SPECIAL
Kaos
Five Championships, six competitors. The Kaos Match is an elimination match in which the first person is eliminated with nothing, the 2nd walks away with one half of the Tag Team Championships, the 3rd walks away with the other. The 4th takes home the NXT Level Championship, the 5th takes home the Double Feature and the winner is your OSW World Heavyweight Champion.
Bully
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
A
A sepia toned washed video begins to roll and we see the image of Jackson Cade digging himself out of CJ Thorpe, his brother’s grave. As the Bully by Shinedown begins to play over the image...
It's 8 AM, this hell I'm in
Seems I've crossed a line again
For being nothing more than who I am
So, break my bones and throw your stones
We all know that life ain't fair
But there's more of us we're everywhere
A man pulling himself back to life. As one-word flashes across the screen, “SEEKERS”.
We don't have to take this back against the wall
We don't have to take this we can end it all
We then see the final moments of El Mariachi Muerte’s life as Grimskull takes the knife before running it across the Mariachi’s throat.
All you'll ever be is a faded memory of a bully
Make another joke while they hang another rope so lonely
Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt can you hear me
No one's gonna cry on the very day you die you're a bully
We transition to El Dragon Caido trembling on his knees in grief in the blood of EMM.
Think it through you can't undo
Whenever I see black and blue I feel the past, I share the bruise
With everyone who's come and gone
My head is clear my voice is strong, now I'm right here to right the wrong
Again, “Seekers” flashes across the screen.
We don't have to take this back against the wall
We don't have to take this we can end it all
We then see Narcissa sitting in the Dinner Table smirk plastered on her face sitting across from Cade swirling a glass of wine.
All you'll ever be is a faded memory of a bully
Make another joke while they hang another rope so lonely
Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt can you hear me
No one's gonna cry on the very day you die you're a bully
Flashing to Gemini, Harold Attano, and Jackson Cade, and The Night all dressed and loaded for bear, walking with a purpose in their strides.
It's 8 AM, the hell I'm in!
Your voice is strong, now right the wrong!
Then we see a still shot of Zeus lying in bed clinging to life as Ares and Hera discuss him Ares taking the lead.
All you'll ever be is a faded memory of a bully
Make another joke while they hang another rope so lonely
Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt can you hear me
No one's gonna cry on the very day you die you're a bully
The song cuts out and we hear the familiar voice of Harold Attano.
“We’ve lost family to you.”
The face of Jackson Cade appears on the screen dirtied and wary, his voice ragged and beaten.
“We enforced your Laws.”
We then hear the voice of Gemini in ragged from crying.
“We kept your secrets.”
Gemini appears dressed in her tactical gear eyes red and wet but stern. As Harold’s voice is heard once more.
“We were your soldiers, we took your orders, we protected you, we kept you safe.”
Harold appears on screen microphone in hand as he recites the final verse in spoken word.
“All you'll ever be is a faded memory of a bully
Make another joke while they hang another rope so lonely
Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt can you hear me
No one's gonna cry on the very day you die you're a bully
We don't have to take this back against the wall”
And the crowd in the arena joins in...
We don't have to take this we can end it all
We don't have to take this we can end it all
We don't have to take this we can end it all
We don't have to take this we can end it all
He's Gone
The screen flickered to life, cutting to a scene far from the cheering of the arena.
A dimly lit room, sterile and quiet, bathed in the eerie glow of flickering fluorescent lights. The air was thick—heavy with the scent of antiseptic and something else… something darker.
In the center of the room, a medical table sat beneath the weak light.
On it lay a motionless figure.
His face was obscured, his or her identity unknown. All that could be seen were the sheet covering his chest—nary a sign of life left in them.
Two figures stood nearby, their silhouettes barely visible.
One of them, voice low and questioning, broke the silence.
"Why was he brought here?"
A long pause.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What on Arcadia is this?
MATT RUBY: I'm not sure.
Then, the second figure spoke—his tone was calm, but firm.
"Because it was the right thing to do."
The first man turned slightly, his stance uncertain. “We’re risking too much. If anyone finds out—”
He was cut off.
"He’s gone."
The second man’s voice carried finality, an unshakable resolve.
His head turned toward the body on the table, his gaze heavy with something unreadable.
"And no matter what happens… he must stay that way."
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Okay, I have no idea what we've just seen, folks. But what I do know is that we're heading ringside because Kaos kicks off with Grimskull versus Hatchet and I for one do not wanna miss it.
MATT RUBY: Let's get to it!
The screen cut to black.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Tonight we find out if the Preservationists have gained a new, very influential member or if there are still people who aren't drinking their poisoned kool aid as Grimskull seeks to finish the recruitment process of Hatchet.
MATT RUBY: Ixnay on the oison pay BB, you don't want Ares looking too into what you say around here. And besides, Hatchet ain't an idiot, he's all about survival of the fittest and rebuffing the Preservationists is a first class ticket to a casket. He'll make the right choice here.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Knowing the prick Hatchet is, he probably will...which is what worries me.
The bell sounds as Grimskull walks over, putting out his hand in a turn of good sportsmanship. Hatchet looks at it for a moment, pensive look on his face before walking over, looking like he's going to take Conquests hand
Before swinging the hand back and flipping him off with that shit eating grin on his face.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Or maybe not. There's that douchebag we all know
Grimskull is furious, rushing forward at Hatchet
RIGHT INTO A DROP TOE HOLD!
Grimskull staggers up groggy right into a flurry of lefts and rights before he's gripped around the shoulder, lifted up high and nearly broken in half with the PONY DOWN!
Side Slam Backbreaker drops Grimskull but Hatchet ain't done as he lifts him up, trying to double underhook him for some Hokus Pokus but Conquest slips out, staggering back
LESSON...NO! Hatchet catches the Superkick spinning Grimskull around WIG SPLIT!
HEADBUTT BACKFIRES AS YOU CAN'T HEADBUTT A FUCKING SKULL
MATT RUBY: Well the clown just downed himself. Why would you headbutt bone?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Nobody ever said Hatchet was a master tactician in the ring Ruby.
Hatchet is out on his feet as Grimskull backs up, delivering a brutal Lesson that nearly knocks Hatchet out cold. Grimskull looks to the top rope, slowly shaking his head as he climbs up. Hands clutched tight before leaping off
PRAYER! The headbutt lands flush as Grimskull hooks the legs, Cole Holt sliding in to count
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Well I'm torn here Ruby. On one hand that bastard clown didn't win but on the other, that may be all Grimskull needed to prove that Hatchet needs the Preservationists.
MATT RUBY: This match was a formality BB. After the shows of power these last few weeks from Ares, I don't know if anyone is going to turn them down ever again.
A Raw Deal
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What an absolute slobberknocker! I'm surprised these two are still conscious after their match!
MATT RUBY: Hopefully Grimskull knocked some sense into the Clown and he ends up taking the deal. If this fight was anything to go by, he'd fit right in amongst their ranks.
Hatchet and Grimskull have crawled to opposite corners of the ring. They take a few moments to catch their breath before lifting themselves off the mat, never breaking eye contact with each other all the while.
The Dark Specter then walks toward his adversary with something akin to a grin. He helps the Juggalo to his feet before they both walk to the center of the ring.
"I hope you thought long and hard about my offer," Conquest says between breaths. "Make the right decision, and everything you ever wanted will be yours."
Hatchet seems to ponder his former foe's words by rubbing his chin with his free hand. Seconds later, the Clown smiles at him...
...BEFORE DROPPING HIM WITH A WIG SPLIT!
MATT RUBY: What the fuck just happened!?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: He's saying no deal, Ruby!
"Think I'm fucking retarded or something!?" Hatchet yells at the fallen former horseman. "That deal is fake, and you know it, bitch. I ain't ganna take something you can't give me."
Grimskull laughs, pushing himself upright and shaking his head.
"You chose poorly," The former preacher says, motioning towards the crowd. Someone tosses a canister of compressed air to Conquest, which he catches. He points it at his foe, who doesn't seem all that worried about the predicament he finds himself in.
Before he can use whatever's in there, however, security rushes the ring and begin to beat Grimskull down!
MATT RUBY: Why the hell are security getting involved!? They're supposed to protect the wrestlers from troublemakers, not the other way around!
"You really did think I was fucking retarded!" Hatchet says between laughs. "I had my Juggalos front as staff last week to see if you were faking. Once they heard you were fake as fuck, they dressed up as the men that are gangbanging you now!"
The Clown orders his men to lift Conquest up, which they do. Before their leader can do anything, Ares rushes towards the ring with a small handful of his army in tow. The Gathering flee through the crowd, leaving Grimskull to fall to the mat.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Hatchet has just made it clear that he's not taking the Preservationists up on their offer! Hope he knows that he just made enemies for life by making that statement tonight!
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The challenge was laid out last week, Matt. If Ayame loses this match, she will be masked and join El Dragón Caído.
MATT RUBY: How could you put a mask on that face?
The bell rings and Wolf Fang Ayame sprints across the ring, meeting El Dragón Caído with a flurry of blistering forearms. The Dragón eats each shot, then hurls her backwards with one powerful shove. Ayame rolls through the landing and pops to her feet, lunging with a Crescent Moon Kick!
It lands flush!
Draco stumbles…
Ayame races to the ropes—
TAIL STRIKE!
The hip attack lands, staggering Caído into the corner. Ayame charges again—ON THE HUNT! A vicious corner Enziguri rattles The Dragón, and Ayame leaps to the second rope, raining punches down—
But Caído grabs her mid-punch and FLINGS her across the ring with raw power.
MATT RUBY: That’s the strength difference, Bronco. Ayame may be fierce, but Caído’s a veteran beast.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: But she’s not done yet!
Ayame scrambles up—right into a brutal Fire Breath! The double-handed chokeslam shakes the canvas. Caído points to the sky, then ascends the ropes.
FLIGHT OF THE FALLEN—BUT AYAME MOVES!
The frogsplash crashes into empty mat!
Ayame is quick to climb the turnbuckles herself—BLOOD MOON SACRIFICE!
The Avalanche Lightning Spiral folds Caído up.
ONE…
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TWO…
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TH—KICKOUT!
The Dragón roars, fighting to his feet. Ayame goes for another Crescent Moon Kick, but Caído ducks, hoists her up—CHASE THE DRAGÓN! The Steiner Screwdriver drills her into the mat!
ONE…
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TWO…
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THREE!
MATT RUBY: That was a war! Ayame came to slay a dragon, but she got burned instead!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And now she is at the behest of Caído.
Death of a Wolf
The bell rings and the storm is over.
Ayame lies motionless in the centre of the OSW ring, breath shallow, golden eyes open but empty. Her claws are still. Her fight is done.
El Dragón Caído stands above her, shoulders slumped, sweat and blood dripping from his fingers. He doesn’t raise his arms. He just looks down.
He kneels beside her, lifting the golden dragon mask offered from ringside. Slowly, reverently, he places it upon her chest.
“They’ll call this a victory. But I know what it cost.”
Her hand twitches. Her fingers find the mask and close around it.
Then, from the ramp the Council of Lucha appears. Five elders. White robes. Bone-white masks. They move like ritual made flesh.
No music. No lights. Only the sound of torch flame and breathless awe. They enter the ring and kneel. One places a hand over Ayame’s forehead. Another nods.
Together, they lift her body—flat across their arms, limbs outstretched, the mask still clutched to her chest.
She is carried away like a fallen icon, like a martyr ascended.
Caído remains in the ring. He does not move. His head lowers, not out of shame…But reverence. Regret and grief because though the Temple prevailed, and the wild heart the wolf was the price.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: They’re not carrying a woman, Ruby. They’re carrying a myth.
MATT RUBY: That’s not Ayame anymore. That’s the Temple’s Dragon Princess now… and the wolf is gone.
Fade to black.
Brothers Keeper
Previously Recorded.
Darkness.
Mud seals over Jackson Cade’s chest, packed heavy like cement. Water laps at his lips, thick and cold, threatening to swallow him whole. He strains—the muscles in his neck twitch, but his body won’t move.
Then…
A jolt.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Whatever Nox put in that water has revived Jackson Cade!
MATT RUBY: A damn shame, if you ask me.
His pupils dilate, his breath quickens. Everything sharpens—every sound, every vibration, every breath beneath the grave.
“You gonna drown in a puddle, big bro?”
Cade’s eyes fly open. That voice.
“C.J.?”
He looks around, breath ragged, but there’s no one there.
MATT RUBY: Who the hell is this idiot talking to?
“Nah, nah, don’t get all dramatic. Ain’t Nox’s magic mist messing with you. This is your own fucked up brain, Jacky.”
Cade’s lip curls. “Then why do you sound like you?”
A beat.
Then laughter—pure, sharp, and painfully familiar.
“Cause I am me. At least the part of me you ain’t ready to bury.”
Cade closes his eyes, mud slipping around his cheeks. “That footprint—was it real?”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I don’t know who he’s talking to, Matt, but I want to know about the footprint myself!
“Maybe. Maybe not. There’ll be time to figure that out after.”
Cade’s jaw tightens.
“Right now, Jack? There’s only one thing you need to do.”
“What?”
“Fight. And fuck the Preservationists so hard they learn the one rule Arcadia’s forgotten—You don’t fuck with a Cade and get away with it.”
Something snaps.
Jackson surges upward, breaking through the mud like a man reborn. He drags himself from the grave—sodden, bloodied, alive.
He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t look back.
He just walks—cold vengeance in his eyes, and war in his bones.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Whatever the hell just happened has lit a new fire under Jackson Cade.
MATT RUBY: He’s going to need a lot more than a fire to survive tonight’s main event.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We're finally here, the Hero versus the Anti-Hero. Which one will rise above?
MATT RUBY: I don't know, BB. Are we betting on the boy or the boy scout?
The bell rings and Destructo immediately rushes down Arcadia! Cap ducks a clothesline but Destructo turns, nailing Arcadia with a nasty northern lariat to the back of the skull! Cap gets back to his feet and stumbles into Destructo's arms!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: BROKEN SCALES! URANAGE!
MATT RUBY: Boy scout down! Boy scout down!
The Kamikaze unloads on the downed hero, raining down boots like hellfire!
"This is what heroes get!"
STOMP!
"They get brutalized!"
STOMP!
"Torn to fucking pieces!"
STOMP!
STOMP!
STOMP!
Destructo gives one more kick before moving to the top rope! He lets Arcadia rise before he leaps!
MOONSAULT- NO! CAP ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AND DESTRUCTO LANDS ON HIS FEET!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: PUNCH OF BROTHERS! SPINNING SUPERMAN PUNCH TO THE JAW!
MATT RUBY: RIGHT IN THE KNOB GOBBLER!
The Hero lets Destructo stumble to his feet before grabbing him from behind!
THE LAST LINE! RIPCORD LARIAT PUTS DESTRUCTO DOWN!
Captain Arcadia doesn't waste time talking as he moves to the top rope! He points to the sky before taking a leap!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: STAR SPANGLED SPLASH! FROG SPLASH TO DESTRUCTO!
MATT RUBY: The boy scout hooks a leg!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Captain Arcadia endured the violence, endured the brutality, and has come out on the other side standing tall!
Roar is War
Destructo and Captain Arcadia have gone to war. As the dust settles, the pair find themselves standing to toe to toe. Eyeball to eyeball.
The battle may have finished, but the war rages on.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: There is so much left unsaid between these two. Captain Arcadia has changed his stripes but is still searching for any kind of link to the Zookeeper.
MATT RUBY: Destructo looks like he’s ready to walk away from this all, and leave Cap with the mess he’s made for himself.
There is nothing said between the two. Just a staredown…
That never manages to reach its natural conclusion.
Because out of nowhere, two figures enter the ring. Both clad in balaclavas. One each grab Destructo and Captain Arcadia, bringing them into opposite corners, where they begin to soften them up.
Destructo and Arcadia fight back as best they can, but the figures each stop their resistance. Both men are hit with a series of shots. Elbows, knees, fists… But the pair are not done there.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Who the heck are these two? They’re taking the fight right to… Oh good Zeus no! We’ve seen this one before.
MATT RUBY: Oh, business just picked up. This is not good for Captain Arcadia or Destructo.
A third figure enters the ring. The kind of figure that cannot hide. A beast of a man, in a matching balaclava. The two other intruders fling their captives towards the center of the ring, causing Destructo and Cap to crash into each other, right into the clutches of the hulking beast of a man.
He picks both of them up with ease, one in each arm.
Then plants them back down into the mat with enough force to almost drive them through the floor… A roar escaping his mouth as he destroys the pair.
The other two figures step in, stomping the holy hell out of Destructo and Captain Arcadia.
By the time they are finished, Cap and Destructo are battered, broken… almost nothing more than stains on the canvas.
The trio then depart as suddenly as they entered, into the night.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Get some help out here for Destructo and Captain Arcadia. Get the APD… this is an unsanctioned assault!
MATT RUBY: Get your cameras… That was freaking awesome. Sign those three right now!
Cut.
Unearthed
"Kill. Calypso."
Gravedigger's words hang in the air, whispered out through gritted teeth. The Valkyrie walks through a barren landscape, a veritable desert in the middle of Arcadia. Shovel in hand, he trudges forwards until he comes across a patch of land, a single headstone in the middle of the oasis reading 'Calypso'.
Chuff.
He buries his spade in the dirt, throwing dirt aside with an unmatched fervor. Rock and sand go flying, the Valkyrie digging with inhuman speed, a cloud of dust kicked up from below as he mumbles under his breath.
Chuff.
"Kill."
Chuff.
"Kill!"
Chuff.
"KILL!"
Gravedigger looms over an empty hole, a bottomless abyss where we can't even see the other side. He throws his shovel aside, looking at the headstone for one more moment before taking a step forward.
Falling face first into the grave.
Flutter.
We follow Gravedigger's descent, falling through the darkness until he walks out into the light.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: GRAVEDIGGER JUST APPEARED IN THE RING!
MATT RUBY: Calypso doesn't even look phased, BB! Look, she's even smiling... With that creepy, creepy smile of hers.
The Voodoo Child stands in her corner, that wicked grin etched into her face as she stares Gravedigger down. "You made it, chile. Are you ready to finally rest?"
Gravedigger shakes his head, looking lucid for the first time in weeks. "Are you?"
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: A very personal matchup here as Calypso finally gets her hands on the dick that killed her a second time. The Vooodoo Child has been haunting the Valkyrie ever since she was brought back to the land of the living and she's been in his head the entire time.
MATT RUBY: That may be all over BB, you see how Gravedigger looked just a moment ago? He's focused and ready to send that creepy bitch back down under where she belongs.
The bell sounds, both competitors screaming in rage as they rush forward. Calypso ducking underneath the Shovel before spinning around with the Offering. Gravedigger manages to block the cross chop with one hand, using the other to grip her around the back of the neck and throw her hard into the corner.
Calypso lands in the corner but rolls through the pain, pushing off the buckles with her feet before launching herself like a torpedo at Gravedigger.
OFFERING! This time the cross chop lands hard, dropping Gravedigger down to one knee as Calypso leaps off the ropes
GRAVE MISFORTUNE! CALYPSO NEARLY BREAKS GRAVEDIGGER'S BACK IN HALF!
Calypso barely lets Gravedigger fall, lifting him up as she pounds him with heavy kicks and strikes before raking her long nails down his face and rushing to the ropes again.
SPRINGBOARDING OFF RIGHT INTO THE DROP DEAD JAWBREAKER!
Calypso is down but the moment Gravedigger tries to pull her off, he gets a kick to the jaw as she scrambles away. Wiping a trickle of black ooze like blood from her mouth, she scowls before holding her hands up, a blackened energy beginning to pool within them. Gravedigger sees this, fury in his eyes too as he rushes forward
BLACK MAGIC MISSILE! FIREBALL TO THE FACE...GRAVEDIGGER JUST RUNS THROUGH IT!
SHOVEL READY BITCH! THE VALKYRIE NAILS CALYPSO WITH A MAMMOTH RUNNING ELBOW BEFORE COLLAPSING FROM THE PAIN OF THE FIRE!
The referee starts to count both competitors down but they're quickly stirring, both slowly getting to their feet and rushing forward, Gravedigger running right into a hard hook kick to the jaw before Calypso rolls backwards, that blackened energy flowing over her again before she rushes forward
MALICIOUS....GOOZLE! Gravedigger catches her, breathing hard for a moment before lifting Calypso up high
ODE TO TOMBSTONE! RING SHAKING CHOKESLAM! Gravedigger plants Calypso before collapsing onto her as Demi Sky slides in to count
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Holy hell what a sadistic match that was. Both of us were in sheer shock there, how the hell can either competitor still be standing let alone fight to see another day?
MATT RUBY: I've scorned a woman or two in my time BB but jesus, piss off Calypso at the risk of your own life.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: But now the question is can she get true revenge for her unfair demise or was this just the last stand before she's sent on her way once more?
Rage, II
The match is over, the bell has rung, but disdain still fills the air. Gravedigger stomps towards Black Magic, eyes filled with raw, unadulterated hatred.
Flash.
THWACK!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: BY GOD! SHOVEL TO THE SKULL OF CALYPSO!
MATT RUBY: Oh I can't watch!
"Rage." Gravedigger lets out a demented chuckle, choking up on his shovel as he stands over Calypso. "All I feel... Is rage. But unlike you, I'm going to use this rage to make good on my promise. to kill you." He chuckles again, booting Calypso in the head and keeping her down!
But the Voodoo Child can only laugh, propping herself up against the bottom turnbuckle. "Good. May my grave haunt you for the rest of your pitiful life." She spits blood onto the mat, unmoving.
Gravedigger raises his shovel overhead.
Swing.
But no thud.
MATT RUBY: Is it over?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: IT MIGHT BE! TOMBSTONE JUST APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE!
The Already Dead caught the shovel! He yanks it out of Gravedigger's hands and the Valkyrie turns around into a massive right hook to the jaw! Gravedigger fires back with a headbutt across the bridge of the nose!
RIGHT!
LEFT!
RIGHT!
LEFT!
BOTH MEN BEGIN TRADING BLOWS!
Tombstone Biel tosses Gravedigger across the ring, sending him sprawling! But the Valkyrie is right back to his feet, rushing Tombstone down with a spear!
Flutter.
And then both are gone, just as quickly as Tombstone arrived. Leaving the ring empty except for Calypso still sitting in the corner.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Reverend Ezekiel Graves seeks the gauntlet of Nero as payment for the credits his church lost at his hands.
MATT RUBY: Crying over spilt milk, he’s going to get a gauntlet to the face as payment for his incessant whining.
Graves comes out of the gates hot, charging at Nero. The Cyberhound is calculated, ducking under a massive Lariat attempt. He bounces off the ropes and comes back at Graves…
FIREWALL!
THE SUPERKICK ROCKS GRAVES!
THE REVEREND STAGGERS PUNCH-DRUNKENLY ABOUT, AND WALKS STRAIGHT INTO A SECOND SUPERKICK!
THE DOUBLE FIREWALL DROPS GRAVES LIKE A SACK OF BRICKS!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Graves really came into the match full of righteous condemnation.
MATT RUBY: And just about got his head kicked off his neck for it. Nero is not messing about.
Ezekiel Graves is down, so Nero looks towards the skies. He climbs up to the top rope.
MOONSAULT!
CRASH OVERRI-NO!
GRAVES CAUGHT HIM IN MID AIR AROUND THE NECK!
THE FINAL JUDGEMENT!
HE DESTROYS NERO WITH BRUTAL FORCE AND COVERS FOR THE PIN!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO! KICK OUT!
JUST IN TIME!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Graves had Nero dead to rites there, but Nero just kicked out in time.
MATT RUBY: He plucked him out of the air like credits into the offering plate. Now the pendulum has swung in his favour.
Nero is pulled to his feet by the Reverend. Graves pushes him back first into a corner turnbuckle. He comes at him, unloading with a barrage of strikes to a trapped Nero.
HOLY WRATH!
BLOW AFTER BLOW LANDS ON THE RED REBOOT WITH RECKLESS ABANDON!
KNEE STRIKES, ELBOW STRIKES…
BUT NERO FIGHTS BACK!
HE BLOCKS A PALM STRIKE THEN COMES BURSTING OUT OF THE CORNER, DRIVING HIS HEAD THROUGH THE CHEST OF GRAVES AND STAGGERING HIM!
Nero escapes, charging off across the ring with Graves in hot pursuit. Nero springboards off the ropes.
SPRINGBOARD CUTTER DRILLS EZEKIEL GRAVES!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Nero got him with his Packet Storm, now he looks in control.
MATT RUBY: Graves is only one big move away from being back in control. Nero has to put him away.
From his position, Nero locks in a Guillotine, hoisting Graves into a vertical position with all of his might.
THE RED REBOOT!
NO!
GRAVES GRABS NERO AROUND THE THROAT!
FINAL JUDGEMENT! A SECOND CHOKESLAM DESTROYS NERO!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Ezekiel Graves puts away Nero tonight, the Red Reboot falls to the judgement of the church!
Taking Back What's Mine
The bell has rung and Ezekiel is the first of the two to get to his feet. He walks towards Nero and picks up his arm that has the gauntlet. The Red Reboot tries to fight to keep it on, but Graves delivers a swift kick to the head that drains his fighting spirit.
MATT RUBY: Ha! The dumbass hacker lost his precious toy!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: It's more than just a plaything, Ruby. You saw what it was capable of earlier this month. Who knows what the Reverend has planned with it in his possession now!
The Apostle smiles as he places the device into his arm, a chorus of boos are hurled his way after he does so.
"I told you that I'd get this gauntlet if it's the last thing I'd do," the Harbinger states with a sinister smile. "With this, I'll be able to not only return the credits you stole from me, but I'll be able to drain every account in Arcadia of their credits as well!"
Ezekiel happily presses a button on the gauntlet, only for it to make a toy laser gun sound.
His smile drops as he waits for a few seconds before pressing another button. This time, the sound of a dog barking can be heard coming from the device.
Nero stands up and places his hands on his hips as the Reverend pulls the fake gauntlet off his wrist and throws it to the mat, where it shatters upon impact.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Well in this case, Nero brought a toy to the ring and managed to fool Graves into thinking it was the real thing!
MATT RUBY: Unbelievable! It looked just like the genuine article! How could anyone, especially the Reverend, have known that it was a phony!?
"Where is it!?" Graves yells at his foe. The Cyberhound just chuckles as he walks closer to the Purifier.
"Somewhere safe from your greedy mitts," Nero says. "I'm not crazy enough to risk losing my most prized creation to someone like you, especially when you could use it for far more nefarious purposes than just transferring credits."
Ezekiel's fist balls up as Nero leaves the ring.
"Don't think my assault on the Cornerstone Church ends with your bank account," the Rogue Code continues as he heads up the ramp. "There will be more to come soon, just you wait."
Cut.
The Thought That Lingers
Grimskull sat alone in the dimly lit locker room, his wrapped hands resting on his knees, his head slightly bowed.
He wasn’t looking at anything in particular.
Because he wasn’t here.
Not really.
His mind was elsewhere, replaying that moment. Over and over. The punch.
The neon lights of Agora flickered above, barely illuminating the chaos unfolding beneath them.
El Mariachi Muerte, on his knees, bloodied and broken, held up only by the cruel grip of Jasper Redgrave and Anton Savor.
Gemini, standing alone. Defiant.
And then, Drewitt.
Standing near her, his voice soft, almost unheard.
"Don't do this."
Grimskull’s eyes narrowed in his memory.
Gemini had hesitated.
And then…
Drewitt had leaned in. Whispered.
"Hit me in the face. Now. Run for your life."
The words echoed in Grimskull’s head, swirling, twisting, festering like an infection.
Then—the punch.
A single, well-placed shot that sent Drewitt crashing to the ground.
And just like that—
Gemini was gone.
Grimskull’s fingers curled into fists in the present.
The memory kept playing. The punch. The way Drewitt fell. The way Gemini escaped.
Had he... let her go?
The thought gnawed at him, an idea he didn’t want to acknowledge but couldn’t shake.
Drewitt had always been emotional.
But this?
This felt different.
Grimskull’s jaw tightened beneath a deep angered exhale. His breath soon became slow, deliberate and controlled.
He didn’t say a word.
But inside?
Inside, the rage grew.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We’ve got a flock of children at ringside waiting to see their favorite performers go head-to-head.
MATT RUBY: Ring side has become a petri dish of every minor disease in Arcadia, sitting next to us. I hope we have some quality disinfectants nearby after the ever-bright Mr. Sunshine gets done whipping the daylight out of the self-important Felix Foley.
Referee Mills Stanton climbs into the ring after assisting the kids at ringside settled in as the bell sounds. Charlie Boye lashes out, Leaping Knee Strike – No! Running Big Boot catches the advancing Sunshine as…
THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR WALKIN’!
Foley plays to the children at ringside as Cheery Charlie pulls himself to his feet and Felix turns around only to hear…
“CATCH ME!”
Running Crossbody Block catches The Puppeteer unawares, bowling him over before viciously laying in right-hands to the temple of Foley before jumping back to his feet coaxing Felix to stand up. Foley staggers up as Cheery Charlie sneaks up on him, locking in the Full Nelson…
WELCOME TO THE…
Lifting The Puppetmaster and Spinning him out…
SUNSHINE CLUB!
NO!
FOLEY SPINS OUT HOOKING BOTH OF CHARLIE BOYE’S ARMS AND HITTING A SNAP DOUBLE ARM DDT!
CUT THE FUDGING STRINGS!
FOLEY ROLLS INTO THE COVER AS STANTON COUNTS.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
MATT RUBY: For the kids my freakin’ ass! Foley is putting these kids in danger by telling them to think for themselves!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: One, language Mathew, there are little ears around, and two, I think that thinking for one’s self is a virtue best learned at a young age.
MATT RUBY: To Hades with the kids, Bronco. Foley is a self-centered glory hound.
Find Them
The House of Sovereigns was eerily silent, save for the soft hum of machines keeping Zeus tethered to life. The grand chamber, once a throne of power, now felt more like a mausoleum, lit only by flickering candlelight. The shadows of ancient banners danced against the stone walls, their once-proud colors faded by time and war.
Seated beside the comatose Zeus, Ares stared into the endless rhythm of the monitors. A dull, steady beep… beep… beep filled the air. His fingers drummed absently against the hilt of his sword as Drewitt approached, his faithful hound, Colt, padding quietly beside him.
Ares did not look up. “You have work to do.”
Drewitt exhaled, bracing himself. “If this is about—”
“No one in Arcadia can track like you,” Ares interrupted, his voice cold and sharp. “No one can find people, places, things—like you and that dog of yours.” Finally, his gaze lifted, eyes piercing through Drewitt like a spear. “So I need you to find them. And I need you to find them now.”
Drewitt frowned. “Them?” His mind instantly went to Gemini and the Seekers, the ones who had slipped through his fingers. He had expected this.
“I told you, Ares,” Drewitt said carefully, “tracking them down isn’t that simple. They don’t just leave a trail—”
Ares shook his head, his jaw clenching. “I don’t mean the Seekers.” He turned fully now, his massive frame casting a long shadow over Drewitt. “I mean El Mariachi Muerte.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I'm sorry, what?
MATT RUBY: Hang on.
A chill shot through the air.
Drewitt felt his breath hitch. His mouth opened, but no words came out.
That wasn’t possible.
Muerte was dead. He saw it with his own eyes. He watched Grimskull carve the life from his throat, watched the blood paint the stones of Agora. He watched the light fade from his eyes.
And yet…
Drewitt swallowed. “That’s not—he’s dead.”
Ares studied him for a moment, then leaned forward, voice a quiet storm.
“Is he?”
Drewitt’s heart pounded in his chest.
Ares exhaled slowly, standing to his full height. “Gravedigger told me something—something I didn't want to understand.” He turned to face the window, looking out at the vast city of Arcadia, its neon glow barely piercing the night. “Muerte wasn’t there to be ferried.” His voice hardened. “So that means he isn’t dead.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That's freakin' huge news! Muerte isn't dead! That's what Gravedigger whispered to Ares last week during the ten bell salute?
MATT RUBY: Bloody cockroaches. Cockroaches everywhere!
A heavy silence settled between them.
Drewitt felt something deep in his gut twist. Ares wasn’t one for fairy tales, wasn’t one for nonsense. If Gravedigger—if Death's hand itself—had been unable to take Muerte, then something was terribly, terribly wrong.
Drewitt sucked in a breath. “How? How is that even—”
“I don’t know,” Ares admitted. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword. “And I don’t care. All I know is that someone made sure he didn’t die.” He turned back to Drewitt, his stare colder than ice. “And I want you to find out who.”
Drewitt hesitated. Every instinct screamed at him that this wasn’t right. That there were some things in Arcadia best left buried.
But orders were orders.
He nodded once. “I’ll find him.”
Ares smirked. “I know you will.”
FLASHBACK
Darkness.
The air was thick with the scent of blood and antiseptic. The only light in the room came from a single, dim bulb, swaying slightly from the ceiling.
A medical table sat in the center, surrounded by old, rusted equipment. Tubes snaked from the table, feeding life into the broken body of the man lying atop it.
We cannot see his face.
We only see the faint rise and fall of his chest. The thick stitches lining his throat. The rhythmic beep of monitors barely keeping him alive.
Two figures stood over him.
One of them, his face hidden by the shadows, whispered, “Why did you bring him here?” There was no accusation in his voice, only quiet disbelief.
The other figure stepped closer, his silhouette more defined beneath the swaying light.
A golden mask glinted in the dim glow.
El Dragón Caído.
He stared down at the broken body before him, his voice haunted.
“Because it was the right thing to do.”
A pause. The other figure exhaled.
“He’s gone,” they murmured. “No matter what happens… he has to stay that way.”
Dragón said nothing.
Instead, he reached forward, placing a gloved hand over the stitched wound on Muerte’s throat.
A heartbeat passed.
The screen cut to black.
Third Course
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We’re here, folks. It’s time for our main event.
MATT RUBY: For the end of a deplorable reign.
The ring is already occupied, the Preservationists each standing tall beneath the harsh lights.
MATT RUBY: Look at these Titans!
Anton Savor holds the mic, his tone elegant, cruel.
“Tonight,” he begins, voice calm and cutting, “we serve the third course to Jackson Cade.”
The crowd buzzes, restless.
“The main dish… is fear. Despair. And Cade’s own blood, running down his face as he’s stripped of his precious World Championship. Served raw and bitter, until there’s nothing left but the bones.”
He lowers the mic with a flourish.
Narcissa steps forward.
“Tonight, Arcadia will watch and all here in Olympus will learn what happens when the Preservationists tighten the noose. Tick tock, Jackson. Tick. Fucking. Tock.”
The lights dim.
“For the Glory” by All Good Things hits.
The crowd explodes.
A spotlight shines on the entrance as Jackson Cade slowly begins to rise up from the floor on a platform, the World Championship around his waist.
MATT RUBY: This is a lamb walking to slaughter, BB.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You act like he’s not going to take some of them with him.
He stands at attention for a moment before marching down the ramp, every step deliberate. His eyes never leave the five in the ring—his enemies, his executioners.
He climbs the stairs. Steps through the ropes. One man. Five monsters.
No words. Just breath.
He stares at each of them—Savor, Narcissa, Redgrave, Eclipse, Nox.
And then—
Middle fingers up.
“Go fuck yourselves.”
The crowd erupts.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That says it all! Kaos is now!
MATT RUBY: Welp Jackson Cade is a dead man. Pissing off five of the most dangerous competitors before this Arcadian broadcasted execution is a move...not a smart move but hey all Cades are bastards and dumbasses too so that never changes.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I see it as a man who is fighting for what he believes in. He's the reason Arcadia fights against the Preservationists and I guarantee you this Ruby, Jackson Cade will be world champ by the end of Kaos or he'll die trying to keep that belt.
The bell sounds as Jackson explodes forward, delivering lefts, rights, kicks, headbutts, elbows. Nailing anything and anyone that moves to stay alive.
Anton Savor takes a hard Incendiary Round Elbow to the jaw as does Narcissa Balenciaga. Jasper Redgrave rushes at Cade but gets sidestepped and thrown out of the ring. Cade turns into a knee to the ribs by Nox as Chemical X grab him by the arms, trying to whip him to the ropes.
Cade bounces off, ducking underneath a double Superkick before bouncing off the other side.
BREACH AND CLEAR TO ECLIPSE! BREACH AND CLEAR TO NOX!
Nox staggers up into a kick to the gut, MASTER KEY BRAINBUSTER!
Eclipse rolls to her feet into a knee to the jaw that leaves her out on her feet as Cade rolls back, grabbing the ropes as the crowd scream his name.
He looks the current half of the tag champs in the eyes before rushing forward
STEEL CHAIR TO THE SPINE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Jasper Redgrave out of nowhere nearly breaks Jackson Cades back in half with that sickening shot and now all the Preservationists are in the ring. Jackson Cade is down.
MATT RUBY: Time to watch a man die BB.
All five of the competitors begin stomping the living shit out of Cade, hard blows to the head, throat, chest, arms, legs, everywhere they can hit as Cade tries to turtle up and mitigate some of the damage. A stiff boot to the jaw from Redgrave stops that, leaving Jackson glass eyed as he's pulled up to his feet, Nox grabbing him by the waist as Eclipse rushes to the ropes
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX INTO A BACKSTABBER! BLACK FIIIIRREEE!
Jackson screams out in pain, holding his back that's just about to get damaged even further as he's lifted up high by Redgrave, the Artist smirking before rushing forward
VANISHING POINT! CRUCIX POWERBOMB INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!
Cade stumbles out, barely able to stay standing
CREME BRULEE'! Hard Superkick to the jaw doesn't knock Cade down but it drops him down to his knees. Eclipse and Narcissa look at one another, smirking before going into different corners and rushing forward
LUNAR LANDING
BOW TO THE QUEEN!
METEORA SANDWICH BUSTS JACKSON CADE OPEN!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This is just sick, the man clearly can't defend himself. End it allready you soul less pricks.
Smirking, the Artist slowly pulls Jackson off as Cade somehow pushes him away. He swings wild, blood dripping down his face as the five just laugh hard. Jasper puts his chin forward, daring Cade to hit him. Cade delivers a glancing blow that Jasper mockingly staggers back from, Cade turning around
TRENDKILLER! HANDSPRING FOREARM HITS HARD! Cade doesn't go down, slumping into the ropes as Jasper pulls him up with a bone chilling smile.
He kisses him on the forehead before spinning him around
THE BRUSH STROKE! RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP SENDING CADE HEAD FIRST INTO THE MAT!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This is how the last hope of everything good, this is how the heart of the Seekers dies. With not a bang but a whimper
Narcissa drops down, pushing Jasper away as she hooks Jackson's leg. Mills Stanton stares at Hera for a moment, shaking his head before he begins to count
ONE
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TWO
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BRONCO BLACKWOOD: JASPER REDGRAVE PULLS HER OFF! WHAT THE HELL?!
Narcissa looks pissed, getting in Jasper's face as he scowls, pushing her away as he just yells
'He's Mine" before covering as Mills begins to count once more.
ONE
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TWO
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ELBOW TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD BY ANTON SAVOR!
Jasper gets to his feet, furious getting in the face of Savor who doesn't back down. Narcissa getting in between them as she tries to get them to see reason, trying to drop down to cover Jackson but she doesn't get off her feet before she's grabbed by Jasper who in turn is grabbed by Savor. The three in deadlock to see who will cover Cade that they don't even notice a rushing Eclipse
RUNNING DROPKICK HITS ALL THREE BOWLING THEM OVER!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: YES! I thought this might happen. Five massive egos like these bastards, everyone wants to be the one to beat the world champion and now it's all going to break down.
Nox walks over, curious at what Eclipse has done before shrugging and grabbing a furious Narcissa
GET OVER HERE! A BRUTAL CLOTHESLINE TURNS HERA INSIDE OUT!
MATT RUBY: And now it's breaking down, they don't even notice Cade rolling out to the floor below!
Savor gets to his feet, spinning Nox around and nailing him with a hard elbow to the jaw. He can't follow up though as he's spun around by Jasper
Brutal Headbutt before he's grabbed by the throat
SPLATTERED EXPRESSIONISM! CHOKESLAM NEARLY SENDS SAVOR THROUGH THE RING!
Narcissa staggers up, dodging a clothesline from Redgrave who delivers a headbutt to Balenciaga before spinning around
AND NEARLY TAKING HER FUCKING HEAD OFF WITH SANGUINE ABSURDISM! DISCUS CLOTHESLLINEE!!
Jasper turns to the current tag champs, cracking his neck as he urges them forward.
Eclipse rushes at him, trying for a dropkick that he dodges before lifting her up high in a Suplex
NIGHTMARE PENDULEM! SUPLEX INTO A SICKENING SIDE SLAM!
Nox nails him in the back, trying to hook him into the Dragon but Redgrave slips out, delivering a brutal headbutt before he kicks him low, double underhooking him as he soaks in the boos.
KISS OF DEATH! ECLIPSE OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE BLACK MIST TO THE FACE! Nox slips out
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: PARALYTIC PLEX! Redgrave got dumped right on his head but Nox doesn't let go, lifting the bigger, groggy man onto his shoulders
Eclipse leaps up to the top, diving off as Nox gets Redgrave up high
FALL OF THE DARK MOON! DOOMSDAY DESTROYER! Both Eclipse and Nox drop down to cover as Mills Stanton drops down to count
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
JASPER REDGRAVE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: YES! That sadistic prick is gone first so he gets nothing. GOOD DAY SIR!
Nox and Eclipse slap high fives, celebrating one elimination but they don't notice Narcissa and Anton stand up behind them.
ROLLING ELBOW TO THE BACK OF ECLIPSE'S HEAD!
LOW BLOW TO NOX!
NARCISSA ROLLS HIM UP! Mills drops down for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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SAVOR HOLDS ECLIPSE BACK
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THREE!!!
NOX HAS BEEN ELIMINATED- STILL ONE HALF OF THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS
Nox is pissed, forced out of the ring by Mills as Eclipse tries to fight back against Savor. Kicking him low, she rushes to the ropes, springboarding off
UPRISING! BICYCLE KICK IN MID-AIR! The pair aren't done though as Narcissa lifts Eclipse up, throwing her to Savor who hoists Eclipse up
AND GIVES HER THE FINAL COURSE! GTS hits hard as Eclipse falls, Savor hooking the leg
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
ECLIPSE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED- STILL ONE HALF OF THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And then there were three. The three top wrestlers in Arcadia, The Double Feature, NXT Level and World Heavyweight Champions but will this remain true at the end of the night or will the titles all change in a mere matter of moments?
Savor turns to Narcissa who eyes him warily. He gestures out his hand, seemingly for them to work together as they both finally see a still recovering Cade stirring on the outside. Narcissa nods, taking his hand for a moment as she gestures for the pair of them to go outside and grab him. She goes to slip through the ropes but stops
AS ANTON TRIES TO CLOTHESLINE HER FROM BEHIND!
DROP TOE HOLD! BALENCIAGA WAS READY FOR HIS TREACHERY!
MATT RUBY: You'll have to be much smarter to take down the queen, she's always ready for deception
Anton gets splayed out, throat first onto the bottom rope as Narcissa rolls back, rushing forward
AND CATWALKS UP SAVORS BACK, SLIPPING THROUGH THE ROPES AND NAILING HIM WITH A TIGER FEINT KICK!
Anton flies backwards, crashing to the mat as Narcissa stays on the apron, grin wide as she slowly waits for Savor to get to his feet, leaping up to the top rope and springboarding forward
HAUTE....ANTON CATCHES HER IN MID-AIR!
Savor holds her there for a moment before throwing her down hard to the mat with a modified Powerbomb. Anton gets to his feet, holding his jaw as he's almost begging for Hera to get up, rushing forward as she does
RIGHT INTO FAST FASHION! SUPERKICK TO THE BUTTON ROCKS SAVOR!
Narcissa doesn't waste time, rushing to the ropes as she handsprings off
TREND...NO! Anton dodges the forearm as Narcissa rolls to her feet right into a kick to the gut as she's hoisted up onto Savor's shoulders
THE FINAL COURSE! GTS KNOCKS NARCISSA OUT COLD! Savor drops down for the cover, hooking the leg as Stanton slides in to count
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
NARCISSA BALENCIAGA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED- STILL THE NXT LEVEL CHAMPION
Anton gets to his feet, giant smile on his face as he knows he's one step away from finally becoming world champion
MATT RUBY: BEHIND YOU IDIOT!
CHAMPIONSHIP BELT TO THE SKULL FROM JACKSON CADE!
AND MILLS STANTON WILL ALLOW IT!
Cade stumbles on his feet, blood still trickling down his face with fury in his eyes as he tosses the title belt back to the timekeeper at ringside before lifting Anton up to his feet
MASTER KEY BRAINBUSTER! Savor gets spiked into the mat as Cade staggers to the ropes, slowly climbing up to the top rope as the crowd roars his name once more
SCREAAMING EAAAGGGLLLLEEE! ELBOW RIGHT TO THE BLACKENED HEART OF THE LORD HIGH EMPEROR!
MATT RUBY: How is he doing this? How is that bastard still fighting?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: If you didn't know how much heart Jackson Cade has by now Ruby, you never will.
Jackson rolls to his feet, adrenaline flowing through his veins as he backs up, waiting for Savor to get to his feet before rushing forward and leaping up high
HOSTILE...NO! Savor dodges the Superkick, lifting Cade up onto his shoulder in one swift moment
THE FINAL COURSE! Savor hits the GTS, Cade collapsing as he hooks both legs, Mills Stanton slowly getting down to count
ONE
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MATT RUBY: YES! Finally we have a worthy world champion once more.
TWO
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BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Come on Cade, not like this. Kick out you bastard, kick out damnit.
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THRE.....
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JACKSON CADE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
The crowd roar as Anton Savor looks beside himself. He grabs Mills for a moment, screaming at him to count faster before composing himself. He pulls Cade up to his feet, delivering a hard knee to the jaw before lifting him up onto his shoulders, face to the ceiling.
FLAME
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CADE SLIPS OUT!
HOSTILE DOWN! SUPERKICK OUT OF NOWHERE!
Anton doesn't go down, staggering on his feet right into a kick to the gut
THE RIGHT THING! PEDIGREE!!!!!
MATT RUBY: That has to be it. Jackson Cade has done it but he's not covering. What is this idiot doing? He's somehow won and he's still wasting time.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Hear that crowd Ruby, he's not just beating the Preservationists tonight, he's making a statement. Ares wanted a war, this is the people's retaliation.
Jackson backs into the corner, adrenaline flowing through his veins as the crowd begin to chant
JACKSON CADE
JACKSON CADE
JACKSON CADE
With a smile of serene bliss on his face for a moment, he breaths deeply before focusing in on the groggy Savor. He watches Anton get to his knees as Jackson screams out a primal scream and sprints forward
50 CALIBER! PUNT KICK TO THE JAW!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: JACKSON CADE JUST KILLED ANTON SAVOR WITH FIRE!
Cade smiles before collapsing onto Savor, Mills Stanton dropping down as he begins to count
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!!
ANTON SAVOR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED- STILL THE DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPION!
MATT RUBY: HOW?! HOW DID HE DO IT?! Those idiots had him dead to rights and still messed it up. He shouldn't be world champion still, he should be one foot in the grave but that bastard Cade somehow stole this one.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: He's Arcadians champion for a reason Ruby, and he just showed the Preservationists and Ares that as long as Jackson Cade lives, this war will always be far from over.
The Night Belongs
The crowd was electric, still reeling from the impossible victory of Jackson Cade. Against all odds, he had somehow overcome the five-on-one battle, retaining the OSW World Championship against the Preservationists—Eclipse, Nox, Anton Savor, Narcissa, and Jasper Redgrave.
But the war wasn’t over.
As Cade stood in the center of the ring, battered and exhausted, the five Preservationists surrounded him. Their movements were slow, deliberate, like a pack of wolves circling wounded prey.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Oh god... Oh no..
MATT RUBY: It's finally time he gets dealt with BB! You watch this! You open your eyes and you take it in!
The crowd’s cheers turned to fear.
Then—
RUSHING DOWN THE RAMP—
Harold Attano, The Night, and Gemini.
The Seekers ARE HERE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: THANK GOD!
MATT RUBY: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
The crowd explode as they slid into the ring, and the brawl ERUPTED.
Fists flew. Bodies crashed. Chaos consumed the ring.
But the numbers were still against them.
Five-on-four.
The Preservationists began to take control, overpowering the Seekers with their sheer numbers.
And then—
Mister Sunshine and Klaus Way.
MATT RUBY: HA! Now the tide will turn..
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You're really backing these idiots aren't you?
MATT RUBY: The Seekers are outnumbered, Bronco, that's all I'm saying.
The Preservationists swelled to seven.
Cade and the Seekers were being overwhelmed, their fight turning into a desperate struggle.
Just when it seemed hopeless—
Felix Foley. Hatchet. El Dragón Caído.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The battlelines have been drawn! Here comes Foley, Hatchet and Caido!
MATT RUBY: This means war!
They charged down the ramp, throwing themselves into the fray.
Suddenly—
SEVEN VS SEVEN.
The arena shook with excitement as the two sides stood across from each other, fists raised, breathing heavy. Ready to go back to war!
Then—
The arena lights dim, casting the entire space in near-total darkness. 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.
The music of Ezekiel Graves hit.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This guy...
MATT RUBY: Surely the deathnail of the Seekers. Graves will certainly align with the Preservationists!
The battle paused.
All eyes turned toward the entrance ramp.
Slowly, Ezekiel Graves emerged.
His expression was unreadable, his stride calm, purposeful. He stepped into the ring, standing between the two groups.
Silence hung in the air.
Graves took a deep breath, his voice booming.
"I have sought to be in the arms of Jesus Christ my entire life…"
A pause.
The Seekers watched him cautiously.
The Preservationists remained still.
Graves closed his eyes for a moment.
“And in seeking… I have found my faith.”
The crowd cheered—Graves had chosen the Seekers!
MATT RUBY: No.... No way... You have to be kidding me!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I... I can't believe it. Ezekiel Graves... he...
MATT RUBY: I can't bear to say it.
He turned tail and walked towards them, much to their surprise.
Then in a blink of an eye—
GRAVES TURNED—
CHOKESLAM TO JACKSON CADE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: THAT BASTARD!
MATT RUBY: YES! HA! I KNEW HE WOULDN'T BE THAT STUPID!
The cheers turned to deafening boos.
Gemini, Attano, The Night—all stunned.
A sickening grin spread across Graves' face.
The Preservationists erupted in laughter, while the Seekers scrambled, quickly dragging Cade’s lifeless body out of the ring.
They backed up the ramp, escaping as the crowd rained down boos, their Champion shattered by Graves’ betrayal.
Inside the ring, Narcissa stepped forward, smirking.
Another soldier for the cause.
Kaos belonged to the Preservationists.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This war has finally kicked up a gear, folks. Battlelines have been drawn. Sides have been chosen. Jackson Cade is still our World Champion but his next threat stands like a monster...
MATT RUBY: And the good Lord is on his side!
Cut.
Static.
A Stop ■ symbol appears in the bottom right hand corner of the screen as we fade to blac