DECEMBER 17TH 2021
JESSIE WILLIAMS vs. THE SANDMAN
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
WHOMP!
A massive right-hand slams against the jaw of The Sandman, sending him barrelling across the ring as Frostbite kicks off unlike any show ever has before it.
The bell sounds and we’re straight into our first match of the evening – right on the precipice of Red Snow VII.
This one is personal.
It’s always personal.
Jessie Williams rushes over and drives The Sandman into the corner, delivering thrusting shoulder blocks into his mid-section that double him over. He violently slams down fists, rallying the crowd with every shot.
The Dream Demon pushes him away, storming out of the corner with a CLOTHESLINE!
NO!
JESSIE DUCKS!
SPRINGBOARD… BOOYAH!
BIG BOOT OUT OF MID-AIR BY THE FUCKING SANDMAN!
Welcome to Frostbite, kids!
It’s the show before Red Snow and you’d better believe it’s going to be a brawl.
The Sandman pulls him back to his feet, pulling him in close…
TO SAND!
CHOKESLAM!
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
JESSIE LEAPS OUT!
He rushes straight into the ropes, ducking another Big Boot attempt with a Baseball slide. He pops back up, UPPERCUT!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
SANDMAN DROPS TO HIS KNEES!
Jessie hits the ropes and….
TORPEDO DROPKICK TO THE DOME!
GROOVY ECLIPSE, BABY!
He covers….
ONE….
TWO….
NOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT QUITE!
The Prince gets back to his feet. Can you imagine how much he wants to end this? Can you imagine how much he wants vengeance after Jimmy Sartyr and his Uncle? He’s never beaten The Sandman. He’s never won against him.
The Dream Demon slowly gets back to his feet, stumbling around and into a Clothesline! NO! He ducks under, scooping Jessie up and dropping him neck first over the top rope! Williams this time stumbles.
DEEP SLEEP!
END… OF…. DAYS!
HE COVERS….
ONE…
….
TWO…..
….
THREE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THE PRINCE KICKS OUT!
The Sandman is back to his feet, ready to end this himself. He’s about to pull Jessie up when….
LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW!
The referee admonishes Jessie but he doesn’t give a fuck. He gets back to his feet and powers up his gauntlet.
Right hand against the canvas..
Thrusters on…
The Sandman is kneeling!
TORPEDO GAUNTLET ASSISTED BOOMSTICK!
KILL!
IT!
WITH!
FIRE!
GOOD FUCKING NIGHT, SANDMAN!
Jessie leaps into the cover…
ONE…
….
TWO…
….
THREE!!
IT’S OVER! JESSIE WILLIAMS FINALLY GETS A MEASURE OF IN RING VENGEANCE ON THE MONSTER THAT KILLED HIS UNCLE AND HIS BEST FRIEND!
What would you do if your back was against the wall?
Like, really against the wall?
For someone like Pyre, it might not seem like much. It might seem insignificant, even. She’s a strong independent ass kicker and one half of the most dominant Tag Team Champions in recent OSW history.
But the reality is far different.
She lies awake at night.
Tormented.
Let’s put it into perspective. Simon murdered people with fire and blamed her for the act.
She was hunted down, brutalized, and attacked for something she didn’t do.
He did it.
She was held captive and forced to join the person who did this to her. She was forced to go to her best friends – family and ask them to work for someone she’d not soon piss on if he was on fire.
Imagine how that eats her up inside.
Imagine how that makes her feel.
In the lead up to Red Snow, men and women on this roster kick the living shit out of one another. They prepare for a life and death battle at the biggest show on the biggest night of their lives.
Pyre isn’t doing that.
What do you think that means?
Imagine walking into the most dangerous, most amped up night of your life, with nothing but the desire to kill the person tormenting you most…
Yet knowing all you’ve got is a fight.
A fight that doesn’t end when the bell sounds.
A fight that doesn’t end when you close your eyes.
Imagine that.
It all started at Octane #213.
September 7th, 2020.
Sigil introduced himself to Voynich.
And the rest they might say, is history.
A rich history.
The Collector asked for his help to find something, and he agreed. They became friends – a Tag Team, even.
The Collector’s Edition.
They became Tag Team Champions.
Their bond was such that when Sigil brutally murdered Malice and Wynona at Heartbreaker of that year, Voynich couldn’t believe his eyes.
He’d made him an accomplice to an act unthinkable.
Everything changed.
Since then, Sigil and Voynich have been involved in a war. They’ve traded victories, murdered one another and in Voynich’ case, lost friends.
In the mind of Voynich, Sigil is a parasite that has proactively destroyed his life. He made him an accomplice to murder and stole his innocence. He killed Darby Sorrow and has shown no mercy or even an ounce of remorse for the things he’s done.
For Sigil, Voynich was always a means to an end. He didn’t think that once he’d accomplished that end, he’d be back at Red Snow for a second time in two years, fighting his former partner.
But he is.
And it might be the last time either of them steps inside a ring again.
You may think it’s unlikely they’ll kill one another.
Sigil is too powerful.
Voynich is too resilient.
But underestimate their hatred for one another at your peril.
This is Red Snow, after all.
This is where anything can happen.
These men want nothing more than to see the other dead. They’ve proven that. They’ve taken each other’s lives and tomorrow night, when they step inside that ring, you’d be a fool to think there’s not a chance they might just do it again.
For the last time.
DEATHNOTE vs. SIMON
There was a time when these two men were gunning to destroy one another. Well tonight, one last time before Red Snow, they do battle.
Pyre has accompanied Simon to the ring, and stands looking on from the outside.
They lock up, Deathnote taking Simon into a Side Headlock. He runs him off into the ropes, dropping to prone as The Taskmaster comes back! Simon leaps him and slides immediately to the outside.
Deathnote rolls outside to join him…
AND GETS RUN STRAIGHT INTO THE FUCKING RINGPOST!
PYRE CAME FROM BEHIND!
Simon barely moved out of the way but nods in appreciation at Pyre who waves him of in disgust. He pulls Deathnote back to his feet and whips him straight into the ring steps, sending them and he flying across the floor.
The fans boo as The Taskmaster cockily straightens his jacket and pulls Deathnote back up again, only this time he’s caught by a crunching Headbutt that rocks him!
He turns quickly, slamming Simon headfirst into the ring post, before turning his attention to Pyre who backs away.
He wants some revenge.
The Author follows her around the ring, only here comes Simon with a huge Clothesline to the back of the head!
The Taskmaster invites Pyre to stomp away at him and reluctantly she does, both of them delivering shots to his mid-section and head.
When finished, Simon rolls him into the ring and covers…
ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!
The Taskmaster gets back to his feet and pulls Deathnote up, signalling for the end…
GAMBIT!
SPINNING BACKFIST!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
DEATHNOTE DUCKS UNDERNEATH.
HE SCOOPS HIM UP!
G…. T…. S!
GATHER… THY… SOUL!
THAT HAS TO BE IT!
DEATHNOTE COVERS….
ONE…
…
TWO…
…
THREE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! PYRE PULLS THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING!
That should’ve been it!
Deathnote goes to argue, walking over to the ropes as the referee slides back in..
ROLL UP!
TIGHTS..
ONE…
TIGHTS!!
TWO….
THREE!!
NO!! THE REFEREE RECOGNIZES THE TIGHTS ARE BEING HELD AND STOPS THE COUNT!
Simon angrily lets go and admonishes the referee as Pyre hops onto the ring apron in protest.
Deathnote gets back up…
HE RUNS SIMON STRAIGHT INTO PYRE! THEY CLASH HEADS! THEY CLASH HEADS!
PYRE FALLS OFF THE RING APRON..
DEATHNOTE TURNS HIM…
SISTER ABIGAIL!
TURN THE PAGE!
IT’S OVER!
He covers…
ONE…
….
TWO…
…
THREE!!
Deathnote picks up the huge win before a career defining match with Luke Storm! Pyre almost helped Simon to victory but in the end, it was their clash of heads that cost him.
The Taskmaster rolls to the outside to check on her, but the look in his eyes isn’t sympathy, it’s rage!
What if you were raised to fight monsters?
What if every moment of your upbringing was geared towards destroying the evil that walked this Earth?
What if that was your purpose?
What if…
What if a member of your family became the monster?
Can you imagine how Jessie Williams feels, deep down in his soul? The torment, both he and his father must be going through?
Every fibre of their collective being will want to destroy Joanna Williams at Red Snow. Every ounce of them will want to put her down like the monster that she is.
Yet…
What if?
What if they can save her?
What if they can turn back the clock and restore the pain in the ass sister Jessie knows and doesn’t like?
Do you think Ash Williams would want that?
Do you?
What if…
What if they can’t?
What if there is no saving Joanna Williams?
What if she’s beyond saving?
What then?
What if Kaine Knightlord refuses to let her be saved?
Jessie doesn’t like his sister. Truth be told, he can’t stand her. They don’t have a bond – they weren’t even raised together, no, their relationship isn’t at all like that.
But they’re family.
They share blood.
And his job, as it always has been, is to save people from monsters.
What if he can’t save her?
Family.
To every person with a soul, family means everything. It’s the air that they breathe.
Cody Williams is no different.
We may know him by many different names, but at the end of the day, he’s just a man.
A family man.
Since SeeSaw took his family, Cody Williams has felt like the air has been sucked out of his lungs. Like no matter how hard or deep of a breath he took, he just couldn’t suck enough in.
Tomorrow night, I’m sure you think he’ll survive.
I’m sure you think that Cody Williams will walk into the most dangerous structure in OSW history and do what no-one else has done; win. It’s the feel-good story you crave.
It’s the happy ending we all want to see.
There’s not a person here that doesn’t want to see Cody hug his family tight and take them home safely.
And let’s face it, the fact we want it so much – the fact we’re even talking about it, makes us feel deep down in our soul that it’s possible.
We have hope.
Cody Williams doesn’t.
He’s not walking into The Toy Box with the belief that he’ll survive. He doesn’t even care about that. He feels like he hasn’t took a breath in a month.
He’s already dead.
But his family? They’re alive.
And if he wants to keep it that way, one way or another, he has to step inside.
Maybe he’ll catch his breath.
Maybe he’ll die like the rest.
We hope it’s the former…
And know it’s the latter.
VIGOUR & CHRONOA vs. NIGEL ROYAL & CALLIHAN
It’s time for our Main Event of the evening.
We’re one night away from Red Snow and here tonight we’ve already seen two fantastic matches that bury some old rivalries.
Well, this one is a little different.
Before we head off the air tonight, we’re going to see some fresh blood in action. On one side of the ring, Vigour in the blue jacket lines up alongside Chronoa in the hat.
They’re taking on Nigel Royal and Callihan.
Chronoa and Callihan start this one off!
They lock up in the middle of the ring, Chronoa grabbing the arm and immediately turning into a Hammerlock. Callihan tries to reach around for the escape, grabbing Chronoa by the head and flipping her over.
ONLY SHE LANDS ON HER FEET.
Immediately she bounds off towards the ropes, coming back to duck a Clothesline and gain more momentum off the next set…
LEAPING CROSSBODY BLOCK!
Down goes The Reporter! She pops back to her feet and pulls him back to his, driving an elbow into his face. Another. Another. Another. The Harbinger slams him back into the corner, running out as fast as she can to the opposite before storming back!
BIG SPLASH!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
CALLIHAN MOVES AND SHE SLAMS CHEST FIRST INTO THE CORNER!
ROLL UP!
ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!
NOT ENOUGH!
The Reporter quickly tags in Nigel Royal who bandaged hand, enters the fray. As Chronoa gets back to her feet, he grabs an arm…
DUNGEONS OF LONDON!
HE’S LOOKING FOR THE CROSSFACE!
NO!
CHRONOA REFUSES! She punches at his mid-section, forcing him to release the hold before slamming into the ropes and coming back with a massive Spinning Heel Kick!
The Historian needs to make the tag. She gets back to her feet and tags in Vigour.
Vigour runs, immediately leaping into a Basement Dropkick that decks Royal as he gets back to his knees.
Nigel barely knows what’s hit him as Vigour is quickly back up and into the ropes…
SHINNING WIZARD ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
HE COVERS…
ONE…
TWO….
KICK OUT!
ROYAL KICKS OUT!
This exhibition isn’t something Royal and Callihan want to lose but it could go either way. Vigour gets back to his feet and pulls Royal up, slamming him into his team’s corner, where he makes a tag.
Chronoa enters and immediately starts kicking the shit out of Royal whilst Vigour holds him. These two aren’t a Tag Team but they’re holding their own!
The Historian backs off, allowing Vigour to run Royal as fast as he can right into her…
TALK TO THE BOOT!
SUPERKICK! SUPERKICK!
BUT NOT JUST ANY SUPERKICK… THE VERY SUPERKICK BELONGING TO CHASE HERO! WHAT THE FUCK?
SHE CALLS THAT DEJAVU!
Royal goes down in a heap but here comes Callihan! He clobbers Chronoa with a Clothesline, turning his attention to Vigour!
NEWSFLASH!
YAKUZA KICK OUT OF NO-WHERE TO VIGOUR!
The Reporter gets back to his feet, utterly proud of himself…
COFFIN DROP!
CHRONOA OFF THE TOP FUCKING ROPE WITH A COFFIN DROP TO CALLIHAN!
SHE BORROWED THAT FROM DARBY SORROW!
AND THAT SHE CALLS YOUR DEMISE!
WHAT THE FUCK!?
She pops back to her feet, just in time to see Nigel Royal.
DUNGEONS OF LONDON!
THE CROSSFACE IS LOCKED IN! THE CROSSFACE IS LOCKED IN! SURELY CHRONOA HAS TO TAP….
SHE HAS TO TAP…
HER HAND IS SO CLOSE…
SO CLOSE…
STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
THE QUICK THRILL!
IT’S FUCKING VIGOUR! VIGOUR BREAKS UP THE SUBMISSION JUST BEFORE IT ENDED THE MATCH!
The Expression Incarnate gets back to his feet and grabs Royal by the hair…
LUMBAR CHECK!
VIM AND VIGOUR!
GOOD FUCKING NIGHT!
Vigour rolls to the outside, leaving Chronoa to get back to her feet. She’s ready to end this now.
Nigel Royal has had enough. He’s done. She could pin him for a thousand, but she waits for him to slowly eek back to his feet…
THE DAZZLING, EXCITING, EXTRAORDINARY MR. MOODY!
BULLHAMMER! BULLHAMMER!
YOUR DEMISE!
HE STUMBLES…
HAS ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN!
RUNNING ELBOW TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD TURNS NIGEL ROYAL INSIDE FUCKING OUT!
SHE COVERS…
ONE….
….
TWO….
….
THREE!!
WELCOME TO OLD SCHOOL WRESTLING!
Chronoa and Vigour pick up some unbelievable traction in their first ever match and win here in Old School Wrestling. These two new wrestlers are going to be ones to watch next season, but for now, let’s go to our final VT before the end of the show!
It’s funny how you think you’ll always be you.
How nothing can ever change that.
The truth about life is that people are always evolving. They’re always adapting and changing. Their tastes in food, clothing and music will vary across a life-time.
They’re always going through changes.
But these changes, they never quite feel forced. They’re natural.
So, what happens when someone forces you to change?
What happens when someone attempts to end your life and fails so miserably that what they do, is change it.
All of it.
From the contours of your face to feeling in your heart. What happens when you don’t recognize yourself anymore? What happens when the man or woman you once were, is so far removed from who you are, that even the people who love you don’t recognize you anymore?
Alton Whitlock didn’t want this change.
He knew who he was.
He was trying to be a good man.
He was trying to rid himself of the poison that seeped into his ear.
Then a snake arrived.
And bit him.
The poison started flowing once again.
From the moment Viper Roberts exploded that limousine and set Alton Whitlock on fire, he forced changes upon the man that weren’t natural.
And now?
Two-Face looks to reclaim who he was once, who he can be, who he chooses to be.
When you look at Two-Face, you see a monster. That’s what the scars on his face tell you.
When you look at Viper Roberts, you see a man.
The truth is perspective.
And Alton Whitlock intends to change it.
Cut.