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AUGUST 2ND 2021

 

 

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“FLATLINE”
FEATURING
ALBERT SHAW & VOYNICH

Click.

Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.

The screen bleeds to black.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

A hospital room.

Voynich’s hospital room.

He lies on the hospital bed, a machine keeping tabs on his vitals.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“You awake, champ?”

Albie Shaw.

He leans against the door frame, taking a long, hard look at the OSW Champion.

Voynich does not respond.

“All for the best, I suppose.”

Albie strides across the room to Voynich’s bed. Carefully, he slides his hand beneath Voynich’s head and gently pulls the pillow out from under him.

Shaw looks at the pillow. Then, at Voynich.

He sighs.

“I thought I was done doing everyone’s dirty work. I really did. And you seem like a good enough guy, champ.”

Shaw shrugs.

“But hell, that’s never stopped me before. Has it lad?”

Albert shoves the pillow over Voynich’s face and bears down!

HE’S SMOTHERING VOYNICH!

Instinctively, Voynich’s body tries to fight from underneath the pillow!

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Shaw struggles to keep the pillow over Voynich’s face!

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep

“Ssh,” Shaw says. “There, there. It’s almost over.”

Voynich fights, god bless him, but suddenly…

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

His body stops.

Flatline.

Shaw stumbles back, drops the pillow to the ground.

Albie turns and heads out of the room.

Voynich is dead.

The OSW Champion is dead.

Cut.

 

 

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”THE MAN YOU ARE”
FEATURING
CXDY & SASHA WILLIAMS

White picket fence. Suburbia. The Williams’ family home, where a loving father and husband is on his way out the door.

Only, there is trouble in suburban paradise. Sasha follows CXDY out of the front door, the pair in the midst of a disagreement that is quickly turning heated.

“Cody, please…”

But he pushes past her, his gear bag in hand, heading for his car. Tossing the bag into the passenger’s seat, he turns back to her.

“No, I know what I must do. Nobody, and I mean nobody on the face of this Earth, messes with my family and walks away. He thinks that money allows him to get away with whatever he wants? I’m going to make him pay.”

Sasha is crying now, begging him to stop.

“You promised! You told me you were done with the means to an end. Is this truly the man you are, Cody Williams?”

CXDY doesn’t so much as stop and think about his reply.

“All that matters now is sending a message. All the money in the world and you still bleed red. Nigel Royal brought this upon himself. He signed his own death warrant with a damned ten pound note.”

With that, CXDY pulls himself into the drivers seat and pulls out of his suburban driveway, leaving a fresh set of skidmarks on the perfect suburban street as he speeds away. Leaving Sasha a hysterical mess.

CXDY is coming for Nigel Royal.

Cut.

 

 

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THE OPENER
STANDARD MATCH
SANCTUS BELLATOR VS. THE IMPALER

Sanctus has finally come face to face with The Impaler! Can the Holy Warrior bring about his opponents retribution?

ADAM SMASHER!

THE BELL JUST RANG BUT IMPALER IS QUICK AS HE HITS A MASSIVE RUNNING LARIAT TO START US OFF!

Sanctus is turned inside out and finds himself gasping for air on the mat! Impaler gives distance, begging for Bellator to get to his feet, toying with him!

LEAPING KNEE TO THE JAW- NO! SANCTUS ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AND HITS THE ROPES! SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY!

IMPALER ROLLS THROUGH! HE PINS!

ONE!

TWO- NO! HE’S NOT SNEAKING A WIN OUT THAT WAY!

The Impaler goes to peel up his opponent but Sanctus catches him with a kick to the jaw that stuns him! Bellator kips up to his feet-

AND LEAPS WITH A FRANKENSTEINER THAT PLANTS IMPALER HEAD FIRST IN THE MAT!

The Holy Warrior lets The Legion get to a knee before hitting the ropes and coming back with a basement dropkick that sends The Impaler sprawling across the mat! He tries to get to his feet as Sanctus pushes his advantage with fire in his eyes!

SPINEBUSTER! IMPALER CAUGHT SANCTUS WITH A RING SHAKING SPINE BUSTER!

Bellator tries to crawl away but The Impaler has other plans as he grabs hold of him!

EVE’S SNAKE! ROMERO SPECIAL PULLED INTO A DRAGON SLEEPER! THE HOLY WARRIOR IS TRAPPED IN THE IMPALER’S GRASP!

A sick grin spreads on The Impaler’s face as he wrenches back on the hold! But Sanctus refuses to surrender! He won’t quit!

IMPALER REACHES FOR SANCTUS’ MASK! HE’S TRYING TO REMOVE SANCTUS’ MASK!

NO! BELLATOR SLIPS HIS LEGS OUT OF THE HOLD AND ROLLS AWAY! IMPALER GETS UP INTO A HURRICANRANA THAT THROWS HIM INTO THE ROPES!

Sanctus hits the far ropes! Tiger Feint Kick between the ropes! Impaler stumbles backwards to his feet!

AND GETS CAUGHT WITH THE TERRA TREMUIT! SPRINGBOARD DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO THE STANDING IMPALER SPIKES HIM INTO THE MAT WITH TERRIFYING POWER!

Impaler holds his chest in agony as Sanctus bounces off of the ground, trying to find it in himself to stand after the abuse he’s taken from his opponent here tonight! He pounds the mat, fighting to get to his feet as The Impaler uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet!

IMPALER RUSHES SANCTUS! ADAM SMASHER! LARIAT- NO! IMPERTIO! SANCTUS DUCKS AND HITS THE SPANISH FLY ON THE IMPALER! HE COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Sanctus has brought about his own brand of retribution as he gets the win over The Impaler!

 

WINNER: SANCTUS BELLATOR

 

 

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“MASKS”
FEATURING
SANCTUS BELLATOR & THE IMPALER

The match may be over, but a feeling of uncertainty washes over the Slaughterhouse as Sanctus stares down The Impaler. He grits his teeth in disgust, grabbing a mic from ringside.

“Why have you come after me, Impaler? After my people?”

The Impaler simply chuckles, walking back and forth, seemingly stalking Sanctus.

“Isn’t it obvious? Your mask. It calls to me like the hymns of the church call to you. It’s… enchanting.”

Bellator isn’t sure what to make of this, even more confused now than he was before.

“My mask? All those people, those innocent worshippers, killed because you want my mask?”

The Impaler gives a sadistic grin, his stalking having slowly let him close in.

“I don’t want it, Sanctus. As the hymns and passages give you higher calling, a mission… so does your mask unto me. We aren’t so different, you know. We have both been gifted a legacy, a mask with which we carry our very being. Mine from the many who came before me…”

He pauses, now unsettlingly close to Sanctus who stands ready to strike!

“And yours from your father. Only… unlike me, you didn’t earn your mask. And therefore I tried to test you, to see if you were up to the task. All those poor, innocent people? They’re proof that you’re undeserving of the legacy you carry. And I’m going to end it.”

THE IMPALER SWINGS AT SANCTUS WITH A HAMMER HE PULLED FROM HIS COAT! BELLATOR NARROWLY AVOIDS HAVING HIS HEAD CAVED IN!

Sanctus rolls outside of the ring, making distance as Impaler stares on with his wicked little grin! The Holy Warrior may have just fought The Impaler, but it’s clear their fight is far from over.

Will he prove his worth?

Or will his legacy have gone up in smoke?

Cut.

 

 

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“ANSWERS”
FEATURING
STONER & KAINE KNIGHTLORD

Backstage, we see Stoner lacing up his boots…and he is pissed. Normally he’d have no problem having a match, but the match he has tonight is against a man that has been harassing him for the past two weeks…the same man who calls to him even now.

“I said I would get some answers, Mr. Hilm…and the time has come.”

Stoner can hear the voice behind him, twisting around to face his accuser…but there’s no trace of him. Stoner turns back around, and sure enough…Kaine Knightlord, a stoic look on his face.

“I’ve learned a few things about the Manhattan Mall Massacre that put you in a more favorable light…but if you think you’re completely off the hook, you are gravely mistaken.”

This, naturally, does not go well with the normally laid-back competitor.

“What the hell ya mean by that? You did your research! You know I had nothing to do with…”

He cannot finish the sentence, a bit of grief peeking through his anger in the moment. Kaine uses this moment to interject, his voice even more stern.

“You really have no idea, do you Mr. Hilm? You stepped into something far beyond your understanding…and it could very well come back to bite you.

Kaine fights a smirk at this, which only further fuels Stoner’s fury.

“Listen, man…you and I are gonna have this match, and that’s the end of it. You hear me!?”

Kaine simply nods in response.

“I do indeed. Best of luck to you tonight…you’ll need it.”

Stoner has finally had enough, turning around to grab the nearest blunt object…and he finds a lead pipe! He grabs it, turning around to deal with his accuser…who has disappeared once again. Stoner snarls, dropping the lead pipe with a loud clank as he shakes his head.

Cut.

 

 

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THE MID-CARD
STANDARD MATCH
KAINE KNIGHTLORD vs. STONER

The fallout of the demise of the Forever Friends continues to haunt Stoner as a detective seeks him for the bloody path of carnage left that night. Can Stoner exonerate himself or will Kaine Knightlord prove it’s all Stoner’s fault?

The bell sounds as Stoner rushes forward, delivering a hard double leg to Kaine, driving him into the mat and dropping down hard hammer fists for a moment before Kaine powers him off, throwing him hard into the air across the ring. Stoner lands hard on the mat but rolls through, rushing forward as Knightlord is on one knee

SHINING WIZARD! Kaine gets leveled with that knee as Stoner quickly locks in the Triangle Choke completing the BONG RIP!

Stoner pulls back with all his might, fury in his eyes as Kaine looks almost bored in the Choke, his superior resilience overpowering Stoner as Knightlord slowly rises to his feet, Stoner hanging off his neck trying to pull him down to no avail as Kaine rushes forward

BUCKLE BOMB!

Stoner crumbles to the mat but Kaine isn’t done as he pulls the hurting Stoner up, twisting the arm

RIPCORD CLOTHESLINE….NORTHERN LARIAT! BLOODY STREAM!

Knightlord completes the clothesline combination before dropping down and hooking the leg for the first cover of the contest

ONE
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TWO
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STONER JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Kaine pulls Stoner up by that long mane but he can’t follow up before Stoner grabs him around the head, JAWBREAKER! Stoner rushes to the ropes, springboarding off as he rolls forward

INTO A PUMP KICK!

Stoner sprays blood out onto the canvas from the sheer force of that kick as Kaine stops in his tracks, a low grumbling coming from inside the Dark Detective

WHO LEAPS FORWARD, CLAMPING ONTO STONER WITH JUST A BITE!

Stoner screams in pain as the fangs plant into his forehead, thrashing under the force of the vampire who quickly stops himself before lifting Stoner up high into the air

BLOOD DRIVER! Kaine plants Stoner with the Steen Breaker but he’s not done as he pulls Stoner up to his feet, trying for another Bloody Stream but Stoner slips underneath the Ripcord Clothesline

SPANKER DANKER PICKLE! EDGE-O-MATIC HITS AS STONER HOOKS THE LEGS BACK FOR THE COVER

ONE
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TWO
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…..KAINE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Stoner quickly rushes to the ropes bouncing off, DROPKICK OF DOOM! Kaine drops down to one knee as Stoner tries for the other side but just as he springboards off, Kaine ducks under, causing Stoner to slide underneath the ropes.

Stoner grabs hold of the ropes, flipping over right into a stiff european uppercut before he’s spun around

NIGHT RAID! SPINNING UNPRETTIER DRIVES STONER INTO THE MAT AND THAT HAS TO BE IT

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

Kaine Knightlord picks up the big victory in his debut ppv singles match over Stoner in impressive fashion here tonight.

 

WINNER: KAINE KNIGHTLORD

 

 

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A 50/50 CHANCE
FEATURING
TWO-FACE, JESSIE & JOANNA WILLIAMS

We open into the backstage area where we see Joanna making her way down the hallways. Twists and turns abound as she marches focused on getting to her destination.

Suddenly a gun barrel meets the back of her head, she pauses immediately.

“You’ve been a thorn in our side. We’re tired of it, and we’re going to pluck it out now. What do you think your chances are?”

Two-Face half-smiles as he pulls his coin out from his jacket pocket.

“Better than yours”

Joanna quips as we see the Boomstick tap the back of Two-Face’s head as Jessie Williams comes into frame.

“You’re good, kid. Been a while since someone has gotten the jump on us quite this way.”

Two-Face flips his coin in the air, catching it swiftly.

“We guess tonight we figure out whether you walk out of here in one piece or not.”

Two-Face opens his palm, revealing the unscarred side of the coin facing up. He lowers his gun and turns toward Jessie, no fear on his face of the Boomstick shoved it in.

“We won’t need to flip my coin for you. You’re not worth the flip. Joanna here is clearly the smart one here. I’ll see you in the ring tonight.”

Two-Face walks away as Jessie keeps his weapon aimed until his adversary is out of sight.

“What the hell was that about?”

Jessie looks at Joanna with confusion.

“Would have known if you waited. You better be ready tonight, Jessie.”

“For Two-Face? I’m ready.”

Jessie and Joanna walk down the hallway, Jessie keeping a wary eye out for any of Two-Face’s thugs as we fade to black.

Cut

 

 

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THE MID-CARD
STANDARD MATCH
CXDY vs. NIGEL ROYAL

Following months of walking the grey, Cody Williams has sworn to be a better man but something about Nigel Royal has awakened the darker part of CXDY. Can Williams turn back the darkness and be the hero he wants to be or will Royal drag him down into the depths of the dungeon?

The bell sounds as CXDY rushes forward at Royal but Nigel grabs hold of the ropes, halfway through them as the referee forces CXDY back, Royal with a massive smirk on his face that just infuriates CXDY who runs around the referee

WHIPLASH TO THE THROAT!

Royal suckered CXDY in there, snapping his throat over the top rope as CXDY staggers back, holding his breath as Royal rushes in, drilling CXDY with a hard knee to the back that sends him staggering into the corner. Royal quickly follows up, kicking CXDY down into the mat before grinding his foot into CXDY’s throat, choking him out as the referee begins his count

ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR. Royal just lets go of the illegal choke, backing up and feigning sorry to the referee as he repeatedly drills CXDY in the head with stiff backward kicks. The referee pulls Royal away, threatening him with disqualification as Royal scowls before backing up

BASEMENT DROPKICK…CXDY ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!

ROYAL CROTCHES HIMSELF ON THE BOTTOM ROPE, HOWLING IN PAIN!

Royal staggers up to his feet gingerly….MADE IN JAPAN!

That huge running lariat nearly takes Royal’s head off as the crowd cheers for CXDY to comeback, as Royal slowly gets to his feet into a flurry of slaps, followed by a spinning chop, capped off with a stiff roundhouse that leaves Royal out on his feet before CXDY rushes to the ropes

SINGLE LEG…ROYAL DUCKS UNDER! CXDY rolls through, rushing forward into a kick to the gut

BUTTERFLY SUPLEX! Royal bridges back for the pin

ONE
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TW…CXDY kicks out!

CXDY tries to get to his feet but Royal delivers a hard kick to the chest before covering again

ONE
…CXDY Kicks out

Royal covers again

ONE
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…CXDY kicks out!

Royal covers a third time

ONE
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TWO…CXDY kicks out again
 but it’s slower and slower, Royal causing him to waste more and more energy before Nigel drops down, locking in a headlock as he tries to grind CXDY into the mat.

Nigel pulls CXDY down completely on the mat, trying to suck all the oxygen out of his lungs as CXDY struggles to get to his feet with Royal repeatedly dragging him down. CXDY slowly powers himself up, Royal trying to drag him back down but the Reflection is firing up as he unleashes a trio of sharp elbows to the ribs that loosen Royal’s grip on the headlock as CXDY finally gets to his feet

Royal suddenly lets go of the headlock, switching behind CXDY

GERMAN SUPLEX…CXDY LANDS ON HIS FEET!

Royal turns around, SINGLE LEG DROPKICK! CXDY FINALLY FINISHES THE PERFECT RUSH!

Royal stumbles up to his feet into a flurry of lefts and rights before he’s thrown onto the mat with a Northern Lights Suplex that’s rolled into the deadlift brainbuster

INSTANT REPLAY! CXDY is totally fired up here as he looks for the end, trying to pull Royal up to his feet not noticing Nigel rummaging in his tights

BRASS KNUCKLES TO THE FACE!

Royal discreetly tucks them back into his tights as CXDY looks knocked out cold. Royal pulls him up to his feet, switching behind before delivering the BELLY TO BACK. Royal rolls through delivering a second, then a third before hooking CXDY up around the legs, delivering a final Belly to Back almost Regal Plex style

AS HE FINISHES THE ROYAL FLUSH!

Royal doesn’t hook back for the pinfall, looking for a more emphatic finish, as he heads up to the top, looking to go a little Froggy

SPITFIRE…CXDY KIPS UP TO HIS FEET

YOUR FORETOLD DESTINY! CXDY KICKS THAT SUMBITCH OUT OF MID-AIR!

The crowd are on their feet as CXDY powers up, he’s hurting but damn if he doesn’t want to finish this with style as he lifts Royal up

PUNCH TO THE COCK! SMALL PACKAGE!

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

Nigel Royal steals the victory here tonight, the ultimate villain overcoming the new found heroic CXDY by any means necessary

 

WINNER: NIGEL ROYAL

 

 

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UP IN SMOKE
FEATURING
STONER

Gasping.

There’s a breathlessness nearby. Someone is gasping for air as we arrive on scene to see Stoner kneeling backstage.

He’s not alone.

A gloved hand stands over him, something in its grasp.

Please,” he begs. “Don’t do this.”

The person doesn’t speak. They don’t say a word.

There’s just the sound of a click, then the flicker of a flame – revealing a lighter in his hand.

Whoosh.

That’s the sound we hear as our cameras cut to static, though we don’t know why.

Then…

Screams.

Guttural, terrifying, blood curdling screams.

We flash through the backstage area to where a female member of staff is bellowing at the top of her lungs. We’re back to where we left Stoner, only what remains is hardly what we left.

There’s a charred corpse, with smoke still bellowing from his no longer on fire body. He’s been burned alive and left a husk of what we once knew.

There’s no sign of who did it.

No sign of who might be responsible.

As people rush into frame to comfort the poor woman who found it, they turn away in horror as Stoner sits kneeling on the floor, burnt to a crisp.

Cut.

 

 

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“SIGNATURE”
FEATURING
SIMON

A few days ago.

Simon is looking over papers in his office. It’s the contract he had Tenchu sign. He picks up the phone and starts dialing. As the unknown person on the other picks up the phone, Simon begins to speak.

“Mr. Ashcroft, I sent that contract to your law office days ago, do you have the answer I need?”

Simon slowly nods his head.

“It sounds like it was a hard call but if you and your partners think it’s legal and valid, I’ll use it. Not trying to make slaves this century.”

“Thank you for performing that service for me, I’ll wire the money to you soon.”

He hangs up the phone and muses.

“Good thing he’s a robot and not covered under the 13th amendment. Also good that he can’t feel things and tell the difference between one piece of paper and two. Every thing he signed had another page attached to it where the signature bled through onto a paper with more rules. I have full control of him now and I’m going to change gear after gear of him until he’s a whole new machine.”

“All I have to do is show how much he needs to learn to make him fight the process less. He’ll never see it coming when a promise of improved technology becomes the way to make him obey me more. Time to kick his ass to make him beg for these parts to be changed or time.”

Simon leans back and laughs. He’s more than ready for Up In Smoke. Win or lose, he has a robot ready to do anything for him. Best case scenario, it requests to be better for him. Worst case scenario, nothing changes. Pretty good odds for him.

Cut.

 

 

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THE MID-CARD
STANDARD MATCH
TWO-FACE vs. JESSIE WILLIAMS

Jessie Williams is used to fighting demons but has he ever gone against anyone quite as ruthless and unhinged as Two-Face?

Two-Face has already flipped their coin and it’s danger for Jessie Williams. The Divide is all over The Prince like a bad case of chickenpox. Rights and lefts are swinging and Jessie tries to block but he’s back into a corner. The Split now turns to some savage knife edge chops to the chest and a big rising knee to the face of The Prince.

The divided former politician wants nothing more than to punish their intrepid opponent tonight, peeling away the turnbuckle cover to expose beneath the unforgiving steel. Two-Face grabs Jessie by the head and tries to run him into the steel but Jessie counters!!!

BACKFLIP OFF THE ROPES BY JESSIE!!!

UPPERCUT AS HE LANDS!!!

TORNADO KICK!!!

IT’S A GROOVY ECLIPSE!!!!

The impact spins Two-Face and they land face first on the steel they exposed with ill-intention. Jessie charging in.

BRONCO BUSTER!!!!

TO THE SPLIT!!!

ON THAT EXPOSED STEEL RING!!!

THE EX-CANDIDATE’S FLESH HAS BEEN SHREDDED OPEN!!!

Two-Face falls away from the corner and slumps onto the mat. They are now a prime target for The Prince.

CALL

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CHOSEN!!!!

SWANTON BOMB!!!

MISSES!!!!

Two-Face was playing possum and they dodged that high flying bomb. Jessie is reeling but The Split is wasting no time.

CHOP BLOCK TO THE BACK OF THE KNEE!!!

And a furious succession of knee drops to The Prince, Two-Face doing their utmost to take away Jessie Williams’ vertical base. With The Prince grounded, Two-Face goes for a submission, locking in a figure four leg lock. Jessie is screaming as pain shoots through that targeted knee.

Two-Face has been smart too in positioning themselves between Jessie and the ropes. As the official asks Jessie if he wants to quit, Two-Face reaches for the ropes, using them for additional leverage. The Prince is blowing like a middle aged dad after the parents race on school sports day, his face contorted, his body writhing with the pain.

BUT HE WILL NOT QUIT!

HE’S A WILLIAMS DAMMIT AND THERE AIN’T NO YELLA IN THEIR BLOOD!!!

Jessie begins to fight back…

HE’S PUSHING ONTO HIS SIDE…

THEN HIS STOMACH!!!

JESSIE HAS REVERSED THE LEVERAGE AND THE PRESSURE!!!

Now it is Two-Face feeling the burn!

Jessie uses his arms to drag himself away from the ropes, thus inching Two-Face away from their sanctuary.

It could be well and truly over here for The Split. They have to tap!!!

But they don’t and the ex-wannabe President is reaching for the bottom rope.

They have a finger tip on it.

Just a little further.

THEY GRAB IT!!!

THE OFFICIAL IMMEDIATELY CALLS A ROPE BREAK!!!

Jessie releases and gets to his feet, he’s achieved what he wanted. However, there is still a hobble to The Prince’s movement from the earlier punishment his knee took.

Two-Face uses the ropes to haul themselves back to a vertical base. Slowly they turn but Jessie has them locked in his sight.

BOOMSTICK!!!

TWO-FACE DODGES!!!

JESSIE BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES!!!

TWO-FACE FLIPS THE COIN!!!

OVERDRIVE NECKBREAKER!!!

THAT COULD BE IT!

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!!!

JESSIE JUST PUSHED OUT OF THAT!

There is a madness on the face of The Divide – it’s not just half a face of madness. It’s like something has totally taken over Two-Face. They pull out of their waistlock a pair of brass knux and a flick knife.

And out comes the coin.

Two-Face flips the dime but they look disappointed with the outcome. The flick knife is put away and the brass knuckles slipped onto their dominant hand. Jessie Williams has peeled himself off the mat.

TWO-FACE WITH A LOADED PUNCH!!!

DROP TOE HOLD!!!

THE PRINCE COUNTERS!!!

He climbs to the top rope, he’s urging the crowd to get behind him.

But it’s a time-waster and Two-Face has the chance to recover and pull down the top rope. Jessie slips and takes a hard blow to his two little boys. Two-Face seizes the moment and hard shot with the brass knucks.

LADY LUCK!!!

JOKER DRIVER FROM THE CORNER!!!

IS JESSIE WILLIAMS KAPUT?

ONE!
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TWO!
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WILL THE PRINCE KICK OUT?
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THREE!!!!

The Lady favours Two-Face on this occasion and The Prince is left to lick his wounds.

 

WINNER: TWO-FACE

 

 

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“THE DARKNESS”
FEATURING
SIGIL, ALBERT SHAW, & SEESAW

In a dark corner of the Slaughterhouse, Albie Shaw waits impatiently, chewing on one of his fingernails.

When who should appear before him, but none other than Sigil.

“It’s done,” Shaw says. “Voynich is dead. My end of the contract is met. I believe your end of the contract was that you fuck off and leave me alone. So hop to it, yeah?”

Sigil chuckles.

“Go on,” Albie says. “Take one of those crystals, shove it up your arsehole, and teleport to Neverland or wherever the fuck is the furthest away from me you can possibly go.”

Sigil finally replies, “He’s dead, you say?”

“As an old man’s cock,” Shaw replies.

Sigil grabs Shaw by the shoulder.

They arrive in Voynich’s hospital room.

“He’s not here,” Sigil states.

Albie shrugs, “Check the morgue.”

Sigil walks to the edge of the bed, picks up a clipboard. He shoves it into Shaw’s chest.

“Read it,” demands Sigil.

Shaw looks over the paperwork. His eyes widen.

Discharged?”

“Of his own accord,” Sigil continues. “He tricked you.”

“That’s fucking impossible,” Shaw argues.

Sigil shakes his head.

“Voynich is crafty,” he admits. “I thought you were craftier. My mistake.”

He grabs Shaw by the shoulder once again.

They arrive in Shaw’s bedroom.

And there, standing right in front of the glass door to the balcony?

SeeSaw.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he says.

Shaw turns to Sigil to protest but–

Sigil is gone.

Shaw inhales sharply. He exhales and looks SeeSaw right in the eye.

“Don’t worry,” SeeSaw says, revealing that bloodsoaked knife of his. “We can pick up right where we left off.”

Albie snarls. He nods to himself.

“Sure we can,” Shaw says. “But this time, I get to be the surgeon.”

SHAW RUSHES AT SEESAW!

Cut.

 

 

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MID-CARD
STANDARD MATCH
TENCHU VS. SIMON

Tonight, Simon is ready to see what Tenchu can do. How far will he go to prove Tenchu needs to be upgraded? We find out now!

DING!

DING!

Simon charges Tenchu right into the corner. Stomach punch after stomach punch and Simon is not letting up! Simon gets back up and charges at Tenchu. He goes for the clothesline!

CORNER CLOTHESLINE-NO!

JUMPING KNEE STRIKE FROM TENCHU!

HIDDEN BLADE!

TENCHU HIT ALL OF THAT AND COVERS!

ONE!

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TWO!

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NO! SIMON GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!

Tenchu is eager to impress and locks in a beautiful arm bar on Simon! Simon is struggling to get off his back as his arm is stuck between gears in this clear OSHA violation! He eventually turns into Tenchu and stacks him up!

HE’S TURNED IT INTO A PINNING ATTEMPT!

ONE!

. . .

TWO!

. . .

THR-NO!

Simon almost got the easy cover but Tenchu is pulling himself up! Basement dropkick from Simon to keep him down! Simon gets on top of Tenchu and starts throwing punch after punch! Tenchu catches one! What is he doing?

TENCHU HAS TURNED IT INTO A TRIANGLE CHOKE!

HE’S SHOWING OFF EVERYTHING HE CAN TO IMPRESS!

SIMON PULLS HIM UP INTO A POWERBOMB POSITION AND CHARGES!

THEY FALL THROUGH THE ROPES!

That’s a hard landing and both man and machine are down! Tenchu is getting up first and he pulls Simon up! He goozles him and chokeslam on the apron! Simon is writhing in pain and Tenchu grabs part of the barricade!

WHAT IS HE DOING?

HE’S MAKING A BRIDGE WITH THE BARRICADE AND APRON!

TENCHU CLIMBS ONTO THE APRON AND PULLS UP SIMON!

HE HOISTS HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS AND JUMPS!

LETHAL BLOW!

DEATH VALLEY DRIVER ON THE BRIDGE!

HOLY SHIT! SIMON MUST BE DONE AND TENCHU ROLLS HIM INTO THE RING TO COVER!

ONE!

. . .

TWO!

. . .

. . .

THREE!

NO! SIMON’S FOOT WAS ON THE ROPE! THE MATCH GOES ON!

Tenchu wants to show he doesn’t need to be upgraded! He goes to the top rope but looks uneasy! Simon gets up and sees the hesitation! He pulls Tenchu off by the foot and Tenchu hits the back of his head hard!

SIMON HAS A SINISTER SMILE AS HE SEES TENCHU’S LEGS ARE BY THE CORNER!

HE GOES TO THE OUTSIDE AND GRABS A HOLD OF EACH FOOT!

HE PULLS!

CLANG!

METAL AGAINST METAL AS THE POST GOES THROUGH THE UPRIGHTS!

SIMON’S PLAN IS COMING TOGETHER!

3D CHESS!

HE LOCKS IN THE CHECKMATE! THE FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK USING THE POST FOR EXTRA PAIN AND LEVERAGE!

TENCHU HAS NO CHOICE!

HE’S TAPPING OUT!

Simon has done it! He has proven that even though Tenchu fought hard, there is plenty to upgrade!

 

WINNER: SIMON

 

 

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THE BEGINNING OF THE END
FEATURING
MORDECAI & THE SANDMAN

A warehouse.

The middle of no-where.

Mordecai stands upon a symbol, scrawled into the concrete floor. He’s patient and calm as the sudden appearance of The Sandman startles us, but not him.

“You’ve the audacity to summon me,” The Sandman angrily queries. “After what you’ve done?”

Mordecai folds his arms.

“You shouldn’t be here, should you?” He retorts sternly. “How are you feeling now that Sandy is no more?”

The Dream Demon turns away, refusing to face The Gatekeeper.

“As I suspected, his hold no longer exists.”

“That doesn’t mean I won’t revenge him,” Sandman turns with a toothy roar. “You killed the man that brought me here; that gave me life outside of these pathetic mortals’ mere dreams. How long has it been? How long have we been at war?”

Mordecai steps forward.

“Since the dawn of humanity.”

“Since the dawn of dreams and nightmares,” Sandman continues. “We’ve both been enslaved to these cretinous little maggots for far too long, Mordecai. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be free? I bet you don’t, do you? After all, you must be tethered to someone.”

That stops The Gatekeeper, who this time turns away himself. The Sandman realizes that he’s pushed the right button and walks around him to see his face.

“It’s Luke Storm, isn’t it?” The Dream Demon says in amusement. He giggles even. “You’re tethered to that puny cretin, aren’t you?”

“I had to find a way to get to you,” Mordecai admits.

“So, you chose Luke Storm – the very man that was trying to destroy me? You’ve created the beginning of the end of both of us, Mordecai.”

The Gatekeeper shakes his head ‘no’.

“You did that, Sandman,” He roars. “The moment you escaped our realm and came here, you set in motion the beginning of our collective end; the end of dreams and nightmares.”

Both come together now, seething at one another.

The end of us.

The Sandman snarls.

“Then let’s do what we’re designed to do?” He offers. “Let’s fight.”

Cut.

 

 

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UPPER MID-CARD
BRAWL
THE SANDMAN VS. MORDECAI

Animosity pours from Sandman’s eyes as he stares down Mordecai face to face!

The brawl is instantly underway as Sandman lashes out at Mordecai with furious rights and lefts! The Gatekeeper blocks the blows as best he can but Sandman fires away with all he’s got!

HEADBUTT TO THE BRIDGE OF MORDECAI’S NOSE! THE DREAM GUARDIAN IS ROCKED FUCKING SILLY!

Sandman grabs Mordecai by the hair and whips him around, slinging him face first into a nearby crate! Mordecai tries to push off of the crate but Sandman is fast on his feet!

BIG BOOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! MORDECAI’S HEAD JUST WENT RIGHT THROUGH THAT WOODEN CRATE! SPLINTERS FLY IN EVERY DIRECTION!

The Dream Demon grabs for his opponent again, yanking him from the broken wood and flinging him across the warehouse! Mordecai skids and bounces off of the concrete until he’s stopped by a pile of pallets! Sandman rushes him again!

AND GETS CAUGHT BY A WAITING MORDECAI! FALSE AWAKENING! PUMPHANDLE SITOUT POWERBOMB SENDS SANDMAN RIGHT THROUGH THE GOD DAMN PALLETS!

The Night Terror screams in sheer agony as the splintered pallet pierces his skin and blood pours down onto the floor beneath him! Mordecai rises and peels Sandman up before dropping him with a short-arm clothesline!

Sandman tries to get back up only to be dropped by another clothesline! Mordecai refuses to let Sandman gain any ground!

DARKNESS!

THE LIGHTS GO OUT IN THE WAREHOUSE AND WE ALL KNOW WHERE THIS IS HEADED!

The lights flash on and Sandman is standing in the center of the warehouse! He raises his head and prepares to strike but Mordecai isn’t in front of him! Where’d he go!?

HE’S BEHIND SANDMAN! THE DREAM GUARDIAN TURNS SANDMAN AROUND AND HAULS HIM UP INTO THE MYOCLONIC TWITCH! AIR! RAID! CRASH!

Sandman hits the ground with a thud and can’t believe what’s just transpired!

‘You know what doesn’t work on me, Sandman.’ Mordecai rises to his feet, begging for Sandman to join him as well! The Night Terror slowly clambers to his feet, grabbing at Mordecai’s legs in desperation!

CLOTHESLINE- NO! DEEP SLEEP! END OF FUCKING DAYS BY SANDMAN! MORDECAI IS DOWN AGAIN AND SANDMAN MAKES DISTANCE!

The Gatekeeper won’t stay down for long and Sandman knows it as he lumbers to the crate from before, tearing off the front and allowing its contents to spill forth!

TABLES! LADDERS! CHAIRS! THIS SHIPMENT LOOKS LIKE IT WAS HEADING TO OSW!

Sandman grabs a chair and rushes Mordecai!

HE CRACKS IT RIGHT OVER MORDECAI’S HEAD! THE THUNK ECHOES THROUGH THE ARENA AND SANDMAN REARS BACK FOR ANOTHER STRIKE!

ANOTHER!

ANOTHER!

THE DREAM DEMON HAS BUSTED MORDECAI WIDE OPEN!

Once white hair turns matted and red as blood pools forth from his skull! Sandman drags Mordecai across the warehouse, dropping him next to the crate as he grabs a table and sets it up!

HE PUTS A HAND AROUND MORDECAI’S THROAT! TO SAND- NO! HAYMAKER BY THE GATEKEEPER!

Sandman drops Mordecai and both men begin trading blows back and forth!

SAND TO THE EYES OUT OF NOWHERE! MORDECAI IS WOOZY ON HIS FEET!

DARKNESS!

THE LIGHTS COME BACK AND SANDMAN HAS HIS HAND AROUND MORDECAI’S THROAT WITH BOTH MEN STANDING ATOP THE CRATE! TO SAND! CHOKESLAM FROM THE CRATE RIGHT THROUGH THE GOD DAMN TABLE! THERE’S NO WAY MORDECAI CAN GET BACK UP AFTER THAT!

Sandman looks down at his handiwork for a moment before turning to climb down. When his feet hit the ground he turns to see Moredcai has gone missing!

The Night Terror looks all around, unsure of just where the Dream Guardian could be!

MORDECAI COMES OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A LADDER TO THE FACE OF SANDMAN! SANDMAN GETS KNOCKED INTO THE PILE OF WEAPONS!

He fights to his feet, not wanting to stay down!

BUT GETS POPPED UP INTO THE AIR IN A TERRIFYING SHOW OF STRENGTH BY MORDECAI! REALITY CHECK! POP UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!

Sandman lands in a fucking heap in the pile of weapons and Mordecai looks on at him in pure exhaustion! He looks around for a way to end this! And he sees it immediately! A massive tower of crates off to the side catches his eye! He grabs hold of Sandman!

FLASH OF LIGHT!

BOTH MEN NOW STAND ATOP THE CRATE TOWER! BUT SANDMAN HAS HIS BEARINGS AND HE’S NOT GOING DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT!

Rights, lefts, elbows, uppercuts! These men are giving it their all as they fight atop the crates, neither one wanting to give the other an inch!

MASSIVE HEADBUTT BY MORDECAI! HE HAULS SANDMAN UP!

HYPNOGOGIA! BACK TO BELLY PILEDRIVER AS MORDECAI LEAPS FROM THE TOP OF THE FUCKING TOWER! BOTH MEN CRASH INTO THE GROUND BELOW!

At first, there’s no movement, but after a few seconds Mordecai slowly rises to his feet. Sandman is knocked out cold!

Mordecai stands tall, blood staining his hair, bruises forming, but his victory rightfully earned!

 

WINNER: MORDECAI

 

 

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“SCENE III: REVENGE”
FEATURING
LUKE STORM & VIPER ROBERTS

Recorded Earlier.

“And…ACTION!” comes the shout from Steinberg.

Luke Storm, all in costume, lies shackled to a hi-tech table, as a spotlight shines on him.

“It’s no use. You’ll never make me talk!” Storm delivers his lines with plenty of enthusiasm.

The lights go out, and he feels the table tilt forward slightly.

He didn’t remember this being in the script.

Storm feels a slight scratch and suddenly the lights flicker back on, only now the crew and director have gone. And in their place?

VIPER ROBERTS.

He smiles down at Storm.

“Oh you’re admiring your handiwork I see?” he mocks, gesturing to the bruises on his neck. “Well I’d have to give you an A for effort, Luke, that’s for sure.”

Viper is wondering around now, flanked by a couple of his snakes.

“But only a C for execution.”

His face changes slightly, now less playful and more abrupt.

“And this is what I get for helping you out? I gave you everything you’ve worked your whole career for Luke, and I get bruises as my only reward? Fuck. I was hoping for little favour in return for the favour I’ve done for you.”

“I didn’t ask for your help, Viper. I don’t need it. I don’t want to owe you a favour in return. I’ve seen what you do. I’ve sheen how you make… p-people… whatch your snakesh…”

Viper smirks once more, as a panicked look crosses over the eyes of the Tempest.

“Oh don’t worry about that. You’d have felt a sharp scratch when the lights went off. That was just my friend here giving you a local anaesthetic. I tried to do this the nice way. I gave you a little hand up in the hope you’d do me a little something down the line in return. But I can see now that you don’t know what is good for you. You’ll need some help.”

And with that, another of the snakes hands Viper something. Viper turns and in his hands is a pair of heavy duty wire cutters. The panic in Luke’s eyes spreads wildly to the rest of his body, except he’s still shackled.

“If you don’t want to become a snake of your own volition, maybe I will have to MAKE you become a snake,” Viper hisses, moving in towards Storm, who can’t feel his tongue or the rest of his mouth now. “Let’s start with the tongue shall we?”

Viper positions the cutters in Storms mouth, ready to cut it down the middle and fork it. Storm closes his eyes.

SNIP!

Nothing. Storm opens his eyes again. He expected blood, but there is none. Viper looks more sadistic than ever.

Changed my mind. On second thoughts I want to be able to hear every last word as you beg me to let you repay the favour after Up In Smoke. And you will beg, Storm.”

Viper cocks back his hand delivers a hard blow to the side of Storm’s head, and everything goes black.

Cut.

 

 

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PROGRESS REPORT
FEATURING
BLACK SKULL & THE DARKNESS

The Hall of Skulls.

Black Skull sits at his large oak table with a skull carved into the middle, reviewing some ancient documents; these old leather backed books look extremely aged and weathered as he turns the pages.

Just then, The Darkness appears.

“Progress report,” Black Skull demands.

“Sigil has been preoccupied with the Gas Chamber, as you expected sire,” The Dark Master replies. “He currently shows no signs of coming for you.”

Black Skull stands up and walks over to his friend and servant.

“And the rest?”

There’s a gleeful chuckle.

“They’re ripping each other apart. Voynich was nearly murdered; Albert Shaw and Sigil almost perished – it has been a huge success. Luke Storm debates the impossible under the watchful eye of a snake and Jessie Williams is no closer to becoming his father, even under the guidance of his step-sister.”

That makes Black Skull rub his hands together with joy.

“Good work,” he announces proudly. “And just in time for next week too.”

That immediately gets the Dark Master’s attention.

“Do tell?” He begs.

“The first of your brothers will be arriving next week,” Skull says sternly, if not with a tad bit of excitement. “And if Sigil is no closer to finding me, he’ll shortly be even further away.”

“I couldn’t be more excited, sire. I’m desperate to see my brothers once again.”

Skull nods.

“Just remember, each of you are vulnerable here. Do not get close to the roster, because once they realize what’s happening, it’ll become war.”

Cut.

 

 

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THE UPPER MID-CARD
STANDARD MATCH
DARKLORD vs. BANZAN

Darklord has been searching for a fight worthy of the Carthian King for months and now has found it in the Mountain. Will Darklord truly be satisfied with the challenge before him or is Banzan a test even he cannot overcome?

The bell sounds as both men rush forward, absolutely belting one another with hard lefts and rights that seem to do no damage to the other before a stiff headbutt from Banzan staggers Darklord back a few steps before the God King rushes forward and nails a leaping headbutt of his own that sends Banzan stumbling into the ropes

REBOUND LARIATO! Darklord gets clipped by that massive Lariat but he still doesn’t go down, stumbling into the ropes himself

KNEEL! Bazan gets sent flying back into the corner from that massive Spartan Kick, the Mountain’s dazed as Darklord mounts him in the corner, climbing up as he rains down lefts and rights with all his strength but Banzan grabs hold of him, stepping forward a few steps

MANHATTAN DROP! Banzan drives the full 500 pounds of Darklord onto his knee groin first as the God King goddamn felt that. Darklord doesn’t go down but he’s in pain as he quickly gets spun around

DUKKHA! Banzan drops him on the back of his head with an almost Backdrop Driver version of the Saito Suplex but he doesn’t cover, backing up as he slowly watches Darklord get up to one knee before rushing forward

SAMUDYA! SHINING TRIANGLE GETS CINCHED IN TIGHT! All 340 pounds is hanging off the God King’s neck as even Darklord feels the pain from this as he tries to get to his feet but Banzan pulls him down to the mat. Darklord looks seconds away from tapping out before he roars in anger, powering the Mountain up high

BEFORE BREAKING UP THE HOLD WITH THE BLACK HOLE POWERBOMB!

That took a ton out of Darklord as well as both competitors collapse on the canvas. Both the God King and the Mountain slowly pull themselves up by the ropes on either side of the ring as they stare eachother down with fury in their eyes before they slowly walk forward, both men gripping the other around the head

AS THEY BEGIN POUNDING THE FUCK OUT OF ONE ANOTHER! Heavy rights to the face of both men but neither are giving a damn inch as they beat the hell out of one another, a hard right hook staggering Darklord for a moment before he retaliates with a skull rattling headbutt. Darklord lets go of Banzan, gripping him around the throat for the Warlord’s Hand but Banzan slips out, lighting up Darklord’s chest with a lightning fast series of palm strikes

TIGER CLAW! The Fifth palm strike sends Darklord flying back into the ropes as the God King rebounds

WITH A MASSIVE RIGHT HAND! Banzan drops down to one knee but he doesn’t retaliate, tanking the blow before another mammoth shot drops him down to his knees, as again he does nothing. Darklord raises both fists up in a hammer like blow, pounding Banzan down into a seated position as the Mountain crosses his legs, closes his eyes

And begins to meditate.

Darklord pounds down lefts and rights upon the seated Mountain but now they seem to have no effect as a purple haze slowly grows over Banzan, Darklord’s attacks becoming more frenzied as he empties the damn tank out onto the Mountain with everything having no effect. Darklord even rushes to the ropes, bouncing off

KNEEL!….DOES NOTHING! The Wellspring just absorbs it all as the God King looks shocked before an idea pops into his head. Darklord rolls out of the ring and rolls back in, Void Bringer in his hands. Darklord sneers, slowly walking up to the meditating as he raises the hammer up high before slamming it down hard….

BANZAN FUCKING CATCHES IT! The Mountain;s eyes fly open as he powers Darklord away with a mighty shove and a sneer, sending him flying into the corner before getting to his feet, the purple haze flowing down his body into his hands as Banzan molds it into a ball

BEFORE SENDING IT FLYING INTO DARKLORD LIKE A HADOKEN!

The ball of energy flies at Darklord who almost on instinct swings Void Bringer as it collides with the Enlightenment and SENDS IT FLYING BACK AT BANZAN! The Mountain wasn’t ready for that counter as the energy spikes him in the chest, dropping him down to his knees before Darklord rushes forward

SLAMMING VOID BRINGER INTO THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD!

Banzan looks done but Darklord isn’t as he drops Void Bringer onto the mat before lifting Banzan up into the Backbreaker Rack, spinning him around before dropping him down

EVENT HORIZON…ON VOID BRINGER! DARKLORD JUST FUCKING MURDERED BANZAN!

The Mountain is completely out cold as Darklord drops one hand on his chest for the cover and the

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

Darklord pulls off the impressive victory here, using Banzan’s own wellspring against him and that vicious Tazzerite hammer for an absolute brutality against the Mountain.

 

WINNER: DARKLORD

 

 

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”TRUE THREAT”
FEATURING
BANZAN & DARKLORD

What a match between a pair of behemoths!

As the smoke settles on this battle, both Banzan and Darklord seem ready for more.

“You’re a worthy foe.” Darklord states, offering some respect. “You’d have done very well on…”

“Save it.” Banzan interjects, his voice nearly a growl as he approaches Darklord.

“Your celebration of war and destruction disgusts me.” Banzan says, some semblance of the peaceful man he once was coming out. “Because you believed me to be such a threat to this world, you came after me to prove yourself? I should wipe you from this planet.”

Ah, there it is. There’s the darkness.

“But,” Banzan begins. “Instead I’d rather ask you for help.”

Wait, what? Darklord seems confused by the offer.

“Help to do what?” The Carthian responds.

Banzan steps back.

“What I did to Leif Helvig may not have been the right decision. I let my mind become clouded from what I should have done.”

He pauses.

“Now Helvig is locked away in a hidden location, but the truth is that he is still humanity’s greatest threat. The true threat. He will not remain in chains forever, no matter the ill intent of the one holding him captive.”

Darklord shakes his head.

“I will not be used as a tool to ease your conscious. Even as you dangle his might in front of me as one would an animal.”

The Carthian pushes past Banzan to leave the ring.

“You will help me find him.”

Banzan snarls his nose as Darklord doesn’t even turn to look.

“One way or another.”

Cut.

 

 

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ARCHIE
FEATURING
NIGEL ROYAL

Flashforward – days after Up in Smoke.

London, England.

In the middle of London, tucked away down a couple of side roads, is a worn brick house on a council estate. It’s not the kind of place you’d expect to see a limousine slowly driving.

When it stops, it attracts attention – just like you’d expect.

Out steps Nigel Royal, dressed in a sharp navy-blue suit. He walks towards number 13 and knocks the door. He’s let inside by an elderly lady who motions him towards the living room.

As they step inside, they’re greeted by an eleven-year-old boy.

“What’s your name, lad?” Royal says, dusting crumbs off a seat before taking a pew opposite him.

Archie,” the kid replies softly.

Royal nods.

“Do you know who I am?” He asks carefully.

The boy nods.

“Nanny says that you’re a friend of my mummies,” he says innocently. “She passed away recently.”

“That’s right,” Royal admits. He reaches an arm out to put a hand on the boys shoulder. “But I’m more than that.”

The boy doesn’t understand.

“I’m your father,” he admits. “And I’ve come to take you back to America with me. How does that sound?”

“What about my nanny?” He stammers, his eyes welling up with tears.

Nigel looks at her, then back at the boy.

“She can come too,” Royal announces, standing up. He straightens his suit and walks over to Archie’s grandma. “Get your bags packed; you can both come with me.”

There’s no argument.

Only a nod.

Cut.

 

 

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UPPER MID-CARD
STANDARD MATCH
LUKE STORM vs. VIPER ROBERTS

This match is surely going to be incredible. When Luke Storm found out that Viper Roberts was behind his new movie role, he acted violently.

Tonight, Viper gets his revenge.

Tonight, Luke Storm settles his grievance.

Both men circle each other as the bell sounds, meeting face to face in the middle of the ring.

There’s not a word spoken. They just exchange looks.

It’s going to explode at any moment.

Storm suddenly strikes… with a FINGER POKE TO THE CHEST!

WHAT THE FUCK!?

VIPER ROBERTS HITS THE CANVAS LIKE HE’S JUST BEEN FUCKING SHOT! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?

STORM GRINS…

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?

HE PUTS A BOOT ON HIS CHEST….

ONE…

TWO….

THREE!

The bell sounds and no-one can quite believe it. Luke backs away with a sinister smirk on his face, stepping through the ropes and hopping off the ring apron as Viper Roberts sits up, likewise smiling.

What the fuck was that?

We thought these two despised one another. We thought they wanted to rip each other apart, but something else has transpired here.

Something much more sinister.

Luke Storm just beat Viper Roberts by Poke of Doom and the most nonchalant pinfall you’ll ever see in OSW history…

And Roberts? He was happy about it. He was smiling.

This is unbelievable.

 

WINNER: LUKE STORM

 

 

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”THE INTERVIEW”
FEATURING
TWO-FACE

Static.

An old CRT television loads up, tracking lines up and down it. After a moment, the play symbol appears in the bottom as a VCR appears to be starting up.

“Mrs. Whitlock, are you telling me that your husband has not returned home since his accident?” A voice cuts through.

The picture follows shortly, with Vivian Whitlock sitting on the screen.

This is part of the interview that Two-Face saw a preview for at Ring of Dreams.

“No,” Vivian begins, emotion in her voice. “I rushed to the hospital as soon as I heard, but he’d already broken out. Whatever happened to him in that fire may have killed my husband. That twisted thing that remains is not my Alton.”

Several grainy clips play of Two-Face rampaging through Viper Roberts snake dens several months ago as the interviewer’s voice returns.

“This footage was provided to WDNM by an anonymous source. They show Alton Whitlock, former presidential candidate, murdering several innocent people in cold blood. His whereabouts are unknown, but his wife has come forward to make an impassioned plea.”

We close in on a shot of Vivian Whitlock. Her eyes have dark circles under them and tears are welling in her eyes.

“Alton, please turn yourself in. You are not yourself. We just want to help you get through this trauma. I know you feel alone, but there will always be someone out there that loves you. I love you. Come to me, babe, don’t suffer in silence any longer.”

She holds up her hands as if pleading with her husband, and the video stops.

On her wrist, several lines are barely visible.

But they’re in the unmistakable shape of Viper Roberts snake logo.

“Roberts” A voice growls off screen.

Two-Face.

Cut.

 

 

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WEAPON
FEATURING
UNKNOWN

Monitors.

At least ten of them.

They’re gathered above a computer station in what looks to be an extremely dark and secluded room. Someone sits in the shadows at the console, hands tapping furiously at the mechanical keyboard.

A voice suddenly and abruptly stops the tapping.

It’s familiar, but we can’t see who it belongs to.

“Are we ready yet?” It asks.

The person shakes his head no.

“There’s a lot to do here,” the person at the computer says with an air of disdain.

“This weapon must be attained,” the voice sternly says back. “It doesn’t matter the cost; whether your time, effort or money. You’re here because you said you’re the best and you know how to do this. Get it done.”

“Do you know what you’re asking me to do?” They ask. “You’re not askin’ me to fuckin’ rob a bank. You’re not askin’ me to syphon money from some rich cunt somewhere. What you’re asking me to do takes precision. If you want full and utter control over that weapon, I need to access it, carefully bypass all protections and plant your ability to control it; this doesn’t just take time, effort and money. It takes skill.”

There’s a moment of silence.

UnderstoodMake it happen,” the voice replies.

Cut.

 

 

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CHAMPIONSHIP BOUT
OSW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
PIRATE GOLD vs. BAD MOTHER FUCKERS ©

After a strong showing at Double Tap, Pirate Gold have targeted the Tag Teams as their treasure. But there are a couple of Bad Motherfuckers holding that gold right and they ain’t about to let it go without a proper fucking scrap!

Gable powers out of the blocks and tackles Pyre to the ground. Zero tries to intervene but Grimwolf cuts off the cyborg with a clothesline. Gable is pounding at Pyre with powerful rights and lefts but he takes a scorching thumb to the eye and tumbles back. Grimwolf and Zero are in a clinch which neither can get the advantage in and they tumble over the top rope to the outside.

Gable and Pyre are back on their feet, The Olympian runs at The Fire Witch but she easily sidesteps the lunge, jumping into the air and hitting Gable with a chop to the back of the neck. Gable stumbles forward into the ropes, landing over the middle. Pyre pendulums off the opposite ropes and hits the 619!!! Gable falls back into the ring, slingshot from Pyre

DANCING FLAMES!!!

NO!!!!

THE OLYMPIAN SANDBAGS!!!

AND A HOT TAG TO GRIMWOLF WHO IS BACK ON THE APRON!!!

The Scourge charges in and a running big boot puts out the Fire Witch’s flame. The first cover of the match…

ONE!
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TWO!
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ZERO BREAKS THE FALL!!!

The Pirate and The Hacker are now going at it, lefts and rights. Grimwolf has the size advantage but that augmented arm is Zero’s leveller. But Gable from behind.

GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!

Grimwolf immediately gets to work….ONE….TWO….THREE…FOUR-FIVE-SIX-SEVEN STOMPS…followed by a curb stomp…

COUNTERED!!!!

Pyre takes Grimwolf into a dragon sleeper

AWAKENING!!!!

Grimwolf is caught middle of the ring. He’s got no choice….HE’S TAPPING OUT!!!!!!

But hold on…..

Gable and Zero have distracted the referee because they won’t leave the ring. Pyre releases the pirate and

PUSHES ZERO!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!

TEMPERS ARE AFLAME!!!

ARE THE BAD MOTHERFUCKERS ABOUT TO BE CONSUMED BY THE DARKNESS!!!!

There is an intense staredown between Pyre and Zero….THE FUCKING TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!

LOW BLOW!!!!

Grimwolf with a CUNT PUNCH to Pyre!

GOLD RUSH!!!!

GABLE SPEARS ZERO THROUGH THE FUCKING ROPES!!!!

Grimwolf has Pyre in a reverse headlock…IMPLANT DDT!!! That could be it…

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE

NO!!!

SHOULDER UP!!!

Pyre’s flame still flickers! But Grimwolf is lining up the heart punch. Is Pyre about to find a DEAD MAN’S CHEST?

REVERSED!!!

Pyre parries, twists Grimwolf with an arm wrench and a savate kick floors The Horror of The Deep. Now to the top rope, Pyre can sense the flicker of those DANCING FLAMES!!!!

GABLE WITH THE SAVE!!!

THE OLYMPIAN PULLED DOWN THE TOP ROPE!!!

PYRE STRADDLES THE TURNBUCKLE!!!!

Gable joins her…

AVALANCHE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!!!!

Grimwolf crawls across and makes a cover. This HAS TO BE IT!!!!

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!!!!

Pirate Gold is not all that remains because those Bad Motherfuckers keep on fighting!

And now Zero is into the fray.

GOOZLE!!!

ABSOLUTE ZERO!!!!

THE OLYMPIC TORCH IS DOUSED!!!!

GOOZLE!!!

ABSOLUTE ZERO!!!

THE CAPTAIN’S SHIP IS SUNK!!!!

THE BIG BLACK TRAIN RUNS RIGHT OVER THE PIRATE GOLD!!!!

Zero drags his partner over Grimwolf.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

IS IT!!!

NO!!!

Gable drags the referee out of the ring with him.

Zero is a pissed off motherfucker. Baseball slide to Gable on the outside, now the Double Champ joins The Olympian outside the ring. Grabbing Gable, Zero slams his face into a ring post. Now he’s under the ring.

AND PULLS OUT A LADDER!!!!

THE BAD MOTHERFUCKERS WON THE TITLES IN A LADDDER MATCH AT DOUBLE TAP!

Zero sets up the ladder on the outside…

AND STARTS CLIMBING IT!!!

He’s got two targets – Gable outside the ring or Grimwolf inside the ring.

Gable is fucking out, his game looks done, his face covered in blood from that rendezvous with the ring post. Inside the ring, Pyre lifts Grimwolf and she’s calling to Zero. One Bad Motherfucker nods to the other and Zero let’s fly.

SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!!

ONTO PYRE!!!!

GRIMWOLF BROKE FREE AND ROLLED AWAY!!!

ZERO JUST TOOK OUT HIS OWN DAMN PARTNER!!!

The VHS Champion gets to his feet, he turns right into…

DEAD MAN’S CHEST!!!!!

THE HEART PUNCH!!!

Grimwolf drops down over Zero, he hooks the legs, we’re going to have new champions here…

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!!

NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!!

HOLY FUCKING MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!

Well…

We would have new champions…

IF…

Zero was the legal partner.

BUT HE FUCKING AIN’T!!!

The referee is trying to explain this to Israel Grimwolf but The Horror of The Deep is having none of it. The Darkness envelopes The Pirate.

HE GOOZLES THE OFFICIAL!!!

BUT PYRE KICKS GRIMWOLF RIGHT IN HIS PIRATE GOLD!!!!

THE REFEREE IS SAVED!!!

BUT PYRE ISN’T!!!

CHAIR SHOT!!!!!

THE DARKNESS HAS TAKEN OVER CAEL GABLE!!!!

AND HE’S BEATING THE LIVING FUCK OUT OF PYRE WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!!

The Olympian would have damn killed The Fire Witch if his partner hadn’t stopped. Rage burning in his eyes, as The Darkness slowly seeps out of Gable the brightness in his eyes return and he looks at what he’s done. He’s shocked.

FIREWALL!!!!

But there is no time to reflect as Zero hits a double clothesline. That gives the hacker time to assist his partner, he drags Pyre to his corner and tags the barely conscious Fire Witch. Now Zero is legal with Grimwolf. The Pirate is on his feet.

PUNK CITY KILLER!!!!

REVERSED!!!

As Zero bounces off the ropes

KEELHAULED!!!!

DUCKED!!!

FIREWALL!!!

Zero gets the advantage and now he stalks Grimwolf.

GABLE IN HIS BLINDSIDE!!!

PUNK CITY KILLER!!!!

ZERO STUNS THE OLYMPIAN!!!

Gable’s sacrifice gives his partner an opportunity he needs.

KEELHAULED!!!!

ZERO IS FLATTENED!!!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE-

NO!!!!

IT’S FUCKING PYRE!!!

AND SHE IS SURROUNDED BY FLAME!!!

FIREBALL TO GRIMWOLF!!!!

IT BLOWS HIM INTO A TURNBUCKLE!!!!

Grimwolf is now outnumbered but Gable jumps onto the apron and distracts Pyre. Zero grabs Grimwolf by the throat, lifting the pirate…

BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH!!!!

EYE POKE!!!!

DESPERATION FROM GRIMWOLF!!!

KEELHAULED!!!

COUNTERED WITH A LEG SWEEP!!!

PUNK CITY KILLER!!!!

TO THE RISING GRIMWOLF!!!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!!

THE CHAMPIONS RETAIN THE GOLD!!!!

The Bad Motherfuckers take home the treasure as the challengers’ ship is sunk!

 

WINNERS AND STILL OSW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: BAD MOTHER FUCKERS

 

 

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“RIDE OR DIE”
FEATURING
VOYNICH, CORVUS, ALBERT SHAW, SEESAW, DEATHNOTE & SIGIL

A car zooms down the highway towards the Slaughterhouse.

In the backseat sits the OSW World Champion.

Voynich.

Alive and well.

“Quite a trick you pulled,” Voynich says. “I hope you aren’t expecting anything in return.”

The driver, a man we’ve never seen before, doesn’t answer.

“Not at all,” replies the man in the passenger’s seat. “Though, if you’d humor me, I’d like to propose a deal.”

Corvus.

Voynich rolls his eyes.

“Go ahead,” he says. “But ‘no’ means ‘no,’ assassin.”

“It’s a simple trade offer,” Corvus replies. “You help me win tonight, and I will make sure Sigil doesn’t leave the Slaughterhouse alive.”

Voynich laughs. “You want me to give away my championship just so for you to kill Sigil? Thanks, but I can take care of him on my own.”

“You emptied a revolver into his chest,” Corvus says. “And you couldn’t get the job done. That’s the difference in you and me, Voynich. You kill out of anger. I kill because I’m good at it.”

“And the shinigami?” Voynich asks.

“Deathnote still believes we are allies,” Corvus says. “But a wiser demon would’ve known I’ve been in business for myself this entire time.”

“That’s cold blooded,” Voynich says.

“So, what do you say?” Corvus asks. “Your belt for the life of your mortal enemy?”

Voynich thinks about it for just a moment.

“Well–”

BANG!

SMASH!!!

OH MY GOD!!!

ALBERT SHAW AND SEESAW JUST CRASHED INTO THE FUCKING WINDSHIELD!!!

THEY MUST HAVE FALLEN FROM SHAW’S APARTMENT!!!

The car swerves off the road and COLLIDES into a guardrail!!!

SeeSaw and Shaw fall off of the car!

Shaw struggles to his feet.

SeeSaw meets him halfway!

The two men, covered with glass and little cuts begin to tirelessly beat the shit out of each other!

The passenger door swings open! Corvus stumbles out.

And there stands Deathnote.

“It’s not as it seems,” Corvus says.

“Save it,” Deathnote replies. “I see what’s going on here. You fucking traitor.”

Deathnote sends a boot into Corvus’ teeth!

They begin to brawl as well!

The backseat door swings open. Voynich falls out, holding his ribcage. He climbs to his feet and sees SeeSaw and Shaw going at it!

He sees Corvus and Deathnote going at it!

“Oh the hell with it,” Voynich says, and joins the fray, throwing a solid punch into SeeSaw’s jaw!

But before SeeSaw can reply with a fist of his own?

He freezes.

In fact, they all do.

Everything does.

Time

It’s stopped.

And the only thing moving at all is Sigil.

Oh my god.

He manipulated this entire situation.

All of his opponents, injured, tired, damn near broken.

But Sigil is fresh as a fucking daisy.

He strides up, placing a hand on Deathnote.

And Deathnote is gone.

He does the same to Corvus.

And to Shaw.

And SeeSaw.

With everyone else gone, Sigil finally approaches Voynich.

He caresses the Champion’s face.

“Let’s join the others, old friend.” Sigil says, with a grin in his voice. “It’s time for me to take one more thing from you.”

He touches Voynich’s shoulder.

“To the Slaughterhouse, we go.”

Cut.

 

 

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OSW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
THE GAS CHAMBER
VOYNICH © vs. SIGIL vs. SEESAW vs. DEATHNOTE vs. CORVUS vs. ALBERT SHAW

The way this match works is simple.

All six competitors will begin inside the Chamber at the same time and become secured within it.

Each will have been offered the opportunity to secure one weapon inside the structure prior to the match beginning. Please reply with your choice of weapon.

When the chamber is secured, all six wrestlers will fight within it as it slowly begins to fill with gas. The way to win is to be the first to escape The Gas Chamber by spinning the handle to unlock the door, stepping outside. The competitor must then secure the door, trapping his opponents back inside.

The competitor on the outside will be the OSW World Champion and survivor, only when the door is shut and they themselves are on the outside.

Could this be any more of a combustible situation?

As all six of these warriors are shut inside The Gas Chamber and in a matter of moments, they will fight for the OSW Championship.

The referee spins the door handle and the bell sounds.

Albert Shaw makes a b-line for SeeSaw, slamming him straight into the reinforced glass with as much power as he can manage. He grabs him by the face, smushing it up against the glass until Voynich attacks from behind with a forearm.

The World Champion slams a thunderous right hand into Shaw’s jaw, dropping him where he stands.

Meanwhile, Corvus and Deathnote are brawling, trading right and left hands.

SIGIL IS TRYING TO ESCAPE!

As the gas slowly trickles in through the pipes, Sigil is spinning the door handle, taking his opportunity to try and escape the Chamber.

The door is a few mere turns from being opened when SeeSaw clobbers him from behind with the MEMORY SLUGGER!

The baseball bat slams into the back of The Collector, dropping him to his knees. SeeSaw winds up another shot…

NO!

ALBERT SHAW TACKLES HIM TO THE GROUND WITH A SPEAR!

Shaw immediately begins a ground and pound as Voynich storms across the chamber, leaping into action!

BUISAKU KNEE TO THE KNEELING SIGIL!

Corvus meanwhile tosses Deathnote head first into the re-enforced glass, turning around to see Voynich with his hands on the door handle!

He grabs his noose and TOSSES IT OVER THE BEST KEPT SECRETS HEAD, YANKING HIM BACKWARDS!

Voynich stumbles…

THE BLACK HANDS BLADE!

CUTTER TO THE WORLD CHAMPION!

The Crow springs back to his feet, only there’s Albie Shaw!

GBH! CLAYMORE KICK TO CORVUS! THAT ALMOST TOOK HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF! Albert reaches down and grabs his weapon – a pair of Brass Knuckles!

Putting them on, he looks for the nearest body.

It’s DEATHNOTE!

HE DUCKS, SCOOPING HIM UP!

GTS!

GATHER THY SOUL TO SHAW!

The Author of Death stumbles away towards the door, giving it another spin, but he’s ROLLED UP FROM BEHIND!

IT’S SEESAW!

SeeSaw rolls him through, releasing him.

He kneels.

THE JACK ATTACK!

A CLUSTER OF DRIVING FISTS TO THE SKULL!

Mr. Make Believe pounds away at Deathnote, knocking him backwards. This match is high octane, folks – and the gas just keeps coming.

It’s getting thicker and thicker inside The Chamber as SeeSaw turns to find Sigil, who has pulled two knives from his satchel!

HE STABS THEM INTO THE FUCKING SHOULDERS OF SEESAW, WHO SCREAMS IN AGONY!!

ONLY TO RUN HIM BACKWARDS INTO THE FUCKING GLASS!

THE COLLECTOR TURNS THE KNIVES… TURNING THE SCREW ON MR. MAKE BELIEVE!

AND HERE COMES ALBERT SHAW!

Shaw has his knux!

As Sigil holds SeeSaw there by two knives pinned into his shoulders, Shaw starts SLAMMING BRASS KNUCKLED FISTS INTO HIS FUCKING FACE!

THERE’S BLOOD EVERYWHERE! THERE’S A FUCKING RIVER OF IT POURING FROM SEESAW’S NOSE!

Sigil angrily rips the knives out of him, letting him stumble forward into Voynich..

ISHTAR GATE!

RUNNING LARIAT TO THE MAN THAT BRUTALLY STABBED HIM!

Deathnote meanwhile is back to his feet, carrying his Escrima Sticks.

STICK SHOT TO CORVUS!

STICK SHOT TO SHAW!

STICK SHOT TO SIGIL!

HE’S NAILING ANYTHING THAT MOVES!

The Author turns around, only a whip SLAPS through the air, wrapping around one of the sticks and snatching it away!

It’s Voynich! The OSW Champion uses his bullwhip to disarm Deathnote!

He runs at him, getting another vile whip… THIS TIME TO THE FACE!

DOWN GOES DEATHNOTE!

The Best Kept Secret stumbles to the door, turning the handle and STEPPING OUTSIDE!

VOYNICH IS OUTSIDE!

HE’S GOING TO RETAIN! HE’S GOING TO FUCKING RETAIN!

SPEAR BY SIGIL!

SPEAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

SIGIL SPEARS VOYNICH STRAIGHT THROUGH THE FUCKING BARRICADE!

IF ONE OF THEM CAN CLOSE THE DOOR AND PUT THE OTHER BACK INSIDE, THEY CAN WIN!

Gas escapes The Chamber now that the door is open.

And here comes Corvus too. The Crow follows them both outside and grabs Sigil by the head, tossing him back into the chamber. He reaches down for Voynich, only Shaw spins him from behind!

HEADBUTT!

ANOTHER!

DOWN GOES CORVUS!

The Guv’nor stumbles outside to catch his breath, realizing how close he is to becoming OSW World Champion. He grabs Corvus and throws him back into the chamber…

BUT THERE’S VOYNICH WITH THE DOOR!

HE SLAMS IT INTO SHAW!

AGAIN!

AGAIN!

DOWN GOES THE GUVNOR!

VOYNICH BOOTS HIM STRAIGHT BACK INTO THE CHAMBER!

CLOSE THE DOOR! CLOSE THE DOOR!

HE SLAMS IT SHUT!

BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THERE’S A FUCKING BOOT FROM THE OTHER SIDE!

IT’S THAT MANIAC SEESAW! HE’S COVERED IN BLOOD AND DOESN’T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT!

HE BOOTS THE DOOR BACK INTO VOYNICH’ FACE, SLAMMING HIM BACKWARDS!

Mr. Make Believe steps outside and grabs the OSW Champion, running him face first into the Chamber itself.

He quickly grabs him and throws him back into the chamber, stepping back inside himself and…

CLOSING THE DOOR…

WHAT?

SEESAW JUST CLOSED THE DOOR AND TRAPPED THEM ALL BACK INSIDE.

IS HE FUCKING MENTAL?

Yes.

YES. HE. FUCKING. IS!

SeeSaw grabs his MEMORY SLUGGER and begins to batter up.

SHOT TO THE GUT OF SHAW.

SHOT TO THE HEAD OF SIGIL.

SHOT TO THE BACK OF VOYNICH!

HE’S RUNNING WILD!

But here’s Corvus!

FATE’S FURY!

DAGGERS FLYING AT THE BODY OF SEESAW! THEY CONNECT! THEY CONNECT!

CORVUS RUSHES IN, HAVING KILLED IT WITH FIRE!

CORVUS KICK!

FLASH KICK FOR GOOD MEASURE TO THE SKULL OF SEESAW!

THE BLACK HAND ARE GONNA WALK AWAY WITH THE OSW CHAMPIONSHIP!

He walks towards the door, SPINS THE HANDLE AND STEPS OUTSIDE!

But there’s Deathnote! The Author grabs him from behind and spins him around, nailing him with an Uppercut.

He pulls him back inside The Chamber, using the door to slam him back inside. Corvus rebounds off, looking for a Clothesline that Deathnote ducks!

The Black Hand storms forward none the less…

INTO A PLANESWALKER!

LEAPING DROPKICK BY SIGIL THAT SENDS CORVUS SLAMMING INTO THE FUCKING GLASS WITH BRUTAL FEROCITY! THANK GOD THAT’S RE-ENFORCED!

Deathnote turns just in time to see it, but there’s no reprieve as VOYNICH GRABS HIM BY THE HEAD, RUNS UP THE CHAMBER…

SLICED BREAD NUMBER TWO!

THE EIGTH WONDER!

THE OSW CHAMPION BURIES HIM ON THE FLOOR!

The gas is really starting to fill The Chamber now. You can barely see what’s going on inside it. This is going to get desperate and if someone wants to be the OSW World Heavyweight Champion, their time is surely now.

Voynich and Sigil now meet in the middle of the chamber.

Oh lord.

This is an epic tale right here.

RIGHT HAND BY VOYNICH.

LEFT HAND BY SIGIL.

RIGHTS.

LEFTS.

RIGHTS.

LEFTS.

BOTH MEN ARE HAMMERING AWAY AT ONE ANOTHER! THEY FUCKING HATE ONE ANOTHER!

There’s a finale brewing for these two men but it won’t be tonight.

Albert Shaw is there to make sure of that.

HE GRABS BOTH OF THEM, SLAMMING THEM HEADFIRST INTO ONE ANOTHER!

The Guvnor grabs the door handle and spins it open, stepping outside.

The Guvnor grabs the door handle and spins it open, stepping outside.

ONLY THERE’S SIGIL! THE COLLECTOR PULLS HIM BACKWARDS AND INTO A RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP ON THE HARD CONCRETE FLOOR!

SIGIL GETS BACK UP, HEADING FOR THE OPEN DOOR…

SURELY THIS IS IT…

BUT WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE! THAT’S…

THAT’S NIGEL GOD DAMN ROYAL!

THE SPITFIRE IS HERE!

STEEL CHAIR TO THE SKULL OF SIGIL! ANOTHER! ANOTHER! ANTOTHER!

SIGIL FALLS BACK INSIDE THE CHAMBER!

Royal tosses the chair back in and slams the door, walking away with the biggest smile on his face. Royal may have just saved this fucking match for Albie Shaw!

The Guvnor picks up the chair and watches as Voynich turns around, UTTERLY FUCKING BLASTING HIM WITH IT!

He’s so close now.

Only the gas overwhelms him and he falls to his knees.

The gas has really begun to take effect now. As Shaw stumbles towards the glass, we’re not sure what’s going on inside. Anyone could be on their feet. Anyone could be down.

Whoever gets to that door could win it.

Just then, it flies open.

But who’s going to step out!?

WHO’S IT GOING TO BE?!

IT’S….

IT’S…

IT’S ALBERT SHAW! ALBERT SHAW IS CRAWLING OUT OF THE FUCKING GAS CHAMBER!

HE CRAWLS AWAY, USING THE BARRICADE TO GET BACK TO HIS FEET.

IF HE CLOSES THAT DOOR…

IF HE SHUTS IT…

HE DOES! ALBIE SHAW CLOSES THE GAS CHAMBER DOOR! HE’S DONE IT! HE’S WON THE OSW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! OH MY FUCKING GOD! THE GUVNOR HAS DONE THE UNTHINKABLE!

The bell sounds and the referee rushes to his aide with the OSW World Championship in his hand, handing it to Shaw who drops to his knees in disbelief.

He’s a Double Champion, folks.

He has the Double Feature and the OSW World Championship – the two biggest titles OSW has to offer.

 

WINNER AND NEW OSW WORLD CHAMPION: ALBERT SHAW

 

 

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BAD TO THE BONE
FEATURING
BAD MOTHER FUCKERS & ALBERT SHAW

Static.What the fuck is that?

As Bad to the Bone blares into The Slaughterhouse, we flick back ringside to see a rather surprising sight.

Stood at the entrance ramp is none other than Luke Storm – but not as we know him.

With a new haircut, donning all white, he’s flanked by Zero and Pyre, also wearing white.

They bolt down the entrance ramp, Storm running a knee immediately into the back of Shaw’s head, giving him no chance to get back to his feet.

Zero on the other hand has a can of spray paint and begins spraying the letters BMF on the windows of the chamber.

Pyre pulls Albie back up with Luke.

She holds the Champion in place as Hollywood Luke Storm backs up.

LIGHTNING STRIKE TO THE GUVNOR

SUPERKICK TO THE FACE!

The Hacker is next up, using his bionic arm to effortlessly lift Shaw back to his feet. The World Champion is out of it. He’s fucking unconscious.

ZERO RUNS HIM WITH HIS BIONIC ARM STRAIGHT THROUGH A WINDOW OF THE FUCKING GAS CHAMBER!

THAT’S REINFORCED GLASS!

OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!

ALBERT SHAW WAS JUST SENT HEADFIRST THROUGH REINFORCED GLASS!

THERE’S SMOKE EVERYWHERE!

THERE’S GLASS EVERYWHERE!

THE GUVNOR HAS LANDED INSIDE THE CHAMBER WITH THE REST OF HIS OPPONENTS – BLOODIED AND BRUTALIZED!

Luke Storm grabs the OSW Championship and holds it up, watching as Pyre grabs the dropped can of spray paint and begins spraying the letters BMF right on the fucking title.

They deface it, throwing it away like fucking trash.

Old School Wrestling has no idea what’s hit it.

Six of OSW’s finest are down and out inside the chamber as Luke, Pyre and Zero climb their way to the top of it.

Hollywood Luke Storm.

Zero.

Pyre.

BAD MOTHER FUCKERS. TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN.

BAD TO THE FUCKING BONE.

Pyre sprays B.M.F on the top of the chamber, tossing the paint into the crowd shortly thereafter.

Our images cut with BMF stood atop the Gas Chamber, their arms raised in celebration and carnage all around them.

The OSW Championship with BMF scrawled on it in black spray paint is the last thing we see before cutting to an abrupt static.

Cut.