr Cube was right, the Riddler doesn’t give a damn about his team-mates.

Dr. Cube: What the hell is so funny?

Edward Newton: Oh really Doc, for someone so smart, you really are stupid if you didn’t think I planned for this.

[Newton looks at the struggling Pixelshift in the eyes as he utters three simple words.]

[“UP”]

[“B”]

[“START”]

[Something flies out of Pixelshift’s tights, a small patch that flies onto his back and begins glowing as pure golden energy explodes out of Pixelshift. Dr Cube goes flying back as Pixelshift kips up to his feet, a flashing star popping up onto his visor. ]

Pixelshift: CHEAT CODE ENGAGED. INVINCIBILITY!

[Santiago rushes at Pixelshift who dodges the roaring elbow before grabbing him from behind, flipping forward]

[STANDING DIAMOND DUST!]

[Santiago goes flying backwards, Pixelshift turning into ]

[CHECKMATE! Stiff Spinning Back Elbow by Dr Cube but it doesn’t even faze Pixelshift who retaliates with a big pair of double knees before underhooking Cube.]

[“ONE MORE QUAR-TER!”]

[“ONE MORE QUAR-TER!”]

[“ONE MORE QUAR-TER!”]

[POWER UP PLEX! Pixelshift leaps in the air as he delivers an almighty Fishermans Suplex, driving Cube down into the canvas. ]

Signal: Pixelshift cleaning house here, bridging back as this match has offically begun, pinfalls count now!

[ONE]

[…………]

[TW….MARS BREAKS IT UP!]

[Mars pulls Pixelshift up, delivering a brutal Warhead that seems to rock even the Invicible Pixelshift. He quickly lifts him up onto his shoulders in a Torture Rack]

[WAR]

[GLITCH!]

[MARS FREEZES MID-BOMB, PIXELSHIFT SPINNING AROUND IN MID-AIR!]

[CUTTER! CUTTER! CUTTER! LAG SPIKKKKKEEE!!!!]

[Pixelshift kips to his feet before falling to one knee. The invincibility fading but Newton pulls him up to his feet, as the pair look at Mars, the monster allready up to his knees and nod.]

[A running dropkick puts Mars back down as Newton grabs a table from one of the rings, setting it up before reconsidering and setting another up beside it.] 

Signal: What the hell does the Riddler have in store for the Hardcore Champion here?

Black Scar: Whatever it is, it better be damn big to hope to put down the big man here.

[Both men pull Mars up, pounding down on him before Newton grabs the barbed wire and wraps it around Mars and the table, trapping him]

[As Pixelshift begins to climb up top. ]

Black Scar: The glitch better watch out, he better not be trying to escape cause his team loses if he leaves the cage.

Signal: I don’t think he’s leaving the cage Scar.

[Pixelshift gets to the top, the crowd roaring and on their feet as he steadies himself for a moment. Warlord Mars trying to break free of the wire but to no avail]

[AS PIXELSHIFT DIVES OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE DOWN ONTO HIM!]

[SKY DIVER PRESS THROUGH THE TABLE, BARBED WIRE AND WARLORD MARS!]

[HOLY SHIT!]

[HOLY SHIT!]

[HOLY SHIT!]

Black Scar: Holy Shit indeed. Pixelshift just took out the biggest man in the match in a single move.

Signal: He also took himself out, there’s no 1 Up to revive him now.

[Newton looks impressed at Pixelshift for a moment, only to be turned around by Dr Cube who looks furious. Newton and Cube stare one another down for a moment before Cube tries a right hand.]

[Newton blocks it, responding with one of his own and another and a third, each blow rocking the world champion until he’s backed into the corner. Another hard right staggers Cube before his head is grabbed]

[RIDDLE! ]

[SLAM!]

[ME!]

[SLAM!]

[THAT!]

[Newton slams Cube’s head over and over into the turnbuckles, rocking the world champion before a final one sends him crashing down into the mat.]

[The Riddler drops down, trying to lock in the Riddle Box but a hard boot to the jaw rocks him, Cube scrambling to his feet before he stumbles into the corner, dropping down to his knees.]

[Newton walks over calmly, pulling Cube up who grabs something out of his tights.]

[POWDER…BLOCKED BY A STEEL CHAIR!]

Signal: The master meets the student. Dr Cube might be a mastermind but Edward Newton is THE Mastermind and knows every single dirty trick in the book.

[Newton slams the chair into Cube’s face, leaving him out on his feet before he’s lifted up onto Newton’s shoulders.]

[THE ENIGMA CODE! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER SPIKED DOWN INTO THE MAT!]

[Newton calls for the end, going to pull Cube up to his feet]

[SPEAR BY SANTIAGO OUT OF NOWHERE!]

[Santiago pounds down on Newton, pulling him up but gets a sharp headbutt in return]

[NEVERMIND DDT! JUMPING IMPLANT DDT SPIKES SANTIAGO INTO THE MAT!]

[LOW BLOW!]

Black Scar: Edward Newton might be the master but the numbers game always wins in the end.

[Cube cracks his neck before lifting up Newton, drilling him with a savage knee to the breadbasket before lifting him up high]

[GAME]

[OVER!]

[Package Piledriver spikes the Riddler into the mat. Dr Cube stands up, triumphant as he can taste the victory]

[ALWAYS A CHANCE! ZIGGY ROBBINS OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A SCHOOLBOY ROLLUP!]

[ONE]

[….]

[TWO]

[DR CUBE REVERSES THE SCHOOLBOY]

[ONE]

[…]

[TWO]

[…..]

[DR CUBE IS HOLDING THE ROPES!]

[…..]

[THREE]

Black Scar: YES! I told you Siggie, War Machine came in and not only dominated but stopped that idiot from stealing a victory. A great night overall

Signal: War Machine came out and won in the end but all six men gave it everything they had. But the question is now, will their be heat between Newton and Pixelshift now they were on the losing side?

[Ringside — War Games has descended into ruin.]

[Steel structures hang twisted. Bodies are scattered across the canvas and around ringside.]

[Warlord Mars. Santiago Siniestro. Dr. Cube. Edward Newton. Ziggy Robbins. All down.]

[Only PixelShift stirs.]

Signal: “However you feel about the result, you have to credit Pixelshift. He had an offer to betray his team and refused. He kept his word here tonight.”

Black Scar: “That’s just dumb, ain’t it, Sig? He could’ve joined the winning team and picked himself up some glory. Instead, he joins the losers.”

[He slowly pulls himself up using the ropes, one arm wrapped around his ribs.]

Signal: “PixelShift is the only one moving… after everything he’s been through here tonight”

[The crowd begins to rise.]

[PixelShift reaches down and grabs the Gift of the Gods Championship.]

[He lifts it high above his head.]

[The arena explodes.]

Signal: “What a performance! What resilience! He may not have taken the easy way out but he will get his five defences.”

[Fans chant his name.]

[PixelShift stands tall—

—then the lights go out.]

[Total darkness.]

[A splashing sound echoes through the rafters.]

[Low… unnatural. Like the tide]

[Glitch.]

[The crowd murmurs nervously.]

[Dim light pulses once.]

[A looming figure appears in the ring — completely black. Featureless. Head lowered. Arms spread wide.]

[Static crackles over the sound system.]

[The image distorts like a signal interference. A faint glitch in reality itself.]

Signal: “Holy crap! What the hell is that?”

Black Scar: “That’s the thing nightmares are made of!!”

[The figure flickers.]

[More static.]

[Glitch.]

[The lights snap back on.]

[The ring is empty.]

[The crowd is stunned into silence.]

[PixelShift looks around, confused.]

Signal: “It’s gone… it just vanished!”

[Suddenly—]

[Marvolo rushes onto the stage, frantic, adjusting his jacket.]

Marvolo: “Ladies and gentlemen, please— please forgive the technical difficulties.”

[A nervous laugh.]

Marvolo: “We’ll have that sorted immediately.”

[He wipes sweat from his brow.]

[Behind him—]

[Warlord Mars suddenly springs to life.]

[He grabs PixelShift by the throat.]

Signal: “Wait—!”

[Mars roars and lifts him high.]

[He plants PixelShift with a devastating Chokeslam.]

[The canvas shakes.]

Marvolo: “NO!”

[Marvolo storms down the ramp, furious.]

Marvolo: “What have you done?!”

[Mars snarls, unapologetic.]

Warlord Mars: “He was standin’.”

[Marvolo points at him.]

Marvolo: “You’ve just made a huge mistake.”

[A beat.]

Marvolo: “You should not have done that. You have no idea what you just did, you lumbering oaf!”

[The crowd buzzes.]

Marvolo: “Next week… you defend your Hardcore Championship.”

[Mars smirks.]

Marvolo: “In a twenty-minute battle royal.”

[The crowd erupts.]

Marvolo: “Whoever holds that title when the time expires… is the champion.”

[Mars’ smirk fades slightly.]

[PixelShift lies motionless.]

Signal: “Mars has defended that title with violence before— but why is this different?”

Black Scar: “Why is attacking PixelShift such a mistake?”

Signal: “I have no idea but Marvolo is furious. Whatever just happened here tonight will have a ripple effect on our next episode of Slam.”

Black Scar: “Whereby Warlord Mars defends his title in unfair circumstances and more.”

Signal: “Maybe we’ll find out why Mars has upset Marvolo here folks. Join us next time!”

[The camera lingers on Mars staring down Marvolo… and the still, empty stage behind them.]

[Cut to black.]