SIGNED ON THE DOTTED LINE
NEEDFUL THINGS
“What have you done to me?” [He demands to know.] “I don’t feel any different. Nothing has changed.”
[Mammon smiles sinisterly.]“Oh, you wouldn’t have experienced it yet, Mr. Newton. Psychologically, you may feel weaker but there’s no guarantee.”
[He steps backwards, removing his glasses.]“On the 27th of March 2017, you happened by my store with a mind to trade. You wanted one thing more than anything in the world; to be a winner. Life had you downtrodden and defeated and you’d had enough of the daily grind. You were about to debut in Old School Wrestling against Jack Jeckel and you wanted to win.”
[Newton frowns, perplexed by this notion.]“However, you didn’t just want to win this match; you wanted to win all of your matches. You wanted to be undefeated and I had just the thing for you.”
[Nicholas steps around the counter and approaches Edward, folding his arms.]“Only, everything comes at a price, does it not?”
[Edward shakes his head defiantly; he can’t believe it.]“Lies; you’re telling me lies, Nicholas. I don’t remember any of this.”
“You didn’t want to remember, Mr. Newton. You wanted to believe that you were responsible for such an incredible feat. You wanted to look yourself in the mirror and see a Champion staring back; not a fraud. I took from you the one thing you had of any value and last week, when I opened that box, I gave it back.”
[The Riddler gulps.] “What do you mean?”“I’m sorry but I cannot discuss the intricacies of our once trade agreement. However, rest assured, you’re no longer burdened with the weight of being victorious. At Ring of Dreams you will come to learn of defeat once again.”
[Edward looks at him, his eyes wide and his heart racing. He backs away, not knowing whether to speak to run. Nicholas grins, waving him goodbye.]“Don’t worry sir, once our match is over and our transaction inside the ring is complete, I’m certain there’s another deal to be made. Come again, won’t you?”
[Smile.] [Cut.]NATE WASHINGTON VS. OSCAR VOGEL
SINGLES MATCH
ELUVIUM
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Humanoid,” [Berengar says, inspecting fallen bodies at his feet. They’re nothing but bone now, the flesh having long rotted from their corpses.] “They’re humanoid, Vigilkeeper.”
“How can that be?”
[The Knight shrugs.]“We’ve visited all manner of planets on our journey and we’ve met humanoid species before.”
[The Sword agrees.] “Yeah but you drove a sword through his abdomen and he walked away. I don’t know of any humanoid capable of that.”“He’s destroyed and devoured worlds, making him stronger. He said it himself; it’ll take more than one sword to the belly to destroy him. But if he’s truly human then he’s fallible, he’s weakened by sharing similar DNA.”
“You mean, a poison sword to the heart?”
[Berengar smiles.] “How did you guess? It won’t be pleasant for you, old friend, but Darkstar won’t survive the encounter.” [The Broadsword pauses for a moment.]“Lather me up, Berengar.”
[Cut.]DANTE XAVIER VS. EL TRÉBOL JUNIOR
SINGLES MATCH
IT’S NOT A STORY
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Thank you for meeting with me,” [Hex says nodding.] “I wish it were under better circumstances but I’m afraid we’re out of time.”
[The Informer tilts his head.] “Out of time?”“Yes. There are forces at play you cannot truly comprehend. The time frame has been accelerated by your involvement and I’m afraid that I must act now or risk complete annihilation.”
[Gulp.]“You have to stop it.”
[The Informer goes to speak but Hex cuts him off.]“The time draws near and should you fail, should you dare to even conceive of a notion in which you do not succeed; it may very well be too late.”
“I’m trying, Hex,” [The Informer argues.] “But information is extremely difficult to come by. I’ve hunting down a lead with Novan and the Historium but I’m battling forces even I don’t understand. I need to know more. I need to understand who EF Holdings are and why they’ve purchased the Tap Room. I know it’s the story of a life time but I can’t crack the case.”
[Hex shakes his head.] “It’s not a story, kid. It’s more than that.” [Another gulp.]“When the time comes, you need to answer the call. Do you understand me? Answer the call.”
[Walking away, Hex leaves The Informer confused. He takes out his notepad and scribbles some information down before popping it inside his pocket and heading inside The Tap Room.]TILL THE END
BACKSTAGE
“And there we have it, my finest work yet…a getaway ship for two chums to get lost in space together, friends till the end.”
“And which two would that be, Oscar?”
[That voice is the gravelly tone of Skeletor, startling the puppeteert. Vogel turns to face his compadre, glaring at him with that lifeless look in his eyeholes.]“Major Tom was supposed to be my friend, Oscar, but he can’t stand you…why is that?”
[Oscar begins stuttering and stammering, lost in his confusion as he tries to respond.]“I…I just don’t know, Skeletor. I’ve tried everything I c-c-can, but…”
[Skeletor shakes his head slowly as he steps toward Vogel, giving his creator quite the fright as his voice becomes even more menacing.]“I think you’ve abandoned me, Oscar. You’ve been on this hunt for Tom’s approval so long that you’ve lost sight of your mission.”
[Skeletor takes a couple more steps toward Vogel, who steps back in a mix of fear and disbelief.]“Oh, Skeletor…surely you can’t be serious.”
“But I am serious, Oscar…and don’t call me Shirley.”
[That last sentence clues Oscar in to what’s going on, just as Skeletor starts to fall to the floor. Vogel leaps just in time to catch his creation, saving him. He looks up to see The Lost Cosmonaut standing over him, shaking his head. Oscar holds Skeletor close to his chest as he snaps at the Cosmonaut.]“You fiend! You tried to use someone that trusted you, you’re no friend of ours. If you won’t be my friend, I’ll see to it you get launched back into space all on your lonesome!”
[Major Tom just stares cold at the puppeteer before walking off, leaving us with a weeping Oscar holding his precious friend close.] [Cut.]THE LOST COSMONAUT VS. SPERO
SINGLES MATCH
M.I.A.
FLASHFORWARD
“Oi… I’m Chip Montana…” [Chip stops and catches his breath for a moment.] “And this is…”
[A figure darts out of the shadows and tackles Chip! He begins pummeling this figure, but he’s quickly swarmed by four more hooded figures. The sounds of his screams are heard as the camera shakes for a few moments before dropping to the forest floor showing Kevin running the other way.] [The sounds quiet down for a second before the sound of dragging is heard. The camera is lifted up as the face of Michael Graves is shown with Chip Montana being dragged off in the background. The pale skin and piercing fangs of Graves glisten.]“Let’s keep this camera, my brethren. I have a good use for it tomorrow.”
[Graves grins as he begins to walk away with his followers with a bellowing shout.]“At Ring of Dreams, we will raise Barbados! The Bat God shall rise upon the birth of yet another brethren! Tonight… we shall FEAST!”
[Graves smiles as his followers stop and turn to him.]“ALL HAIL BARBATOS!”
“ALL HAIL!”
[The camera shuts off to black.]DOUBLE TAP II: THE SOLUTION
The Solution returns at Double Tap!
EDGAR NEVERMORE VS. D’VON CHAMBERS
SINGLES MATCH
A DONE DEAL
RECORDED EARLIER
“It’s a done deal, Jamal…all that’s left is to set this equipment up, and get ready to enjoy the profit.”
“And what about the lady?”
[Nate just chuckles at this, waving off any concerns his associate has.]“She doesn’t need to know. This is still just a backup, but you can never be too sure. Better safe than sorry, right?”
[Suddenly, one of the movers fumbles and a piece of equipment comes flying off the machine. Another worker catches it in the nick of time, helping put it back on as Nate scolds them.]“Careful now, that shit is expensive. If it breaks down before we put it to use, it’s coming out your ass.”
[The workers nod in acknowledgement as they carefully move the machine into the Tap Room. Nate’s phone rings, bringing a smile to his face when he sees who the call is from. He brings the phone up to his ear with a chuckle.]“Everything good? Excellent. How soon can we get that last piece in? Great. See ya soon, man.”
[He hangs the phone up as one of his men steps out of the trailer with a clipboard, looking things over one more time.]“That’s the last of it, boss.”
[He slams the doors of the trailer shut as Nate nods in approval, heading into the Tap Room. Jamal steps into a truck, towing the trailer away as our attention is brought to someone watching from the distance…Gaia, a look of anger burning in her eyes as she clenches her fist, vines growing from the ground around her.] [Cut.]THE CLOSER YOU LOOK
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“I hope you got yourself a close look earlier, Shadow. I hope you studied my every move. But did you really think that you could get under my skin?”
[Dante Xavier, at least his voice. Shadow looks around him, but there is not a soul near by. He stands directly in the centre of the field, alone. As he peers into the night, Dante’s voice continues.]“I’ve been telling you all along. Look closely, try and figure me out. I want you to feel like you have the upper hand. Because the closer you think you are to working things out, the further away I will lead you.”
[Suddenly, a flood light blares onto the field, illuminating one shadowy corner. A figure stands in the shadows. The Angel instinctively walks towards it.]“Oh, you who are so easily led.”
[A second light shines from another angle, revealing the figure to be nothing more than a small tree standing in the corner. Shadow turns on his heels as Xavier’s voice now sounds from behind.]“From where I stand, it is you that seems to be looking over your shoulder. I hope you’re looking closely.”
[Standing no more than ten feet behind Shadow is Xavier himself. He winks at his foe before backing away into the night. Shadow doesn’t move straight away, knowing that Xavier is only goading him into his games. Instead, he calls out after him.]“You know where your downfall is, Dante?”
[No answer, just the fading footsteps of Xavier walking away across the darkened field. We can no longer see him in the darkness. Shadow calls out after him once more.]“Control. You need it. Without your mark being a willing participant in your games, they fall apart. You must have control of every scenario, every situation. But what happens if that control is taken away from you? If I refuse to play any more of your games?”
[Silence. Shadow shakes his head, frustration growing inside him. Finally, he leaves his spot, taking only a single step before falling flat on his face. His boot laces had been tied together. Only, when he collects himself and pushes himself back to his feet, he no longer stands in an empty darkened field. He no longer is alone either. He is back in the tap room in amongst the patrons. Dante Xavier is standing in the ring, looking down at him as he struggles to undo the knot in his laces.]“You never stopped playing the game Shadow. You just never realised what the game was. Keep looking closely, keep studying my every move looking for a way to defeat me. Because the closer you look, the more you see. But you will only ever see what I want you to. You will only ever be a willing participant.”
[Shadow finally struggles the knot free and stands up.]“Next week, the game comes to an end. There will be nothing left up your sleeve inside these ropes. Then we will pull back the curtain and see what we are dealing with.”
[Smoke covers Dante’s body, and in an instant he is standing over Shadow, eyeballing him.]“I’m looking forward to it.”
[Cut.]WOLFGANG VS. DR. MINDFUCK
SINGLES MATCH
REDWING: SUSPICIONS
BACKSTAGE
“Come out Gameboy, let’s play a little game, shall we?”
[Mysterion sneers as he says this before further pressing the steel into her flesh. It’s then that a bright light illuminates a nearby room. Gameboy steps out into the hall with his hands raised up.]“C’mon buddy, that girl doesn’t need to be drug into our battle.”
[Gameboy smiles over at Mysterion who grins back.]“I hoped you’d show up, Gameboy.”
[Mysterion raises a hand as a Red Turtle Shell knocks the blade out of his hand! Mysterion gasps as Gameboy lunges at him. He pulls the hypnotized woman out of harm’s way before turning back to Mysterion who catches him with a roundhouse. Gameboy staggers and finds himself looking into the gaze of Mindfuck’s beam.]“YES! Look into my MINDFUCKERY!” [says Dr. Mindfuck with glee.] [Gameboy’s jaw slacks as he stares forward. Mindfuck reaches out and gives a syringe to Mysterion who takes it. He sticks the needle into Gameboy’s neck and pushes down on the plunger. Gameboy’s eyes flutter before falling limp to the floor. The two villains begin laughing as they carry the limp body of Gameboy away.] [The woman, suddenly coming to her realization, begins running and screaming until she runs into a familiar masked individual.]
“What happened? What is it?” [asks Redwing as he holds her in place by her arms.]
“These two… two maniacs just tried to kill me! But Gameboy saved me… but they took him!”
[Redwing rushes down the halls before making his way to the parking lot where the squealing of tires once again informs him that he is too late.] [His fists squeeze in frustration before he spots something at his feet. He leans down and picks it up.] [The curved blade of Mysterion.]LIKE GENTLEMEN
BACKSTAGE
“Let them in.”
[The sound of the rooms doors open, the guards parting to reveal Spero and Trebol, both Guardians taking a seat, looking ever weary as they eye the men on every side. Edgar speaks first, holding out a finger to silence Trebol before he can speak.]“It has come to my attention that these games you wish to play are a tad childish. Sneak attacks, blow darts, playing hero. It’s a bit beneath us, isn’t it?”
“What the fuck do you mean playing hero!?”
[Trebol explodes in anger, nearly leaping the table had guards not leaped onto him, forcing him into his seat as Spero speaks up.]“What he means is that he and I serve a purpose in society. You two only live to impede on it. It appears your claim to be gentlemen is only to cover up for your need to be superior. Those keys don’t belong to you, they deserve to be in the hands of heroes.”
[Nevermore clicks his tongue, watching as Royal pulls the titles towards them, the blonde gentleman speaking up.]“Impede? You misunderstand boys, we are not villains in your cartoonish charade, we merely played the game to bring back what is ours. If you want to take them, then we shall do so like gentlemen. Us four, Ring of Dreams. Mr. Mammon has kindly allowed for me to take his place in defense of these glorious belts. Should we win, you will leave us be. Should you win, the keys are yours. Do we have a deal?”
[Though speaking elegantly, there is a heavy hint of malice in Royal’s tone. Royal reaches over the table, offering his hand. Trebol responds by reaching out- And flipping off Royal. The Gentlemen are speechless as Trebol leaps up from the table, Spero unable to protest as he follows his partner past the guards and heads towards the door.]“We don’t deal with villains like you two. See you at Ring of Dreams.”
[The crass nature of Trebol leaves a feeling of awkwardness in the room as the scene pulls to a close, Edgar Nevermore clenching the titles with a look of pure disdain on his face.]WILD KARRDE VS. HAPPY
SINGLES MATCH
DOUBLE UP
BACKSTAGE
“I thought we had an arrangement, Karrde. I was told that my Congregation were not allowed to work today.”
[Karrde leans up against a wall, his Invasion briefcase in front of him, as the steel gaze of Forever follows him. After a sufficient moment of waiting, Karrde drops the grin finally.]“Your people were supposed to take the losers and send ’em up your river. Keeps the trash out of my House, and fills your rolls with names. Mutually beneficial. Instead, old Karrde watches millions of dollars walk out the fucking door. That’s bad for business. High rollers don’t play where the money ain’t.”
[Forever clasps his hands together.]“Consider it a donation, my friend. We both know that money makes this sad world go round. I’ll have a form prepared for you, and your den of iniquity can deduct that money from its tax bill.”
[Forever grins as the Invasion winner raises an eyebrow.]“That’s the thing, ain’t it? My dumb ass let your people in, and I bet they found out that Karrde’s House ain’t exactly legal. So we both know I ain’t accepting your polite offer. But truth is, Mr. Heir Eternal, I know important people too, and I know how much you want to keep your little Hill out of the government eyes.”
[Eli is no longer grinning as Karrde stands to his feet, and pulls his sunglasses down.]“Difference between me and you is that old Karrde knows he’s a piece of shit.”
[The Double Feature Champion takes a step forward, but Karrde cuts him off.]“So we’re gonna make this right at Ring of Dreams. Fight it out, like they used to do in the old days.”
[Karrde reaches out and pats the Double Feature belt.]“There’s a real plucky motherfucker waiting to take that from you tonight. I want you to rest your thiefing ass up so Quinn don’t take what belongs to Karrde.”
[Forever grins.]“You’re a very greedy man, Karrde. You hold that briefcase, already. Yet you still would take the gold that I so rightfully earned. I’m much more valuable as an ally than as an enemy. Don’t make me destroy your and your House, Karrde.”
[Both men square up to one another. Karrde holds up his briefcase.]“This briefcase is gonna give old Karrde the chance to double up. You make it out of tonight, I’m gonna rip that title from your hands. You took money out my pocket. Karrde don’t forget.”
[Karrde goes to leave, but Forever pushes his shoulder into the gambler.]“Nor do I.”
[Wild Karrde walks away as Eli Forever goes him go with a grin.] [Forever takes on Redmond Quinn in tonight’s main event. Will he make it to Ring of Dreams with the Double Feature Championship?]DOUBLE TAP II: THE AWAKENING
The Awakening returns at Double Tap!
BERENGAR © VS. REDWING
VHS CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
THE BEGINNING
BACKSTAGE
“Listen son” [Walters calmly explains.] “We got off on the wrong foot!”
[The shocked face of expression of Happy is slowly replaced with huge smile.]“You’ve re-considered my offer” [Happy says excitedly.] “You want to be my friend!”
“Well…” [Walters hesitates.] “Yes, I’ve been considering… do you mind stepping outside?”
[Happy nods with excitement, following Walters who back peddles deeper into the hall.] [Once both men are outside the room, the door slowly sways shut behind Happy. And there he is…] [Kasabian.] [Happy doesn’t see him. The trick worked.]“Now” [Walters gestures with his hand.] “as I was saying…”
[Kasabian drives a double axe handle into the upper back of Happy, knocking him forward and to the ground. As he lays there dazed, The Slave begins to boot away at his lower back. Hammering Happy with kick after kick. DRIVING his right foot down into the torso of the Happiest man on Earth. Before…] [SLAVE COLLAR!] [Kasabian swoops down quickly, locking Happy in position and applying the camel clutch.] [Happy lets out a grunt of agony. His face contorted in pain.] [Lord Griffin Walters kneels in front of him; only inches from his face.]“I told you, didn’t I?” [Walters taunts.] “I told you there would be hell to pay, but this is only the beginning Happy. I want you to remember this feeling. Remember this pain, because next week… at Ring of Dreams, my boy is going to make you wish you had never thought about wrestling!”
[The squinted eyes of Happy make contact with those of the smiling Walters and the Master is not quick to tell Kasabian to release the hold.] [Second pass. Moments before Walters stands up, looking down at the fading Happy.]“That’s enough my boy” [Walters commands.] “We’ll finish this next week… with the world watching!”
[With that, The Slave releases the hold; Happy falling lifelessly to the floor below as Kasabian and Walters both stand above him.] [Static.] [Cut.]DOOM
BACKSTAGE
“Do you have it?”
[The voice of Jacen Novan cuts through the darkness to startle the Informer to a fully alert position. Novan steps out of the shadows, looking as though he has aged twenty years since the last time we saw him. The Historium is tucked in a sack beneath his arm. Informer seems taken aback by Novan’s appearance.]“Are you okay, Novan?”
[Jacen ignores the question, holding up his hand.]“The location. Do you have it?”
[The masked man starts to protest, but Novan’s hand opens and Informer goes up against the wall.]“Can’t you feel it, Informer? The power beckons me to give in. I don’t have time to bandy words with you. I need the location. It must be destroyed.”
[Informer takes a deep breath and nods his head to his left.]“There’s a large cavern type place beyond that giant door. Vanguard didn’t even know what’s in it. The door is made of some kind of unknown material, and I sure as hell couldn’t get it open. I have to get you to reconside…”
[Novan cuts him off.]“You have proven to be a most valuable ally. Thank you.”
[Jacen walks in the direction Informer indicates, the investigator seemingly forgotten. Yet Informer follows as Novan comes to the large door. Ornate carvings decorate its face, composed of a black material that seems to reflect light that is not shining upon it. Jacen closes his eyes and opens his arms, his brow furrowing in concentration.] [Snap.] [The door slowly comes open, having somehow been opened by the channeling of Jacen’s power.] [Jacen Novan slowly draws the Historium from his bag. It begins to glow as his skin makes contact. The side with the E.F. carved in it seems to call to the Informer, who follows Jacen inside the room. The cavern seems to stretch to the innards of the earth itself, no bottom visible to the abyss. Small streams of water line a walkway that juts out over the Abyss. Similar carvings line the walls from the Temple and door.] [As the glow of the Historium grows, the pools are now more clearly seen to not be water all. Heat and smoke rises off of what appears to be liquid metal of some kind. Novan steps to the outcropping. He looks down at the Historium, his mission so close to being fulfilled.]“Stop. I can’t let you do this!”
[A determined Informer walks towards an incensed Jacen Novan.] [Cut.]BRENT KERSH © VS. CHIP MONTANA
REWIND CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
HELSHOES
BACKSTAGE
“That’s the second time I got the drop on you Volsungr” [comes a voice from the darkness.] “A small dose of etorphine in a tiny little syringe did the trick. It’s amazing what you can acquire on the streets when you’re not afraid to pass that offering plate one more ‘gain… if you know what I mean!”
[With a chuckle out from the darkness steps none other than D’Von Chambers. But that’s only the beginning. In his hand, is a box cutter.] [Solveig nearly snickers.]“It will take more than that pathetic blade to kill the Chosen One!”
[The Bishop smiles at the statement as he draws closer.]“Oh I do know that my brotha!”
[Without warning, Chambers lashes out. Slashing away at Troy Solveig who does not even care to flinch.] [But there is no blood. Instead, Chambers has cut away the rope restraining Solveig’s arms and upper body.] [He’s free. And he takes advantage. Quickly reaching back to drive a jumping fist in the direction of Chambers, but when he does he nearly loses his balance. It’s as if… he’s stuck.] [Solveig slowly glances down at his fee to see it.] [Concrete. Formed up in squares surrounding the feet of Volsungr. He seems confused.]“Don’t you recognize them Troy?” [Chambers questions.] “They’re your own personal helshoes my brotha!”
[Solveig peers up at The Bishop with squinted eyes. He recognizes the reference, but is uncertain of Chambers’ intentions.]“Odin has reserved me a spot in Valhalla and one day I will indeed wear helshoes to my final destination” [Troy sneers.] “But it is not this day!”
[Yet Chambers only grins.]“Then we shall see if your gods have the resurrection power of mine!”
[Suddenly, Chambers roars; charging the immobile Solveig who can only brace for impact. A devastating clothesline sends Volsungr up and over the side railing of the boat and into the ocean waters with a splash.] [The Bishop returns to his feet; an almost blood thirsty expression covering his face as he hoists something from the deck of the boat.] [It’s Solveig’s hammer.]“Death comes for us all Volsungr” [Chambers mocks, tossing the hammer into the ocean] “But much sooner for you.”
[Static.] [Cut.]FEAR ITSELF
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“How could I do this? What is wrong with me?”
[He shakes again, as though a chill sweeps through the room. The sound of footsteps catches his attention, The Enforcer looking upward, his eyes going wide as he stares at the perpetrator.]“You ask yourself what is wrong, but it should be obvious when you never do anything right.”
[Himself.]“Is there a problem? Look around you, it’s Judgement Day all over again. You caused this. We caused this.”
[Kersh scrambles back, falling from the bench onto the charred floors, attempting to flee only to back into a locker, his head slamming into its blackened metal.]“You can’t be real! Leave me alone!”
[The false Kersh leans over the terrified Brent, wrapping both hands around his throat and SLAMMING him up against the lockers, Brent’s feet dangling as he hangs in the air.]“I am real, Brent. You and I? We’re one in the same. You’ve finally broke, Brent. We both know that you can’t go on living in this world, you must end this at Ring of Dreams. We must end this.”
[Kersh balls his fists, wanting to fight back but seemingly frozen by the terror flowing through him.]“We have become what we feared most Brent, we have destroyed everything, and now, we must stop ourselves.”
[The False Kersh drops Brent onto the floor, The Enforcer unmoving as the impostor walks away.]“The only thing we have to fear Brent is ourselves.”
[The scene slowly fades out, focused on Kersh’s face the emotionless, shocked expression lingering before we cut to black.]ELI FOREVER © VS. REDMOND QUINN
DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
YOU NEED THIS
RINGSIDE
“What’re you doing?” [Quinn says, stepping between them.] “Are you crazy? That’s no way to behave, Kane!”
[Doebern grimaces.] “Can’t you see what’s going on? How can you possibly be so foolish? He’s manipulating you, man. He’s lying to you. He just cost you the Double Feature Championship and you’re willing to shake his hand like some kind of fool.”“That’s not the way of it,” [Quinn protests.] “You have to have faith, son.”
[Suddenly, Wolfgang attacks from behind with a thunderous Double Axe Handle to the back of Redmond’s head, knocking him to the canvas. The Nazi looks immediately at Kane with a smirk only to see the pupil back away and begrudgingly exit the ring.] [With a smile on his face, Wolfgang turns to Quinn uninterrupted, stomping away at the back of his head viciously.]“You need this,” [Kane says as he walks away with a shameful look on his face.] “You need to see things for what they are, man.”
[Wolfgang pulls Quinn back to his feet, kicks him low and hits the ropes.] [CURBSTOMP!] [BLOOD AND SOIL.] [The Superior backs away with a sinister look, raising his arms in the air in celebration. The camera flickers between an unconscious Redmond Quinn, his pupil Kane Doebern and Wolfgang, with the latter two sharing completely different emotions.] [Cut.]