WARZONE #373
Invasion XI
This week at our eleventh annual Invasion, eight participants head into the sensational Invasion Match with an opportunity at earning a shot at the OSW World Heavyweight Championship!
The Ashes of the Pantheon
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Screams.
The world was a cacophony of agony, terror, and destruction. Ears rang with the aftermath of the explosion, a shrill, piercing tone that drowned out everything else. Smoke choked the air, thick and heavy, rolling in waves over the shattered remains of the Pantheon Meeting Room. Flames licked hungrily at the debris, casting flickering shadows over broken bodies, torn limbs, and crumbling stone.
Ares moved first.
His body ached, minor burns searing his arms and face, but he pushed through the pain. His focus was locked on one thing—Zeus.
Through the swirling soot and fire, he found him. The great Baron Zeus lay among the wreckage, his white and golden robes torn and singed, his once-commanding presence reduced to stillness.
“Come on, old friend,” Ares muttered, wrapping his arms under Zeus' shoulders and dragging him from the blaze. His boots scraped against the broken marble floor, muscles straining as he pulled the unconscious ruler into the hallway.
He knelt beside him, shaking him roughly. “Wake up,” Ares growled, voice raw. “Zeus, dammit—wake up!”
Nothing.
Zeus remained still, his chest rising and falling in slow, shallow breaths. Ares clenched his jaw. Not dead, but close.
He had no time to wait.
With a final glance at the fallen leader, Ares turned and plunged back into the inferno.
The carnage was worse than he thought.
The once-grand chamber was now a graveyard of fire and ruin. His boots crunched over shattered stone and something wetter, softer. Blood. Flesh. Bodies that weren’t whole anymore.
Then—his eyes caught something in the rubble.
A mask.
Doom’s mask.
It was cracked and charred, the intricate metalwork blackened by the explosion. But Doom—Hephaestus himself—was nowhere to be seen. No body. No movement. Just the mask.
Ares’ fingers curled around it, a cold weight settling in his gut. Doom was gone.
His vision swam. The smoke grew thicker, clawing at his lungs. His knees wobbled. His body begged for air.
Then—hands.
Two figures seized him, yanking him from the wreckage.
Coughing, gasping, he stumbled into the hallway, the burning ruins behind him. He blinked away the haze, his vision clearing enough to see his saviors..
Narcissa. Nox.
Nox turned, eyes scanning the wreckage. “I have to go back,” he rasped, already moving. “Doom—”
Ares stopped him.
“He’s gone,” Ares said, his voice rough. Slowly, painfully, he lifted the mask. “This is all that’s left.”
Nox froze. His hands trembled as he took the mask from Ares. His sigh was deep, aching, carrying a pain that words couldn’t hold.
Narcissa’s expression twisted into rage. “Who did this?” she demanded, her voice sharp as a blade.
Ares didn’t answer. Nox tightened his grip on the mask, his sorrow hardening into something more dangerous.
“I swear vengeance,” Nox murmured, his voice cold as death itself.
The three turned to Zeus, still unconscious on the ground.
The Pantheon had fallen.
And whoever had done this…
Would pay.
A Debt to the Dead
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Invasion! The crowd are on their feet here in Olympus and boy do we have a show for you tonight.
MATT RUBY: I don't know about you or anyone else, I've been worried all week about what we saw at Warzone. Is Zeus okay?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I have no idea. Reports coming out of the area suggest there were survivors. We're gonna have to wait to find out who made it and who didn't, Matt. Meanwhile, I hear we're heading somewhere... special.
The air in the Underworld was thick with the scent of decay, the silence only broken by the distant wails of lost souls. Tombstone moved through the gloom with purpose, his massive frame casting long shadows against the flickering torchlight.
At the end of the path, a figure waited—a Grim Reaper, shrouded in a tattered black cloak, his skeletal fingers curled around the hilt of a rusted scythe. His hollow gaze fixed on the former Ferryman.
“You shouldn't be here,” the Reaper rasped.
Tombstone stepped forward. “I'm here for someone. Someone that shouldn't be here either."
The Reaper tilted his head. “And why should I care? You have a job to do. Go and do it.”
Tombstone's crimson eyes burned. “Because I made a deal with them.” He clenched his fists. "And my deals are binding by the power I once held. You know this more than anyone.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I can't believe Tombstone has the courage to stand before The Grim Reaper and make demands.
MATT RUBY: Who'd he make a deal with, that's what I want to know. On who's behalf is he here for?
A heavy silence fell between them. The Reaper's grip on his scythe tightened. “You are no longer the Ferryman. You have no claim here. Gather your title and your chains, and we can discuss such matters. Until then, I have no need to assist you further.”
Tombstone’s voice rumbled like distant thunder. “I can't move on until I right this wrong.”
The Reaper exhaled a hollow sigh. “Stubborn as ever,” he muttered.
A long pause. Then, reluctantly, the Reaper raised a bony hand, his voice carrying the weight of the Underworld itself.
“I will return them to Arcadia,” he said. “But hear me, Ezra—this is the first and last time I will do such a thing.” His gaze darkened. “This goes against the very fabric of death.”
Tombstone said nothing, only nodding.
The Reaper extended his hand, and the shadows trembled.
Somewhere in the abyss, a soul stirred—rising, returning—torn from the depths of the Underworld by a debt yet to be paid.
But which soul was it?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Holy crap! He did it! Tombstone has managed to get someone brought back from the dead... but who?
MATT RUBY: It could be anyone!
MATT RUBY: Up next is the loss of the NXT Level Championship on tap, as Mighty Mighty is about to lose his title back to former Champion Red!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Is that your betting line there Ruby, because I’m not a betting man but I’ll eat my hat if Mighty doesn’t put up a helluva fight here tonight, Ruby!
MATT RUBY: I’ll eat my shorts if that Chunk of Funk defends that Championship!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: He has Klaus Way sitting ringside as motivation here Matt and we know what happens when you let Way down, so do you want to change that?
MATT RUBY: ...No.
Referee Mills Stanton calls for the bell as Klaus Way and Mighty share a look before the Big Man takes off like a shot battering The Concierge with rights and lefts before whipping Red violently into the corner. Mighty follows it up Splashing The Man in the Hat causing him to fall into a seated position in the corner as The Big Chunk of Funk dances a convulsing shimmy before rushing back at Red with a Hip Attack slamming his giant hip into the skull of The Concierge!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: RED JUST CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF THE REAR VIEW!
Mighty runs across the ring again slamming his back into the opposite corner before rushing the Man in the Hat again!
CANNON BALL! THE FULL WEIGHT OF MIGHTY CRUSHES RED AS THE BIG MAN APPEARS DETERMINED TO DEFEND HIS CHAMPIONSHIP!
Mighty pulls a sputtering and spitting Red back to his feet and sends him up and over with a standing Back Body Drop!
MATT RUBY: HIGH AND ZEUS DAMN MIGHTY! COME ON RED GET BACK INTO THIS!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: So much for being impartial Matt, but there was no momentum needed there that was pure Mighty Mighty Power!
Mighty covers Red and Mills slides in to make the count!
ONE!
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TWO!
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SHOULDER UP!
MATT RUBY: Red’s still in this fight!
The Big Chunk of Funk pulls Red off the canvas but Red manages to drive his thumb to the eye of the big man taking him off balance and hitting the ropes...
Clothesline!
From!
Hel...
CAUGHT IN A SPINNING BLACKHOLE FUCKING SLAM!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: MERRY-GO-BOOM! HUGE SLAM THERE FROM MIGHTY SQUARED!
MIGHTY LAYS ON TOP OF RED AND MILLS MAKES THE COUNT ONCE MORE!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-
FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Mighty shakes his head earnest frustration setting in as he drags the lifeless carcass of The Concierge of Crime back to his feet. Mighty starts laying in jabs to Red who’s barely keeping himself standing before doing the Locomotion Shuffle and cracking Red between the eyes with the Bionic Elbow!
THE MIGHTY SHUFFLE – SENDS RED STAGGERING INTO THE ROPES AND INTO THE SWINGING ROCK BOTTOM!
THE MIGHTY CAROUSELL!
Mighty considers the cover but catches a glimpse of Klaus staring intently watching the action.
MATT RUBY: What the hell was that about? He should just go for the cover!
Mighty peels the Concierge off the mat and straight into a Pop-Up Powerbomb!
MIGHTY FUCKIN’ BOMB NEARLY LEAVES AN INDENTATION IN THE CANVAS! MIGHTY MAKES THE COVER AGAIN!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That last move was a statement!
MATT RUBY: That was an exclamation point!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Now, I have a recipe for a good Bar-B-Que Sauce that would pair well with those boxer shorts of yours Matt!
MATT RUBY: We didn't shake on it, you ancient fossil.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Typical Ruby, welching on a bet.
MATT RUBY: Do the world a favor and kick rocks, BB.
A Deal's A Deal
The crowd was still buzzing, the energy inside the arena electric after the war that had just unfolded. Mighty Mighty, battered and exhausted, stood tall in the center of the ring, his NXT Level Championship draped over his shoulder.
Across from him, Red, the ruthless criminal kingpin, leaned against the ropes, grinning despite his loss.
Mighty wiped sweat from his brow and pointed at him.
"Do it now." His voice was hoarse, but his demand was clear.
Red chuckled, shaking his head.
“Oh, Mighty,” he said, adjusting his jaw. “I would… but I got a better offer.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That god dang snake!
MATT RUBY: He's a shrew operator, BB. If a better deal was on the table, why wouldn't he take it?
A chill ran through Mighty’s spine.
Then—applause.
Slow, deliberate clapping echoed through the arena as Klaus Way stepped into the ring.
The Ringmaster of The Way & Co, a wicked grin stretching across his face, stepped forward with glee. He gave a mocking wave as two figures emerged upon the entrance ramp.
Ajax the Adonis and Damien Solus.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What's the meaning of this!?
They pushed a large steel cage down it, its bars thick, its door wide open.
Mighty’s eyes narrowed.
Klaus, all swagger and showmanship, put on a display for the crowd. "Mighty, Mighty, Mighty," he said, shaking his head. "Did you really think you could slither away from me?"
Mighty’s fists clenched. “You paid him off?”
Red gave him a mock bow. “Handsomely,” he confirmed.
The crowd booed loudly, realizing the betrayal that had taken place.
Klaus sighed theatrically, pacing the ring. "You signed a contract, Mighty," he said, wagging a finger. "And the only way out... is to do exactly as I say. No exceptions."
He pointed to the cage.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Don't do it Mighty!
MATT RUBY: Go on you big idiot, step inside. I bet there's food in there, big boy.
“Now. Get in.”
Mighty looked at Klaus, then at the cage, then back at Red, who simply shrugged.
The crowd roared in protest, shouting for Mighty to fight back.
But… he couldn’t.
He had no choice.
With a grimace, he stepped forward.
Each step felt heavier, the moment stretching, the weight of defeat settling in his chest.
He reached the edge of the cage… and stepped inside.
The door slammed shut.
The lock clicked.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: No!! Mighty... what have you done!?
MATT RUBY: He had no choice, Bronc. Klaus Way is just too smart for the oversized chunk of fun. How much fun is he gonna have playing with himself in there? Nevermind, I just realized how much fun I'd have playing with myself. He'll be fine.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You disgust me almost as much as Klaus does.
Ajax and Solus grabbed the cage, dragging Mighty away, his fingers gripping the bars as he stared daggers at Klaus, who simply laughed.
The Ringmaster had won again.
Momma and Son
The Doom Factory.
Inside a pit of cold steel and endless shadows. Felix Foley and Momma Foley sit slumped against the wall, their bodies weak, their stomachs empty.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Oh no, I didn’t even think of this. Who can find these two if Doom is...?
Felix wipes sweat from his brow. “Days, Momma. Days. Doom’s drones dropped me here with you, and since then? Nothing.” His voice sharpens. “Guess he’s too scared to face me.”
MATT RUBY: I guess the silver lining in all this is that the Foley’s will be out of our hair forever.
Momma Foley’s fingers tremble as she touches his arm. “Felix, something’s wrong.”
A sound outside.
Both of them snap to attention.
Footsteps. Fast, deliberate. Then—
BOOM!
The door explodes off its hinges, sending metal shards flying. Smoke floods the room, and through the haze, a figure strides in.
MATT RUBY: Oh not this guy.
Destructo.
He stands there, arms crossed, looking annoyed. “Took me way too long to find you, Foley. Doom's...”
Felix doesn’t hesitate. He shoves past Destructo, already moving.
“Don’t care,” Felix mutters, voice tight with rage. “I’ve got a bone to pick with him, and at Invasion, I’m picking it.”
Destructo watches him go, rolling his eyes. “You're about to be real fucking surprised.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: No matter how you feel about Destructo, he has a good streak in him.
MATT RUBY: Yeah, I’ve had good streaks in my shorts before, but it’s still just shit.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I can’t believe you just admitted that to all of Arcadia.
Momma Foley reaches for his arm, and he softens—just a little. Carefully, he helps her up.
Her voice is barely above a whisper. “I’m worried about him.”
Destructo exhales, glancing toward where Felix disappeared.
“Yeah. Me too.”
Cut.
The Judgement Of Juicy
The Temple of Bones was an ancient, sacred place—a hall where legends were forged and luchador honor was upheld.
At its center sat the Council of Lucha, a panel of masked warriors, each bearing the weight of tradition. And at the head of the council, seated upon a grand stone throne, was El Dragón Caído—a legendary luchador whose mask had seen more wars than most of the men in the room had seen birthdays.
Tonight’s agenda?
The public humiliation of El Juicio.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We haven't seen a lot of El Dragon Caido since his debut. I heard he was called away, do you think this is why?
MATT RUBY: This whole meeting is very cloak and daggers, so maybe.
The luchador stood before the council, head hung low, still bearing the scars of his disastrous debut in OSW—a debut that had gone horribly, horribly wrong at the hands of Mighty Mighty.
El Dragón Caído tapped his fingers on the armrest of his throne before finally speaking.
“Tell me something, niño,” he said, his voice like rolling thunder. “What kind of name is El Juicio?”
Juicio looked up. His mask was purple, elaborate… and completely undeserved.
“It means The Judgment,” he said proudly.
Dragón Caído squinted. “Judgment?” He leaned forward. “You think you judged Mighty Mighty?”
The room was silent.
Juicio swallowed.
“I mean…” he shifted on his feet. “I tried.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Not very hard.
Dragón Caído scoffed. “You didn’t judge anything except the taste of the canvas.”
The council chuckled.
“You think you’re Juicio?” Dragón Caído gestured wildly. “You think you’re Juicy?”
El Juicio perked up. “I am Juicy.”
Silence.
A single cough.
Dragón Caído rubbed his temples. “Madre de Dios… He is brain damaged.”
The laughter spread, murmurs rippling through the council members.
Dragón Caído turned back to Juicio. “You’re definitely thick.” He tapped his own skull. “And I don’t mean strong. I mean dense, slow, one taco short of a combo meal.”
“I am Juicy.”
“And stupid.” Dragón Caído sighed. “You embarrassed yourself, and worse… you embarrassed the Lucha name.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I think he's broken.
MATT RUBY: Yep, definitely broken.
“I am Juicy,” his voice withers, semi-defiant.
Dragón Caído’s eye twitched.
The council nodded among themselves, sensing the decision that had to be made.
“El Juicio,” Dragón Caído stood, his presence casting a long shadow over the disgraced luchador. “For crimes against Lucha Libre, for being a complete disaster, for soiling the great name of masked warriors everywhere…”
He took a deep breath.
“…You will be unmasked and banished from the Temple of Bones.”
Gasps filled the chamber. The ultimate disgrace.
“I AM JUICY!” El Juicio screamed, trying to flee—
But the council descended upon him like vultures, grabbing him as he flailed dramatically, his boots kicking against the stone.
One council member held his arms.
Another his legs.
And with one swift yank—
HIS MASK WAS REMOVED.
The horror. The scandal.
Gasps filled the chamber.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Jesus Christ... if I was his father, I'd have put it down at birth.
MATT RUBY: I heard the midwife held him by the ankles and slapped his mother, but this takes the cake.
He was… just some guy. Some random no-body. A "Jay" in a sea of Jay's.
A very ugly guy. A very pathetic one.
A moment of silence. Then—
“Oh Dios mío, put it back on!” one council member shouted.
“El Juicio” (now just some dude named Jay) was dragged out of the Temple of Bones, still screaming as he vanished into the night—
“I AM JUUUUUUUUUICY!”
And then, silence.
El Dragón Caído sighed, sinking back into his throne.
“I need a drink.”
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Tonight, we have Mister Sunshine taking on Captain Arcadia but Sunshine doesn't look like his normal self, he's almost foaming at the mouth after what happened to those kids.
MATT RUBY: Good, he's finally realizing there's more than sunshine and rainbows. Those kids took stray bullets. Arcadia is about to catch some stray hands.
DING! DING!
Sunshine is hot out of the gates and Thesz press! He's mounted Arcadia and he is raining rights and lefts with a headbutt as an exclamation point to that flurry! He pulls Arcadia up and tosses him through the ropes!
MATT RUBY: We might catch those stray hands with how close they're getting to us.
Sunshine whips Arcadia into the announce table! He steps back and charges!
CATCH ME!
HE NAILS THE RUNNING CROSSBODY BUT WAS TOO FIRED UP!
HE HITS ARCADIA BUT HE OVERSHOT AND TUMBLES OVER THE TABLE AND IN BETWEEN BRONCO AND RUBY!
MATT RUBY: Let's get out of the way…
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That's the smartest thing I've heard you say Ruby.
Arcadia finally has a breather and uses that mistake to his advantage! He chucks the announcer's chairs at Sunshine. He hits him clean and stacks the chairs on Sunshine! He grabs the headset Ruby left.
CAPTAIN ARCADIA: Watch him lie!
ARCADIA STANDS ON THE ANNOUNCE TABLE AND LEAPS!
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO SUNSHINE!
STOMPING OUT INJUSTICE!
Arcadia isn't done, he tosses the chairs aside and lays Sunshine on the announce table! Arcadia climbs up there with him and pulls Sunshine up!
LOW BLOW BY SUNSHINE!
ARCADIA COLLAPSES ONTO HIS SHOULDERS AS SUNSHINE STANDS WITH HIM AND FALLS BACK!
SAMOAN DROP THROUGH THE TABLE!
THE GAME! NO DIZZINESS NEEDED!
Sunshine rolls Arcadia back into the ring and follows, stalking his prey!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: At least they're done over here, I think my mic is the only thing they didn't touch.
MATT RUBY: Yeah, I feel like can still smell Captain Arcadia’s breath on mine.
Sunshine stomps away at Arcadia! Stomp after stomp after stomp! Arcadia catches the foot and stands up with it in hand! He uses the leverage to make Sunshine backflip! He catches Sunshine mid-flip with a cutter!
SUNSHINE IS DOWN AND ARCADIA GOES TO THE TOP ROPE!
STAR SPANGLED SPLASH!
FROG SPLASH BY ARCADIA AND HE COVERS!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What a win for Arcadia, justice beat blind rage today!
MATT RUBY: Not so fast, Bronco! Sunshine's foot is on the bottom rope! The match goes on!
Arcadia pulls Sunshine up and whips him into the corner! Sunshine bounces off the turnbuckle and spears Arcadia! He's still incensed and he's throwing rapid fire forearm strikes. He's choking Arcadia now and lifts him up by the throat! He shoves him into the corner!
SUNSHINE CHARGES AT ARCADIA!
ARCADIA GETS HIS FEET UP!
ARCADIA LEAPS TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!
MOONSAULT!
NO!
SUNSHINE WALKS OUT OF THE WAY AND ARCADIA CRASHES HARD!
NOBODY HOME!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This is normally where Sunshine would go for Welcome to the Sunshine Club but I don't think the club is open with the mood he's in.
Sunshine waits for Arcadia to get up! He locks in the full nelson! It looks like the club is closed as he's trying to make him sleep not have fun! He's getting impatient and looks crazed!
SUNSHINE TRIPS ARCADIA FORWARD!
BROKEN SMILE!
HE NAILS THE SKULL CRUSHING FINALE!
HE'S NOT DONE AS HE KEEPS THE FULL NELSON LOCKED IN AND SITS ON ARCADIA’S BACK!
FULL-NELSON CAMEL CLUTCH!
HE'S MOVING HIS HANDS TO ARCADIA’S MOUTH AND FISHHOOKS THE SIDES!
FORCED SMILE!
SUNSHINE IS WRENCHING EVERY PART OF ARCADIA AND HE HAS NO CHOICE!
ARCADIA TAPS OUT!
MATT RUBY: I won't lie, I like this new Sunshine more than the old one, anger helps him win against Arcadia!
A List Of Names
The arena was electric, the echoes of battle still ringing in the air. The match was over, but the fight was not.
Captain Arcadia lay sprawled on the canvas, his chest heaving, his body battered. Above him, a dark shadow loomed—Mister Sunshine, his grin twisted with rage, his presence suffocating.
And then, pain.
Sunshine’s fingers dug into Arcadia’s eyes, pressing with terrifying force.
The Captain screamed, thrashing, but the vice-like grip remained, pushing deeper, threatening to snuff out his vision forever.
"The children! The children!" Arcadia’s cry tore through the air, desperate and raw.
Sunshine froze.
His hands trembled against Arcadia’s face, his breathing ragged. For a moment, something flickered behind those hollow, unfeeling eyes—hesitation. Then, with a sudden jolt, he let go.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Thank God the Captain was able to get through to him. Sunshine would've never forgave himself.
MATT RUBY: I bet he'd have found a way once he realized how peaceful Arcadia was without this big blue retard.
Captain Arcadia gasped, rolling onto his side, clutching at his face. His vision was blurred, but he could still see Sunshine standing over him, his expression unreadable.
“All I know,” Sunshine said, his voice low, almost… reflective, “is that there’s a journal. A list of names.”
Arcadia blinked through the pain, listening.
Sunshine’s grin faded. “And mine was on it.”
The words hung heavy between them.
“Before all this,” Sunshine gestured vaguely to himself, as if referring to the monster he’d become. “Before the secrets. Before I had Roland Gray killed to keep them hidden.” He exhaled. “My name was on that list… and I wanted it off.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That's a revelation! What the hell is he talking about!?
Arcadia forced himself up onto his knees, staring up at Sunshine. “And did you get it off?”
A moment of silence.
Sunshine’s jaw clenched. “No one’s name comes off that list alive, Arcadia. No one’s.”
Captain Arcadia staggered to his feet, his vision still swimming. “Then how are you still here?” he demanded. “Do you know who holds the journal? How did you survive?”
Sunshine’s gaze darkened.
“I’m not telling you that,” he said simply. “But I’ll tell you this—” He leaned in, his breath hot against Arcadia’s ear.
“Your name was once on the list too.”
The Captain stiffened.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Holy crap!! He's... on the list..
MATT RUBY: Where have I heard that before?
“And you're still here,” Sunshine continued, stepping back. His grin returned, but it lacked the usual madness—it was something colder. “Which means the Zookeeper isn’t done with you yet.”
Arcadia felt a chill crawl down his spine.
Sunshine turned, walking away, leaving him with more questions than answers.
Delicacy of War
Stories from The Civil War
The streets of Nomad were soaked in blood, the air thick with the stench of gunpowder and burning flesh. Smoke curled into the twilight sky, and bodies littered the ruins of what was once a thriving district. But amid the wreckage, Anton Savor strolled with an air of unbothered merriment, a bucket of soup swinging in one hand, a ladle in the other.
His pristine white chef’s coat was splattered—not with blood, but with broth and seasoning. Behind him, his brigade of cooks followed, ladles in hand, distributing steaming portions to the war-weary citizens and soldiers alike.
“Eat up!” Anton sang, filling another cup. “A meal fit for heroes!”
A soldier, barely clinging to life, accepted the offering with shaking hands. It was hot. Nourishing. It didn’t matter what was in it.
Anton continued his path through the carnage, stepping over corpses with the grace of a ballroom dancer.
Eventually, he reached a side alley, where one of his chefs—a nervous-looking man with hollow eyes—waited.
“The meat is ready,” the chef murmured.
Anton smiled. “Excellent.”
He followed them into a dimly lit back room, where metal tables gleamed under flickering lights. Rows of bodies lay before them—the fallen. Once soldiers. Now ingredients.
One of the chefs hesitated, arms crossed. Disgusted.
“This is a betrayal,” he muttered. “Feeding Zeus' men the flesh of those who died for him? It’s—”
Anton sighed.
Then, in one smooth motion, he slit the chef’s throat.
A gurgle. A spray of crimson.
Anton wiped the blade on his sleeve as the man collapsed, clutching his ruined throat.
“The delicacy of war,” Anton mused, watching the life drain from his eyes, “is clearly in the eye of the beholder.”
The dying chef wheezed, his final breath rattling with bitter amusement.
“Not that I'd eat this shit,” he managed, before death claimed him. “I only do what is commanded of me by my fearless leaders.”
Cut.
A Debt In Blood
The Mortuary was cold, dimly lit by flickering bulbs that cast long, morbid shadows along the cracked walls. The air smelled of formaldehyde and death. Gravedigger sat at the bedside of Igor Mortis, his mentor and the man who had once been untouchable—now reduced to a frail, motionless figure beneath the sheets.
The Doctor at his side adjusted his gloves, his expression unreadable.
Gravedigger’s fists clenched, his jaw tight with frustration. This was his fault. He should have stopped Tombstone, he should have done something.
“This was always going to happen,” Mortis rasped, breaking the silence. His voice was weak, but the weight of his words was firm. “Tombstone was due his revenge. And this… this is it.”
Gravedigger said nothing, staring at the floor, seething.
The doctor finally spoke, his voice dry and clinical. “He’s paralyzed.”
Gravedigger’s head snapped up.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Wait a minute, is that who I think it is!?
MATT RUBY: You've gotta be kidding me.
The doctor—now fully revealing himself as Dr. Death, a man we've not seen in a very long time—sighed. “No serum, no fix. He’ll need alternative medicine… something I don’t have.” He shrugged. “I could try to replicate someone else’s work. I’m capable of that. It'll just take time to make it work and well, not everyone is capable of such effort.”
Gravedigger’s eyes darkened.
Then—SNAP.
Without hesitation, he lunged. His hand clamped around Dr. Death’s throat and twisted. A sickening crack filled the room.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: My God, he just killed Dr. Death! Dr. Death is dead. The Doctor has died. Death has befallen the Doctor.
MATT RUBY: Yeah... I think we got it, Bronc.
The doctor’s body slumped lifelessly to the floor.
Mortis let out a heavy huff.
“Despite being useless, you didn’t have to kill him.”
Gravedigger rolled his shoulders, stepping over the fresh corpse. “Now I’ll go ferry the cunt.” His voice was void of remorse. Then, turning back to Mortis, he added, “When I’m done with that… and Tombstone… I’ll find the medicine for you myself.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Gravedigger thinks he can save Mortis' legs? He just killed one of the most powerful Doctor's in Arcadia.
MATT RUBY: I believe in him! If anyone can do it, Gravedigger can.
The Mortuary remained silent—except for the faint, lingering rattle of a soul now waiting to be ferried.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We have a huge eight man tag matchup here as the Seekers look to take it to the Preservationists but Nox and Narcissa have a hidden weapon up their sleeves in Grimskull and Drewitt. Former allies turned enemies thanks to this mystery promise by the queen of lies herself.
MATT RUBY: Hey I resent that remark BB. Not Narcy's fault Muerte's such a shitty friend that he wouldn't offer two people he betrayed and left for dead a chance at happiness. She's only doing what he should've in the first place the selfish prick.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You do remember 'Narcy' was part of the reason Muerte betrayed his friends in the first place?
MATT RUBY: That's lies and slander the damn Seekers put out to everyone, and it's about time to see them all get what they deserve in this beatdown.
The bell sounds as Night and Nox begin for their teams. Night rushing at Nox with a running elbow that catches him square in the jaw. The bigger man doesn't go down instead saggering on his feet as the Night bounces off the ropes, springboarding forward
NIGHT CAP! LEAPING SHOULDER TACKLE RIGHT INTO THE KIDNEYS TOPPLES NOX!
The Night barely lets him fall before he rushes to the ropes, his feet barely touching the top before he dives off
DARKNESS FALLS...HITS KNEES! The Sean-ton Bomb attempt was foiled by Nox as The Night staggers to his feet, holding his back in pain right into
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: GET OVER HERE! Brutal Short-Arm Clothesline turns the Night nearly inside out.
The Night crashes to the canvas, Nox pulling him up to his feet as he spins him around, looking for that Dragon Suplex but the Enigma manages to slip out, rolling forward as he tags Nobody into the contest.
Attano explodes out of the corner, taking Nox down with a clothesline, then a second, before a high Dropkick sends him tumbling backwards into his corner, War reaching down before the Chemist can recover and tags himself in.
Nobody smirks, urging Drewitt forward as the much larger man sprints at him, looking for a clothesline that Attano manages to duck underneath, rushing to the ropes and rebounding
KNEE CAP! Shotgun Dropkick drops Drewitt down to one knee as Attano rolls forwards before leaping up
HEADSHOT...IS CAUGHT! Drewitt catches the attempted Superkick, staggering up to his feet before flipping Attano backwards onto his face. Drewitt smirks before spinning around as Attano gets to his feet.
WAR...COMMON MAN! The Ghost catches the attempt at a Discus Clothesline, taking Drewitt down to the mat with an Armbar out of nowhere.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Attano showing his ring savvy here as he takes Drewitt down to the mat with that Armbar but Drewitt easily manages to power out of it.
Drewitt tosses Attano off him, but he can only get up to one knee before Attano leaps up, VENOM. Scorpion Kick to the back of the head stuns Drewitt as Attano rolls backwards
FOR THE HEADSHOT! Superkick hits the mark as Nobody rolls down for the cover, hooking the leg as Demi Sky slides down to count
ONE
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.......Drewitt just manages to kick out!
Attano gets to his feet, pulling War up as he delivers a few hard knees to the jaw before tagging Gemini in. Attano and the Rogue stun Drewitt with a double roundhouse before Attano drops to one knee as Gemini rushes to the ropes, bouncing and being thrown forward by Nobody.
ASSISTED SNAP RANA ON DREWITT! Gemini keeps War held down in the pinfall as Demi Sky slides in to count
ONE
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TW...DREWITT POWERS OUT OF THE PINFALL
The Rogue watches Drewitt slowly get to his feet before rushing to the ropes
KNEE TO THE BACK BY NOX! GEMINI STAGGERS FORWARD RIGHT INTO A BRUTAL SPINEBUSTER BY DREWITT!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Nox with an illegal assist there, allowing Drewitt to nearly drive Gemini through the canvas with the sickening spinebuster.
Drewitt looks to follow up but Nox reaches over, tagging himself in to the annoyance of War. Nox just grins that shit eating grin before slowly walking over to the injured Gemini and punting her right in the ribs. Nox delivers a second and then a third before pulling her roughly up to her feet and nearly snapping Gemini in half with a mammoth backbreaker.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Nox delivering a sickening display here, with those backbreakers and he's not done as he delivers a second and a third, continuing on and on like he's trying to break Gemini in half here
MATT RUBY: Nox showing Gemini a little tough love here. I mean I'm not into that whole bdsm but who am I to yuck anyone's yum?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Sadist part is right Ruby, Nox is a sick individual and you know he's loving every moment of this.
A tenth backbreaker sends Gemini screaming in agony before she's thrown to the canvas, Nox hooking the leg as Demi Sky slides in to count
ONE
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MUERTE BREAKS IT UP!
MATT RUBY: Oh and here's this jackass to interfere. You ain't tagged in ya no talent out of tune dumbass.
Muerte gets ushered out of the ring by Demi, complying for a second before he sees Nox dragging Gemini by her hair. He tries to get in to stop him but gets blocked by Sky as Gemini manages to flip up and nail Nox with an enziguri to the back of the head.
She crumples to the mat, crawling on her knees to the corner. Demi Sky still engaged with Muerte as Gemini is nearly at her side of the ring
THE TRENDKILLER! Narcissa nails Gemini out of nowhere with the Handspring Forearm to the back of the head
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And what was that interference? Narcissa just illegally attacked Gemini, is she a jackass too Ruby?
MATT RUBY: She's the Queen BB and you will treat her with respect. Narcy Doll can do what she wants and what she does best is whatever it takes to win.
Narcissa pulls Nox back to her corner, getting back onto the apron for a moment as Demi Sky finally looks over before she tags herself in and rushes down to cover the fallen Gemini.
ONE
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BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Oh god not like this.
TWO
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THRE....GEMINI SOMEHOW KICKS OUT!
MATT RUBY: That had to be a slow count, just cause you're both dames doesn't mean you have to be jealous of her Demi. You can both have me.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That was regulation as anything Ruby, Gemini just has that much heart but can she tag out like she desperately needs to?
Narcissa looks infuriated, screaming at Demi to count faster before peeling the Rogue up off the mat
SNAPSHOT! SNAPSHOT! SNAPSHOT! Codebreaker out of nowhere and both competitors are down. Gemini crawling to the corner as Muerte is begging to come in, Narcissa slowly coming to as she tries to stop the tag but she's too late as Gemini leaps forward
AND TAGS IN EL MARIACHI MUERTE WHO'S A HOUSE ON FUCKING FIRE!
WHISKEY LULLABY TO NARCISSA! Overhead Belly to Belly throws Narcissa nearly out of the ring
Nox tries to rush into the ring, Muerte dodging a pump kick before leaping off the ropes, LAST CARNIVAL LUNGBLOWER!
Drewitt rushes into the ring, Muerte ducking underneath a Big Boot before he springs up the ropes and dives off
MALICIOUS SYMPHONY! SPRINGBOARD STUNNNNAHHHH!
Muerte is feeling it as he stares into the corner and right at Grimskull. Conquest slowly enters the ring for the first time, staring down his friend
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: HIGH/LOW by Balenciaga and Nox out of nowhere. Of course these two gotta get involved.
Nox and Narcissa wait for Muerte to get to his feet, urging him up
DOUBLE LARIAT OVER THE ROPES BY NOBODY! HAROLD ATTANO TAKES BOTH NARCISSA AND NOX TO THE FLOOR!
Nox stumbles to his feet as Attano leaps up, OSO...NO! Nox slips out, grabbing him from behind in a Full Nelson as Narcissa gets up, rushing forward
NIGHT AND DAY! THE NIGHT OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A SENTON PLANCHA WIPING OUT NEARLY EVERYONE AS NARCISSA JUST AVOIDS IT!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And now we have the crux of this issue, Gemini and Muerte on one side. Drewitt and Grimskull on the other as Apokolypsis is about to explode.
All four rush at one another, heavy lefts and rights as Gemini nails Drewitt with a hard kick to the jaw before leaping off the ropes
THE CUR...DREWITT THROWS HER OFF RIGHT INTO AN ENLIGHTENED SOUL BY GRIMSKULL! The running headbutt hits hard but a beautiful superkick by Muerte knocks Grimskull down. Drewitt nailing Muerte with a hard headbutt before lifting him up
SIGHT...SPIKE DDT! Muerte counters the Alabama into a brutal DDT, Drewitt rolling to the outside as Muerte rushes to the ropes, Grimskull staggering up into
ANOTHER MALICIOUS SYMPHONY! The Stunner hits hard and that may well be it but Muerte and Gemini look at one another, nodding as he tells her to head up top.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Muerte and Gemini looking to make some beautiful music here as Grimskull staggers up into the waistlock, Muerte throwing him across the ring
RIGHT INTO THE LEAPING CODBREAKER FROM GEMINI!
BEAUTIFUL LULLABY!
It hits hard, Gemini rushing over the ropes to take out Drewitt with a crossbody. Muerte trying to drop down to cover Grimskull when Narcissa suddenly slides into the ring, rolling Muerte up out of nowhere as Demi Sky slides in to count
ONE
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THREE!!!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What in the hell was that? Narcissa just stole the victory for the Preservationists and she wasn't even the legal person in the match.
MATT RUBY: Please, pay attention Cowboy, Narcy Doll never tagged out. She just had to wait for her opportunity while that no talent Mariachi had his guard down. Brilliant plan by the queen here and now those losers have to watch their friends be happy without them.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Grimskull and Drewitt haven't said yes yet Ruby, and while this victory may not sway them, maybe their friends words still can.
Happiness
The match over, the smoke cleared.
And a clear divide in the ring.
The Seekers and Preservationists stand across from one another, Gemini finally speaking. "What did they offer you? What could possibly have changed your mind?" She walks forwards, Muerte cautiously reaching out to pull her back.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Let her speak! I think the people deserve to know why Drewitt and Grimskull joined the Preservationists.
MATT RUBY: The people barely deserve to be allowed to look at a piece of ass like Gemini.
Nox produces a mic, giving a raspy chuckle as he speaks. "Something you never could. You see, the corporation has access to scientific wonders your tiny minds could never comprehend. In fact, Doom and I perfected one of his most groundbreaking inventions." The Chemist points to the stage, pulling the mic right up to his mask. "Come."
Silence.
Bark! Bark! Bark!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What in the name of- Is that Colt!? It's a spitting image!
MATT RUBY: He did this for a dog!?
A German Shepard runs down the ramp! It leaps into the ring, taking place at Drewitt's side! War can barely speak, simply dropping to his knees and embracing the animal in the ring. No one in the ring can believe what they are seeing as Drewitt and his companion seemingly reunite.
"How in the hell-" begins Harold only for Nox to quickly cut him off.
"Cloning, you fool. Doom learned from his mistakes with Viktor. This dog is the first successfully perfect clone... Exactly like Colt down to his memories. We gave Drewitt his happiness back."
"Thank you," Drewitt finally whispers before standing up.
"They made good on their promise," Grimskull declares. "You know where we stand. I would rather die for a leader who provides than die for one who only takes."
Grimskull steps towards the Seekers, Drewitt joins suit, a growling Colt at his side.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: By God this might come to blows! The Seekers need to turn tail and run if they know what's good for them!
MATT RUBY: Get 'em, Colt! Bite the geezer first!
COLT LEAPS AT ATTANO!
THE LIGHTS GO OUT!
When the lights flicker back on we see the Seekers at the top of the ramp, a bloody bite wound on The Night's arm. Arcadia's Shadow directs traffic, evacuating with his team as the Preservationists look on, their prey slipping from their fingers.
Cut.
Always Watching
Static.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What’s going on?
The video slowly coalesces into something crystal clear, with tracking lines going through periodically.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This is an unauthorized feed, I’m being told.
A dark chamber hums with the static glow of a dozen screens, each broadcasting a different feed from Arcadia. Fuzzy surveillance footage, the Invasion broadcast, hidden security cameras—every flickering image a fragmented glimpse into the world beyond these walls.
At the center of it all, a figure stands.
MATT RUBY: Who the hell is this guy?
His hooded form remains motionless, a shadow among shadows, his presence more implied than seen. The glow of the screens reflects off his robe, a faint shimmer dancing along the fabric as he watches the chaos unfold. Militias fighting in back alleys, alliances forming and breaking, the never-ending cycle of power and bloodshed.
A metal door creaks open.
A man enters, their voice calm, measured. “The girl’s intelligence was accurate, leader. Our finest Watchers confirmed.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Watchers!?
MATT RUBY: Those bastards ruined everything in Arcadia.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This is their leader. Why are they showing us this?
The leader does not turn. He does not speak. Only a slow, deliberate nod acknowledges the words.
The other Watcher lingers for a moment, waiting—as if expecting something more. But none comes. Understanding their place, they bow their head slightly before stepping back through the door. The sound of its closing echoes through the room, leaving the leader alone once more.
His gaze never wavers.
On the screens, Arcadia moves like a living thing—plots weaving, players positioning, unaware that they are already pieces on his board.
A breath.
A whisper.
“Soon.”
Static.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: If the leader of the Watchers is only just now revealing himself, then something is coming, Ruby.
MATT RUBY: He already destroyed Arcadia, what else can he do?
Dean's Big Break (That Never Happened)
BANG. BANG. BANG.
The front doors of Olympus shook violently as a large, enthusiastic idiot repeatedly slammed his fists against them.
“LET ME IN! I GOTS A MATCH!”
The security guards exchanged tired glances.
“Dean’s back,” one of them muttered.
“Again?” The other sighed, rubbing his temples.
For the fifth week in a row, Dean—the world’s most passionate but completely untalented aspiring wrestler—had arrived at Olympus, ready for a match that did not exist.
One of the guards reached for his radio.
“Uh, boss? We got a situation.”
Five Minutes Later…
The doors finally swung open, and Commissioner Scott Sterling stepped out, looking like a man who had long since given up on life.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Dean.”
Dean grinned ear to ear, bouncing on his heels like an excited puppy that had just discovered its own tail.
“Scott! It’s my time, baby! My time to shine!”
Sterling groaned. “For the last time, you’re not a wrestler. You’re not booked in a match. You are not— and let me make this crystal clear—employed by OSW.”
Dean tilted his head, eyes filled with childlike wonder—or possibly just static noise.
“But I could be!” he beamed.
Sterling sighed so hard he nearly fell over. “Every. Damn. Week. You show up here, banging on the doors like a caveman discovering fire, yelling about a match you were never booked in.”
Dean nodded proudly.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This guy might be a few sandwiches short of a picnic.
MATT RUBY: This fat fuck looks like he ate the picnic.
Sterling crossed his arms. “Where’s your mummy? She needs to come pick you up.”
Dean’s smile faltered for the first time.
“I… don’t have a mummy.”
An awkward silence lingered between them.
“…Oh,” Sterling muttered, scratching his head. Then he shrugged. “Well, that’s tragic n' all, but you’re still not a wrestler, kid.”
Dean immediately rebounded, his enthusiasm returning at full force.
“Yes, I am! I just need one chance, Scott! One shot! One opportunity! To seize everything I've ever wanted!” He threw his arms wide. “Look at these guns!”
Dean flexed his arms. There was nothing there.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I think we might need some help for this poor little chap. He's not all there, bless him.
MATT RUBY: LITTLE? I swear my glass started shaking when he walked! He's a nobody, BB. An utter nobody.
Sterling stared at him like he was watching a man try to lift a dumbbell with his thoughts.
“Dean.”
“Scott.”
“You can’t wrestle.”
Dean gasped as if someone had just insulted his nonexistent mother.
“I CAN TOO!”
“No, you can't. You have no talent, no skills, no coordination—”
“I GOT HEART!” Dean interrupted, pounding his chest like a majestic but very stupid gorilla.
Sterling’s eye twitched.
“Having heart doesn’t make up for the fact that you wrestle like a giraffe on roller skates. Do you remember the tryout? I've never seen someone start in the ring and end up in catering.”
Dean paused. “I was hungy.. Deanie hungy. Besides, a giraffe on roller skates? That actually sounds kinda cool.”
Sterling threw his hands in the air. “I AM BEGGING YOU TO LEAVE.”
Dean beamed. “So… what time’s my match?”
Sterling facepalmed so hard it echoed.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Scott Sterling may be in for a long night.
MATT RUBY: Just give the fatty a burger and he'll go away. I'm sure he has a sign that just says food on it, cause lord know he's ain't fuckin' working for it mate.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Felix Foley won’t listen to reason, Ruby. He’s out here waiting to get his revenge on Doom, but…
MATT RUBY: …he’s not coming. BB.
Felix Foley paces in the ring, his breathing measured but eyes full of fire. He’s been waiting for this—waiting to rip Doom apart for everything he’s done. Momma Foley stands at ringside, hands clasped, her expression unreadable.
The arena lighting drops to complete and utter darkness.
As the introduction of 2CELLOS popular Vivaldi Storm hits, it comes to a stop before the lighting returns as the music does, revealing Doom stood at the entrance ramp.
But he is… different.
MATT RUBY: He survived!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That appears true.
Doom’s mask is cracked, scorched from the explosion, warped and uneven. His cape is tattered, dragging along the floor. But more unsettling than anything is his movement.
It’s wrong.
Doom’s calculated precision is gone. He walks stiffly, as if forced forward. His head twitches slightly, his shoulders uneven. There is no presence. No aura.
Just wrongness.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That’s not Doom, Matt. That’s… I don’t know what that is.
MATT RUBY: He shouldn’t be here! No tech, no drones, no threats—nothing! He’s off! He looks like a man barely holding himself together!
Foley doesn’t wait.
He charges forward, sliding under the ropes—and blindsides Doom with a wild right hand!
Doom stumbles, barely reacting. Foley grabs him and slams his head into the barricade.
ONCE!
TWICE!
A THIRD TIME!
Doom wobbles back, his footing awkward, and Foley capitalizes, whipping him into the steel steps—
DOOM TRIPS MID-RUN AND FALLS INTO THE STEPS SIDEWAYS!
The steel barely budges. Doom doesn’t brace himself.
The crowd gasps, sensing that something is wrong with the whole situation. Even Momma Foley winces.
MATT RUBY: Oh, that was ugly. Doom’s not moving right at all. Someone get him out of here!
Foley isn’t waiting. He hauls Doom up, shoving him under the ropes.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Hang on a minute, is that who I think it is?
The camera pans to the crowd to show Deanie Hungy himself clapping hands with fellow Olympians.
MATT RUBY: How the hell did fatso get in here?
The bell rings.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This match has finally begun, but I’m not sure Doom is in any condition to compete.
MATT RUBY: This isn’t my mad scientist, BB.
Foley pummels Doom with fists the moment he’s in the ring, each shot landing clean. Doom doesn’t defend properly—his blocks are late, slow, ineffective.
Foley rips Doom up—
SNAP SUPLEX!
Doom just lays there, motionless. Felix stares down at him, rage in his eyes.
Foley pulls him up again—
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!
Doom rolls to his side sluggishly.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This is a massacre. Doom is nowhere near himself.
Foley stomps down on Doom’s ribs. The scientist twitches but doesn’t recoil properly.
Momma Foley watches closely, her brow furrowed.
Doom finally moves, rising to one knee in the corner.
Foley backs up—
THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR WALKIN—
NO!
Doom catches the boot!
But barely.
He wobbles, struggling to stand. His grip is weak.
Foley rips his foot free and LARIATS THE SHIT OUT OF DOOM!
Foley looks down at him, breathing heavy.
Doom clutches the ropes, using them to stand, his legs jelly.
Foley grabs him—but Doom suddenly moves!
HOVER, NO BOTHER!
KIND OF!
IT LANDED POORLY, HITTING FELIX’S SHOULDER INSTEAD OF HIS HEAD!
MATT RUBY: That should’ve taken Foley’s head off! But Doom’s slow!
Foley charges—
DOOM WITH THE SPLITTER!
NO!
Foley tanks it, staggering back a step, shaking his head.
Foley rushes in—
DOOM SWINGS FOR A RIGHT HAND—
AND FOLEY CATCHES IT!
HAMMERLOCK DDT!
MATT RUBY: Doom is getting mauled! This hero of Arcadia is being treated like chump change. He survived an explosion for Zeus’s sake!
Foley rolls Doom onto his back, looking down at him. Doom’s chest rises and falls rapidly, almost erratically.
Foley grabs him—DRAGS Doom to his feet.
Then—he lets go.
Doom barely stays standing.
Foley takes a step back.
Doom throws a punch. It whiffs completely.
The crowd murmurs as Foley tilts his head before grabbing Doom by the mask, yanking him in.
"If my love makes you weak, then here’s some more of it!"
Doom doesn’t react.
Foley DRIVES A KNEE INTO DOOM’S MIDSECTION!
DDT!
Foley pulls him up instantly—
ANOTHER DDT!
Doom flops like a ragdoll.
Foley is done.
He double underhooks—
CUT THE STRINGS!
Foley hooks both legs.
ONE…
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TWO…
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THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Felix Foley has won this match, but it was an uncomfortable sight to see, Matt.
MATT RUBY: BB, it was a miscarriage of justice that this match was even allowed to happen.
The Failsafe
Felix Foley’s chest heaved, sweat and exhaustion clinging to him after the most grueling match of his life. Across from him, Doom—or what was left of him—scrambled backward, his movements unnatural, mechanical, as if something inside him was struggling to function properly.
Felix stalked forward, cutting off Doom’s retreat.
“This war between us?” Foley said, his voice low, raw. “It’s over.”
Doom didn’t respond.
Felix clenched his fists. “You betrayed me. You turned your back on our friendship. You destroyed our home. You almost killed my mother.” His voice cracked, the weight of his words pressing against him. “I can’t lose anything else. I won’t. I’ve already lost too much.”
Doom said nothing.
Foley’s eyes narrowed. “Say something.”
Silence.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Doom has nothing to say for himself! What a bloody surprise.
MATT RUBY: Why should he defend his actions? Why should he agree to a truce?
Something was wrong.
Felix lunged, grabbing at Doom’s charred, burned and cracked mask. Doom fought back, his hands clawing to keep it in place, but Foley wrenched at it with everything he had. The fabric tore, the charred metal snapped, and with one final pull, the mask came off.
Felix staggered back, his breath caught in his throat.
It wasn’t Stubbins Doom.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: WHAT!?
MATT RUBY: A rouse!?
The face beneath the mask was that of a stranger.
“Who the hell are you?” Foley demanded.
The man rolled his shoulders, rubbing his now-exposed face as if relieved to finally be free. “My name isn’t important.” His voice was calm, measured. “I am… the failsafe. The contingency, should Doom ever not return.”
Foley’s heart sank. His fingers curled around the ruined mask in his hands.
“What does that mean?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
The failsafe’s expression didn’t change. “It means… Stubbins Doom is dead.”
MATT RUBY: Oh my God, no. No. No... This can't be.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You wanted to know who didn't make it out of the Pantheon explosion, Matt and there's your answer. Stubbins Doom is dead.
MATT RUBY: And we still don't know the status of Zeus or Ares. Thank God Narcissa and Nox made it out.
The words hit like a steel chair to the gut.
Felix’s jaw tightened. He should have felt vindicated—Doom had caused so much pain—but instead, all he felt was a deep, hollow emptiness.
A hand touched his shoulder.
His mother.
She pulled him into a gentle embrace, holding him as the weight of everything crashed down on him.
Felix let the mask fall to the ground.
The war was over.
But the scars would remain.
The Ringmasters Choice
Bang. Bang. Bang.
The locker room door shook under the force of the pounding fists. Inside, Klaus Way sat at his desk, fingers steepled, staring at the faded photographs on the wall—snapshots of his Circus in all its twisted glory. Ajax the Adonis. Michaela Attano. Damien Solus. The reluctant Mighty Mighty and many others.
His freaks. His family.
Another bang.
"Open the damn door, Klaus!"
With a sigh, Klaus rose from his chair, adjusting his coat before unlatching the lock. The door burst open, revealing Ares, the God of War, his expression a storm of impatience.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Ares is alive!
MATT RUBY: Thank the heavens!
"The time has come," Ares growled. "You choose a side now. Either you join Zeus and the Preservationists, or you get crushed with the rest."
Klaus' fingers twitched. The words sent him spiraling—
Many Years Ago…
The dirt beneath his feet was hot, the air thick with the scent of sawdust and sweat.
Young Klaus Way stood outside the old family domicile, laughter twisting from his lips as he tormented the next generation of freaks. He prodded at them, mocked them, forced them into humiliating performances for his own twisted amusement.
"Dance, monkey, dance!" he sneered, shoving a wiry contortionist forward. Another boy, grotesquely large and lumbering, tried to flee—only for Klaus to trip him onto the hard ground.
The laughter died in his throat when a strong hand clamped around the back of his neck.
He choked as he was yanked upward, spun around to meet the furious glare of his father—Milo Way, the true Ringmaster.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Milo snarled.
The freaks scattered, running for safety as Klaus squirmed in his father’s grip.
Milo's voice was low, but deadly. "You either stand with us—or you're out of this family. Enough of this nonsense, son. Choose, Klaus."
Klaus’ lips parted, his young mind racing. A choice. A defining choice.
Present Day…
Ares' voice dragged him back to reality.
"I need to know where you stand, Klaus," Ares said.
Klaus blinked. "And what exactly do you want from me?"
Ares smirked. "Next week, Narcissa faces Mighty for the NXT Level Title. That belt needs to be hers—because if she holds it, she enters KAOS." He steps forward, looming. "I want you to force Mighty to hand it over."
A beat of silence.
Then, Klaus nodded, a grin appearing.
"Consider it done."
Cut.
Divine Retribution
The dim glow of a laptop screen illuminated Ezekiel Graves’ smug expression as he leaned back in his grand, velvet-lined chair inside The Cornerstone Church.
His fingers drummed against the table as he scrolled through his bank account, reveling in the hundreds of thousands of credits he had amassed. Lies, deceit, manipulation—all tools of his trade, and oh, how they had paid off.
A low chuckle rumbled from his throat.
"God provides," he whispered to himself, about to close the laptop lid—
Then, the numbers changed.
One by one, the credits began to drain.
At first, it was slow—then faster, the balance plummeting before his very eyes.
His smirk vanished.
His stomach dropped.
"No—no, NO!"
His fingers hammered the keyboard, trying desperately to halt the transaction, to reverse it, to do something—anything. But nothing worked. The screen flashed red.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You know what that means, don't you?
MATT RUBY: He needs a new computer? I don't know, I'm not technically savvy. I know one web address and it's porn.com.
Balance: 0.00 credits.
Ezekiel shot up from his chair, his face red with rage.
"LUCIUS!" he bellowed into the hall.
The heavy church doors burst open as Lucius, his most trusted enforcer, rushed in. "What is it, Preacher?"
"Someone’s stolen everything we own!" Graves snarled, spinning the laptop around. "Look!"
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: He's been hacked!
Lucius leaned in.
Then—static overtook the screen.
The church fell eerily silent as distorted pixels warped and flickered, before resolving into a grainy video feed.
A figure in shadows. A voice, altered beyond recognition.
Nero.
The hacker’s voice crackled through the speakers.
"I told you I was coming, Graves. Now I’m here."
A pause.
"See you at Invasion."
The screen cut to black.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Nero has stolen everything Ezekiel Graves owns!
MATT RUBY: He's gonna get a real beatin' tonight, Bronco. You mark my words.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Up next Tombstone takes on Gravedigger in a street fight! These boys want each other six feet under and this match is the shovel they'll do it with!
MATT RUBY: Please let Gravedigger bury this already dead bugger so that we can get on LIVING.
Both men stand in the center of the ring, face to face as they beg for the bell to ring! The animosity is palpable as they stare one another down!
Ding ding.
CRACK!
MASSIVE RIGHT HAND TO THE JAW OF TOMBSTONE!
CRACK!
HAYMAKER TO GRAVEDIGGGER!
Both men immediately begin trading blows right in the middle of the ring! There's no defending, no dodging, no weaving. Only pure, unadulterated rage as they pummel away at one another! Blood splatters across Tombstone's face as he catches a headbutt to the nose!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: AND THE ALREADY DEAD RETALIATES WITH A BIG BOOT! HE SENDS GRAVEDIGGER ONTO THE APRON!
MATT RUBY: That bellend just busted Gravedigger's lip open!
Tombstone steps onto the apron, grabbing hold of Gravedigger and heaving him onto his shoulders!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: ODE TO CHARON! TOMBSTONE JUST POWERBOMBED GRAVEDIGGER OFF THE APRON AND ONTO THE STEEL STEPS! IT'S BRUTALITY
MATT RUBY: I think I'm gonna puke!
The Former Ferryman hops to ringside, slowly approaching Gravedigger and wrapping a hand around the broken Valkyrie's throat! Dark energy shimmers in Gravedigger's hand!
SHOVEL TO THE SKULL OF TOMBSTONE! GRAVEDIGGER JUST SUMMONED HIS SHOVEL!
The blow to the head rocks Ezra and Gravedigger capitalizes with a flurry of swings! Each one buries the rusty shovel into Tombstone's skin!
"You were like a father to me!"
SWING!
"I loved you!"
SWING!
"But you took everything for granted!"
SWING!
SWING!
SWING!
Ezra falls to his knees from the onslaught only for a knee to drop him to his back! Gravedigger refuses to let up!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: GRAVEL-POUNDER! HE'S LAYING INTO HIM WITH FOREARM AFTER FOREARM!
MATT RUBY: Kill him! Then kill him again in case he doesn't get the message!
Blood drips from Tombstone's face as his former protégé tears him apart! The crowd gasps at the display and the referee looks like he may call for this to end!
BUT TOMBSTONE GRABS GRAVEDIGGER'S HEAD AND PULLS HIM INTO A HEADBUTT!
He throws Gravedigger to the side, sending him right against the announcer's table! His blood drips down his face in a crimson mask, the former Ferryman looking like the devil incarnate as he kicks Gravedigger right in the teeth! He clears off the announce table before hauling Gravedigger up with him!
MATT RUBY: Not the table! Not the table!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: GET BACK RUBY! ELISYUM FIELDS! TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER THROUGH THE GOD DAMNED TABLE!
Pieces of table fly off in all directions as both men come crashing to the ground! Tombstone looks towards the ring and heaves a heavy sigh as he begins to drag Gravedigger towards the ring! The Ominous Tide looks out of it as Tombstone rolls him into the ring! The Already Dead reaches grabs a chair from ringside before sliding in!
AND HE CRACKS IT ACROSS THE BACK OF GRAVEDIGGER!
The Valkyrie tries to stand only for anther shot to drop him right back to the ground! Tombstone tosses the bent chair away and forces Gravedigger to his feet!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: AND HE CATCHES A BULLHAMMER TO THE JAW! SHOVEL READY!
MATT RUBY: Yeah! Bury that nitwit!
Tombstone stumbles to his feet and Gravedigger scoops him up!
GTS- NO! TOMBSTONE CATCHES THE KNEE!
He nails Gravedigger with a haymaker to the jaw before reaching out and pulling Gravedigger in close!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: YOU CAN'T RUN FROM THE FERRYMAN- NO! GRAVEDIGGER SLIPS OUT!
MATT RUBY: CREEPING DEATH! SKULL CRUSHING FINALE TO TOMBSTONE!
Gravedigger pushes Tombstone onto his back, but instead of covering he rolls out of the ring and comes back with a bag from under the apron! He stands over Tombstone and pours out thumbtacks all over The Already Dead! The Valkyrie ascends the turnbuckle!
MATT RUBY: What is he doing? Did that Tombstone give him brain damage?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: HE'S CAUSING DAMAGE! LAST RESPECTS! TOP ROPE ELBOW DROP! BOTH MEN ARE COVERED IN THUMBTACKS!
Gravedigger writhes in pain as he forces himself back to his feet! He goes to lay into Tombstone only for the former Ferryman to grab a handful of tacks!
WHICH HE SLAPS ACROSS GRAVEDIGGER'S FACE!
TOMBSTONE EMBEDS THUMBTACKS ALL OVER GRAVEDIGGER'S FACE!
Ezra grabs Gravedigger by the throat, nailing him with a big right hand as he forces him to his feet!
"You were like a son to me! I gave you the world and you took everything from me!"
A SOUL TO CARRY! TOMBSTONE SCOOPS GRAVEDIGGER UP INTO A MASSIVE BEARHUG!
He paces around the ring, crushing the new Ferryman with all his might when Gravedigger grabs onto the ropes! He pulls away from Tombstone with all of his strength and ends up pulling both of them onto the apron! Gravedigger lashes out with an elbow to Tombstone, following up with a kick to the gut!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: NEVERMORE! BY GOD HE HIT THE EVENFLOW DDT ONTO THE APRON!
MATT RUBY: HE JUST MADE TOMBSTONE TWICE AS UGLY!
Gravedigger looks absolutely exhausted as he pushes Tombstone into the ring. He grabs the steel steps from ringside and slides them into the ring! He goes to peel Tombstone up off of the ground!
BUT TOMBSTONE WRAPS A HAND AROUND GRAVEDIGGER'S THROAT!
The Already Dead squeezes until Gravedigger's face goes blue! He looks to the steps with ill-intent!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS! FALLING CHOKESLAM RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!
MATT RUBY: Gravedigger just got broken in half! The real Ferryman isn't moving!
Gravedigger lands with a sickening clang as he bounces off of the metal and onto the mat! Tombstone looks exhausted as he crawls over, draping an arm over Gravedigger's chest!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This match was brutal, it was emotional, and as the clock strikes midnight on this contest Tombstone is the one standing tall!
The Price of Power
The arena was steeped in silence, the air thick with the weight of history. Gravedigger lay sprawled in the center of the ring, his chest heaving, his body aching from the brutal battle. Towering above him, Tombstone stood like a specter of vengeance, crimson eyes burning beneath his hood.
He looked down at the man who had once be like his son.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I can't imagine the emotion Tombstone is feeling right now.
“Every ounce of me wants to end this,” Tombstone rumbled, his voice deep and raw. “But we both know the truth.” He leaned in, his presence suffocating. “We can’t die.”
Gravedigger scoffed, spitting blood onto the mat.
“All we can do is fight,” Tombstone continued, “and fight forever. Unless…” His voice darkened. “You do the right thing. Give me back the chains. Give me back my place as Ferryman.”
Gravedigger let out a dry, bitter laugh.
Then, without hesitation, he spat at Tombstone’s feet.
“I’d rather fight forever,” he sneered. “I’d rather be damned than go back to being a subordinate. A no-one. A nothing.”
Tombstone nodded, as if expecting the answer.
“You forget,” he murmured, kneeling beside him. “I was once more than your enemy. I was your mentor. Your father figure. Your friend. And because of that, I know what truly hurts you.”
Gravedigger’s grin faltered.
“It’s not violence,” Tombstone said. “It never was.” He stood, stepping back. “It’s losing the power you so desperately cling to.”
The lights went out.
Darkness swallowed the ring.
A heartbeat later, they flickered back on—Tombstone was gone.
But something else was there.
A shadow stood behind Gravedigger. A figure he knew far too well.
Calypso.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: OH MY GOD! THE VOODOO WITCH! BLACK MAGIC... HE... HE RESURRECTED CALYPSO!
MATT RUBY: MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON GRAVEDIGGER!
His stomach twisted.
He'd killed her. He'd sent her to the Underworld.
Yet here she stood, her dreadlocked hair wild, her sunken eyes burning with something unnatural. She opened her mouth, and a stream of black bile spewed forth, splattering across Gravedigger’s face.
His body seized, his veins turning black as she muttered a voodoo incantation.
What had Tombstone done?
Gravedigger screams in agony as Calypso watches on, a wide pearly white smile creeping across her face.
Flutter.
Gravedigger vanishes, into the ether, much like Tombstone had before—only this time, Calypso remains.
Meanwhile, in the crowd, Deanie Hungy is sitting down, smiling from ear to ear.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Does he have a hot dog?
MATT RUBY: And a burger...
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Nachos..
MATT RUBY: Cola...
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Where the hell is he putting all that?
MATT RUBY: You see that thing south of his neckbeard and double chins? It's all going there. If I have to watch more of this, I'll lose ten pounds in being sick myself.
Cut.
The Ledger
The room was cloaked in darkness, save for the single pale light shining down on an aged ledger. Its pages were thick, worn, filled with hundreds of names, each written in precise, unwavering script. Some names remained untouched. Others—like The Yellow Python, The Black Panther, The Blue Shark, The Red Falcon, and The White Bear—had been crossed out with bold, deliberate strokes.
From across the room, an old-fashioned red telephone began to ring.
The figure at the desk did not flinch. He simply placed his pen down, and rose. His silhouette moved with calculated purpose, stepping through the shadows until he reached the crimson receiver.
He lifted it to his ear.
Silence at first. Then, a muffled voice spoke from the other end.
The figure listened intently, saying nothing, his free hand resting lightly on the desk. His breath was slow. Measured.
Then—his deep, dark voice cut through the stillness.
“The Red Fox. The Green Frog. The White Rabbit. The Brown Bear.”
A pause.
“Copy.”
He set the phone down gently, the faint click echoing in the quiet room.
Turning, he strode back to the book, his movements precise, controlled. He took his seat.
He reached for the pen once more.
With the same practiced hand, he carefully wrote the names into the ledger, each letter carved in ink with cold finality.
Once finished, he closed the book firmly, the weight of its contents settling like a grave marker.
The room returned to silence, save for the steady, rhythmic sound of his breathing in the dark.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That can't be good. Mister Sunshine said that names were written in a ledger and only came off when people died. You saw those names crossed out, Matt. What does that mean for Sunshine?
MATT RUBY: Who cares? Did you see the names he wrote in? Are we getting a new Kingdom!?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We have a huge world championship matchup here with two men who know one another nearly inside out. First Redgrave was simply a killer for Cade to catch, Perseus was just a fly in the Artists web but soon both became one anothers obsession that lead to betrayal, reunion and loss. Jasper Redgrave has never been more powerful, never more sadistic and cruel as the dominating world champion but Jackson Cade has never wanted to end the Artist more then he does now.
MATT RUBY: When you boil it down, our former sheriff only has himself to blame BB. If he hadn't gone so hard at Jasper, if he'd done what he should've and ended Redgrave when he was told to, never would've gone to Death Row. Never would've met and helped free his brother. And maybe...just maybe CJ Thorpe would be alive today.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I double dare you to say that to Cade's face Ruby, see how long you survive. Either way, Jackson Cade wants to not only hurt Jasper but stop him completely and Redgrave wants to use Cade to prove he's the greatest World Champion in Arcadian history. This one's going to be bloody.
Both competitors are in the ring waiting for Mills Stanton to deliver his pre-match instructions but neither man look like they're listening. Jasper has that evil, vile grin etched onto his face, raising the world title right in Cade's eyeline. The blood of CJ Thorpe still staining the golden plates as the Artist tries to rile up Perseus.
Who just stares emotionless at Jasper, not giving him an ounce of what he wants as Mills urges both men back to their corners.
Until the bell rings.
HOSTILE DOWN! Jackson explodes out of his corner with the Leaping Superkick, Jasper just able to dodge it as he rolls to the outside. Cade on his heels as he sprints after the man he hates most, running circles around the ring just on the heels of Jasper as Redgrave manages to fake going into the ring, Cade falling for it for a second, allowing Jasper to spin around while Cade slides back out of the ring
RIGHT INTO SANGUINE ABSURDISM! Discus Clothesline turns Jackson Cade inside out with that sheer force. Redgrave pouncing on the fallen Cade and stomping him down hard on the concrete. A stiff punt to the jaw rocks Perseus as he's lifted up to his feet, gripped hard around the back of the skull by Redgrave who smiles before rushing forward
AND DAMN NEAR LAWN DARTING CADE SKULL FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE POST!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Artist all over Jackson Cade as skull meets steel with that sickening throw. Cade isn't busted open but he soon may well be as he's thrown back inside by Jasper.
Cade can barely sit up after being rocked, slumping down into the corner as Jasper rolls in and begins stomping a damn mudhole out of Cade. Heavy stomps to the guts, ribs, jaw and throat before leaning forward and planting one foot into his throat
TRYING TO BREAK CADE'S THROAT WITH A CLEARLY ILLEGAL CHOKE!
Mills gets right in the champions face, trying to drag him off as he threatens to count him out. Jasper backs off, feigning compliance before pushing Stanton away and turning back to Cade.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: BOOT TO THE FACE! A SECOND! A THIRD! Jackson trying to fight his way out of the corner with those stiff kicks to the jaw.
Cade manages to get out of the corner, breathing hard and sucking in wind from his damaged throat as he crawls forward
ROLLING KNEEDROP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Cade gets a brutal 240+ pound pair of knees driving him down to the canvas but Jasper isn't done, lifting Cade up off the canvas, dragging his stunned body to the apron before pulling him through
AND PUTTING SOME BLOOD ON THE CANVAS! Brutal Rope Hung DDT busts Jackson wide open.
MATT RUBY: Ya smell that delicious flavor wafting BB? This bacon is just about cooked by the rightful world champion
Jasper drops down, casually hooking the leg as Mills drops down to count
ONE
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TW.......
JACKSON GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Way too early to put down the challenger but the Artist absolutely knew that from the cocky smile on his face.
Jackson slowly gets to his feet as Jasper begins circling him, peppering him with heavy lefts and rights before backing up and delivering a hard superkick right on the button. Jackson staggers back into the ropes, bouncing off as Redgrave spins around
COLLAGE OF...INCENDIARIES! CADE DUCKS THE ELBOW, NAILING REDGRAVE WITH ONE OF HIS OWN!
Jasper staggers back, spitting out a glob of blood onto the mat before he rushes Cade who ducks underneath a clothesline, rushing to the ropes and rebounding
BREACH AND CLEAR! SLINGBLADE!
A SECOND!
A THIRD!
The crowd begin to roar as Cade begins to fire up, feeling the energy and anger flow through him. He delivers a hard knee to the jaw of the rising Jasper before lifting him up into the air.
MASTER...NO! Jasper manages to slip out of the Brainbuster, staggering forwards as Cade rushes at him, Jasper slips behind, wrapping his right arm behind his back in one swift motion.
AND THROWS HIM RIGHT SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLES WITH A SICKENING POP!
MATT RUBY: ZEUS IN CHRIST! Did you hear that crack BB? The Artist may well have broken Cade's arm with that throw!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I don't know about broken but it certainly doesn't look good. Cade is hurt and Jasper...that sadistic bastard sees blood in the water.
Perseus slowly gets to his feet, wincing from the pain and the near useless right arm but he gulps slow, swinging wild at Jasper with a left as the Artist easily dodges, nailing a hard elbow to the back of the head before he lifts Cade up into the air, rushing forward
VANISHING POINT INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! CADE NEARLY BOUNCES OFF THE BUCKLES FROM THE BRUTAL CRUCIFIX BOMB BUT JASPER'S NOT DONE!
He lifts Cade up again, twisting the bad arm behind his back before hoisting him up high
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: VANISHING POINT ONTO THE BAD ARM! Cade looks like he's about to scream out in agony but he doesn't give the Artist the satisfaction.
Jasper smiles that sadistic smile, not covering instead dropping to the mat. He kicks Cade over onto his stomach before grabbing both arms and flipping back
ARTISTIC BRUTALITY! JASPER REDGRAVE LOCKS JACKSON CADE INTO THE RINGS OF SATURN!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That sadistic fucker! Using Jacksons' brothers move against him, not only trying to make him tap out to the pain but humilate him at the same time.
MATT RUBY: It's a brilliant move BB, exactly what our scumbag former sheriff deserves.
Jackson is screaming in pain but ignoring Mills as he's asked to give up. Cade tries to weather the pain as he slowly tries to drag himself towards the ropes. Jasper barely stopping him as Cade manages to drape his lower leg over the bottom rope, as Mills begins to count Jasper down.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
Redgrave breaks the hold just in time, feigning innocence to Mills before delivering a hard kick to the bad arm of Cade. Jasper smiles before reaching down and trying to drag Cade away from the ropes
ONE ARMED SCHOOL BOY OUT OF NOWHERE! CAN CADE STEAL THIS?
Mills slides down to count
ONE
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TW...JASPER EASILY KICKS OUT
Redgrave rolls to his feet right into a headbutt to the stomach before Cade rolls backwards
HOSTILE
FUCKING
DOWN!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: YES! Jackson nails the Superkick out of nowhere but that may have been all she wrote as Cade falls the wrong way through the ropes to the floor below.
Jasper may be out on the canvas as Jackson slowly rises to his feet, back against the buckles as he wraps his bad arm around the ropes,
AND SLAMS HIMSELF BACKWARDS INTO THE STEEL!
MATT RUBY: What the hell is that crazy bastard doing? He's not intent on the punishment our world champions going to dish out to him?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Did you not hear that pop Ruby? Cade just got his shoulder back into place, painful sure but at least now he's fighting on equal terms.
Jackson winces in pain for a moment before shaking it off as he looks to the ring and Redgrave slowly getting to his feet.
PERSEUS LEAPS THROUGH THE ROPES WITH A SLINGSHOT SPEAR!
Jackson staying down as he pounds onto Jasper with heavy lefts and rights, the Artist managing to throw him off as Cade rolls to his fee, rushing and nailing Jasper with a hard Pump Kick to the jaw before he lifts him up into the air.
MASTER...NO! Jasper slips back behind Cade
THE BRUSH STROKE! FORWARD RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP OUT OF NOWHERE!
MATT RUBY: I told you BB, Jasper Redgrave is our world champion and he's going to stay that way. Nobody kicks out of the Brush Stroke. NOBODY!
Jackson looks out cold as Jasper laughs sadistically, slowly crawling over and hooking the leg. Mills slowly slides down, beginning to count as the crowd begin to boo.
ONE
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TWO
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THRE......
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THREE?
THREE
MATT RUBY: YES! YES! I told you BB, Jasper Redgrave is the absolute best and Jackson Cade will never, EEVVVVERRRR beat him again.
Jasper gets to his feet, celebrating heavily as he walks over to Mills, demanding he raise his hand in victory but Stanton ignores him for a moment before shaking his head and pointing to the ropes.
Where Jackson Cade has his foot on the bottom rope.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Never ever is a long time Ruby and this ain't finished quite yet. Jackson Cade is still in this match and Jasper Redgrave, he looks absolutely nettled.
The Artist is incensed, pulling Mills close as he screams in his face. Mills doesn't budge, as Jasper just throws him down with disgust before looking to ringside. He spots something as that sick smile crosses his face once more. He rolls to the outside and pulls something away from the time keeper.
The OSW World Championship
Still stained with the blood of CJ Thorpe.
MATT RUBY: Well Jackson's about to wish he did stay down, the Artist may well send him to be with his brother soon.
Redgrave rolls into the ring, kissing the gold deep and slowly for a moment before backing up as Jackson slowly rises to his feet. He stares Perseus in the eyes for a moment before rushing forward
AS JACKSON SUPERKICKS THE BELT RIGHT INTO JASPER'S FACE!
The crowd roar in approval as Jasper is out on his feet, Jackson lifting Jasper up high and in the third attempt
DELIVERS THE MASTERKEY BRAINBUSSSTAAAHHHH!
Cade isn't done, feeling the rage flow through his veins, he rushes to the ropes, leaping up to the top rope
SCREAAMMINNNG EEAGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOO! Diving Elbow Drop right to the black heart of Jasper Redgrave as the entire Olympus crowd are on their feet for Jackson Cade.
Who picks up the fallen world title, staring at it for a moment as a single tear rolls down his face.
And then he looks up, with molten fire in his eyes. As Jasper Redgrave stumbles to his feet
AND HE SPRINTS FORWARD, SLAMMING THE GOLD RIGHT BETWEEN THE ARTIST"S EYES BUSTING HIM WIDE OPEN!
MATT RUBY: DQ HIM! DQ him Mills, that's a clear violation of the rules by Cade there.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Hey in a match like this, he'll allow it and you know it.
Jackson stares at the belt for a moment, closing his eyes before tossing it back to the time keeper. He slowly walks over to the corner, holding the ropes and to the thunderous roar of the crowd, begins to stomp on the mat.
Jasper Redgrave gets to one knee as Cade begins to stomp harder.
Redgrave slowly pulls himself up with the ropes as Cade begins to shake the ring from the force of the stomps.
The Artist is on his feet, stumbling around as Perseus sprints forward, leaping higher then he ever has
HOSTILE
MOTHER
FUCKING
DOWN!
Leaping Superkick hits the mark but Jackson doesn't let him fall, instead pulling him in close.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You can see the emotion on his face here, the sheer moment that means everything to him. Taking everything away from Jasper Redgrave, and all he needs is one final shot.
THE
RIGHT
THING
PEDIGREE!!!
Jackson drives Jasper into the mat with the Pedigree but he doesn't cover, instead grabbing his arms and flipping backwards
UNBREAKABLE CHAINS! RINGS OF SATURN!
Mills drops down, Jasper is screaming in agony as he's trapped in the middle of the ring. Blood pooling down his face as Jackson pulls back with all his strength.
Jasper screams out
I QUIT
HE GIVES UP!
HE GIVES UP AS THE CROWD EXPLODES! WE HAVE A NEW OSW WORLD CHAMPION!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: HE DID IT! Jackson Cade did it, he survived the brutality of the Artist and picked up the biggest victory of his career by not only avenging his brother but becoming the new and two time OSW World Champion by doing so.
MATT RUBY: I don't like the guy but even I've gotta admit, he deserved that victory tonight. He took everything Redgrave gave him and more and still came out on top.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Very few competitors reach the mountain here in Olympus and Jackson Cade has now done it twice. Whatever happens in the future, however this war goes, you can never take that away from him.
Unburied Truths
MATT RUBY: This is the worst day in the history of OSW.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We have a new World Champion, Ruby. And he’s a beacon of goodness in this world.
MATT RUBY: Beacon of… You imbecile.
The crowd is going banana as Jackson Cade climbs the turnbuckle to raise the OSW World Championship high.
He looks down at Jasper Redgrave, battered and broken on the mat, a moment of raw satisfaction burning in his chest.
But before he can truly revel in his victory—
George Cade storms onto the stage.
MATT RUBY: Why is he here!?
There’s no celebration in George’s face. No pride. Only urgency. He gets in the ring, making sure Jackson is looking him in the eye. “Jack. We need to go. Now.”
Cade, still catching his breath, furrows his brow. “The hell you talkin’ about?”
George shakes his head, his voice hard. “Someone dug up C.J.’s body.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What kind of sick individual would do that?
MATT RUBY: I heard it was a hidden burial mound anyway.
Instantly, Cade’s head snaps toward Redgrave, his grip tightening on the belt. “You bastard.”
Jasper, still sprawled on the mat, laughs, weak but amused. “Do you think if I’d have dug up poor Joey’s corpse, I’d have only made the display I did? Oh, Little Eagle, I’d do so much more.”
George turns Jackson back around. “We’ll figure out who did it. I don’t give a shit about this punk right now. We need to go. Now.”
Cade’s jaw locks before he drops to the mat, rolls out of the ring, and storms up the ramp.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Someone has dug up C.J. Thorpe’s body, from a supposedly hidden burial site.
MATT RUBY: If it wasn’t Redgrave, who would do that?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: They better pray to every god they know for mercy, because Jackson Cade isn’t going to show them any.
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We come back to a raucous arena, the fans buzzing with anticipation as the steel ladders stand ominously around the ring. The coveted Invasion Briefcase hangs high above the squared circle, the prize that eight warriors will sacrifice their bodies for tonight. This is the biggest match of some of their careers. They've never been in anything like it, and if they don't survive it, they may never be in anything like it ever again.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Ladies and gentlemen, this is what we live for! Eight of the most ruthless, high-flying, and devastatingly brutal competitors in our industry today, all vying for the Invasion Briefcase! Ladders, chairs, tables—absolute carnage is guaranteed!
MATT RUBY: It's not just a match, BB, it's a warzone! These eight competitors are going to do everything in their power to grab that briefcase, and by the end of the night, I guarantee you someone’s gonna need medical attention. For those of you new to Invasion, we start with two and stagger the other six entries until everyone is in the ring.
A wave of darkness creeps over the arena, with the lights being extinguished at one end before making their way to the opposite side of the arena. As "She Went Bad" by Dead Posey blares over the PA, a faint glow emanates from the entrance way before a female silhouette emerges partially blocking the light.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Eclipse is number one. That's a powerful position. Remember folks, that briefcase can be won before all eight competitors enter the ring. The quicker you enter, the more chance you stand... until the match goes the distance.
MATT RUBY: Yikes. If the match goes the distance and you started at one and two, your odds of winning decrease dramatically.
The lights are restored, albeit dimmer than before, and Eclipse starts sauntering down the aisle, hands clasped together behind her back in feigned innocence. She ascends the ring steps before draping her arms over the top rope and surveying the audience with a smug grin. Backflipping over the ropes, The Black Bride sarcastically blows kisses to those in attendance as the boos rain down.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Who's her opponent?
MATT RUBY: It doesn't matter. Eclipse is my favourite to win this entire thing.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That's some early confidence, Ruby.
The lights go dim as the strings of My Hero by Man with a mission begin swelling, When the drums kick lights brighten up the stage revealing the intent stare of Wolf Fang Ayame. She begins walking down to the ring staring down what she considers her hunting grounds.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Hoooo Boy!
MATT RUBY: This is rigged! What's the chances that Eclipse's mortal enemy is drawn second!? Give me a break!
As she reaches the ring side she begins going from the floor to starting to climb up to the turnbuckle. Ending when she's staring out around the arena. She lifts up her hood with wolf ears on it and looks up to the sky releasing a howl. Before hopping down from the top to the ring and returning to the corner in a crouched ready to strike position.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The moment has arrived, folks! The invasion briefcase is hanging high above the ring, and two of the most dangerous women in the business are about to go to war. Eclipse, The Black Bride, and Wolf Fang Ayame, The Wolf, have deep history, and tonight, they’ll tear each other apart for the ultimate prize!
MATT RUBY: This is a blood feud, BB. Eclipse and Ayame despise each other, and you can bet your last credit that neither of them gives a damn about climbing a ladder right now. They want to maim, they want to brutalize, and then—only then—will they think about grabbing that briefcase.
DING! DING!
The bell rings, and the crowd erupts as both women explode out of their corners. Ayame sprints forward first, launching a stiff forearm into Eclipse’s jaw that sends her stumbling back. But The Black Bride grins—she thrives on punishment. She retaliates with a knife-edge chop that cracks through the arena, the force sending Ayame reeling.
Wolf Fang Ayame snarls, her wolf-like instincts kicking in. She ducks under another chop and fires off a sharp leg kick to Eclipse’s thigh, then another, and another, before stepping in—SPINNING BACKFIST! Eclipse staggers! Ayame follows up with a stiff knee to the ribs, then whips her to the ropes. Eclipse ducks a clothesline, rebounds—TAKEDOWN BY AYAME!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Wolf is on the hunt early! She’s all over Eclipse! That’s how you deal with a rat—you corner it before it scurries away!
MATT RUBY: Rude.
Ayame mounts Eclipse and rains down heavy strikes, fists cracking off Eclipse’s skull. The Black Bride rakes her nails across Ayame’s eyes, momentarily blinding her. She slithers free, rolling to her feet. Ayame shakes it off, but Eclipse is already moving—
LUNAR LANDING!
A brutal running Meteora drives Ayame down to the mat!
Eclipse doesn’t stop. She slithers onto Ayame’s back and digs her fingers into her mouth—UNHOLY MATRIMONY!
The double fish-hook crossface is locked in! Ayame thrashes wildly, her hands clawing at Eclipse’s wrists, her legs kicking against the mat. The crowd roars, urging Ayame to fight free! There's no submissions, no tapping out!
Ayame digs her nails into Eclipse’s fingers, forcing the break! Eclipse snarls and stands, but Ayame rolls backward onto her feet, pushing The Bride off into the corner and then sprinting towards her...
—ON THE HUNT!
The corner enziguri lands flush on Eclipse’s temple! She slumps against the turnbuckle. Ayame rushes back in..
TAIL STRIKE! The hip attack smashes into Eclipse’s face, rocking her!
MATT RUBY: Ayame’s running wild! She’s got Eclipse right where she wants her!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: But she needs to stay focused! There are no pinfalls here—she’s gotta go for that ladder!
Ayame slides out of the ring, grabbing a steel chair from ringside. She tosses it over the ropes before reaching under the apron—A LADDER! She drags it out, sliding it into the ring. The crowd erupts as she starts to slide in—but Eclipse is up! She grabs the chair
—KISS OF DEATH! BLACK MIST TO AYAME’S FACE!
That dazes Ayame!
STEEL CHAIR TO THE FUCKING SKULL!
Ayame screams, slamming into the canvas whilst clutching her head, rolling onto the floor as Eclipse cackles in the ring. The Black Bride sets her sights on the ladder, a twisted grin on her face—
BUZZ!
The lights dim for a moment as ominous organ music fills the arena. Suddenly, a low, ominous hum begins to fill the air, growing in intensity as the crowd quiets in anticipation. Suddenly, the haunting strains of "O Fortuna" by Carl Orff begin to echo through the arena, the powerful orchestral notes reverberating off the walls. The massive, foreboding chorus builds, creating a sense of impending doom.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And here comes our next competitor! The man who walks the so called righteous path—Reverend Ezekiel Graves!
MATT RUBY: The Harbinger of Judgment has arrived, and you can bet he’s here to dish out some divine retribution! I can't wait to see it! I have to say, BB, could you imagine the Lord's hand with a title opportunity at any time God seems it necessary?
The crowd roars with boos as Ezekiel Graves steps onto the stage, his imposing 6’6 frame casting a terrifying shadow under the spotlight. He slowly makes his way down the ramp, his cold stare locked onto Eclipse, who’s standing in the ring, her smile fading.
Eclipse quickly turns her attention back to the ladder, realizing she needs to act fast. She sets it up and starts climbing, but Graves steps over the ropes and marches toward her. He grips the ladder—AND YANKS IT BACK! Eclipse crashes hard onto the mat, arching her back in pain!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You may not like him folks, but the power of Ezekiel Graves is a sight to behold! He’s here to make a statement!
Graves wastes no time, yanking Eclipse up by the throat—THE FINAL JUDGMENT! A MASSIVE CHOKESLAM SENDS ECLIPSE CRASHING TO THE MAT!
MATT RUBY: She’s been sent straight to Hell! Graves isn’t playing around!
The Harbinger isn’t finished. He spots Ayame crawling back into the ring, her face still stained with Eclipse’s mist. Graves marches toward her, dragging her to her feet. He hoists her up—PURGATORY PLUNGE! A DEVASTATING POWERBOMB THAT SHAKES THE RING!
The crowd is in a frenzy as Graves stands tall, towering over both fallen women. He looks up at the briefcase, but instead of climbing, he drops to a knee, bowing his head in silent prayer.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What's this buffoon doing!? Graves should be here to win but he's making some kinda statement of divine punishment! This will surely cost him valuable time?!
MATT RUBY: God protects, BB! God protects and Graves serves him faithfully!
BUZZ!
Before he can capitalize, the arena plunges into darkness. A deep hum fills the air as the audience falls silent. A flickering red light pierces the shadows, illuminating a towering silhouette. Swirling fog consumes the entrance ramp as Nero, The Cyberhound, emerges.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Cyberhound is here, and he’s ready to bark, bite and claw his prey!
MATT RUBY: Graves might have been dishing out divine judgment according to the script of his almight lord, but Nero is here to rewrite that script! He already stole from the poor man, now he's gonna try and steal this too?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I think you'll find that Graves stole it first.
His jacket glows with neon red circuitry, his gauntlet pulsing like a glitching hologram. Moving with measured intent, he strides down the ramp and into the ring. Nero ascends the turnbuckle, cups his hands around his mouth—AND LETS OUT A PRIMAL HOWL! THE CROWD ERUPTS!
Nero leaps onto the ropes—SPRINGBOARD CUTTER TO GRAVES! The big man crashes to the mat! Eclipse rushes at Nero—FIREWALL! A thunderous superkick to Eclipse’s jaw! Ayame wipes the mist from her face, seeing an opening—CRESCENT MOON KICK TO NERO! The crowd is in chaos as all four competitors begin to brawl!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The stakes couldn’t be higher, folks! We've got bodies flying everywhere!
The chaos continues as Nero rolls to the outside, narrowly avoiding an elbow from Eclipse. She turns her attention back to Reverend Graves, who’s now sitting up, shaking off the effects of the springboard cutter. Eclipse senses her opportunity and grabs the nearest ladder, sliding it under the ropes with speed. She sets it up, her eyes blazing with a mix of madness and focus. Ayame, who has been biding her time, now charges
—ON THE HUNT! The enziguri connects with Eclipse’s jaw as she steps through the ropes.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: My god! This has become a warzone, Ruby!
MATT RUBY: And there’s still one four more people to come! How are these four even standing right now?
With Eclipse rocked, Ayame turns toward the ladder, which is still upright, but just inches from reaching the briefcase. She steps towards it with an animalistic ferocity, but Graves is already there, standing tall once more. He grabs the base of the ladder AND YANKS IT BACK! The small Ayame is sent flying over the top rope to the outside, landing hard on the floor with a sickening thud!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: She just got tossed like a ragdoll!
MATT RUBY: What a force of nature! I’d like to see someone try to take him down! I think Graves is my pick to win this entire thing!
Graves looks toward Nero, who is now back on his feet after a short breather outside the ring. Nero gives him a death glare, and both men lock eyes. There’s a brief moment of tension before Graves swings a massive haymaker—BLOCKED! Nero ducks under it and kicks Graves in the gut, doubling him over. Then, Nero jumps, connecting with a swift Packet Storm
—SPRINGBOARD CUTTER! The impact rattles Graves, but the preacher quickly regains his composure, rage swelling in his chest.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I thought for a moment that Graves was done for, but look at him—he just keeps coming! He's a monster!
MATT RUBY: Never count out a man of the cloth! I told you, he's gonna win this thing!
Meanwhile, Eclipse, her head still spinning, stumbles toward the corner, where she spots Nero and Graves going at it. She grins wickedly, her eyes narrowing with a devious gleam. Without hesitation, she grabs a steel chair and rushes forward..
CHAIRSHOT TO GRAVES!
CHAIRSHOT TO NERO! DOWN THEY GO!
She places the chair on Graves and looks towards the ropes, running at them with all the speed she can muster...
—CRIMSON TIDE! The Lionsault hits Graves right in the chest, crushing him beneath the steel chair, flattening him, while Nero narrowly escapes the strike. Eclipse quickly rolls over and grabs Graves...
—UNHOLY MATRIMONY! The Double Fish-hook Crossface locks in, and Graves howls in agony as his neck bends, but there's no submissions and no tapping out!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Graves is tougher than a two dollar steak!! He’s being punished right now but look at his face.
MATT RUBY: Eclipse is just sick in the head, locking him in this twisted submission, while also playing with him. I love it! I might even let her do that to me, you know.
But before the hold can fully sink in, Ayame slides back into the ring, her eyes seething. She rushes at Eclipse
—TAIL STRIKE!
The hip attack crashes into the back of Eclipse's head, breaking the hold. She gets back to her feet, stumbling back into the ropes. Ayame spins, determined, and rushes forward
—HEAVEN'S HOWL!
Her diving knees land flush on Eclipse’s chest, sending the smaller woman reeling.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And there it is! Ayame’s looking for some payback after everything Eclipse has done to her, and it’s not pretty!
MATT RUBY: But they are, right?
As Ayame tries to catch her breath, Nero once again eyes the ladder, a small opening now that Graves and Eclipse are briefly downed. He’s quick on his feet, sliding the ladder into position. With lightning speed, Nero begins to climb, his gauntlet flashing as he ascends.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Nero’s climbing! He’s going for the briefcase! This might be his moment!
MATT RUBY: He’s got the speed! He’s got the agility! But let's face it, he's an idiot!
Before Nero can reach the top, Graves turns his attention toward him, catching his breath, and then charging—HOLY WRATH!
A lariat blasts the ladder and sends Nero flying off AND ONTO WOLF FANG AYAME WITH A HURRICANRANNA!!!
MATT RUBY: WHAT A SEQUENCE!
BUZZ!
The arena goes dark once more, the deafening sound of the opening to Raw Deal blaring through the speakers.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Hold onto your seats, folks, because here comes one of the most unpredictable and dangerous competitors in the business—Hatchet! The hardcore juggernaut who’s ready to bring the chaos! You can't trust him. No-one can.
MATT RUBY: This guy is an absolute wrecking ball! The Juggalo is all about violence, and I’ve got a feeling he’s about to make this match even messier!
The crowd erupts into a mix of cheers and jeers as Hatchet appears at the entrance, bottle of Faygo in hand. He cracks a wicked smirk, eyeing the fans before shaking the bottle with a menacing grin.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And there he is, in all his glory! Hatchet, the hardcore juggernaut, ready to tear through everyone in his path! There was definitely a mixed reaction from the crowd here tonight.
MATT RUBY: He’s got that bottle, BB, and I don’t think it’s just for show! I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s just the first thing that gets broken in this match.
Hatchet walks down the ramp, shaking the bottle with manic energy before spraying the sticky soda all over the front row. The crowd goes wild, some loving it, others recoiling in disgust, but no one can deny that Hatchet has arrived, ready to unleash carnage. He slides into the ring, immediately locking eyes with the competitors already brawling.
As Hatchet stands tall, his eyes flickering across the ring, Eclipse, Ayame and Nero are all still down, recovering from the brutal exchanges. Hatchet quickly ducks a Clothesline by The Reverend, nailing him WITH THE FAYGO BOTTLE TO THE SIDE OF THE FUCKING FACE!! Graves stumbles and Hatchet drops him with a Neckbreaker.
Ayame, meanwhile, is crawling toward the ladder, trying to seize the opportunity, her hand gripping the rungs. But just as she gets to the bottom, Hatchet closes the gap, his heavy boots thudding against the mat.
She pulls herself to her feet with use of the ladder. But without warning, Hatchet rushes at Ayame—WIG SPLIT!
The massive headbutt connects with Ayame’s skull, sending her crashing back to the mat! The crowd winces, hearing the sickening thud of her skull hitting the canvas, but Hatchet is relentless.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Good God! That headbutt might have just rearranged Ayame’s brain! She’s out cold!
MATT RUBY: I've changed my mind... Hatchet is definitely gonna win this thing!
Nero, still groggy from the previous assault, staggers to his feet, trying to catch his breath. He turns just in time to meet Hatchet's wrath. The Juggalo charges in..
—LARIAT! The Clothesline explodes on Nero’s jaw, sending the hacker staggering back and finally crumpling to the mat in a heap!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: LARRRIATTTTOOOO! Hatchet just obliterated Nero with that devastating clothesline! He surely has the upper hand now.
MATT RUBY: This is exactly what I expected when Hatchet showed up! No finesse, no strategy—just pure mayhem! That's why he's my pick to win it all!
As the arena shakes from the intensity, Graves slowly rises from the mat, shaking his head and getting to his feet, but Hatchet is already on the hunt. Hatchet charges at Graves, looking for a massive HOKUS POKUS! The Double Underhook Powerbomb slams the preacher into the mat with enough force to rattle the entire ring. Graves is left gasping for air, unable to recover from the shock of the impact.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This is an absolute clinic by Hatchet!
MATT RUBY: I can’t believe what I’m seeing! Hatchet just powerbombed Graves like a ragdoll! There’s no mercy in his heart and I bloody love it! That's two monsters going at it and my two picks for winning this match.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Two!?
Hatchet stands over the fallen preacher, looking down at him with disdain. He turns toward Eclipse, who is still dazed and getting to her feet. Hatchet doesn’t waste a second, grabbing Eclipse by the throat before dropping to his knees.
—JUGGA LOW! The low blow takes Eclipse off guard, but she just stands, looking at him.
"I ain't got no balls, clown," she says, KICKING HIM IN THE FUCKING FACE! Hatchet stumbles backwards...
—LOW BLOW by Eclipse!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Low blow! Eclipse just hit Hatchet where it hurts the most, and now he’s down! This is unbelievable!
Eclipse pulls himback to his feet, but he nails her with a Headbutt, stumbling her backwards!
Hatchet looks toward the ladder, now partially tilted, leaning against the ropes. He stalks toward it, a wicked grin spreading across his face. As he pulls the ladder into the center of the ring, he climbs it with the same fury that he brings to every fight. But just as he reaches the top, Eclipse, still reeling from the Headbutt, rushes toward him
—HURRICANRANNA! The Running Hurricanranna connects with Hatchet’s head, sending him crashing to the mat, the ladder tilting dangerously to one side.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Eclipse isn’t out of this just yet! She caught Hatchet off guard with that high-flying Huricanranna. She has to try and climb the ladder now.
MATT RUBY: That was a beautiful move and I wouldn't mind having her legs wrapped around my head, but you can tell that Eclipse is running on fumes. She’s been through so much already!
As Eclipse slowly recovers, she sets the ladder back in place, determined to climb. But as she starts ascending, Graves, finally back on his feet, steps forward..
—PURGATORY PLUNGE! The high-impact powerbomb catches Eclipse off guard, slamming her into the canvas with bone-shattering force. The ladder wobbles dangerously, but Graves stands tall, still focused on his mission.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This is a wild match! Eclipse just got powerbombed straight to hell! Graves might have just sealed her fate for tonight!
MATT RUBY: I told you he'd be the one to win this, didn't I!?
Hatchet, still recovering from the earlier fall, staggers to his feet and locks eyes with Ezekiel, the briefcase hanging overhead. They both reach for the ladder again, positioning it under the briefcase. With determination and pure brute force, Hatchet and Ezekiel Graves begins their climb once more.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Who's gonna make it to the top!?
But this time, Nero, somehow still breathing after the punishing attack, springs into action. He charges toward the rops—PACKET STORM! The springboard cutter sends Hatchet crashing to the mat once more. But now Graves has his fingertips on the case...
BUZZ!
POWERBOMB BY NERO FROM THE LADDER TO EZEKIEL GRAVES!!
HOLY SHIT! HE USED ALL HIS STRENGTH FROM BELOW TO DRAG HIM DOWN AND INTO THE CANVAS!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: OH MY GOSH! DID YOU SEE THAT!?
MATT RUBY: And here comes the next entrant...
The arena dims once again, and a haunting, orchestral melody begins to fill the air. The eerie and ethereal tones of Lux Aeterna play through the speakers, casting a strange atmosphere over the crowd. As the music swells, Anton Savor, the Lord High Emperor of Sustenance, steps onto the stage. His gaze is icy, his demeanor calm, but there’s an undeniable air of confidence surrounding him as he walks toward the ring. The crowd watches in stunned silence, waiting for this enigmatic figure to make his move.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And here he is! Anton Savor, the Chef himself, the man who has an unsettling calmness about him—but don’t let that fool you. He’s a technician in the ring, and he’s going to bring a whole new level of precision to this match!
MATT RUBY: The last time we saw Savor, he was trapped by Ayame after forming an alliance with Eclipse. But now, he’s been freed, and it looks like he’s got a new agenda tonight.
Anton steps into the ring, his eyes scanning the chaos that has already unfolded. Hatchet, Nero, and Graves are all recovering from the the intensity of the match, while Eclipse struggles to pull herself together after the brutal powerbomb from Graves earlier.. Anton’s cool, calculated gaze takes it all in. He’s here to execute a plan—one with surgical precision.
As he slowly steps forward, he sees Graves still hunched over, catching his breath. Nero may have hit a Powerbomb but it took more out of his tiny frame than did it the Monster Reverend. The towering preacher, still reeling from the onslaught of moves from earlier, is just about in range.
Savor doesn’t hesitate for a moment. He charges toward Graves, launching into
—FLAMBÉ!
The rapid-fire series of knife-edge chops hits Graves with blistering speed, but before Graves can react, Savor spins around—SPINNING BACK ELBOW! The shot catches Graves square on the jaw, sending him reeling.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: A flawless series of strikes from Anton Savor! That spinning back elbow rocked Graves—the Harbinger is down again!
MATT RUBY: The Chef is serving up some serious punishment, and I’m here for it, BB! Graves looks like he’s in some real trouble now and like I've said all along, Anton Savor is my favourite to win this thing!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: WHAT!?
Graves stumbles back, disoriented. Anton Savor takes a few steps back, his eyes never leaving the towering preacher. But before Savor can capitalize, Eclipse lunges at him—her mind clearly focused on betrayal. She wraps her arm around Savor's neck
—GASTRONOMY GUILLOTINE! The guillotine choke is locked in tight, but Anton, ever the technician, uses his agility and leverage to escape quickly.
He spins, dropping to his knees and pulling Eclipse to the mat with a counter-move, his bodyweight using her momentum against her.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Anton Savor with a textbook escape from that choke! He’s quick on his feet for a man who’s trained in precision rather than pure strength!
MATT RUBY: And he’s just getting started, BB! You can tell he’s ready to go full throttle now that he’s in the ring!
Meanwhile, Nero and Hatchet have both started to rise from the wreckage of their previous attacks. Nero seems to be the quicker of the two, his agility giving him a slight advantage. As Hatchet stumbles toward the ladder, Nero rushes in—PACKET STORM! Another springboard cutter takes Hatchet off his feet, but this time, Nero doesn’t stop there. He grabs the ladder, positioning it under the briefcase. He starts to climb, but Anton Savor sees the opportunity and sprints toward him.
Savor leaps—CRÈME BRÛLÉE! The surprise superkick lands square on Nero's jaw as he climbs, knocking him off the ladder, crashing back down to the mat. The crowd lets out a collective gasp as Nero hits the canvas with a thud.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What a kick! Anton Savor just destroyed Nero with that surprise superkick!
MATT RUBY: That came out of nowhere! Savor’s got lightning fast reflexes, and I think he just set his sights on the prize!
Savor eyes the ladder once more, and this time, there’s nothing standing between him and the briefcase. But just as he reaches for the ladder, Hatchet, who’s regained his bearings, grabs Savor from behind
—HOKUS POKUS!
The double underhook powerbomb slams Anton to the mat with bone-jarring force. Hatchet stands tall over the fallen chef, his crazed grin spreading across his face as he hoists the ladder once more, setting it up in the center of the ring.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Hatchet just decimated Savor! There’s no stopping him when he gets in the zone!
MATT RUBY: That's why he's my favourite to win this whole thing, BB. Hatchet for the win like I've said from the start.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Are you for real?
As Hatchet begins his climb, Graves is back on his feet, though still dazed. He eyes Hatchet with a steely glare, his fists clenched in anger. Without a moment’s hesitation, Graves rushes toward the ladder and pulls it back
—PURGATORY PLUNGE! HATCHET FALLS OFF THE LADDER AND STRAIGHT INTO THE POWERBOMB!
The powerbomb hits Hatchet with devastating force, sending him crashing back to the mat. The ladder tips over and lands with a loud clang, leaving Hatchet writhing in pain.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And once again, the Harbinger delivers! Hatchet has been sent to hell by Graves, and now he’s down! Who's gonna win it, Ruby?
MATT RUBY: Ezekiel Graves, duh. I've said that from the start. Why aren't you listening!?
BUZZ!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Hold onto your hats, folks, because here comes a man who’s about to turn this match into a freak show! Klaus Way is in the building, and he's bringing all the madness with him!
MATT RUBY: I have to admit, I’m not sure what to expect from this guy, BB. One minute he’s technically sound, the next he’s pulling off a wild stunt! This match is about to get even more chaotic! Does anyone even know what side the wild card is truly on?
The sound of a radio tuning fills the arena, sending a shiver through the crowd. The lights dim, and the atmosphere shifts. The eerie static crackles before the upbeat carnival music of Klaus Way’s theme begins to play. The crowd reacts with a mixture of intrigue and unease as a single spotlight shines down at the entrance. Klaus Way, the Ringmaster himself, steps into the light, smirking as the sounds of "Welcome to the Freak Show! Let us show you the Way!" ring out through the speakers, followed by his unsettling laugh—"Ha ha hee ha ha ha!"
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And here he comes! Klaus Way has arrived, and he’s brought an army of freaks with him!
Klaus' entourage—an assortment of strange and eccentric freaks—follow him down the ramp. Some are juggling, others contorting their bodies into impossible positions, while a few of them stare at the crowd with unsettling eyes. It’s a spectacle like no other. As Klaus enters the ring, the spotlight centers solely on him, and the freaks retreat into the darkness. He surveys the carnage in the ring before stepping into the squared circle with a confident swagger. The crowd, still uneasy, watches intently, wondering what the Ringmaster will do next.
Klaus steps into the ring and immediately looks around at the wreckage of his fellow competitors. Hatchet is still writhing on the mat, struggling to get back to his feet, while Nero, Graves, and Anton Savor are all in various stages of recovery. Klaus smirks and turns his attention to Nero, who’s still dazed from the earlier superkick from Savor. Klaus moves in and locks eyes with him, a twisted grin forming on his face.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And here we go! Klaus Way’s got his sights set on Nero, and that can’t be good for the hacker!
MATT RUBY: This guy is sick, BB! I’m telling you, I’d be nervous if I were anyone in the ring right now! Klaus doesn’t play fair! I love it! He's my pick to win this thing, I tell ya.
With the speed of a man who's done this a hundred times, Klaus Way grabs Nero’s arm and twists it into a brutal Cirque Douleur—a Stormbreaker that sends Nero crashing down to the mat with bone-shaking impact! The crowd winces at the sound of Nero’s spine slamming against the canvas, but Klaus isn’t done yet. He drags Nero toward the corner, positioning him for something more sinister. Klaus climbs up the ropes and looks down at the fallen hacker, ready to deliver more damage.
But before Klaus can fully capitalize, Anton Savor is back on his feet. He charges at Klaus, delivering a well-placed Crème Brûlée to the back of Klaus’ head! The Superkick hit its mark, dropping Klaus off the ropes, followed by the spinning back elbow that knocks Klaus off balance. Anton moves quickly, taking control of the match, his technical prowess putting Klaus on the defensive.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Anton Savor just saved Nero from Klaus’ clutches! Given everything that's happened, that's a surprise.
MATT RUBY: I’m not sure how much longer Klaus can keep up with Savor’s precision. He’s one of the most technically gifted guys in this match!
Klaus stumbles back, and Graves, who has finally regained his bearings, sees an opening. He charges at the Ringmaster, trying to capitalize on the disorientation, but Klaus sidesteps with a quick twist of his body, avoiding Graves’ Clothesline. HE TAKES OUT SAVOR AND NERO INSTEAD!
Ezekiel turns locking eyes with the Ringmaster and smirks.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What audacity from Klaus! But Graves isn't one to be embarrassed for long. Look at him! The Harbinger of Judgment is about to explode!
MATT RUBY: This is the moment where you make your choice, BB. Either Graves can capitalize on Klaus' arrogance, or he lets the Ringmaster keep playing his twisted games!
Suddenly, Wolf Fang Ayame leaps from no-where, clobbering Graves over the top rope and to the outside!
Klaus, shrugs, still reveling in the chaos and turns his attention to Hatchet, who’s barely starting to stir. He rushes over to the fallen juggernaut and begins to taunt him, kicking him in the ribs to wake him up. Hatchet growls in pain but gets up and pushes Klaus back with a forceful shove, clearly not in the mood for games.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Hatchet’s not having any of this nonsense! Klaus better watch out—he's pissed off one of the toughest men in this match! Their history doesn't favour Way.
MATT RUBY: Hatchet might’ve been down for a while, but he’s still a wrecking ball, BB! Klaus better pray that he doesn’t get hit with the Suicide Hotline, or this match will end quickly! That's why Hatchet is my pick to win this match.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You're insane.
BUZZ!
The lights turn out as heavy chords are heard. Thin streams of light flickering before a tight spotlight is put on one solitary man with his head down. Destructo walks down the ramp, ignoring the cheers from the crowd as 'Them Bones' plays through the speakers.
For a moment he begins to sprint down the ramp, the crowd cheering but he stops himself at ringside, shaking his head before rolling into the ring.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Here comes Destructo!
MATT RUBY: And... there he goes...
Destructo immediately launches himself at Hatchet, sending both men crashing through the middle ropes in a flurry of chaos. Eclipse, the Black Bride, slides to the outside, already eyeing a steel chair. Meanwhile, Wolf Fang Ayame charges at Klaus Way, leaping into a devastating enzuigiri that sends the Ringmaster sprawling.
Anton Savor and Reverend Ezekiel Graves collide in the center of the ring like freight trains, the powerhouse preacher getting the better of the exchange with a brutal lariat. Meanwhile on the outside, Hatchet tosses Destructo into the barricade! He wastes no time, sliding back into the ring and leveling Savor with a devastating headbutt before turning his attention to a nearby ladder. But before he can set it up—
CRACK! Eclipse slams a chair across Hatchet’s back with unrelenting force. She sneers as she winds up for another shot, but Ayame comes flying off the top rope—
HEAVEN’S HOWL! Diving knees to Eclipse’s skull send her crumbling to the mat!
The crowd erupts as Ayame kips up, only to be blindsided by Klaus Way, who drags her by the hair and flings her over the top rope! Klaus turns back—
FLAMBÉ! Savor blasts Klaus with a spinning back elbow, sending him sprawling into the ropes! Before Klaus can recover, Savor follows up with a brutal snap suplex, the impact shaking the ring.
Meanwhile, outside the ring, Destructo and Nero are dismantling the announcer’s table. The Hacker slams Destructo's head off it, gaining the upper hand, rolling Destructo onto the surface and climbing onto the barricade.
CRASH OVERRIDE! Springboard moonsault drives Destructo through THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! The crowd roars in shock!
MATT RUBY: Destructo might be done! Our table is shattered, and so might be his spine! What great news!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You'd better pray he's unconcious and can't hear you, Ruby.
MATT RUBY: Oh what's he gonna do, offer to re-arrange my parents cemetary flowers? Oh wait, both of my parents are alive, unlike his.
Nero gets back to his feet and retrieves tables from underneath the ring. He places two next to each other, side by side, right outside the ring. What's he planning?
Back in the ring, Reverend Graves is clearing bodies. He picks up a ladder and places it across the one central to the ring and the middle rope, creating a bridge. He pulls The Juggalo to his feet, lifting Hatchet high above his head...
PURGATORY PLUNGE! A ring-shaking powerbomb sends Hatchet crashing STRAIGHT THROUGH THAT propped-up ladder bridge!
Graves turns, but before he can ascend the ladder—
CIRQUE DOULEUR! Klaus Way catches him with a vicious spinning neckbreaker!
The chaos continues as Eclipse recovers, retrieving a kendo stick from under the ring and unleashing a flurry of shots across Ayame’s back. She tosses the weapon aside and hoists Ayame onto the ropes—
LUNAR LANDING! Running Meteora onto the apron! Ayame collapses in a heap!
Eclipse slides back into the ring, spotting an opening. She scrambles up a ladder—but Anton Savor is hot on her heels! The two exchange furious blows at the top of the ladder, teetering dangerously near the briefcase.
Suddenly, Hatchet re-emerges, shoving the ladder with both hands—
Both Eclipse and Savor CRASH through stacked tables outside!
ECLIPSE AND SAVOR CRASH THROUGH THE TABLES NERO SETUP!!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! ECLIPSE AND SAVOR JUST GOT BROKEN IN HALF!
Hatchet roars, but before he can climb, Nero sprints up the now stationary ladder—
PACKET STORM! Springboard cutter from the top of the ladder, driving Hatchet face-first into the mat!
The ring is littered with wreckage. Destructo, somehow still standing, rolls back inside, grabbing a steel chair and smashing it across the spine of Graves. He repositions the ladder, beginning his ascent—
But Klaus Way isn’t finished! He scrambles up the opposite side, trading punches with Destructo as they near the briefcase.
Destructo stuns Klaus with a headbutt and reaches for the case—
CHOKESLAM!! Klaus yanks him down into a devastating CHOKESLAM from the ladder!
Nero and Ayame return to the fray, launching a coordinated assault on Way. Ayame sets up a ladder beside him and climbs it, delivering a series of rapid kicks across ladders before Nero catches him with SUPERKICK!! FIREWALL FROM THE OPPOSITION LADDER!
DOWN GOES WAY!
But Hatchet recovers! He rips Nero off the ladder and hurls him out of the ring! He turns—
CRESCENT MOON KICK! Ayame floors him FROM THE TOP OF THE FUCKING LADDER! HOLY SHIT!!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: WHAT ACTION! WHAT A MOVE!
MATT RUBY: SHE'S CLIMBING AGAIN...
With the ring momentarily clear, Ayame seizes her chance. She ascends the ladder, fingertips grazing the briefcase—
HOLY WRATH! Graves yanks her down and nearly decapitates her with a clothesline!
Bodies are strewn across the ring. Destructo, bloodied but determined, heads up the second ladder and begins ascending. Graves follows him, both men battling at the top across two ladders, each stood on the same side!
Destructo throws a desperate flurry of punches, but Graves grabs him by the throat—
FINAL JUDGMENT! Chokeslam from the top of the ladder into the canvas below!!
Graves steadies himself, reaches up..
BUT THERE'S NERO AGAIN! NERO PUSHES THE LADDER AND GRAVES OVER!
Destructo is somehow back to his feet, just as Graves gets back up. Both he and Nero rush over, dropping him with a Double Clothesline. Both men quickly turn on one another, brawling through the ropes to the outside.
Amidst the chaos, Nero and Destructo find themselves battling up the entrance ramp, steel chair shots ringing out with sickening echoes. Destructo, slams a steel chair into Nero's head, taking him down! He heads back to the ring, going beneath it and pulling out table after table after table.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What the hell is Destructo planning?!
He places one atop the other, constructing a four table tower on the outside! He grabs a ladder, positioning it beside the table tower.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That tower is an accident waiting to happen!
Nero, barely able to stand, somehow musters the strength to rush Destructo, sending both men careening onto the ladder. They struggle, but ascend slowly, exchanging blows with each step, the ladder wobbling beneath their weight.
They reach the top, and decide unbelievably to step onto the wobbly table tower!
MATT RUBY: They’re balancing on top of that tower of destruction! This is insanity!
Nero fires a desperation headbutt, but Destructo retaliates with a savage series of forearm smashes. Hooking Nero into position, he lets out an enraged scream—
NO JUSTICE! OMEGA DRIVER FROM THE TOP AND THROUGH THE FOUR-TABLE TOWER!
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Both men plummet, their bodies smashing through the wooden structures, shattering all four tables as they land violently on the concrete floor!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: HOLY HELL! THEY’RE BROKEN IN HALF! I THINK DESTRUCTO JUST KILLED THEM BOTH!
The crowd erupts in stunned disbelief, medical personnel rushing to check on the wreckage as the match continues around the ring.
Inside, Eclipse retrieves six steel chairs, setting them up in a compact formation near the shattered announce table. She drags a barely-conscious Ayame onto the apron, the two exchanging knife-edge chops before Eclipse gains the upper hand with a thumb to the eye.
MATT RUBY: Oh no, I don’t like where this is going! We may need to get outta dodge, BB.
Eclipse wraps her arm around Ayame’s neck, hoisting her into position. With a sadistic grin, she leans back—
SUPLEX OFF THE APRON THROUGH THE STACKED STEEL CHAIRS!
Ayame’s body slams into the unforgiving metal, contorting in pain as the chairs scatter across the floor!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That’s pure steel! Ayame might be done for the night! Hell, Eclipse might be done too!
Eclipse rolls away, clutching her own ribs in agony, but the damage has been done. Ayame twitches in the wreckage as referees check for signs of life.
Back inside the ring, Hatchet has setup a monstrous ladder in the center, bridging two additional ladders from its sides to the top ropes. He begins his climb, but Reverend Ezekiel Graves ascends from the opposite side, the two titans trading blows near the summit.
Graves wraps his hand around Hatchet’s throat, attempting a devastating chokeslam—
But Hatchet breaks free! He SLAMS Graves’ skull off the steel!
MATT RUBY: Graves is teetering—WAIT!
Graves falls back first onto the ladder bridge, groaning in agony. Ezekiel Graves is perched atop a ladder, from the central ladder to the top rope. Hatchet is gonna win this thing! He climbs the ladder, making it to the top... he steadies himself, looks at the briefcase, then shrugs with a wicked grin.
He steps up onto the final rung.
CHICKEN HUNTIN’! DIVING LEG DROP FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER THROUGH GRAVES AND THE LADDER BRIDGE!
The steel collapses beneath their weight, Graves crashing down in a heap of twisted metal!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: THE LADDER IS BROKEN! GRAVES IS BROKEN! HATCHET MIGHT BE BROKEN! THIS IS INSANE!
With bodies strewn across the ring, destruction surrounding the battlefield, the match continues, the Invasion Briefcase still hanging high above the carnage...
That leaves the field open for you know who…
Klaus Way grabs the ladder, slowly beginning his climb. Rung by rung, he climbs.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That sick bastard is gonna win this entire thing!
MATT RUBY: Just like I said he would!
His fingertips hit the briefcase…
Suddenly, a figure LEAPS from the top rope onto the ladder bridge that remains after Hatchet and Graves war.
IT’S ECLIPSE!
She barely manages to stable herself before falling through the gaps, but the entire impact of her landing forces Way to grab onto the ladder. She quickly shimmy’s around the other side, aching with every step as she climbs to meet Way at the top.
RIGHT HAND!
LEFT HAND!
RIGHT HAND!
LEFT HAND!
They trade shots back and forth... but Klaus has had enough. He delivers a devastating right and decides to climb onto the ladder bridge. He stands on it, his athleticism an amazing sight, and his reach even greater.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Oh my God! He’s… he’s pulling Eclipse around to meet him! This is gonna be a disaster!
MATT RUBY: She’s in piledriver territory.
Klaus smiles a sinister pearly white grin before attempting to lift Eclipse up…
PILEDRIVER!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
ECLIPSE BACKDROPS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! KLAUS WAY JUST FLEW OVER THE TOP, BOUNCED OFF THE RING APRON BACK FIRST AND LANDED IN THE CARNAGE OUTSIDE!!
The Black Bride makes her way back around the ladder and begins climbing…
She reaches up…
Unlocks the case!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: ECLIPSE HAS DONE IT! BY GOD! ECLIPSE HAS BEATEN THEM ALL!
MATT RUBY: Just like I said she would at the very start,
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You've claimed everyone at one point was your pick to win this match, Ruby. You're nuts.
MATT RUBY: But who did I say would win at the very start, huh!? Quite literally at the start, I said Eclipse would win and she has. You shouldn't doubt me, Bronco. I'm a genius.
DING DING DING!
The bell sounds, bringing an end to this carnage. Eclipse stands atop the ladder, Invasion briefcase in hand as boo’s ring out through the arena. She lifts it above her head in celebration, wincing in pain as she does.
Eclipse has won an opportunity at the OSW World Heavyweight Championship. She has won Invasion!
The Blame of War
The war room inside Deathrow was heavy with tension. The six figures surrounding the large table barely moved, their eyes fixed on the war maps strewn across its surface. The air smelled of sweat, ink, and gun oil—a battlefield before the real battle even began.
Jackson Cade stood at the head of the table, his fingers pressing into the wood, his voice grim—The OSW World Championship draped over his shoulder..
“The Pantheon is gone. An explosion rocked their meeting room and wiped them out.” He paused, glancing at each of them. “Including Doom.”
The room stilled. A moment of shock, not from sorrow, but from uncertainty.
“That wasn’t us,” George Cade finally said.
Jackson nodded, his gaze narrowing. “That’s why we’re talking. Did any of you do this?”
One by one, with a stern shake of their head, they denied it.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Wait, they didn't do it?
MATT RUBY: That's rubbish. I don't believe that for a second.
Jackson’s jaw tightened. “Then we have a problem.” His voice darkened. “Zeus’ condition is unknown. If he’s still alive, this war isn’t over.”
Leaning against the wall, Harold Attano exhaled sharply. “You think an explosion’s enough to kill him?” He shook his head. “Zeus is tougher than anyone gives him credit for. Whoever did this fucked up.”
“That’s not the only problem,” Gemini cut in. “We fucked up.”
The room turned to her.
She crossed her arms. “Whether we like it or not, everyone will assume we did this. The Pantheon had families. We may not have known who they were, but you can bet your ass they’ll want revenge. That's a lot of pissed off unknowns coming for our asses.”
Silence.
Then, The Night spoke, his voice low. “I’ve been there before.” His fingers curled into a fist. “When The Red Light District was blown apart. When my mother was killed. When I was nearly killed, too.” His glare flickered to those around him, unknowingly.
Gemini hesitated, something heavy behind her eyes. She almost said it.
Then, Muerte intervened.
In smooth Spanish, he warned her, “Ahora no es el momento, amiga.”
She swallowed her words.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Hoo boy, The Night has no idea that Gemini was responsible for TEC? He's clueless?
MATT RUBY: It won't stay that way for long. It's a matter of time before this implodes!
Jackson sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “We need to go to ground.” His eyes flickered to the others. “I can’t. I’ll be in the KAOS match. Word came down tonight—Jasper Redgrave is being entered alongside Eclipse, Nox, Anton Savor and Mighty Mighty. It'll be me against the Preservationists.” He straightened. “That means Zeus and Ares will be hunting you.”
Muerte and Gemini exchanged glances.
“We have somewhere safe,” Muerte said. “If Deathrow is raided, we can disappear.”
Attano and The Night nodded. “We’ll go with you,” Attano said.
“Watch your six,” Jackson asks of them all. “There's a long way to go.”
The meeting was over.
As the others filed out, George Cade lingered.
His eyes were sharp as he looked at his son. “If you’re in KAOS, it’s because they want you dead.”
Jackson didn’t flinch. “I know, but if I don't go then I'll forfeit this title. I need to hold it for Joey, pop. It's important.” Then, his gaze hardened, his tone changed and he switched tact. “Did you do it?”
George didn’t move.
“You had the access. The knowledge. Did you try to kill Zeus?”
A long, heavy pause.
Then—
“No. I didn’t.”
Jackson held his father’s stare.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I... I don't believe him..
MATT RUBY: Funny you should say that because neither do I.
But deep down, he wasn’t sure if he believed him.
Cut.
The God of War Ascends
The rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor was the only sound filling the sterile hospital room inside the House of Sovereigns. The soft glow of medical machines cast eerie shadows along the walls, their quiet hum a cruel reminder of mortality.
Zeus lay still, his powerful frame reduced to a vulnerable shell, his chest rising and falling in measured, mechanical breaths. His golden robes had been replaced with hospital linens, his face marked with scratches and bruises, his body covered in bandages from the explosion that had nearly ended him.
Beside him, Ares sat in silence. The God of War, always a symbol of unyielding strength, now looked haunted. His fingers tapped against the armrest of his chair, his eyes locked on Zeus' face.
The door creaked open.
Narcissa entered.
She moved swiftly, her gaze falling on her husband. Though her face betrayed nothing, the tightness in her shoulders spoke volumes.
"He's under intensive care," Ares said, standing. "But he's alive... for now."
MATT RUBY: Thank the heavens, thank the Gods, thank Zeus himself... he's alive!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That is a relief, to be honest. I don't know what Arcadia would look like without his stewardship.
Narcissa crossed her arms. “And Arcadia?” she asked, her voice sharp. "What does this mean for the war? Zeus is the Baron. The moment word spreads that he’s out of action, the Preservationists’ war effort collapses.”
Ares didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached into his war gear, pulling out a folded piece of paper.
He handed it to her.
She hesitated before unfolding it, her eyes scanning the official decree.
Her brow furrowed. Then—her eyes widened.
“You?” she breathed, stunned.
Ares nodded, his expression hard as steel. “Zeus trusts me more than anyone in Arcadia. That’s why the executive order you’re holding places all power in my hands. Until he recovers, Arcadia belongs to me.”
MATT RUBY: Whoa...
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Ares is the new... baron?
MATT RUBY: Temporary Baron, Bronc. Temporary.
Silence hung between them.
Finally, Narcissa exhaled, lowering the decree.
"I won't fail him again," Ares continued. "Next week, you’ll face Mighty for the NXT Level Championship— and you’ll win."
Narcissa’s lips twitched at the command in his tone, but she said nothing.
"And at Kaos," Ares pressed on, "Jackson Cade—the man responsible for this—will enter to defend his title ahainst five of the Preservationists—Jasper Redgrave being the special entrant. It’s there we’ll find out who pulled the trigger." His fists clenched. “They shot their shot last week. And they missed."
He turned, glancing down at Zeus' motionless form.
“This war won’t make it to the Hounds of Hades."
Narcissa studied him, then smirked ever so slightly.
“I already have a prime suspect,” she murmured. “Someone deft and devastating with explosives.”
Ares arched a brow.
“Gemini.”
Narcissa folded the decree and tucked it away, her gaze burning with cold fury.
“I’ll do as you ask,” she said. “As if Zeus asked me himself.”
"But from this moment on…" She stepped past him, her fingers trailing along Zeus’ bedside before she turned toward the door. "My focus is on her."
The war had just changed hands.
Static.
A Stop ■ symbol appears in the bottom right hand corner of the screen as we fade to black.