SEESAW, KAINE KNIGHTLORD, VIPER ROBERTS, CAEL GABLE & ISRAEL GRIMWOLF
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
We’re back where we left off…back in the Toy Box.
And in the midst of blaring big band music, we’re set for a collision between SeeSaw and Kaine Knightlord, the latter of which is willing to accept the danger in this fight.
After all, no one who’s faced SeeSaw in his domain has survived.
Unfortunately for the Toybox King, the opportunity never comes.
CRASH!
The door to the Toy Box buckles under the pressure forced upon it as Viper Roberts, Cael Gable, and Israel Grimwolf come rushing in. This angers Mr. Make Believe as he turns his attention to the invaders…but before he can enact his revenge, Viper speaks up.
“I knew this would happen.”
He steps out in front, drawing a snarl from SeeSaw.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Snakebite?”
It’s a sentiment shared by a slowly approaching Knightlord, keeping a safe distance from his near-attacker as Roberts looks around sternly. He notices the window and gets just a glimpse of a portal closing.
“Sigil.”
That look doesn’t leave his face as Roberts turns his attention back to SeeSaw and Kaine.
“He’s done this before. He has a bit of a…knack…for pulling strings, and is trying to do with us what he did with his previous foes. He’d have us all kill each other if it meant an easy path for him to take the Invasion briefcase for his own.”
This gets no reaction for a brief moment, finally cut by a chuckle from SeeSaw.
“So we cut the puppet master’s strings.”
Roberts nods in agreement.
“Exactly.”
There’s a moment of tension between the five of them, but SeeSaw interjects once again.
“Alright, then. I will spare you my wrath just this once, on two conditions. One, we look to take out that silly Sigil and level the playing field for the rest of us.”
He goes quiet after this, the tension starting to build once more until Gable speaks up.
“What’s the other condition?”
SeeSaw grins, pointing at the broken door.
“One of you needs to pay for damages.”
This causes the Cackling Madcap to live up to his name, nearly out of control with his laughter much to the concern of the other four. SeeSaw eventually stops, only to point at the doorway as he shouts.
“Now get outta here!”
Recognizing their one opportunity to escape the Toy Box unscathed, the rest take heed of this instruction and make their exit to leave us with a still-grinning SeeSaw.
Moments later, we find ourselves at the dock, where we notice a look of hesitation from Israel Grimwolf…as does Gable, who has a gut feeling what the issue is.
“You’re not going to Invasion, are you?”
Grimwolf slowly shakes his head, pulling the map out from his coat pocket to examine it.
“An old salt like me knows when he needs to ship back out to sea, and if there’s a chance me crew is out there in the Locker, it’s back to the sea I go…and I could use me first mate on the voyage.”
The captain extends a hand, but after a moment Gable shakes his head.
“I’m sorry, O captain my captain…but that journey is yours and yours alone. Mine is to go after this opportunity, and I can’t pass it up.”
Grimwolf gives a nod of acknowledgement.
“Aye, me lad…nor can I. Best of luck as ye go for that loot, me boy.”
“Thanks, I hope you find your crew.”
At this, the two shake hands before Israel heads off, stashing away his map as he makes haste to return to his ship for the journey ahead. Gable sees him off, watching as his tag partner…his captain…his friend leaves for the next big adventure.
He then looks back inland, realizing his adventure has just taken a new turn.
Cut.
CXDY & SANCTUS BELLATOR
Church.
One of the last places you’d expect to see a man like CXDY willingly spending his free time.
“Listen, I’m happy for the help, but don’t think you’re going to convert me or something. Got it?”
The Gold Standard, of course, is speaking to the very man who brought him to this run down building. Sanctus Bellator. The Holy Warrior sits in a pew across from CXDY, cracking a small smile as CXDY speaks.
“I thought nothing of the sort. I only brought you here because it’s a sanctuary where I feel we’ll be undisturbed.”
Sanctus stands up from his pew, walking over to CXDY who looks up at him from his seat, raising an eyebrow.
“Undisturbed? For what?”
“Well, for a moment of reflection. You see, I originally helped you because you were attacked by The Impaler and I couldn’t abide by letting him torment more innocent people. But the more I see you, the more I think you need more than my physical help. I think you could use… a guide.”
CXDY rolls his eyes, leaning back in his pew.
“Sanctus, I don’t need a guide, what I need is to get Royal to leave me and my family alone. As far as I see it, the best way to do that is an ass kicking.”
Sanctus thinks for a moment, then chuckles.
“Well, allow me to put it this way. I see you want to be a better person, and I want to help you with that. Be it by helping your violent urges… or by showing you a better way to use them.”
CXDY perks up, smirking.
“Is that so?”
“Of course. The lord teaches us that we must turn the other cheek… but one thing I have learned in my time, you see, is that while we turn our cheek, nothing is to stop us from striking the offender on theirs.”
CXDY leaps to his feet, looking over his sunglasses at Bellator.
“Now that’s the kind of scripture I can get behind. Did you have something in mind?”
Sanctus nods his head, saying something to CXDY as the scene fades out.
Cut.
THE IMPALER vs. SIR RENAULT vs. KAINE KNIGHTLORD
In-ring action inside The Slaughterhouse opens tonight with a one-fall to a finish bout involving a vampire, a fallen knight seeking holy redemption and a murderous masked villain!
The Impaler and Sir Renault stand in the ring, Kaine Knightlord is nowhere to be seen. The Last Crusader offers a chivalrous hand to The Dread Pite….ADAM SMASHER!!!! No hand shakes from Legion!!! The Impaler lifts Sir Renault and lands a stiff headbutt. The Fallen Holy Knight stumbles onto the ropes, Legion charges in…DROP TOE HOLD onto the bottom rope.
Sir Renault drags The Impaler off the ropes…THE PENTANGLE!!!! It’s the CHOKE FOR CHASTITY!!! The Impaler is trapped, he has to tap out….DARKNESS!!! The lights come back on, The HellBat is in the middle of the ring. Sir Renault releases and stands…lou thesz press!!! JUST A BITE!!!! Knightlord sinks his teeth into The Last Crusader’s shoulder and blood sprays all over the ring.
Knightlord gets to his feet….ADAM SMASHER!!! The Dark Detective is turned inside out. The Impaler lifts Knightlord, looking for the NIGHT CITY BLACKOUT!!! But Knightlord slips free and counters with BLOODY STREAM!!!! Cover for ONE….TWO…NO!!! Sir Renault breaks the fall!
Knightlord gets back to his feet, he tries for another bite of The Fallen Holy Knight but Sir Renault is too quick and slips behind…German Suplex…Half Nelson Suplex…Dragon Suplex…..the three suplex combination completes THE HOLY TRINITY and Sir Renault bridges…ONE…..TWO…..SAVED!!! The Impaler drags up Sir Renault….NIGHT CITY BLACKOUT for ONE….TWO…..THREEEE!!!!
The Impaler takes another two scalps inside The Slaughterhouse!
JESSIE WILLIAMS & TENCHU
“I doubt that the boomstick could even really hurt that thing… I need to think outside the box on this one.”
Jessie Williams. The monster hunter in training sits in a back room, loading shells into his shotgun, a plethora of different cartridges laid out on the table in front of him.
“Slugs might work? But I’d probably need something armor piercing, and even then there’s no guarantee it’ll do anything other than slow it down. Maybe if I got my hands on his head I could… reprogram him? I’d have to find a way to trap him first.”
As he talks to himself, we see a shadow slowly edging from the darkness, moving so quietly that its footsteps may as well not even exist.
Tenchu.
The Odowara Guardian clasps his hand around the hilt of his katana, moving closer to Jessie, a shadow in the night.
His objective? Incapacitate Jessie Williams.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
The sound of an alarm goes off as Tenchu steps through the doorway! A motion tracker set up just outside of the door!
IN ONE SWIFT MOTION TENCHU UNSHEATHES HIS BLADE AND SLICES AT JESSIE WHO NARROWLY AVOIDS CERTAIN DEATH THANKS TO HIS ALARM!
The table is cut in two! Shotgun shells fly in all directions as Jessie grabs the boomstick and levels it at Tenchu!
What Jessie lacks as a killer, he makes up for a survivor.
BANG!
A shotgun blast sends Tenchu back as Jessie rolls away, exiting out of a secondary door on the far side of the room.
But Tenchu isn’t fazed. No, the Kodokushi stands tall, sheathing his blade.
The hunt is on.
Cut.
DARKLORD & BANZAN
A tense situation is unfolding in a backstage room.
A table sits between two behemoths.
Banzan.
Darklord.
The latter holds a rolled up parchment in his hand, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
“How?” Banzan asks.
“My ways are not yours.” Darklord responds. “My logic is not of your pathetic world. None stand in the way of a conqueror looking for fresh territory.”
He spreads the bloody parchment over the table, small rivulets of blood staining the wood beneath. The blood stains appear to all circle one location.
“There are those who know more than they should walking these streets.” The Carthian says. “Well, knew would be a more apt word to use. They were protecting something. Or someone, perhaps. But their locations all triangulate around this spot on the map.”
He points at the area surrounded by blood.
“This is my offering to you, monk.” Darklord declares. “I will help you find the Viking. So that he can be the final offering between us, the sacrifice of this world to a merciful God King.”
Banzan lowers his head, a mixture of anger and regret on his face.
“I accept this offering.” He says after a moment. “But you will follow my lead. I care not who dies on the road we are about to take, but once we have arrived, Helvig is not to be harmed until we learn the truth behind all this.”
Darklord snorts.
“We ride at first light.”
He walks away, leaving Banzan to stew.
Cut.
CAEL GABLE vs. MORDECAI
When a man of Cael Gable’s athletic prowess takes on the force of nature that is Mordecai, who will even capable of uttering the words “I Quit”?
Mordecai immediately makes the most of his size advantage, wearing the Olympian down with some heavy strikes to control the pace in his favor. He hoists Gable up onto his shoulders, the gold medalist wincing in pain as Mordecai makes a full rotation while damaging the back of Gable! NEUROSIS!
The ref checks on Gable, but his tenacity shines as he refuses to quit. Mordecai continues the attack until Gable starts fighting back. With his punches having little effect on the Gatekeeper of Dreams, Gable slips out of his reach before locking in a rear naked choke! SILENCE IS GOLDEN!
Mordecai struggles a bit, but hasn’t left his feet yet…choosing instead to step back, eventually driving the Olympia straight into the turnbuckle! This forces Gable to break the hold, but also results in the Gatekeeper leaving his feet for the first time tonight as he drops down to the canvas.
Gable senses his opportunity and goes for it, quickly locking in the rear naked choke once more…but Silence is NOT Golden for Mordecai, who refuses to quit…forcing Gable to wrench the hold even tighter! Moredcai is fading, finally relenting when the ref asks if he quits with a silent nod!
While not the most audible of surrenders, it’s enough to mark a big win for Cael Gable!
SANDMAN, ALBERT SHAW & VOYNICH
The glint of light reflecting off the OSW Championship. A bright light, shining down upon the dirt where one hand reaches out for the belt.
Just out of reach.
Albert Shaw crawls towards it, but try as he might he just cannot reach his belt. From behind, he is pulled backwards, a hand on his ankle.
The hand belonging to Voynich.
“It’s mine.” Voynich snarls at him, kicking Shaw in the ribs as he passes him.
Voynich dives at the belt, but is stopped abruptly as if jumping into an invisible brick wall. He crumples to a heap next to Shaw.
“Wrong.” The voice whispers but seems to boom out, filling the air.
“Everything you both worked for will come crashing down. Your kingdom is already crumbling, Shaw. I will destroy your empire of sand.”
Sandman appears from nowhere, grabbing the OSW Championship in one hand and Voynich by the throat in the other.
“And you… You want this, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes. You would kill for this gold. Just finish what you started. This is no different than pulling the trigger. He tried to kill you too, after all.”
Sandman drops Voynich, who looks upon the struggling Shaw. For a fleeting moment, Voynich forgets about the gold in Sandman’s hand and looks upon his foe with murder in his eyes.
Then everything fades.
And we find ourselves back in the Slaughterhouse. The Sandman has gone, leaving the Championship belt just out of the reach of both Voynich and Shaw.
They seem completely unaware of the change of scene. Voynich still looks upon Shaw with that look in his eyes.
And Shaw looks back upon Voynich with the same look in his.
Somewhere in the background, we hear the sinister laughter of the Sandman.
All that glitters… is fucked.
Cut.
SANCTUS BELLATOR vs. DEATHNOTE ©
Will the light burn out, or will the pages of The Notebook crumble!?
Ladders at ringside, tables propped against turnbuckles, folded and unfolded steel chairs all over – TLC doesn’t stand for tender loving care here! Both nimble, surefooted competitors tie-up… Sanctus sends Deathnote into the corner with a hurricanrana! ’Note, however, slams on the breaks, spinning round… CRUNCH – DYING WISH THROUGH THE TABLE! The burning hammer demolishes Bellator.
Deathnote scales the empty corner. KISS OF DEA—CRUMPLE! Sanctus blocks the diving double-foot stomp with a chair! The Author of Death writhes in agony, allowing The Templar to grab a ladder… Diving double-foot stomp – TERRA TREMUIT! Solomon looks down with pride. ’Note rolls outside, Sanctus pursuing—CLATTER! Bellator gets a faceful of ladder.
What the…!? Deathnote traps Sanctus inside the ladder, lifting it awkwardly… GATHER THY SOUL – GO 2 SLEEP! A sandwiched Bellator hits the floor! Freeing him, ‘Note rolls him back in. ONE… TWO… TH—KICKOUT! Time to end this, Deathnote gestures. He props a chair open, then grabs Sanctus. TURN THE PAGE, AKA SISTER ABI—BLOCKED!
The Chosen One hoists Deathnote up… KA-RUNCH! YAHWEH’S SIGN—crucifix powerbomb—THROUGH A TABLE! ONE… TWO… THR—SHOULDER UP! Sanctus keeps the faith. He erects a ladder in the middle of the ring, then climbs it – towing Deathnote behind him. Oh, no… IMPERTI—NOOO! ‘Note counters the Spanish Fly. TURN THE PAAAGE! SISTER ABIGAIL FIFTEEN FEET IN THE AIR! ONE… TWO… THREEE!!!
The Notebook never lies.
CORVUS AND DEATHNOTE
As Deathnote walks away from the entrance curtain, Corvus drops down behind him. The Crow quickly wraps a garrote around the Shinigami’s throat, Deathnote just barely getting a hand up to prevent being strangled.
“I see you have no problem leading others to their death, but when faced with it yourself you cower.”
Deathnote struggles against the force, Corvus being well versed enough to keep his head out of reach of any blow the Shinigami could through.
“I like to put on a show. I figured that’s why you were there last week, watching that little group do their thing.”
Deathnote coughs out as he manages to get himself free.
“A show? You thought that was a show?”
“For you, yes. A show of what people are willing to do to stay a way from a more terrifying fate.”
Corvus gets into the face of Deathnote.
“Death isn’t a joke, it’s not a show.”
“You’re so unimaginative. You kill for yourself. I kill to free people from the pain of this world, to free them. That’s why people are willing to worship me. They see me as the bringer of the truest freedom. They hear my words, and they trust me about what they’ll face on the other side. I am the truth, unlike you.”
Corvus storms past Deathnote, only for the Shinigami to grab him by the shoulder.
“I haven’t forgotten. Those people that died, I freed them. I saw what awaited them. Each of them died because of you. Each one had betrayed someone in their stories. I’m showing you your future, what you can expect at Invasion.”
Deathnote finishes as Corvus pulls his shoulder free and walks away. Deathnote looks on, a grin forming across his face as he pulls out his notebook.
Cut
LUKE STORM & MORDECAI
Darkness.
And in that darkness gleam the eyes of Mordecai, as they concentrate.
And as the camera pans we see the subject of his intense focus.
Hollywood Luke Storm.
Napping in his locker room.
Mordecai looks perplexed, and lets out a small grunt of dissatisfaction, but this is enough to wake Storm. In one fluid movement, Storm turns on the lamp, jumps out of the chair and lunges for the intruder, but Mordecai has already moved out of reach.
As Storm realises who it is, he half-relaxes.
“What are you doing in here?” he asks.
“I couldn’t find you,” Mordecai starts. “In dreams.”
Luke smirks.
“Of course not.”
This perplexes Mordecai further.
“But you are sleeping. Explain yourself,” he demands.
“It’s simple, even for you. I’ve got no need for dreams. Dreams are for those who are chasing something, and since joining forces with Pyre and Zero, I’ve got everything I could ever want. When I sleep, I enjoy a dreamless sleep. It’s refreshing to not have all of those thoughts running through my head at night.”
Mordecai shakes his head.
“This is not good. I don’t know exactly what you have done but this changes things between us, Storm. You’re not the same man I entered into a pact with. You’ve changed.”
“I’ve evolved into something even greater than I was before.”
“Maybe you have evolved, but not all evolution is good, Storm. I’m concerned that your choices will have lasting consequences for the both of us.”
“So what are you going to do about it?” Storm asks, cockily.
“I want out,” Mordecai speaks, softly. “I want to break the tether.”
Cut.
SIMON VS. ALBERT SHAW ©
It’s the Taskmaster meeting the Champ here tonight. And one of these men is leaving in a damned ambulance!
Albert Shaw charges at his foe, lining up a wild swinging Clothesline, but Simon is nowhere to be found. The Taskmaster, a step ahead, had slipped out of the ring and is hightailing it in the direction of the waiting ambulance! SHAW CUTS OFF HIS PATH, LEAPING FROM THE RING TO TAKE HIM OUT! DIVING CROSS BODY!
The pair brawl their way up the entranceway, and Shaw drives Simon’s head into the ambulance. SKULL MEETS STEEL WITH A CYMBAL’S ECHO! But Simon battles back and drops Alby with a DROP TOE HOLD that slams him into the ambulance’s open door. SHAW IS BUSTED OPEN!
CATALAN OPEN… NO! SHAW BLOCKS THE KNEE! HE SPINS SIMON AROUND AND DROPS HIM WITH A STRAIGHTJACKET NECKBREAKER! A bloodied Shaw hurls Simon to his feet and pushes him into the Ambulance head first. Simon resists, holding onto the doorway, but Shaw slams his fingers with fists of his own and before long… Simon is inside!
Albert Shaw slams the back doors shut! SHAW HAS WON! No… Simon climbed out of the Driver’s door He escaped! He sneaks up behind Alby and grabs him by the head. BUT SHAW SPINS AROUND! FIVE… FINGER… DISCOUNT! SIMON IS BLIND! Alby grabs Simon around the throat… AND FLINGS HIM BACK INSIDE THE AMBULANCE! SHAW SLAMS THE DOOR A SECOND TIME! NO ESCAPE THIS TIME! ALBERT SHAW WINS!
SIMON, TWO-FACE, ZERO & PYRE
Albert Shaw has rolled out of the ring and Simon is pulling himself up when the lights go out!
They’re back on and Pyre and Zero are in the ring!
Punk City Killer!
Stunner to Simon!
Pyre laughs and speaks.
“Did you think that was a cute trick Simon? Do you remember what happened to the last bitch who used animals to mess with me?”
Soccer kick to the abdomen of Simon!
Simon tries to speak.
“It wasn’t…”
Another soccer kick! This time by Zero!
It’s Zero’s turn to speak.
“It wasn’t? It wasn’t you? Is that what you were about to say to me? Well, you see there were really only two options when I saw my belt missing and Two-Face isn’t here so…”
Zero nods to Pyre.
She throws her tag belt on her shoulder and climbs to the top rope!
Zero pulls Simon up!
Dancing Flames!
Eclipse by Pyre!
Simon’s jaw gets destroyed on the belt!
Zero and Pyre start stomping away on a knocked out Simon!
Zero starts to mock Two-Face while he’s stomping away.
“Come out you two-faced bitch, I didn’t know both sides of you were punks.”
The lights go out!
They come back on!
Nothing seems to be different!
Oh!
Pyre’s belt is gone!
Two-Face is on the stage with both belts on his shoulders and he’s speaking.
“You didn’t think we knew what was going to happen when we stole the first belt? You two are too confident for your own good, it’s why these weren’t hard at all to take. Too much gold and you forget about certain treasures. Next week at Invasion, we’re not only taking them, we’re making them our own.”
BMF is seething but instead of charging after Two-Face, Zero looks like he’s whispering a plan to Pyre. She’s nodding. If she likes a plan, Faces of Reason certainly won’t. They’re definitely noticed now.
Cut.
CXDY, SANCTUS BELLATOR, NIGEL ROYAL, & THE IMPALER
Nigel Royal’s backstage office.
The lavish room houses two of OSW’s most vile men. The Impaler, and Nigel Royal himself. Royal pours a glass of whiskey, looking towards the Impaler with a smirk.
“Would you like some? It’s been aged forty years.”
Impaler merely stares at Royal for a moment, looking at the bottle then back to him.
“I prefer not to poison my mind or body, Nigel. But we have… much to discuss. Namely, how we’re to deal with the… issue of Bellator becoming your pest’s personal savior.”
Royal shrugs, sipping his drink.
“I don’t believe it to be as big an issue as you think it is. I’ve arranged for a match at Invasion. We’ll get our hands on them soon enough.”
The Impaler frowns, standing up from his chair and turning towards the door.
“Inaction breeds failure, Nigel. We must keep pushing them, testing them. Let up for just one moment and they’ll think they can fight back.”
With that, Impaler leaves the office, the enigmatic figure disappearing down the hallway.
However, soon after he leaves, the sound of footsteps break the silence. Royal raises an eyebrow, going to see the source.
“Hey, Royal.”
Nigel has no time to respond as a massive superkick knocks him to the side!
BIG IN JAPAN! LARIAT FROM CXDY TAKES HIM DOWN!
Bellator and CXDY stand over Royal, The Gold Standard beginning to lay into Nigel with a flurry of kicks when Bellator pulls him off!
“No. You’ve struck him, but you do not need to brutalize him. We came to strike him on his cheek, we do not need to crush him.”
CXDY frowns but relents, looking down at the dazed Nigel for a moment before turning to Sanctus.
“Fine. But when we meet in the ring, don’t expect any restraint.”
“Of course. But that is combat. This is simply a lesson.”
CXDY nods his head, turning to leave, Sanctus leading the way.
“Now, we need to find The Impaler, I fear what may happen if we leave him out of our sights.”
As the two men walk away from the battered Royal, a figure reappears from the shadows. The Impaler himself having never truly left, somehow hiding in the darkness of the hallway. He chuckles, grabbing Nigel and slowly lifting him off the ground.
“I told you, Nigel. Inaction breeds failure. We must always strike first.”
Cut.
DARKLORD vs. SANDMAN
Two of OSW’s biggest monsters enter the ring. As the cell lowers one has to ask, can anything contain the carnage of what’s about to happen here?
Both monsters stare one another down, approaching slowly and meeting face to face! Darklord, somehow, finds a way to loom over Sandman! At first, nothing, the tension rising as The Harbingers lock eyes!
HEADBUTT BY SANDMAN!
RIGHT HOOK BY DARKLORD!
LEFTS!
RIGHTS!
An explosion of blows from both combatants starts us off as the ring rocks with each punch! Neither one budges a God Damned inch until Darklord whips Sandman into the ropes!
KNEEL FROM DARKLORD!
BIG BOOT FROM SANDMAN!
BOTH MEN ARE LAID OUT AS THE BOOTS CONNECT!
They only stay down for a few seconds before both wrestlers sit up! They lock eyes once more and Darklord reaches out! He grabs Sandman by the throat!
Sandman thrusts out his arm! He wraps all five fingers around Darklord’s neck!
The monsters to get to their feet, fight to try and pull the other into a chokeslam! It’s a battle of the goozles! Darklord looks to get the upper hand-
SAND TO THE FACE FROM SANDMAN! DARKLORD’S GOING NIGHTY NIGHT!
WAIT!
NO?
NO! DARKLORD’S MASK FILTERED OUT THE SAND! IT HAS NO EFFECT!
WARLORD’S HAND! CHOKESLAM TO SANDMAN! CHOKESLAM TO SANDMAN PLANTS THE DREAM DEMON INTO THE CANVAS!
Sandman couldn’t believe it! The Night Terror stumbles to his feet just for Darklord to shoulder check him into the nearest turnbuckle! He follows up with a plethora of short-arm clotheslines that nearly take Sandman’s head off! The God King has evil thoughts as he tries to force Sandman up!
PLIERS TO THE EYE! SANDMAN HAS HIS PLIERS AND HE BURIES THEM RIGHT INTO DARKLORD’S GOD DAMN EYE!
A thick, black blood pours from Darklord’s wound as Sandman flings him into the turnbuckle! A headbutt knocks The Carthian silly before Sandman hefts him up onto the top turnbuckle!
There’s no fucking way he’s going for this.
He can’t be serious!
SANDMAN HEAVES DARKLORD UP! SUPERPLEX! DARKLORD’S FUCKING FEET SCRAPE THE TOP OF THE CELL! THIRTEEN FEET! A COMBINED 900 POUNDS OF OSW’S BIGGEST MONSTERS PLUMMETS TO THE MAT AND THE WHOLE FUCKING ARENA SHAKES FROM THE IMPACT!
Sandman rolls over and barely gets the cover!
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT! DARKLORD GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
The God King is refusing to stay down, pushing Sandman off of him and trying to get to his feet! But Sandman is up first and he lays into his tag team partner with knee after knee to the face!
DARKLORD CATCHES ONE! HE GRABS HOLD OF SANDMAN AND LIFTS HIM OFF OF THE GROUND! SANDMAN TRIES TO STRUGGLE BUT DARKLORD TAKES A RUNNING START!
WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING!?
SUICIDE DIVE! DARKLORD SUICIDE DIVES WITH SANDMAN OVER THE TOP ROPE! BOTH MEN CRASH INTO THE CELL WALL AND BUST THROUGH THE WALL TO THE OUTSIDE! THE CELL WALL HAS BEEN BUSTED WIDE OPEN!
The chain holding the door closed snapped clean in two and both combatants lay motionless outside of the cell until Darklord slowly begins to stir! He grabs the guardrail outside and uses it to slowly get to his feet, turning around-
AND INTO THE DEEP SLEEP! END OF DAYS! SANDMAN WAS QUICK TO HIS FEET AND CAUGHT DARKLORD BY SURPRISE!
Darklord isn’t moving and Sandman lays into him with a flurry of boots, stomping a mudhole in him with everything he’s got! The Dream Demon reaches down, peeling Darklord up and looking back to the ring! He wants to end this!
ELBOW TO THE GUT BY DARKLORD! BLACK HOLE! SPIN-OUT POWERBOMB! DARKLORD IS STILL IN THIS!
The Carthian rises to his feet, reaching down for Sandman and yanking him to his feet!
WARLORD’S HAND- NO! DARKNESS!
The lights come back on and Darklord is empty handed! Sandman, however, stands at the top of the cell! The God King looks up at The Demon but he doesn’t go up! No, he walks to the ring… and grabs Voidbringer! He walks out-
AND FLINGS THAT MASSIVE HAMMER TO THE TOP OF THE CELL! THE METAL CAVES IN WHERE IT LANDS!
Darklord leaps, grabbing the cell wall and climbing as quickly as he while Sandman grabs for the hammer! Darklord gets to the top and Sandman swings Voidbringer!
DARKLORD CATCHES IT! THE MONSTERS BEGIN FIGHTING OVER THE HAMMER!
They both yank back and forth, vying for control!
KNEEL! SPARTAN KICK FROM DARKLORD KNOCKS SANDMAN BACK! DARKLORD SWINGS VOIDBRINGER DOWN BUT SANDMAN ROLLS OUT OF TEH WAY AND A HUGE SECTION OF THE CELL ROOF GIVES WAY! VOIDBRINGER GOES WITH IT!
Darklord looks down at the hole then back to Sandman! The Dream Demon rushes him!
SANDMAN JABS BOTH THUMBS INT DARKLORD’S EYES! THE PLIER WOUND FROM EARLIER IS STILL FRESH! AND FOR THE FIRST TIME DARKLORD LETS OUT A YELL OF PAIN! SANDMAN YANKS HIM TO THE SIDE AND BOTH MEN PLUMMET TO THE RING BELOW! THE RING NEARLY FUCKING COLLAPSES FROM THE IMPACT!
Sandman covers!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
THREE!
SANDMAN HAS IT!
The battle of two monsters has come to an end and Sandman has proven himself once again as the biggest terror in OSW!
SEESAW, KAINE KNIGHTLORD, VIPER ROBERTS, CAEL GABLE & SIGIL
Elsewhere.
Far from the most curious of eyes, we find ourselves inside an abandoned warehouse…but it’s not abandoned for long.
WHOOSH.
A flash of light is nearly blinding, as a portal opens to reveal Sigil, walking with a sense of swagger as the portal closes behind him. His apparent glee seems to dissipate as the Realm Walker looks around, as if sensing that he’s not alone.
He would be correct.
“I had a feeling you’d be here, Sigil.”
Out from the shadows steps Kaine Knightlord, much to the surprise of the Collector.
“How…?”
A rare smirk appears on the face of the Dark Detective.
“Everyone has patterns of travel, whether they walk, drive, or teleport. For someone who can travel wherever they so choose, you sure enjoy your secret hideouts.”
It’s a clever deduction that draws a slight chuckle from Sigil…who stops when he sees Knightlord joined by Gable, Viper, and SeeSaw, the latter of whom speaks up with a chuckle of his own.
“Time to cut the strings, puppet master.”
Sigil senses the danger, but has barely a chance to even open a portal before the small mob of foes rushes at him! We see each man get a chance to get their licks in on the Realm Walker, but even in the state of pain he’s in he seems oddly calm…and we soon see why.
He didn’t open a portal to escape.
He called for backup.
Michaela Lane, Jay Jeckel, Sanctus Bellator, and Tank Kersh step in through the portal, and quickly rush to Sigil’s aid. Tank and Cable squaring up, Sanctus fighting off Roberts, and Lane and Jeckel dealing with SeeSaw. Amidst the chaos, we see Viper Roberts give chase to Sigil, only for the Realm Walker to make his escape through the same portal he used to summon Legacy.
“Clever.”
Viper recognizes the near-irony of his foe slithering away, as he turns his attention back to the fight still taking place.
Somehow, someway, he’s gotta take Sigil down a notch.
But how?
Cut.