Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Immediately after Red Snow.
Sigil and Zero collapse through a portal into Sigil’s home base and collection. Just moments ago, Corvus attempted to poison and kill The Collector, and he’s at death’s door.
He needs help and he needs it now.
“Look for Alexander the Great’s curse,” he mumbles, losing consciousness. “Search the library records; it’s here somewhere.”
Zero looks around the room, noting a computer on a nearby desk. He quickly accesses the computer in his head, connecting to that one so that he can search the database.
It doesn’t take long before he locates what he needs and goes to find it. He rushes back to Sigil with a case in his hand, cracking it open and pulling out a vile of liquid.
Sigil presses a button on his mask and the face portion retracts at the mouth, showing lips that look human.
Zero opens the vile and pours in the liquid.
The Collector suddenly starts seizing, shaking back and forth on the floor until he comes to an abrupt halt.
Gasp.
With one deep gasp, he comes to, immediately coming to his knees. He presses the button on his mask to close it.
“Thank you,” he mutters, exhausted.
“What was that?” Zero understandably wants to know.
Sigil slowly gets back to his feet.
“It was the blood of Alexander the Great,” he admits. “What people don’t know about him is that he was able to survive poisoning. He was a creature of some variety, immune to man-made toxins.”
“Well, fuck me,” The Hacker says with surprise. “You good? I need to get back to bMf. Shit went down at Red Snow, man.”
Sigil walks over to him and opens a portal, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Thank you for saving my life,” he says softly. “I won’t forget it.”
With a stoic nod, Zero steps through the portal.
Cut.
Last night.
Sigil and Corvus are brawling on the entrance ramp and into the tunnel. The Crow slams him hard into it, smashing lights with the ferocity of his anger. Sigil hits the floor, receiving a massive boot to the chest for his troubles.
“You want to end this now?” Corvus asks, grabbing Sigil beneath the mask and by his chin. “It’d be my pleasure.”
The Collector though opens a portal, charging Corvus through it!
WHAM!
They land on the roof of The Slaughterhouse with a thud.
It’s raining – it’s pouring, in fact.
You bet the old man is snoring.
They immediately begin brawling once again, this time Sigil backs Corvus to the edge of a roof top, almost dangling him over. He’s applying pressure to his throat and chest, trying his best to push him to his death.
“Have you always fought so fucking blindly for your master?” Sigil roars angrily.
“You have no idea,” Corvus says, lunging forward with a Headbutt that stumbles The Collector. “You think I don’t know you, Sigil?”
That stops him in the tracks.
“You think I don’t know the power you wield?” He asks, wiping the rain from his eyes. “I know everything. I know those portals aren’t spells, magic or power.”
Sigil points a finger at him, attempting to open a portal – only this time, Corvus throws a star that embeds in his wrist.
There’re sparks.
There’s fucking sparks.
What the fuck?
“Technology,” Corvus growls. “Just like the fucking hacker. You’re a collector, aren’t you? All this time people have believed your power to portal came from some kind of ability, but I know differently. It’s just another piece of your collection at your disposal.”
The Collector quickly reaches into his bag, grabbing something.
In that moment, he vanishes.
Corvus chuckles to himself.
“Everyone else runs scared of you, Collector,” he muses. “But not me. It’s me you’ll run scared of.”
Cut.
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF vs. SIGIL vs. SEESAW vs. SIR BELLATOR
It’s the midway point of Wrestle Heroes II.
We’ve seen three former OSW World Champions eliminated from the competition.
On night three, Israel Grimwolf, Sigil, SeeSaw and Sir Bellator remain with only one Champion having been eliminated.
Could that change, tonight?
Sigil is back with us tonight, standing in the ring opposite those who survived – none of them impressed by his vanishing act. None of them pleased.
Let’s find out who joins the fray, shall we?
A heavy grey mist fills the Slaughterhouse as a rising crescendo fills the air. A lone figure stands in the entranceway, their head slowly rising as the gutteral melody of a guitar begins to pierce through the crescendo.
And as the bass drops, Chronoa’s arms spread wide, dissipating the mist with a sinister grin etched upon her face.
Before sprinting down the entrance ramp at blinding speed.
Within seconds, she reaches just before the ring , leaping high into the air above the ropes before rolling through into the corner.
Sliding back into the ropes, she stares right through her opponents before urging them with the slightest of hand movements to come get some.
The arena plunges into darkness, only a single strobe light remaining to light up the entrance way in between vigorous pulses. The build to “Unsainted” by Slipknot begins to play as a thick smoke crawls across the stage. As the guitars begin, Deathnote slides out from behind the curtain and stands atop the entrance ramp, with his head lowered and his hair hung over his face.
The lyrics begin, as Deathnote snaps his head backwards, peering up from side to side at the crowd through the flickering light before beginning his slow descent down the ramp way. He slithers under the bottom rope and crawls across the ring mat to his corner where he pushes himself into a Raven-esque sitting position against the turnbuckle, glaring across the ring.
The bell sounds and it’s a mass brawl as Grimwolf, Bellator and SeeSaw rush Sigil and crowd him immediately. They fancy a taste of revenge for last night and there’s an ass kicking coming his way.
That leaves Cael Gable, Deathnote and Chronoa.
Gable lunges at Deathnote with a kick, only he grabs it, swinging him wildly at an onrushing Chronoa, knocking her to the canvas.
The Olympian spins back around, being scooped up.
GATHER THY SOUL!
GTS!
NOOOOOOOOO!
GABLE DROPS DOWN…
And there’s Israel Grimwolf.
The two former best friends immediately standoff, looking at one another. Cael Gable killed the immortal Israel Grimwolf at Red Snow. He didn’t know he was immortal.
CHRONOA AND DEATHNOTE FROM BEHIND!
They force the two into a clash of heads, interrupting their brawl. Deathnote pulls Gable away and…
TOSSES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!
CAEL GABLE HANGS ON!
Chronoa ducks under a Clothesline by The Captain.
DEAD…
MANS…
CHEST!
HEARTPUNCH BY CHRONOA TO GRIMWOLF! SHE STOLE HIS FUCKING MORE!
DEJAVU!
Deathnote rushes towards Cael, only the Olympian ducks him, driving through the middle rope with a Shoulder Barge that backs him off. That allows him to re-enter the ring, having been moments from elimination.
Across the ring and Sigil has finally battled out of his predicament and has levelled SeeSaw.
The Collector runs Bellator back into the ropes and OVER THE TOP!
NO!
BELLATOR LANDS ON THE APRON!
He reaches through and grabs Sigil, pulling him over the top too!
BOTH MEN NOW FIGHT ON THE RING APRON!
RIGHTS!
LEFTS!
RIGHTS!
LEFTS!
THEY’RE BOTH T… T… T… T… TEETERING ON THE RING APRON!
Bellator ducks a wild Clothesline, spinning Sigil…
BACKSTABBER!
BACKSTABBER ON THE FUCKING RING APRON!
SIGIL FLIES OFF AND HITS THE FLOOR!
OH MY GOD!
A FOURTH FORMER OSW WORLD CHAMPION HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Can you fucking believe it? Sigil of all people has been eliminated by Sir Bellator. The Rewind Champion rolls under the bottom rope to safety, getting back to his feet..
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOREEEEEEE!!
SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE TO THE CONCRETE FUCKING FLOOR!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
SEESAW JUST DROVE HIMSELF AND BELLATOR OUT OF THE RING BUT FORTUNATELY, NEITHER HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!
With both men down on the outside, we’re back to the OSW World Champion in the middle of the ring.
He has Chronoa and he’s trying to lift her over the top rope, but she’s hanging on, holding on to that rope with everything she has.
Cael Gable interrupts, slamming into Deathnote with a forearm.
That stops Israel, who lunges at him, tackling him to the canvas. The fans go wild as he wails on him, delivering right and left hands like a frenzied maniac to the man that murdered him at Red Snow.
He finally gets off, Gable having been busted wide open and demands that he gets back to his feet.
The Olympian does, running at him…
OVERHEAD DROP!
STRAIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE!
CAEL GABLE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
HE HOLDS THE FUCK ON!
GRIMWOLF IS PISSED!
He runs at him, but Gable leaps into the air with a kick over the top rope that stumbles him backwards.
HE PULLS HIMSELF UP AND OVER…
SPEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR!!
GOLD RUSH! GOLD RUSH! GOLD RUSH TO GRIMWOLF!
SeeSaw and Sir Bellator are finally making their way back into the ring. This has already been another intense night of action and we’re now guaranteed two new Champions at the end of it.
Cael Gable is back up just as SeeSaw enters… RUNNING BULLDOG BY MR. MAKE BELIEVE! He gets back to his feet…
GATHER THY SOUL!
GTS TO SEESAW BY DEATHNOTE!
HE DRILLS HIM!
SeeSaw drops down and stumbles immediately into Chronoa.
HAS ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN!
SPINNING ELBOW TO THE BASE OF THE FUCKING SPINE!
DOWN GOES SEESAW! DOWN GOES SEESAW!
They both turn around to see Sir Bellator though and he’s coming from the top rope, leaping high into the air…
DOUBLE CROSSBODY!
BELLATOR TAKES OUT CHRONOA AND DEATHNOTE!
He stumbles back to his feet, but there’s Cael Gable.
The Olympian lifts him straight up into the Suplex position…
PUGH PLEX!
PUGH PLEX!
WAIT… WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING!?
HE STEPS BACKWARDS AND RELEASES…
OH MY GOD!
SIR BELLATOR…. HE’S…
HE’S JUST BEEN DUMPED OVER THE TOP ROPE BY CAEL GABLE!
THE REWIND CHAMPION IS OUTTA HERE!
Fucking hell! That’s three OSW Champions lost at Wrestle Heroes II. Only Israel Grimwolf remains of the original four!
This is unbelievable.
Gable turns around…
DEAD…
MANS…
CHEST!
HEART PUNCH BY ISRAEL GRIMWOLF AND THAT SHIT HAD SOME FUCKING STANK ON IT! HOLY FUCK DID THAT HAVE SOME STANK ON IT!
The Captain looks to go after Gable, his hatred brewing before our eyes in what must be a distraction…
SeeSaw though grabs him!
CATASTROPHIC COLLIDER CACOPHONY!
RUNNING FLYING BULLDOG TO THE OSW WORLD CHAMPION!
Mr. Make Believe is ready to eliminate him! We’re going to have a clean sweep of Champions.
He pulls Israel back to his feet and tries to dump him over the top rope!
ONLY THE CAPTAIN HANGS ON!
HE DESPERATELY HANGS ON!
HIS CHAMPIONSHIP REIGN IS IN THE BALANCE!
SeeSaw pushes against him, trying his darndest to get him over the top rope. He’s screaming at him; yelling at him, demanding that he leave.
CHRONOA FROM BEHIND!
DROPKICK TO SEESAW!
DROPKICK TO SEESAW!
GRIMWOLF PULLS DOWN THE ROPE AND FALLS TO THE RING APRON!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
SEESAW HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
The bell sounds and Grimwolf rolls back under the bottom rope, a clear picture of relief plastered across his grizzled face.
We’ve lost two more Champions here tonight.
The Rewind and VHS Champions are out of here.
Only one Champion remains. Israel Grimwolf, by the skin of his teeth, lives to fight another day.
Tomorrow night is the penultimate night of Wrestle Heroes II. We’ve only six more competitors to come.
Israel Grimwolf, Deathnote, Chronoa and Cael Gable remain.
Will these be our Champions come night five?
Only time will tell.
Recorded Earlier.
In what looks to be an abandoned castle, lights illuminate a pathway to a large open room with a massive round table sat in the middle. Sat around this table, Sir Renault, and Sir Bellator look on at its head.
Stood there is a man in a red cloak with a hood. It covers his face so that all we can see is a long straggly grey beard peeking out.
“Thank you for coming,” he says with a deep powerful voice.
“We didn’t have much of a choice,” Sir Renault says, looking to the guards that surround them, implying they were forced.
“Don’t mistake me for the enemy. I’m not your enemy, I’m your friend. Someone came to me with an offer that we couldn’t refuse,” the man admits. “An offer that you cannot refuse.”
Bellator and Renault look at one another.
“For our common goal, for the very thing that unites us, we must come together,” he continues.
Bellator chimes in.
“You wish to join us?” He asks.
“No,” the man says shaking his head. “I wish to lead you. In Yahweh’s name, I have a mission you must undertake, and I will guide you to its completion and rewards.”
Vayikra look at one another again.
“You need to make us understand,” Renault replies. “We follow only God in faith.”
“As it should be,” the man replies. “For now, you can call me Sir Vant; as I am in service to Yahweh, just like you.”
Bellator nods in agreement.
“Tell us more..”
Cut.