SIGIL & THE DARKNESS
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Sigil cuts a lonely and solemn figure on a locker room bench backstage. A few weeks ago, he tried to tell the roster what was happening in Old School Wrestling; he tried to warn them about the misery infecting their lives.
Yet no-one believed him.
He was the boy who cried wolf.
Now, he sits with his head in his hands, trying to figure out what to do next.”
“Aw, don’t be so sad,” taunts The Darkness, who now stands looming over him.
The Collector reacts quickly, leaping to swipe with a fierce hook, only The Darkness evaporates into smoke, appearing somewhere else.
“You’ve made a fool of me,” he grumbles angrily, turning to face him.
“Surely, you’ve done this to yourself, have you not?” He replies with a shrug. “You made these people distrust you long before we arrived. You manipulated them; made them puppets to your game. They’ve finally cut the strings, leaving you in no man’s land.”
Sigil folds his arms aggressively – almost like an unhappy child.
“I’m not playing a game,” he growls angrily in response. His body language changes. “You have no idea what I’m trying to accomplish. Your boss is terrified that I might just achieve it. You’re just one of his dogs and I will put you down.”
The Darkness laughs rapturously.
“We’ll see about that,” he muses with a smirk. “You’ve yet to meet all of my brothers.”
With that, he vanishes into thin air.
Cut.
CXDY & KAINE KNIGHTLORD
CXDY stalks the backstage area, like an animal looking for his prey. But it soon becomes clear he is not the one doing the stalking, as Kaine Knightlord appears from the shadows.
“I hear you’ve been looking for me,” he says. He’s smart enough not to get too close.
CXDY’s eyes are wild, almost bloodshot. He’s clearly having a tough time. He looks around quickly, eyes darting, and then focuses in on the dark detective.
“You!” he growls, the sound that comes out almost guttural.
“Now, I’ve heard through my sources that you think I have something to do with what your family is going through,” Kaine says, as he takes one more step back away from CXDY.
“You’re mistaken. But let me help you. I am after all the best detective OSW has to offer. And I have dealt with some… dark characters before.”
CXDY strides towards him, menacingly.
“Dark? You want to see real darkness? Here, let me show you what I do to people who threaten my family. To sickos who stalk my wife!”
CXDY lunges at Kaine.
“I tried,” Nightscream sighs as he ducks under the outstretched arms, and when CXDY turns for a second pass, the HellBat has gone.
CXDY looks around frantically, letting out a cry of frustration when he realises he’s no longer there. In his mind, the detective is the culprit. But is his paranoid mind telling him the truth?
Cut.
SEESAW vs. NIGEL ROYAL vs. KAINE KNIGHTLORD
The Blueblood attempts to shoot in for a double leg takedown on the Shadow Bat, however the Madcap won’t be ignored driving his boot into the guts of Nigel lifting him off his feet as we audibly hear the wind of Royal exit his body. Sending Royal to the ground attempting to get his body to allow oxygen into his lungs again.SeeSaw then Stares down Kaine with that crooked smile crossing his face before of them start exchanging strikes before the Killer Clown gets the advantage hitting a running bulldog. Just a Nigel sneaks in and quickly rolls up SeeSaw. One… Tw… Kick-out!
SeeSaw stands up and stares dagger at the British aristocrat just before being blindsided by Kaine who tackles The Toybox King out of the ring. Royal rushes in clasping his hands around the waist of Kaine, belly to back suplex times four, the ROYAL FLUSH.
SeeSaw blindsides Royal with a shoulder to the gut, lifting him into the air and coming down hard with a SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST SPINEBUSTER. Kaine seeing an opening attempts to hook the arms of SeeSaw behind his back only to be caught by the Sinister Clown and lifted into a spinning Torture Rack into the Cutter… NIGHTLORD JUST GOT RUNOVER BY THE BIG WHEEL and SeeSaw picks up the three count.
SeeSaw has just proven why he is one of the most opportunistic and sadistic in OSW with this victory.
JESSIE WILLIAMS, SEESAW, & CORVUS
As we move away from the thrilling triple threat, we find ourselves deep within the backstage area where Jessie Williams appears to be searching for something…or, more to point, someone. After some time looking around, he mutters to himself in frustration.
“Where is that Mordecai at, anyway? Giving me that line about nightmares, and now I’m struggling to sleep because of it.”
We soon realize that the Prince is not alone, as a voice speaks to him from the shadows.
“You seem a bit concerned, Mr. Williams.”
Jessie notices who is speaking immediately, rolling his eyes as Corvus steps out of the shadows.
“Oh lord…I already told you I’m not interested.”
Corvus gives a nod with a sense of understanding.
“Perhaps, but whether you like it or not, we do have some matters to attend to tonight…and it does seem like an opportunity to test the spirits of kinship.”
Before the Prince can address this any further, however, another voice sends a chill down his spine with a simple sentence.
“Oh, hello Jessiepoo.”
Stepping into the picture is SeeSaw, fresh from the heat of battle with a grin on his face. On the flip side, we see a mix of concern and annoying on the face of Williams, who slowly backs away from both of them.
“Listen, I don’t know where all this mix-up came from, but I want nothing to do with the Black Hand, I don’t need help dealing with dreams, and I sure as hell don’t need Mr. Make Believe over here giving me grief. I want no part of any of this!”
Jessie snaps those final words before storming away to head to the ring. SeeSaw watches the Prince take his leave, then turns his attention to the Hidden Blade, who simply stares him down.
“There will be no harm done to Jessie Williams, mark my words.”
SeeSaw’s grin only widens as Corvus takes his leave, chuckling with a final statement of his own.
“The more playmates, the merrier.”
Cut.
CORVUS, CXDY & JESSIE WILLIAMS vs. TENCHU, THE IMPALER & SIR RENAULT
Despite Jessie’s best attempts to avoid it, the Prince finds himself teaming with one of Black Hand’s finest and the Reflection of Perfection as Williams, Corvus, and CXDY take on Tenchu, The Impaler, and Sir Renault in trios action!
CXDY kicks things off against Sir Renault, the two quickly trading blows until CXDY gets the upper hand. He lays into the Last Crusader with some hard kicks, bringing him to one knee as he looks to end things early with the roundhouse kick! YOUR FORETOLD–NO! RENAULT NARROWLY DODGES IT!
An immediate tag to The Impaler gives Renault some room to breath as the much bigger Legion comes rushing at the Reflection of Perfection, looking for that running lariat! ADAM SMASHER! CXDY is out like a light from the looks of it, but before Impaler can cover Jessie jumps in!
Chaos quickly ensues as Tenchu joins in the fray, quickly followed by Corvus and Renault! In the midst of the insanity, CXDY recovers…and things finally start to settle down, he’s able to get a tag to Jessie! Williams coming in hot with a flurry of offense on The Impaler! BOOMSTICK!
The impact sends Impaler reeling toward his corner, where Tenchu gets a blind tag to charge at a familiar foe! The two trade blows, with the machine getting an advantage as Impaler tries to run back in…only to get cut off by Corvus! BOOMSTICK TO TENCHU…AND HE IS KNOCKED OUT!
Jessie Williams manages to take one for the team tonight, but his issues with Corvus linger!
CORVUS ©, JESSIE WILLIAMS & CXDY
VOYNICH & LUKE STORM
A Question Mark.
The large green symbol, synonymous with Edward Newton, sits spraypainted on the front of what appears to be Luke Storm’s trailer!
“What the fuck!?”
Enraged, Storm kicks open the door, whipping off his glasses as he sees, sitting quietly in Storm’s chair, is Voynich. The Best Kept Secret looks at Luke with almost pity in his eyes.
“You really loved him, didn’t you?”
Luke is fuming as he approaches Voynich, his teeth bared.
“What the fuck did I say about saying his fucking name? Huh?”
“I didn’t say anything. But you knew what I was talking about.”
Storm looks poised to strike, but Voynich stands up, holding up a hand.
“I have an interesting thing I was blessed with. When I hold something, or someone, I can sometimes catch glimpses of their pasts. Memories, visions. It’s hard to explain, but it’s never been wrong.”
“That’s horseshit and you know it is! You don’t know anything about me or about Eddie. Say his name. Do it. Say his fucking name again and see what happens.”
Voynich approaches Luke- BUT STORM GOES FOR A LIGHTNING STRIKE- NO! JUMPING IMPLANT DDT! NEVERMIND BY VOYNICH DROPS STORM!
“You loved him. You loved him so fucking much. And from what I saw? You and I both know Edward think you’d become something terrible.”
Storm is left to stew on those words as he lays in pain on the floor, Voynich taking his leave.
What memories did he see?
Cut.
THE SANDMAN, SIGIL & DEATHNOTE
We find Deathnote, poised over his notebook and flipping through the pages. The Shinigami stops upon a particular page and seems poised to write, but stops himself. It is at that moment, with pen hovering over the page, that he is greeted by a second figure.Sigil.
The Collector approaches, catching Deathnote’s attention out of the corner of his eye. The Shinigami looks up from his book.
“You are an enigma, aren’t you. When… Where… How…? You can control a lot of things, Sigil. But you cannot re-write the end of your tale.”
He looks at the notebook once more.
“Sometimes I think it would be easier just to write your name in here. It would do so many people a favour. But what do you want with me?”
He closes the notbook and holds it up.
“You want this? Don’t you?”
Sigil closes in on Deathnote. He looks at the book, but shakes his head.
“There is but one thing that I seek right now. The very thing that I need is what you also seek. But you have to know that the OSW Championship needs to be mine. For matters outside of your control… Sandman cannot hold onto that Championship. It must be mine.”
Deathnote stands, eyeballing Sigil.
“You think I am just going to roll over? I’ve paid my dues to have one shot. I’m done with the mindgames. At all costs… I’m coming for that belt.”
FLASH!
Darkness, then light. When our eyes return to normal, a certain third figure stands directly between the quarrelling duo. Standing with the very belt in question.
Sandman chuckles aloud. A slow, sinister laugh.
“You both make it sound so easy. You will only have to go through your worst nightmare to take this from me. At Warped, it will be just that. Your… Worst… Nightmare…”
With that, Sandman leaves, fading into the shadows. Leaving Sigil and Deathnote staring at each other. Sigil opens a portal, shooting a look at Deathnote, who promptly shakes his head.
“Oh no. No fucking way am I stepping through another one of those damned things. Not after last time. I’ll take the damned stairs.”
Sigil smirks, a look that doesn’t confirm nor deny whether last week’s alternate reality was his doing or Sandman’s. Instead, he hops through the portal, and is gone.
Cut.
FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH
VIPER ROBERTS vs. VOYNICH vs. ALBERT SHAW vs. TWO-FACE
Will snake venom prove fatal, or will the viper be defanged!?
The Head Snake slithers away. All three of his opponents, however, drag the InVasion winner back in! Roberts is a human pinball, as Voynich, Shaw, and Two-Face stagger him with right hands. FIVE FINGER DISCOUNT eye-poke by Shaw; HAMMERSTONE Superman punch by Voynich; FLIP THE COIN overdrive by Two-Face! Viper eats three signatures!
ONE… TWO… Shaw and Voynich drag Two-Face off of him! ONE… TWO… Voynich pulls Albert off. The bitter rivals come to blows, each blaming the other for InVasion! The Guv’nor forces Voynich into the corner and mounts the ropes. He hammers him with ten brutal elbows – SNITCHES GET STITCHES! TWO-FACE ROLLS SHAW UP! ONE… TWO… VOYNICH BREAKS IT UP!
ISHTAR’S GATE! Two-Face ducks, and Voynich clobbers Albert. Shrugging, he turns round—LADY LUCK! Two-Face plants him with the Joker driver. ONE… TWO…THE VIPER STRIKES! He pulls Two-Face up… ODE TO THE SNAKE! He spikes him with the DDT. ONE… TWO… SHAW ENDS THE SENTENCING! The hardman has Roberts in his sights… GBH CLAYMORE KI—SNAKE OIL! Viper spits mist in his face!
Voynich spins Roberts round. Kick to the gut—facelock—he leads him to the corner—THE EIGHTH WONDER! Viper BLOCKS the sliced bread #2, shoving Best Kept Secret right into Two-Face. HEADS OR TAILS! He drills Voynich with Sister Abigail. Roberts throws Two-Face overboard, however, and targets the blinded Shaw… SNAKEBI—KEEP QUIET CROSSFACE! Albert counters with the submission… VIPER TAPS OUT!
Shaw serves hard-time to his opponents!
TWO-FACE, SIMON, VIPER ROBERTS, DARKLORD, BANZAN & LEIF HELVIG
The ringside area is barely cooled down from the four way we just witnessed, with Shaw and Voynich having cleared out from ringside. Roberts lingers at ringside, while Two-Face paces around the ring, getting his wits about him.
WHAM! TWO-FACE IS NAILED BY A SPARTAN KICK!
KNEEL! DARKLORD HAS ARRIVED TO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
The Carthian wastes no time in lifting Two-Face up like a child, goozling him and lifting him up nearly eight feet in the fucking air!
LOW BLOW!
SIMON IS HERE, AND HE JUST IMPLODED THE CARTHIAN’S SCROTUM!
With Darklord down to his knees, Viper Roberts finally slides in. He lays in surgical strikes to Darklord’s midsection as Simon quickly chains him to the ring ropes.
BUT BANZAN IS HERE!
THE INDESTRUCTIBLE MOUNTAIN RUSHES THE RING JUST AS VIPER ROBERTS DIRECTS THE RISING TWO-FACE TOWARDS HIM!
MAGGA! TOOK HIS HEAD OFF!
BUT ROBERTS WAS READY!
SNAKE OIL TO BANZAN’S FACE!
Roberts and Simon quickly begin to chain Banzan up to the ropes as they did Darklord. As they lock them in, the two men are joined by Two-Face in teeing off indiscriminately on the big men.
Until the low hum of an instrument fills the Slaughterhouse.
Someday I would buy”
Oh fuck.
Leif Helvig is back in the Slaughterhouse.
And he is PISSED
Sails to distant shores.”
The Beast of Slaughter charges down to the ring, a look of rage on his face as Roberts pulls the Faces of Reason straight out of the ring. They dive into the crowd, hiding among the sea of people.
Helvig paces the ring before reaching out to break the chains holding Darklord and Banzan back. He sneers at them before leaving the ring, his music still playing.
Meanwhile, in a dark corner of the Slaughterhouse, Viper Roberts smiles at the Faces of Reason.
“I told you he’d come.”
Simon nods, cautiously watching Darklord and Banzan leaving the ring.
“Do you really think he’s out of the picture now?” The Taskmaster asks.
Roberts nods.
“They saved him. Now he’s been their savior. The debt has been paid, and we’ll have one less giant to fight at Warped.”
Two-Face isn’t having it.
“We don’t like the games you’re playing here, Roberts. What do you have to gain by fighting them?”
Roberts doesn’t answer, merely smiles.
Cut.
PIRATE GOLD, TENCHU, THE IMPALER
“I will be right back! I jus’ needs more rum!”
Israel steps out of the locker room and walks down the hall, a slight stumble in his step.
Unknown to the pirate, he’s being watched, again. He walks down the hall of the Slaughterhouse some when a robotic hand grabs his shoulder and slams Grimwolf into the wall. As quickly as this all happen, Israel pulls out a pistol and aims it at the head of his attacker.
“This bullet ain’t meant fer ye, don’t make me use it.”
Tenchu glares at Grimwolf.
“You have no honour. You and your crew siding with scum like the Wokou pirates!”
Israel looks at the Samurai with confusion.
“Wha’ are ye natterin’ about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about! You and your pirate brethren sided with the pirates that attacked my clan! Spilled blood for nothing!”
Israel shakes his head.
“We don’t spill blood fer no reason. If we did spill blood, it’s like enough ’cause yer clan had somethin’ we wanted.”
Tenchu pulls a fist back ready to strike when Impaler appears and grabs it.
“I said to calm down, Tenchu! He’s a pirate, he will lie to protect himself. He won’t admit to anything if it won’t serve him.”
Cael Gable steps out of the locker room and notices the commotion. He rushes over as Impaler pulls Tenchu back. Israel looks at the Impaler and gives a knowing smirk.
“Ye’re a sneaky one, aren’t ye?”
Gable helps Israel up to his feet as they stare down the new team.
Cut
PIRATE GOLD vs. DEATHNOTE & SIGIL
Can Pirate Gold make more waves in the tag division or will Deathnote and Sigil write a fate of their own?
Grimwolf is the ring for Pirate Gold. In the other corner Sigil nominates Deathnote. The Scribe is not impressed but Grimwolf isn’t interested in such bickering…KEELHAULED!!!! Deathnote is elbowed out of his fucking boots. Sigil makes a tag and COSMIC LEAP!!! Sigil is behind Grimwolf….FINITE!!! The pirate is roundhoused overboard!!!
Let’s not forget about Cael Gable. The Olympian clutches The Realmwalker…one BIG MOTHERFUCKING German suplex….AND NINE MORE!!! 10 KARAT!!!! Grimwolf recovers to surf in for the cover of Sigil…ONE……TWO……NO!!! Deathnote recovers to make the save. Will chaos overtake this bout? No!!! The official sends Deathnote and Gable back to their corners.
Grimwolf has seized control of Sigil…seven stomps and the curb stomp-COSMIC LEAP!!!! PIECES OF EIGHT COUNTERED!!! MERCIFUL!!! Chop to the back of the head…LONG ROAD AHEAD!!! The elbow flurry and Sigil covers…ONE….TWO….Cael Gable is into the ring, but he’s cut off by Deathnote!!! THREE….NO!!! Grimwolf kicks out!!!
GOLDRUSH!!!! HUGE FUCKING SPEAR BY CAEL GABLE!!! AND THE CHOKE ON SIGIL!!! SILENCE IS GOLDEN!!! DEAD MAN’S CHEST!!!! HEART PUNCH BY GRIMWOLF TO SIGIL!!! FOR…ONE….TWO……THREEE!!!!
NIGEL ROYAL, ALBERT SHAW, PYRE & ZERO
“It’s not my fuckin’ problem matey…”
The frustrated voice of Albert Shaw rings out through the Slaughterhouse halls. He has Nigel Royal pressed up against a wall, while Royal holds a cellphone in his hands that plays out the footage of his ‘brutal assault’ last week.
“But, surely, you saw the footage right? I understand a very eager little tyke managed to get this video to you. A clever little enterprising fellow, I suspect.”
Nigel pleads with him.
“Alby, please. I need you. I still look twice around every corner. Something has to be done about them. Lucky that little chap was there to shine a true light on those… those….”
“Bad Mother Fuckers?”
The voice of Zero cuts through the air. He and Pyre approach the pair, much to further the frustration in Shaw.
“What the fuck do you two clowns want now? Did you run out of kids candy shops to rob or something?”
Pyre sniffs at the air, raising her head as if she smells something interesting. Then turns her face into a look of absolute disgust.
“Can you smell that? The distinct odour of desperation. Must be Nigel Royal…”
Zero chuckles.
“I’d recognise that particular blend of desperate measures and bullshit anywhere. Look, Nige… Run along. Clearly, your little pal Alby doesn’t want to play.”
Shaw relinquishes his hold on Royal and turns to bMf.
“Take another step towards me and I’ll break both of your fucking necks. Let’s not forget I’d still have a title belt around my waist if it weren’t for you two pricks.”
Pyre and Zero hold their hands up in mock surrender, before fading away from whence they came. Nigel pats Shaw on the shoulder.
“You see? We need each other and they need to go down. I’m a changed man, truly. I said once and I’ll say again, having a son really lets one know what is important in life. So, what do you say? One way or another, you’re going to work with me.”
Albert Shaw reaches up and takes Royal’s hand off his shoulder.
“Fine… But don’t go getting ahead of yourself thinking we’re friends. Get your fucking hands off me.”
He too takes his leave, turning away and leaving Royal alone. Royal calls after his ‘partner’
“This could be the start of something beautiful.”
Cut.
SANCTUS BELLATOR & SIR RENAULT
Sanctus Bellator and Sir Renault are marching through the hallways of what looks like an abandoned warehouse, the only source of lighting is some sunlight poking through the dilapidated roof.
Sanctus begins to speak.
“I’m not sure if you understand how we do things now. In your era, you forced others to see the darkness as you erased them from existence. We try to make them see the light and convert them.”
Renault nods but then asks a question.
“What if we cannot get them to see the light? After all, some are already too gone or have been blinded by other’s false light.”
Sanctus chuckles and replies.
“I thought you were a man of faith. Even in the presence of false light, Yahweh’s light still shines brighter than all others. All do eventually see it, no one is ever fully gone. Let me show you.
Sir Renault nods.
Sanctus opens a door and there is a man on his deathbed. He is surrounded by templars. Sanctus walks up to the man who barely makes out the words.
“Who are you people?”
Sanctus replies.
“We are the Knights Templar. We know you aren’t a holy man but you are a good one and we are going to sacrifice a bit of our lives so you may live longer. We hope that by giving you this gift, you spread the good word and ensure a better chance at Yahweh’s return.”
The sick man nods and replies.
“Anything, I’ll be eternally grateful.”
Sanctus nods and all the templars place their hands on the sick man. Sanctus motions Renault to do the same. Renault lays his hand on the man’s shoulder. Lastly, Sanctus puts his hand on the man’s forehead and speaks.
“Ab omnibus ad unum”
A little bit of light leaves all the templars. Renault ends up giving more light as he has the most to give. The light enters the man who looks restored. He stands up and thanks everyone. Sanctus speaks.
“Leave this place and spread the word, we will meet again in heaven, brother.”
The healed man rushes out of the warehouse and speaks to anyone who will listen about Yahweh.
Back at the warehouse, Sanctus speaks to Renault.
“You see how giving life is better than taking it.”
Renault replies.
“It’s only one man.”
Sanctus nods and responds.
“One man can change the world. We wear the cross for a reason, Renault.”
Renault nods but you can tell he doesn’t fully agree. He speaks up.
“I’ve done things your way, can I do something my way next week?”
Sanctus answers.
“Yes but it has to bring glory to the lord.”
Renault nods and smiles.
“It will, you can be sure of that.”
Renault walks off to prepare his way.
Sanctus watches him hoping he has learned something today.
Cut.
THE SANDMAN vs. SIMON vs. BANZAN vs. MORDECAI vs. DARKLORD vs. PYRE
We have a huge main event here as five superstars fight for a chance at the OSW World Championship but they have to get through the current world champion to get it. Will we have a new #1 contender or will all their dreams turn into nightmares?
The bell sounds as Pyre explodes out of the gate, spearing down her long time rival in the Taskmaster before pounding down with hard lefts and rights.
She pulls up the groggy Simon, slipping behind and trying for a Dragon Suplex but Simon slips out of the hold, stunning Pyre with a hard elbow the back of the head
SIMON PLEX! Simon could take this already as he drops down for the cover
ON…MASSIVE LEGDROP ACROSS THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!
The referee’s hand barely moved before Darklord broke up the pinfall attempt, pulling Simon up with a hand around his throat
WARLORD’S HAND! SIMON NEARLY GOT DRIVEN THROUGH THE MAT!
But Darklord can’t cover as he finds out what happens when a Mountain runs in like a locomotive
MAGGA! The Knee hits flesh but Darklord isn’t done, dazed on his feet before Banzan grips him around the waist
DUKKAH TO THE FIVE HUNDRED POUNDER!
Pyre slowly stumbles to her feet but backs away from the Mountain in a peaceful manner before pointing to the corners
Where the Sandman and Mordecai have yet to move.
The denizens of the Dream Realm have barely noticed the other competitors, simply staring down one another but as Darklord and Simon slowly get to their feet also, they also notice the pair refusing to fight.
The God King looks at Simon for a moment, who nods
BEFORE GETTING LAUNCHED ACROSS THE RING AT MORDECAI!
Simon lands upon the Gatekeeper, pounding down on him with quick lefts and rights before flinging him forward
INTO A LEAPING ROUNDHOUSE BY PYRE!
Mordecai doesn’t go down, simply stumbling into the clutches of Darklord as the Carthian hoists him up high with incredible strength, spinning around and around
BLACK HOLE….TO THE FLOOR BELOW!
Even Mordecai can’t endure that as he looks knocked out cold on the outside, the four then turning their attention to the World Champion who finally looks there way with a sickening grin.
Simon rushes forward trying for his knee but that gets slapped aside before he’s tossed across the ring with ease.
Pyre leaps off the ropes, getting caught by the Sandman
SPINE ON THE PYRE! Massive modified Spinebuster nearly plants the Fire Bitch through the canvas as the Dream Demon turns his attention to his fellow Harbinger
Big Boys Be a Clubbering as Darklord and Sandman pound on each other with heavy lefts and rights, neither man getting the upper hand before Sandman rears back with a headbutt
THAT HURTS HIM MORE!
The Dream Demon is staggered as Darklord grabs him around the throat for the Warlord’s Hand, lifting him up high before tossing him backwards into the grip of the Mountain
SUFFERING IS ETERNAL! CHOKE TOSS BACKDROP DRIVER!
Sandman is down and dazed from being dropped on the back of his head before he’s pulled up to his feet, getting a brutal knee to the jaw from the Carthian that drops him down to one knee.
MAGG…GOLDEN SAND!
Sandman tosses that sand into the Mountain’s face just in time as Banzan drops to his knees himself, not out cold in slumber but very close to it.
Sandman can barely get to his feet however before a stiff leaping roundhouse to the back of the head stuns him right into the path of Darklord
KNEEL TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
The Spartan Kick sends Sandman flying forwards head first into the turnbuckles, the Dream Demon dazed, slumped down into the corner but he can’t get his bearings
CATALAN OPENING! The running knee to the back of the head drives Sandman further into the steel as Pyre is up on the nearby top rope
MISSILE DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Black blood runs down the face of the Sandman who looks right about done from this four person massacre going on, Darklord and Simon pull the Dream Demon up to his feet as Pyre heads up to the top for the killing blow.
DANCING…REALITY CHECK!
Mordecai out of nowhere, uppercutting that Bitch right out of the sky with a brutal European forearm. Simon rushes in, trying for that running knee but Mordecai just bats him away before kicking him in the gut as he turns
MYOCLONIC TWIST! Air Raid Crash drives the Taskmaster into the canvas before Darklord rushes in, trying to make the Gatekeeper Kneel
HIGH ANGLE GERMAN SUPLEX! Mordecai dodges the Spartan Kick before dropping Darklord on the back of his head.
The Gatekeeper turns to the slowly rising but still struggling Sandman, lifting him up to his feet and nodding a silent agreement before they turn back to back against the other slowly rising four.
A huge Big Boot nails the Fire Bitch before she’s thrown high up into the air
REALITY CHECK! A second Pop Up European decimates Pyre
Simon slowly gets to his feet right into Mordecai’s clutches who tosses him high up into the air
REALITY CHECK! The Taskmaster gets nailed with a European of his own.
Banzan is the next to get up, the gold sand finally fading away but he simply walks into a double Boot to the face, dropping him down to one knee as Mordecai and Sandman pull Simon and Pyre back up their feet, one hand around their throats and two around the Mountains
TRIPLE CHOKESLAM! The ring shakes with the sheer force as the two Dream Denizens look to have cleared the ring
Except for the furious God King standing behind them.
DOUBLE LARIAT! A pair of huge clotheslines take down both men before Darklord pulls up Mordecai, drilling him with a vicious headbutt that nearly breaks his mask before lifting him up high with ease
BLACK HOLE POWERBOMB!
Darklord just sneers before pulling up Sandman, looking to do the same as he lifts him up high but Sandman slips out
DEEP SLEEP! END OF DAYS OUT OF NOWHERE!
Darklord is stunned as Sandman pulls Mordecai up to his feet before gripping Darklord around the throat with both hands
THROWING HIM HARD INTO THE AIR
RIGHT INTO THE EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!
MODIFIED REALITY CHECK!
The Sandman smiles, looking down on his handiwork for a moment
BEFORE FINDING HIMSELF LIFTED UP ONTO MORDECAI’S SHOULDERS!
Sandman slips out of the Neurosis attempt, landing back on his feet as the two Dream Denizens stare at eachother for a moment before rushing forward and beginning to pound the living hell out of one another
Lefts, Rights, Uppercuts, a pair of Big Boots that send one another staggered back a few feet before they rush forward
DOUBLE NOGGIN KNOCKER!
The double headbutt stuns both men, each man looking like they’re out of it as Simon leaps up to his feet, rushing to a doubled over Mordecai
THE FINAL WORD!
Simon drives the Gatekeeper down into the canvas with the curb stomp as he tries one on Sandman but the Dream Demon grabs him in mid-leap
GOOZLE
TO…FLASH ROLLUP!
ONE
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TWO
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SIMON’S GOT THE BOTTOM ROPE
THREE!!!
The Taskmaster does it, sneaking out a flash victory to gain another shot at the world championship sometime in the future.
BAD MOTHER FUCKERS & THE SANDMAN
Static.
Crackle.
“Bad to the Bone” by George Thorogood suddenly erupts into the arena, sending the crowd into an absolute frenzy. It takes mere seconds before Luke Storm and Zero step out onto the stage in all white.
What the fuck is going on here?
Bad Mother Fuckers slowly make their way to the ring, each heading to a different side of it to cut off The Sandman. Meanwhile, Pyre is back in the fray, joining them on her own side of the ring.
Hollywood Luke Storm has a microphone.
“Remember me, dickhead?” He growls, climbing up onto the ring apron. Zero joins him from the opposite side – as does Pyre.
The Sandman stands deathly still. He doesn’t move.
“Did you think we were finished?” He muses with a smirk. “Not yet, mother fucker.”
The OSW Champion runs across the ring for Storm, who drops off the ring apron expertly. Zero and Pyre meanwhile enter from their respective sides, both running at The Sandman as his turns around.
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS TO THE FUCKING SKULL!
DOWN TO A KNEE GOES THE SANDMAN!
ZERO PULLS HIM STRAIGHT BACK TO HIS FEET…
STUNNER!
PUNK… CITY…. KILLER!
HE RECOILS BACKWARDS…
ECLIPSE BY PYRE!
KILLLLLLLLERRRRRRRRR QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!
THEY’RE DESTROYING THE DREAM DEMON!
Luke Storm finally enters the ring and demands they get Sandman back up. They drag him to his feet…
STOOOORRRMMM SURRGEEEE!!
LEAPING TRIPLE KICK!
KILL!
IT!
WITH!
FIRE!
THE SANDMAN IS FUCKING BROKEN IN HALF!
Hollywood Luke Storm, Zero and Pyre have kicked the living shit out of The OSW World Champion. Storm gets back to his feet…
All three of them suddenly point towards the entrance ramp – one arm overhead, one arm under – crouched and smirking.
A fire suddenly ignites at the head of the ramp, spitting burning embers which crackle and pop in the air; erupting the crowd in a chorus of cheers and boos.
The first few guitar licks and the opening line ‘Reach Out and Touch Faith’ follow.
And here comes Viper Roberts holding the Invasion briefcase!
The Snake slithers to the ring with the biggest smile on his face imaginable. You’ve gotta be kidding me.
You must be fucking joking.
Roberts slides under the bottom rope and stands over The Sandman, holding the Invasion case high into the air.
The fans don’t know whether to cheer or boo. They hate him, just like they hate The Sandman.
Suddenly, Roberts turns around and thrusts the briefcase at the referee!
He’s fucking INVADING!
VIPER ROBERTS vs. THE SANDMAN ©
There’s absolutely no chance for The Sandman. He’s been decimated by Bad Mother Fuckers.
Viper Roberts pulls him straight back to his groggy feet.
TWISTING VERTICAL SUPLEX INTO A HANGMAN’S DDT!
SNAKEBITE N’ BLACK!
KILL…
IT….
WITH…
FIRE!!
A SECOND KILL IT WITH FIRE IN A ROW! The Sandman must be fucking done. He has to be done.
Viper Roberts drops down into the cover…
ONE….
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TWO…
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THREE!
IT’S OVER! VIPER ROBERTS HAS INVADED! VIPER ROBERTS IS YOUR NEW OSW WORLD CHAMPION!
BY GOD, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HAS HAPPENED HERE TONIGHT!
Bad Mother Fuckers back up the entrance ramp, Hollywood Luke Storm all smiles.
The Sandman first won this Championship at Red Snow by invading on Luke Storm and tonight, we’ve come full circle; Luke Storm repaid the favour by helping Viper Roberts to do the unthinkable and now we have a new Old School Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion.
He’s The Head Snake.
Viper fucking Roberts!
Cut.
VIPER ROBERTS
DARKLORD & BANZAN
Later tonight.
Backstage, we find Darklord and Banzan walking through the backstage hallways in the Slaughterhouse.
“Helvig is much stronger now.” Banzan comments. “You saw the power in his eyes, felt it radiating off of his body.”
Darklord nods.
“It is as you said, monk.” He growls. “But he is not at full power, the warrior within him is only beginning to gestate.”
Banzan stays silent as they approach a door. He finally speaks as he reaches out to open it.
“So you see why we must find the man who imprisoned him.” He begins. “If you wish to truly fight him, you must understand his power, find the mechanism by which he was stripped of that power.”
As they enter the room, they stop in the doorway.
The room is empty.
“Where is Helvig?” Darklord growls, looking around the small room, tossing furniture around like pool noodles.
The calmer Banzan walks up to a small table, picking up a notebook. The top sheet of paper has been ripped off.
“Viper Roberts is cunning.” Banzan says, a grim smile on his face. “We cannot underestimate…”
He trails off, as Darklord has turned away from him.
“The horns of war are blowing, Banzan.” The Carthian whispers. “I hear them as clearly as I once did on Carthus, when the great split threatened to tear it all asunder.”
Turning around, Darklord holds a crumpled map. He throws it atop the torn notebook.
“He will find the man who did this to him. Then the warrior will truly be reborn.”
“What will we do?” Banzan responds, knowing the answer.
“The only thing one can do with a warrior.” Darklord says, excitement in his voice.
“Go to war.”
Cut.