Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Fireworks rattle the New York night sky, illuminating the stars with various explosions of vibrant colours and designs. A man walks through the streets, watching the celebrations, with his hood up over his head and his hands deep inside his pockets.
As he walks, he stops to watch as a pale wrinkly old man points his bony finger at a gentleman watching the show, touching him on the shoulder. Suddenly, he clutches at his chest, falling into the snow having what looks to be a heart attack.
The wrinkly old man walks across the street, completely unseen, stopping before our hooded figure.
“As always, you’re a consummate professional, Mortimer,” the hooded figure says with a smile. He takes his hood down, revealing himself to be Rain.
“Why’re you here, sire?” He asks in return. “This is no place for you.”
Rain nods at him, as if to ask him to walk with him and he does.
“I’m incognito,” he admits to Mortimer’s surprise. “I’m being hunted. I’m here to move pieces around the board and I need your help.”
“What can I do?” Mortimer happily obliges.
“Bring him home,” Rain says sternly.
That stops Mortimer in his tracks, quite literally.
“Sire, he won’t want to come home. Your son has forged his own path,” the trusted advisor says carefully.
Rain folds his arms, his eyes turning a dark black.
“I won’t be denied. Unforge his path, break it into pieces – just bring my son back home. If I’m going to survive, I need him by my side,” Death demands.
Mortimer, knowing the task at hand will be difficult – nods.
“One more thing; I need someone special. I need someone to take charge of Old School Wrestling whilst I’m in hiding and report back to me on Sigil. I need to know where he is and what he’s doing. Would you have someone in mind for that position?”
“There’s only one man capable of that job, and you’d have to do the thing you hate most,” Mortimer says with a knowing nod.
Rain thinks about it for a moment and agrees.
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF vs. SIGIL vs. VOYNICH vs. SIR BELLATOR
It’s the beginning of a new year in Old School Wrestling…
And you know what that means.
Wrestle Heroes II!
Over the next five nights, the very landscape of OSdub could be flipped upside down. Four of our finest Champions step into a winner stays on battle royal to either defend their titles or upsell their position with a better one.
Meanwhile, fifteen other competitors – three a night for five nights, look to take that gold and make a name for themselves.
Last year, The Sandman did the unthinkable and retained his gold.
Viper Roberts made a statement that led to him becoming the OSW World Champion in the months ahead.
Zero became VHS Champion and went on to create an historic legacy that involved making the VHS Championship the most successfully defended title to date.
And new stars emerged.
As Israel Grimwolf, Sigil, Voynich and Sir Bellator stand in the middle of the ring, they know the task that awaits them ahead is a mammoth one.
Legacies begin at Wrestle Heroes.
Careers are made.
Destinies are born.
Beat the Champions if you can.
Survive if they let you.
Reach Out, Touch Faith.
A huge explosion erupts at the top of the ramp from which Viper Roberts suddenly appears with his head bowed. He looks up slowly with a shit-eating grin before scanning the room through his silver locks.
The lights flicker from red, to yellow, to orange as he descends upon the the ring; almost as if he’s walking through a fiery inferno. Once in the ring, he stands dead centre with his arms stretched out, leaning back and sparking a fiery explosion in all four corners of the ring.
“All the waaaaaaaay to the stratosphere, baby!”
A majestic drum fill plays red carpet to a thumping bass line and a fortified horn section, as “If It Ain’t Funky” by Chuck Brown and the Soul Searches starts to play.
The Purple Pelican makes his way out, soaring majestically on his scooter and stops to do a quick dance that can only be described as a loony bird flocking his wings. After he grooves, he points towards the ring and takes flight on his scooter, barreling the rest of the way to the ring before jumping off and sliding under the bottom rope.
The lights in the Slaughterhouse dim as horns begin to blare throughout, leading all eyes to the entrance as the man himself steps out to “Simon Says” by Pharaohe Monch, keeping his eyes on the ring. As the music continues playing, Simon enters the ring, never losing focus as he prepares himself for the match ahead.
The bell sounds and the action immediately begins. Remember folks, this is over the top rope elimination.
Six of the wrestlers in the ring leap into action, with brawls breaking out across the corners – only one man unsurprisingly slithers to the outside, under the bottom rope.
As Viper Roberts escapes to watch from ringside, Israel Grimwolf tackles Simon to the canvas, beating away at him with right hands.
Wiz tries to drag Sigil out of the corner, only he’s turned around by Sir Bellator who kicks him low and pulls him into the Powerbomb position.
WIZ STRUGGLES AND SLIPS OUT OF THE CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB!
He storms off into the ropes and leaps into action on the return.
It looked sloppy as hell, but it got the job done.
Sigil meanwhile stumbles out of the corner…
VOYNICH WITH THE LEAPING SUPERMAN PUNCH! HE FUCKING ROCKS SIGIL!
He quickly tries to run him over the top rope, not even allowing him to hit the floor, only The Collector lands wisely on the ring apron, hugging the bottom rope for dear life.
The Best Kept Secret goes after him, only Grimwolf turns him from behind, delivering a stiff kick to his gut. He follows that up with a series of right hands before whipping him across the ring.
Voynich ducks underneath.
SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!
SIGIL LEAPS THROUGH THE MIDDLE FUCKING ROPE AND SLAMS INTO VOYNICH WITH A BRUTAL SPEAR THAT BURIES HIM INTO THE CANVAS!
Simon finally connects with Wiz – his Jet Set Radio buddy and both of them concoct a plan to go after Roberts, who has no idea they’ve set their sights on him.
Wiz slides under the bottom rope one side.
Simon goes the other.
The Taskmaster approaches Roberts from behind and turns him, nailing him with a right hand. The Head Snake begs off, only to be turned around by Simon.
THE JANKY LEG!
SCOOTER TO THE SHINS!
Roberts drops to his knees in agony and Simon side-steps around him…
Wiz immediately goes for a high five, but a disgusted Simon sneers and shakes his head. As both men grab Roberts and roll him back into the ring, they don’t see SIR BELLATOR RUNNING AT THEM IN THE RING!
SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE!
BELLATOR TAKES OUT BOTH WIZ AND SIMON!
Viper Roberts rolls back to his feet in the ring, walking into Voynich who grabs him by the head.
He’s looking for the EIGHTH WONDER!
ROBERTS PUSHES HIM OFF!
THE MIST TO THE EYES! THE DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION IS BLINDED!
Roberts grabs him by the head and RUNS HIM STRAIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE!
THE DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION IS OUTTA HERE!
Everyone seemingly stops. No-one can believe it. The crowd has gone so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
If that’s the level of competition we’ve come to expect, then these next four nights will be intense!
There’s no time for celebration though, not when Israel Grimwolf grabs Roberts from behind and NAILS him with a German Suplex!
The World Champion pulls Viper back up and DUMPS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!
ONLY THE SNAKE HOLDS ON!
Grimwolf runs across the ring, looking for some momentum to knock him off the apron, only he’s tripped by Simon and Wiz!
They slide back into the action, both pulling Grimwolf back to his feet and DUMPING HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!
HE TOO LANDS ON THE APRON!
Wiz and Simon look at one another and nod.
WIZ RUNS AT VIPER ROBERTS!
SIMON RUNS AT ISRAEL GRIMWOLF!
ROBERTS SIDE STEPS! WIZ GOES THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE! KICK TO THE CHEST!
GRIMWOLF LEAPS BACK INTO THE RING!
TORNADO DDT TO THE ONRUSHING SIMON!
Sigil meanwhile opens a portal and appears on the top turnbuckle. What the fuck is he thinking?
SIR BELLATOR CAME OUT OF FUCKING NO-WHERE, RAN, LEAPT UP ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND FUCKING PLANTED THE VHS CHAMPION!
HOW ABOUT THAT FOR PORTAL OPPOSITION!?
Viper Roberts is back in the ring now and takes off his belt.
TANNIN’ THE HIDE TO WIZ! HE’S WHOOPIN’ HIM LIKE A GOVERNMENT MULE!
Wiz stumbles around the ring in agony, and Roberts changes targets, slapping his belt at Grimwolf.
ONLY HE FUCKING CATCHES IT!
In expert fashion, The Captain catches the belt as its slapped at him, pulling Viper in close..
He angrily goes to grab Roberts, only Sir Bellator interrupts with a Dropkick that sends him back into the corner. Wiz realizes this and takes a run up…
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS LUNATIC DOING!?
HE’S SOMMERSAULTING AROUND THE FUCKING RING!
SIGIL DROPKICKS HIS FUCKING HEADOFF! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! THE COLLECTOR JUST SLAMMED TWO FEET INTO HIS DOME, MID-SOMMERSAULT!
He quickly gets back to his feet and grabs Wiz, tossing him unceremoniously over the top rope!
Simon can’t believe it. That was his lifeline. He rushes Sigil from behind with a Double Axe Handle to the back of the head.
He turns him around…
SIGIL TUMBLES OVER THE TOP ROPE!
SIGIL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
HE HANGS ON FOR DEAR LIFE!
The Taskmaster begins stomping away at him, only there’s Sir Bellator!
BELLATOR RUNS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!!
THE TASKMASTER IS OUTTA HERE
Jesus Christ, what a first night.
The bell sounds to let the competitors know that three have been eliminated. The landscape looks different already.
One of our Champions has gone.
Israel Grimwolf, Sigil, Viper Roberts and Sir Bellator remain.
Who’ll enter the fray tomorrow?
Who’ll leave it?
Wrestle Heroes II continues on Tuesday the 4th of January, where by another three competitors will enter the fray and another three will be eliminated.