DAYS GONE BY
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
In the middle of an empty Slaughterhouse, Lance Norman stands, knowing that in a mere few hours, this entire building will be booming with fans.
The ropes are yellow and the entire building has been kitted out for Warzone, bringing a sense of nostalgia.
He takes it in with a deep breath.
“You’ve made great strides,” a voice interrupts his nostalgia from the darkness at ringside.
“I’m surprised you came,” Lance says without ever turning to face him.
“I set you aboard this path to stop Old School Wrestling and I came to ensure you knew the stakes of your plan tonight.”
Lance turns with a sneer.
“I don’t need you to threaten me,” he warns. “I know very well what’s at stake.”
“Do you?” The voice queries. “Because I know how relentless this place can be. I know all too well, in fact. If you’re going to take a shot at Old School Wrestling, you had better not miss.”
“And if we do miss?” Lance asks brazenly.
“Then I may have to re-evaluate my plans,” the man of secrecy admits.
There’s an awkward silence.
“I know you have temptations to go into business for yourself,” the man in the darkness continues. “I know you’ve set your eyes on the prize as a contender for its wealth.”
Norman doesn’t say anything, he just folds his arms.
“But just like I won’t let that go to someone here, I won’t let it be you either.”
IWF VS. OSW
OSW and IWF, two legendary groups of competitors face off in what could be one of the most important matches of the night!
With six competitors on either side the ring is absolutely brimming with animosity! No one moves in, waiting for the other side to make the first move!
SHOTGUN BLAST FROM HALFWAY ACROSS THE GOD DAMN RING! THE REAPER JUST CONNECTED WITH A SUPERMAN PUNCH THAT SENDS HAYDEN HARDKORE OVER THE ROPES!
OSW opened up with a massive strike that sends Hardkore to the outside! However Reaper has thrown himself into a precarious position and catches a righthand from Rick Plant! He stumbles back INTO THE EYE OF THE SAVIOR! SPINNING BACK ELBOW FROM TYLER BROOKS!
And with that all hell has broken loose as both factions lay into one another in the center of the ring, trading blows left and right! Goodchild breaks off with Sweet Alice! The Child of God yanks Alice by her hair and slams her face first into the turnbuckles! She catches an elbow to the ribs for her trouble! Just as Alice pushes her away she goes for a suplex-
POWER SURGE! SPEAR BY RICK PLANT TAKES ALICE DOWN!
The Dreamer rolls from the ring and OSW is on the ropes as this becomes a five on four! Rain alone is able to apply pressure against the OSW roster as he lays into them with lariats and big boots!
DOWN GOES SIGIL!
DOWN GOES VOYNICH!
DOWN GOES- A REDWING HITS THE SIDE OF RAIN’S HEAD!
The distraction catches him off guard! Monty Straight rushes from behind and sends Rain outside with a massive clothesline! The Show Host stops to pander to the crowd AND CATCHES A CHIN CHECK FROM SARTYR FOR HIS TROUBLES! STRAIGHT IS SENT CAREENING OUTSIDE!
Jimmy is in control for a moment before Redwing slams into him into the turnbuckle with a massive shoulder check! Before he can assault him more Redwing gets grabbed from behind by Goodchild! TYLER BROOKS GOES FOR YOUR FORETOLD DESTINY! 360 ROUNDHOUSE- NO!
REDWING DUCKS! THE ROUNDHOUSE SLAMS GOODCHILD IN THE JAW AND SENDS HER SPRAWLING TO THE OUTSIDE!
Redwing turns around AND DUCKS A BIG BOOT FROM RICK PLANT THAT LAYS OUT BROOKS! KICK TO THE GUT BY REDWING! CURBSTOMP! DARKNESS FALLS!
The Red Knight has out maneuvered half of IWF! He stands tall in the ring-
SMACK! AN IRON CHAIN LAYS REDWING OUT! HAYDEN HARDKORE IS BACK IN THE RING!
The Flying Kiwi is swinging his chain menacingly as Jimmy Sartyr joins his side… And Rain reenters the ring! The IWF alumni stand across from the now standing Sigil and Voynich! They are in dire straights!
SIGIL AND VOYNICH HAVE VANISHED! WHERE DID THEY GO?
DOUBLE LEAPING ROUNDHOUSES TO HAYDEN HARDKORE AND JIMMY SARTYR! DOUBLE FINITE!
Sartyr and Hardkore are down! But Rain is a terrifying force unwilling to lay down! Sigil and Voynich lay into him with terrifying strikes!
RAIN PUSHES SIGIL BACK! BUT SIGIL DISAPPEARS AGAIN!
PLANESWALKER! PLANESWALKER TO THE BACK OF RAIN SENDS HIM RIGHT INTO ISHTAR’S GATE! A MASSIVE LARIAT FROM VOYNICH!
They send Rain down but the beast is still stirring! The two men go to try and pin him- SIGIL’S FOOT GETS GRABBED BY GOODCHILD! SHE DRAGS HIM OUTSIDE AND SARTYR ROLLS UP VOYNICH!
IWF has done it! They pull out a massive win in OUR opening match!
A NEW FRIEND
A playground. Idyllic, picturesque, just like any playground at any school in the world. Scarlett Storm is busy playing with a new friend, waiting for her dad to pick her up. She giggles as her new friend playfully chases her across the top of the playground, Scarlett squealing as she escapes down the slide.
Storm approaches from across the schoolyard as Scarlett’s new friend meets back up with her at the bottom of the slide. As Luke draws nearer, his face drops. For in the instant that he sees Scarlett’s new friend, he recognizes her.
Though her form drastically different, with jet black hair that hangs in front of her face, a long black dress that hangs to the ground to give the effect of her floating as she moves about the playground – Synn’s face is distinct. Her eyes still black and soulless. Luke looks on in horror at the sight of Scarlett’s new friend and scoops her up off the ground, rushing her away as quickly as he can.
He doesn’t so much as look back at the playground. Yet, Synn looks on, her dark hair framing a particularly creepy grin plastered on her face.
HAYDEN HARDKORE VS. THE JUDGE
Who will reign supreme as The Flying Kiwi takes on The Judge in an epic Hardkore Match at The Slaughterhouse?
The bell sounds and Hayden rushes The Judge with his BALL AND CHAIN!!!
The Judge pulls out an AXE out of nowhere!!! They fight for leverage and the ball and chain and axe fly out of the ring. HHK knocks The Judge out of the ring with a flying forearm.
TOPE SUICIDA! RIGHT INTO A STEEL CHAIR!
The Judge whips HHK right into a ladder agains the guardrail! At the top of the ramp HHK fights back —
POWER OF THE SOUTHPAW!!! HHK looks to toss The Judge off the rampway —
NO! YOUR PAST MAY BITE YOU!!! HHK bleeding profusely..
CUTTER OFF THE STAGE THROUGH A STACK OF TABLES!!!
The Judge and HHK slowly back up on their feet… SPARTA KICK THROUGH THE WALL!!!
Debris flying everywhere! HHK comes out flying, covered in blood, with a BARBED WIRE BAT to the midsection! To the back! HHK raises the bat in the air, wiping his blood off his forehead and onto his chest.
HHK sets up a table but The Judge drops him with a DDT on the concrete! He sets up a stack of four tables and..
He grabs him by the throat and tosses him into the wall. RESTORATION THROUGH THE TABLES!!!
NO!!! HHK fights him off–STEEL CHAIR TO THE HEAD!
HHK places him on the table and places the light tubes on top of him. He’s on top of the ramp now–FLYING KIWI?!?!
NO! The Judge with a chair to the back!
RESTORATION THROUGH THE TABLES AND LIGHT TUBES!!!
The Judge picks up the big win over Hayden Hardkore but at what cost???
THE BOTTOM LINE
The Butcher rounds the corner, stopping in front of a door that has two large guards stationed at its sides.
“Is everyone in there,” the boss asks, watching as the guards nod in the affirmative.
The Butches slams through the door and walks before the ENTIRE OSW ROSTER!
“I can’t express how important this night is to everyone standing in this room. If we allow those motherfuckers to come into our house and win, they’ll get a match at Red Snow that will determine whether we stay happily employed. Failure is not an option tonight.”
The Butcher notices Brent Kersh whispering something in the direction of Luke Storm and gives a curious look in Sigil’s direction.
“Kersh, is there something you’d like to share with the group,” Butcher asks, clearly annoyed.
“I was looking to find a nice way to say this, but you know that’s clearly not my forte. I think you and Sigil are keeping something from us. There’s always something else in play at this damn place. I think it’s time you quit the ra-ra speech and tell us what the hell is really happening around here,” Kersh states, causing the others in the room to rally around the elder statesman of OSW.
Suddenly, everyone in the locker room is frozen as if placed on pause. Sigil emerges from the back of the room, approaching the Butcher.
“You need to shut this down, Colin, it doesn’t need to get out…”
The Butcher cuts him off before he can finish his thought.
“Sigil, things have changed. The bottom line is you’re no longer the only one looking for the crystals.”
MARK GOULDERN VS. COWBOY JIM JENKINS
The IWF vs OSW matches continue, this time it’s “Cowboy” Jim Jenkins taking on Mark Gouldern, Herald of the Future!
The bell rings, and Gouldern and Jenkins lock up! It takes no time for Gouldern to transition the much smaller Jenkins into a side headlock, but Jenkins immediately grabs Gouldern by the balls! He squeezes! Gouldern has to let go. But Gouldern somehow manages to UPPERCUT Jimmy instead!
The Telaris once again bails Gouldern out of a jam! He knocks Jenkins straight up into the air with that uppercut!
HE CATCHES JENKINS IN THE AIR AND THROWS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!
Jenkins’ fat, little body COLLIDES into the guard rail! Gouldern rubs his groin.
Jenkins slowly claws his way to underneath the ring. He slides a box out from underneath it. “You think you’re so good, rich boy???” Jenkins screams, throws the box into the ring!
When it lands, a bunch of HORNETS fly out!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST JENKINS HAD HORNETS STASHED AT RINGSIDE!!! JENKINS SLIDES IN THE RING!!!
But unfortunately for Jimmy, the hornets do not discriminate! They’re just pissed! And they’re stinging him all over!!! Gouldern is mostly protected by the suit!!!
The hornets disperse, and Jenkins tries to climb to his feet! Gouldern whips him into the turnbuckles–
BUT JENKINS REVERSES! “Chugga chugga chugga chugga, CHOO CHOO!”
BIG SPLASH! KICK TO THE NUTS! STUNNER! THAT’S ALL ABORD TO GO FUCK YOURSELF TOWN!!!
JENKINS MAKES THE COVER!!!
Jimmy Jenks picks up a big win for IWF here at WarZone!
THE GOOD IN ME
The door to the locker room blows open as Jessie Williams steps into it. He’s got a lot on his mind, but it all goes blank when he sees who is sitting next to his bag.
The Innovator holds his hands up in a peaceful gesture.
“I’m not here for a fight.” Sartyr starts, but Jessie cuts him off.
“You for recruitment then?” The Prince accuses. “Listen, I don’t love OSW. I hate it sometimes, actually, because I blame it for my father vanishing. I’m not like Brent, I’m not loyal to an abusive relationship. But I’m not turning my back on them. I’d rather stick with the devil I know than the devil I don’t.”
Sartyr nods in understand.
“I get it, trust me.” He says after a moment. “I don’t want to recruit you. The IWF are willing to do terrible things to destroy OSW. Death, destruction, and maybe worse are all in OSW’s future if the IWF get what they want. All I want to do is good.”
The Prince looks deep into Sartyr’s eyes, seemingly understanding his plight.
“You’re a good man, Jimmy.” Williams begins. “Anyone would be lucky to call you a friend. As it happens, I could always use a friend to help me find my dad. I feel like I’m getting close, and I need people I can trust when the shit hits the fan.”
A smile crosses Sartyr’s face.
“I’ll think about it.” He responds. “But keep your invite to yourself, kid. If any of my IWF ‘teammates’ knew I was even considering joining up with you, I think I’d be the one dead.”
Jessie extends his hand, and Jimmy shakes it. They nod in understand to one another, and Jimmy takes his leave.
It’s good to know that there are good men on both sides of this conflict.
But will Sartyr be able to hold back the evil he’s surrounded by?
CODY WILLIAMS VS. ALTON WHITLOCK
Cody gets on the front foot from the ding of the bell, using a flurry of strikes with his forearms to put Whitlock off balance and then flooring him with a clothesline.
HE ALMOST DECAPITATED HIM!
The Reflection of Perfection hits the ropes and connects with CARPE OMNIA! Double foot stomp to Whitlock’s face. Cody hooks a leg.
NO! WHITLOCK KICKS OUT
Cody pulls up Alton and looks in control…
The Candidate whips Cody into the corner and follows through with a flying corner lariat, then nails a belly to belly suplex. Whitlock lifts Cody and looks for…
The Reflection of Perfection rolls out of the hold unleashes PERFECT RUSH, finishing the combo with a single leg dropkick.
Cody stands over The Candidate, tapping his Titanium knee.
THE CROWD POP!
Whitlock gets up and Cody charges but his attempted knee to the midsection misses and Whitlock nails the PARTY POLITICS neckbreaker. He covers Cody.
NO! SHOULDER UP!
Alton slaps the canvas hard. He’s up stalking Cody, sensing a killer moment. Cody slowly rises to his feet and walks into
CODY REVERSES INTO A DIAMOND CUTTER!
He doesn’t cover Alton though…
HE’S CLIMBING THE TURNBUCKLE!
Cody lets fly looking for a top rope knee drop with his titanium knee aimed at Alton’s ribs…
The Candidate rolls away and Cody smashes into the canvas, writhing in agony as he clutches his knee. Alton lifts his foe and this time connects…
Whitlock dives across Cody and hooks a leg.
Alton Whitlock picks up a hard fought win over The Reflection of Perfection.
The Enforcer walks through the halls backstage, taking a deep breath as he mentally readies himself for the match ahead. Just as he’s about to head into one of the nearby locker rooms a voice calls to him, causing Kersh to turn around.
The IWF alumni arrives on the scene, hands on his hips. He’s straight faced as always, looking almost stern as he approaches Brent.
There’s a deafening silence for a moment as Rick reaches out, placing a hand on Kersh’s shoulder.
“Do you know what you’re doing? I mean with OSW as a whole?”
Kersh cocks an eyebrow, knocking Rick’s hand from his shoulder.”
“Of course. I’m doing what the world needs me to do. And while I respect you, and respect your ideals… you have to know that I’m not backing down, right?”
Plant merely shakes his head, looking almost exhausted as he speaks.
“You don’t understand, do you? I’m not here because of my goals, or because of what the IWF has in mind. I’m here to talk to you man to man, veteran to veteran. Because this little war? It’s bigger than you or me, it’s-”
“Don’t try and explain what this war is about to me, Rick. I’ve lived this war for years, endured everything it’s thrown at me. The only person who could ever explain-”
A finger jab to the chest shuts Kersh up as Plant sneers at him.
“You aren’t listening to me. I’m just trying to remind you about what’s really important here. Family, Brent. Your family, your livelihood? OSW has cost me like you and me almost everything, and any poor bastard who sets foot inside its doors is putting the world on the line.”
Kersh wants to respond but another finger jab keeps him quiet as Rick continues.
“We’ve both lost so much. And the longer OSW is allowed to exist, the more it’s gonna cost us. The IWF isn’t trying to hurt you Kersh, it’s trying to save you. You’ve already lost one son… do you have it in you to let OSW take another one?”
Brent swallows dryly, absorbing everything Rick says.
“You don’t understand-”
“I understand plenty, Brent. Now, you’re with us, or against us. I’m giving you the choice, man. You can join IWF, you can help us stop this. But you gotta make up your mind. All the glory of the ring won’t be worth it if you don’t have a family to share it with. I’m laying it out right now. Join us, Brent?”
Kersh doesn’t respond, Rick looking him in the eyes for a long time before shaking his head, turning to walk away.
“Think on it. Don’t make the same mistakes you already have. You don’t want to lose it all.”
And with that, Plant takes his leave, allowing Kersh to stew in what’s been said.
TYLER BROOKS VS. THE BLOOD RED SHARK
The Savior looks to continue adding to the bodycount of OSW but Brooks must be careful when covered in blood lest he be a perfect snack for the ultimate predator
The bell sounds as Brooks looks around him in this glass cage, the water beginning to pool around his ankles as the Blood Red Shark takes advantage of his momentary lapse in concentration by nearly taking his damn head off with a Spinning Heel Kick. Brooks staggers up into a flurry of lefts and rights before he’s thrown head first into the glass as a trickle of blood pours down his forehead.
The blood dripping down into the increasingly rising water begins to drive the Shark into a frenzy as he rushes forward,
Brooks dodges the Shining Wizard attempt before delivering a stiff DDT, sending Shark into the water. Brooks backs up as the Shark staggers to his feet right into…
THE EYE OF THE SAVIOR!
The running spinning back elbow hits flush, damn near cracking Shark’s jaw as BRS slumps down into the water, now up to both men’s waist. Brooks is hesitant to try and cover Shark underwater as he gets ready to finish off his finned foe. The Shark slowly staggering up as Brooks leaps high in the air..
YOUR FORETOLD…SHARK BITES THE LEG!
Brooks screams in pain as he’s dragged down into a modified vicious
BLOOD IN THE WATER!
Drowning and in pain, Brooks is forced to tap out!
The Blood Red Shark picks up a huge win , dragging the Savior down into his domain and proving he’s the ultimate predator here tonight.
NO GUTS, NO GLORY
The Storm family home. We had last seen Luke Storm when he had saved Scarlett from her new-found friend, but now he is alone having dropped his daughter off elsewhere. Unlocking and swinging open the front door, he is greeted by… Nothing.
Silence. Comforting in Luke’s current state.
He walks through the entranceway and turns into his lounge, practically walking into the giant frame of Legion. The demon doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. He just looks at Storm with eyes that seem to burn right through the Champion and its arms folded. Luke glares back defiantly.
“If you want to kill me, beast, go right ahead.”
Legion’s arms unfold and it cracks its knuckles. Storm isn’t fazed.
“But if you dare take the killing shot, you had better not miss.”
Legion cocks its head to the side, sizing up its target.
“We admire your guts, but we would rather see them on the floor.”
Legion moves to lunge at the Champion, but just as it does, it is… FIRE ENGULFS THE ENTIRE ROOM!
Terrified, Legion freezes for a moment, then quickly escapes, leaving Luke unharmed… if not looking more than a little perplexed. Almost as instantly as it had engulfed, the fire dissipates, revealing another figure standing in the smouldering smoke.
“Demons hate fire.”
She simply states to a Luke Storm who is busy picking his jaw up off the ground. He gathers himself and nods at Pyre.
“Thankyou… Thanks for coming when you did.”
JIMMY SARTYR VS. JESSIE WILLIAMS
The WarZone continues, a TLC match between Jimmy Sartyr and Jessie Williams! First one to go through a table loses!
The bell rings, and it’s Sartyr flying across the ring! SPINNING HEEL KICK staggers Jessie backwards and he topples over his own corner!
WILLIAMS NEARLY FALLS THROUGH A TABLE RIGHT THERE, BUT JUST HITS HIS HEAD ON IT! THAT WAS CLOSE!
Sartyr wastes no time and continues with his stylish arsenal!
Jimmy climbs to the top turnbuckle! He waits patiently for Williams to climb to his feet.
SWANTON DIVE! THE CORKSCREW PLANCHA! NO!!! SMACK!
Jessie THROWS a nearby chair into Jimmy as he descends!!! Sartyr crumples to the ground! Holy shit!!! Jessie sends several boots into Sartyr’s midsection!
But Williams get a wild look in his eye! He grabs a ladder from near by and sets it up exactly where he needs it. He picks Sartyr up by the hair and lays him on top of the set up table outside. Williams climbs all the way to the top of the ladder!!
HE SIGNALS FOR THE CALL OF THE CHOSEN!!!
BUT SARTYR KICKS THE FUCKING LADDER! IT CLOSES TOGETHER AND FALLS BACKWARDS!
Jessie Williams abandons ship and leaps off as it falls to the ground! Williams turns, sees Sartyr, and charges towards him! SARTYR HIPTOSSES WILLIAMS THROUGH THE TABLE!!! IT’S FUCKING OVER!!!
Just like that, the IWF picks up a victory over OSW here at WarZone.
Time to go to the ball.
Inside of a giant ballroom, under a veil of darkness, we see figures dancing to and fro. Some of them are familiar, some of them are not, but watching it all from an elevated stage is a man sat upon an ornate chair.
Sipping from a hollowed out human skull.
The Soul Destroyer sits in quiet contemplation as he observes the bounty from his many victories. Taking part of his foe’s souls, they now dance before him, waiting to be called forth for his usage.
Yet there is one now in the ballroom who has not yet tasted defeat at his hand.
“I expected you weeks ago.” Rain calls out, the dancing souls parting to reveal a singular figure.
“That is why I come today.” Sandman retorts. “Mastering lucid dreaming is an impressive skill for you, but it keeps the mind from truly resting.”
Rain stands to his feet, and walks to meet his foe in the middle of the dance floor. We are inside of his dream, a trap he has set for Mr. Sandman.
“I’m not afraid of you.” The Monster taunts.
“Nor I, you.” The other Monster retorts. “But just like all I’ve encountered, you’ve shaped your dreams to be pleasant to your unique tastes. I can turn your dream into a nightmare.”
Rain laughs in Sandman’s face.
“You fool.” He begins. “I am not a weak-willed child like your normal foes.”
Sandman merely tilts his head as Rain continues.
“I have no weakness, I drink from the skulls of my enemies and feast upon their souls.”
Mr. Sandman merely nods, smiling a horrific smile, baring his mouth full of teeth.
Then he vanishes.
Rain laughs once again, turning to walk back to his throne. But someone blocks his path. Rain’s eyes go wide with shock as he registers who is stood before him.
Rain sits up from his bed, the room bathed in shadow. Rain swings his legs over the bed to sit in contemplation. His face is taut with shock as his mind replays what just happened.
Mr. Sandman showed him Vulnero.
It’s been years…
COOTER HAYES & BERNIE MCCALISTER VS. THOM & BISHOP
TAG TEAM MATCH
The IWF Tag Team Champions made their impact here last week as they look to pick off former tag team champions but can what remains of War Machine fight through their hatred or will they fall to the titty masters?
The bell sounds as Bishop and Bernie McCallister start off, Bernie leaping high with a dropkick that bounces off Bishop before his head is nearly taken off by a huge Lariat from the Outlaw. Bernie staggers up to his feet into a flurry of lefts and rights before he’s lifted up high and Belly to Belly’d right into the turnbuckles. Bernie hits the steel hard as he turns around, just dodging out of the way of an Avalanche attempt before surprising Bishop with a sudden rollup. ONE…HARD KICK OUT! Bernie gets to his feet, throwing punches that Bishop absorb before he blocks an attempt at a Suplex, pushing Bernie off
BEFORE DROPPING HIM WITH A HUGE BIG BOOT!
Bernie staggers to his feet right into a kick to the gut before nearly being driven through the mat with a Powerbomb. Bishop doesn’t cover, instead backing up as he looks for the Deadeye but gets blind tagged by Major Thom. Bishop scowls at his former friend as Major Thom looks to pick up the scraps, rushing forward as Bernie gets to his feet.
SABOT…DROP TOE HOLD!
Bernie drops Thom throat first onto the bottom rope before diving forward as he finally tags in Cooter.
Hayes runs in like a house on fire, delivering a huge Boot to the face that rocks Thom before he’s pulled up onto Cooter’s shoulders for an ALABAMA SLAM!
Hayes backs up, looking to take Thom’s head off as the Major stumbles to his feet..
HEART OF THE PARK…HITS BISHOP!
Thom ducked under as he takes advantage of Cooter’s confusion, rolling him up with a school boy.
THOM HAS THE TIGHTS…
Major Thom steals this for his team here as he sacrifices his former friend to get the nod.
In his office at Ringside, The Butcher sits, feeling somewhat hopeless. Everything has fallen apart for the once confident and in control Chairman of Old School Wrestling.
Suddenly, Major Tom enters carrying a wooden box.
“I come bearing gifts,” he says, placing the box down on the table in front of Colin, who looks up curiously.
“What’s this?” The Butcher enquires.
“It’s a statement,” Thom continues with a wry smile. “The Guild asked me to deliver it.”
Thom opens the box, revealing a western style hand cannon of a pistol.
“When I was special operations, The Guild first contacted me in 1982. I was in the Falklands. They asked me to locate this artefact.”
The Butcher stands up, looking confused. He takes the weapon out of the box, looking at it in awe.
“It’s called The Peacekeeper and only six bullets were ever made. They were bound with magic by the creator. You can see the inscriptions atop that contain the magic to within the bullet.”
The Butcher gulps.
“What can it do?” He asks.
“It can kill the unkillable. It can end immortality and destroy even the most powerful of creatures or monsters; rumour had it that it was powerful enough to kill a God.”
“Fuck!” Colin grumbles. “This is everything. How do I use it?”
“You don’t,” Thom continues with a slight chuckle. “Only a person of pure being can use that weapon. I don’t think we need a test fire to figure that out, do you?”
“No, probably not,” he admits. “I’ve done things.”
“Haven’t we all,” Major agrees with a stoic nod. “But if you want to use this weapon at any point during this war, you’ll need a pure soul – a man or woman beyond reproach. Someone of decency who has never faltered, never strayed from their integrity.”
“Where the fuck do I find someone like that?”
ANNA GOODCHILD VS. BANZAN
Anna Goodchild, Banzan. Can the Child of God overcome the Mountain in her path?
As the bell rings Banzan is the first to move, closing in on Goodchild and forcing her into a test of strength! Goodchild is easily outmatched as Banzan flings her into the turnbuckle! He slams her with a clothesline and lets her stumble out-
INTO A SAITO SUPLEX! DUKKHA!
Goodchild is sent bouncing off of the canvas and she rolls towards the apron! Banzan moves on her and peels her up off of the mat for another assault!
NO! HOLY WATER TO THE EYES! GOODCHILD BLINDS BANZAN!
The Mountain covers his face and Anna leaps onto him with a tornado DDT that downs the big man! He holds his head as Anna ascends to the top rope! THE SAVING GRACE! TOP ROPE MOONSAULT TO BANZAN! SHE PINS!
THR- NO! SO CLOSE!
The Mountain throws Anna off of himself with astounding force! She lands on her stomach and holds it in pain as she rises to her feet! Banzan is close to follow, entering Tiger stance and calling for the end! HE RUSHES AT GOODCHILD! MAGGA TO THE CHILD OF GOD- CRUCIFIX TO BANZAN’S HEAD! THE LORD’S JUDGEMENT! She drops down and covers!
Anna Goodchild has scaled the Mountain and walks away with a victory for IWF!
A secret locale.
Somewhere dusky, secluded, but large.
Lance Norman stands, anxious, arms folded over his chest, tapping his foot on the dusty floor.
Suddenly, a portal appears before him.
Our resident Collector’s Edition duo.
“Crazy,” Norman says. “You have the ability to show up whenever you’d like, and you still choose to arrive late.”
Voynich looks at Sigil. Sigil shrugs. “No time like the present, Norman. This is your meeting. Make it quick.”
Norman grumbles. “I know what you two are looking for.”
Voynich raises an eyebrow, “Oh?
Norman nods. “The tablet.”
Voynich and Sigil say nothing, but their silence speaks volumes.
Norman sneers, “Tell me everything you know.”
Sigil laughs, “Yeah… no.”
Voynich chuckles. “You must be kidding. Why would we ever tell you anything?”
Norman sighs. “I must admit, I was concerned you’d disagree. But I’m told I’m quite talented at persuasion.”
BANG! Voynich is taken down with a huge clothesline!
Sigil turns, EYE OF THE SAVIOR! The full sprint, spinning back elbow!
That’s Tyler Brooks! And Cody! And Hayden HardKore! And they’re beating the collectors into the damn dust! Boots just rain and rain down on them from the IWFers!
Norman whistles. Like dogs, the trio of attackers look up at Lance. “Tie them up.”
Hayden produces a rope as Cody and Brooks set the Collectors back-to-back on their asses. They are swiftly, expertly tied up.
Cody slides a pair of iron gloves over his hands.
“What are you doing?” Sigil asks, and for the first time in a long time, a touch of serious concern in his voice.
Cody doesn’t answer. He punches Sigil right in the temple, knocks him the fuck out. “That felt good,” he says with a grin.
With those iron gloves, Cody reaches in Sigil’s bag, withdraws the crystals.
Norman smiles. “Well done, gentl–”
CACAO~! TANK KERSH RUNS NORMAN OVER!
Sanctus Bellator spins Hayden HardKore around, kicks him in the gut! CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB!
Michaela Lane DROPS Brooks with a SHADOW KICK!
J.U.G.G.A.L.O.! A lowblow with a smile to Cody from Jay Jeckel!!
They mop the floors with the IWFers!
Tank quickly unties Sigil and Voynich. He slaps Sigil awake, points to Cody.
Sigil, furious, disappears!
THEN REAPPEARS WITH A CURBSTOMP FROM ABOVE TO CODY!!!
He picks up the crystals. Thankful nods given to Legacy from Voynich and Sigil.
Tank replies, “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
RICK PLANT VS. BRENT KERSH
The very heart of IWF and OSW go head to head here tonight, will Rick Plant turn back the years or will the Enforcer cut his power for good?
The bell sounds as both veterans go at it hammer and tongs, lefts and rights going flying as the strong Plant gets the advantage with a wicked short arm clothesline. Kersh stumbles to his feet into a flurry of knees to the midsection before he’s dropped to the mat with a Side Russian Legsweep that’s rolled through into a headlock. Power cranks back with all his strength but the Enforcer manages to slip out. Plant tries for another clothesline that Kersh ducks under, driving a forearm into the back of his right knee that crumples Power to the mat.
Kersh hooks the right leg, wrapping around it for a few rotations before trying to lock in the Lone Star. Kersh only manages to hook one leg before Plant kicks him off damn near into the turnbuckles.
Brent manages to stop himself going face first into the buckles, turning around into a STINGER SPLASH!
Power crushes Kersh into the buckles and as the Enforcer stumbles out, he gets driven into the mat with a huge Spinning Spinebuster.
Kersh lands hard particularly on his neck as Plant notices the slightest of winces with a smirk.
Kersh stumbles to his feet as a stiff knee to the jaw rocks the Enforcer before a particularly vicious Rude Awakening follows up, snapping Kersh’s neck over Plant’s back before Power transitions into a Camel Clutch variation. The neck of the Enforcer has to be hurting here as Plant pulls back with all his strength but Kersh refuses to tap out, Plant leaping up to slam down onto Brent’s back but the Enforcer slips out, turning around as he drives both feet into Plant’s midsection. Power stumbles on his feet, trying to gain his breath..
The Enforcer shows Power exactly how it’s done as Kersh looks for the end, pulling Power up onto his feet, delivering a hard kick to the gut..
Rick Plant gets planted into the mat as Kersh quickly locks in the Lonestar! Power is trapped in that lethal figure four in the middle of the ring as he’s forced to reluctantly tap out!
The Enforcer endures tonight as he pulls out the victory for OSW
RAIN VS. MR. SANDMAN
The ring is filled with pure darkness as these two monstrous men enter the cage. The referee moves to a corner, looking to avoid the action as much as possible. Can the steel walls contain this match?
Both men approach one another without a hint of fear and instantly begin to trade blows! Like two statues striking one another neither one gives an inch! Rain blocks a blow by Sandman and grabs his jaw! He drags him to the cage and slams Sandman head first into it! He doesn’t even flinch as Rain grabs his head and slams him headfirst into it again!
Blood is already coating the cell and Sandman stops himself with his hands and swings an elbow into Rain’s jaw! He turns and strikes Rain in the stomach with a knee! He pulls him in close and lifts him up high! POWERBOMB INTO THE MAT! HE LIFTS HIM UP AND POWERBOMBS HIM STRAIGHT INTO THE CELL WALL BEFORE TURNING AROUND AND PLANTING HIM IN THE GROUND!
The ring rumbles beneath the massive force of Rain’s frame slamming into the mat! Sandman looms over Rain for a moment before grabbing him by his hair, hauling him to his knees and driving knee after knee into his face! Rain barely budges despite the powerful blows and Sandman lays into him with a haymaker before leaving to hit the ropes!
MASSIVE BIG BOOT TO A KNEELING RAIN!
BY GOD! BLOOD ARCS FROM HIS BUSTSED NOSE BUT THE MONSTER REFUSES TO FALL! HE’S STILL ON HIS KNEES!
A bloody footprint is left on the ground from Sandman’s boot and he turns around to see Rain rising to his feet! The monster grabs Sandman and drives his head right into the Dream Demon’s nose! He stumbles back and Rain wraps his hands around his throat! BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL EYES! RAIN THROTTLES THE LIFE OUT OF SANDMAN BEFORE FLINGING HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A MASSIVE SNAKE EYES!
Rain leaps forward with a clothesline that smashes him into the corner and crumples him inwards! The Soul Stealer forces Sandman onto the top turnbuckle and follows him up, rubbing his face into the grated cell wall! He wraps his arms around Sandman’s waist! HE’S GOING FOR AN AVALANCHE GERMAN SUPLEX! RAIN AND SANDMAN GO CAREENING TO THE GROUND!
He bridges the suplex and the terrified ref begins to count!
KICK OUT! KICK THE FUCK OUT! SANDMAN ISN’T EVEN CLOSE TO FINISHED!
Rain gets to his feet and drags Sandman to his feet, wrapping his hand around the Night Terror’s throat! Headbutt from Sandman! He catches Rain off-guard forces the monster back before landing a harsh blow to the knee that puts Rain back down onto his knees! The Sandman rains down blow upon blow to Rain’s face, each one landing onto his busted nose! Rain blocks a left! He goes for a reversal-
SANDMAN SHOVES TWO FINGERS INTO RAIN’S NOSE! HE YANKS UPWARDS! OH MY FUCKING GOD! SANDMAN LOOKS LIKE HE’S TRYING TO RIP RAIN’S NOSE RIGHT OFF OF HIS FUCKING FACE!
This finally elicits a yell of enraged pain from Rain who grabs onto Sandman’s arm to stop him from continuing his attempts at dismemberment! The blood gushes from his apparently broken nose as he fights to his feet and he uppercuts Sandman! The Dream Demon is forced to let go as a big boot throws him halfway across the ring! The Soul Stealer approaches Sandman and hauls him up into his arms for a gorilla press! No! Sandman grabs onto the cell wall and kicks Rain away!
LEAPING FOOT STOMP FROM THE CELL! SANDMAN! THAT GIANT MOTHER FUCKER LANDED FLUSH ON RAIN’S HEAD AND STOMPED IT INTO THE GROUND!
A pool of blood covers the Monster’s face, crimson red pours forth onto the mat as Rain somehow still finds it himself to roll and attempt to get to his feet! Sandman begins walking around Rain, stalking him as he goes for the kill! Rain turns around AND SANDMAN LEAPS AT HIM! HE JABS HIS THUMBS INTO BOTH EYES WITH A TERRIFYING EYE GOUGE! 40 WINKS!
SANDMAN YANKS RAIN BACK AND FORTH WITH TERRIFYING AGGRESSION AS HE SLAMS THE MONSTER’S HEAD INTO THE CELL OVER AND OVER! IS THIS THE END FOR RAIN? WILL HE GO DOWN!?
One of Rain’s hands wraps around one of Sandman’s but his other seems to be limp at his side! Rain looks to be losing consciousness- NO! SOUL PUNCH! HEART PUNCH RIGHT TO SANDMAN’S CHEST MAKES THE DREAM DEMON’S LEFT HAND FALL FROM RAIN’S EYE!
HE HOLDS ON FOR DEAR LIFE WITH THE OTHER HAND! AND RAIN SPITS THE BLOOD POOLING FROM HIS NOSE RIGHT INTO SANDMAN’S EYES! A HAND WRAPS AROUND SANDMAN’S NECK! TO DUST! TO DUST! MASSIVE CHOKESLAM SHAKES THE FUCKING RING!
Rain has collapsed to his knees, holding his bleeding face, wiping away the crimson mask as he shakily makes it to his feet! He looks down at Sandman with raw disdain, wrapping his hand around the demon’s throat and lifting him up into the air!
TO DUST! SANDMAN HITS THE GROUND BUT RAIN LIFTS HIM UP AGAIN!
THE SOUND OF BODY MEETING GROUND RINGS OUT THROUGHOUT THE ARENA FIVE GOD DAMN TIMES! SANDMAN IS BUT A STAIN ON THE RING MAT!
Rain looks down at Sandman, but he doesn’t go for a pin! He heads to the cell wall and begins to climb! He’s getting out of this structure of carnage while he still can! Sandman doesn’t even move an inch as Rain gets to the top of the cell!
DARKNESS! THE LIGHTS GO OUT IN THE RING!
THEY COME BACK ON AND SANDMAN IS ON TOP OF THE CELL ALONGSIDE RAIN! BOTH MEN TRADE DANGEROUS BLOWS! WHO WILL FALL? WHO’S GOING TO ESCAPE?
HEADBUTT BY RAIN! HE PULLS SANDMAN IN AND LIFTS HIM UP INTO THE AIR!
HE CAN’T! HE WON’T!
WHEN IT RAINS! STEINER GOD DAMN SCREWDRIVER FROM THE TOP OF THE CELL TO THE MAT BELOW! THE IMPACT SHAKES THE ARENA!
Rain collapses on top of Sandman and the referee counts the pin!
Rain has done it! The match is over! But neither monster can truly stand tall after this all out brawl!
THE TERROR SQUAD
In a dark, deserted hallway somewhere backstage, three men approach each other.
Their faces are obscured by shadow.
There’s no sound but footsteps and the distant dripping of a leaky pipe.
One by one, each figure steps into the small circle of light presented by a single flickering bulb. They look tense and alert.
“Gentlemen,” Brooks begins. His face is serious. “We all know that to win a war, you’ve got to be willing to do whatever it takes.”
The two men surrounding him nod.
“We proved that earlier when we attacked Sigil and Voynich. And now, I’m proposing we keep proving it. Until victory is ours.”
Hayden Hardkore immediately nods his head.
“Whatever it takes,” he says, holding his fist in front of his chest. “I’m your man.”
Cody Williams ponders for a split second, then says with a shrug, “Someone needs to elevate this operation. Why not us?”
“It’s become obvious that others don’t crave victory like we do,” Brooks continues. “Sartyr. Plant. They simply won’t be up to the task. They’re not willing to go the extra mile.”
“Cowards,” scoffs Williams, shaking his head.
“There’s no point in playing if you’re not playing to win!” Hardkore says.
“I propose, then, that we do what others won’t. Break OSW down. Make them fear the IWF. Make them cower when they hear us coming…”
His words echo lightly in the empty hallway.
The three men glance at each other, then nod simultaneously.
“Welcome to The Terror Squad, boys,” Brooks says, smirking.
LEGION VS. LUKE STORM
An Iron Man match. Will The Beast weather The Storm? Or will he fall to the raging downpour?
The match is on and Storm knows he has to be on the offensive if he wants to survive! The Real Deal rushes across the ring and leaps at Legion with a massive dropkick that barely staggers the beast! He goes for another but Legion slaps him to the ground! He tries to get to his feet but catches a boot to the face for his troubles!
Legion grabs Storm by the back of his head and flings him from the ground to the corner!
BIG BOOT TO A CORNER LUKE STORM! THE CHAMP IS ROCKED! STORM STUMBLES OUT INTO THE GRASP OF LEGION WHO LIFTS HIM UP INTO A JACKHAMMER! DARKNESS FALLS!
ONE POINT TO LEGION!
The Beast is already on the board! His offense is unyielding as he peels Storm off of the mat AND GOES FOR ANOTHER JACKHAMMER! NO! STORM SLIPS OUT AND LANDS BEHIND HIM!
The Storm lands a flurry of blows to the back of Legion as the beast tries to turn around! A massive roundhouse connects with Legion and rocks him! Storm lays in with a few more rights but Legion catches a hand! He crushes downwards and gets a shout of agony from Storm as he falls to his knees!
ELBOW TO THE KNEE BY STORM! HE MAKES LEGION DROP TO ONE KNEE! THE CHAMP LEAPS TO HIS FEET! LIGHTING STRIKE! SUPER KICK TO A KNEELING LEGION!
The monster hits the ground but Storm isn’t done! He leaps over Legion to the turnbuckle and scales to the top! THUNDER! MASSIVE FUCKING MOONSAULT FROM THE TOP ROPE ONTO LEGION! HE HOOKS THE LEG!
LUKE STORM TIES IT UP!
The clock is ticking down and Storm looks to be in dire straights as he tries to figure out just how to put the big man away! He fights to his feet and waits for Legion to rise! HE LEAPS FORWARD! LIGHTING STRIKES TWICE- NO! LEGION CATCHES THE LEG AND LIFTS!
ONE HANDED SPINEBUSTER BY LEGION! THE SOUND ECHOES THROUGHOUT THE FUCKING ARENA!
Storm wants to get up! He refuses to give in but Legion plants boot after boot to his chest to keep him grounded!
LEGION GRIPS STORM’S THROAT! THE CHAMPION SWINGS FUTILELY AT THE MONSTER AS LEGION LIFTS HIM UP! MARK OF THE- NO! DOWNPOUR! DOWNPOUR! THE CODEBREAKER FUCKING CONNECTS! STORM COVERS!
STORM GOT A SECOND FALL JUST AS THE TIMER REACHES ZERO! STORM HAS DONE IT!
Luke Storm has once again proven why he is OSW’s world champion as he claims victory in this brutal match!
WHEN THAT DAY COMES
Luke Storm does it!
He picks up the W for Old School Wrestling!
The World Champion slumps against the ropes in absolute exhaustion but the emotion on his face is palpable.
The referee hands him his trademark sunglasses and his OSW Championship, watching as the former goes on his face and the latter sits nicely over his shoulder.
This nightmare is finally over.
Or is it?
Luke is suddenly and violently tackled by Legion with a Spear. The Beast begins laying into him with big right hands, pummelling away with authority.
The Champion does his best to cover up but Legion pulls him to his feet, throwing him into the ropes.
BIG BOOT TO THE FACE!
HE BROKE THE SUNGLASSES!
Luke rolls over in agony, realizing what’s happened.
His demeanour changes.
He gets back to his feet and charges at The Beast.
Legion scoops him up into the air, lifting him immediately into a press position.
RIGHT DOWN ACROSS HIS KNEE!
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
OH MY GOD!
LUKE STORM COULD BE BROKEN IN HALF!
Legion pushes him off, thinking that’s enough.
Only Storm, holding his back and screaming in agony, isn’t quite finished. He rolls to the ropes, pulling them to get back to his feet.
No, don’t do it.
Legion lifts him back up into the air, holding him high above the ring.
“I told you I’d kill you,” Legion howls. “But you’re a cockroach that never dies, Luke Storm. You always seem to get back up.”
He looks up at him, making eye contact.
“So, let’s change that.”
THE BEAST IS GOING TO BREAK HIS BACK!
Sparks fly within Legion’s carcass as Luke Storm falls to the canvas in a heap, barely avoiding a near certain disability.
The Beast however, is clutching at a bullet hole in the middle of his chest.
He turns around, crumbling to his knees.
NEVILLE SHELDON STANDS THERE WITH THE FUCKING PEACEKEEPER IN HIS HAND!
OH MY GOD!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
The Nerd steps forward, placing his boot on the chest of Legion and kicking him over.
He’s killed him.
He’s fucking killed him.
Neville slides to the outside and rushes through the crowd towards the tunnels that lead out of The Slaughterhouse, rounding a corner to meet someone else we’ve not seen in a long time.
She holds out her hand and he takes it.
“Is it done?” She asks.
“It’s over, my love,” Sheldon says calmly. They embrace, hugging each other tightly. “Let’s go home, shall we?”
“You always said the day would come,” she reminds him with a wry smile.
Sheldon and Spires head down the hallway, passing The Butcher who awaits patiently. Neville hands over the gun, sharing a nod of satisfaction.