Us vs. You
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play â–º symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Inside a fancy lawyers office, a large wooden table, varnished and polished, sits in the middle of a room. There’s papers set and lawyers sat awaiting their clients.
Through one entrance walks The Butcher.
And through another, Errol Flint.
Both men don’t take their eyes off one another. There’s a hatred between them that simmers barely beneath the surface. They take their seats alongside their representation.
“You need to stop,” Flint abruptly blurts out. Everyone turns their attention to him. “This invasion needs to end. You’re not Old School Wrestling, Colin.”
The Butcher folds his arms.
“I think you’ll find that we’re the only Old School Wrestling that matters,” he retorts with a smirk.
Their lawyers try to whisper advice in their ears but neither man is interested. Their being here is a formality.
“What’s your offer?” Errol demands to know.
“One night to end it all,” Butcher compromises. “At The School Yard or the Tap Room – your choice. But we have five matches to settle the war. If I win, your roster becomes mine and if you win, my roster becomes yours.”
Errol thinks about it.
“And what do you get if I choose the location?” He enquires with a wry raise of the eyebrow.
“I book Jensen Cussen, Lee Crowley, Mike Lane and Lux Bellator in a match for your OSW Championship. None of them can take part in the five matches that matter.”
That would leave Flint’s OSW short. He stands up abruptly and sneers at him, a decision made.
“Deal.”
Cut.
Can't Be Trusted
In the School Yard, Errol Flint and Mike Lane sit in an office far away from anyone else. The Shadow has his OSW World Championship draped over his shoulder and looks rather unamused.
Errol Flint meanwhile is petrified.
“We can’t trust him,” Lane says emphatically. He looks towards Flint who stops pacing, shrugging his shoulders.
“Look son, we have King Arthur vs. Cael Gable, The Impaler vs. Scarecrow, Heath Solman vs. Deathnote, Edward Newton vs. Simon Black and Tommy Hawk vs Luke Storm,” he rattles off. “Arthur, Crow, Solman, Newton and Hawk will get the job done.”
The Shadow stands up, shaking his head.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he argues back.
Flint places a hand on his shoulder.
“I miss her too, kid,” he says referring to Destiny, who Lee Crowley brutally murdered.
The World Champion shrugs the hand off and turns his back on his father in law. The very mention of his wife’s name is enough to anger him.
Suddenly, into the room walks Red River Jack. Lane immediately prepares to fight but Jack comes in literally waving a white handkerchief.
“I’m not here to cause trouble, man,” he says with a smirk. Mike doesn’t quite back down but stands easier. “I have it on good authority that one of the lambs isn’t following the herd.”
That piques Flint’s interest.
“Someone in the World Championship match is gonna turn on you, man,” he says pointing to Lane. “I’m just tellin’ you the news. Don’t shoot the messenger.”
Red River Jack carefully backs away, leaving Mike Lane to turn to his father in law.
“I told you, he can’t be trusted,” he reiterates, never sharing who he is.
Cut.
Blackveil takes on Rune in a King's Throne match, but can the Painted Man make good on his promise to break the veil of the Jilted Bride?
The two immediately go at it, with the Glitch using the power game to send Blackveil toward the ropes.
Rune rears back for a clothesline on the rebound, but the Man Slayer ducks it...and leaps off the opposite ropes for a cross body instead!
Blackveil continues the attack by targeting the Painted Man's head with strikes, until Rune manages to fight back to his feet...and catches the Jilted Bride with an exploder suplex!
TRUTH HURTS!
A smile flashes on Rune's face as he looks to bring Blackveil back up...but she kicks him in the skull!
Jilted Bride's back on her feet, unloading a flurry of strikes that wears the Painted Man down before sending him over the top rope to the outside!
Blackveil follows close behind, ready to destroy Rune as she unleashes a tight Jedi-like chokehold on the Glitch!
THE RESHUFFLE!
Rune grabs his throat in pain as he tries to get to his feet...only making it to his knees before he takes a massive punt to the head by the Jilted Bride!
THE ANNULMENT!
Rune seems to be out cold as Blackveil sits upon the throne...before two of her bridesmaids force the Painted man back up, propping him up to bow before their leader!
It's all over as the Jilted Bride has something of a wicked smile from behind her veil!
My Generation
Under the bright shining moon, it’s a quiet sight to behold in a local graveyard.
Tag and Ether, Jet Set Radio, stand solemnly in front of a pair of freshly dug graves. They look at one another, sharing in the emotion of the moment.
Then Tag grins.
Whipping out his cock, he begins to unload with a fresh stream of unhealthily yellow piss on one grave, the liquid striking the engraved name with a disdainful hiss. “Pathetic,” he spits, the word slicing through the air. “You were never fit to stand against us.”
Ether, with gleeful hunger in her eyes, nods towards the second grave. “Tonight, we finish this. Tonight, we bury My Generation for good.”
As the stream of urine dissipates, the names on the graves become clear.
Matthew Cories.
Jessie Williams.
Tag chugs a bottle of water, ready to piss on the other grave, when the sound of an engine roars in the distance.
Then closer.
Closer.
But wait, there’s two of them!
Two cars, a Delorean and a 1973 Oldsmobile Delta 88 Royale, skid to a halt beside the cemetery. Doors slam, and two figures emerged from the vehicles, their intentions clear in their stride.
The Generation Kid and Ash Williams are here.
And by god, they’re going to avenge those Jet Set Radio took from them.
“I’m too old for this shit.” Ash mutters as he and TGK approach.
“I guess we’ll have to register you as a Lethal Weapon.” TGK fires back.
As they approach, Tag zips his pants up, and looks at Ether, nodding to the open graves nearby.
These teams square off in a Buried Alive match…
RIGHT FUCKING NOW!
Deep inside a cemetery, we find Jet Set Radio and Those 80's Guys squaring off with the goal of one team being buried alive!
JSR get the jump first, with Tag going after TGK while Ether and Ash come to blows!
Trading lefts and rights, the Chosen One gets the upper hand...and sends Ether reeling on her roller blades!
Tag, meanwhile, is making easy work of the Kid with some hard right hands and a kick to the gut.
Sexy Dynamite grabs his skateboard as TGK uses a headstone to prop himself up...and Tag takes a big swing!
BUT THE KID DODGES IT JUST IN TIME!
The impact of the board hitting the stone causes Tag to drop it...giving TGK an opening to launch himself!
THE KARATE KID!
The leaping kick connects flush with Tag's face, dropping him to the ground next to an open grave!
But here comes Ether, speeding down the roadway to Tag's aid!
Ash isn't far behind, looking to catch Tag with the Superman Punch!
BOOMSTICK!
The impact sends Tag tumbling into the grave as TGK gets back to his feet...before Ether goes for a spinning heel kick!
ETHER--NO!
TGK catches the Hungry Girl instead, dropping her into the grave with a Rock Bottom!
AN EXCELLENT ADVENTURE!
The pair are out as Ash and the Kid grab nearby shovels...and before Ether or Tag can stir, they get covered in dirt!
It's all over now, as Those 80's Guys prevail over Jet Set Radio in the cemetery!
Planning
We find ourselves in a private backstage area, bMf’s dressing room. It’s more lavish than the other dressing rooms, complete with a bar from which the group are sharing a round of whiskey.
Simon Black is there, in conversation with Bad Mother Fuckers as Pyre hands him a glass, then hands one to one other figure. The Butcher. Colin downs the whiskey and exhales. It is the Butcher who speaks, his attention directed at Simon.
“Is our plan in place for the World Championship Match later tonight?”
Simon nods, a smirk on his face as he takes his own swig.
“Sure is.” He nods his head towards Zero and Pyre. “These two are going to come with me to defend my World Championship, everything is in place. We'll end Edward Newton and retain our position in this war, Colin.”
Butcher mulls for a moment, his stern face difficult to read. He looks from bMf to Simon, then back again.
“Right.” He speaks finally. “But be warned. Things are about to get serious. Newton used to work for us, remember? He's not to be trusted and he's a violent competitor if he needs to be. Make sure you focus, Simon. You'll need all your wits to defeat him.”
There's a clink of glasses and with that, the Butcher exits, leaving bMf and Simon to continue working out the finer details of their plan.
Cut.
Both men have been buried before, but which one shall return to the grave?
The match begins and Gable shoots in on Arthur immediately! He plants him with a takedown before whipping him across the ring and nailing a crossbody! Cael forces him up and tosses him over the ropes onto the apron!
GOLD RUSH! RUNNING SPEAR TO KING ARTHUR!
MORDED'S DEMISE! THE GUILLOTINE CHOKE!
Both men crash to the outside and the Lich King has the hold locked in tight! Gable fires away with rights to the injured midsection until Arthur is forced to let go! He shoves Cael away and crawls towards the grave! Gable rushes him!
AND CATCHES A SHOVEL TO THE FUCKING SKULL!
Blood splatters from a fresh wound onto the gravestone and Cael is looking shaky! The King drops him with a Russian Legsweep onto the dirt mound and looks to try and push him into the grave but Cael slips behind him!
AND GOES FOR THE 10 KARAT!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
THE LAST ONE LANDS BOTH MEN IN THE GRAVE!
The arena is silent for a moment when Gable begins to stir! He tries to climb from the grave but Arthur grabs him from behind and slams his head against the side of the grave! They trade blows as they try to climb from the grave!
GABLE GRABS ARTHUR!
PUGHPLEX! SUPLEX CUTTER INTO THE GRAVE!
THE LORD WILL SORT THEM!
KILLED! WITH! FIRE!
Gable climbs free and begins to dump dirt on top of the King! He's done it!
Cael fought for his life tonight and walked away victorious!
Opposing Forces
With the match having ended just moments ago, King Arthur has some new business to attend to as he points his staph at Gable with bad intentions...and raises it high to drive it through the Olympian!
Darkness.
Flutter.
The lights are back on, and Gable is out of harm's way...and taking the blow instead is The Scarecrow! Pulling the staph out, the Hayman snaps it in half before turning his attention to King Arthur...grabbing him by the throat for a chokeslam!
BYE BYE BIRDIE!
King Arthur has been laid out by The Scarecrow...but something wicked this way comes! Scarecrow turns his attention to the monster staring him down...the Dread Pirate himself.
The Impaler.
And these monsters are in for a showdown!
Two massive monsters stand across face to face with another. Which shall be placed upon the perch?
HAYMAKER FROM SCARECROW!
IMPALER DOESN'T FLINCH!
LIGHTS OUT! POLISH HAMMER FROM IMPALER!
SCARECROW DOESN'T MOVE!
Both monsters fire blow after blow at one another! Impaler finally gets gets an upper hand and sends Scarecrow to the ropes!
ADAM SMASHER! CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL SENDS BOTH MONSTERS ONTO THE APRON!
Impaler peels Scarecrow up and goes to throw him towards the perch but the Hayman nails him with a headbutt! He grabs Impaler and forces him up into a crucifix! Impaler is trying to wiggle out!
AND THE LIGHTS GO OUT!
THE PERCH! THE PERCH!
When the lights come back both monsters are in a heap at ringside! Scarecrow is up first and forces Impaler to his feet before whipping him into the ring post! Legion turns back and catches a Scarecrow with a massive big boot! Neither monster is giving the other an inch as Scarecrow forces Impaler up and slams him into the apron! He finally rolls him back into the ring!
BUT THE DREAD PIRATE IS ON HIS FEET WHEN CROW ROLLS IN! HE DROPS THE HAYMAN WITH A PILEDRIVER!
Neither monster is stirring for a moment before Impaler lumbers to his feet, dragging Scarecrow towards the perch!
ANOTHER HAYMAKER! IMPALER GETS ROCKED!
ANOTHER LIGHTS OUT! SCARECROW IS TEETERING!
Both monsters refuse to go down! They fire off blow after blow!
A HAND AROUND THE THROAT!
BYE BYE BIRDIE! CHOKESLAM ONTO THE FUCKING PERCH!
Scarecrow binds Impaler to the perch and hoists it into the air! Scarecrow is victorious!
Both monsters refused to go down, but even Impaler fell to the Scarecrow.
Lee Crowley
There’s celebrations backstage after The Scarecrow evened things up for Errol Flint and his Old School Wrestling. Lane though isn’t convinced. He still paces back and forth, debating the dilemma put to them by Red River Jack earlier tonight.
“This isn’t the time for celebrations,” he warns. “One of Lee Crowley, Lux Bellator or Jensen Cussen is going to turn on us tonight. You heard Jack, didn’t you?”
Flint shrugs his shoulders.
“That man likes to spread disinformation, son. You can’t listen to what he has to say. Once he has his prongs in you, it’s hard to pull away.”
Mike gets closer – almost in his face.
“You don’t think I of all people know that?” He hisses angrily at his father in law.
As the tensions rise, in walks The Family. DTR is flanked by Jensen Cussen, Max Million and Jacob Phoenix.
“Are we interrupting?” Don’t Trust Reason asks with a smile. Lane snaps around to face him. “When this war started, we agreed to be on the same page. Alternate OSW must be beaten.”
“And?” Flint interrupts.
“And I’ve heard that Lee Crowley can’t be trusted. I heard that he plans to go into business for himself tonight,” Cussen subsequently chimes in. “What do you plan to do about it?”
“Crowley, huh?” The Shadow muses. “I’ve heard the same.”
Flint and Lane share a look. They know that isn’t exactly what they’ve heard.
“It doesn’t matter,” Errol continues. “They can’t hurt us unless he wins the OSW World Championship from my son in law here.”
Jensen smiles.
“I’m going to make sure that doesn’t happen,” Vengeance says, still smiling. “Because I’ll be the one winning it.”
The Family and Mike Lane share a look before they slowly back away, exiting the room.
“We need to a plan,” The Shadow demands. “You’re gonna have to call on em. We’ll need it.”
Flint nods.
Cut.
Tonight, we find out if Deathnote can cure Solman’s curse or if Heath’s unique ability can override the son of Death in this Last Man Standing match.
The bell rings and Heath is sprinting out of his corner looking for the Front Dropkick – SHOTGUN WEDDING! -
*BAM!*
Deathnote catches Solman in mid-fucking air with a Uranage driving him to the canvas!
The Author rolls out of the ring and procures a steel chair before sliding back in.
Only to be met with the Sprinting Front Dropkick to the chair – SHOTGUN WEDDING!
Lands flush driving the chair into the face of The Prince! Sending Deathnote sprawling.
Solman is on top of things, quickly locking in the Rings of Saturn – OVERDOSE - causing The Author to scream in pain.
Deathnote roles back escaping the hold and throwing The Man Hope Forgot onto his shoulders and hitting the GTS – GATHER THY SOUL!
Solman’s laid out and The God of the New World is going for the Top Rope.
Deathnote goes to stand but The Outcast staggers to his feet and dives at the top rope, crotching The Author on the top rope.
Heath staggers over to The Prince fighting Deathnote into a Brain Buster position directed to the outside. But The Author counters, hip tossing The Outcast into the ring with a...
*THUD!*
Heath comes up on all fours and Deathnote hops down rushing his foe...
Punt Kick to the Skull!
THE PEN STROKE!
DEATHNOTE JUST
KILLED...
IT...
WITH...
FIRE!!!
Heath’s down, and the referee begins counting...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
HEATH BEGINS TO STIR!
NINE!
SOLMAN STARTS TO PULL HIMSELF UP WITH THE ROPES BUT FALLS TO THE FLOOR OUTSIDE THE RING!
TEN!
Deathnote has managed to put down the Immortal and be the last man standing.
The Inmates
Back in the locker room of Bad Mother Fuckers and Simon, they’re celebrating another victory for The Butchers OSW, even though he’s no-where to be seen.
Suddenly, the door bursts open and in raid The Asylum. Lee Crowley, Doubt, Hysteria and The Shark rush in to attack. They immediately go after Pyre, Zero and Luke Storm.
Hysteria begins choking out Zero.
Doubt and The Shark are holding back Luke Storm.
That leaves Lee Crowley, his crowbar and Pyre.
With every file swing he smashes it across her skull, sending blood spattering off in every direction. As Luke Storm and Zero scream, they’re helpless as Lee demolishes Pyre in front of them both.
Pyre hits the floor with a thud, but Lee doesn’t stop slamming the crowbar into her head until it’s matted in her scalp, hair and blood.
“Now, where’s Simon?” Crowley says looking around for the Mastermind.
Only that cowardly son of a bitch has gone.
“Neither of you had better be at ringside for Simon vs. Newton,” he growls. “Your brother goes it alone, without your help or interference.”
Hysteria tosses Zero to the floor, watching as he crawls over to Pyre, crying all the while.
“Do you understand us?” Doubt asks.
Storm nods.
Zero nods.
The Asylum have murdered Pyre. This won't be the end.
Cut.
The OSW Championship is on the line as Lee Crowley, Jensen Cussen, Mike Lane, and Lux Bellator do battle in this Fatal Four Way Match.
Crowley launches out of the gate looking for the Spear on the Mastermind...
SHOCK THERAPY!
*KA-RAK!*
CROWLEY IS ROLLING IN THE FASTLANE!
As Mike Lane intercepts him with the Rolling Knee to the Skull knocking the Mad King’s dick in the dirt.
Lux Bellator is spot on hitting Lane with Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors into a Single Arm DDT!
ARM OF GOD!
Before Cussen grabs Bellator from behind, Snap German, into a Snap Dragon, and finished with a Snap Murder Backdrop Suplex!
LIFE FLASHER!
*WA-BAM!*
Lane with the T-Bone Suplex throwing the Mastermind across the ring into the Mad Scientist Bomb of Lee Crowly!
DEGENERATE STEPFORD SMILE!
Crowly and Lane face off now and they start laying into each other with rights and lefts. Until Smiley gets enough room to hit a Spinning Hook Kick!
THE CHELSEA GRIN!
Staggers The Shadow when from out of nowhere Vengeance hits a Leaping Cutter on The Mad King!
BLACK HAND’S BLADE LEVELS LEE CROWLEY!
*KA-FUCKING-RAK!*
SHADOW KICK!
LANE HITS LEAPING SUPERKICK TO THE JAW OF JENSEN KNOCKING HIM COLD BEFORE FALLING INTO THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Mike Lane managed Retain the Championship on this night with a sudden blow from out of nowhere!
Don't Trust Reason
The match is done, the smoke has cleared, and Lux Bellator stands beside Mike Lane as the family swarms the ring! DTR, Max Million, Jensen Cussen, and Jacob Phoenix stand on one side of the ring, DTR grabbing the microphone and speaking to the crowd as much as he's speaking to the men in the ring.
"Michael, Lux. I bet you're wondering why this big, happy family wandered down to the ring, aren't you?" He chuckles, looking to his stablemates. "See, I know we had an agreement to work against this... Alternate OSW. In fact, I would like to say that we had an understanding. But the thing is, and you should have learned this years ago, you can't trust reason. History is written by the victors."
"What exactly are you trying to say, Dave?" Mike Lane tries to stand tall, squaring up to DTR who can't help but smirk.
"I'm just saying what we all know. If the winners write history, then this new breed most definitely holds the pen."
CHAIRSHOT BY MILLION TO BELLATOR!
STUNNER BY DTR TO JENSEN CUSSEN!? WHAT THE FUCK!?
The Family just betrayed OSW and Jensen Cussen too! Million and Phoenix rain down boots on both Bellator and Cussen! Meanwhile, DTR produces a knife from his pocket and advances on Mike Lane! The Shadow has nowhere to run and DTR goes for the kill!
Darkness.
Flutter.
THE LIGHTS COME UP! SCARECROW IS HERE AND BRENT KERSH IS WITH HIM!
BYE BYE BIRDIE! CHOKESLAM TO MILLION!
SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT! PILEDRIVER DROPS PHOENIX!
SHADOWKICK! LANE LEAPS WITH THE SUPERKICK THAT SENDS DTR OUT OF THE RING! THE PILLARS OF OSW JUST FUCKING CLEARED HOUSE!
The Family is sent high tailing it out of the ring as Brent Kersh and Lane help Lux and Jensen to their feet, the crowd going wild with applause as the Pillars stand tall in the center of the ring!
Cut.
583 days, 17 defences. The reign of Edward Newton goes down as the greatest in OSW history and now the Riddler has returned for his gold. Can the Mastermind keep hold of his championship gold or will the Riddler reign supreme once more?
The bell sounds as Black rushes forward immediately, trying to take Newton by surprise with a Lariat but Newton ducks underneath, landing a leaping neckbreaker that stuns the world champion.
Black staggers up, swinging a wild right that Newton ducks under, leaping up as he tries for the Nevermind DDT. Black quickly slips out, backing up as he knows just how deadly that move is.
Newton doesn't let Black breath thou, rushing forward as he tries for a patented Newton brother Superkick that Simon manages to catch before swinging him down to the mat with a dragon screw.
Simon keeps hold of the leg, trying to lock in Checkmate but Newton manages to kick him off. The Riddler staggers up to his feet right into a kick to the gut
MASTER-STROKE!
The Pedigree hits flush but Black isn't done as he lifts the groggy Newton up again, hooking the arms as he tries for a second one but Newton slips out, nailing him with a hard headbutt before lifting him onto his shoulders.
Enigma Theorem! Black gets driven into the mat with the DVD, stunning the world champion as Newton quickly takes advantage, grabbing his legs and locking in the Riddle Box.
Black tries to fight out of the crab, slowly crawling to the ropes but Newton drags him back at the last moment, rearing back and placing the knee into his spine as Simon Black tries to survive but is forced to tap out!
We have a new OSW World Champion as for the second time, Edward Newton has gained the gold as he forces the Mastermind to submit to his greatness.
The Marbles
With the match over and the night tied at 2-2, Errol Flint and The Butcher make their way out onto the stage to watch the Main Event.
It’s the match that settles everything.
Luke Storm lost one of his best friends earlier tonight and now he walks into battle with The Spirit Walker.
“This is for all the marbles, Flint,” The Butcher muses, waving a contract in the air. “If your boy loses, your OSW is mine.”
Errol scoffs.
“We’ll see, Colin. We’ll see.”
That match… is… next.
The Spirit Walker is a tremendous warrior who has gone toe to toe with the greatest inside the squared circle and for the most part, he is a peaceful man...but underneath the calm strength lies a bloodthirsty warrior. Luke Storm is a cocky asshole who believes he's the very best and will do anything to prove it. Unfortunately for Hollywood, he has fucked around and found out as he fights not the Spirit Walker...but the Savage inside a multi layered steel cage where he can only hope to survive.
The bell sounds as Luke Storm circles the ring, testing out the strength of the steel links, jawing at the fans and the referee before turning to Hawk who is allready rushing at him.
TURNING STORM INSIDE OUT WITH A BRUTAL LARIAT!
Storm staggers to his feet into a flurry of lefts and rights that rock Hollywood before he grips him in a headlock, possibly looking for that Red Arrow but Storm manages to escape with a vicious rake of the eyes.
Storm slips out as Hawk is blinded, rocking him with an uppercut before running to the ropes, bouncing off and nailing a stiff knee to the side of the head.
That Tommy Hawk no-sells.
Hawk just stares daggers at Storm who visibly gulps before quickly rolling out of the ring, trying to put some seperation between him and the Spirit Walker but that may well have been a bad idea.
Cause this Hawk can fly
GOING NATIVE! Middle rope diving right hook nearly breaks Storm's jaw on impact, sending Hollywood flying back first into the steel cage.
Hawk doesn't let up, grabbing Storm by the skull as he forces him back again and again into the steel, trying to bust him open from the back as Hollywood tries to fight out, able to rear up and kick Hawk in the dick to slightly slow him down.
Storm can only get to his feet before he's rocked once more by a brutal, skull cracking headbutt as he's gripped by the warrior once more, Hawk rushing forward as he tries to throw Storm headfirst into the steel steps.
BUT HOLLYWOOD TRIPS HIM UP AT THE LAST SECOND AS TOMMY HAWK FLIES RIGHT INTO THE STEPS!
Hawk is dazed but not busted open, a fact that Hollywood rectifies a few seconds later as he backs up,
AND LIGHTING STRIKES HAWK'S SKULL INTO THE STEEL STEPS BUSTING HIM WIDE OPEN!
Luke Storm picks up the first fall
Hollywood is able to bust Tommy Hawk wide open as he only needs one more fall to end this contest early and Hawk looks very worse for wear here. Rivets of blood pooling down his forehead as Luke smiles that cocky, shit eating grin. Storm kicks the open wound a few times like a dickhead before grabbing Hawk and throwing him back inside the ring.
Hawk staggers up to his knees, the proverbial crimson mask flooding over his face as Storm rushes forward.
RUNNING KNEE TO THE SKULL!
Storm isn't done as he springs off the ropes, nailing the Blockbuster as he shows the Spirit Warrior the Lights, Camera, Action of Hollywood.
Hawk looks stunned but he still manages to stagger to his feet, throwing out a wild right that Storm ducks under before nailing a leaping knee.
Hawk tries a series of strikes that Hollywood manages to duck, dodge and weave through with ease before a brutal double knee to the open wound rocks Hawk before Storm grabs him in a double underhook and begins going ham with the knees.
Five, Ten, Fifteen knees. The wound of Tommy Hawk is now a terrifying gusher as Storm's knee is stained with his blood. Storm lets go of the clinch before leaping up
DOWNPOUR! The Codebreaker hits devastatingly hard as Hawk crashes to the mat but Luke doesn't cover, that isn't enough to get that picture perfect Hollywood finish.
He climbs up to the top rope but doesn't dive, instead reaching up to the ceiling and beginning to spiderman crawl slowly over to the entrance hole to the second cage. Storm doesn't climb through, but holds himself for a moment before letting go
THUNNNDDDAAAHHHH FROM THE TOP OF THE FIRST CAGE...ONTO TOMMY HAWK'S FUCKING HEAD!
That could be it there, 200+ pounds onto an unprotected, nearly bleeding out Tommy Hawk's head but Luke Storm has to go that extra mile and where there's Thunder...
there's Lightning and it must strike as Storm backs into the corner, patiently waiting for Tommy Hawk to get to his feet.
Hawk somehow..someway stumbles to his feet. Bloodied and woozy, he staggers up just as Luke Storm rushes forward
LIGHTNING STRIKE! The Superkick hits flush as Hawk crashes to the mat, Storm falling onto him for a lateral press and the sure, dominant victory.
ONE
...................
TOMMY HAWK POWERS OUT
Luke Storm looks shocked, screaming at the referee to 'do your fucking job asshole' but he's so focused on the idea of a slow count, he doesn't notice Tommy Hawk sitting up. His usual peaceful dark eyes now a violent red...and not because of the blood.
The Savage has emerged.
Storm turns around in the shadow of the Savage, Hawk seemingly having grown in both stature and size with his rage as Luke Storm realizes how he much he may have fucked up as he quickly tries to scramble away.
The Savage grabs him by the shoulder but Storm rears back with a pinpoint low blow that seems to only barely stagger the Savage back enough for Storm to begin climbing. Storm quickly scrambles his way up to the second cage, trying to get some room between himself and certain doom as the Savage looks up at Storm, but doesn't begin climbing the ropes or the cage.
Instead he merely jumps from the first cage into the second.
Hollywood almost trembles in fear as the cage shakes from the impact of the leap, The Savage staring deep into Storm's soul as he begins slowly advancing. Storm reaching around for something, anything to hurt the Savage. He grabs a fallen boom mic, swinging it hard but The Savage grabs it in mid-air, breaking it half before tossing Storm into the ropes.
Storm just dodges out of the way of a hard Lariat, grabbing a clapper board and swinging it hard over the Savage's skull, breaking it in half...which does absolutely nothing. The Savage just scowls before nearly decapitating Storm with a mammoth Lariat.
Storm slowly stumbles up into a grip around his throat, The Savage trying to strangle the life out of Hollywood but Storm manages to dig a thumb into his eye, escaping the chokehold. Storm scrambles for another weapon as The Savage grabs Storm by the hair, pulling him up.
CAMERA FLASH!
The Savage is blinded by the sudden flash as Storm uses Flash Photography to stun the Savage before breaking the camera over his skull. That doesn't do much but the punt to the groin slightly does as Storm nails him not once, not twice but three times with a full blown punt to the dick before leaping up high
GALE FORCE STUNNNNAAHHHH!
The Savage doesn't go down, stumbling into the ropes dazed as he springs off
WITH THE SCALP! DISCUS PALM STRIKE NEARLY BREAKS STORM'S JAW UPON IMPACT!
Storm is still on his feet as he stumbles into the ropes
RIGHT INTO A SECOND SCALP!
That has to be it as Storm looks out cold, The Savage dropping down for the cover.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
Luke Storm and Tommy Hawk are tied one fall apiece.
We're tied one fall apiece as the final fall lies on the last cage, where to win this contest, they have to hang their opponent on the butchers hook. There's only one problem.
Luke Storm is out fucking cold.
And The Savage...the blood loss is starting to get the better of him.
Tommy Hawk slowly staggers out of the cage, looking upwards at the hook. It's within reach as the cage is only a few feet upwards and all he needs to do now is grab Luke Storm and get him up onto the cage.
Hawk wipes the blood from his eyes as he begins dragging Storm towards the door. He manages to get him to the outside of the second cage but can't rouse him to climb up so with the last of his strength, he lifts Storm up onto his shoulders.
And begins to climb with the dead weight of Hollywood on his shoulders.
Hawk manages to get to the top, sliding Storm onto the cage before beginning to climb up
But gets his hand stomped on by Storm who was playing possum the entire time.
Storm stomps down hard, trying to send Hawk back down to the second cage but Hawk manages to catch the foot, tripping Storm up as he manages to roll onto the last cage. Both men get to their feet as Storm rocks Hawk with a leaping knee before grabbing him by the head
GALE FORCE...NO!
Hawk slips out, grabbing Storm as he lifts him high
RED ARROW...STORM LANDS ON HIS FEET. LIGHTNING STRIKE!
Hawk gets nailed by that Superkick, still on his feet but so close to the blade that a single strike may launch him onto it as Storm backs up.
LIGHTNING STRIKE! Storm catches Hawk beautifully on the chin as he goes flying back,
RIGHT ONTO THE BUTCHER'S BLADE FOR THE VICTORY!
Luke Storm takes the third and final fall
Luke Storm picks up the big victory here, both men absolutely brutalizing eachother but in the end, even Tommy Hawk couldn't outrun the lightning.
Them
Errol Flint can’t believe it.
His Old School Wrestling lost to those who came after. He falls to his knees, desperate and distraught. The Butcher walks over with a smile, waving the contract in his face.
“Sign it over,” he demands.
He slaps the contract into Flints chest and backs off.
Suddenly, the lights go off.
“What’s the meaning of this!?” Flint yells. “You’ve already won!”
“This isn’t me. It better not be you reneging on our deal, Errol!” Butcher retorts.
LIGHTNING BOLT!
A furious lightning bolt suddenly slams into the stage, shocking Flint and Butcher who’re illuminated and recoil backwards.
We flash backstage.
The Asylum are being attacked… by Apokalypsis.
Flash.
Zero is being attacked by The Pool Guys!
The lights come back on and in the middle of the ring, JACKSON CADE STANDS!
HOSTILE DOWN TO LUKE STORM!
And there’s HAROLD ATTANO!
ONE SHOT ONE KILL TO TOMMY HAWK!
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?
Zeus suddenly walks out onto the stage, picking up the contracts from the floor and taking a pen from his pocket. What the fuck is he doing!?
He signs them!
Zeus signs both contacts!
“Old School Wrestling belongs to me,” he roars, having taken ownership of both companies. “And you’re either OSDUB or against us…”
The crowd chant.
“BECAUSE WE ARE…. O…. S…. W!”
Cut!