A BIG JOB FOR AN OLD FRIEND
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
House of Sovereigns.
In the main room of the House of Sovereigns, an exhausted Zeus sits in a large comfortable chair when Ares carefully walks in.
The God of War is leading someone towards the Baron, but we don’t see who it is until they take a seat.
It’s his old friend, Harold Attano.
Zeus quickly sits up, leaning forward as Attano gets comfortable.
“I’ve gotten myself into a little bit of a mess,” he says as Ares slowly exits the room, leaving them to it. When Zeus is sure he’s gone, he continues. “And I’m hoping you’ll do one last job for me, Harold.”
Nobody looks at him quizzically. He isn’t immediately against the idea but wants to hear him out first.
“You’ve been trying to find out who was responsible for the destruction of the Red Light District and subsequently the Uprising,” he says calmly. Harold nods. “I don’t think the two are connected; actually, I know they’re not.”
That piques the interest of Attano further, who wisely doesn’t say a word.
“The Leader of the Uprising is my ex-wife, Hera,” Zeus admits. “But you’ll know her as Narcissa Balenciaga.”
The realisation that dawns on the face of Mr. Nobody is not a shocked one, but one of a much needed confirmation.
“Our split wasn’t amicable. She spent our entire marriage hidden here, making her fanciful creations. No-one could know she existed. Even my most trusted friend Ares knew nothing of her identity. When he was here, she was a figure in disguise, much like the Pantheon.”
He looks ashamed and rightfully so.
“When our marriage ended, I had Ares drop her in the middle of Arcadia to fend for herself,” he says painfully, the shame etched upon his weary face. “She lost everything.”
Harold wants to say something – you can see it on his face. He instead chooses silence and listens further.
“When I started Old School Wrestling, I sent her an invitation to participate. Perhaps it was idiotic of me? I don’t know. I knew of the Uprising and I knew she was leading it, but I thought I could keep an eye on her under the guise of OSW.”
Zeus shakes his head.
“I was wrong,” he admits. “And now I need someone to clean up my mess. I need someone to handle Narcissa Balenciaga.”
“When you say handle, do you mean…”
“No!” Zeus blurts out. “I don’t want her dead, Harold. I’m not trying to add more bodies to your count. I know you don’t want to live that life anymore.”
Attano nods.
“Then what do you want me to do?” He asks carefully.
“Jackson Cade and the Arcadia Police Department can’t know who she is, or they’ll arrest her,” he says deep in thought. “You must keep what you know to yourself. I need you to handle him, firstly.”
That doesn’t necessarily sit well with Harold Attano.
“And then I need you to do the hard thing. I need you to beat her, Harold. I need you to make her feel pain. I need you to beat her to within an inch of her Death at Red Snow, so that she knows just how fruitless this endeavour to destroy me is.”
The Baron stands up, offering a handshake to Harold who steps up and accepts it.
“Thanks for telling me the truth,” he says with a knowing nod.
“There’s one more thing…”
Cut.
SNAPSHOT
Deep amongst the trees and bushes, in the darkness, we find the hacker slyly slithering through the undergrowth. She is being particularly careful to evade any unwanted attention.
“Aha!” she exclaims. Finally, after what appears to be a decent while, she has found what she was looking for. It’s a single storey wooden cabin, ramshackle but useable, with a porch supported by crooked struts and window shutters hanging on for dear life on rusted hinges.
As she heads inside, we start to realise this place is familiar. Although things are generally in order, there is evidence of a fight here – splintered wood and cracked glass giving it away. And on the wall? A spear hangs, old dry blood encrusted on the sharp end.
We’re at Luther Grim’s cabin in the Groves. The very same cabin that saw Grim and Drewitt obliterate each other just a couple of months ago. And right in the centre of the far wall is a fireplace.
“Just like Vision saw…” she muses, approaching it. On first glance there is nothing unusual about the fireplace, but when she crouches and looks closely, Jinx can see that one of the stones on the inside of the fireplace is not cemented in place like the others. She slowly removes it, and reaches into the nook it leaves behind.
And pulls out an old framed photo, holding it in her right hand, her thumb taking up a portion of the photo.In the photo is her brother, Thomas. A smile briefly crosses her face before it disappears again. Luther Grim is also in the photo.
“I’ll never forgive what he did to you Th-“
She stops.
As she spoke to her late brother under her breath, she shifted the photo over to her left hand, uncovering what her thumb had previously covered. She drops the frame, the glass smashing, as she exits the cabin as quickly and quietly as possible.
We zoom down onto the framed photo, where the cracks in the glass almost perfectly frame a face on the right hand side of the photo.
It’s Zeus himself!
No wonder Jinx took flight with a look of terror on her face. How deep does this go, and what exactly did her brother get himself involved with..?
Cut.
A hacker’s mission to find out the truth about her brother has led Jinx to the Third Eye’s chosen in Vision, teaming up to take on a double dose of dour in the pairing of Luther Grim and Grimskull!
Jinx is eager to go after Luther at the start, but Grimskull cuts her off with a clothesline sending the hacker to the canvas instead!
A couple stomps to the ribs later and Grimskull is immediately honed in on wearing the Fatal Error down…until she manages to escape his grasp!
Jinx hits the ropes for speed, connecting with a cross body on an unsuspecting Grimskull before staring down Luther on the apron…but this gives Grimskull an opening to drop her with a chop block!
Tag made to Luther, as the two start beating down on the hacker…but she escapes again!
She gets the tag to Vision, and chaos ensues as all four competitors go at it!
Luther and Jinx trade punches as do Grimskull and Vision, until Jinx is sent out of the ring by the Hunter…who gets caught with a lightning set of strikes by Vision for his troubles!
BLIND FURY!
Luther’s sent to the corner, but Vision gets caught with a superkick by Grimskull!
LESSON!
Vision falls back…and Jinx tags herself in!
DDOS!
Grimskull’s sent flying with a discus elbow as Luther charges for a spear!
GREAT–NO!
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Jinx with the Kinshasa and the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jinx and Vision have overcome Luther Grim and Grimskull, hopefully getting them one step closer in their respective missions!
WINNERS: VISION & JINX
THE AUTHORITY
“Jenseits der Phantasie” by Phantasialand suddenly and abruptly hits the speakers, turning all eyes from the crowd to the entrance in which a man steps out. He’s wearing a brown sportscoat and trousers, his face a look of disgust as he touches his neck brace.
After a brief pause, he walks towards the steps and carefully makes his way up them and into the ring, grabbing a microphone.
“My name is Scott Sterling Esquire,” the man says with a big shit eating grin on his face. “And I’m the new Authority in Old School Wrestling.”
The fans murmur amongst themselves in confusion. He scowls.
“Our glorious Baron has decided that the day-to-day running operations of Old School Wrestling need constant attention and therefore has appointed me as the Authority.”
There’s a boo amongst the crowd. That doesn’t please Sterling, who shuffles awkwardly with a stern look.
“I’m no wrestler – no, I wouldn’t partake in this barbaric and deplorable so called sport,” he hisses to more boos. “But where I do excel is in profitability. You see, I will make Old School Wrestling a financially viable credit earning business.”
The once tepid boos from the crowd are ever rising.
“If matches are to be made; I’ll be the one making them. Every event, every Pay Per View – every decision made that has anything to do with the day-to-day operations of Old School Wrestling will come through me, The Authority.”
He smiles.
“And believe me, I have full Authority!”
With that, the crowd are on their feet. The boos are so loud, even Sterling looks surprised.
“Next week to kick off Thunder; Death’s Lament, I will announce numerous matches for Red Snow. Until then, enjoy the rest of the show.”
“Jenseits der Phantasie” by Phantasialand hits one more time and Authority Sterling exits the ring, straightening out his jacket and heading to the backstage.
Cut.
REMOVE ALL DOUBT
We go backstage, where Sebastian Boswick can be seen scribbling something down in front of his ACA crew.
“I want you all to learn a lesson from this,” states the Chairman with a smile on his face. “Our mission as the Arcadian Censorship Authority is to do what?”
Pauline Marjorie Studebaker is the first to chime in for a response.
“To flush out the moral filth of Arcadia, of course!”
Boswick nods, his smile widening as Tucker Goode speaks up next.
“To keep Arcadia safe from itself, whether it consents or not!”
Sebastian chuckles with another nod as Mr. Kleen listens to what his Mop of Justice has to say.
“…”
Kleen laughs with a nod of his own as he relays the information to the Chairman.
“To wipe every nook and cranny of this place clean!”
“Exactly,” responds Boswick, writing down some more notes…and we now recognize the pen he’s writing with as the one he stole from Illumination Antiques. “Our goal is to remove the absolute worst things about Arcadia, and with this contract written up and signed by yours truly–“
“Stop!”
Boswick’s smile drops as a swarm of insects signals the arrival of Gemini…a sight that immediately freaks Mr. Kleen out as Nergal appears in the wake of it all, staring the Chairman down.
“What are you trying to pull, Sebastian?”
Tucker steps up, ready to intervene as he stands beside his fellow Tag Team Champion…but Boswick rests a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s okay, Mr. Goode,” states the Chairman, his smile slowly returning to him. “I’m actually glad you’re here, because I have something that may be of interest to you.”
Boswick motions to Studebaker, who hands him the paper he’s been writing on. Pauline looks at Nergal with a look of disgust as Sebastian hands over the paper to its intended recipient.
“I think you’ll find this contract sufficient,” remarks Boswick. “As discussed, once this match is concluded I will not be pestering you any further. You’ll notice I’ve not done anything drastic with the wording, as my goal here is to remove all doubt that I am worthy to be Double Feature Champion.”
Boswick motions to his crew who fall in line behind him.
“We’ll see you and Mr. Lamplight in the ring.”
With that, the ACA make their exit as Gemini looks over the contract…and a wicked grin forms on her face.
Cut.
Drewitt is… Not himself. And EMM? Well, he’s in danger. Down here in an enclosed chamber of the catacombs of Anthesteria, will EMM’s body join the cadavers down here?
Drewitt charges towards EMM and LOU THESZ PRESSES him to the ground, railing EMM with punch after punch after vicious punch, until finally Muerte is able to throw Drewitt off and scramble to his feet!!!
BAM!!!! DREWITT SPEARS MUERTE INTO THE WALL OF SKULLS!!!
El Mariachi Muerte’s back arches with pain, and Drewitt drops EMM with a SIGHTSEER!!!
IMPLANT DDT!!!
Drewitt eyes a nearby table, with candles that haven’t been lit for decades atop it. Next thing you know, EMM is TOSSED onto that table by Drewitt. The man’s fucking possessed.
DREWITT LEAPS!!!
AND EMM ROLLS OFF THE FUCKING TABLE, AND DREWITT’S SPLASH SENDS HIM CRASHING THROUGH IT!!!
Muerte eyes the door to the room, and decides that’s his only way out of this. He makes a beeline for the door!
BUT DREWITT GRABS HIM FROM BEHIND!!! He spins EMM around — grabs him by the throat!! ARDUOUS JOURNEY!!!
NO!!!!!! WHISKEY LULLABY, THE OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY!!! El Mariachi Muerte has had enough. He pulls a guitar string from his pocket and waits for Drewitt to reach his feet.
DREAM A LITTLE DREAM!!!
NO!!!
AN ELBOW FROM DREWITT!!! AN UPPERCUT!!! HE GRABS EMM BY THE THROAT!!! ARDUOUS!!! FUCKING!!! JOURNEY!!!
But Drewitt isn’t done quite yet. He picks up EMM and sends him HEADFIRST OUT THE DOOR AND INTO THE DARKNESS!!!
The crazed Drewitt has laid the smackdown tonight on El Mariachi Muerte, but it appears this story is far from over!
WINNER: DREWITT
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There’s a march happening, with at least two or three dozen men all marching confidently in one direction. All around them is a deserted wasteland, and as we bear down on them it becomes clear that it is the Third Eye, and at the very front is Vision, leading his men by example.
They pass through more sand dunes, and eventually, looming out of the distance, is a big warehouse-looking unit. We’ve been here before.
Vision is making good on his promise to return here with backup to rescue the members of the Third Eye that Grimskull abducted a couple of weeks ago.
As they approach, outside of the door is a white sheet.
“What do you want to do sir?” asks the recruit we saw with Vision before, who still has his eyes. “There is a white sheet hanging by the door. Does this mean they are giving up?”
Vision ponders for a second.
“I don’t think so,” he replies. “Not if I know him like I think I do.”
So they continue to approach. Soon they stand almost directly below the sheet. Except now they are close enough, the recruit can see that the white flag is not a white flag after all. It is in fact parts of Third Eye robes sewn haphazardly together.
And suddenly the robes drop.
Vision doesn’t even need to be able to see what is in front of him. He can feel it in his very soul.
Behind the sheet of robes, are the blackened bones of two humans.
The Third Eye members. Grimskull knew they were coming.
Vision looks absolutely furious.
Cut.
He who holds the pen holds the power, but she who holds the title holds the prestige. Can the winner of this triple threat match walk away holding both?
The bell rings and Gemini and Lamplight immediately turn their attention towards Boswick, who’s smug smile turns to a look of concern as Lamplight closes in fast and begins pummeling the ACA Chairman! Gemini is quick to join as well, stomping and pounding in unison with Lamplight until Boswick shields himself with his arms up against the ropes and offers his view of the duo—
“What has the world come to? Two mentally challenged people teaming up to screw me? Well, I am saving myself for marriage,” he quips as Lamplight and Gemini exchange a look.
“I would advise you both seek tutelage from Mr. Goode, allow me to provide you an abstinence pamphle—”
RIGHT HOOK BY LAMPLIGHT!
JUMPING KNEE BY GEMINI!
Lamplight and Gemini whip Boswick into the ropes and on the rebound Lamplight wraps Boswick up into an abdominal stretch as Gemini climbs to the top rope…
SHE LEAPS—
MISSILE DROPKICK TO BOSWICK’S EXPOSED MIDSECTION!
Boswick shrieks like a banshee as Lamplight ragdolls him out of the ring to the outside, and now Lamplight and Gemini stand toe to toe, exchange a small grin, and tie up collar and elbow!
The bigger, stronger Lamplight quickly overpowers Gemini, controlling her wrists into a wrist lock. He maneuvers her down to her knees and arches her back into a bridge, placing her wrist on the mat—
STOMP!
Gemini grabs her wrist in agony as Lamplight grapples her from behind—
THE WHOLESALE STRETCH!!
But Gemini counters into a standing switch and hops onto Lamplight’s shoulder from behind and spins—
HURACANRANA??
NO!!
Lamplight caught her right into a crucifix, and he maneuvers his arms around her neck, and sits out—
THE WIDOW’S PEAK!!!
ILLUMINATION THEORY!!!
Lamplight hooks a leg—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
Lamplight needs one more fall to win and Ms. Perrywinkle is on the apron demanding the ref’s attention as Lamplight stands up but he doesn’t see—
CHAIRSHOT TO THE LIGHT BULB!!!
BOSWICK DOMED LAMPLIGHT WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!!
Perrywinkle drops off the apron as Boswick slides the chair out of the ring and hooks Lamplight’s leg—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
Lamplight’s lights are out and it looks like nobody’s manning his shop, and so Boswick quickly covers Lamplight again, demanding the ref begin another count for a second pinfall—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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NOT LIKE THIS!!
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GEMINI BREAKS THE PIN!!
Boswick rushes Gemini, taking aim at her head—
STAMP OF APPROVAL—
BUT GEMINI DUCKED THE BIG BOOT!!
Boswick turns right into a—
CODEBREAKER!!
YIN!!
The ACA Chairman is on jelly legs, wobbling around and bouncing off the ropes as Gemini follows up with the opposite side of the coin—
YANG!!
BACKSTABBER DROPS BOSWICK!!
Gemini with the lateral press cover—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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WILL GEMINI RETAIN??
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NO!!
Lamplight drags Gemini off of Boswick and stands on her back, then proceeds to yanks both her arms backwards into a stretch—
EXPANDING THE WARES!!
Gemini is in tight spot, and from the look of it in pure agony, as Lamplight pulls with all his might! Gemini is shaking her head no as the ref asks her if she wants to submit, and it seems like a lifetime that she’s stuck in no man’s land. The ref asks her one more time…
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GEMINI FREES ONE OF HER ARMS!!
But Boswick astutely latches onto the free arm and locks in—
THE CENSORER CROSSFACE!!!
BOTH CHALLENGERS HAVE A SUBMISSION LOCKED IN HERE!!!
WILL GEMINI GIVE UP NOW???
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LAMPLIGHT STOMPS ON BOSWICK TO BREAK IT ALL UP!!!
Boswick stands up and snarls—
BUT HE TURNS RIGHT INTO A SHOTGUN DROPKICK—
SALE OF A LIFETIME BOOTS BOSWICK RIGHT THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE ONTO PERRYWINKLE!!
Lamplight gets to his feet and turns around—
DESPERATION SPRINGBOARD OFF THE ROPES BY GEMINI—
SHE SPINS LAMPLIGHT AND PLANTS HIM WITH A TORNADO DDT!!!
NERGAL’S UNLEASHED!!!
Cover—
ONE!
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TWO!!
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BOSWICK IS CURIOUSLY TANGLED UP WITH MISS PERRYWINKLE OUTSIDE—
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THREE!!!
Gemini retains, but is there anything else that she’ll gain?
WINNER AND STILL DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION: GEMINI
SAYING NOTHING
Backstage.
Harold Attano is making a focused walk through the backstage area of Olympus, heading towards the locker room area when the Old School Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion approaches.
“What have you found out?” Jackson asks, adjusting his title on his shoulder.
Harold doesn’t say anything. His eyes meet Cade’s, who looks perturbed by the silence.
“Well?” He demands. “What’s going on, Attano?”
Again, he’s saying nothing.
Jackson Cade starts getting agitated.
“There’s a lot at stake here,” he reminds his former ally. “The Uprising; the disaster at the Red Light District – this is no time for fun and games. We had a plan, Harold.”
Nobody doesn’t say a word and begins walking off, only this time Cade stops him, turning him around with force.
Attano immediately strikes with a right hand that stumbles the Champion. The Cop rushes forward and tackles Nobody to the ground as security rush into the scene to break it up.
They pull both men apart, Harold Attano readjusting himself and coldly walking away as Jackson looks on in surprise.
Harold Attano is back in Zeus’ pocket and he’s saying nothing.
Cut.
Happy Harry hangs from a pole in the corner of the ring! Felix looks at his friend then back to Burned Man with anxiety in his eyes!
Burned Man leaps on Felix immediately! He lays into the poor puppeteer with rights and lefts before whipping him across the ring and sending him to the outside with a massive lariat! Foley looks up and Burned Man leaps from the apron!
FIRE FROM THE GODS! DIVING ELBOW DROP TO FOLEY!
Maxwell rolls back into the ring and goes for Happy Harry! He gets onto the turnbuckle-
BUT THOSE BOOTS FOR MADE FOR BOOTIN’! FOLEY IS BACK IN WITH A MASSIVE BIG BOOT!
The Mummy’s skull gets sandwiched between boot and turnbuckle! Foley slams Burned Man face first off of the pole and pushes him away! He advances on him with a wild left hook!
DUCKED BY THE BURNED MAN! BACKDRAFT! SPINNING ELBOW TO FOLEY!
The Show Host collapses and Burned Man leaps onto the turnbuckle! He grabs hold of Harry!
BUT FELIX IS BACK UP! HE WANTS HIS FRIEND!
Both men battle it out on the turnbuckle! Foley headbutts Burned Man out of desperation but Maxwell refuses to fall! Friendly Felix lashes out with a kick but The Burned Man catches it!
FOLEY HAS A HAND IN HARRY! HE NAILS BURNED MAN WITH THE PUPPET OVER AND OVER UNTIL HE FALLS OFF OF THE TURNBUCKLE!
The Burned Man hits the ground and Foley frees his puppet! He has Harry!
Foley lands on the mat, cuddling his doll close.
WINNER: FELIX FOLEY
STRINGS CUT
The match is over and Foley is left cuddling his puppet, shushing him as The Burned Man looks down at him, shaking his head.
“Harry! Harry- Did he hurt you? Is your felt torn? Your suit isn’t dirty…”
“My god.” Felix’s show of affection for his puppet is interrupted by The Burned Man, the former hero can’t help but cross his arms, sighing. “You really are a child, aren’t you?”
Foley looks up, tears in his eyes as he guards Happy Harry close. “W-What?”
“You’re not even capable of malice, are you? At least not by yourself. Look at you, you’re crying over a doll-“
“Harry is a friend! A very nice, informative friend who makes children happy. Maybe he’s just a puppet to you, but to me and my viewers he’s a lovely member of the community!” Foley’s tone is more serious, but his voice isn’t raised, still seemingly comforting the doll after all he had endured.
“I’m sure. My son said you kidnapped him, but now I think I can see he may have been confused because of your friendship with Doom.”
“Former.” Foley chokes up a bit, looking away. “Former, friendship. Best friendship, actually. Are you going to try and take Harry again?”
The Burned Man simply shakes his head, heading towards the ropes. “No, I think I’ve harmed you enough. Now, do me a favor, stay away from Faith. Understood?”
Foley nods his head, Burned Man leaving him alone in the ring, reunited with his puppet.
Cut.
EL MARIACHI PRIMERO
The stairs seem to never end, descending into the very bowels of Anthesteria.
Each step El Mariachi Muerte takes is strained. The remnants of his scuffle with Drewitt are evident in the stains on his clothes and the labored rise and fall of his chest.
When he finally reaches the base of the stairs, what greets him is a bleak, cavernous chamber bathed in a cold, eerie glow.
Suddenly, from the shadowed corners, Nurse Frightengale emerges.
In chains.
Muerte’s eyes go wide as he approaches her.
“It’s a trap,” she whispers, her voice hoarse and filled with despair.
Before he can respond, a deep, sinister laughter echoes throughout the chamber. The chilling voice of Dr. Death fills the air, drowning out everything else.
“Did you truly believe that the tales of El Mariachi Primero were anything more than legends?” he taunts, his voice dripping with malice.
El Mariachi Muerte, though in pain, stands defiantly, every fiber of his being radiating anger and resilience.
“The Mariachi, creatures of myth and music, do you not wonder why you two, Life and Death, were kept apart?”
Frightengale’s chains rattle as she struggles against them.
“Don’t,” she warns him, defiance shining in her eyes.
Dr. Death chuckles darkly,
“Ah, still protecting their secrets, I see.”
“What is he talking about?” Muerte asks Vida.
“The truth that was kept from you, by both the Mariachi and your precious lover.” Dr. Death interjects.
Frightengale makes intense eye contact with Muerte, begging for his forgiveness before a word has been spoken.
“You were kept separate because you’re the failsafe. I wondered why I could not make the good nurse stay dead. It’s because no one can kill her.”
He pauses.
“No one but you, El Mariachi Muerte. Only you have the power to end Vida, and in doing so, pave the path for the Mariachi to end.”
The weight of Dr. Death’s revelation bears down on EMM. Vida holds his gaze as his resolve strengthens.
His eyes dart around the chamber, searching for an escape, for a way to free Frightengale. But the room offers no solace.
Dr. Death’s voice turns cold.
“You have a choice, Muerte. End her so that I can end you, or remain together, prisoners of your own making in his place.”
The Mariachi look at one another.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a World Championship to win, and an Olympus to stand atop.”
The room falls silent as Dr. Death has abandoned them there.
But what will the Mariachi choose to do?
Both men look absolutely furious as they stare one another down.
IMPACT BREAKER! RUNNING CORKSCREW HEADBUTT RIGHT OUT THE GATE!
Doom gets launched into the corner by the blow! Destructo Boy lays into him, stomping a mudhole in the Scientist with ill intent! The Boy Wonder pulls away, bouncing off the ropes with a running facewash!
NO! HOVER, NO BOTHER! DOOM LEVITATES OUT OF THE WAY AND NAILS A KICK TO THE SKULL OF DESTRUCTO BOY!
The Hero stumbles away and Doom lays into him with a few right hands before dropping him with a vile DDT! He lifts Destructo Boy up onto his shoulders!
IMPENDING DOOM!
NO!?
THE BURNED MAN IS AT RINGSIDE! HE GRABS DOOM’S FOOT!
The Kid slips out and grabs Doom from behind!
SHINE SPIKE! BACKDROP DRIVER!
The referee is distracted, telling Burned Man to leave and as Destructo Boy lays into Doom the Mad Doctor capitalizes!
MAD MONOLOGUE! HE DRONES ON AS DRONES PELT DESTRUCTO BOY!
Doom leaps up, whipping The Boy Wonder into the ropes and nailing him with a terrifying clothesline! He wants to go for the end as he goes to the corner and begs Destructo Boy to rise!
BURNED MAN SHOVES HIM FROM THE APRON!
DOOM STUMBLES FORWARD INTO THE FINAL SPIRIT! FLASH ROCK BOTTOM!
Destructo Boy covers!
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With the help of his father, Destructo Boy puts Doom down for the count!
WINNER: DESTRUCTO BOY
SARAH, II
Though the match is over, Doom looks far from finished. Burned Man slides into the ring at Destructo Boy’s side, father and son ready to brawl.
“What’s on the flash drive, Doom? I know you know something about my mother. It’s on this, isn’t it?” Destructo Boy sneers, holding the drive up. Doom, however, merely scoffs.
“As I said before, you’re a fool.”
DRONES FROM ALL SIDES! TASERS NAIL BOTH MEMBERS OF BURNING JUSTICE AND THEY COLLAPSE IN A HEAP!
Doom waltzes forwards, grabbing his drive from the helpless Destructo Boy and pocketing it. “I never captured you because I had information on your mother, boy. You were a guinea pig, a lab rat for my experiments.”
“But the drive-“
“Holds the schematics for my MK.II drone design, boy. Ever since you escaped you’ve been a little thorn in my side, if only I knew it was because you were so blinded by your own assumptions.” Doom pockets his schematics, turning to look at The Burned Man and placing a boot on his head.
“You would do well to keep your brat under control, Maxwell. I want you both to know, I have no information on the boy’s mother. Your boy wonder was only in my possession to see what would happen when someone like him was dipped into the chemicals that created my best self. But I suppose one cannot multiply a zero and expect results.”
Both members of Burning Justice still convulse from the shocks, Doom exiting the ring with little care for their groans of pain, his drones quickly following.
Cut.
THE REASON WHY
Sometime Earlier
An undisclosed location.
Cloaked members of the Uprising stand guard outside a locked door. Inside the confines of the room they guard, we find Colt Ramsey. He sits on an iron bed, watching the locked door and waiting. A tally of marks on the wall next to the bed suggest that Colt’s been here for over a week. Captured by the Uprising.
That’s why he didn’t answer Narcissa’s call-out last week. A thump on the door announces the arrival of someone unseen.
“Food time.”
The gruff voice of one of Colt’s captors announces to him, and Colt stands, backing up against the far wall of the small room. Moments later, the door swings open and two Uprising members step inside, holding a tray of slop.
Colt smirks, then charges forward. He shoulder tackles one of the guards into the concrete wall of the cell, tipping the food tray and the slop of his dinner into the other Uprising member’s face, temporarily blinding him.
Stepping out of the cell, Colt slams the door shut, trapping both Uprising members inside the room. Shouts of alarm sound around the compound he is being held within and three more Uprising members come running towards him. Colt looks at the trio, a little puzzled.
“I thought there’d be more of you.”
Shrugging his shoulders, he meets the trio head on. Colt slams the first attacker into a wall, tripping the second with a leg sweep.
ROLLING CUTTER! B-ROLL DROPS THE THIRD UPRISING MEMBER!
With two incapacitated, the one who had been tripped stands once more.
COLT GRABS HIM INTO A SWINGING REVERSE DDT! THAT’S A WRAP!
All three men are down and Colt dusts himself off.
“Now, if you don’t mind… I have a match to get to.”
With nobody else to hold him here, Colt simply walks away. He’s got a meeting to get to, and doesn’t want to keep Narcissa or Harold Attano waiting too long.
Cut.
The mystery of the Uprising has aggravated Nobody to no end for weeks now but he seemingly found its leader thanks to Zeus, tonight.
The bell sounds as Attano rushes forward, nearly snapping Colt’s knee in half with a brutal Kneecap basement dropkick that sends him screaming to the mat in agony. Attano can’t follow up though as he’s peppered with heavy kicks by Narcissa before a leaping crane stuns him as she leaps into the air for some
FAST FASHION!
Narcissa rushes to the ropes, looking to bounce off and follow up but she runs right into a brutal Lariat!
Balenciaga staggers up into a flurry of lefts and rights from Colt before he tries to whip her across the ring but she reverses the irish whip, delivering a drop toe hold as he comes off the other side, dropping him throat first onto the middle rope as she rushes up, catwalking up his back before trying for the Tiger Feint but Colt catches her mid swing!
Ramsey holds her across his chest, Narcissa trying to fight out as Colt gets to his feet, throwing her overhead right into a Meteora on a rising Attano! Narcissa doesn’t get to turn around thou as she’s gripped by Colt from behind as he tries for some B-Roll but Narcissa slips out, drilling him with a High Fashion Spinning Heel before backing up into the corner.
The Designer is looking for a picture perfect finish as Colt slowly rises to his feet, Narcissa rushing forward and nails
BLUE STEEL!
Meteora to the back of the skull but Attano is behind her, grabbing Narcissa in a headlock and dragging her down into the Code of Silence! Narcissa tries to fight out but she’s trapped and forced to tap out!
Mr Nobody picks up the big victory here, overcoming Narcissa and Colt. But this is surely just the start.
WINNER: HAROLD ATTANO
RECRUITMENT DAY
The arena flashes red as sirens blare over the speakers, obnoxiously deafening everyone inside Olympus. The Tag Team Champions, Sebastian Boswick and Tucker Goode are first out into the entrance area, shortly followed thereafter by Pamela Marjorie Studebaker and Mr. Kleen.
The Arcadian Censorship Authority make their way to the ring, ignoring the boos from this sold out capacity Olympus crowd.
Surprisingly, it’s not Boswick who takes the microphone.
It’s Mr. Kleen, holding a microphone in one hand and the mop of justice in the other.
“I know… I will…” he mutters to his mop, talking with it. Upon realizing that he’s being watched, he stops and clears his throat. “I’m here announce an impromptu recruitment day!”
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“The Arcadian Censorship Authority are opening their recruitment for one very special person and I’d like to invite him out here to formally review our offer and join our great organisation.”
The fans boo again, naturally.
“The Yellow Python,” he announces. “Please come on out.”
A few moments of silence as the ACA look at one another.
“Snakes” by PVRIS begins to play over the speakers, and as the beat drops the lights flash yellow, the spotlight shining down onto The Yellow Python doing a heroic pose!
He quickly makes his way down to the stage, hopping up the ring steps and enthusiastically entering the ring.
“I look at you and see great potential, buddy,” Kleen says, giving a thumbs up with his microphone hand. “I know you’re not like the rest of these vile unclean seriously in need of our help people.”
The fans boo. The Yellow Python retrieves a microphone.
“I’m not sure you should talk about these people that way,” Python says to cheers from the crowd. That doesn’t sit well with the ACA. “I don’t mean any disrespect, my dude, but I don’t think these people want your so called help.”
“FUUUUCCCCKKKK OFFFF!”
“FUUUUCCCCKKKK OFFFF!”
“FUUUUCCCCKKKK OFFFF!”
“I don’t want to repeat that,” he says with a chuckle. “But I think it speaks for itself, right?”
Mr. Kleen argues with the Mop of Justice, leading Boswick to carefully take possession of it.
“I know all about you,” Kleen says angrily, pointing at the masked visor of the Python. “I know your dirty little secrets. You’re just as covered in muck and mire as the rest of these people!”
The Python shrugs, stepping in.
“If that’s true, then you ought to know to Beware The Serpent.”
MOP OF JUSTICE TO THE SKULL!
Boswick slams the mop down over the head of the Yellow Python, sending him crashing to the canvas. Kleen immediately amounts him, pounding away violently as the crowd boo and hiss.
“You don’t want to join us!?” Kleen shouts, slamming fist after fist into the skull of his now enemy.
PMS pulls him away as Tucker Goode appears to be sliding tables into the ring. They set them up near the turnbuckle, placing The Yellow Python atop. Studebaker heads to the top rope and sits there, looking down as Goode and Boswick pull Pythons arms and legs to restraint him.
Meanwhile, an angry Mr. Kleen climbs up the outside of the turnbuckles and onto the shoulders of Pamela! That’s at least twelve feet off the ground!
Oh man. What the fuck is this? Pamela stands, carefully standing up with Kleen on her shoulders.
SWANTON BOMB!
SWANTON BOMB THROUGH THE YELLOW PYTHON AND THROUGH THE FUCKING TABLE!
THESE ASSHOLES ARE SUPPOSED TO DEPLORE VIOLENCE! WHAT THE FUCK!
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
As the crowd rise in uproar, PMS hops down off the turnbuckles and helps Mr. Kleen back to his feet, watching as the Python writhes in agony. Sebastian Boswick retrieves the microphone and stands proudly in the middle of the ring.
“The Yellow Python, if that is your real name,” he mutters furiously. “You are hereby censored by the Arcadian Censorship Authority. Providing a better tomorrow for you, today.”
He tosses the microphone aside.
Cut.
WHO’S THE REAL VILLAIN HERE?
The House of Sovereigns.
As Zeus walks the halls of his home with a purpose, he marches towards the room in which his son Hercules is being kept. Guarding the door is old familiar, a friendly face in Ares.
“He’s waiting for you,” The Bodyguard says, stepping aside.
Zeus puts his hand on the door handle but stops short of opening it, turning instead to face his friend and guardian.
“Why haven’t you asked?” He says with his head lowered.
Ares folds his arms.
“I figured you had your reasons, Baron,” he replies with a stern expression. “My duty is to serve you and only you. We’ve been through it all and you’ve never asked more of me than I was able to handle.”
Zeus nods.
“We have, haven’t we?” He agrees with a smile. “I hope you understand why I’ve had to keep this secret, old friend.”
They share a look with a knowing nod before Zeus opens the door and walks in, grabbing a chair and pulling it up into the middle of the room. Hercules is reluctantly sat opposite.
“Isn’t it funny that people of the Uprising think I’m a vicious dictator, yet here you are, alive?” He muses with a sinister smile. “I loved my family, Herc; you must know that. I loved Hera with all my heart, and she betrayed me. I gave everything I could to Artemis and she too betrayed me.”
Hercules shakes his head.
“And then there’s you; my only son. I wanted to do better by you, but you gave me no choice but to abandon you. I had to turn you out, boy. You wanted to become the leader of Arcadia and I couldn’t allow that. I just couldn’t.”
“Am I supposed to be sympathetic?” Herc says with a growl and a shrug. “You lost your wife because she’s a cunt. She always was a cunt, pop. You lost Artemis because you were a terrible fucking father and you lost me because you were afraid of my strength.”
The Baron leans in. They’re both leaning in.
“Watch your mouth,” Zeus whispers angrily.
“Or what?” Hercules replies. “You’ll have me killed? You’ll make me an outcast… again?”
Zeus sighs.
“You played your hand when you saved me, pop. You want me to believe that you’re the innocent victim in all this, but who’s the real villain here?”
The Baron abruptly stands up and marches towards the door in anger, kicking his chair away as he does.
“It ain’t fucking me!” Hercules screams after him. “It ain’t.. FUCKING… ME!”
Slam.
Cut.
What does the OSW World Championship mean to Cade, Tombstone, and Dr. Death? What lengths will they go to be called Champion? What will they endure to hold the Title? So many questions that will be answered in one match.
The bell sounds as The Doctor and The Cop both jump on The Ferryman slamming him back first into the corner. Cade laying in rights to the skull of The Gravedigger while Death unloads by delivering repeated boots to the gut of the big man. But it seems to do nothing except piss Tombstone off as he explodes from the corner, shoving both his opponents across the ring. However, Jackson and Luchadoc are quickly back to their feet attempting to bum-rush the Courier of the Dead again…
*BAM!*
Fingertip Uppercut to the leveling Jackson Cade!
Followed by the same to Luchadeath!
And The Ferryman drops Cade again with the Uppercut!
Then The Doctor again!
Then Cade!
The Doctor follows!
THE FERRYMAN’S KNOCKING AND PERSEUS AND THE DOCTOR ARE ROCKED!
Tombstone looks to capitalize on the dazed state of The Arcadian Office looking for the Jacknife Powerbomb!
ODE…
TO…
DEFIBRILLATION!
THE SPINNING HEART PUNCH FROM OUT OF NOWHERE STAGGERS THE FERRYMAN AND CADE LANDS ON HIS FEET!
INCENDIARY ROUND! THE BULLHAMMER ELBOW TO THE BACK OF TOMBSTONE’S SKULL AND FINALLY THE COURIER CRUMBLES!
No rest for the Patrolman though as Luchadoc flies in with a Springboard Crossbody Block into the cover!
ONE…
TWO…
KICK-OUT WITH AUTHORITY BY THE CHAMP!
The Doc quickly jumps to his feet and starts in with boots to the chest…
STOMP!
STOMP!
STOMP!
STOMP!
STAYIN’ ALIVE, STAYIN’ ALIVE!
STOMP!
STOMP!
STOMP!
STOMP!
DOCTOR DEATH IS STAYIN’ ALIIIIVE! BY STOMPING A MUDHOLE IN JACKSON CADE WITH CHEST COMPRESSIONS!
And The Good Doctor looks pleased with himself but rising from the dead behind him is the monster Tombstone, and Luchadoc is none the wiser until he turns around…
*WA-BAM!*
STRAIGHT INTO THE BOSSMANSLAM!
DOCTOR DEATH CANNOT RUN FROM THE FERRYMAN!
TOMBSTONE STANDS TURNING HIS ATTENTION TO…
JACKSON CADE COMES RUSHING IN…
BREACH AND CLEAR!
THE SLING BLADE HITS THE MARK ON THE FERRYMAN!
Who sits straight up staring a hole through Perseus as we see Luchadeath roll onto the ring apron.
Cade looks to level a Running Penalty Kick on Tombstone, but the Ferryman intercepts the foot of Champ as he clambers to his feet while still clutching one of Jackson’s.
The Courier of the Dead pulls Jackson in, turning him upside down looking for the Tombstone Piledriver…
BUT FROM THE APRON SPRINGBOARDING IN WITH A FRONT FLIP COMES DOCTOR DEATH…
AND ASSISTS WITH SPIKING JACKSON CADE ON HIS FUCKING HEAD!
DEATH SPIKED ELYSIUM FIELDS!
Now both The Ferryman and The Doctor start fighting over the prone body of Jackson Cade, exchanging lefts and rights until Tombstone gets the upper hand sending Luchadoc into the ropes. The Ferryman looks for the Big Boot, ducked by Doc de la Muerte who keeps the momentum…
HANDSPRING…
HEARTPUNCH MID-HANDSPRING, SOUL TAKER!
TOMBSTONE FALLS INTO THE COVER!
ONE…
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TWO…
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NEW CHAMP?
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JACKSON’S FIRST DEFENSE IS HIS LAST?
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NO! CADE STANDS UP LONG ENOUGH TO COLLAPSE ONTO TOMBSTONE TO BREAK UP THE COVER!
The Ferryman pulls Jackson off the pile and quickly sets him up…
ODE…
TO…
CHARON…
JACKNIFE POWERBOMB…
DIRECTLY ONTO DR. DEATH!
THE COURIER OF THE DEAD INTO THE COVER AGAIN THIS TIME ON CADE…
ONE…
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CADE’S NOT MOVING!
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TWO…
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IS CADE’S REIGN OF HOPE OVER?
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THREE!
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WAIT…
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PERSEUS’ FOOT SLIPPED UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE THE REFEREE WAIVES OFF THE PIN THIS MATCH WILL CONTINUE!
Tombstone gets in the face of the referee backing him to ropes on the other side of the ring staring him down but when he turns around…
LETHAL INJECTION!
SURPRISE HANDSPRING CUTTER BY DOCTOR DEATH!
WAIT…
INCOMING…
JACKSON CADE’S A SCREAMING EAGLE NAILING A PICTURE-PERFECT ELBOW DROP TO TOMBSTONE!
Perseus and Doc de la Muerte lock eyes and it’s on as Luchadoc goes for a Double Leg Takedown but…
IT’S A TRAP!
CADE PULLED GUARD AND LOCKED IN THE KIMURA WITH THE BODY SCISSORS, THREAT CONTAINMENT!
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WILL LUCHADOC TAP?
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PERSEUS SINKS THE HOLD IN DEEPER!
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WE HEAR LUCHADEATH SCREAM IN PAIN!
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AS HE ROLLS CADE ONTO HIS SHOULDERS WHILE IN THE HOLD!
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ONE…
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TWO…
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JACKSON’S FORCED TO RELEASE THE HOLD AND KICKS DR. DEATH BACK…
Directly into the waiting arms of Tombstone who hits a Spinebuster on Doc de la Muerte. Cade looks to Capitalize on the distracted Tombstone with a flying Cross Body Block only to be caught and hit with a Fallaway Slam the momentum of which carries Cade to the stage floor.
And once again the Ferryman turns his attention to Dr. Death peeling him off the canvas and bringing Luchadoc back to his feet. Tombstone wraps his arms around Luchadeath lifting him off his feet with a Bearhug as The Courier of the Dead begins to pace back and forth.
TOMBSTONE HAS A SOUL TO CARRY AND IT’S DR. DEATH!
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LUCHADOC THROWS DOWN FISTS ON THE TOP OF THE FERRYMAN’S HEAD…
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THE COURIER OF THE DEAD JUST SQUEEZES TIGHTER…
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DOC DEL LA MUERTE’S SHOTS GROW WEAKER…
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UNTIL THEY STOP…
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AND TOMBSTONE CONTINUES PACE…
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THE REF RUSHES IN TO CHECK THE ARM OF DR. DEATH AS TOMBSTONE TURNS AROUND…
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*CRACK!*
JACKSON CADE SLIDES IN WITH HIS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP AND CROWNS THE COURIER OF THE DEAD WITH IT SPLITTING THE RING KING OPEN WHILE DROPPING HIM AT THE SAME TIME!
Jackson drops the Championship as Dr. Death pulls himself to his feet. Cade’s waiting, he’s got Luchadoc in his sights…
*KA-RAK!*
LEAPING SUPERKICK!
DEATH IS THE HOSTILE DOWN!
But the other hostile has risen from the grave, Tombstone, bloody, and battered is staring down Perseus.
GOOZLE!
FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS!
FALLING CHOKESLAM DRIVES CADE DIRECTLY ONTO HIS CHAMPIONSHIP HEAD FUCKING FIRST!
TOMBSTONE HOOKS THE LEG!
ONE…
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HAS JACKSON BEEN UNDONE BY HIS OWN CHAMPIONSHIP?
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TWO…
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DEATH STRUGGLES UP AND DIVES AT TOMBSTONE…
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TOO LITTLE…
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TOO LATE…
THREE!
Tombstone has done it! He’s elevated his position from Ring King to Champion! How will he use his reign to show that he’s more than just the Ferryman, and how will this all impact his relationship with Igor Mortis?
WINNER AND NEW OSW WORLD CHAMPION: TOMBSTONE
THE END OF ALL THIS
As Tombstone stands in the middle of the ring, his brand new OSW World Heavyweight Championship proudly upon his shoulder, he has no idea what his mentor is doing.
As the fans chant his name, Igor frogmarches a bound Drewitt through a darkened set of alleyways somewhere in the Slums.
“You know you can’t kill me,” he groans at Igor, who pushes him forward. “Haven’t we done this dance before?”
Igor shakes his head.
“I thought that’s what I had to do. I did,” Igor admits. “And that’s why you and my boy have been through the Underworld and back.”
“Not literally,” Drewitt scoffs with a sarcastic tone.
They continue walking, finally coming to a halt outside a small compound with a chain-link fence.
Drewitt stops, surveying a place he hasn’t been before.
“Whatever you’re gonna do, you don’t have to do it. We’ve got our history but…”
Igor interrupts, ignoring him whilst stepping forward as the door behind the chain-link fence opens.
“I’ve brought him,” he says sternly, tossing a set of keys over the fence. “He’s all yours. That should be the end of all this.”
Igor abruptly turns around and begins walking away, leaving Drewitt before a strange man that we don’t get to see, and whom he’s not seen before.
“Come inside, son,” the man motions, opening the gate.
Cut.
THE RESCUE PARTY
Deathrow Wrestling.
In the middle of the ring, surrounded by convicts, Max Meadows stands with a microphone in his hand. On their knees behind him, CJ Thorpe, Prophet and Amataga Tuga are kneeling, their hands cuffed behind their backs.
On the ring apron, making sure no-one enters the ring are none other than Roderick Pym, Nox, Lucky Landucci and Haywire.
“We’ve all heard the story, right?” Max roars angrily into the microphone. “The fuckin’ Uprising of Deathrow, huh?”
He turns around to look at his captives.
“Look at em,” he shouts. “Fucking look at em.”
Haywire enters the ring with a baseball bat in hand, swinging it wildly and excitedly as he does. With Meadows pacing, he makes his way behind Prophet, Amataga and CJ Thorpe.
“This pathetic Uprising ends now,” Meadows decides, turning around to face those who’ve betrayed the Deathrow roster in his eyes. “Let the culling begin.”
Haywire steps behind Prophet, the bat raised above his head.
“You chose this,” Max says pointing a finger in his face. “You chose it!”
With a nod in the direction of Haywire, the Laughing Maniac drives the baseball bat down onto the head of Prophet.
He wobbles.
AGAIN!
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”
BLOOD SPLATTERS ACROSS THE CANVAS!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
Prophet has been bludgeoned to fucking death! Holy god damn shit. The Rapper falls forward into a pool of his own blood and brain matter. The Deathrow crowd are hooting and hollering like a bunch of sickos!
Haywire with a blood dripping bat giggles maniacally, blood splattered over his laughing face. He steps next behind Amataga Tuga, watching as Max Meadows kneels before him.
“Are you going to tell me who your accomplices are?” He demands to know, looking Tuga dead between the eyes. “You were seen and heard aligning yourself with two others, Amataga. You’re not the demon anymore, son. Who the fuck are your partners?”
Amataga spits at him.
“Fuck you!” He says scornfully, taking a moment to look towards Prophet’s bloodied carcass.
Meadows gets up and scoffs, nodding at Haywire.
WHAM!
BASEBALL BAT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
ANOTHER! ANOTHER! ANOTHER!
IT’S A FUCKING MASSACRE!
Haywire caves Amataga Tuga’s head in with that fucking baseball bat. Laughing with every horrifying blow, Amataga’s head turns to mush, a massive dent where his skull used to be.
With blood and brain matter all over the canvas, the hollering crowd at ringside are loving every minute of this murderous fucking nightmare. Max Meadows and Haywire have killed two fucking people here.
Max steps towards his nemesis; a man he has long warred with in CJ Thorpe. He looms over him proudly; defiantly.
“Did you wanna know a little secret, CJ?” He asks. Thorpe looks across at the bodies and then back up at him, nodding. “The reason why your best friend isn’t here is because he wasn’t really your best friend at all.”
Thorpe’s eyes widen.
“Jasper is your brother’s nemesis. Zeus told me everything,” he says with a chuckle. “This entire time, Redgrave has been using you. He’s been trying to turn you into a carbon copy of himself to spite your brother. The reason he isn’t with you is because he knows better when he’s beaten.”
There’s a look of disbelief on the face of Thorpe, who lowers his head. He knows that his time has come to an end. Max backs away and nods at Haywire, commissioning the end.
The Laughing Man steps back, lifting the bat.
“Enough,” a voice suddenly and abruptly interrupts. Everyone turns their attention to the cell block where Jasper Redgrave appears.
He stops short of the ring, watching as Nox, Pym and Landucci invite him to enter.
“The Deathrow Uprising is over!” He admits. “You’ve made that clear. But murder is my speciality, Max. Do you know who I am and what I’m capable of? It seems you’ve been told about me.”
Redgrave smirks as Meadows gulps.
“I thought as much,” he says with a shrug of the shoulder. “There’s not a place you can run or hide where I won’t find you and take you apart. If the clown swings that bat at my friend, I’ll not only paint this cell block with you, but when I escape and I inevitably will, your entire family will become masterpieces of mine.”
Max walks to the ropes and leans over, flanked by his crew.
“I know exactly who you are and what you’re capable of, Jasper. The question is; can you get through my men to stop me?”
Nox, Haywire, Roderick Pym and Lucky Landucci stand tall.
“That’s not the question,” he retorts. Suddenly, Victor Doom, Aster Grey, Harvey Escher and Dahlia Black step out alongside him. “The question is; can you escape when we storm that ring and I paint the canvas with you?”
Meadows looks at his crew and the ones that stand opposed.
“It’s clear this needs to end,” Max admits. “But not tonight. I’ll give all of you free passes to walk away and take Thorpe with you.”
Jasper nods.
“And I’ll give you a few weeks to recover and ready yourselves. Because in three weeks time, CJ Thorpe will defend the Deathrow Championship in a fight to the death against me.”
The surrounding prisoners cheer.
“That’s not all. Because you, Doom, Black, Grey and Escher will take on Roderick Pym, Nox, Haywire, Lucky Landucci and a special guest of my choosing in a five on five match!”
With the prisoners cheering and chanting, Redgrave looks at his assembled teammates who nod in agreement and nods back.
“Let’s end this,” he declares.
Cut.