THE TERRORS & VOYNICH
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Pitch Black.
The sound of dirt being shovelled is the only thing we can hear as we pan down from the roof to the dirty floor, deep in the guts of The Slaughterhouse. A single lantern illuminates the patch where The Warped, The Darkness and The Endless are digging.
They finally stop, watching as Voynich lay there, gasping for air – just about to suffocate again, before rescued.
His eyes open wide, dirt surrounding them. He’s coughing, spluttering, and gasping as they reach inside and pull him from the depths of his muddy tomb.
“He left you here to rot,” The Warped says with a slight cowardly giggle.
The Endless clears his throat.
“What do you want?” The Best Kept Secret hoarsely replies, almost at a whisper.
“Your help,” The Endless confirms, kneeling next to him. “We’ve been responsible for a whole variety of plans since our individual arrivals. The Darkness has made you all angrier and darker; more willing to do dirty deeds.”
Voynich doesn’t look at all happy.
“The Warped has placed you in unique universes to fuck with your minds and The Returned brought back your dead friends to haunt you. I’ve made it impossible to die, as you know – which is in part why you’ve been suffering beneath the dirt for a week.”
The Best Kept Secret lowers his head. He’s absolutely and utterly exhausted.
“Cut to the chase,” he demands, having had enough. “I’m beyond the sales pitch.”
“We saved your life here tonight for a reason,” The Endless says confidently. “We need your help to finish this, once and for all. ”
Voynich looks at them and nods.
“As long as it involves the end of Sigil, count me in.”
With anger in his eyes, we cut to darkness.
Cut.
BANZAN & LEIF HELVIG
Previously Recorded.
The night of Ring King.
Banzan and Leif Helvig run down a dark underground hallway. They seem to be far away from Darklord’s abandoned mine. The further they run, the more a low level hum seems to grow in volume.
A crowd.
They’re under the Slaughterhouse now, Helvig coming to a halt, and Banzan following suit. Neither man seems to be winded.
“Darklord, then.” Banzan says. “He has played us like fools.”
“I am no fool,” Helvig snorts. “You were the one played, monk. You started all of this by entering into a partnership with Darklord’s agent to capture me.”
Banzan shakes his head.
“Darklord said it himself. He started this when you came after me instead of him.”
The Viking chuckles.
“Perhaps I was a fool, then. A fool to believe that you were a true warrior.”
The Indestructible Mountain raises an eyebrow, having heard something through the din.
Breathing.
He turns to quickly look into the shadows.
Where two pairs of eyes look back at him.
Wolf eyes.
“I hope you haven’t forgotten Hati and Skoll, Banzan.” Leif boasts. “Finding them was an arduous task. But they are now at my side once again. My full power has been restored.”
Hati advances on Banzan, who raises an arm…
SKOLL RUSHES IN, TAKING A CHUNK OUT OF BANZAN’S ARM!
HATI FOLLOWS UP, KNOCKING THE MOUNTAIN TO THE GROUND.
THE WOLVES ARE GOING ALL OUT ON THE MONK!
“You’re beneath me, Banzan.” Helvig comments, casually. “Darklord will die at my hand, while you will bleed out in this sewer.”
He whistles, calling the wolves off. They leave down the dark hallway, while Banzan lays on the concrete.
Bleeding.
Injured.
But alive.
And that’s all Banzan has to be to go after those who have wronged him.
Cut.
ALBERT SHAW vs. MORDECAI
Despite all their rage, a Guv’nor and a Gatekeeper collide in a cage!
Shaw immediately goes after Mordecai, trying to wear the big man down with some hard lefts and rights…but the Gatekeeper of Dreams eventually manages to stop him in his tracks with a lariat! Mordecai turns his attention to the cage, looking for a quick escape as he starts his climb!
NO! Shaw back to his feet, going back after Mordecai with some clubbing blows to the back before jumping up onto his back…but Mordecai uses this to his advantage, grabbing the Guv’nor by the head before dropping him with an Air Raid Crash careening back onto the canvas! MYOCLONIC TWITCH!
Both men are down after that, but Mordecai is already stirring as he slowly gets back to his feet…but so too is the Guv’nor, and he’s still eager to fight as he hits a dropkick that sends Mordecai into the corner! Shaw runs over and lays in the elbow strikes!
SNITCHES GET STITCHES! Mordecai eventually slips out, but he’s still loopy which gives Shaw the opening he needs as he runs at the Gatekeeper of Dreams with a Claymore Kick! GBH! The big man is down, giving the Guv’nor a chance to climb up and over before escaping the cage!
Mordecai rattled him hard tonight, but Albert Shaw manages to pick up a big win!
SANCTUS BELLATOR & THE IMPALER
Last Week.
Ring King.
The terrified screaming of Sanctus Bellator echo through the catacombs as the blackened tendrils of Impaler’s mask writhe on his face, worming into his skull!
“Join us, Sanctus. The Inheritor cannot deny his rites anymore than the common man can deny oblivion. You are many, you are Legion.”
Bellator squirms and fights with all of his might! He swings with a wild right hand that knocks one of the Legion away! Another is caught by a terrifying headbutt! Sanctus is fighting for his life!
“LEAVE ME BE!”
BELLATOR PUSHES THROUGH THE CROWD WITH NEARLY SUPERNATURAL STRENGTH AS ADRENALINE RUSHES THROUGH HIS VEINS!
DISCIPLE MAKER TO THE IMPALER! THE FRONTFLIP PILEDRIVER PLANTS HIM IN THE DIRT!
Bellator grabs the hammer from the leader of the Legion and swings wildly, every strike meeting its mark as body after body drops before him! When all is said and done, every member of Impaler’s former personas lay in a heap! Bellator drops the hammer and backs away, grabbing the mask from his face and peeling it off!
“You… you cannot force me to inherit your infernal legacy.” He speaks quietly, dropping the mask on the ground as he turns to leave, his body shaking, his skin pale.
As we watch Sanctus disappear down through the tunnels we hear a smug, almost confident chuckle. The Impaler stirs from his place on the floor, taking his mask and placing it back on his face with a smile.
“The inheritance has begun, brother.”
Darkness writhes behind him as his brethren rise to their feet, speaking in unison.
“It has begun.”
Cut.
ALTON WHITLOCK
Previously Recorded.
Several hours after Ring King.
Alton Whitlock enters the scene. There’s a vibrancy in his eyes as he walks down an abandoned city sidewalk. His hands are still coated in the blood of Viper Roberts.
From shoving his coin into Roberts’ skull.
He knows that Roberts will come after him. He always does.
But tonight, Alton Whitlock has emerged victorious. The rage and fury of Two-Face has combined into the determined man that the Candidate once was.
No longer fractured, but yet perhaps not completely whole.
His mobile phone buzzes at his hip. Another message from Simon, perhaps? They both have other things to worry about. Whitlock can deal with his partner later.
Charging up the stairs to his safe house, Whitlock reaches out to enter the key into the door, when he realizes it’s not locked.
It’s not even closed, just hanging loosely.
With frantic fervor, Whitlock rushes into the safe house, only to find it torn the hell up. Couches have been tosses aside, ripped to shreds. Every drawer in the kitchen has been emptied. A bloody pan lays on the ground.
A struggle happened here.
Alton heads straight for the bedroom, finding the door laying on the ground. Bullet holes in the wall have let moonlight filter through.
A small rat chews on a piece of clothing left alone as Alton approaches something left on the bed.
A coin.
His coin.
Covered in blood and brain matter, belonging to Viper Roberts, it’s been left for him.
A message.
They have his wife, Vivian.
Cut.
bMf & SIMON
Backstage.
Zero and Luke Storm are sat inside a locker room, effectively licking their wounds. Ring King was an extremely tough night for bMf, with Zero and Luke Storm losing their individual singles Championships.
Not only that, but their tormentors were revealed.
So, imagine their faces when Pyre walks into their locker room with Simon in tow.
It’s a picture.
“What the fuck is he doin’ here?” Zero growls angrily. “
“Hang on,” Hollywood Luke Storm suggests with a raised hand. “We owe him a thank you.”
“We do?” Zero replies in surprise.
Storm nods.
“For some reason, he had her back at Ring King when we failed to support her,” he reminds the former VHS Champion. “And for that, we thank you.”
He offers a handshake that Simon smugly takes, only for the Actor to forcibly pull him forward.
“Now, fuck off,” he demands.
“Wait,” Pyre interjects. “He comes with a proposal.”
Storm and Zero scoff.
“We don’t want nothin’ to do with this mother fucker,” Zero warns her. “He can’t be fuckin’ trusted.”
Both of them walk away, leaving Pyre behind with her hands on her hips, frustrated.
“When they find out the truth,” Simon says, placing a careful arm on the shoulder of Pyre – who looks at him with disgust. “They’ll see things our way.”
Cut.
THE SANDMAN vs. THE IMPALER
SANDMAN CATCHES HIM! The Dream Demon rushes forward before lawn darting Legion head first into the nearby Ambulance walls. Impaler staggers to his feet, groggy and with a possible concussion right into the open hand of the Sandman.
To SAN…BLACK MIST! The Sandman gets a face full of that caustic toxin, causing him to stumble back before he’s lifted up high into the air, BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX INTO THE AMBULANCE
Impaler has this won but he has to get the Dream Demon into the ambulance first. He throws open the doors before lifting up the Sandman once more, NIGHT CITY…NO! Sandman slips out as he falls behind Impaler who turns around into the Goozle, TO SAND…INTO THE AMBULANCE! Sandman then quickly closes the doors, giving him the victory!
The Dream Demon sends Legion to the ER here tonight.
SIR RENAULT & PHINEAS MOODY
“If I’m the only voice you hear in your head, does that make me God?”
The words of Phineas Moody still ring through the head of the Last Crusader. He sits in his locker room and pulls out an old Bible.
“Our Father, who art in Heaven. Hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come on Earth as it was in Heaven.” Sir Renault prays.
He takes a moment with his head bowed in silent thought as he opens his Holy book. But something isn’t right.
He looks at the pages, and confusion is easily seen behind his mask as he flips several pages.
“Is God even God if He is deader than I?” Sir Renault reads aloud in confusion. The words not matching the Book he has read cover to cover multiple times in preparation for his Holy War.
“I am the Way, the Lie, and the Death.” Reads another.
Sir Renault throws the book across the locker room in frustration. Phineas Moody has gotten under the skin of Darth Jesus who collapses to his knees.
The Bible hits the ground and lays open to a passage. But on it is Psalm 74, written as it should be.
“Why, God, have you cast us off forever?” reads the beginning of the passage, unchanged in our eyes.
A laughter can be heard off in the darkness of the locker room, Unheard by Sir Renault as he looks off into the distance.
Sir Renault stands to his feet, rage in his eyes as he marches out of locker room.
Cut
KAINE KNIGHTLORD & JOANNA WILLIAMS
Inside the halls of the Slaughterhouse, Joanna Williams is pacing back and forth.
Kaine Knightlord sees her and calmly stops her.
“What’s the matter, pet?”
Joanna replies, frustration dripping out of every word.
“My family as always, my baby back bitch of a brother had to call Daddy. He always got what he wanted and I got nothing, back when we were kids and still to this day.”
Kaine hugs her.
“Don’t worry about that now, look at you, it only made you stronger. If he was the one who hunted me, he’d be dead in an instant. You almost took out the whole nest. When I saw your potential, I knew I had to have you.”
They share a vampiric kiss. Kaine continues.
“I can tell in your eyes that while the words are nice, they don’t matter. That’s why I got you a present. It will more than make up for last week’s mishap.”
Joanna cracks a smile for the first time, looks up to Kaine, and speaks softly.
“What is it love?”
Kaine smiles and cockily answers.
“Something better than daddy dearest ever gave you. Once I show you what it is, it’s my turn to be called daddy. After that, I’ll give you something delicious.”
Joanna smiles lustfully.
“After my present, will it be time to feast?”
Kaine laughs, kisses her on the cheek, and answers.
“Let’s consider it a delectable appetizer. You know I always give you more. I’ll be right back with you after my match.”
Joanna smiles and nods her head fervently.
Kaine starts walking with confidence, he knows she is going to be more than pleased.
She follows him as close as possible as he makes his way to the ring.
Cut.
LUKE STORM & DEATHNOTE
Previously Recorded
Luke Storm is alone. He walks with the confident swagger only he can really pull off, making his way through the grimy, bloodstained walls of the Slaughterhouse.
Until a figure stands in his way, unmoving, eyes glaring at Storm.
Deathnote.
“What the fuck do you want?” Storm spits the words from his mouth. “Get in another cheap shot? Try to off me again?”
Deathnote does not speak, he does not move, even as Luke draws nearer to him. Only when the pair are standing eye to eye does Deathnote move.
Not to strike, but to reach into his pocket.
To withdraw his notebook from its resting place. He has the page clearly marked, for it is the page looked over more than any other. The book essentially falls open to the well scribbled upon page.
From within the notebook, Deathnote retrieves a slip of paper. He thrusts it into the chest of Luke Storm before holding it up and reading it aloud.
“Lucas Newton…December 18th 2021. Deathnote, Endless be damned.”
Luke looks upon the slip of paper in Deathnote’s hand, but the questions asked by his silence are soon answered by the author.
“I made you a copy, so you can count down the days. Merry Christmas, Lucas.”
Luke snarls at his foe, taking the paper and screwing it up within his fist. But Deathnote is not done yet. He continues.
“I have something to show you. Written upon the back of your piece of paper. Meet me at the location, at the time stated.”
With that, Deathnote backs away, leaving Luke Storm with the copy of his deathnote, still screwed up in his hand.
Cut.
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF vs. TENCHU
Tenchu slowly rises to his feet as Grimwolf rolls to the outside, managing to duck underneath another Big Boot before nailing a headbutt that stuns the Horror of the Deep before springboarding off the steel steps with the Hidden Blade Knee!
Grimwolf falls to one knee as Tenchu tries for another Hidden Blade but gets caught in mid-air before he’s lifted high up into the air, POWERBOMB! Grimwolf holds on for a second and lifts him up once more. SPIRIT OF THE…FACEBUSTER! RIGHT ON THE STEEL STEPS!
Tenchu pulls Grimwolf up to his feet, spinning him around as he tries to finish off the monster but Grimwolf slips out of the facebuster before stunning him with a vicious headbutt. Tenchu staggers back as water flows through Israels right hand before he drives it damn near through the Shadow with the DEAD MAN’S CHEST! Tenchu screams out in pain, quickly tapping out for fear off the waters corrosion within
The Horror King reigns supreme tonight, brutalising Tenchu as he moves one week closer to possible true supremacy of OSW.
LUKE STORM & DEATHNOTE
A childrens’ playground is an innocent place by day, but by night seems to become somewhat sinister. Especially when a Shinigami stands overlooking the park, from the partial shadows of a nearby tree.
He waits, impatiently, checking his notebook once more even though he knows what it will say.
Before long, a group of figures approaches, three of them. Two boys, not much older than teenagers and a teenage girl, who seems somehwhat to be coming along somewhat reluctantly. Their chatter echoes over the playground in the darkness, the girl egged on by both boys who keep telling her that she’ll “…be fine” and that “it’ll be fun..”
As Deathnote watches, he is approached by a familiar face. Luke Storm. Deathnote turns to him as he approaches.
“I wasn’t sure if you were going to come.”
Storm shrugs.
“To be honest, I’m not sure why I fucking did. To watch a couple of kids have their way with some little bitch…”
Deathnote shows him the reason. Within the pages of his notebook.
The time, the location exactly as they were on the note that Storm has been given earlier, but the page also contained more.
“Tyson Milton. Age: Twenty Two. Deathnote: stabbed to death. The location listed is the very park in which they stand. The date, today’s.”
Storm looks confused. He opens his mouth but Deathnote silences him with a hand.
“It is almost time.”
Almost on cue, their is a piercing scream from the girl’s lips. A commotion ensues and one of the boys runs off into the night. The other, lies on the ground, gargling for breath.
Coughing up blood.
The girl screams again.
“Oh god, what have I done?!”
Deathnote turns back to Storm as Luke watches the scene unfold and the boy’s last moments played out as the notebook claimed they would.
“You see. The book is finality. What is writ, will be.”
Luke Storm says nothing, but turns and walks away. Putting his sunglasses back on, he turns back to face Deathnote once more. A look has befallen his face, not of shock or fear. Not of horror. But one of the widest shiteating smirks that Deathnote has ever seen.
Cut.
SIGIL, ZERO AND CORVUS
In a vast and almost unending library of files, Sigil and Zero walk down the long front, searching for a file between them.
Zero came to meet with Sigil not longer after leaving Pyre and Simon, so they’ve been here a little while.
“Any luck?” Sigil asks down the aisle.
“Nah man, I can’t find shit in here,” Zero replies.
They continue their separate search until The Collector stops.
“Ah-ha,” he yells with excitement. “I’ve found it. This is it.”
Zero rushes towards his newly acquired friend, pausing as he opens the file in front of them.
They scan the pages as quickly as their eyes will let them before Sigil flicks open a blue portal with his right hand and beckons Zero to step through it with him.
They arrive at grave site that whilst marked with a Tombstone, is at the same time unmarked in nature. There’s no inscription or markings on it.
“This is it,” Sigil announces. “Every object in my collection has a point of origin; this is where I found the bones.”
Zero looks at the Tombstone, seeing if he can find any clue. It’s old, as if it’s been there for a very long time.
“So, Corvus must be in some way related to this?” He hypothesises. “Our answers are here?”
Suddenly, Corvus appears behind them both.
“Leave this place,” he demands.
Zero quickly attempts to rush him, but he clicks a button in his hand, and something changes. The Hacker stops dead in his tracks and turns his immediate attention to Sigil.
Before he can attack him, The Collector wisely opens and steps through a portal, escaping.
Corvus meanwhile stands next to Zero, looking at him dead in his corrupt visor.
“Abandon this mission of revenge,” he warns. “Abandon all hope of understanding why. I won’t warn you again. The next time we cross paths, it will be your end.”
Cut.
SIMON & PYRE vs. KAINE KNIGHTLORD & JESSIE WILLIAMS
The Slaughterhouse makes strange bedfellows and in this encounter can any competitor really trust the partner watching their back?
Knightlord and Pyre start the contest. The HellBat launches out of his corner and takes Pyre down with a Lou Thesz Press! The vampire sinks his teeth into All That Remains….JUST A BITE!!!! But the nosferatu reels back clutching his mouth! The blood of that Bad Motherfucker was too hot even for a blood-sucker to handle!
The Fire Bitch flips back to her feet…savate kick sends Knightlord stumbling into his corner and Williams tags in with a hard slap to his partner. The Prince and The Red Queen circle each other, Jessie runs at Pyre looking for the Boomstick! But that Bad Bitch forwards rolls to evade, then moves quickly to take down The Heir with a hurricanrana.
Simon wants a tag but Pyre ignores him. This momentary distraction gives Williams an opening…uppercut, then a springboard dropkick….GROOVY ECLIPSE!!! The Prince goes aerial but Simon pulls down the top rope and Jessie is a sitting duck on the top turnbuckle. Pyre finally tags in The Taskmaster.
Simon gets straight on with….SIMONPLEX FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!! Then into the figure four….CHECKMATE!!!! The Prince is in all kinds of trouble now. He’s reaching out for his partner….but Kaine Knightlord drops down off the apron. Jessie Williams has to TAP OUT!!!!
Simon and Pyre pick up the winner and Knightlord bites The Prince.
THE SANDMAN & MORDECAI
Screaming.
Crying.
A man we do not know runs through a maze of pulsating flesh and bloodied corpses, his every step letting out a sickening squish.
Squish.
Squish.
Squish.
Squish.
As he rounds a corner, this endless maze seemingly grows closer, the walls closing in on him and suffocating him amidst the flesh and viscera. His cries become muffled as he begs for his life.
“Please! Please! What did I do to deserve this!?”
As he slowly sinks into the blood and gore, a light appears! The ray of white sears the walls, burning them away and forcing them back as the man drops to his knees! He vomits onto the bloodied floor, looking up to see Mordecai standing opposite of him. He reaches out, a kind smile on his face.
“You’ve done nothing wrong. Come with me, you shall be safe by my side.”
The man reaches out, taking Mordecai’s hand. As he does, the dream fades away and we find ourselves in the real world, the man we saw revealed as an employee of the Slaughterhouse. He sits at a desk, asleep on the job.
“You know, you’re predictable, brother.” The sickening sound of Sandman’s voice breaks up the newly minted silence. Mordecai turns to face his brother-
AND GETS A HEADBUTT FOR HIS TROUBLES! TO SAND! CHOKESLAM TO MORDECAI LANDS HIM BACK FIRST ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
Mordecai’s head bounces off of the ground, snapping back as Sandman lays into him with a barrage of boots! Mordecai can’t even defend himself as Sandman plants one more boot to the skull that keeps him grounded! The Dream Demon looms over his brother, placing a thumb against his eye.
“I knew you would come to help. I know everything about you, brother. You and I? We’ve been doing this for eternity. But that eternity? It’s going to come to an end.”
Sandman stands up, looking at Mordecai for a moment more before disappearing into a cloud of sand.
Cut.
SEESAW
The scene opens on the same unknown location as we saw at Ring King.
The Williams family look just as dirty and broken as they did then, but there have been some changes to the room they find themselves captive in.
Behind Sasha and Cody Jr., something that looks like it is supposed to be tinsel is plastered all over the wall, except it’s stripped of almost all of the tassels and looks like it might be covered in blood.
“Dearest Sasha, please,” comes the creepy voice of Mr. Make Believe from off camera. “Try and look a little more festive.”
SeeSaw walks into frame, wearing a Santa hat. The two Williams’ shrink away from him. You can see the fear in their eyes as he approaches, but you can’t see the fear in the lower half of their face as both of them have some sort of mechanism forcing them to smile.
“I just want a nice photograph of me and my family. After all, Christmas is coming, and I want to be able to send a family card to all my closest friends, including that delightful Cody, even if he does insist on spreading lies about us.”
SeeSaw moves an old fashioned camera in front of the two, then sits on a spare seat between then and pulls them closer to him in a twisted hug. In one hand he holds the shutter remote.
“Three…two…one…CHEESE!” he shouts, clicking the remote as he does.
Cut.
DARKLORD
Darkness surrounds us, all except an electronic hum.
Light floods our senses as several computer systems come to life with a whir. At least, they look like computer systems. They are nothing like what we would see on Earth.
That’s because they’re not from Earth. They’re Carthian computers. And Darklord stands before them to prove it. He walks through what appears to be wreckage.
Is this the ship he crash landed on Earth in?
“Perhaps you will not be alone much longer.” He says, sitting down in a dusty chair.
Who is he talking to?
We get our answer quickly as the God King reaches over to a pile of rubble, lifting a cracked skull up.
“You betrayed me, Quasiena.” He mutters. “But you taught me a great lesson.”
He turns to the computers before him. They are displaying life signs and analysis of two figures.
Banzan.
Leif Helvig.
“On earth, they call it total war.” He says, chuckling. “As if war could be anything but.”
“Helvig is my goal, but just as you once got in my way,” he says to the skull. “I must also crush Banzan underfoot, lest he interfere with the war before us.”
“Bastilum.” Darklord says. “None who faced the onslaught of a Carthian under Bastilum survived.”
“The war has begun, Quasiena.” He says. “I will soon have someone to talk to I respect.”
Under the force of Darklord’s massive hands, the skull shatters into dust.
“And neither the Monk nor the Viking will ever question their God King every again.”
Cut.
SIR RENAULT vs. CORVUS
The Hidden Blade battles it out against The Last Crusader in a finisher’s match!
Sir Renault looks to take The Crow’s head off with a bicycle kick. Corvus ducks and he walks right into THE BLACK HAND’S BLADE!!! THE RKO! NO! — Renault blocks it and pushes him off. Corvus turns around into a hard boot — THE LAST CRUSADE!!! CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB! NO! Corvus slips out and they stop to stare at each other.
As quick as the match started, it was almost over! Renault charges again, Corvus baseball slides underneath — POISON RANA! Corvus goes to pick up Sir Renault but is locked into THE PENTANGLE! CRUCIFIX SUBMISSION! Renault tries to transition into a crossface, the virtue of courtesy but Corvus escapes.
Corvus lunges at Renault who shoves him into the ropes. Corvus comes back with the MURDER OF BLOWS — throat thrust, palm strike, jumping elbow… Renault side steps and hits THE HOLY TRINITY — German, half nelson, and dragon suplex combination! Corvus flips out and lands on his feet! CUT THROAT DRIVER! HURRICANRANA DRIVING RENAULT ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD!
Back on their feet they trade strikes in the middle of the ring. The Last Crusader delivers a kick to the midsection and powers him up onto his shoulders — THE LAST CRUSADE!!! SPLASH MOUNTAIN POWERBOMB! IT’S OVER! NO!!! Corvus wiggles free! THROWING DAGGERS!!! He stuns Renault, freezing him in his tracks — THE BLACK HAND’S BLADE!!! RKO!!! THIS ONE IS OVER!!!
The Crow gets the job done with The Black Hand’s Blade and puts away Darth Jesus!
CALLIHAN & TENCHU
Elsewhere…
A dimly lit room, illuminated only by the screen of a laptop partly blocked by a shadow.
Eerily silent, except for the clicking and clacking of a keyboard.
Eventually, we recognize the face behind the shadow.
Callihan.
Typing away with a look of sheer determination on his face, we find our focus firmly upon what’s being typed on his laptop.
Most notably, the headline.
ODOWARA: ORIGINATORS OF AI?
It soon becomes apparent just what Callihan is up to, what he’s writing…an exposé.
We can hear the journalist muttering to himself, though the actual self-conversation is kept largely hidden from us…until he reaches the end of his leading paragraph, a chuckle escaping his mouth.
“Perfect.”
Looking back at the screen, we get a glimpse of what he’s written thus far: a scathing look at the Odowara clan, what little history he’s gathered so far, and his experience with the dangerous robot assassin they built.
Suddenly, a rush of wind distracts Callihan as he turns around to watch a door slam shut behind him.
He turns back around…and that same assassin is now staring him down.
Tenchu.
With a panicked look on his face, Callihan shuts the laptop before pulling it close to him, as if protecting his precious intel.
“How’d you get here!?”
No response from the Metal Shadow, who only continues to give the journalist a cold metallic stare…until he unsheathes his blade, pointing it at the laptop.
“What do you want from me!?”
Callihan’s persistence finally pays off, as Tenchu responds to the inquiry at hand.
“You seem adamant on revealing who I am and where I come from…and I am just as determined to stop you.”
Callihan turns to run to the door, but the blade flies into it, forcing the journalist to recognize the gravity of the situation.
“I gave you ample warning not to go down this path.”
Tenchu steps closer, his eyes glowing with anger as he pulls his sword from the door.
“You will not survive the journey.”
Tenchu raises the blade, preparing to finish what he started inside the Slaughterhouse.
Cut.
KAINE KNIGHTLORD, JOANNA WILLIAMS, ASH WILLIAMS & JESSIE WILLIAMS
In a far off room, Ash Williams is tied to a chair. He’s struggling and trying to use the chainsaw attached to his arm but they ties him up well and he can’t bend his arm far enough.
Knock! Knock!
The knocking on the door startles him.
“Hello Mr. Williams.”
It’s Kaine Knightlord with Joanna close behind him.
“Daddy?”
Joanna was not expecting him and he sadly shakes his head yes. Joanna looks confusedly at Kaine and questions him.
“My father? Is he the appetizer you were talking about?”
Kaine smiles then shakes his head.
“No, your father is a true feast. He’s here to watch what I do to the appetizer. I want to prove I can protect his precious little girl. I wouldn’t kill him without your permission anyway.”
Joanna sweetly hugs Kaine. The peaceful embrace is broken by the sound of running and a tired voice screaming.
“Dad! Where are you!?”
It’s Jessie Williams!
Kaine slowly turns his head.
“Him on the other hand, I figure you won’t mind. There’s our appetizer.”
Joanna widely smiles.
“Good, the only thing he has going for him is what runs through his veins.”
Ash shouts.
“I’m in here son! Be careful!”
Jessie kicks the door down and barges into the room.
He’s met with a strong gut punch that brings him to his knees!
Joanna watches Kaine do his magic. She’s loving all of this. She’s cackling and pointing at Jessie.
“Daddy won’t save you now baby brother!”
Joanna is right as Ash is forced to watch as Kaine sucks the blood out of Jessie!
Jessie passes out, he’s as pale as a ghost and he’s not moving!
Oh no!
He’s not breathing either!
Jessie’s dead and Joanna unties her father. Kaine is proud of his handiwork and talks to Ash.
“Take your boy to the hospital, he’s lost a lot of blood.”
Kaine laughs and walks out with Joanna under his arm.
Cut.
NIGEL ROYAL & ALBERT SHAW
Nigel Royal finds himself surrounded by his security, increasing his protocols after his run-in with Albert Shaw at Ring King. His right hand is heavily bandaged, mangled. He appears confident as he walks through the foyer of a large office building, the kind where he feels most at home, where deals are struck and fortunes are made.
Yet in his eyes, there’s a twinkling of fear behind the confidence that not all the security in the world can hide. He makes a slight detour, pushing open the door to a bathroom, nodding to his security to guard the door.
Inside, he heads over to the sinks, splashing water on his face with his good hand and looking at himself in the mirror. It is then that he notices the second figure reflected, standing behind him in waiting.
Albert Shaw, his face glaring.
“Where the fuck is my boy?”
Shaw demands, staring daggers at his enemy. Royal simply glares back.
“You made your choices, you made your bed. I told you what would happen.”
“Wrong answer…”
Shaw spits the words as he springs forward.
ALBY SMASHES NIGEL ROYAL HEAD FIRST INTO THE BATHROOM MIRROR!
ROYAL GOES DOWN HARD!
From outside the door, shouts can be heard as Nigel Royal’s security try to get in to investigate the noise, but Shaw has the door locked. Royal comes to a few moments later, to find Albert Shaw already clutching his unbandaged hand in his grasp, holding it over the bathroom sink.
His fucking snips held aloft around his thumb.
“I’m done with you sticking your fucking thumb in my life. You think that you can get away with your bullshit? One last chance, asshole. Where is my fucking son?”
Royal does his best to smirk, but there’s real fear in his eyes now. He instead struggles in vain to free himself. Shaw smiles back at him.
“Time’s up. No longer will your thumb trouble my family.”
With that, Albert Shaw closes the snips.
HE CUTS NIGEL ROYAL’S THUMB CLEAN OFF!
BLOOD ERUPTS, SPURTING ALL OVER THE CRACKED BATHROOM MIRROR!
NIGEL ROYAL SCREAMS IN AGONY, CLUTCHING AT THE BLOODY STUMP WHERE HIS THUMB USED TO BE!
Shaw slips his snips back into his pocket, reaching into the sink and holding up Royal’s thumb.
“In case you can’t count, prick, you’re down to eight.”
But Nigel Royal cannot hear him. He’s blacked out from the pain, passed out on the bathroom floor. Albert Shaw turns and walks towards the open window from which he had entered.
Cut.
DARKLORD, VIPER ROBERTS & HOLLYWOOD LUKE STORM vs. BANZAN, TWO-FACE & DEATHNOTE
Banzan looks to have recovered fully from his injuries we saw earlier tonight! Meanwhile Two-Face and Deathnote stare down their opponents as this match is set to start!
Viper stares down Deathnote who rushes across the ring but Viper quickly tag Darklord and slides outside! Deathnote leans in with a massive right hand that connects with Darklord as he enters the ring!
BUT THAT DOESN’T PHASE HIM!
KNEEL! SPARTAN KICK SENDS DEATHNOTE SPRAWLING!
The Author gets up and throws another massive right hand as Darklord approaches! Carthic Incarnum tanks the hit! Another! Another!
BIEL TOSS TO THE CORNER BY DARKLORD! HE TAGS IN STORM!
Luke leaps over the ropes as Darklord lifts Deathnote up!
WARLORD’S HAND BY DARKLORD! LIGHTNING STRIKE BY STORM! CHOKE SLAM AND SUPER KICK COMBO!
Storm covers!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE-
KICK OUT!
Deathnote refuses to go down! Storm peels him off of the mat and whips him to the ropes! He ducks under a clothesline and goes for the Thez Press!
DEATHNOTE CATCHES HIM! HE RUNS HIM RIGHT INTO HIS CORNER AND LAYS INTO HIM WITH A FLURRY OF CLOTHESLINES THAT KNOCKS HIM FUCKING SILLY!
Deathnote is fucking furious about Storm’s refusal to die and he shows it as he lands a stiff headbutt that can be heard in the cheap seats! Two-Face tags himself in on Deathnote! The Author argues with him but Whitlock won’t hear it as he grabs Storm and whips him into the far turnbuckle!
Viper is back on the apron and he’s mocking Two-Face! The Politician stares him down-
AND GRABS VIPER’S HAND! HE MAKES VIPER SMACK LUKE STORM! DOES THAT COUNT AS A TAG?
DOESN’T MATTER TO WHITLOCK AS HE HAULS VIPER OVER THE ROPES AND NAILS HIM WITH A WILD RIGHT HAND!
Roberts is caught totally off guard as Whitlock hits a flurry of terrifying lefts and rights, each one shaking Viper’s body and knocking him around the ring!
LADY LUCK! TWO-FACE HAULS ROBERTS UP AND HITS THE JOKER DRIVER! BUT HE DOESN’T STOP THERE! HE ROLLS THROUGH! FLIP THE COIN! OVERDRIVE NECKBREAKER!
HE STILL HASN’T LET GO! HE ROLLS THROUGH ONE MORE TIME! HEADS OR TAILS! SISTER ABIGAIL- SNAKE OIL! VIPER SPITS A BURNING SUBSTANCE RIGHT INTO WHITLOCK’S FACE!
Two-Face stumbles back as Viper uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet! He looks to the outside as snakes come to ringside! One pulls the referee out of the ring! Another throws him a steel chair!
CHAIR SHOT TO THE TOP OF WHITLOCK’S HEAD! ALTON DROPS TO A KNEE!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
The chair fucking bends with the blows and Viper tosses it to ringside as the snakes let the referee back into the ring for the pin!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE?
NO! TWO-FACE IS STILL ALIVE!
Whitlock tries to roll to his feet and Viper runs back to his corner, tagging Storm back in! Meanwhile Two-Face leaps and tags in Deathnote!
Both men rush into the ring and trade lefts and rights!
DOWNPOUR! CODEBREAKER LANDS FLUSH AND DEATHNOTE STUMBLES!
LIGHTNING STRIKES TWICE- NO! DEATHNOTE CATCHES THE LEG! HE HAULS HIM UP FOR GATHER THY SOUL! GTS!
Both men hit the mat and fight to be the first to their feet! Deathnote is the first to his feet and he goes after Storm! But the Tempest leaps to his corner!
DARKLORD IS TAGGED IN!
Deathnote gets blind tagged!
BANZAN IS FINALLY JOINING THIS MATCH!
Two masses of raw physicality enter the ring and it shakes with their steps!
HAYMAKER BY DARKLORD TO BANZAN’S JAW!
MASSIVE FOREARM TO THE SIDE OF DARKLORD’S FACE BY BANZAN!
These two monsters trade blows back and forth, the ring fucking rocking as every hit lands flush!
AXE HANDLE TO THE SKULL KNOCKS BANZAN TO A KNEE! BUT BANZAN RETURNS IT IN FULL WITH A POWERFUL UPPERCUT THAT NEARLY TAKES DARKLORD OFF OF HIS FEET!
DUKKHA! SAITO SUPLEX SENDS DARKLORD ACROSS THE GOD DAMN RING IN A SHOW OF PURE STRENGTH!
The God King stumbles to his feet as Banzan hits the ropes!
MAGGA! KINSHASA!
NO!
DARKLORD CATCHES THE KNEE! WARLORD’S HAND! CHOKESLAM TO THE FUCKING CORNER!
The ring post buckles and bends outwards with the power of the slam! Two-Face tags himself in despite the carnage!
BRASS KNUCKLES TO THE JAW OF DARKLORD! THE CARTHIAN IS FUCKING ROCKED AS WHITLOCK WHIPS HIM BACK TO HIS CORNER!
Darklord lands hard in the corner and kneels against it! Viper tries to drop off the apron!
BUT DARKLORD TAGS HIM BEFORE HE CAN!
Viper angrily slides into the ring as Two-Face rushes him!
SNAKE OIL! FOR THE SECOND TIME! WHITLOCK IS BLINDED AND TWO-FACE NAILS THE DDT! ODE TO THE SNAKE!
Viper peels Whitlock off of the mat and calls for the end!
SNAKEBITE! WRAPAROUND NECKBREAKER DROPS WHITLOCK IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! HE COVERS!
ONE!
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TWO!
BOTH TEAMS RUSH INTO THE RING! ONE TO BREAK IT UP AND THE OTHER TO STOP IT!
THREE!
THREE?
THREE!
Viper runs away with this one! The match comes to an end and the world champ slides outside of the ring, escaping into the crowd!
VIPER ROBERTS & ALTON WHITLOCK
What an explosive six man tag!
As the participants filter out of the ringside area, Alton Whitlock stands alone in the center of the ring.
“Roberts!” He roars. “Don’t you dare leave!”
Viper Roberts turns back to face Whitlock, a smile on his face.
“I wouldn’t dare.” He says, affable as possible. “After all, I have a surprise for you.”
Whitlock goes after Roberts as the Champ steps back into the ring, but he stops when he sees a slither of snakes coming out of the crowd, with a captive in their midst.
Vivian Whitlock.
They drag her into the ring, while Whitlock watches.
“Smart man.” Viper says. “Perhaps you really have become whole. That other side of you would have been too brutish to stand down.”
Vivian looks at Roberts with a sneer.
“Fuck you.” She looks at Alton. “Kill his ass, Alton. I want to see him die.”
The Champ grins.
“Unfortunately, my dear, he’s already killed me in this ring, but thanks to the Terrors roaming these halls, no one that dies here stays dead.”
He turns to Alton.
“Though, I’d say your husband is stubborn enough on his own.” He continues. “I’ve already tried to kill him. It doesn’t seem to work. But if I can’t kill the body, I can always kill the soul.”
One of his snakes produces a knife.
“And thanks to the Endless, I can do it as much as I want. I’ve got a nice little room in the Slaughterhouse ready for the two of you.”
Alton leaps forward, but the snake drags the knife along Vivian’s throat.
The blood spurts out like a geyser, coating the face of Alton Whitlock. He cradles his wife, who is trying to speak, but is drowning in her own blood.
The pair are picked up by the snakes.
Viper Roberts is going to kill Vivian Whitlock over and over again.
Will Alton be able to endure it?
Cut.
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF & CAEL GABLE
The sound of waves crashing against a ship is accompanied by the seagulls in the air, making noise.
Captain Israel Grimwolf has a ship ready to sail, yet it appears to be docked.
“Hurry up ye scoundrels,” he roars at the Undead crew who’re manning the vessel.
They quickly go about their business of loading supplies when suddenly, there’s a large bang.
Everyone turns their attention to the wooden doors that go beneath deck, only to see them fly open with the body of a deceased crew mate being slammed through.
It’s Cael Gable and boy, he’s pissed.
Gable has a sword in hand and begins swiping at anything that moves, swinging towards crewmate after crewmate, chopping them down where they stand.
Grimwolf quickly tries to step in, prepared to use his own sword to deflect that of The Olympian, only he changes tack.
SPEAAAAAAAAAR!!
He Spears King Grimwolf to the floor and immediately begins slamming away at him with big right hands. Crew members rush to try and drag him off, but he angrily fights them back, escaping the ship onto the docks.
“Do we go after him Captain?” One of the crew wants to know.
The King rolls over and looks Gable in his eyes as he backs away.
“The locker wants him back,” he says with a grimace and growl. “There’s no escapin’ us, me hearty. Let him run. Let him feel the wind blow through his hair and the grass run between his toes. Soon, he’ll feel only the water in his lungs.”
Cut.