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Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Cold open.
A wooden rocking chair slowly squeaks back and forth, rocking almost rhythmically with every sway.
In the air, there’s a cloud of smoke.
A thick plume of pungent smelling tobacco.
We close in on the bright red hue of a cigarette end, pulsating as the person smoking it draws repeatedly.
Finally, we push backwards to see him.
Red River Jack.
He sits among beautiful flowers, smoking his cigarette.
He smiles.
[ Red River Jack] “How could you possibly forget?”Jack takes another draw on the cigarette.
[ Red River Jack] “Life is a fleeting mystery of pain, love and sacrifice; haven’t I always told you that, man? Didn’t I always show you that? It happens to us all. There’s no exemptions or exclusions from love or pain. They’re married together in fuckin’ matrimony. ”He stops rocking in the chair, his eyes now focused on us.
[ Red River Jack] “And for once, I’m not just sellin’ you the news, man. You need to hear it. All of you need to hear it. ”This time he laughs.
[ Red River Jack] “This’ll be the last time you see me. You’ll miss me, man. I know you will. But rest assured that even though you’ll never see me again, you’ll never forget me.”Suddenly, a gloved hand with tufted straw reaches from the shadows behind him, resting on his shoulder as the silhouette of someone we recognize but cannot see appears in outline.
[ Red River Jack] “You’ll never forget the things I said or did. You’ll never forget the mark I left on Old School Wrestling and your souls.”He stands up.
[ Red River Jack] “And even though I have to go, man, if you ever want to find me…”Jack begins walking away.
[ Red River Jack] “Just look inside your heart.”Then a whisper.
[ Red River Jack] “ And.. Wake up.”Cut.
Rest in Peace, Cal.
We love you.
KAINE KNIGHTLORD & LUCY SERAPHINA vs. BANZAN & TENCHU/size]
Knightlord and Seraphina have been snooping into the death of a vampire at Banzan’s hands. The Mountain isn’t happy with that and has brought his latest protege to the party for back-up.
Kaine Knightlord and Tenchu start the bout. The Hidden Blade is keen to be the aggressor, fast hands dashing at the HellBat. The vampire’s reflexes are quick and he’s managing to block everything so far but the robotic samurai is relentless and eventually exploits a weakness in Knightlord’s defence, a Sparta kick sending the Dark Detective flying backwards into a turnbuckle.
Tenchu has his targets locked on, he charges at Knightlord looking for The Hidden Blade but The Dark Detective rolls out of the way. Tenchu lands on the middle ropes, he leaps off, contorting his body so it’s facing forwards but Knightlord is quick on the counter with a monkey flip. Knightlord tags in Seraphina. The Angelic Assassin circles around the Metal Shadow and connects with a back drop suplex. Seraphina is desperate for a win and hooks the legs…
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!!!
Tenchu rises, the Sovereign of Silence leaps onto his shoulders…
HEADSCISSORS!
NO!
POWERBOMB!!!
TENCHU DESTROYS LUCY!!!
Kodokushi stumbles across and tags in Banzan. The Mountain storms in like a landslide…One…two…three…four….
FIVE POINT PALM STRIKE!!!!
TIGER CLAW!!!
Seraphina bounces off the ropes…
DUKKHA!!!
SUFFERING EXISTS FOR SERAPHINA AS SHE’S DRILLED WITH A SAITO SUPLEX!!!!
Knightlord decides to get involved but he’s wrapped up by The Enlightened One…
DUKKHA!!!
Banzan drops down over Seraphina but the cover barely gets a one count!
Banzan peels Seraphina off the mat but she’s surprises him with an eye rake, then a swinging neckbreaker.
VAMPIRE’S BLOOD!!!
Cover for…
ONE!
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TWO!
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IS IT THREE?
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NO!!!
TENCHU WITH THE SAVE!!!
As Kodokushi heads back to his corner, Lucy leaps on to his back. The Metal Shadow tries desperately to shake her off but she’s holding on. Banzan gets to his feet and as Tenchu finally tosses Lucy over his shoulder, Banzan attempts a savate kick but ducks and nails The Mountain with a spinning heel kick. Knightlord rushes Tenchu…
BLOODY STREAM!!!!
Meanwhile Banzan is over the ropes sbd Lucy locks in Bite of the Dragon…
MALICE’S BITE!!!!
Four count from the ref and Seraphina releases the hold. She climbs to the top rope but Tenchu intervenes.
THE HIDDEN BLADE!!!!
ON THE TOP ROPE!!!
Banzan gets to his feet and climbs the top turnbuckle…
AVALANCHE DUKKHA TO SERAPHINA!!!!
Knightlord steps in but Tenchu takes care of him with ODOWARA SENT!!!
Banzan has Seraphina covered…
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREEE!!!!
The Bushido Brothers prevail over the Blood-sucking Brethren!
NAFALMGIR & MORDECAI
We see Nafalmgirl rushing through the hallways of the Slaughterhouse. He’s walking with a purpose. He’s muttering to himself.
[ Nafalmgir ] “Seek and you shall find, seek and you shall find. Well I’ve been seeking, I’m ready to do the finding. Where is that master of dreams?”He’s trying to open any door he can find. Some are locked. Some are open. None reveal Mordecai or his whereabouts.
[ Nafalmgir ] “Arghhh, we’re both forced to be here. I’m here, I’ve done my share of your request Mordecai. Reveal yourself!” [ Unknown ] “For a man who climbed forty-two towers, you don’t have much patience.”It’s Mordecai!
[ Nafalmgir ] “I’ve climbed the towers, I’ve encountered your recurring dream, I’ve done whatever I can to get back home. I had plenty of patience, it’s all gone now.” [ Mordecai ] “I’m sorry but you can at least adhere to the note. I’m not forced to wander around the hallways. I’m forced to be in that ring as are you. Want your answers? Meet me in there. If you’re lucky enough to defeat me, I’ll sing like a canary. If not, you’ll have to find another path to get the answers you seek. Better start looking for directions.”Nafalmgir gets in Mordecai’s face.
[ Nafalmgir ]“I won’t need them, you don’t know what I’m capable of.” [ Mordecai ] “Funny, I was about to say the same thing. We both know I actually mean it.” [ Nafalmgir ]“You really don’t know who I am, do you?” [ Mordecai ] “No I don’t but I know who you aren’t. I’m dealing with bigger issues at the moment. I don’t have the time to worry or prepare for you.” [ Nafalmgir ]“I’m going to show that you should have.” [ Mordecai ] “I hope you do because if not, you might as well be dreaming forever to find answers. I won’t give you a second chance.” [ Nafalmgir ]“I won’t need one.”Nafalmgir storms away from Mordecai.
Mordecai chuckles and strolls towards the ring.
Cut.
CORVUS
Recorded Earlier.
Corvus looks out over the shimmering blue lagoon towards the pirate ship and knows he has to get there. He looks to his left and sees a few handholds so he begins to climb along the craggy surface around towards the pirate vessel.
CRACK!
The handholds begin to give way so Corvus speeds up. He’s a mere metre away from the next ledge when he feels the final crack. Quickly, he takes out his garrote and manages to jump and swing it around a torch holder on the ledge, pulling himself up by the killer cord.
He rips a strip from his dark attire and ziplines towards the ship on some overgrown vine hanging from the roof of the lagoon, which gets him close enough that he can swing at the end of the line and land on the side of the ship, his fingertips trembling at the work they’re being asked to do.
But they manage, and Corvus scrambles deckwards. As he does, the vines fall down into the sea.
[ Corvus ] “That was a close one”Corvus, now collected and calm once more, heads below deck. Where would a secret such as this be kept? He decides that his best first chance is the captains quarters, so he opens the door and walks in.
Cut.
MORDECAI vs NAFALMGIR
Two massive powerhouses enter the ring. Can Nafalmgir ascend above the Dream Guardian?
Nafalmgir may be massive but Mordecai has found a way to tower over even him! Both men stalk around the ring, squaring up to one another!
MASSIVE RIGHT HAND BY NAFALMGIR! MORDECAI TAKES IT ON THE CHIN AND RETURNS WITH HIS OWN MASSIVE STRIKE!
Two giants strike away at one another repeatedly as neither one wishes to concede! Nafalmgir rears back and nails Mordecai with a ring shaking headbutt! The Guardian is fucking rocked and Nafalmgir hits the ropes!
COLD STEEL! SPEAR!
NO!
MORDECAI POPS HIM INTO THE AIR! REALITY CHECK! VERY EUROPEAN UPPERCUT BY MORDECAI!
The Ascendant lands with a massive thud on the mat! He looks like he could very well be missing teeth after that exchange! Mordecai looks like he doesn’t want to brutalize him but he knows Nafalmgir won’t stay down! He lets the big man get back to his feet!
NEUROSIS! NO HANDED SPINNING BACKBREAKER RACK! THE CROWD BEGINS TO COUNT THE ROTATIONS!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
THE GATEKEEPER THROW NAFALMGIR OFF AND THE WARRIOR SLAMS INTO THE GROUND! MORDECAI HITS THE ROPES AND COMES BACK WITH A MASSIVE SPLASH BEFORE PINNING!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE- NO!
NAFALMGIR BARELY GETS HIS SHOULDER UP! BUT HE’S STILL ALIVE!
Mordecai rolls off and pulls Nafalmgir to his feet! He lays into him with a harsh uppercut that nearly takes him off of his feet before whipping him to the ropes!
COLD STEEL! SPEAR BY THE ASCENDANT BRINGS MORDECAI DOWN! HE HITS THE ROPES AGAIN AS MORDECAI GETS BACK UP! ANOTHER COLD STEEL! MORDECAI REFUSES TO STAY DOWN AS HE RISES!
RIGHT INTO A RETRIBUTION! CHOKESLAM BY NAFALMGIR! BY GOD! THAT SLAM ALMOST PUT A HOLE IN THE FUCKING MAT!
Nafalmgir pins!
ONE- NO! MORDECAI KICKS OUT! HE DOESN’T EVEN GIVE THAT A ONE COUNT! HE’S UNSTOPPABLE HERE TONIGHT!
Nafalmgir can’t believe what he’s just seen! Mordecai slowly gets to his feet and clobbers him with a massive clothesline that lays him out! He peels him back up and hauls him up for a vertical suplex that drops him dead center in the ring! The Dream Guardian is looking absolutely stellar tonight as he once again peels Nafalmgir up and whips him into the ropes, catching him on the return with a big boot!
He goes for another pin!
ONE!
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TWO!
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NO! NAFALMGIR KICKS OUT! HE’S FIGHTING TOOTH AND NAIL TO STAY IN THIS!
Mordecai is telling him to stay down but he refuses! He grabs him by the throat and biel tosses him into the nearest turnbuckle!
HE THEN FLIES FORWARD WITH A STINGER SPLASH THAT CRUSHES HIM INTO THE CORNER!
Mordecai is calling for the end! He wants to keep Nafalmgir down as he hauls him onto his back and begins to ascend the turnbuckle! He’s reached the top!
HYPNOGOGIA! CRADLE BELLY TO BACK PILEDRIVER FROM THE TOP ROPE! IT’S ACADEMIC AT THIS POINT AS MORDECAI PLACES A HAND ON NAFALMGIR’S CHEST!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
MORDECAI HAS ENDED THIS IN DECISIVE FASHION!
The referee calls for the bell as Mordecai claims his victory over The Ascendant!
NAFALMGIR, CHRONOA & THE IMPALER
The match is over, and as Mordecai takes his leave from the ring we’re left with a disheartened Nafalmgir getting back on his feet…when suddenly, a voice calls to him from the distance.
A familiar voice.
Followed by the appearance of a familiar face.
Chronoa.
[ Chronoa ] “I warned you, Nafalmgir. You cannot escape fate.”The lights around ringside start flickering erratically, bringing a smirk to the face of the Harbinger of Fate.
[ Chronoa ] “You should’ve listened.”Suddenly, the lights cut out with a crackle.
[ Chronoa ] “What should have been will always be.”With a whirring noise, the backup generators kick in…and the emergency lights reveal a hulking figure standing behind Nafalmgir.
A man who’s grown in considerable size, as if fueled by the blackout that’s been caused.
His eyes black and soulless.
The Impaler.
Nafalmgir knows the danger lurking near, and leaps toward to his battle axe…to no avail.
The Impaler grabs the Ascendant by the arm, spinning him around…and delivering the Black Mist!
Nafalmgir yells in pain, taking a wild swing that misses by a mile, giving Legion the opening to deliver a kick to the gut and hoisting the Lord of Gar Ronen over his shoulder!
NIGHT CITY BLACKOUT!
The Impaler drops Nafalmgir hard with that powerbomb, but he’s not finished yet.
Not when he can feel the power rushing through him.
A power that drives him to pummel the Ascendant down with elbow after elbow, as if in a fit of rage.
And it’s with this rage The Impaler lifts Nafalmgir back up to his feet, grabbing him by the head, and with a twist of the wrists…
Snap.
A once great warrior crumples to the canvas…and the lights go out once more.
When they flicker back on, Nafalmgir is gone – dead. Killed by The Impaler.
And standing in his place?
Chronoa.
And glaring at her are the eyes of a man who has seemingly returned to normal.
Normal in every way except the rage.
And it’s with this rage that The Impaler looks to stop Chronoa, and whatever fate she may have brought upon him!
CHRONOA vs. THE IMPALER
The Keeper of History merely smiles, armed with the knowledge of not just Impaler’s past, but his future, too.
DING, DING, DING!
The Impaler looks up at the 6’09” fatalist defiantly—
HEADBUTT!
Chronoa rocks him with her breeze block-like skull. She doesn’t stop, however, as she grabs him by his temples and jumps up…
HEADBUTT, HEADBUTT, HEADBUTT, HEADBUTT, HEADBUTT!
ANYBODY ELSE FEELING DÉJÀ VU!?
CHRONOA REFLECTS ON OZRIC MORTIMER’S TRADEMARK MOVE – MIRROR, MIRROR!
HEADBUTT – CRACK!
I THINK SHE JUST BROKE HIS NOSE!
Legion’s mask, with breathability cutouts, can’t dam the river of blood which gushes out. The crimson fluid stains his teeth and beads off of his chin.
Chronoa mercilessly yeets him into the ropes, hoping to blow him up. On the rebound, she launches him with a HIIIGH BACK BODY DROP!
Ironically, I can’t recall The Impaler ever being manhandled like he is right now!
He scrambles to his feet and lunges towards his tormentor—
ONLY TO EAT A BODY SLAM WHICH SHAKES THE RING!
Chronoa hits the ropes…
SHE DROPS AN EXISTENTIAL LEG ACROSS HIS WINDPIPE!
WAIT, I SWEAR I’VE ALREADY SAID THIS – DÉJÀ VU!
THAT’S NEVILLE SHELDON’S WRESTLEMANIA COMBO!
She stands tall, placing her foot on Impaler’s chest.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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HE NEEDS TO SCRUB THE LAST 60 SECONDS FROM HISTORY – OR FOREVER LIVE WITH THESE 3!
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KICKOUT!!!
The Impaler’s ending isn’t yet written – or is it!?
Chronoa produces a heavy, metal chain seemingly from out of nowhere!
SHE WRAPS THE CHAINS OF FATE AROUND HER FIST!
CLINK, CLINK…
Dread Pirate Roberts claws his way onto his knees—
CHRONOA SWINGS FOR HIM!
BLACK MIST, BLACK MIST!
IMPALER BLINDS HER WITH THAT MYSTERIOUS, BLACK BILE!
HE TEARS INTO THE ROPES…
BOOM – ADAM SMASHER!
THE LARIATO TURNS CHRONOA INSIDE-FUCKING-OUT!
Impaler hooks the leg.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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RECORD THIS IN YOUR HISTORY BOOKS, BITCH!
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KICKOUT!!!
Chronoa knows this isn’t how it ends…
Hungry to reclaim his own destiny, Impaler stands on her hamstrings and slaps her sides—
HE PULLS HER BACK INTO THE ROMERO SPECIAL!
SHE STRUGGLES IN THE HOLD…
BUT HE TRANSITIONS INTO THE DRAGON SLEEPER!
EVE’S SNAKE COILS AROUND CHRONOA!
Suspended in the air, she can’t drag them towards the ropes!
WILL SHE TAP!?
Screaming in pain, she rocks side-to-side—
SHE BREAKS IMPALER’S GRIP!
Freed, she pulls herself up using the ropes. Legion advances…
CHRONOA HITS THE MOTHER OF ALL EUROPEAN UPPERCUTS – THE CURSE OF THE CRYPTKEEPER!
THAT’S YOUR DEMISE, IMPALER!
Legion falls to his knees, as Chronoa readies the killing blow…
SPINNING EL—NO!
IMPALER’S DESTINY HAS NOT ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN!
Blocking the elbow, Impaler flips Chronoa up onto his shoulder…
“You wanna see it so badly!? HERE YOU GO!” He roars.
NIGHT CITY MOTHERFUCKING BLACKOUT!
Legion covers her.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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IS IT PREORDAINED!?
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THREEE!!!
Impaler defies his supposed fate.
BANZAN, TENCHU, KAINE KNIGHTLORD AND LUCY SERAPHINA
Recorded Earlier
Banzan sits meditating in the entrance of a cave. His aura flowing around him, changing colours rapidly. His voice rumbling out Buddhist prayers as the prayer beads in his hand shift to mark the prayers.
[ Banzan ] “I know you’re there, Vampire. I know you’ve been following me.”Banzan pulls out the device used to immobilize Tenchu, and takes off the tracker. Kaine emerges from the darkness of the cave, catching the tracker after Banzan throws it.
[ Banzan ] “You’ve been watching me for a month. You’ve attacked hallowed ground, unprovoked. You talk about…”Banzan is immediately interrupted by Kaine raising his hand.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “Calm yourself. We will have our fight later.”Kaine begins stalking around the Mountain, whose aura has turned protective. Despite the assurance of a later fight, Banzan isn’t taking any risks.
[ Banzan ] “You said I was involved in the death of an Elder vampire. What are you talking about?” [ Kaine Knightlord ] “Gabriel Drake.”Banzan looks to Kaine with shock.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “I see you haven’t quite forgotten him. He was one of ours. Kindred of highest esteem. Respected by many of us. He’s why I’ve been watching you.” [ Banzan ] “I didn’t kill him. I was led to believe he was the culprit in a murder.” [ Kaine Knightlord ] “I know. Drake’s true killer came after you. I also know that Drake was just a casualty in a war that we didn’t want him in. I know his killer targeted you as well, but yet you weren’t killed.”Banzan remains stoic, remembering what took place.
[ Banzan ] “He thought I was a monster, like you. He tried to kill me and failed.”Banzan watches Kaine
[ Banzan ] “But that’s the past. You’ve taken more interest in me than you need to. What are you really after?” [ Kaine Knightlord ] “My order wants to know more about you. You bringing Tenchu into your orbit raises questions as well.” [ Banzan ] “For what?”Banzan demands, grabbing Kaine by the collar and driving him into the wall.
[ Banzan ] “What interest is it to you?” [ Kaine Knightlord ] “We hold you guilty, Monk. There was going to be a hunt called for you, but I convinced the Elders not to. That I’d take care of you myself. But then you became involved with Tenchu.” [ Banzan ] “Is that why you recruited Lucy?”Kaine grins, pushing Banzan off of him.
[ Kaine Knightlord ] “No, but she has her uses.”As if on cue, Lucy appears from the cave. Banzan realizing the numbers aren’t in his favor stands down.
[ Lucy Serephina ] “You’re guilty, Banzan. Whether you killed a vampire directly or not, their death is on your head. You’ll answer for your crimes.”Lucy taunts, a sinister grin on her face as she twirls a small dagger in her fingers.
With that, Kaine and Lucy return to the darkness of the cave. Moments later Tenchu arrives. He looks at Banzan with concern.
[ Tenchu ] “Sensei?” [ Banzan ] “It is sooner than I had planned, but you’ll be putting your new skills to the test. Be ready.”Tenchu nods as the scene fades.
ALBIE SHAW vs. SIMON
The Taskmaster put the offer on the table, but The Guv’nor doesn’t play games, especially “Simon Says.” Will Simon put Albie in check, or will this Bad Mother Fucker flip the game board over?
The bell rings and they tie up. Simon immediately yanks SHAW’s thumb back, and it looks like Shaw is seeing red! He aggressively charges Simon into the corner, pinning him upright and both men are forced to break at the ref’s count of four…
CHOP!
“WOO!” Shouts the crowd after Albie knife edge chops Simon.
Albie shakes off his hand and sore thumb, then rears back…
CHOP!!
“WOOO!!”
A second chop!!
Shaw puts a finger to his lips to quiet the crowd. He rears back…
EYEPOKE! FIVE FINGER DISCOUNT!!
Simon will see no evil after that, and he surely won’t see what’s coming next!
Shaw whips Simon off the ropes and he rebounds right into a…
DROP TOE HOLD!
Shaw quickly rolls through and plays to the crowd again, putting his finger once more to his lips.
“Shaw says, hear no evil, monkey!”
KEEP QUIET!!
And Simon will speak no evil as Albie rears the crossface back!
Simon reaches out—no ropes in his range!
He tries dragging himself forward—still nothing!
He’s getting desperate now, and Simon twists around, lifting his leg up…he points his foot and lunges one last time…
…
FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Simon barely made it and Albie is forced to break the submission as the ref counts to four.
Shaw stalks Simon as the taskmaster catches his breath.
“Time to hand over that antidote vial…” Shaw mutters.
Simon can hear the knuckles cracking from behind him as he slowly turns to face the music. Shaw charges—
GBH!?
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NO—GAMBIT! SIMON COUNTERED WITH A SPINNING BACKFIST THAT MADE ALBIE’S EYES ROLL TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!
Simon’s raining kneedrops and hammers down on the Guvnor’s right knee now as he talks some trash of his own.
“You didn’t say, Shaw says…” Simon taunts…
Albie grunts in pain as Simon lifts Albie’s leg up—
“WOOOO!” Simon shouts to a chorus of boos as he steps over and falls back—
CHECKMATE!!
Simon has Albie trapped in the Figure Four in the middle of the ring, right where he wants him!
Shaw drags himself towards the ropes but just as he’s about to make it Simon bridges back, stopping SHAW’s progress and making him yelp out in pain in the process.
Could this be it??
Shaw reaches up—
…
NO!! ROPE BREAK!!
Simon let’s up at the four count and both men get to their feet, Shaw hobbling on his bad leg and is clearly worse for wear.
Simon grins and laughs in the grimacing Shaw’s face.
Albie responds with a middle finger to Simon’s face!
Simon grabs his hand and again goes for Albie’s thumb! He uses a his leverage to pull back on it…
But Shaw elbows Simon off him! He shakes off the thumb pain again, then takes a wild swing at Simon and misses badly, losing his balance and falling face-first to the mat
Shaw has trouble getting up between his injured knee and his thumb!
Meanwhile, Simon bounces off the ropes and hops above Shaw’s head—
On a night full of smack talk, Simon will have the…
FINAL WORD!!!
THE CURBSTOMP KNOCKED SHAW OUT COLD!!!
Simon rolls Shaw over, lazily covering him as he flashes a smile and a thumbs up to the crowd—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
The Taskmaster’s plan to unseat the Guv’nor is followed to the letter tonight!
ALBERT SHAW & SIMON
The match over, Albert Shaw is still pumped up.
[ Albert Shaw ] “Where is it, Simon? Do I have to get to cutting before you give me an answer?”Simon, similarly pumping with adrenaline, just raises an eyebrow as he straightens out his clothes. He smirks at Shaw, knowing he holds all the cards.
[ Albert Shaw ] “I’m tired of your games, Simon. I think you’re bluffing with the dead man’s switch.”The Taskmaster shrugs.
[ Simon ] “I don’t need a dead man’s switch when everyone’s carrying one in their pocket. All of Jet Set Radio has a vial in their possession, as well as one myself. One of them contains the antidote to Luke Storm’s ailment. The other three contain nothing of value.”Shaw’s jaw drops as he realizes what Simon is saying. The Taskmaster grins, knowing he has the advantage.
[ Simon ] “That’s the problem with your Bad Mother Fucker attitude. You fight first and ask questions later. Even Jet Set Radio don’t know who has the real vial, yet you idiots keep risking the health of Storm.”Dipping out of the ring, Simon grabs something from beneath it.
[ Simon ] “Before I go rendezvous with Jet Set Radio, perhaps I can offer you something. Call it a peace offering, since I gave you good intel. Or a peace soda, if you will.”He places a soda bottle on the apron in front of Albie, who looks at it with a raised eyebrow. Simon walks away with a twinkle in his eye as Shaw picks up the soda and stares at it.
The Guv’nor sure as fuck ain’t gonna drink it.
But what game is Simon playing here?
And who has the vial?
Cut.
DEATHNOTE vs. SIR GABLE vs. SIGIL
Vigour, Starboy, and The Generation Kid burn holes through the zealots, whose expressions are unreadable behind their masks.
In the ring, Deathnote, Sir Gable, and Sigil form a triangle, sizing each other up…
DING, DING, DING!
Cael sprints towards Deathnote. He ducks behind him, then plants him with a belly-to-back slam! Displaying his Greco-Roman style, he spins into a grounded front facelock – to the approval of Vayikra.
As if insulted at having been excluded, Sigil grabs Gable by his ankles to drag him off – but The Olympian kicks him onto his back!
Sigil kips up onto his feet…
GOLD RU—LEAPFROG!
THUD!
SIGIL AVOIDS THE SPEAR; GABLE GORES THE TURNBUCKLES!
The Rainbow Party cheer for the man who facilitated the rescue of The Generation Kid.
The Collector waits for Cael to stumble back—
BUT DEATHNOTE SNATCHES HIM ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!
HE’S GOING TO GRANT SIGIL’S DYING WISH!
BURNIIING HAMM—NO!
SIGIL JUMPS DOWN!
HE BENDS DEATHNOTE OVER HIS KNEE…
ELBOW, ELBOW, ELBOW, BITCH!
The Rainbow Party spur Sigil on, as Vayikra slap the mat in support of Cael…
IT’S A LONG ROAD AHEAD FOR THE AUTHOR—
BUT GABLE KNOWS A SHORTCUT!
The grappler traps Sigil in a waistlock, ending the beatdown…
GERMAN SUPLEX!
Oh, scheiße—
GERMAN, GERMAN, GERMAN – HE’S GOING FOR 10-KARAT GOLD!
Vayikra hold their fingers in the air to keep count with each successive suplex.
GERM—SIGIL BACKFLIPS ONTO HIS FEET!
…
CALF CRUSHER, CALF CRUSHER!
HE ROLLS GABLE UP ON WOUNDED LEGS!
CAN THE REALM WALKER MAKE THE OLYMPIAN TAP OUT!?
Sir Gable writhes in agony, looking up to the heavens for salvation…
SIR VANT HOPS ONTO THE APRON, DISTRACTING THE REFEREE!
The Rainbow Party immediately protests—
SIR BELLATOR SCALES THE ROPES…
DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO SIGIL – TERRA TREMUIT!
GABLE IS NO LONGER ON WOUNDED LEGS!
Christ’s Forgotten Son rolls under the ropes. Sir Vant plays along with the official, holding up his hands and jumping back down.
The Rainbow Party, meanwhile, are pitching a fit!
When these two go at it, it’s going to be biblical!
Deathnote, meanwhile, has been resurrected. He drags the crippled gold medalist on top of Sigil, then ascends the turnbuckle…
MUAH – THE KISS OF DEATH!
THE DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP SMEARS GABLE AND CRUSHES SIGIL!
Deathnote covers Cael.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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VAYIKRA ARE PRAYING FOR A MIRACLE!
…
TH—KICKOUT!!!
Gable still has faith.
Undeterred, The God of the New World steps over Cael’s carcass and pins Sigil.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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TGK, STARBOY & VIGOUR DON’T WANT THIS RAINBOW PARTY TO END!
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THR—SHOULDER UP!!!
Sigil visited 14,000,065 realms ahead of this match – is this the one in which he’s victorious!?
Deathnote runs his hands through his hair. He peels The Collector off the mat and heaves him up onto his shoulders…
GO 2 SLEEP, SIGIL!
GATHER THY—GOOOLD RUSHHH!
GABLE SPEARS DEATHNOTE, WHO’S STILL CARRYING SIGIL!
THE SINNERS LAND IN A HEAP, WITH CAEL ON TOP!
Before zebra-stripes can count, however…
VIGOUR IS DANCING ON THE APRON!
STARBOY JOINS IN – WITH NOTABLY MORE PROVOCATIVE MOVES!
THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE CROWD POP BIG FOR THE IMPROMPTU PERFORMANCE!
The referee goes over to them—
THE GENERATION KID CRASHES THE RING!
HE YANKS GABLE TO HIS FEET…
AND TAKES HIM ON AN EXCELLENT ADVENTURE – ROCK BOTTOM, ROCK BOTTOM!
Vayikra are incensed, as Rainbow Party gives them a taste of their own medicine!
Sigil crawls over and hooks Cael’s leg.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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JESUS, THAT’S GOTTA BE IT!
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THREEE!!!
NOOO!!!
DEATHNOTE PULLS HIM OFF!
HE POWERS HIM UP ON HIS SHOULDERS…
GO 2 SLEEP!
GATHER THY FUCKING SOUL – IF SIGIL EVEN HAS ONE ANYMORE!
Deathnote collapses, exhausted…
VAYIKRA AND RAINBOW PARTY BLITZ THE RING!
THE OFFICIAL HAS OFFICIALLY LOST CONTROL!
GANGBANGARANG – STARBOY SLINGBLADES SANCTUS!
SIR RENAULT, THOUGH, HOISTS THEM UP…
SIT-OUT CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB – THE LAST CRUSADE TO THE ASS FOR THE MASSES!
Darth Jesus rises—
VIM & VIGOUR – LUMBAR CHECK BY, WELL, VIGOUR!
SIR GABLE CROWNS THE PRINCE OF PARTY WITH HIS MEDAL!
DOC BROWN’S—GREAT SCOTT!
SIR VANT TRIPS TGK, WHO WAS READYING A SPEAR WITH CAEL’S NAME ON IT!
Vayikra and The Rainbow Party litter the ringside.
Gable stands tall – BUT DEATHNOTE SPINS HIM ROUND!
WHOOSH – PORTAL!
COSMIC LEAP…
SIGIL IS COMING IN FOR LANDING – RIGHT ABOVE THEM!
PLAAANESTOMPER!
DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO A STANDING DEATHNOTE AND GABLE!
Cael rolls off, and Sigil covers Deathnote.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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YAHWEH HIMSELF CAN’T INTERVENE IN THIS ONE!
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THREEE!!!
Sigil collects another victory.
CAEL GABLE, DEATHNOTE & ISRAEL GRIMWOLF
With that chaotic encounter over, it hardly even matters who won.
Deathnote is barely able to get back to his feet before Sir Gable tackles him back down the canvas and begins violently reigning down forearms upon him.
[ Sir Gable ] “You’re going to tell me what I want to know, if I have to kill you myself.”The Author chuckles, shaking his head in refusal.
So Gable keeps punching.
And punching.
And punching.
Until suddenly, he’s thrust backwards off Deathnote and is sent rolling across the canvas!
It’s Israel Grimwolf!
The Captain is here to a tremendous ovation. He stands between Deathnote and Sir Gable, who now rises back to his feet in anger.
[ Sir Gable ] “Look who finally shows up. Where have you been, old friend?” [ Israel Grimwolf ] “In denial, Cael.”That seems to surprise Gable, as recognized by the tilting of his head.
[ Israel Grimwolf ] “We have a lot to resolve, me hearty. I’ve spent months feeling numb and trying to carry on as normal.”Sir Gable approaches, standing before him.
[ Israel Grimwolf ] “But I’m no longer in denial, matey. Now, I’m just fuckin’ angry.” [ Sir Gable ] “What are you talking about?” [ Israel Grimwolf ] “Your death.”Grimwolf says solemnly, head lowered.
[ Deathnote ] “Don’t…”Deathnote pleads from the canvas.
[ Deathnote ] “A man should never know.” [ Israel Grimwolf ] “You broke that rule with Luke Storm; I’m breaking it with Cael Gable.”The Captain places a hand on Gable’s shoulder, leaning in.
[ Israel Grimwolf ] “At Red Snow, you die, shipmate.”Gable backs off carefully.
[ Israel Grimwolf ] “And you’ve set your course to that death with Vayikra.”With Gable backing off, Grimwolf carefully exits the ring, leaving him to consider his fate and his future.
At Red Snow, Cael Gable dies.
Now he knows.
Cut.
WIZ vs. LUKE STORM
His body wracked with poison and forced to play nice with a bunch of fuckwits, Luke Storm ain’t feeling 100% these days but he’s not down and certainly not out. Will Wiz take advantage of the fading star or will Hollywood show him what happens when you mess with Luke fucking Storm?
The bell sounds as Storm breathes heavily, trying to will the poison flowing through his body down and that fighting spirit to flow through him, but Wiz doesn’t give him a chance to focus as he rushes forward leaping up
SNAP HURRICANRANA! Wiz drops Storm on his damn dome right there, slowly staggering up to his feet into a hit and run fest.
Right to the jaw, left to the stomach, flip kick to the chin that sends Storm staggering back but as Wiz leaps off the ropes, trying for a spinning something or other, Luke catches him in mid-air
A weak smile crosses Hollywood’s face before he flips Wiz over his head
T-BONE SUPLEX!
That took a lot out of Storm, visibly wincing and stumbling but Wiz lands hard on the back of his head, groggy and damn near out on his feet as he slowly pulls himself up in the corner.
Hollywood steadies his glasses, running a gloved hand through his hair before rushing forward
AVALANCHE SPLASH…PSYCHE! Wiz saw it coming a mile away and tried to move but Storm was just psyching out the young man, slapping him hard across the face as he realizes before begging him to come get a piece.
Wiz rushes out of the corner into a hard slapping right, followed by a second and a third as Storm backs Wiz into the ropes before throwing him across the ring. Wiz bounces off, ducking under a hard lariat but Storm leaps up
PELE KICK! Storm nailed Wiz in the back of the head as he quickly goes to climb up to the top rope, are we about to hear that loud, impactful boom throughout the slaughterhouse?
Storm pauses for a moment, his body shaking on the top rope as if he can’t quite find his balance. Luke focuses for a second, breathing hard before diving off
THUNDER…HITS KNEES!
Those few moments hesitation cost Storm dearly as Hollywood looks like he’s about to throw up from those knees driven into his midsection. He stumbles across the ring, looking mighty green before he’s driven down to the canvas
WITH THE BOOM BOOM! FLOAT OVER DDT lands flush before Wiz rushes to the ropes, bouncing off
METEORA TO THE MIDSECTION! Storm’s convulsing here a little as Wiz quickly heads up to the top rope, a cocky smile on his face
BOOTSY CONNECTION KNEES FIRST! That top rope splash had stank on it as again Wiz drives his knees into the queasy stomach, quickly going for the cover here on the weakened Hollywood.
ONE
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TWO
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TW….
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KICKOUT!!!
Wiz pulls the hurting Storm up, delivering a few hard blows to the stomach before whipping him across the ring
COSMO PLANE! FLYING KNEES TO THE MIDSECTION!
Storm is doubled over as Wiz drops down, lightly tapping Storm’s face mocking him…which turns out to be a very bad move for Wiz
PROJECTILE VOMIT TO THE FACE!
Wiz stumbles back in horror, frantically wiping his face as he tries not to hurl himself, staggering around
INTO A LIGHTNING STRIKE!
Storm just shrugs in a feigned apology before dropping down for the cover, the referee staying back out of the splash zone
ONE
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TWO
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WIZ GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Storm slowly pulls Wiz up, sweat dripping down his forehead as he knows he has to finish this fast, delivering a hard kick to the gut
GALE F…NO! Wiz slips out, pushing Storm forward chest first into the buckles as he grabs a hold of his trust scooter in the corner.
Storm turning around right into
THE JANKY FACE! Scooter Shot to the temple drops like a rock but Wiz isn’t going for the cover, pissed about the barf facial from Hollywood as he backs up, waiting for Storm to get to one knee
SHINING ENZIGURI! Storm gets his bell rocked by that hard blow to the back of the head as Wiz heads up to the top rope once more, looking for the killer blow as he draws in the smattering of cheers from the audience before diving off
ELECTRIC FREEBIRD! That flipping Senton hits hard as Wiz hooks both legs for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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THREE….?
THREE!!!
The Purple Pelican does it here tonight, punishing a weakened Hollywood as he picks up a huge victory with his usual careless grace.
ZERO, PYRE, TAG & ETHER
We cut backstage, a holding area where the Tag Team Champions are waiting, keeping an eye on proceedings in preparation for their upcoming war.
That is, until their conversation is overpowered by the blaring sound of punkrock music drawing ever nearer. Tag and Ether skate on into the fray, Ether’s boombox the source of the noise. With a pair of smirks, the duo pull up to a halt face to face with Zero and Pyre.
[ Tag ] “Are you clowns ready to hand those titles over, or do we need to get the sprinklers running?”The Jet Set duo laugh to themselves, but it is Zero that steps forward in defense.
[ Zero ] “You’re going to need a shit ton more than cheap tricks to get these off us. Everyone who has come for these belts has been sent packing. You’re another on a very long fucking line.” [ Pyre ] “Enough shit. Which one of you assholes has the cure?”Her eyes are afire, Pyre’s very aura seems to burn as she glares at her foes. Ether smirks, reaching behind her back.
[ Ether ] “You mean… This?”At once, Tag and Ether both swing their hands around, showing a pair of high pressure super-soakers. They unleash a dual pair of streams right at the face of Pyre, who shields her face and falls backwards in shock.
Jet Set Radio erupt into laughter as they advance, their stream still aiming at the now downed Pyre. Finally their streams both slow and they are left looking at a drenched Pyre and a pissed off looking Zero.
[ Tag ] “We’re taking those belts back to our home base when we’re done with you sorry sacks of crap.” [ Ether ] “We’ve got you right where we want you. Pop goes the weasel, and those belts are ours.”Zero looks to take the fight to the pair, but with Pyre still down and drenched, decides against the numbers game, much to Tag’s amusement.
[ Tag ] “Look at you. Prison really did a number on that bitch.”The boombox starts up again and Jet Set Radio skate off into the distance. Zero kneels beside his partner.
But it is not a look of shock and fear on Pyre’s face. It is a smirk.
[ Zero ] “Are you okay?”Pyre’s smirk grows.
[ Pyre ] “Of course. Some fuckwits will believe they’ve got you cornered when they’re really the ones who are fucked.”Her aura, once burning with anger, now doused with waters reminiscent of her time in Hells Mouth. But that smirk…
Cut.
VAYIKRA vs. THE RAINBOW PARTY
Months of torment and pain have all led to this brutal trios match. Every man is battered and broken but kept on their feet by their faith and belief in the people beside them, will the zealots bring wrath down upon the wicked or will Rainbow Party tell them to shove that old testament shit where the sun doesn’t shine?
The bell sounds as Sir Bellator begins with Vigour, the VHS Champion rushing forward and surprising his smaller opponent with a fast and furious onslaught of kicks and punches, punctuated with a hard kick to the side of the head that staggers the Prince back into the ropes.
Bellator whips Vigour across the ring, feigning a clothesline attempt before leaping up and trying for a Poison-Rana. Vigour holds on though, running forward a few steps before tossing Bellator forward
ELEVATED SNAP SHOT! Bellator’s neck gets driven into the top rope as Vigour drags him into his corner as he tags in Starboy. Both men throw Bellator across the ring, driving him down to the canvas with a double team Hiptoss before Vigour gets into position
STARBOY THROWS HIM THROUGH THE AIR INTO THE QUICK THRILL! ASSISTED STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!
Vigour stays down for the cover as the referee counts
ONE
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TW…DARTH JESUS BREAKS UP THE COVER!
Starboy fights him back as Vigour pulls Bellator back up, peppering him with lefts and rights before lifting him up high, possibly looking for Vim and Vigour but Bellator slips out mid-air
POISON-RANA! Bellator spikes Vigour on the back of his head before leaping forward and tagging in Sir Renault.
Starboy notices Vigour out on the mat and tries to go for Bellator but he’s grabbed from behind by Renault
SNAP DRAGON! Starboy gets dropped on the back of his head too, Renault barely letting him fall before delivering a stiff kick to the jaw as he locks in a crucifix chokehold
PENTANGLE! Chastity is the name of the game here as Renault tries to use his weight advantage to choke out the Lover of All, Starboy struggling under the choke but he’s used to getting out of tight situations as he just manages to hook his foot on the bottom rope, forcing the break.
Renault pulls Starboy up, drilling him with a stiff forearm to the face but Starboy manages to duck under the second, sly slapping Renault in the groin which doubles him over, allowing him to flip over Darth Jesus
DONKEY PUNCH! Hard rolling elbow to the back of the head staggers Renault before he’s lifted up onto Starboy’s shoulders
TASTE THE RAINBOW! USHIGOROSHI! Starboy tries to drop down for the cover but Renault rolls underneath the bottom rope, Starboy urging him to get back in the ring forgetting this is a trios match.
And that just counted as a tag as Sir Gable leaps into the ring, gripping Starboy by the waist
AND THROWING HIS ASS ACROSS THE RING WITH A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!
Starboy staggers to his feet into a hard clothesline that turns him inside out before Gable lifts him up in a double leg before running him into his corner. Gable drives into him with shoulder after shoulder to the midsection before tagging Sir Bellator back into the ring.
The Templar peels Starboy out of the corner, lifting him up high as Gable backs up into position
YAHWEH’S DECLARATION! RUNNING CRUCIFIX INTO A LEAPING CUTTER! That could well be it as Bellator drops down for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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TGK BREAKS IT UP JUST IN TIME!!
The referee forces The Kid back in his corner as all three of Vayikra rush in to beat down on Starboy, TGK trying to get the referee to turn around but he’s too focused on getting the Kid back to his corner.
The ref turns around as Bellator rolls out, Gable getting back into the ring before planting Starboy with another brutal German Suplex. Vayikra call for the end as Gable tags back in Bellator, the Templar heading up to the top rope as both Gable and Renault lift Starboy up high in a crucifix position.
RUNNING DUAL LOW DROPKICKS!
Rainbow Party drops Renault and Gable to the mat, forcing them to drop Starboy in the process as Bellator hesitates for a moment before leaping off
RIGHT INTO A CRANE KICK TO THE GODDAMN FACE!
Vayikra is slowly rising to their feet with Rainbow Party behind them, the three friends all look at one another with one thumb raised, nod simultaneously
TRIPLE OIL CHECK TO SANCTIMONIOUS CITY!
Vayikra hops in pain as Gable gets a Dirty Sanchez knife edge chop for his troubles before he’s lifted up onto Vigour’s shoulders
VIM AND VIGOUR!
Vigour can’t capitalize though as he’s turned around by Darth Jesus
RING SHAKING LAST CRUSADE!
BUKKAKKE! GANGBANGARANG!
That deadly combination leaves Renault blinded and out but Starboy can’t capitalize before he’s spun around
IMPERTIO!
There’s bodies lying everywhere as Bellator turns to a furious face, and a familiar rival. The Templar nods before both men rush forward, fists a flying as TGK quickly gets the better of the hurting Bellator, pummeling him with lefts and rights before backing him into the ropes
A hard Irish Whip sends Bellator flying across the ring but an attempt at a Big Boot is ducked
AS BELLATOR SWEEPS THE LEG!
Sir Bellator pulls TGK up, delivering a pair of hard knees to the midsection before trying for Impertio. TGK elbows his way out, trying to grab him for the Belly to Belly but Bellator slips out
SUPERKICK TO THE KNEE!!
TGK drops down to his knees, The Chosen One slowly delivering the sign of the cross before rushing forward
DARK…TGK CATCHES THE KICK! He slowly rises to his feet, anger running through his veins as he tosses the kick away before delivering a stiff knee to the jaw
AND A MOST EXCELLENT ADVENTURE! ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! Everyone else is out so this has to be it as TGK drops down for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
Rainbow Party does it here tonight, surviving a brutal war with their hated rivals as they gain a measure of revenge against religious bigotry and hatred.
CORVUS & ISRAEL GRIMWOLF
Recorded Earlier.
Corvus’ face is a picture as he enters the hold. Around him are piles of gold, silver and gems. Goblets, jewellery and countless other trinkets. There is certainly no doubting that this place is a haven for pirates. Some of the treasure aboard must be centuries old.
And in the middle of this room of wonder sits something both so fitting and out of place all at once.
It’s Israel Grimwolf, astride a wooden chair, swigging rum from a bottle he holds with one hand, and the other hand giving Corvus the one-finger salute.
[ Israel Grimwolf ] “Did you think you’d find something here, me hearty?”A silence from Corvus.
[ Israel Grimwolf ] “The truth is, Corvus, I don’t have any secret for you to find. The only thing this whole thing has been is a distraction. While you’ve been globetrotting finding me supposed secrets, you’ve taken your eye off our match and preparing for it. Aye, a great distraction it be, too.”Corvus keeps a calm exterior, but internally he is seething.
[ Corvus ] “So, when you-” [ Israel Grimwolf ] “Aye, matey, I planted the idea in your head that you needed to come here.”Corvus smirks, a nasty glint in his eyes.
[ Corvus ] “All this treasure and you couldn’t buy the one thing you want more than anything in the world; Cael Gable’s friendship.”Israel’s face drops now too.
[ Israel Grimwolf ] “You know nothin’ of our relationship, me hearty.” [ Corvus ] “I know that you betrayed him, only to have the sheer audacity to claim victim when he betrayed you in return. You’re clearly in denial.”Grimwolf, white-hot with rage, throws Corvus out of the porthole into the lagoon below.
But there’s a new look of wonderment on his face.
Cut.
CORVUS vs. ISRAEL GRIMWOLF
Corvus has searched high and low for the truth about Israel Grimwolf…and if the Captain has his way, the Hidden Blade could well walk the plank for it!
The bell rings and Israel goes right after Corvus with some hard lefts and rights, sending the Hidden Blade to the corner in the process before charging at full speed…
…only for Corvus to narrowly avoid disaster, ducking out of the way as Israel crashes against the turnbuckle with a thud!
Israel’s momentum sends him stepping back after the collision, giving Corvus an opening he exploits with a chop block, sending the Captain down to the canvas!
Except that Israel is already getting back to his feet, still full of rage as he grabs Corvus…and wallops him with a hard punch to the skull!
Corvus goes down hard, but Israel isn’t finished as he taunts the Black Hand to get back to his feet.
As he does, Corvus is caught with some more lefts and rights, followed by a kick to the gut that folds the Timeless one over. Israel heads to the ropes, using his momentum to go for a clothesline on the rebound…but Corvus ducks under it!
Israel bounces off the other ropes, and runs right into a dropkick by Corvus that sends the Captain out of the ring!
Grimwolf tumbles out between the top and middle rope, falling to the outside. With a smirk, Corvus takes to the ropes, building up speed as Israel gets back to his feet…only to be taken right back down with a plancha dive by the Hidden Blade!
Both men are down, with Corvus slowly getting back to a standing position…but so too is Grimwolf! The two trade blows until Grimwolf grabs Corvus by the arms, pulling him toward the steel steps!
NO!
Corvus turns it around, sending the Captain into the steps with a loud clang instead!
With Grimwolf down, Corvus looks to stay on the attack with some stomps to the midsection.
And then, things get dangerous.
Corvus grabs the right arm of Grimwolf, slamming it against the steel steps to neutralize a potential threat later on!
And he does it again!
And once more, with feeling!
Israel clutches his arm in pain as Corvus gives him one more kick to the midsection, before sliding back into the ring.
Grimwolf is still favoring that injured arm as he rolls into the ring…where Corvus is waiting, stomping away to keep the Captain grounded!
Eventually, Israel builds back up to a vertical base as Corvus goes for a roundhouse kick…but Grimwolf dodges it!
And clocks Corvus with a roaring elbow strike!
KEELHAULED!
Corvus goes down to the canvas as Israel goes for the cover!
ONE!
TW–NO!
Grimwolf can’t believe how much fight Corvus has in him, picking the Hidden Blade back up…but Corvus slips out of the grip, connecting with a flash kick!
CORVUS KICK!
Grimwolf is down to one knee, giving Corvus an opening as he takes to the ropes, using the speed to connect with a hurricanrana driver!
CUT THROAT DRIVER!
Now it’s Corvus with a big opportunity here, as he goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR–NOPE!
Grimwolf just manages to kick out, but he uses enough power to shove Corvus off!
Getting back to his feet once more, Israel is furious as he looks to put the Hidden Blade down for good…but Corvus has other ideas, sending the Captain into the corner!
But this time, Israel is prepared as Corvus comes running at him, sending him right into the turnbuckle before turning him around!
Grimwolf rears back, setting up for the heart punch!
DEAD MAN’S–NO!
Corvus dodges it, hitting a throat thrust uppercut on the Captain!
He follows it up with a palm strike, forcing Grimwolf to take a step back!
That space isn’t enough to stop the jumping elbow strike that completes the combo!
MURDER OF BLOWS!
Grimwolf goes down hard, and Corvus is ready to bring this to an end!
He rushes over to the fallen Captain, locking in the rear naked choke!
GARROTE!
He’s got the hold locked in tight!
Grimwolf is wincing in pain, trying his best to ease the pressure off as he struggles toward the nearest rope.
But it only makes Corvus cinch the move tighter, and the Captain is fading!
He forces himself by his feet, inching closer and closer to the ropes as he reaches over to the bottom rope!
BUT CORVUS SHIFTS HIS WEIGHT, PULLING HIM FURTHER AWAY!
Grimwolf is all out of options!
He has no other choice, even as he reaches out…
…BUT HIS ARM FALLS LIMP!
The referee checks on him, recognizing that Israel is out cold as he calls for the bell! It’s all over!
Israel Grimwolf fought hard for his honor, but the Hidden Blade puts him to sleep to keep the Captain at bay!
WIZ & LUKE STORM
A smoke cloud.
Where there’s smoke, there’s Pyre… er, Wiz. The Purple Pelican flicks a used roach off to the side nonchalantly as he rides The Funkmobile down the empty streets of the city. He goes to grab another joint from his pocket when-
Crash.
A CAR ROARS DOWN THE STREET HEADING STRAIGHT FOR WIZ! THE RUSTED OUT JUNKER COLLIDES WITH A WALL AND WIZ NARROWLY AVOIDS DEMISE!
He tumbles with his scooter head over heels as he leaps out of the way. Bricks from the collision fly outwards, hitting Wiz from above and scraping up his skin! The Heir of High looks on in shock as the door of the car flies open to reveal…
Luke Storm.
The sickly white Storm walks out of the car, stumbling towards Wiz. He grips the stoner by his neck, choking him as he looks down at him.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “You stupid fuck. You stupid, high, worthless mother fucker. Give me the cure or I’m taking you with me.”The alley lights glint off of Luke’s glasses, two trails of tear-like blood weeping down from behind them. He coughs the crimson ichor directly onto Wiz’s face! For once, Wiz looks terrified! The sight of blood makes his face go pale!
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “Hand it over. Hand it over now.”However, as Storm looms over Wiz, his weak grip on his throat, the Pelican can’t help but begin to laugh. His voice is shaky but he’s still able to speak.
[ Wiz ] “Luke, my man. I ain’t even sure I got the cure.”He lights the joint his hand, taking a puff and holding it.
[ Wiz ] “I think you and I ain’t on the same frequency, ya dig? Tell you what, though. Tune in and you just might find it.”Woosh.
Smoke billows from Wiz’s mouth into Luke’s face! The smell of weed makes Luke gag and Wiz shoves him off to the side as he begins to vomit!
[ Wiz ] “Rancid, man. I ain’t seen someone puke like that since Ether ate that month old burrito.”Wiz gets to his feet, grabbing his scooter and beginning to roll away. As he does, Luke stares on, barely getting to his feet. He mulls over the words, thinking to himself for a moment before sneering.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “Tune in, huh?”The Tempest grabs a phone out of his jacket, dialing a number and bringing it to his ear.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “Albie. Grab the others. You gotta meet me somewhere.”Cut.
TAG & ETHER vs. ZERO & PYRE ©
For months Jet Set Radio have haunted the Bad Mother Fuckers but haven’t been able to truly defeat them but they’re persistent little bastards as they’ve gotten another tag title shot. Can they be the first team to take down Bad Mother Fuckers or will they be just another notch in the unstoppable champions belt?
Before the bell can even sound, the champions get jumped from behind by Jet Set Radio, Tag smashing his board into Zero’s skull before Ether sweeps the leg with a running slide. Pyre tries to attack but gets kicked in the gut before lifted up high in the air
1080 SKULL FUCKED! McTwist/Ether Strike combination drops the Fire Bitch as the bell finally sounds, both members of Jet Set rushing to the ropes as both Tag and Ether leap up to the top rope, steadying themselves for a moment
FUTURE FLIGHT! SHOOTING STAR PRESS/DOUBLE FOOT STOMP COMBINATION! Pyre looks done here as both Tag and Ether cover the Fire Bitch
ONE
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TWO
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THRE……….
ZERO BREAKS THE FALL!
Zero just broke up that but he’s left all by himself with a fresh Jet Set Radio and even as the referee forces Ether onto the apron, Zero knows he has a hard road ahead of him.
Mister Mother Fucker doesn’t give Tag a chance to attack, rushing forward with a brutal Firewall that nearly takes Tag’s head off. He stumbles up into a flurry of lefts and rights before Zero rushes to the ropes
ETHER STRIKE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Zero staggers forward, dazed from the skates to the skull
FIVE STAR FACIAL!
The Bicycle Kick knocks Zero for a loop, driving him down to his knees before rushing to the ropes and delivering a hard dropkick to the dome before dropping down for the cover
ONE
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TW…ZERO GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Tag pulls Zero up to his feet, pulling him towards the corner as he tags in Ether. Both members of JSR kick Zero in the gut, Tag leaping up as he delivers the No Comply Fameasser into the Fucked Your Face Facebreaker
POP SHOVED IT!
Zero gets drilled by JSR as Tag gets tagged back in, Sexy Dynamite lifting Tag up high in the air before delivering another McTwist Brainbuster. Tag doesn’t cover thou, dropping down as he cockily gets in the face of the Hacker
BIONIC VICE! Zero locks Tag in that out of nowhere, Tag struggling under the submission as Ether tries to rush in to break it up
HARD LARIAT FROM PYRE OUT OF NOWHERE!
The Fire Bitch takes down Ether before locking in the Awakening causing both members of JSR to scream out in pain. They both reach out to one another, Ether grabbing onto Tag’s right hand as she manages to swing him around and allow Tag’s foot to scrape against the bottom rope, forcing the break.
Zero reluctantly lets go, as does Pyre but just as Bad Mother Fuckers were in a bad way before, now are JSR and the Bad Mother Fuckers deliver payback in the worst way.
Ether slowly rises to her feet into a fireball to the face followed by a bionic forearm. FIREARM BURNS THE HUNGRY GIRL! Tag staggers to his feet to save his friend but he gets grabbed by the throat by Zero
BAD
TO
THE
MOTHER
FUCKING
BONE!
Bionic Chokeslam into the Backstabber as Tag has to be in a world of pain, scrambling back into his corner as he tries to regroup with Ether, both looking completely outmatched by the pissed off BMF as they look worried for a moment before smiling shit eating grins,
WATER BALLOONS TO THE FACE OF PYRE!
The Fire Bitch staggers back, a mixture of shock and pain in her face as Ether rushes forward
FIRE AND ICE! The High/Low combination hits flush as Pyre just shakes her head, faking in Ether as she’s completely unaffected by the water. Tag rushes in but Pyre ducks under the attempted Five Star Facial, leaping off the ropes
DANCING FLAMES! It hits hard as Tag crashes to the mat, Pyre dropping down for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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THRE….TAG GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
The Fire Bitch looks shocked and as she tries to follow up, Tag manages to roll out of harms way to the outside to recover but BMF have their eyes on the next best thing as Ether slowly rises to her feet.
Another big Bionic Clothesline takes Ether’s head off before she’s pulled to her feet
PUNK CITY KILLER!
The Hungry Girl doesn’t go down but she staggers over as Pyre is flying through the air once more
DANCING…FACIAL!
Tag kicks the Fire Bitch out of mid-air, Zero rushing forward to help his partner but he gets a kick to the dick,
MONEY SHOT! Zero is blinded by that paint to the eyes as he’s lifted up high by Tag while Ether gets up onto the top rope
MACH.
FLAMES! Pyre nails Ether out of nowhere, distracting Tag enough for Zero to slide down his front
PUNK CITY KILLER!
Both BMF cover the knocked out JSR as this may be it
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
BMF do it, surviving yet another brutal tag team match as they still remain the champions to beat here in OSW
BAD MOTHER FUCKERS
SIGIL & THE BUTCHER
Somewhere Else.
The Collector walks through an abandoned warehouse, looking at a cell phone. With the blue screen lit up, we can see that he’s received a text message from an unknown number, claiming they have information on Death.
He walks through the darkened warehouse cautiously, understandably untrusting of the situation – until he finally, he stops.
As if he’s hitting a brick wall.
[ The Butcher ] “Do you remember the Primordial Trap?”The Butcher steps out of the darkness.
[ Sigil ] “You? How?” [ The Butcher ] “You have the almighty Death shitting his pants, Sigil.”The Collector folds his arms.
[ Sigil ] “So he broke the cardinal rule and brought you back from the dead?”He scoffs.
[ The Butcher ] “Yep, that cunt is as hypocritical as it comes. He once destroyed The Tap Room and murdered all the Gods to stop the exact thing he did with me.”There’s a pause.
Both men stare each other. This is an unusual circumstance, but something feels different – it doesn’t feel as if they’re enemies.
[ The Butcher ] “He wants me to track your every move. I’m a puppet for that mother fucker, now. Until this is over, I’m immortal.” [ Sigil ] “This only stops when I kill him and take the last crystal.”The Butcher takes his foot and rubs away part of the Primordial Trap, freeing The Collector.
[ The Butcher ] “Then what’s fucking stopping you?”Sigil exits the trap and stands opposite the man who put him there.
[ Sigil ] “I’ll feed you location information to keep him off your back. When the time is right, we’ll use it to set a trap of our own.”Colin stoically nods.
[ The Butcher ] “After all these years, I still don’t know what you’re trying to do, Sigil.” [ Sigil ] “Think about the crystals I have and what I’ve done to get them. If I wanted to destroy the world, I could. If I wanted to turn back time and make the entire continuum unstable, I could. If I wanted to manipulate reality to my own selfish ends, I could. I haven’t done any of those things. What does it matter what I’m trying to do, Colin? I’m already more powerful than anyone could ever imagine to be.”There’s another pause.
[ The Butcher ] “Then what’s next?” [ Sigil ] “Corvus; The Black Hand are an extension of Death. They’re his own personal kill squad. At Ring of Dreams, I destroy him. Then there’s nothing standing between I and Death.”The Butcher nods.
Cut.
THE SANDMAN vs. VIPER ROBERTS ©
No-one has held the OSW Championship more in recent times than these two foul monsters. But there is more than simply 30lbs of gold at stake here. The Sandman has been stalking Viper’s dreams for weeks and now he claims to have found a truth that, if revealed, will not only shake Viper’s world, but the very foundations of OSW itself. Can Viper survive The Sandman’s nightmare?
”EXIT LIGHT!”
Pitch-black darkness engulfs The Slaughterhouse, as Metallica’s Enter Sandman kicks in.
“ENTER NIGHT!”
The nightmarish Sandman looms into view on the stage, blinking in and out of sight by the light of camera flashes.
“TAKE MY HAND, WE’RE OFF TO NEVER-NEVERLAND!”
The Dream Demon glides to the ring, to the sound of crunching guitars. He steps over the top rope…
Electric guitar.
Reach Out, Touch Faith.
BANG!
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.
Viper looks disheveled, the cool, composed exterior totally shattered by the campaign of psychological warfare The Sandman has been inflicting on the OSW World Champion. Nevertheless, The Head Snake tries to take the initiative and charges at The Dream Demon, tackling him around the waist and driving him into a corner. Repeated thrusts with the shoulder to The Sandman.
Viper climbs to the second rope and begins to unload on The Dream Demon, strike after strike after strike to the head…Roberts keeps pounding until his knuckles are raw. Anyone who was trying to keep up lost count how many blows rained down.
But The Sandman is still standing.
That crooked, ghastly grimace of a smile etched across his face.
Viper backs up and charges in.
GOOZLE!!!
THE SANDMAN HAS THE HEAD SNAKE!!!
LOW BLOW!!!
DESPERATION FROM THE VIPER!!!
ODE TO THE SNAKE!!!
THE WORLD CHAMPION SPIKES THE CHALLENGER!!!
No cover from Viper. He wants to make this a nightmare for The Sandman. Viper is outside the ring. He sets up a table and now he’s got a barbed wire wrapped two by four and a steel chair. The Sandman is getting back to his feet as Viper slides into the ring. Roberts charges at Sandman with the two by fair but it disintegrates into millions of grains of sand. Viper grabs the steel chair, he swings it at The Dream Demon but it does ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Viper looks at the chair and realises it is now made of foam.
GOOZLE!!!
NOW THE SANDMAN HAS ROBERTS AGAIN!!!
TO SAND!!!!
CHOKESLAM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!
Viper Roberts opens his eyes
and he recognises his surroundings, but it is not The Slaughterhouse.
The OSW Champion is seated, chained to a wooden chair. He looks up and recognises The Snake Pit. Stood opposite, facing him are a row of his snakes.
From the shadows behind them appears The Sandman. The Dream Demon is behind the peripheral snake, grabs its head and CRACK!!! Snaps its neck!
Sandman moves to the next.
CRACK!
And the next…
CRACK!!!
Moving down the row until the lifeless bodies of all the lined up snakes are spread across the floor. Viper lets out a angry roar, right from the base of his gut and with all his strength rips himself free of his shackles, charging at The Sandman.
SPEAR!!!
Viper floors The Nightmare Maker, driving him hard into the concrete. Grabbing the head of The Sandman, Viper starts slamming it against the the concrete until blood is oozing and what remains in his hands are loose, slippery mess of bandages and flesh.
HAS VIPER KILLED THE SANDMAN?
The body of The Dream Demon scatters like dust in the wind. Viper gets to his feet, he’s grabbed from behind.
40 WINKS!!!!!
THE SANDMAN LIVES!!!!
HE’S FORCING HIS FINGERS AND THUMBS INTO THE EYES OF THE HEAD SNAKE!!!
BLOOD BEGINS OOZING, LIKE A BULGING STREAM DOWN A MOUNTAINSIDE AFTER A NIGHT OF HEAVY RAINFALL!!!
THE PAIN IS ALL-CONSUMING!!!
Viper lets out a demonic sound..
AS A NAIL IS DRIVEN THROUGH HIS WRIST!!!!
Roberts opens his eyes and he’s struck with horror to learn he is nailed to a cross. The Snake looks down and there are three figures below, they are crouched one knee, their heads bowed as though performing an act of worship.
ARE THESE MORE SNAKES?
But why am I nailed to this fucking cross, Viper asks himself.
Viper’s vision is blurred so he cannot identify the three but he has a pretty good idea…
“FUCK YOU!!!” Viper roars, “I AM THE HEAD SNAKE!!”
The figures vanish like they are made of ash, so does the cross. Viper finds himself standing now, in the same room, but he’s face to face with The Sandman!
HEADBUTT!!!
The Dream Demons staggers Viper and a big boot puts The Head Snake on his back. The Champion is still reeling after that kick to the head but the challenger is unrelenting, grabbing Viper by the legs and swinging him around a full 360 before launching him into a nearby shelved, wooden structure.
Viper tries to stagger out of the wreckage but Sandman is on top of him.
SLEDGEHAMMER TO THE TEMPLE!!!!
The room is spinning, Viper doesn’t know where he is. Hold on, is he spinning because that blow has rocked his mind or is Sandman spinning him again…
END OF DAYS!!!
THE DEEP SLEEP!!!!
Viper is motionless, he may be out cold but The Sandman isn’t done. Now that evil incarnate has a fucking machete. The Dream Demon stands over Viper and brings the razor sharp blade down….
VIPER BLOCKS!!!
MIRACULOUSLY HE CATCHES THE SANDMAN’S HANDS!!!
With almost superhuman strength Viper returns to a vertical base and rips the machete away from The Sandman.
“This may be your domain, Sandman,” Viper spits, “but these are still my dreams, you cunt! I’m not totally impotent in here.”
With that Viper swings the machete and…
BEHEADS THE SANDMAN!!!!!
Viper tosses away the machete, looks at his hands and his nostrils are filled with the smell of blood.
Which is now spraying all over The Viper. He checks in and he’s on a bed, being showered from below with blood. Viper looks down.
IT’S VIVIAN WHITLOCK!!!!
OR WHAT IS LEFT OF HER!!!!
Viper is sat on Mrs. Whitlock’s chest, there are knives sticking out her upper body and face. Too many to count.
The Head Snake slides off what appears to be the corpse of Vivian Whitlock, his mind becoming more and more warped and frazzled by this ceaseless psychological warfare.
“SANDMAN!!!” Viper screams, then he feels the breath on the back of his head.
Viper turns.
There is no-one behind him.
Now he feels the presence directly behind him.
Turning again, Viper is startled to see Vivian Whitlock upright.
“We never did get our revenge,” the wife of Alton Whitlocks says menacingly but with the voice of Two-Face.
THEN SHE STABS TWO KNIVES INTO THE CHEST OF THE HEAD SNAKE!!!!
Vivian cackles before the visage floats away and The Sandman is revealed. The Dream Demon GOOZLES Viper…
SNAKE OIL!!!
BUT VIPER WITH A REVERSAL!!!
AND A GOOZLE!!!!
TO SAND!!!!
VIPER CHOKESLAMS THE SANDMAN!!!!
The OSW Champion slides off his belt and begins whipping The Sandman with it.
TANNIN’ THE HIDE!!!!
Viper is thrashing the living shit out of the challenger but he’s interrupted as several black-clad persons burst into the room. They quickly overcome The Viper, who notices they are all wearing “two-faced” masks, dragging him out of the room into the darkness that is broken by a painfully bright light being cast upon Roberts.
He is constricted again, this time inside a car. His attempts to break himself free are interrupted by a voice.
“We have waited so long for this moment,” taunts the voice of Two-Face. “To do to you, Viper, what you did to us.”
Viper continues to struggle.
“But we will give you the chance for salvation you never did give us,” The Split continues.”
“Tell us the truth of your origins and we won’t blow the trigger.”
Viper stops struggling, looks Two-Face dead in the eyes.
“YOU ARE GOING TO DIE SANDMAN,” Viper spits.
Two-Face smiles.
“You first.”
BOOOOOOM!!!!
Viper Roberts is engulfed by flames and pain and quickly begins to feel himself fade as quickly as the fire melts his skin. All begins to go quiet, until from the depth of his ears the silence is interrupted by a solitary voice and…
A thumping sound.
ONE!!!!
The ref’s hand slams against the mat.
TWO!
Viper startles back into consciousness.
THREE-
NO!!!
SHOULDER UP!!!!
Back inside The Slaughterhouse, in the middle of the ring, the OSW Champion rolls away from The Sandman, having just narrowly escaped a pinfall. His current reign is hanging by a thread.
The Dream Demon peels Viper off the mat, whips him against the ropes.
BIG BOOT!!!
Viper staggers back onto the ropes. He can see The Sandman closing the distance, but it seems to be happening in slow motion.
CLOTHESLINE OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!
NO!!!
ROBERTS COUNTERS!!!
Dropping down and pulling the top rope, sending The Sandman over the top. The Dream Demon lands on the ring apron, Viper with a baseball slide to send The Nightmare to the concrete.
Feeling in full control, Viper lands a double axe handle smash from the ring apron. The Sandman is sprawled across the crowd barrier…
YAKUZA KICK!!!!
VIPER NAILS IT!!!
SANDMAN COLLAPSES INTO THE CROWD!!!
Viper grabs a steel chair.
SHOT THE HEAD!!!
SHOT TO THE BACK!!!!
ODE TO THE SNAKE!!!
DDT ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!!
Viper drags The Sandman back to the ring and covers…
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE-
KICKOUT!!!!
An exhausted Viper clambers back to his feet, lifting The Sandman, he’s looking for his signature neckbreaker…
SNAKEBITE!!!
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COUNTERED!!!
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DEEP SLEEP!!!!
The Sandman hits the End of Days and covers…
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
THE SANDMAN IS OSW CHAMPION FOR THE 4TH TIME!!!!
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NO!!!!
VIPER KICKED OUT!!!
IT WAS 2.99999!!!!
The Sandman has had enough of these games. He leans over The Head Snake and presses his thumbs into Viper’s eyes…
40 WINKS!!!
KNEE TO THE BALLS!!!
Viper with a desperation reversal!!!
SNAKE OIL!!!!
The Sandman is blinded. Viper gets to his feet, dragging The Dream Demon towards him.
SNAKEBITE!!!!
THIS TIME HE HITS!!!!
Cover for…
ONE!!!
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TWO!!!!
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THREE!!!
VIPER RETAINS!
VIPER ROBERTS
VIPER ROBERTS & THE SANDMAN
The referee hands Viper Roberts his Championship but before he can celebrate, both he and The Sandman are transported away from the ring.
They’re on the top floor of a large tower.
The Sandman is on one side of some large metal bars and Viper Roberts is on the other. The bars separate them in the room.
As both of them get back to their feet, it’s The Sandman who reaches for the bars, angrily shaking them.
[ The Sandman ] “What’s happening, Roberts? I didn’t do this.” [ Viper Roberts ] “When I told you I wasn’t impotent, I may have been keeping a secret or two about how.”The Dream Demon steps away, looking through a barred window into an abyss of darkness.
[ The Sandman ] “My brother.” [ Viper Roberts ] “He implanted me with the power to control the narrative in my dreams. I knew you’d come for me before our match to get an uneven advantage. I knew you’d try and defeat me before we ever made it to the ring.”The Sandman angrily sneers, taking a seat on a wooden bench.
[ Viper Roberts ] “And now you’re a prisoner, kept in the dreamworld. Welcome to my Dreamkeep, Sandman.” [ The Sandman ] “That’s cute, little Snake. How long do you think you can trap me here?”The World Champion reaches around the back of his neck to feel the implant.
[ Viper Roberts ] “I guess we’ll have to wait and see how long this thing lasts, won’t we?” [ The Sandman ] “I will escape this cell in your mind and when I do, I’m not going to stop until the world knows all your dirty little secrets.”He stands up, grabbing the bars with both hands and pushing his head against them.
[ The Sandman ] “And tell my brother that I’m coming for him, too.”The World Champion chuckles to himself.
[ Viper Roberts ] “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I need to wake up. I have this sneaking suspicion that our match is coming up next and you won’t be able to make it.”He heads towards the door, laughing to himself.
[ The Sandman ] “This isn’t the end, little snake.”Roberts turns to face him and closes his eyes.
[ Viper Roberts ] “Wake up.”Gasp.
The Head Snake opens his eyes backstage, just in time to hear his music.
THE SANDMAN vs. VIPER ROBERTS ©
Electric guitar.
Reach Out, Touch Faith.
BANG!
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.
He waits for The Sandman, only nothing happens.
The referee decides to count The Dream Demon out, as Roberts stands with a smirk on his face.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
SIX…
SEVEN…
EIGHT…
NINE…
TEN!
The referee calls for the bell, Disqualifying The Sandman!
VIPER ROBERTS
JET SET RADIO & BAD MOTHER FUCKERS
Sodapop Frequency.
Jet Set Radio with Simon in tow stand in the center of their hangout, all of the surrounding nonother than Luke Storm.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “Give me the fucking antidote. Now.”He’s in no shape to be making demands and JSR knows it. All four of them produce a vial from on their person, sharing a smirk.
[ Ether ] “Oh, you want it? [ Tag ] “Come get it.”Luke rushes towards Tag but the Deplorable Douchebag skates away while tossing his vial to Wiz!
[ Wiz ] “Monkey in the middle!”The childish game starts off in full force as JSR skate around throwing vials from person to person over Luke’s head! Even Simon joins in, further jumbling up the many possible cures! Jet Set Radio has made a game out of Storm’s illness!
Storm jumps and limps, the vials going from person to person! We have even less idea who has the cure now!
FWOOSH!
CLANG!
THE DOOR OF SODAPOP FREQUENCY GETS BLOWN IN! PYRE HAS ARRIVED!
The smoke clears and Albie Shaw storms in with Zero! The hacker is on Simon like white on rice!
BIONIC CHOKESLAM BY ZERO! GBH BY SHAW! SIMON HAS BEEN LAID THE FUCK OUT!
Blood sprays from The Taskmaster’s mouth across the concrete as BMF evens the odds! Pyre scoops up the vial!
The Fire Witch goes after Ether while Shaw and Zero go for the other two! As Zero goes for Tag he gets stopped by Albie!
[ Albert Shaw ] “I got the wannabe porn star. You get Lebowski.” [ Zero ] “Shit, you givin’ me the easy bitch? You’re sweet.”The two share a cocky smirk as they split off and go after their marks!
Ether is meanwhile barely avoiding Pyre’s fire blasts!
[ Pyre ] “You thought that water shit was funny, huh? I’m gonna be your personal funeral pyre!”Ether skids to a stop, ducking into a corner area!
[ Ether ] “Oh shit, I just got your name.” [ Pyre ] “Fuck you’re stupid!”Pyre unloads another fireball into the corner but Ether skates under it!
MACH FIVE! METEORA TO PYRE! THE FIRE BITCH IS DOWN!
Ether rolls through-
INTO A SUPERKICK! LIGHTNING STRIKE BY STORM!
The Hungry Girl eats foot as she hits the ground! Storm grabs her vial and chugs it! He does the same with the one on Pyre!
HE VOMITS! TWO SWINGS AND TWO MISSES AS THE FALSE CURE STINGS HIS THROAT!
Zero meanwhile is going blow for blow with Wiz! The Pelican is using his scooter to impressive lengths as he swings it around masterfully! Each blow bounces off of Zero’s arm as he blocks them!
[ Zero ] “How the fuck are you doin’ that?” [ Wiz ] “I ain’t that easy, am I? I ain’t your mom!”Wiz punctuates this with a massive swing to the side of the head that rocks Zero! He stumbles back!
AND FALLS FORWARD WITH A FIREWALL! BIONIC CLOTHESLINE TAKES WIZ DOWN! ZERO THROWS HIS VIAL TO STORM!
[ Zero ] “Nah, you’re easy like Tag’s mom.”The vial lands in Storm’s hands and he chugs it! But he again vomits it back up! That means there’s only one vial it could be!
Zero helps Storm to his feet as they look towards Tag! He and Shaw have fought their way up to the top of a massive ramp in the corner!
And Shaw is beating Tag black and blue!
He’s going prison style and Tag is getting knocked around! He grabs the vial from Tag! He has the vial!
[ Albert Shaw ] “Thanks for the vial, cunt. But I think it’s time we have some fun with ya.”SHAW PULLS OUT HIS PLIERS!
Tag is in dire straits as Shaw grabs his hand!
MR. MONEY SHOT GRABS A CHAIN ATTACHED TO THE RAMP! HE SMACKS SHAW WITH IT AND WRAPS IT AROUND HIS NECK! HE’S CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF SHAW!
The Guv’nor smacks Tag with the pliers and draws blood as he pushes him away!
HE GOES FOR A RUNNING HEADBUTT!- NO! TAG HITS THE DROP TOE HOLD! SHAW GOES FLYING OFF THE SIDE OF THE RAMP!
Crack.
The inside of Sodapop Frequency goes silent as Shaw hangs from the ramp. The Guv’nor reaches up weakly, trying to grab the chain to pull himself up but he can’t! His hand goes limp.
Tag looks down in shock, quickly sliding off of the ramp and vacating the area. Storm and Zero are both too terrified to stop him as the other members of JSR gather themselves, quickly leaving with Tag, Simon now in tow.
Zero rushes over to the ramp, grabbing Shaw and taking him down! He looks at The Guv’nor, turning to Storm and Pyre as they stumble over.
[ Zero ] “He’s… dead.”No bravado in Zero’s voice, no cockiness. He’s simply stating facts. Luke reaches down, grabbing the vial still clutched tightly in Shaw’s hand. He drinks it, gritting his teeth as he does.
[ Hollywood Luke Storm ] “They fucked up. They have no idea how much they fucked up.”The shot lingers on BMF surrounding Shaw’s body, the three left in silence as we fade.
Cut.