ISRAEL GRIMWOLF & CAEL GABLE
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Mere Hours After Double Tap.
The sound of the ocean waves slamming against wood tickles our eardrums as we open on the sea with Cael Gable looking overboard into the deep. He’s on a ship flying the wolf skull flag of Captain Israel Grimwolf.
Israel soon appears beside him, looking through his nautical telescope.
“We’re three days sail out, matey,” Grimwolf says proudly.
Gable looks at him.
“Three days there, three days back?” He questions, knowing that TerrorVision is right about the corner.
Grimwolf nods, stepping back onto the main deck of the ship. His crew are running around after him, doing their jobs.
“Are you sure about this, Cap?” Cael says nervously. He’s feeling cautious about their journey. “I don’t understand how we’re going to win the Tag Team Championships this way.”
“We’re going to see Dead Man’s Fingers; he knows the way to all treasure. He’s as old as time itself, so the story is told. If there’s a map to beating Bad Mother Fuckers, me hearty will know the answer.”
Gable puts his hands on his hips and turns to face the water.
“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” he admits, looking nervously into the ocean.
Grimwolf walks up from behind and puts an arm over his shoulder.
“The ocean can be a cruel and unforgiving mistress, but there’s nothing quite like peeking under her skirt,” Israel confirms with a sinister smile. Dead Man’s Fingers is our best chance, trust me, mate.”
The Olympian nods. He waits for Grimwolf to walk away before taking his Gold Medal out from under his shirt and kissing it for luck.
Cut.
TWO-FACE VS. MORDECAI
Are dreams subject to chance?
Two-Face flips his coin into the exposed eyes of the masked Mordecai. The 6’10”, 335-pounder turns away, allowing Two-Face to sneak behind him. He kicks his knee out, then rams his head into the top turnbuckle! Mordecai stumbles back, and Two-Face pulls himself up onto the middle rope… FLOATING NECKBREAKER! ONE… TWO… STRONG KICKOUT!
Mordecai benches Two-Face off of him. The burned politician throws right hands at him as he gets up, but they appear to be immaterial to The Gatekeeper of Dreams. He grabs Two-Face’s fist, wrenches it downwards, then lifts him 7 feet off the canvas by his arm! He slings him over his back… MYOCLONIC TWITCH – AIR RAID CRASH!
ONE… TWO… SHOULDER UP! The fire still burns inside Two-Face. Mordecai peels him off the mat and hurls him into the ropes. HE POPS HIM UP—EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!? NO – TWO-FACE AVOIDS THE REALITY CHECK… OVERDRIVE NECKBREAKER – HE FLIPS THE COIN IN MID-AIR! The dream guardian is driven into the mat. ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Mordecai hasn’t been put to sleep yet.
TWO-FACE:
Two-Face kicks him while he’s down, then heaves him up. HEADS OR TAILS—SANDBAGGED! Mordecai blocks Sister Abigail, wrapping around behind Two-Face… SWEET DREAMS – SWINGING COBRA CLUTCH! He ragdolls Two-Face in the middle of the ring; will he tap!? MULE KICK! The low-blow breaks Mordecai’s grip, and Two-Face grabs him… HEADS OR TAILS – SISTER ABIGAIL! ONE… TWO… THREEE!!!
Two-Face wins the proverbial coin toss!
TWO-FACE, JESSIE WILLIAMS & JO
As we go down the halls of OSW, the ominous feeling the Darkness has brought linger thick in the air. We wind down the hallways when we start to hear the sounds of scuffling coming from a side room.
As we enter we see Jessie Williams fighting with a man in a black-and-white suit. Fists fly as more, identically dressed men enter the room. To one side, Joanna is being held. Fight as she may, the numbers are too great. Jessie reaches out but can’t get past his goons.
“Where the fuck did he get these guys?!” Joanna screams as she finally starts to get a bit of luck. She kicks a goon low as she frees herself from the others and grabs a document.
BOOM!
The sound of a gunshot stops everything in it’s tracks. One of the black-and-white dressed thugs falls to his knees, a hole out of his forehead streams with blood as Two-Face steps forward, a pistol smoking in his hand.
“Looking for something?” Two-Face growls as Joanna and Jessie hold their hands up, Joanna with the envelope still in hand.
“You must be desperate. Coming in here, rummaging through stuff that doesn’t belong to you.”
“Yeah, well… Fuck you.” Jessie says, rebelliously.
“Tell me, Two-Face. When you got burned like that, did everything get split down the middle?”
Two-Face walks over grabbing the envelope from Joanna, a scowl on his face.
“Get out of our face!” Two-Face growls.
“Which one?” Joanna retorts.
As Two-Face turns around, he nods to his goons to get rid of the two.
As the door slams behind the Williams’, Jessie looks pissed.
“Why the fuck did you let him get one over on us like that? We know he’s got something planned, and now we don’t know what it is!”
“Relax, kid.” Joanna says with assurance as she pulls out another envelope.
“I did a switch in that melee. Now, we better get out of here before he realizes it.”
As if on cue, a roar of anger can be heard from inside the room with Two-Face. The Williams’ split quickly as Two-Face barges out of the room.
Cut.
STONER VS. THE IMPALER
The Slaughterhouse becomes The Smokehouse when Stoner is in town but who is leaving high tonight?
Stoner flicks the blunt he’s toking into the face of The Impaler, then runs in and unloads a flurry of body shots. He’s gassing out for all the impact it’s having as the Dread Pirate grabs Stoner by the shoulders and biel tosses him into a corner, following up with the ADAM SMASHER that turns Stoner inside out and over the top rope.
Outside the ring Stoner grabs a steel chair but The Impaler is quickly upon him. CHAIR SHOT to the face of Legion. BUT THE IMPALER STILL STANDS!!! Another CHAIR SHOT!!! And then the DROPKICK OF DOOM!!! Stoner finally floors The Impaler! And a big stomp to the head! Whatever was in that reefer has Stoner pumped and showing a ruthless side tonight.
From under the ring Stoner draws a set of nunchucks, he’s giving it the whole Bruce Lee flourish and tries to whack The Impaler with those bastards but COUNTERED!!! The Dread Pirate grabs the chucks, wraps them around Stoner’s throat and he’s throttling the reeferman!!! Big swing and The Impaler lifts Stoner and slams him down on top of the ring steps.
Legion puts Stoner back into the ring and nails a devastating NIGHT CITY BLACKOUT!!!! ONE….TWO….THREE!!!!
It’s all over and The Stoner gets smoked tonight!
DEATH NOTE & CORVUS
Darkness has indeed befallen the Slaughterhouse.
And few are more capable at operating in such an absence of light as these two.
Death Note.
Corvus.
They seem to arrive at the same shadowy corridor at the exact same time, a knowing nod exchanged between them.
“You desired to meet?” Death Note asks.
Corvus nods. “Even though we failed to achieve what we wanted at Double Tap, I still believe our partnership could bear fruit given what is to come.”
“Up in Smoke,” the shinigami replies.
“Indeed,” Corvus replies. “I believe it would be in our best interest to make a deal with one another, to see each other in the final two of that bout.”
Death Note scratches his chin. “How can I be sure you won’t betray me, Corvus? A tag tournament is one thing. But a six way bout for the most prestigious title in the world is something altogether different.”
Corvus nods. “I think it would behoove us both if we eliminated the other four competitors before they ever step in the ring.”
Death Note’s eyes light up behind that permanent smile on his mask.
“Turn the six way into a singles bout,” the shinigami muses.
“Indeed,” Corvus states. “And if it takes ending their lives to do so?”
“So be it,” Death Note replies.
A grin creeps across the visage of Corvus.
What will this mean for their opponents at Up in Smoke?
Cut.
CORVUS VS. PYRE
Will the flame be snuffed out, leaving only shadow?
One Bad Motherfucker, Pyre, headbutts Corvus on the bridge of his nose! Blood gushes into his mouth and off his chin, but he’s used to the taste. Pyre kicks him low, then knocks his block off with a knee trembler! Vaulting onto the middle rope, she waits… DIVING DOUBLE KNEE STRIKE! Landing atop Corvus, she hooks his legs—ONE… TWO… KICKOUT!
The Hidden Blade won’t be sheathed yet. Pyre snatches his head under her arm, dragging him back from the ropes… AWAKENING – DRAGON SLEEPER! Corvus thrashes against the hold, but he’s fading… POOF – SMOKE BOMB! We can’t see anything! The smoke clears… Corvus is behind Pyre! She turns round – right into a CORVUS KICK! ONE… TWO… THRE—SHOULDER UP!
Pyre almost got extinguished right then and there. She struggles onto her knees, dukes up… CUTTHROAT DRIVER! The Black Hand spikes her with the hurricanrana driver. Wait, Pyre just grabbed something… Corvus goes to walk away—SNIKT! PYRE STABS HIM WITH ONE OF HIS OWN THROWING KNIVES! The blade wasn’t coated, but it disables Corvus all the same!
Corvus gingerly removes the blade from his leg. Thankfully, Pyre didn’t strike his artery. Limping, he turns to snatch the Fire Witch Bitch off the mat—JAWBREAKER! Corvus reels back. Pyre seizes her chance and scales the ropes… DANCING FLA—BLACK HAND’S BLAAADE! Corvus cuts off the corkscrew stunner with an RKO outta nowhere! ONE… TWO… THREEE!!!
Corvus smothers Pyre!
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF, CAEL GABLE, PYRE & ZERO
Days Later.
Finally arriving at a very mystical island in the middle of no-where, a thick fog makes it almost impossible to make out from the ocean. Only an experienced traveller would know the route.
We follow Israel Grimwolf and Cael Gable as they’re now on land, walking towards a small cave opening. As they approach, it illuminates by torchlight.
Once inside the cave, torches light up the sides, allowing them entry to a man who sits before a fire inside, covered in a wretched looking robe. His skin is leathery and aged, his hands bony and frail. He has no eyes, but sees everything.
“Captain Israel Grimwolf,” he beckons knowingly. “I thought you belonged to the locker.”
Grimwolf takes off his hat a show of respect.
“I escaped,” he says proudly.
Dead Man’s Fingers chuckles.
“That you did,” he says with a wry smile. “Why have you come to see me?”
Israel and Cael approach, taking a seat opposite him at the roaring wood fire.
“We’re in search of gold; a different, modern kind of treasure. We were hoping you could show us the path?”
Dead puts his hands out, suggesting they be taken by Pirate Gold. Israel is first, nodding at Cael so that he knows what to do.
Suddenly, the fire roars.
There’s screaming, splashing and drowning. Gable struggles against his grip, wanting desperately to escape what he’s seeing, but Dead won’t let go.
Then it stops.
They see Zero & Pyre.
The Hacker is on his knees, grabbing at his head, screaming in agony. His face is wretched and warped.
Pyre meanwhile is surrounded by members of the Old School Wrestling roster – their faces obscured so that we can’t see them. They’re shouting at her, bellowing in fact. Her hands begin raging with fire, before an explosion occurs, wiping our vision out entirely.
Gable falls backwards as the grip is released, falling into the sand behind him. Israel smirks, looking at his friend with a humoured expression.
“Did you see it?” He asks of Gable, who nods his head slowly. “Their downfall comes like the dawn. Thank you, Dead Man’s Fingers.”
The oracle shies away as Grimwolf and Cael get back to their feet. They’re about to leave, when Dead calls out.
“Cael Gable, sit,” he implores. “We should talk.”
Grimwolf pushes him forward with a nod and a wink, exiting the cave and leaving him to it.
The Olympian reluctantly retakes his seat at the fire.
“Did you see it?” He asks earnestly.
Gable doesn’t quite understand, shrugging his shoulders.
“I cannot show you what isn’t there,” DMF groans, almost angrily. “You must’ve seen and interpret alone.”
That doesn’t make any sense to Cael, who stands up.
“Look, I don’t know what kind of hoodoo this is, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Very well,” he replies.
Cael storms out of the cave and into the open skies, meeting with the Captain, who stands proud with his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out.
“Did that help, me hearty?” Grimwolf enquires.
“Gibberish,” Cael says gruffly. “Utter gibberish.”
Israel chuckles knowingly.
“All the deckhands say that at first,” he nods with a smirk. “It’ll make sense eventually. Let’s get back to OSW, shall we?”
Gable nods in agreement.
Cut.
KAINE KNIGHTLORD & STONER
We find ourselves backstage, some time after the bout between The Impaler and Stoner, the latter of whom we see heading toward the exit with a particularly angry look on his face as he notices someone watching him from the shadows. The normally laid-back man snaps, his aggression almost palpable.
“Hey man, what’d you want?”
The figure refuses to answer at first, which only sets Stoner off further.
“I said, what the hell do ya want!?”
“I think you know exactly what I want, Mr. Hilm.”
Stoner is nearly taken aback, as the voice seems to have come from behind. He turns around, only to find himself staring right in the face of a tall, dark, well-dressed man who gives him a glare back in response.
“Who the hell are you, pal?”
The mysterious man smirks before responding to Stoner’s inquiry.
“Kaine Knightlord, detective of the night. Mr. Hilm, what do you know about the Manhattan Mall Massacre?”
Stoner’s face reveals the mix of confusion and disgust at such a question.
“What are you talking about, man?”
Kaine is unrelenting in his questioning.
“Not that long ago, a local mall bore witness to several deaths, most notably a few gentlemen that called themselves the Forever Friends. Witnesses put you at the scene, and while some would say a zombie was let loose that day I think you know more than you’re letting on, don’t you?”
The mention of what happened to his friends absolutely infuriates Stoner at this point, and he lunges at Knightlord…who quickly sidesteps him. Stoner turns around to face his accuser, who has disappeared back into the shadows…but we hear his voice calling all the same.
“I’ll be keeping my eye on you, Mr. Hilm…and I’ll be looking for answers.”
With that, we are left with the sight of a snarling Stoner, a deep sense of darkness taking hold of him over what happened that fateful day at the Manhattan Mall.
Cut.
BANZAN, SANCTUS BELLATOR & SIGIL VS. LUKE STORM, VIPER ROBERTS & SEESAW
Things have become much more tense, more violent over the course of the night, and this trios match is full of combustible elements!
The added level of violence is noteworthy as Banzan and Storm start things off, an angrier than usual Banzan really laying into Storm with some heavy offense before sending him into the ropes, slamming him with force off the rebound! Banzan continues with some mounted punches until Viper runs in!
The ref has lost control of this chaos, as Viper rushes the Mountain allowing Storm to get back on his feet. The two join forces in taking Banzan down until he lets out his rage with hard palm strikes on both men, sending them out of the ring! TIGER CLAW!
Sigil is chomping at the bit for a tag, and Banzan eventually obliges allowing the Realm Walker to enter the fray…but is met with a flurry of offense by SeeSaw who enters as well! SeeSaw is cackling as he takes to the top turnbuckle, launching himself! FLIGHT OF THE ORNITHOPER!
SeeSaw goes for the cover, but the pin is broken up by Sanctus Bellator leaping into the ring with a double foot stomp! TERRA TREMUIT! Banzan rushes in, but is cut off by Storm and Roberts…AS SEESAW WAILS ON SIGIL WITH THE JACK ATTACK! THE REALM WALKER IS OUT COLD!
A hotly-contested trios bout ends with a victory for Luke Storm, Viper Roberts, and SeeSaw!
SIGIL & VOYNICH
With the match over, everyone involved begins to depart from the ringside area towards the back.
But quite suddenly, the fans begin cheering rabidly.
That’s because, out of nowhere?
Voynich.
He crawls out from underneath the ring, the OSW World Championship proudly wrapped around his waist.
None of the wrestlers on the entrance ramp seem to notice or care.
Which is a real shame, because in Voynich’s hand?
A revolver.
He strides up the entrance ramp with the intensity of a cold-blooded predator. A darkness in his eyes as he strides past the competitors…
Until he’s stood right behind Sigil.
“Hey, Sigil.”
Sigil stops in his tracks, turns around to see Voynich and that revolver pointed right at his exposed chest.
“Fuck you,” Voynich says. “For everything, fuck you.”
BANG!
He shoots Sigil in the chest!
BANG!
Again!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
click click click click click click
Voynich continues pulling the trigger.
Sigil staggers back as his chest, riddled with bullets, pours blood from six wounds.
Immediately, Sigil cosmic leaps elsewhere.
And Voynich stands, left alone.
A shooter.
Cut.
PIRATE GOLD VS. THE HARBINGERS
Both teams fell at the semi-finals at Double Tap but remain keen to chase the gold. Will victory here give one of them a leg up in the next challenge to The Bad Motherfuckers?
Darklord starts and Grimwolf volunteers Gable for Pirate Gold. The Olympian bravely proffers the Carthian a clinch but his hands get batted away and the Gold Medallist is flawed by a devastating punch from Darklord. Grimwolf charges in but he’s sent to the bottom of the deep blue sea….WARLORD’S HAND!!!!
Outside the ring, The Sandman sets up a couple of tables. Darklord lifts Gable onto his shoulders…..BLACK HOLE OVER THE TOP ROPE….NO!!! GABLE COUNTERS WITH A HEADSCISSORS!!! DARKLORD CRASHES OVER THE ROPES AND THROUGH A TABLE!!! The Sandman slides into the ring but Gable takes him with a waistlock…10 KARAT!!! Sandman eats TEN German suplexes.
Grimwolf rolls Darklord back into the ring and Gable tags the pirate in. Seven stomps to The Carthian and a curbsto-NO!!! Darklord powers off the mat…another WARLORD’s GRASP…COUNTERED!!! Grimwolf with a kick to the groin and a swinging neckbreaker.
Darklord rolls to his corner and tags in The Sandman. The Dream Demon charges in and floors Grimwolf with a big boot. Gable intervenes….TO SAND!!! COUNTERED!!! Gable hits the fisherman’s suplex and a curb stomp from Grimwolf…HOOK LINE SINKER….ONE!….TWO!….THREE!!!!
Pirate Gold walk away with the treasure and increase their weight in gold.
SANCTUS BELLATOR & THE IMPALER
Sanctus Bellator.
The Holy Warrior walks up a flight of steps towards an old church that stands deep within New York, an intensity in his eyes. Something is… off.
He throws the doors open, expecting to be met with a fellowship… but instead, he comes upon a sight that can only be described one way.
Terrifying.
Sanctus’ eyes fly open in shock as he backs away, for the scene in front of him shows many of the church goers who attended this monastery are hanging from upside down crosses, almost haphazardly placed all over the interior of the inner sanctum! Sanctus rushes forwards, undoing the chains of the first captive he can get to!
“Help us…”
The words are weak, almost falling out of the poor soul’s mouth as he collapses to the floor at Sanctus’ feet. The Holy Warrior looks to the other tortured souls, many of them with the life drained from their eyes. And the one he just freed… now lay dead on the floor from his wounds.
“Think you deserve that mask, Sanctus?”
A voice booms through the church, Sanctus now stood in the middle surrounded by a plethora of corpses.
“Who are you!?”
Suddenly, a TV flickers to life as the question violently leaves Bellator’s mouth. Hanging over the altar, screen cracked, the TV bears the image of The Impaler. The old leather mask looks even more decrepit on the fuzzy screen.
“I’m the man who is going to test you, Sanctus. Your trial before the lord. Care to prove yourself? To prove you deserve to be… The Holy Warrior?”
Before Sanctus can even reply the image zooms out, revealing a room filled with cages, all of them holding still living members of this small church.
“Then save them. Find me, Sanctus. And Save them.”
Click.
The screen flickers off, leaving us with Sanctus stood alone in the circle of corpses, a challenge before him.
Cut.
CXDY & NIGEL ROYAL
We find ourselves outside a tall executive building. Impressive and imposing, the kind of building you know important deals are cut in. Outside the front doors, nobe other that CXDY.
CXDY looks confident, but without arrogance. Determined. In his eyes, one can see that his own words are still ringing in his ears.
’I’m finished with the means to an end…’
It seems that the violent, revenge-fuelled CXDY that we have come to know recently truly has turned over a new leaf. Thoughts of his family in his mind.
“I’ll make you both proud.” He muses aloud to himself.
Only… He closes his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them again, there is a noticeable change. His eyes are darker, deeper and more lifeless. Even his breathing seems to have changed to a more shallow breath. Reaching the front door of the building he enters, marching right over to the reception area of the large executive building, the nameplate of Berkshire Ellison Green that once adorned the wall now replaced with a new name.
“Where is Nigel Royal?”
CXDY’s voice is gruff and angered. A complete 180 from his voice we had heard moments earlier. He draws his switchblade, flicking out the sharp blade and directing the point towards the receptionist who trembles in fear.
“Bitch, I don’t want to ask twice because next time, I’m not asking nicely.”
The blade presses against her throat, but CXDY pulls back slightly. Blinking rapidly, fighting the darkness that has taken over him.
“No. This is not me. This is not the way.”
But with the next blink, the darkness resumes its control and he simply stares down the receptionist. That is until a familiar voice breaks the tension.
“Get that knife away from her throat, you sorry sack of manure.”
Nigel Royal. His presence turns CXDY’s attention, and his blade in a new direction. Nigel keeps a safe distance, weary but unwavering.
“What in the hell do you want with me?”
CXDY snarls, keeping the blade pointing at Royal.
“Simple. You’re next in line. I’m here for revenge, and I will get my pound of flesh one way or another.”
Nigel smiles, holding his hands up in surrender. He is about to open his mouth, but at that moment, CXDY blinks again, fighting the darkness within. He drops the switchblade in his inner battle. When he opens his eyes again, he takes one look at the scene he has created before him and turns on his heels.
“This is not making them proud.”
With that, CXDY bolts out of the door, without so much as a how-de-doo, leaving Nigel Royal to sort out the compensation payment he is about to fork out to his receptionist.
Cut.
ZERO © VS. TENCHU
Can the 21st-century hacker overcome old-school, low-tech!?
Tenchu towers over Zero, but the augmented, reigning VHS Champion isn’t intimidated. He shotputs his 16th-century foe into the ropes… HIIIGH BACK BODY DROP! Tenchu splats into the mat, only to instantly spring to his feet—BIONIC HANDSTAND HEADSCISSOR TAKEDOWN! The hacker crashes Tenchu. ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! The Odawara steward has slept for long enough.
Zero-1-0 overclocks his arm… FIREWALL—DENIED! Tenchu dodges the bionic clothesline. The Metal Shadow blue-screens the VHS Champion with a hurricanrana! He stands over him… GROUNDED SHOOTING STAR PRESS! Amazing agility by the 6’7”, 250-pounder. He darts onto the apron, then catapults himself into a hilo! ONE… TWO… SHOULDER UP! Zero isn’t shutting down yet.
Tenchu stalks his enhanced-human opponent… HIDDEN BLADE—MISSES! Zero ducks the busaiku knee kick. He hoists the robot-assassin onto his shoulders… CPU DRIVER – BURNING HAMMER! ONE… TWO… TWO-POINT-NINE! Tenchu’s mission isn’t finished. Zero holds his bionic hand aloft, waiting – GOOZLE! He powers him up… ABSOLUTE ZERO—ARM DRAG! Kodokushi counters the chokeslam!
The matrix rolls onto his feet. Tenchu immediately scoops him up… LETHAL BLOW – DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! ONE… TWO… THR—NO! Zero narrowly avoids three. Showing no mercy, Tenchu pulls the Champion up into a double underhook… ODAWARA SENT—Zero spins out of the facebuster—PUNK CITY KILLER! The stunner drops Tenchu. ONE… TWO… THREEE!!!
Zero is STILL the VHS Champion!
BANZAN & DARKLORD
Sat stoically in front of a small television, we find Banzan. The Mountain has a scowl on his face, and his entire body seems rigid.
Perhaps the wellspring is about to overflow?
“There he is!” A voice calls off screen.
Banzan turns with a rush to see none other than Darklord enter his field of view.
“There who is?” Banzan replies, his voice at a growl, darker than we are used to.
The Carthian looks him up and down.
“I saw what you did to the Viking.” Darklord states. “Your power is beyond that of the puny men I’ve waded through on this planet. The Mountain has become humanity’s greatest threat, and that interests me greatly.”
Banzan pushes Darklord back up against the wall, the Carthian’s eyes narrowing in response.
“Do you wish to die?” Banzan growls. “Further insult will bring that wish to fruition.”
“You’re now Earth’s mightiest warrior, Banzan.” Darklord offers in retort. “It’s only proper that I show you the superiority of the Carthian. I have come to ask for a fight.”
Banzan takes a deep breath.
WHAM! RIGHT HAND FROM BANZAN!
THE MOUNTAIN THROWS DARKLORD UP AGAINST THE WALL, SENDING CONCRETE, BRICK, AND DUST EVERYWHERE!
HE NEARLY DESTROYED THAT SOLID WALL!
BUT DARKLORD IS GETTING THE FUCK RIGHT BACK UP!
MAGGA!
Darklord goes down from that, and Banzan kicks him while he’s down, the darkness taking hold.
“There’s your fight.” Banzan roars. “You won’t walk away from the second.”
As Banzan walks off, enraged, we see Darklord sit up. His mouth can’t be seen, but his eyes tell the tale.
He’s very pleased.
“It’s on, Banzan.”
Cut.
DEATHNOTE © VS. KAINE KNIGHTLORD
Deathnote dominated the Rewind Title in season four but he faces a new challenge tonight in the mysterious Kaine Knightlord. Can The HellBat re-write the pages of history and take gold home tonight?
They come together in a clinch. Knightlord has the height and size advantage and gets in some knee strikes, forcing Deathnote to his knees…JUST A BITE!!!! The HellBat is gnawing away at the forehead, blood dribbling down the God of The New World. But the champ counters, lifting Knightlord onto his shoulders….GATHER THY SOUL!!!!
The Author of Death climbs to the top rope….KISS OF DEATH!!! The Dark Detective rolls clear and big flying forearm smash rocks Deathnote. Then comes the ripcord clothesline followed by the northern lariat…BLOODY STREAM!!! ONE….TWO….THREE….NEW CHAMPION-NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!!
Knightlord peels Deathnote off the mat, looking for that pumphandle brainbuster…BLOOD DRIVER…REVERSAL!!! Deathnote with the burning hammer and he grants Knightlord his DYING WISH!!!! ONE…TWO…..THREE…KICKOUT!!!
Deathnote is tamping, ripping off the turnbuckle cover, he wants to introduce The HellBat to steel. But a counter from Knightlord…RUNNING BULLDOG ONTO THE EXPOSED STEEL!!! Knightlord wants to finish this with NIGHT RAID – BUT A COUNTER!!!! Deathnote twists out….TURN THE PAGE!!! ONE….TWO……THREEE!!!
Knightlord brought his A-game on debut but Deathnote’s grip on the Rewind Title remains strong!
LUKE STORM
Recorded Earlier.
As the sun sets in Hollywood, we settle upon a small village of trailers, with various people buzzing around with clipboards and styrofoam cups of strong coffee. Nestled slightly apart from the rest of the trailers, and behind a light security detail, is one trailer that looks particularly attractive.
Through the window we see a familiar face.
“I’m so glad you decided to sign that contract and accept my offer to star in Blockbuster, Luke,” begins David Steinberg.
We’re inside the office now and can see Luke sat on the opposite David, a huge mahogany desk separating them.
“It’s going to be HUGE!”
“Mr. Steinberg…” starts Storm.
“Call me David, Luke.”
“David,” he corrects himself. “It’s been a great first day on set, but I’m curious. Who is this friend of yours that recommended me? I’ve been wracking my brain all week.”
David waves away the question with an authoritative grin.
“Listen Luke, you don’t need to know that just yet. He is on set with us, and I’m sure I’ll get to introduce you at some point. He is a very good friend of mine. So good he gets the trailer only second to this one! But don’t you think about him just yet. Think about how you’re spending the money we’ll make from this movie!”
Luke, still unsure, tries his best to act like he agrees with David. He doesn’t want to upset the biggest director in Hollywood after all, not just after he gets his foot in the door.
“Well, thank you Mr. St- I mean David. If we’re all done here, I’d like to head home. I’m beat.”
“Of course,” David responds, offering out a hand, stretching slightly over his huge desk. “Make sure you get a good night’s rest. We have another packed day tomorrow.”
Luke reaches out to meet David’s hand, but as he looks down to grasp it for the handshake, his face changes. His eyes become piercing, his jaw clenches, and he leaves the room without another word. David starts to adjust his cufflinks, and as the camera pans down we see what Storm saw.
The tip of a forked tongue tattooed on his inner wrist.
Cut.
SIMON & TENCHU
Tenchu is walking down the halls of the Slaughterhouse analyzing every new sight he sees.
Clap Clap Clap
After hearing that sound Tenchu begins frantically looking around him.
“Calm down, it’s only me, nothing to worry about.”
Tenchu focuses on where the voice is coming from.
It’s Simon.
Tenchu speaks.
“Calming down would be irrational when a new entity approaches.”
Simon nods and replies.
“Understood my metallic friend, it’s better to be safe and all that. However, I don’t want to be seen as a new entity nor a stranger, I want to be seen as a potential partner to help you in your goals as well as my own. Maybe even friends, does this sound intriguing to you?”
Tenchu replies.
“It is an intriguing possibility but I have a few questions.”
Simon nods and says.
“Go ahead and shoot.”
Tenchu doesn’t hesitate to speak.
“First, why should I trust you? Second, why are you asking me? Lastly, what would you want me to do?”
Simon answers each question in order.
“Never said you should, we can make a contract if you’d like to know what a partnership would entail. You can read and sign it next week if you want. I’m asking you because you impressed me in your match against Zero, not many can look that good against a double champ here. Lastly, I want you to do what you do best. I need protection and I need you to take down all who stand in my way.”
Tenchu nods and responds.
“Acceptable answer, what will be my compensation?”
Simon answers.
“Compensation and duties will be shown at the contract signing next week. Will you make it?”
Tenchi nods and replies.
“I’ll be there, just make sure it’s worth the ink on the page and my time.”
Simon smiles and speaks.
“It will be.”
Simon walks away smiling.
Tenchu nods his head and walks the other way, he is simply wondering what will be on the page at next week’s contract signing.
Cut.
ALBERT SHAW © VS. JESSIE WILLIAMS
The Guv’nor tamed a viper to claim the Double Features title towards the end of last season but now a prince has stepped up to try and usurp the throne.
Before the official can signal the timekeeper to start the bout, Shaw runs at Jessie and kicks clean in the nuts. DING! DING! The Guv’nor has The Prince exactly how he wants him now and runs him face first into a turnbuckle, then wraps the ropes around Jessie’s throat and begins to use the body of The Prince as a punching bag.
The official gives Shaw a rebuke and tells him to break it up, helping to release Williams. But there is no let-up from The Guv’nor…GBH!!!! MISSES!!! Williams evades and Shaw is straddling the top rope. Uppercut from Jessie, then a tornado kick….GROOVY ECLIPSE!!!! Shaw crashes to the concrete.
Jessie comes over the top rope, slingshot swanton bomb….CALL OF THE CHOSEN!!! Williams rolls Shaw into the ring….ONE….TWO….….NEW CHAMPION….NO!!!! KICKOUT!!! The Prince peels Shaw off the mat but takes a thumb to the eye and a LOW BLOW!!! Shaw slips on brass knux and swings at The Prince….BUT JESSIE DUCKS!!! AND A BOOMSTICK!!!!
But it only grazed Shaw, who showed great pugilist skills to evade the blow. Jessie charges up the gauntlet, he’s looking for BOOYAH…BUT A GBH!!!! SHAW ALMOST DECAPITATES THE PRINCE….ONE…..TWO……THREEE!!!!
The Guv’nor retains the title but The Prince remains unbowed.
MORDECAI
Closed eyes flutter beneath lids.
A voice softly speaks.
We simply watch the eyes.
“Two things have always existed in the universe. Even before humanity, darkness and light existed.”
“For every moment of darkness, there was a moment of light.”
“I don’t know the ins and the outs of the universe; I won’t even pretend to know the idea behind creation or why we came to be. All I know is that when humanity began, so did I.”
“When people closed their eyes, the universe would provide them with a succession of images, ideas, emotions and sensations. These would be involuntarily and uncontrollable. They would function in the mind, when asleep and sometimes be remembered once awake.”
“You’ve come to know them as dreams.”
“I was created to guard these dreams; to be a Gatekeeper and ensure that they were safe and comforting. If a dream became too much, I could sense the elevation in your heart rate and I would wake you, to save you from yourself.”
“I would take you from the dream realm to the real world.”
“There, you would be safe.”
“There, you would be awake.”
“Until now.”
The eyes stop flickering and abruptly open with a gasp.
Cut.
VOYNICH © VS. SIMON
The match is set to begin but only Voynich is in the ring! He looks around uncharacteristically angrily, Simon nowhere to be found!
Voynich tell the referee to call the bell, arguing with the official before the match has even begun!
But what’s this? Simon comes out from under the ring and sneaks in behind Voynich!
LOWBLOW! SIMON JUST HIT THE WORLD CHAMPION WITH A MASSIVE LOWBLOW AND FOLLOWS UP WITH A ROLLUP!
ONE!
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TWO!
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SIMON HAS THE TIGHTS! NO!
THREE!- KICKOUT! 2.99999 ON THE VERY FIRST MOVE OF THE MATCH!
The Taskmaster came to win and he proves it as he lays into Voynich with ruinous kicks! Heel meets skull over and over again!
SIMON LEAPS UP! THE FINAL WORD! CURBSTOMP- NO!
VOYNICH NARROWLY AVOIDS IT BY ROLLING AWAY! AND SIMON LANDS HEEL FIRST IN THE MAT!
The world champ rolls to his feet and hits the ropes just as quickly!
HAMMERSTONE! SUPERMAN PUNCH KNOCKS SIMON RIGHT BACK TO THE 1700s!
Barely into the match and Voynich is already on his knees trying to catch his breath as Simon fights to his feet! Both men are up and they rush one another, getting into a collar and elbow tie up as both vie for advantage! Simon lays into Voynich with a nasty European uppercut that rocks him!
He whips him into the ropes AND GOES FOR THE GAMBIT! SPINNING BACKFIST!
VOYNICH DUCKS IT! HE HITS THE FAR ROPES AND COMES BACK WITH THE ISHTAR GATE- NO! SIMON DUCKS THE LARIAT AND VOYNICH BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES…
AND RIGHT INTO THE CATALAN OPENING! KNEE TREMBLER! FUCKING KNEE TREMBLER FROM SIMON!
The impact sends Voynich fucking sprawling on the mat, bouncing across the ring! He tries to fight to his feet but Simon is stalking him! He’s four moves ahead and he knows just how to end a match!
TORRE ATTACK! BULLDOG RIGHT INTO THE FUCKING TURNBUCKLE! VOYNICH IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN!
Simon yanks the Austrian out of the corner and goes for another pin!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE- NO! VOYNICH FOUND IT IN HIMSELF TO KICKOUT!
The Taskmaster pounds the mat in frustration, looking to the referee and arguing with him about the count! Meanwhile Voynich rolls to the outside where he has his bag! The Champ takes out the first aid kit and wraps up his head wound to stop the bleeding as Simon continues his argument!
He turns around just in time to see Voynich sliding into the ring and goes to continue his assault-
NO! VOYNICH SHINES A FLASHLIGHT INTO SIMON’S EYES! THE TASKMASTER IS BLINDED AND VOYNICH SWINGS AWAY WITH THE TOOL!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
ONE TO THE JAW! ONE TO THE ORBITAL BONE! AND THE LAST TO THE TOP OF THE HEAD SENDS SIMON RIGHT INTO THE GOD DAMN DIRT!
Voynich looks to the referee almost expecting a DQ! But the referee allows it! The Darkness has truly affected everyone in OSW! Voynich doesn’t look a gift horse in the mouth and mounts Simon, swinging away with wild lefts followed by a shot with his flashlight!
SIMON IS SPORTING HIS OWN CRIMSON MASK!
The assault just won’t stop and Voynich looks like he’ll do anything to keep Simon down!
NO! MACE TO THE EYES! SIMON PULLED THAT SPRAY OUT OF NOWHERE AND JUST DOUSED VOYNICH WITH IT!
The Best Kept Secret stumbles off of Simon and towards the ropes! The Taskmaster rushes forward and goes for clothesline- Voynich ducks it! Simon lands on the apron!
HOTSHOT TO SIMON! THROAT MEET ROPE AND SIMON MEET FLOOR AS HE GETS FLUNG TO RINGSIDE!
The champ has gotten his second wind as he drops his flashlight and gets onto the apron, staring down Simon and begging for him to stand up! Simon obliges and Voynich gets a running start on the apron!
LEAPING ISHTAR GATE! FLYING LARIAT NEARLY FUCKING DECAPITATES SIMON AS BOTH MEN CRASH TO THE MAT!
This match has been pure brutality since the bell has rung and now neither one seems to be moving! The referee looks to reluctantly begin counting both men out when Voynich shows signs of life! The Best Kept Secret slowly but surely climbs to his feet!
He peels Simon off of the mat and flings him into the ring! He takes a second to catch his breath but as soon as he does Simon has rolled out! Voynich gets between the ropes and Simon rejoins the ring with a chair in hand! He has his Equalizer!
VOYNICH RUSHES FORWARD AND DUCKS A CHAIR SHOT! SIMON TURNS AROUND INTO A DROPKICK THAT SENDS HIM TO THE MAT!
The chair hits the ground and Simon stumbles into Voynich’s arms!
MONOLITH! BRAINBUSTER RIGHT ONTO THE GOD DAMN STEEL CHAIR! VOYNICH COVERS!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
NO!
SIMON REFUSES TO LOSE THIS WAY! HE KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!
Voynich wants to get to his feet first but Simon uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet! He has his Equalizer!
AND HE USES IT TO GREAT EFFECT AS HE CLUBS VOYNICH WITH THE CHAIR RIGHT ON TOP OF THE FUCKING SKULL!
Simon opens the chair up in the middle of the ring! He pulls Voynich onto the seat and hits the ropes!
THE LAST WORD! CURBSTOMP! NO! ELBOW TO GUT BY VOYNICH! HE HEFTS SIMON UP! MONOLITH! A SECOND GOD DAMN BRAINBUSTER CRUMPLES THE CHAIR INWARD AS VOYNICH COLLAPSES ON TOP OF SIMON!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!?
THREE!
Voynich has done it! Despite all the dirty moves, all the sneaky tricks! He is still the OSW World Champion!
ALBERT SHAW & SEESAW
Tomorrow Morning.
A high rise apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. The perfect bachelor pad for an up and coming man with a lot of money in his pocket.
Sleeping peacefully on a king-sized bed is none other than Albert Shaw.
But a sound, an awful, scraping sound, causes him to stir in his sleep.
He blinks a few times, opens his eyes, goes to stretch…
But he can’t.
His arms, his legs…
They’re shackled to the bed.
Scraaaape.
Albert, not one to panic, searches for the source of that sound.
SeeSaw.
He stands in the corner of the room, sharpening a long, and threatening knife. He smiles at Shaw.
“Good morning,” SeeSaw says. “It’s, uh… Knife to see you, Shaw.”
Shaw’s eyebrows furrow as a chuckle escapes his lips.
“Wow,” Albert says. “Quite impressive.”
“The knife?” SeeSaw replies. “Yeah, she’s a beauty.”
“Not the knife you fucking twat,” Shaw replies. “It’s just until now, every time I’ve woken up shackled to a bed, there’s been a bird there, waiting to suck my cock. But a clown? Well, first time for everything and all that.”
The SeeSaw of the past would have lost his cool at such a slight.
But this is a different SeeSaw. He just smiles and walks over to Shaw’s bedside.
“Cute,” SeeSaw exclaims. “I like your guts.”
SeeSaw quickly cuts the cheeks of Albie, causing him to wince.
“I like them a lot actually. Your guts.” SeeSaw flips the knife in the air, catches it. “You know, I used to want a playmate really bad. It was all I ever wanted. But I’ve grown Albie. Matured. I no longer desire a playmate.”
“Get to the point, dickhead,” Shaw says.
“Don’t worry,” SeeSaw replies. “The point’s going to get to you soon enough.”
SeeSaw places the point of the knife into Shaw’s belly. Shaw struggles to free himself, but to no avail.
“As I was saying. Playmates? Those are the desires of children. What I want now that I’m all grown up is a plaything.”
SeeSaw smiles, showing all his teeth.
“And you, Albie? Well, you’re my plaything. The way I see it, you’re already a toy in my toy box. And if you just so happen to end up broken before Up In Smoke? Well, who cares? That’s the thing about a plaything, Shaw. They aren’t special. They’re disposable.”
SeeSaw leans towards Shaw’s face and whispers menacingly, “You’re disposable.”
Shaw spits in SeeSaw’s face.
SeeSaw smiles, lets Shaw’s saliva rest on his cheek.
“As I said, I like your guts.” SeeSaw giggles. “I like them a lot. So much so, I think I’ll take a closer look.”
SeeSaw SHOVES the knife into Shaw’s belly!
Shaw SCREAMS in pain as the darkness floods the screen.
Cut.