SIGIL & VOYNICH
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Stood in the middle of the ring, surrounded by cheering fans, Voynich stands with a microphone in his hand and the Double Feature Championship draped over his shoulder.
“I’m no-one’s puppet,” he opens calmly. “It seems to be a running theme that people here in Old School Wrestling think I’m some kind of weak puppet, played with on strings by anyone with an idea.”
He shakes his head and begins to pace.
“That’s not fucking me,” he sternly says to roars from the crowd. “Do I need to remind you just who in the fuck I am?”
This more stern, more aggressive approach is a breath of fresh air.
“I’m a former OSW World Champion. I’m your current Double Feature Champion. I’ve made some mistakes. I’ve believed from time to time in the wrong people – Sigil, being the foremost mistake among them. I’ve watched people die. I watched him murder Malice, Wynona, and Darby Sorrow. Hell, he put me in the ground too.”
There’re boos from the crowd at the very mention of Sigil.
“At Heartbreaker, a year ago, I realized that mistake. I tried to right the wrong at Red Snow VI, and I thought I did. I beat the living piss out of that asshole in the middle of this ring and beat him 1-2-3.”
The crowd cheer. Voynich nods.
“Yet he still went on to murder Darby Sorrow, make my life a misery and one year on, here we are again, ready to do it over.”
“Only this will be the last time.”
Suddenly, Monumental begins to play throughout the arena and the lights dim down to near darkness.
A plethora of portals open everywhere around the Slaughterhouse. Around the ring, near the ceiling, towards the ramps. Voynich immediately begins searching his surroundings, unsurprised when Sigil arrives on the entrance ramp with a microphone of his own.
“That’s a cute recap,” he says to a chorus of boos. “And honestly, this thirst for vengeance over what you consider to be a betrayal is beyond tiresome. I’m not your fucking father, Voynich.”
That surprises everyone, including The Best Kept Secret.
“I know you feel like he betrayed you when he went missing, but that’s not me. I’m not him. Hiding under this mask is no-one you care to know, but the reasons I’m doing what I’m doing are incomprehensible on scale to a man like you.”
“There would be a time when I’d beg you to make me understand,” Voynich interrupts. “But I don’t give a shit why you’re doing what you’re doing. I don’t fucking care.”
The Collector laughs audibly into a microphone.
“Good,” he states happily. “Because I’m just as ready to end this saga as you are. I’m too powerful to be stopped by a man like you, Voynich. I have in my possession the crystals to warp reality, construct love, turn back time and create life. What the fuck can a peon like you do to something like me?”
“Kill you,” Voynich replies sternly. “At Red Snow VII, once and for all, I’m going to fucking kill you. I’m no-one’s puppet but The Endless has told me that at Red Snow, if anyone dies, they stay dead. He’s putting an end to this nightmare and that means we can end this once and for all. You and I, Sigil, in a Deathmatch. The loser dies and this war between us is over.”
Sigil thinks about it for a moment.
“Very well,” he responds with a nod. “If it’s death you seek to end this war then it’s death you will receive.”
In the depths of the Slaughterhouse we see a hall of bodies, the likes of which range from faculty of the Slaughterhouse to clergymen. We follow the trail of bodies up to the feet of two men.
The digusting sounds of gargling blood are sickening as the camera pans up to reveal Sanctus Bellator, the Holy Warrior choking a clergyman to death, the blackened mass of Impaler’s influence squirming and writhing on his face!
“K-keeping people safe. Only in Slaughter— house.” Bellator speaks in stilted words as he tries his damndest to retain control, any kind of control over what he’s doing. The priest in his grasp grips at Bellator’s arm, digging his nails into the skin as life drains from his eyes.
“Should-should not have come.”
With the last of his strength, the priest hanging off of Bellator’s arm splashes holy water into his face! Sanctus lets go and stumbles back, the clergyman dropping dead to the ground! Sanctus frantically grabs for the bottle! He dumps it backwards onto his face!
With each glug of water that falls onto his skin the black mass recedes!
Blood washes itself from the Holy Warrior’s skin, and as the last bit of it splashes into his face he takes in a shaky inhale, dropping the bottle to the ground, watching it shatter as he comes to.
And in horror, Bellator looks around himself at the brutality he’s caused. However, as horrified as he is, the bodies were killed in the Slaughterhouse, and as such, many of them begin to stir as they return to the land of the living.
He rises to his feet, taking another bottle of the holy water from one of the still dead priests as he leaves.
MORDECAI vs. SANCTUS BELLATOR ©
In his first defence of the title he won at Ring King, Sanctus Bellator will hope The Gatekeeper of Dreams isn’t about to turn his reign into a nightmare.
The Champion arms himself with a ladder and charges the challenger as the bell gets rung. For his size, Mordecai shows great agility to evade. But Bellator swings the ladder around 180 degrees and clocks the Dreamkeeper in the head. The Templar sets up the ladder and starts to climb. He’s nimble and quickly at the top but Mordecai pulls away the ladder like it’s nothing and Sanctus hits the canvas from height.
The Gatekeeper hoists The Templar onto his shoulders….NEUROSIS!!!! Sanctus is spun out with that backbreaker rack…INTO AN AIR RAID CRASH ONTO A LADDER!!!! MYOCLONIC TWITCH and Sanctus may be done. Mordecai uprights a ladder and starts to climb. He’s a big unit and slow as a sloth wading through custard. Slow enough for Sanctus to recover…
YAHWEH’S SIGN!!!! THE CRUCIFIX BOMB FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!!!! The “HOLY SHIT” chant is heard among the spectators. Sanctus isn’t done though. He’s back up that ladder….TERRA TREMUIT!!! DOUBLE FOOT STOMP OFF THE LADDER!!!
MORDECAI COUNTERS!!! REALITY CHECK!!!! And now he wants to finish this. Mordecai takes Sanctus up a few rungs of the upright ladder….HYPNOGOGIA!!! Bellator reverses….IMPERTIO!!!! MOONSAULT SIDE SLAM FROM THE LADDER!!!! Sanctus climbs the ladder to reclaim the gold strap hanging above the ring.
The Templar climbs a stairway to heaven to retain the Rewind Title.
VIPER ROBERTS & TWO-FACE
Last week, continued.
Alton and Vivian Whitlock face one another. Alton is chained to the wall. Vivian, held in a torture device.
Beneath her, a puddle of battery acid steams from the floor. The skin around her neck is raw, having quickly healed from the acid melting through her face and windpipe to the floor below.
She and Alton are still locking eyes, both red with sorrow.
Beyond them, the executioner Endo stands at the bolted door, unlocking it for the entry of a new individual.
The Head Snake looks over the situation, shaking his head. He nods to Endo, and they approach Alton. He raises his foe’s head to level with his, and for the first time Whitlock looks away from his wife. He meets Roberts’ gaze with steel.
“I’ve arranged for us to have a match at Red Snow.” Viper says with a grin. “Falls count anywhere. I hope you can get some rest chained up here. I’d hate for you not to be at your best.”
The grin grows larger as the Head Snake holds out his hand, receiving the fabled coin of Two-Face from Endo.
“Falls count anywhere. That means I can drag your useless carcass out of this building, and we’ll find out what happens when I shove this coin through your head on the streets of Hell’s Kitchen.”
Endo steps away, while Viper does something unique.
He undoes the chain holding one of Alton’s arms.
“But first, I need to know something.” He says as Endo returns. “Just how did you manage to kill off the other side of Two-Face?”
No answer. Roberts rubs the wrist of Whitlock, watching as his fingers move as blood returns to them.
“You’ve truly got nothing left, do you? Nothing that will break you?”
Endo hands Roberts a black metallic object.
“I beg to differ.” Roberts finishes.
Carefully lifting Alton’s limp arm, Roberts closes his foe’s fingers around the gun he used so liberally before.
And points it at Vivian, who has begun to wake up.
“She may come back. She may not. But either way, you’re going to pull that trigger, Whitlock. Blow her brains all over this room.”
The air thick with tension, Roberts readies the gun, holding Whitlock’s arm towards Vivian, making sure his finger is on the trigger.
But he stops. Out of Alton Whitlock’s mouth, a sound is coming. First a whisper, then a growl.
“Roberts.” He says, making Viper lean in, his words barely audible. “You split… half… made me… killer.”
A pregnant pause hangs in the air as Alton Whitlock takes a deep breath.
“But now I’m whole.” He says, stronger now.
“And it’s time for the killer to take the wheel.”
Viper Roberts is taken by surprise as Whitlock takes full control of his arm. Vivian Whitlock closes her eyes.
Vivian’s face is splashed with blood and brain matter, but it’s not her own.
It’s Endo’s. Viper Roberts managed to pull him in front of Whitlock’s tracking arm.
Full of adrenaline, Alton unchains his other arm, getting himself down. He quickly begins to get Vivian off the torture device. He holds her for a moment, as she whispers to him.
“Do what you have to do.” She whispers, grabbing his hand. “But come back to me.”
As he begins to lead her out of the room, he stops to bend down.
Viper Roberts dropped the coin.
It’s Falls Count Anywhere at Red Snow.
CALLIHAN & TENCHU
Miles away from the insanity that awaits him at The Slaughterhouse, we find Callihan in a setting much more familiar to him…the newsroom. He has a grin on his face and his article and notes all printed out and ready to hand in.
It’s a good night to be this journalist…until he notices something horribly wrong.
His coworkers, fellow journalists all in search of some sense of truth in these crazy times, laid out at their desks.
Callihan knows exactly who’s to blame for this…and he’s staring the assassin down from the other end of the room.
The gravity of what’s happened sinks in quickly for the journalisth, rage building up inside and a fire in his eyes.
“How could you!?”
This fiery inquiry is met with a cold, silent stare from the Metal Shadow.
“You brought this upon yourself, Callihan. Some secrets are meant to stay hidden…and now, you will learn that the truth doesn’t always set you free.”
Tenchu lunges at the journalist, opting not to use his traditional sword but rather a dagger…but Callihan dodges it, grabbing the dagger from him in the process!
Rather than continue the fight, however, Tenchu simply flees…leaving Callihan with a room full of dead journalists and the murder weapon.
And then the sirens approach.
The sun is starting to set in a brisk early December evening, and the darkness starts to creep in as CXDY stares out of the window in the kitchen of the Williams family home. Behind him, without his family, is a house filled only with silence and memories.
CXDY is in such a trance that he almost doesn’t hear the doorbell ring, but he shakes himself out of his stupor long enough to walk over to the door. When he opens it he’s greeted by a courier.
“Isn’t it a little late to be out delivering?” he asks, looking at his watch.
“Oh yes, sir, but this was sent super express. The sender paid top dollar to make sure this got to you today. Sorry to have disturbed you, sir.”
The courier leaves, handing a simple white envelope with CXDY. On the front is written, in beautiful calligraphy, “To our dear friend”.
CXDY opens it up and slips out the contents. He shouldn’t be surprised, given the time of year, that he’d start receiving christmas cards, but as he turns it over to look at the design he feels a feeling he’s never felt before. His heart sinks and his temper rises all at the same time.
The front of the card shows SeeSaw, Sasha and Cody Jr. superimposed in front of Santa’s grotto, the smile-inducing devices in full view. Below them in a jolly font, it says “Happy Holidays!”.
There’s a moment of silence.
Then CXDY explodes, throwing a glass at the wall and watching it shatter before lifting the christmas tree – whole – and launching it at the fireplace. Luckily he had not lit the fire or the Williams house would be going up in smoke.
He grabs his keys and heads out the front door towards his car.
“Fuck logic,” he says. “I need my family back tonight.”
KAINE KNIGHTLORD vs. SEESAW
WITH A SUPERDUPER STUPENDOUS TURBINE BLAST! Kaine is nearly cut in half from the super Gore but Seesaw isn’t done, pulling Knightlord up as he blasts him with knee after knee to the torn midsection before throwing him into the ropes
BELLY TO…NORTHERN LARIAT! Kaine delivers the not so Bloody Stream but as he quickly pulls Seesaw up to his feet, that won’t be the case for long as he rushes forward, throwing the Toybox King headfirst into the unforgiving steel, busting him open!
Seesaw staggers forward as Kaine leaps forward, delivering Just A Bite to the busted forehead but as Knightlord reaches forward for a second nibble, Seesaw counters with a brutal backfist, stunning Kaine before he’s lifted up high in the air. CHOOCHOO BOMB INTO THE CELL WALL!
Seesaw looks to finish this once and for all, wiping the blood from his eyes with a sickening grin as he peels Kaine off the mat, hoisting him into a torture rack before spinning around into THE BIG WHEEL! That has to be it as Seesaw drops down for the ONE…TWO…THREE!!
The Toybox King does it here, using memories of the past to put down the Dark Detective in this hard hitting contest
LEIF HELVIG, BANZAN & DARKLORD
Backstage, we find Leif Helvig standing alone. He is ready for his match, his wolves flanking him, as he prepares himself to fight alone against Voynich and Sigil.
Banzan is nowhere to be found, kidnapped by Darklord last week.
“Helvig!” A voice calls from afar.
The Carthian steps out to stand before Helvig. Tension is thick in the air, but it’s cut as someone joins Darklord.
But not as we usually see him. He is wearing a suit of armor, covering all of his body but his eyes. It tingles with alien energy. His katana has been upgraded as well.
“Endure the second Bastilum Trial.” Darklord says with a smile, looking at Banzan. “Attack.”
Banzan rushes in, his moves mechanical, his eyes full of sorrow. As Helvig (and his wolves) dodge a katana strike, they begin to battle furiously. Helvig’s own weapon barely blocks the enhanced strength of the Mountain.
Meanwhile, Darklord narrates, while holding a small box in his hand.
“Two of Earth’s greatest warriors, forced to fight one another. Pathetic. The mighty monk fights with Carthian strength, but still cannot finish his foe.”
His words bear fruit as Helvig is holding his own handily as he looks for a weak point in the armor. To no avail.
But Banzan’s eyes are beginning to glow as his armor takes more shots.
“Perhaps I was wrong about you, Helvig.” Darklord continues. “Perhaps neither of you are worthy to feel Voidbringer upon your brow.”
Another parried thrust from Helvig, and Banzan suddenly stops. The armor has begun to glow at the seams. Helvig grins as he watches, sending his wolves away.
THE ARMOR EXPLODES, SENDING PIECES EVERYWHERE!
Banzan is now standing alone, having absorbed enough energy to destroy his confinement.
And he is PISSED!
Darklord smiles, however.
“You have passed the trials.” He says. “Now, at Red Snow, you face true Bastilum.”
He raises the box in his hand to press a button.
A blinding light takes over the whole room, staggering Banzan and Helvig. When it ceases, Darklord is gone.
ALBERT SHAW & NIGEL ROYAL
The sign above the reception desk reads ‘Chartwell Academy’. Albert Shaw looks decidedly out of place, his rough and ready demeanour among the hoity-toity atmosphere of the place.
Behind the desk, the receptionist is busy typing away at the computer. Eventually, she looks up.
“Sorry, sir. I cannot find any record of Archie ever being enrolled here. I’ve tried under Archibald too. Are you sure that you have the right place?”
Shaw draws a deep, deep breath, exhaling with force. He’s frustrated, clearly, but not at her. She picks up on the body language.
“Look, if you weren’t such a big benefactor of the Academy, it would be highly unprofessional for me to even look up student files for you, Mister Shaw.”
Shaw looks a tad confused.
The receptionist smiles.
“Your driver said you like to keep your contributions secretive, each time he dropped by to sign papers on you behalf. It is nice to finally meet you, by the way. Sorry I couldn’t help you locate the student you’re looking for. There is no Archie at Chartwell at all, or anyone matching the description you gave.”
Shaw’s jaw tightens, but the receptionist continues smiling.
“Ah here’s your driver now. Yes, I believe we were just finishing Mister Royal.”
She waves cheerfully at Nigel Royal, who had just entered the administration area, a smirk on his face. Shaw spins around to meet him.
“You fucking played me like a puppet, didja? And I effing took the bait. Hook, line and bloody sinker.”
Royal holds out a gloved hand.
“You’ve taken enough from me, Albie. I told you that you’d never find him. Do you really think I could be intimidated?”
Albert doesn’t speak initially, he drops Royal with a vicious right hook that draws a shocked gasp from the receptionist.
“You are running out of fingers, and this, a desperate attempt to make me your pawn once more. Am I supposed to fear you?”
Royal answers from the floor, blood pouring out of his broken nose.
“Quite frankly, yes. If you want to see the boy again, I need to keep a hold of my remaining fingers. You’ve made your point but you’re also no closer to getting him back.”
Shaw has heard enough. He grabs Royal by the wrist and pulls off his glove to reveal his already mangled hand. Bringing it up to the reception desk, the poor lady standing there screams in horror.
Clearly the conversation didn’t go as Royal had planned, punctuated by an elbow to the skull that sees him seeing stars. Shaw pulls out his snips and holds them above the hand.
“The ring is the quintessential symbol of power. You’re used to holding the power, but those days are fucking over, you prick. Take the ring finger, the power shifts. It’s pretty fucking simple.”
Royal’s eyes widen in fear and protest but Shaw isn’t hearing it. Much to the horrified screaming of the receptionist, he hands the snips to Royal.
“You do it, or I will take the fucking pinkie with it.”
Royal gulps, knowing by now that Shaw means every fucking word. He closes the snips around his own ring finger as hard as he can. His own screams echo that of the poor lady as another is added to the collection.
Royal is left discarded, blood spurting all over the fresh painted walls and thick carpet as Albert Shaw calmly walks right on out the front door.
CAEL GABLE vs. CXDY
The ring is littered with weapons of all persuasions as gold meets perfection in this hardcore match.
CXDY grabs a kendo stick and swings at Gable. The Olympian ducks. CXDY keeps swinging with imperfect timing, unable to strike his target. The Gold Medallist grabs a trash can and tosses it towards CXDY, following up with a running dropkick into the trashcan and The Reflection of Perfection. Cover for ONE….STRONG KICKOUT!!!
Gable peels CXDY off the mat and tries to Irish whip him but it’s reversed and CXDY clocks Gable with brass knux he had hidden. BIG IN JAPAN!!! The running lariat drops Gable. CXDY sets up a table against a turnbuckle, then grabs a 2 x 4 wrapped in barbed wire. LIFTING SPEAR!!!!!! THE GOLD RUSH THROUGH THE TABLE!!!! Both men are down and out after that!
Out of the wreckage rise both men. CXDY still has that 2 x 4 in his hand. He whacks Gable across the back, ripping at The Olympian’s flesh. Gable is taggered. CXDY on him with a brass knux strike flurry, followed by a roundhouse kick that drops The Olympian. CXDY off the ropes…leg drop….PERFECT RUSH!!! NO!!! CXDY is convulsing like he’s having a fit!!!
Gable tasered that motherfucker!!! That’s the opening for The Olympian….PUGHPLEX…COUNTERED!!! PERFECT ENDING!!! ONTO A STEEL CHAIR!!! That’s enough for ONE….TWO…..THREEEE!!!!
CXDY re-discovers his inner TERROR ahead of his visit to The Toybox!
MORDECAI AND THE SANDMAN
The words come out in a whisper, an almost calming tone. They could be coming from nonother than Mordecai. The Dream Guardian walks through a sickening dream world, one decorated in charred bodies and broken bones. He sneers, light emanating from his form as he walks through the wasteland.
Uncharacteristically, Mordecai lets out a yell of anger that shatters the illusion! The world falls away in splintered pieces and Mordecai finds himself face to face with his brother. They find themselves in an empty room, Sandman chuckling as Mordecai stares him down.
BIG RIGHT HAND TO THE JAW STUMBLES SANDMAN! MORDECAI ISN’T PLAYING GAMES!
A plethora of rights and lefts send Sandman back and forth with thunderous blows that rock him! Sandman can’t even react, let alone speak as Mordecai wraps a hand around Sandman’s throat!
TO SAND! MORDECAI JUST GOOZLED SANDMAN WITH HIS OWN CHOKESLAM!
He mounts the Dream Demon, planting shot after shot to his face! However, Sandman isn’t howling in pain, he isn’t yelling, no.
Mordecai stops his assault, looking upon his brother in confusion, a hand still wrapped firmly around The Night Terror’s throat.
“Why are you laughing?” The Dream Guardian sneers, trying not to yell again as Sandman finally speaks.
“Because you can’t stop me, brother. I found it… I found your little tether,” he speaks in a sing-song voice, mocking Mordecai. “You’re tethered to this world itself, aren’t you? And I know just how to snap it like a mockingbird’s neck. I wanted you to come to me, brother. I wanted to let you know it was all over for you.”
He begins to laugh again, Mordecai tightening his grip!
Mordecai’s right hook hits nothing but sand as Sandman melts away beneath him! The Gatekeeper stands up, kicking the dust away as he looks around.
“Not even that knowledge will keep you safe from me, brother.”
SIMON, PYRE & LUKE STORM
Hollywood Luke Storm sits in the locker room area when Simon and Pyre approach. These two have been joined at the hip since Red Snow and Luke Storm knows it.
They’ve a match tonight, a big match, and Luke isn’t happy to see Simon.
“Where have you been?” He says to Pyre, ignoring Simon’s presence. “We have prep to do.”
“My apologies, she was with me,” Simon interrupts.
Hollywood snaps his head to the Taskmaster with a grimace.
“I can’t believe you’re listening to this asshole,” Storm says to Pyre, his eyes never leaving Simon. “It doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, does it?”
“She see’s an opportunity, Luke. I want bMf to work for me and help me create an empire. You made agreements with Viper Roberts that were mutually beneficial – that’s all I’m asking for,” Simon contends with a smile.
Luke chuckles to himself, shaking his head.
“You know, my brother liked to think he was the smartest man in any room he ever entered,” Luke says with a smile. “Truth is, he usually was. You couldn’t wipe his ass or lace his boots. Do I look like a fucking idiot to you?”
That surprises Simon, who doesn’t know what to say.
“You were responsible for the fires, right?” Storm says to Simon’s surprise. The Taskmaster understandably gulps, whilst Pyre looks mortified. “It all makes sense that you’re blackmailing her, Simon. She’d never listen to a prick like you. You may have her in your pocket for now, but rest assured that bMf will find her the way out.”
The Actor barges past Simon and exits the locker room, leaving her and Pyre behind to contemplate what they’ve just heard.
“Hm,” Simon muses. “I knew he was the smart one.”
“Don’t even think about hurting him,” Pyre chimes in.
“Oh, don’t worry my dear, there’s no use in that. It looks like we’re going to have to make it impossible for him to say no.”
JESSIE WILLIAMS vs. TWO-FACE vs. TENCHU
We have a big collision ahead of us in this triple threat encounter between Jessie Williams, Two-Face, and Tenchu!
As the bell rings, Tenchu immediately takes advantage of a seemingly distracted Two-Face…or is it Alton Whitlock? The identity crisis is something the Metal Shadow willingly exploits as he sends the former politician to the outside before focusing on Jessie Williams…who knocks Tenchu down hard with a massive Superman Punch!
BOOMSTICK! Jessie may already have this won as he goes for the cover…but Whitlock’s run back into the ring to save the match for himself! Whitlock sends Jessie to the ropes, getting a clothesline on the rebound! Whitlock picks Jessie up, this time going for an Overdrive neckbreaker! FLIP THE…
…NO! Jessie manages to counter out of it! And with Tenchu back on his feet, things break down into chaos as the Metal Shadow gets a measure of revenge on the Prince for the Boomstick earlier, responding in kind with a high jumping knee off the ropes! HIDDEN BLADE CONNECTS!
Jessie is down, but Whitlock prevents the Metal Shadow from capitalizing as he catches him with an Overdrive that connects! FLIP THE COIN! Jessie is back on his feet as he charges at Whitlock…who catches the Prince with the swinging reverse STO! HEADS OR TAILS, WHITLOCK COVERS! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Whether he’s known as Alton Whitlock or Two-Face, he is known here as the victor after a close triple threat bout!
HOLLYWOOD LUKE STORM & DEATHNOTE
In the name of love.’The pumping sounds of music blares out of a backstage room of the Slaughterhouse. Hollywood Luke Storm is surrounded by a gaggle of people, a drink in his hand and a smile on his laughing face. He shares a joke, a confident twinkle in his eye.
Luke Storm parties on, without a care in the world.
That is, until a certain someone gatecrashes the party. The music cuts to an abrupt stop and the party-goers soon part ways like the Red Sea parting as Deathnote bursts through.
The Shinigami is livid, maddened and unstable. He pushes guests out of the way, upturning tables and leaving a trail of destruction in his wake as he approaches Storm.
“One week.” The Shinigami spits out through gritted teeth, his voice strained like someone who has been struggling to contain himself. “Lucas, you have one week to live. Tell me how you simply seem to not care. Do you not believe that your Death Note is true?”
Storm laughs, downing the remainder of his drink and patting Deathnote on the shoulder. Deathnote flinches wildly, clearly very much on edge.
“I’m having far too much fun watching you drive yourself crazy. How many times have you tried to kill me?”
Storm laughs, looking at Deathnote who says nothing, cracking his knuckles tensely in silence.
“Does the fact that I’m still enjoying myself make you… Angry?”
That’s it. Deathnote snaps. Grabbing Storm by the scruff of his neck, he hoists Hollywood Luke Storm up off the ground and slams him against a wall.
“You’re staring down the barrel of your own death note. You should be scared. Looking straight into the face of your own mortality. You have one week to live… How can you not comprehend that? Why?!”
The pair scuffle, Luke Storm pushing Deathnote off him, only for the Shinigami to hit him with an ELBOW STRIKE.
GATHER THY SOUL! THE GTS DROPS LUKE STORM!
Those that are still gathered gasp in shock at Hollywood’s favourite son lying unconscious in front of them. Deathnote reaches inside Storm’s suit jacket, pulling out the copied page of Storm’s death note.
Screwing it into a ball, he opens Luke’s mouth and stuffs it inside. Then, he plants a decent slap a Ross his face for good measure.
“See you next week, Lucas Newton… When your deathday is upon us.”
Sir Renault is in his locker room, anger fueling him after the all-out assault on his faith over the last several weeks. He takes out his sword and begins doing several training motions with it.
“I’ve seen the battle you’ve been entrenched in, Knight.”
The voice gets Renault’s immediate attention as he turns to an unlit area of his locker room.
“I’m not in the mood for your games, Phineas. If you want a fight so badly, we don’t have to wait until Red Snow!” Darth Jesus declares as he keeps his sword at the ready.
“I am not that circus freak, Sir Renault. I am here to offer aid in this fight of yours. I believe I have something you need, and I know you have something I need.” The figure says, remaining in the darkness.
“How do I know I can trust you?” Sir Renault asks. “You won’t even step out into the light.”
“Faith, my friend. Faith. Like what you have in Yahweh eventually returning” Comes the reply from the darkness
Sir Renault eases his stance at this statement, sheathing his sword.
“You are just the soldier I need to fight the evils of the world. We can start with Phineas Moody.”
Sir Renault bows his head in acknowledgement.
“If what you offer is true, then you’ll have my sword. But this better not be a trick.”
Sir Renault and the figure begin to discuss plans as the scene fades.
LEIF HELVIG & BANZAN vs. VOYNICH & SIGIL
Voynich scowls at the Collector, who just signals for Voynich to get his ass on the apron, a momentary distraction that costs Sigil as he turns around into a brutal Lariat that turns him inside out. Sigil staggers to his feet right into the solid steel Beast as he tries for a Finite that’s caught before he’s lifted up onto Helvig’s chest
VALKYRIE KALLAR! Sigil gets tossed like a sack of shit as Banzan is begging for the tag. Helvig just sneers before dropping down, looking for the end of the Collector as he rushes forward. FRIG…VOYNICH SWEEPS SIGIL’S LEG CAUSING HELVIG TO SOAR OVER HIM INTO THE CORNER!
Helvig staggers out of the corner into a double leaping knee from the Collectors Edition before Voynich lifts him high up into the air, INFINITE HEIGHT! MONOLITH/ROUNDHOUSE COMBINATION! They pull Helvig up to his feet, not noticing the blind tag from Banzan as Sigil backs up, rushing forward
INTO A MAGGA! Banzan nearly takes Sigil’s head off with that huge knee before trying to deliver the same to Voynich. He dodges the knee however, grabbing the Mountain by the head before rushing up the ropes , THE EIGHT WONDER! Voynich nails a rising Helvig with a hard dropkick to the face before throwing Sigil onto Banzan for the ONE…TWO…THREE!!!
The Collectors Edition rise once more to pick up a huge victory over two behemoths but with a blood feud and the main event of Red Snow ahead of them, that may well be the last victory one of them truly has.
ASH WILLIAMS, JESSIE WILLIAMS, KAINE KNIGHTLORD & JOANNA WILLIAMS
In the halls of The Slaughterhouse, Jessie Williams is pacing at a breakneck pace.
Ash is trying to get him to calm down.
“Breathe Jessie, I’ve never seen you this worked up.”
The comments don’t help.
“Breathe? After what that monster did to me? I would’ve been a vampire if it wasn’t for you. Maybe Joanna is right, maybe I am weak.”
Ash smacks Jessie and tries to talk some sense into him.
“You survived a vampire trying to sire you when you were at your weakest. Most people can’t handle it at their strongest. You’re a Williams damn it and we’re a lot of things. Weak is not one of them.”
Jessie nods and speaks.
“Then why do I feel like I’m breaking down?”
A third and fourth voice join the conversation and answer in perfect harmony.
“You need to feed.”
It’s Kaine Knightlord and Joanna Williams. Kaine continues.
“No, the sire didn’t go through but there are changes. You’ll want to attack more. Bloodlust will play an integral part in your life. That pacing won’t stop until you quell it somehow.”
Joanna speaks up.
“You’re going to have to hurt someone or that insatiable feeling will never go away. Just make sure it’s not an innocent or whatever cheesy advice Dad is about to give you.”
Ash shrugs and nods. He holds his head down because he realizes Joanna is right.
Jessie smiles and replies to Joanna.
“Ok, I’ll attack you then. Your innocence is long gone now.”
Jessie tackles Joanna and holds up a knife to her throat.
“Any last words?”
Joanna nods her head and speaks.
“Don’t do this, you don’t want to take this path. I know it’s unbearable right now but it doesn’t go away. It makes you do stupid stuff like hunt on your own and become like me. You don’t want to be like me. I don’t even want to be like me.”
Jessie stands up, nods his head slowly, and hands the knife to Ash.
“I can’t do it Dad.”
“I understand, let’s go somewhere you can calm down and both my kids can be safe in their own way.”
Jessie nods his head and the Williams men walk away downtrodden realizing that’s still the girl they love dearly deep inside that cold vampire shell.
“You think there’s a chance we can get her back?”
“I hope Jessie but if not, we have to kill her the moment she shows we can’t.”
Jessie nods his head.
SEESAW & CXDY
Backstage, SeeSaw scuttles around a corner, almost skidding into the wall. He looks over his shoulder, giggling as he does, before he looks up at a big heavy door.
It’s a vault, with a window in the door.
“I knew this would come in useful one day,” he rasps.
SeeSaw pulls the door closed behind him, and not a moment too soon as CXDY Williams races around the very same corner. He sees SeeSaw through the vault window and tries to pull the door open.
“You won’t get in,” screeches SeeSaw. “You seem very, very angry, and I only play with my friends when they’re in a good mood.”
“Angry?” CXDY starts. “You ain’t seen nothing yet. Now tell me where my family are.”
“Your family? I don’t know anything about your family. MY family are safe and sound. My wife Sasha and my son Andy Jr. Safe and sound, away from violent people like you.”
CXDY punches the vault hard. For a second SeeSaw jumps back before remembering it is thick steel and no man can punch a hole in it.
“You’re deranged, you know that?”
“I am just protecting my family, out of love.”
“Love!? How can a pathetic clown like you know about love? You only have a lust for my family, SeeSaw. You lust after a normal life. You wish you had a wife and son, a suburban house with a car on the drive, don’t you? Given your upbring it’s not odd that you crave normality. But you don’t have normality. And SeeSaw never will. Just look at you. You’ve kidnapped an innocent mother and her son and locked yourself inside a steel vault. These are the actions of a madman, not a family man.”
SeeSaw laughs maniacally, causing CXDY to punch the door again, this time leaving a trail of blood gently dripping towards the floor.
“By the end of Red Snow you won’t be laughing. Believe me SeeSaw when I tell you you don’t know what you have let yourself in for. You could skin me alive and pluck the tendons from my bones one by one, and still I’d find it in me to go on. The love I have for my family would make sure I could not rest until I knew they would never, EVER, have to live in a world under your control. And only then would I be physically able to take my last breath.”
SeeSaw starts to look concerned, and backs away from the door.
“Watch your back, freak.” CXDY snarls, punching the door a few more times. As he leaves we see his knuckles are a mess of blood and bruises. But his eyes show no pain. Just anger.
SIMON vs. SIR RENAULT
Will it be faith or intellectualism which is forged in fire!?
Sir Renault dives into a double-leg takedown, but Simon traps him in a front facelock. The Taskmaster grabs his leg… FISHERMAN SUPLEX – SIMONPLEX! He drags The Last Crusader towards the flames… But Renault boots him off! Simon rolls dangerously close to the fire, though he escapes unscathed. They clash in the middle—SPINNING BACKFIST!?
DENIED! Renault blocks the GAMBIT, snatching Simon in a waistlock. German suplex! He holds on… Half-nelson suplex! Still holding on… Bridging dragon suplex – THE HOLY TRINITY! The fallen holy knight pulls Simon into the raging inferno… But Simon escapes! The Grandmaster is drenched in sweat – and you have to imagine Renault is dying inside all that armour!
CATALAN OPENING!? Renault side-steps the knee trembler by Simon. He doubles him over with a boot to the gut, then hoists him up into a crucifix powerbomb! THE LAST CRUS—Simon drops down! He kicks Renault’s knee out, then grabs a headlock… TORRE ATTACK! Renault, however, shoves Simon off, avoiding the bulldog! Simon skids just shy of the dancing flames.
Renault charges into the intellectual, weaving behind him with a crucifix! He secures the armlock variation of THE PENTANGLE! This version represents friendship, but I don’t think these two will be having a beer together afterwards! Darth Jesus pulls Simon’s arm towards the scorching heat… SIMON’S CUFF CATCHES FIRE! The flames quickly spread up his sleeve as he rolls on the mat!
Sir Renault’s faith overcomes Simon’s intellectualism!
CAEL GABLE & ISRAEL GRIMWOLF
In the deep blue ocean, a diver swims through the beautiful sea with an oxygen tank. He swims as far down as he can, reaching a shipwreck on the bottom.
After some navigating through its barnacle covered rotten halls, he reaches what appears to be a large chest. With some effort and a crowbar, he manages to pry the chest open and reach inside.
He takes what he needs and swims back to the surface, where a boat recovers him and takes him back to shore.
Hour have passed since the driver made his exhibition and when he finally gets docked, Cael Gable is stood there waiting.
“Did you find it?” He excitedly and nervously asks.
The diver nods his head, producing a gold medallion.
“I did,” he says proudly. “And there was no sign of anything untoward.”
“Grimwolf always told me that the Sea Beast only takes sailors. I thought you’d be safe, but there’s always a risk,” he says looking at the Medallion.
“Do you really need that?” The Diver asks, pointing at the Gold Medal around his neck. “Looks like you have one already and I’m sure it’d fetch a pretty penny.”
“Oh, I need it,” Gable replies with a smirk. “Besides, they’re already here.”
The Dead Crew of Israel Grimwolf leap out from advanced positions around them, rushing towards the pair. The Diver wisely leaps back into his speedboat and has his driver speed off, leaving Gable stranded behind.
However, that seems to be by design.
He knew they’d come.
When The Nekken appears with his crew, Cael Gable simply stands there – showing no fear.
“You went searching the deep, didn’t you?” The Nekken angrily growls, spewing water as he does.
“How did you know?” Cael replies.
With that, The Sea Beast tosses the fingers of Dead Man’s Fingers at his feet.
That infuriates Cael.
He steps forward angrily, but the crew rush to grab him, restraining him.
“Now, how about you give my crew that medallion?” The Nekken asks, nodding at his crew who snatch it from his hands. “It’s time, old friend. We should end this where it all began, on my ship.”
“I will kill you,” The Olympian angrily warns him. “If you take me aboard that ship, I will fucking kill you.”
The Nekken laughs, buoyed by his crew who do the same.
“Without that Medallion, you don’t stand a chance.”
The Nekken leads his crew and the captured Gable back towards his ship. We remain behind, looking at the ground.
Because there, unbelievably, lays the red, white, and blue strap of Cael Gable’s gold medal.
What Nekken’s crew thought they took, wasn’t what they wanted.
Cael Gable still has the Medallion!
SANCTUS BELLATOR & THE IMPALER
His wicked family.
Thirteen men stalk the halls of The Slaughterhouse, a terrifying sight for anyone in their path as they walk through. Impaler chuckles as he looks to his legion.
“Find him. Our new brother is hiding in the halls. I can feel him, can’t you?” His former hosts all look to one another, all of them walking in row before they split up without a word, going in every direction looking for their missing link.
The sounds of glass shattering against skin catch Impaler’s attention! He follows the inhuman screech of one of his brethren. The scene cuts between the rest of his former hosts as they all go to converge on their leader.
The Impaler slides into a hallway, looking down at the body of his former host as he writhes in pain. The Dread Pirate Roberts of Wrestling looks up, his eyes wide behind his mask as one by one, he feels his connection cut to his bodies.
And the sound of footsteps catches his attention as someone walks from the other end of the hallway.
A belt of holy water hangs at his waist as he drags one of Impaler’s brethren behind him. He drops the beaten and bloodied corpse before uncorking another bottle and pouring it over his face, staving off the black mass once more. Sanctus huffs, a mist of water coming off of his lips as he approaches Impaler.
“You’re a demon? A parasite? I have a way to keep you out, a way to keep your ‘family’ away. It’s just you and me, Impaler.”
The Impaler simply sneers, finding himself on the defense for the first time.
“This is just a band-aid, Sanctus. You can’t keep me out forever. You aren’t the first who’s tried, you won’t be the last. We are eternal. We are legion… and soon, you will be too.” As he speaks he slowly backs away, Sanctus sees this and takes off towards him in a sprint!
Impaler rushes down the hall, disappearing behind a turn! Bellator is quick to follow but as soon as he rounds the corner Impaler is gone into thin air!
The Holy Warrior pours another bottle of holy water onto his skin as he searches for his target.
“You can run, Impaler. But retribution will find you all the same.”
ALBIE SHAW, BANZAN & DEATHNOTE vs. bMf vs. ISRAEL GRIMWOLF, THE SANDMAN & DARKLORD vs. VIPER ROBERTS, PHINEAS MOODY & CORVUS
Twelve of OSW’s finest and most terrifying lambs enter the ring! Which of these four teams will come out on the other side in one piece?
Pyre rushes Corvus with malicious intent as the bell sounds, laying into the assassin with ferocious rights and lefts that hit with surgical precision! She’s wanting revenge for last week’s hacking and it shows as she lands a massive roundhouse that floors him!
Meanwhile Grimwolf and Deathnote stalk around one another! The Ring King strikes first with a massive lariat that sends Deathnote to the ground! The Author stands up and catches a big boot flush to the face!
As both men are down Grimwolf and Pyre turn to stare one another down! It this a Ring King rematch!?
KEELHAULED! MASSIVE ROARING ELBOW FROM GRIMWOLF STRAIGHT OUT OF NOWHERE FLOORS PYRE TO THE FUCKING GROUND!
The Sunken King yells out as he begins to stomp Pyre all over!
HE GOES FOR THE CURBSTOMP! PIECES OF- NO!
FLASH KICK BY CORVUS! GRIMWOLF STUMBLES INTO A GTS BY DEATHNOTE! SHADES OF CREEPING DEATH AS THE FORMER TAG TEAM HITS DEATH’S TOUCH!
Grimwolf lands in a heap as Corvus and Deathnote stare each other down! Deathnote rushes him down with a massive headbutt that rocks Corvus! He stumbles back to his corner!
WHERE VIPER SPITS SNAKE OIL INTO DEATHNOTE’S FACE! CORVUS CAPITALIZES WITH THE MURDER OF BLOWS! VICIOUS STRIKE COMBO SENDS DEATHNOTE TO THE GROUND!
Roberts tags himself in and slides into the ring over Deathnote!
GRIMWOLF PULLS VIPER OFF OF DEATHNOTE!
The two men begin to brawl in the center of the ring! Roberts is resilient but he can’t stand up to the flurry of blows from The Sunken King!
HE REARS BACK! HEART PUNCH- NO!
LIGHTNING STRIKE TO GRIMWOLF! LUKE STORM HAS BEEN TAGGED IN AND HITS A MASSIVE SUPERKICK THAT SAVES VIPER FROM CERTAIN DOOM!
Roberts and Storm give each other a nod, a temporary truce as Roberts directs traffic! They haul Deathnote to his feet!
DOWNPOUR! CODEBREAKER LAYS HIM OUT!
They peel up Grimwolf next! No! Grimwolf nails a headbutt that drops Viper! A massive uppercut rocks Strorm! Luke gets whipped to the corner!
AND SANDMAN GETS TAGGED IN!
HAND AROUND THE THROAT! GOOZLE! TO SAND TO LUKE STORM!
Sandman lays into the A-Lister with vicious boots as he stomps a mudhole right in the middle of the god damn ring!
Viper looks relieved as he tries to slither away! But Deathnote is back up and he’s fuming!
HAYMAKER TO VIPER! DEATHNOTE HAULS HIM UP! GATHER THY SOUL! GTS LANDS HIM IN THE CORNER!
Tag to Albie Shaw and The Guv’nor grabs Viper by the hair! Roberts has former rivals on all sides as Shaw flings him across the ring!
SPINEBUSTER! HE MOUNTS THE SNAKE!
SNITCHES GET FUCKING STITCHES! TEN ELBOWS RAIN DOWN ON VIPER AND BUST HIM WIDE FUCKING OPEN!
NO! LUKE STORM GETS FLUNG ACROSS THE RING AND SLAMS INTO SHAW, BREAKING UP THE PIN!
The Dream Demon grabs Shaw and yank him to his feet!
DEEP SLEEP! END OF FUCKING DAYS PLANTS SHAW AND SANDMAN IS THE LAST ONE LEFT STANDING!
He begs for Shaw to get to his feet as he looms over him!
LOW BLOW BY ROBERTS!
LIGHTNING STRIKE BY STORM!
AND SHAW IS UP! CLAYMORE KICK! GBH!
SANDMAN IS KNOCKED INTO HIS CORNER AND ROCKED FUCKING SILLY!
However no one tries to go for a pin as Shaw and Storm come to blows! Neither man wants to give the other the win!
FIVE FINGER DISCOUNT! BRUTAL THUMB JAB TO STORM’S EYES!
NO! SHAW GETS NOTHING BUT SUNGLASSES!
DOWNPOUR! ANOTHER CODEBREAKER!
Storm laughs as he places a foot on Shaw’s chest for the pin!
THE DAZZLING, EXCITING, EXTRAORDINARY MR. MOODY! BULLHAMER FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! PHINEAS MOODY LITERALLY APPEARED OUT OF THIN AIR!
The Freakshow has his cane in hand! Shaw tries to get to his feet but catches the cane across the jaw!
Storm catches a foot to the side!
Moody takes sickening glee in the combat at hand as he dishes out blows to both men, almost dancing between them!
Then his eyes shoot to the fellow freakshow in the corner!
MOODY RUSHES SANDMAN! LEAPING DROPKICK- NO! A HAND AROUND HIS THROAT! DARKLORD JUST REACHED OVER THE ROPES AND CAUGHT MOODY!
SANDMAN TAGS THE CARTHIC INCARNUM IN! THE FORMER HARBINGERS BOTH HAVE HANDS ON MOODY!
INTO THE VOID! DOUBLE CHOKESLAM SENDS MOODY ALL THE WAY TO HELL!
The ring shakes underneath the power of that slam but Moody rolls around laughing! He disappears and reappears in his corner!
Meanwhile Shaw and Storm have both retreated! They’ve tagged in two more!
BANZAN STEPS IN!
ZERO LEAPS OVER THE ROPES!
THE RING IS FULL OF INHUMAN FURY!
Darklord rushes Banzan!
Zero rushes Moody!
TIGER CLAW TO DARKLORD! BANZAN HITS THE PALM STRIKE AND FOLLOWS UP WITH DUKKHA! THE SAITO SUPLEX PUTS DARKLORD IN THE FUCKING GROUND!
Moody lays into Zero with his cane but the Cyber Warrior blocks the blows with his robotic arm!
The cane meets metal over and over again!
FIREWALL! BIONIC CLOTHESLINE CRACKS AGAINST MOODY’S SKULL!
The Ringmaster is on the ground and Zero turns around to Banzan!
MAGGA! KINSHASA- NO!
PUNK CITY KILLER! STUNNER BY ZERO CATCHES BANZAN! BUT THE MOUNTAIN WON’T GO DOWN!
ECLIPSE FROM THE CORNER! PYRE LEAPS IN WITH THE DANCING FLAMES! THEY CALL THAT COMBO THE KILLER QUEEN! BANZAN IS ON HIS ASS!
Zero rushes in to get the pin!
MASSIVE HAMMER TO THE SKULL! SANDMAN JUST TOSSED DARKLORD THE VOID BRINGER AND KNOCKS HIM ACROSS THE RING!
Zero is writhing in pain as sparks shoot from his visor! Meanwhile Darklord holds Void Bringer over his head!
THWACK! THE HAMMER BOUNCES OFF OF BANZAN! THE MOUNTAIN ABSORBS THE BLOW AS HE TRIES TO STAND! BANZAN IS OVERFLOWING WITH POWER FROM THE WELLSPRING!
Darklord goes to swing again!
GARROTE! CORVUS IS BACK IN! HE TAGGED OFF OF MOODY AND LOCKS IN THE REAR NAKED CHOKE ON DARKLORD! HE’S TRYING TO RIP OFF THE GOD KING’S MASK!
Darklord drops his hammer as he tries to get Corvus off of his back!
MAGGA! KINSHASHA BY BANZAN!
CORVUS ROLLS AWAY AS DARKLORD COLLAPSES INTO A HEAP!
The Crow is to his feet as Banzan goes to try and pin Darklord!
BLACK HAND’S BLADE! RKO TO THE MOUNTAIN! CORVUS IS ON A TEAR!
He goes for the pin!
AWAKENING! DRAGON SLEEPER! PYRE GOT TAGGED BACK IN!
Corvus stumbles back! He’s in the center of the ring! He has to tap!
CORVUS AND PYRE ARE IN THE CORNER NOW!? MOODY TAGS HIMSELF IN! THE FREAK SHOW JUST PULLED A MAGIC TRICK!
BEARDED LADY KISS TO PYRE! GRABS HER CHIN AND PULLS HER INTO A DISGUSTINGLY VILE HEADBUTT!
The Fire Bitch stumbles backwards!
INTO THE KEELHAULED! GRIMWOLF HAS BEEN TAGGED IN AND HITS ANOTHER ROARING ELBOW!
Moody goes to attack but he gets tagged! Roberts tagged himself in to the ire of the Ringmaster!
The Snake slithers up on Grimwolf as he’s once again going for Pieces of Eight!
EIGHT- NO! BLUE BALLED AGAIN! ODE TO THE SNAKE BY ROBERTS! DDT PLANTS GRIMWOLF!
The Viper looks like he’s got this all wrapped up as he goes for the pin!
NO! DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP BY DEATHNOTE! KISS OF DEATH!
The Author of Death is once again the legal man for his team!
He forces Roberts to his feet!
TURN THE PAGE! SISTER ABIGAIL! VIPER ROBERTS GETS PLANTED!
Grimwolf is stumbling to his feet!
TURN THE PAGE!
NO! HEART PUNCH! DEAD MAN’S CHEST BY GRIMWOLF! HE DROPS DEATHNOTE!
DANCING FLAMES! ECLIPSE BY PYRE TO GRIMWOLF! SHE COVERS!
ALL FOUR TEAMS ARE RUSHING TO ENTER THE RING!
PYRE HAS IT! THE FIRE BITCH HAS CLAIMED THIS WIN FOR HER TEAM!
Bad Mother Fuckers earn their name as they claim victory here in this brutal contest!
CORVUS & ZERO
Hours after the show.
The sound of something powerful hitting a large door repeats over and over until finally, the metal bends and buckles so much that it breaks. In that moment, Zero bursts through the door to find computers, monitors and peripherals.
But not just those things.
The body of the hacker remains slumped in the chair, rotting. Zero looks around for Corvus, certain that he’s here somewhere.
“Where the fuck are you, you fuckin’ coward?!” He roars angrily.
Suddenly, Corvus appears on one of the monitors.
“You found us,” he says quietly. “I’m impressed.”
“I traced you mother fuckers from the trojan you put inside my fuckin’ head,” Zero spews. “And I’mma put this shit out of action.”
He starts going wild, slamming the keyboards over monitors, and smashing everything to pieces. He wants to ensure that they can’t control him ever again.
Corvus meanwhile can be heard laughing. With the monitor he appears on shattered, his broken face still appears on it.
“I knew you’d come,” Corvus admits, his voice more robotic and crackling due to the damage. “Don’t worry Zero, we no longer need you. The Black Hand needed the bones from Sigil and you retrieved them. Since you destroyed our trojan, we’ve no longer any use for you.”
Zero angrily picks up the monitor.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!” He screams.
“Me first,” Corvus replies.
The entire building blows up, sending fireballs raging as the concrete falls in upon itself.
He just killed Zero.