“BAILED”
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“You have the audacity to be here?” [Creed snarls.] “If it wasn’t for where we are, I’d beat the shit out of you.”
[Nightstick shakes his head.] “I bailed you out, kid.” [Creed scoffs, bumping shoulders with him as he walks past.]“Give me a break, alright? I didn’t know that was going to happen. I didn’t set you up. I was just as pissed off as you that he broke up our parley.”
[Luther turns around with a smile.]“Seriously?” [He bellows.] “You wanted to meet; it was your stipulation. You named the time and the place. It was all you, cop.”
[He follows after him, refusing to let this be. Creed just ignores him, continuing towards a car that’s waiting for him at the curb.]“I wanted to put this to bed, kid,” [Nightstick assures him.] “I wanted this to end before it goes too far. You have to trust me that I’m not responsible, but if you push on me because of this, I’m gonna push back.”
[Creed smiles, opening the car door and stepping inside.] [He says nothing.] [Nightstick watches with his hands on his hips as the car drives away, leaving him stood there.] [Cut.]SPERO VS. NATE WASHINGTON
SINGLES MATCH
“FINAL WARNING”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Look at what you did,” [says the balding head honcho of the group.] “All this is because you wouldn’t quit playing with your food.”
[Wolfgang grimaces.]“You had him chained in that basement for a month. You could’ve put him out of his misery at any time but you refused. We all wanted him dead, Wolfgang. It wasn’t working. You may have broken him but you didn’t send the message.”
[The Heir suddenly snaps his head, looking up at the man with a glare.]“The message? Don’t you forget that I brought you the message,” [he angrily complains.] “Quinn was a mistake. I understand that now. But if you think that we didn’t send a message, you’re an idiot.”
[He walks around in a circle, pointing at the carnage.]“Look at this,” [he beckons.] “This is a result of our message. They came into our house and caused this carnage, proving themselves to be savages. What more do you want?”
[The main focus of his rage steps to him.]“We want you to end it, Heir. We want you to put Redmond Quinn and Luther Creed in the ground, or you’ll be going in their stead.”
[Wolfgang scoffs.]“And you and which army will make that happen?”
[He looks to his left and then to his right, revealing that this one man has everyone’s backing.]“This one.”
[Cut.]“THE LOSS OF A FRIEND”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“How is Dominic Doctor? Is he alright?”
[The man pauses, and places a hand on the shoulder of the Protector}“I’m sorry. We did what we could, but he’s gone.”
[Knightwatch stands in shock for a moment, processing that the one that he had trusted so much had died. Anger courses through his body, showing as a tremble. He grips tighter on the doctor, but releases.]“Thank you Doctor. He is with God now, and at rest. It is up to me to stop the monster that had truly slain him.”
[Knightwatch turns, leaving the doctor behind with a confused look. No one notices the tears welling up in the corners of his mask, and he soon exits. Once the hero leaves however, the doctor seems to stiffen up. He marches up to the nearest wall phone, and roughly punches the numbers in. He lifts the phone as if not controlling his actions. As someone answers, he speaks in a strained voice.]“Put me through to the King.”
[As he waits, his eyes flash a sickly green energy. He hears the line click, and speaks in a monotone voice, while behind him in the partially opened door lies the bloodied form of Dominic, an extra scalpel sticking out of his chest. ]“The Knightwatch falls right into our trap my lord. Soon he shall no longer be a thorn in your side.”
GAMEBOY VS. KING ARTHUR
SINGLES MATCH
“RISE UP”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Thanks for coming,” [Quinn says, offering him a handshake.] “I can’t thank you enough for saving my life.”
[Creed nods, accepting.]“How did you do it?”
[Both men begin walking towards the door.]“My guys followed Wolfgang back after VHS a month or so ago. They had high levels of security for a long time. I had to carefully plot our next steps, or they’d murder you where you slept in squalor. We used the ventilation system to get around but there was no way we could safely extract you. I decided that if I couldn’t pull you out, I needed to pull you up. I needed to see if you had enough fight in you that if I gave you the chance to fight back, and risked it all to do so, you’d take the opportunity and break your shackles.”
[Quinn smiles.] “Well, thank you. Believe me when I say, I’m not going back. I let my logical mind rule my heart. I knew if I tried to escape, he’d kill me. I knew that if I refused to do what he asked, he’d send me to prison and that would be worse. I couldn’t put my freedom and my life in jeopardy without a plan wise enough to ensure I wouldn’t sacrifice either.”“I understand why you didn’t rise, Quinn. I’m glad you’re out of there but you know as well as I do that this issue with Wolfgang won’t be over until you end it, once and for all. You remind me of Martin Luther King, man. You’re intelligent, you’re focused, but unlike him you don’t have the right direction.”
[Redmond stops for a moment, looking confused.]“We have to take the power back,” [Creed continues.] “American History X has far too long been a vivid reality of this world we live in. We can change that.”
[That strikes a chord with the Teacher.]“And make our own history?”
[Luther nods.] “Exactly.” [Both men smile at each other.] [Cut.]“NOT FINISHED”
BACKSTAGE
“What th…”
[Light.] [Brent Kersh is sat on the dirty floor of a Tap Room hallway. He shakes his head, holding a hand gingerly to his temple.]“The disorientation will fade soon.”
[Isaac Danvers.] [The groggy Kersh clenches his fists, trying to stand to his feet, but his legs don’t seem to work. But his mouth does.]“What the hell did you do to me?” [The Enforcer growls.]
“As I told you, Brent,” [Danvers begins.] “I am not finished with you. When we parted last, you may have assumed that my study of love was completed. Or perhaps you thought you had conquered me?”
[Kersh tries to stand once again, but he barely makes it to his knees.]“Foolish assumptions, of course.” [Danvers mocks.] “I told you that I would keep track of your developments, and I have. Upon seeing your love for your dead son, I sought after the buried body of Cael Gable. Perhaps I could measure love by my own experiences, but once again he turned me away, and we were forced to part forever.”
[Isaac bows his head for a moment as Kersh is finally able to stand.]“But Brent, I’m back now to finish what I began. I had to take care of some unfortunate business with Jon Davenport, a sad man who couldn’t even love himself. But now, I am back to accumulate the final bit of research I need.”
[The Enforcer’s face scrunches as energy seems to fill him.]“If you touch my family again…”
[Danvers steps to the side, making Kersh almost fall over.]“My dear Brent, this is no longer about your family. Close your mind to worry about their well-being.”
[Danvers nods down the hallway.]“Go. You have a match later. You’ll have full control of your body soon enough. There should be no side effects.”
[Brent can barely even stand as Danvers begins to back away.]“It’s time for observation, Brent.”
[Kersh staggers as he takes a step.]“What are you observing?” [He mutters.] [But Isaac Danvers is gone.] [Cut.]
WOLFGANG VS. RAIN
SINGLES MATCH
“SOLVEIG”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Lord, please forgive me,” [he begs.] “I know we haven’t talked in a while, but I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I couldn’t save D’von Chambers or his congregation.”
[He shakes his head.]“And now, these headaches, I simply don’t understand them. They’re killing me. I can feel it.”
[There’s a slight pause.]“My remaining slither of grace is the only thing protecting me from becoming human and it’s slowly draining away; I feel everything this wild world has to offer.”
[Suddenly, he bellows in agony, falling from the pews to his knees, clutching as his head.] [Another headache cuts through him powerfully, bringing him to the precipice of what feels like death.] [He coughs, spluttering and spitting blood.] [His viscera joining that of the congregation on the floor.] [When the pain stops coursing through his body, he collapses, face first down on the floor with blood around his mouth; apparently becoming more human by the day. As his grace evaporates, the fallen angel nears death.] [But his eyes open wide.] [And he mutters.]“Solveig.”
[Cut.]WILD KARRDE VS. ISAAC DANVERS
SINGLES MATCH
“NANA KNOWS BEST”
BACKSTAGE
“You know I’m right, don’t you?” [The soft female voice asks.] “It doesn’t feel right, does it, child?”
[Happy looks up, shrugging his shoulders.]“They wouldn’t lie to me, Nana. I trust these guys. They’re my friends.”
[She audibly scoffs.] “Jacob isn’t dead. Your brother isn’t dead. Nevermore has lied to you, kiddo, and I’m sure you know that. You have to open your eyes to their manipulation before its too late. You’ve always been a kind-hearted soul, perhaps too kind.” [Happy stands up, his hands on his hips.]“Look Nana, I appreciate you looking out for me n’ all, but I can’t think straight right now. I haven’t seen or heard from Jacob since the night he left here. I don’t know where he is or where he went but he shouldn’t have been out of prison; you know he’s not allowed out of that place.”
[Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. Happy gulps, scooping up his title and rushing towards it, flustered. He exits to the hallway, seeing Edgar Nevermore stood before him.“Everything okay, old chap?”
[Happy shakes his head.]“I don’t know Edgar, I just don’t know,” [Happy admits.] “But will you do something for me, friend?”
[Nevermore nods.] “Of course, what is it?”“Next week, could you, uh, take me to Jacob’s grave?”
[Edgar gulps.] [He shifts.]“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
[Happy nods.]“Then, uh, certainly….”
[Cut.]TROY SOLVEIG VS. ELI FOREVER
SINGLES MATCH
“AGONY OF DEFEAT”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“How severe were her injuries?” [A voice asks.] [Sitting at her bedside, a man stands with a grim smile.]
“She’s alive, my friend. Our brother didn’t kill her, but he came close.”
[This must be Judah, the brother of Harper and Eli.]“She’s sleeping at the moment,” [Judah continues.] “Lots of painkillers. But she’s stable.”
[The voice steps into frame.] [Edward Newton.]“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to visit earlier,” [Newton begins.] “But I was afraid Eli would follow me here, and continue his assault. He’s gone quite mad.”
[Judah frowns as he nods in agreement.]“We’ve evacuated the Hill, and we’re all trying to find a place to stay together. My mother holds hope that we can bring Eli home, and get his repentance.”
[Newton nods, looking down at Harper as the nurse leaves the room.]“It’s a shame what lows someone will stoop to in their love for victory.” [Newton offers.] “I wish I could have done more.”
[The two men stand in silence for a moment, staring down at the sleeping Harper. Newton finally turns and places a friendly hand on Judah’s shoulder.]“I know that it will be very hard for you all to visit the Hill again.” [The Riddler says as an imperceptible grin tugs at his lip.] “I know a few places that could handle a group your size.”
[Judah seems intrigued, but Newton’s not done.]“All I ask in return is for access to the Hill. I’ll do what I can to erase the taint that lingers there for you. Just as I did for Harper.”
[The other man takes a moment, his eyes darting between Newton and Harper. Finally, he reaches into his coat and pulls out a key. The Riddler takes it with a empathetic smile.]“Please take care of her, Judah. She still has quite a destiny ahead of her.”
[With the key to Eternity on the Hill safely secured, Edward Newton shakes Judah’s hand and leaves the hospital room.] [With a wide grin on his face.]“OLD WOUNDS”
BACKSTAGE
“What?! I… I cannot move.”
[The closer we look, the more we see them. Almost invisible threads, not unlike a spiders web, have tangled themselves around both arms and both legs. Though he struggles, the web holds him firmly, lifting him off the ground a little. More threads begin to work their way around his trapped body. Their source unknown… That is, until we hear it.] [Maniacal laugh.] [Lights flicker and Mysterion steps forward, up to the trapped Rain. He’s full of confidence and seems ten feet tall with his victim trapped in his dastardly plan.]“So glad you decided to stick around and join me.”
[Mysterion speaks with a smile that is not met in return. Rain seems afraid, concerned as more threads work their way around his chest.]“You caught me in your web of lies, threatening to spill so-called secrets about my life that you know nothing about… So it’s only fitting that I return the favour. Now I’ve caught you in my web. Mines a tad more… Impressive.”
[Rain tries to struggle but the web continues to wind around his body, leaving him all but paralyzed.]“I do know your past. Caleb told me what happened…”
“Don’t you even mention that name around me!”
[Mysterion is practically frothing at the mouth as he screams at Rain, his mood swinging suddenly. Rain notes the change.]“Did I touch a nerve there? Old Wounds that never heal become fresh wounds with a little prying. The truth will come out and there’s nothing you can do about that.”
[Mysterion laughs once again.]“This is just the beginning. I will destroy you, and your lies along with you. Enjoy your night, I hope you’re comfortable. I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to escape eventually, unless you starve before then.”
[With that, Mysterion pats his Championship belt and turns about on his heel. He walks away, leaving Rain in his trap. Rain calls out after him.]“Caleb says you cannot simply pretend it never happened. He called you pathetic… You know I tell the truth.”
[His voice becomes muffled as the web-like spindles work their way around his head, his mouth, leaving him a little like a mummy, suspended a few feet off the ground.] [Cut.]THE GENTLEMEN CLUB VS. QUINN & CREED
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
“IN THE BEGINNING”
FLASHBACK
“In the beginning…”
[The words break through the silence as Hate looks into the mirror to see his Awakening brethren standing behind him.] [Hate swings around, ready to fight!] [But no one is there.] [He turns back to the mirror where he sees Manson’s reflection still there. Covered in blood, and grinning from ear to ear.]“In the beginning, he awakened. In the end, there will be blood.”
[CRACK!] [The glass shatters as Hate punches it as hard as he can.] [The image of David Manson splintering into hundreds of images of his face, grinning with glee as blood is now pouring from the hand of Hate.]“I’m done with you, Brandon.”
[The haunting words from Frostbite now almost echo from the shattered images in the mirror as if the illusions were saying them in unison.]“SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT. UP.”
[Punch after punch break the glass of the mirror as it falls and just pieces of glass lay across the floor. Hate grabs one of the shards and holds it up to his face. He begins pulling and cutting at the bandages until they unravel upon the floor before him as he looks at the piece of glass in his hand.]“But I’m not done with you, David.”
ZANDER ZANE VS. BERENGAR
VHS CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
“CONTROLLED CHAOS”
BACKSTAGE
“You alright, boss?”
[The voice is instantly recognizable as Jamal, as the figure turns to face him…and we see Nate Washington, looking mostly the same as usual until we notice a slight tremor in his right hand. The physical change is matched by an increased rage in the normally calm businessman.]“I’m fine, Jamal.”
[Nate turns back to examine himself in the mirror.]“It’s funny, man…that weirdo I met in the alley said I was gonna gain power, but I don’t feel so different.”
[He glances at the wall, pondering for just a moment before slamming his fist into it…leaving a hole of appropriate size as he pulls his hand out with a smirk on his face.]“Well, that’s a start.”
[He stares at the hole in the wall just a little longer, chuckling to himself before Jamal interjects.]“And what about Solman?”
[Nate turns to face Jamal, his smirk growing into a wicked grin as he rests a hand on his associate’s shoulder, but the grin quickly turns into a cold, stern stare.]“He’s gone from being an asset to a liability, but more importantly…he’s a nuisance. We’re gonna go so hard on him, not even his new buddy Rain can help. If you, Bruce, and TJ can’t get the job done, I’ll deal with him myself. Whatever it takes, we’re gonna put him out of his misery.”
[He slaps Jamal’s shoulder lightly before walking away, leaving Jamal to favor that shoulder as he considers the plan his boss is setting forth.] [Cut.]MYSTERION VS. NIGHTSTICK VS. REDWING VS. SOLMAN
DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
“RED SNOW IV”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
December 24th 2018
SHADOW VS. DAVID MANSON VS. BRENT KERSH
REWIND CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
“WHO ARE YOU?”
BACKSTAGE
“I have to find it! Where in the hell could it be?!?”
[Karrde almost scolds himself as he makes his down the hall.]“It wasn’t them. It wasn’t Shadow. Who has my damn briefcase!?!”
[Anger sinking in as he turns the corner and immediately his momentum is stopped.] [A large group of women. Laughter. And in the middle of them…] [Zander Zane.]“And that’s how you do it ladies…”
[Zane boasts as he throws out a few pelvic thrusts. The female groupies surrounding him absolutely eat it up, laughing hysterically.] [The laughter only infuriates Karrde further.]“Out of my way.”
[The Gambler shouts as he begins to push his way through the crowd. His movement; however, is met by a drunk Zane.]“Slow down cowboy” [The Rock God slurs as he presses a glass of Vodka into the chest of Karrde.] “Have a drink!”
“I don’t know you” [Karrde seethes.] “And I don’t want to! Now MOVE!”
[With a shout, The Magician slaps the glass away, knocking it to the floor as he moves passed Zane and through the group.] [This enrages a drunk Sex in Leather Pants.]“You don’t know me? Well who are you?!? I’ll tell you!!”
[Zane points in the direction of Karrde.]“I’M ZANDER FUCKING ZANE, AND YOU’RE FUCKING NOBODY!!!”
[Even under the influence, Zane’s anger can be seen as he shouts at Karrde, but The Gambler pays no mind as he continues down the hall in search of his briefcase.] [Cut.]“SPOILS OF VICTORY”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Mr. Forever, I trust this invitation will find you surprised to find the locks changed to your mighty fortress. Since you are no longer worthy of your congregation, nor your testimony, I have taken the liberty of securing it against your invasion. Since you ascended to your current station, I have found you to be a man that needs purpose. So I give you one now.”
[Eli flips the paper, almost ripping the parchment.]“Instead of going to the Tap Room for VHS 161, I invite you up to the Riddle on the Hill. Perhaps you will collect your things and go to prepare for your next calling? Or perhaps you will wish to discuss terms for our match at Red Snow? Either way, you will find me in your old chambers, sat at your old chair. I heavily advise you to keep your distance until this planned meeting. Your poor mother would hate to see a second child in the hospital. I happily await your coming as Judah sends his regards. Eternally Champion, Edward Newton.”
[Forever crumples up the paper, being turned away from the home he created.] [Next week, he will travel there as a visitor to confront the Riddler.] [Will either walk out?]EDWARD NEWTON VS. THE KNIGHTWATCH
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
“WOUNDED”
BACKSTAGE
“Berengar, this way!”
“What is going on?”
“I heard a commotion, I fear I heard Spero.”
[Footsteps thunder down a hallway, the camera moving from a wall and panning down the hallway to reveal Berengar and Redwing rushing towards an open room, Redwing’s cape flapping with his speed. The two men burst into the room, Berengar pausing as he looks at the scene before him.] [Wreckage.] [Spero is laying in a heap amongst a broken table, his mask busted open, some blood pooling out onto the ground. This attack looked brutal, but more than that, it seemed calculated. Redwing kneels next to the crime scene, holding up a hand to Berengar, stopping him from interfering.]“Wait.”
“Wait? He needs our help!”
[Redwing has to physically stop Berengar, the two Vindicators getting face to face before Redwing shakes his head.]“I need to check the crime scene, his attacker is gone and if you move him I could lose any precious clues.”
“His well-being is more important than clues, Redwing!”
[Berengar slams his fist into the wall, some concrete chipping with the force of his blow, Redwing staring at the show of anger in awe for a few moments, backing away and allowing Berengar to lift Spero, the Vindicator still out cold as the Void Knight shoulders him. Redwing turns back to the crime scene, checking the table and the mess around it, focusing on the pool of blood before turning back and checking Spero’s face, grimacing.]“My God.”
“What?”
[Berengar’s eyes are narrowed, seemingly impatient with Redwing.]“The blood, it’s not from a gash, his forehead was sliced after he was knocked out. Whoever did this was trying to make it look more brutal than it was, maybe throw us off track.”
“How would that throw us off track?”
“Well, he was cut just so that it looked like he’s lost blood over a longer period of time. It’s not deep but it’s so well placed that if I hadn’t heard the fight I likely would have never known how long he was here.”
“You heard, correct? Then how did the assailant evade us? There’s only one exit out of this room.”
[Redwing looks around them, checking every corner of the room, his eyes focusing on a single spot on the wall, a minuscule bloodstain on the far wall. Redwing touches it for a moment, his look growing dim.]“Wall hacks.”
“Wall hacks?”
[Redwing looks towards Berengar, his face somber.]“Berengar, I fear that the culprit… may be right under our noses.”
“Gameboy.“