OLYMPUS RISING
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Cold Open.
Olympus looks mighty different since we last saw it. It’s now an arena of fans, surrounding a ring. This is what wrestling now looks like in Arcadia. Meanwhile, stood in the middle of the ring with a microphone is none other than Zeus.
Our esteemed leader soaks in the cheers from the crowd.
“This will be one of the very few times you witness me in an Old School Wrestling ring this season,” he announces to boos from the crowd.
He takes a moment.
“After the heinous attack by the Uprising at Red Snow, we had Olympus rebuilt as quickly as we possibly could. I hope you like what we’ve done with the old place.”
Cheers.
“However, that’s not why I’m out here,” he admits, looking towards the entrance ramp. “Narcissa… I know you’re back there. Come on out if you dare.”
TGIF plays through the arena and the entire stage flickers with different coloured spotlights for her arrival. She casually enters the area, walking down the ramp and rolling into the ring.
The sheer courage of the woman is astonishing.
She’s fearless.
Zeus grimaces.
“You’re lucky I don’t kill you where you stands,” he barks at her.
“Oh honey, you’re lucky I came. You can’t kill me. The minute you or one of your cronies does, you’ll prove to Arcadia what I’ve said all along and potentially cause a mass revolution. You’re a smart Baron, right? You won’t risk it. If anyone is lucky here, it’s you – after all, you’re still breathing, aren’t you?”
The fans boo.
“I don’t plan to kill you, Narcissa,” he says with a shrug, clearly having other ideas. “But I can’t have your army running through Arcadia, hurting innocent people. You have killers in your midst.”
She shrugs herself.
Narcissa doesn’t give a damn. Should she?
“I could hunt them down or wait until they strike here and end this.”
Zeus begins pacing.
“But I know that for every Deathrow cockroach I squash beneath my boot, another will pop up and take their place,” The Baron muses to a smile from Balenciaga. “So, that begs the question, doesn’t it? How do I keep Arcadia safe?”
Narcissa leans in.
“Die?” She hisses.
He smiles this time.
“No,” he retorts firmly but with a chuckle. “The first thing I’m going to do is offer a golden ticket to the first member of Deathrow who turns their back on you and joins Old School Wrestling.”
Her eyebrows lift in surprise.
“They’ll not only gain their freedom but a spot on this roster.”
The Leader of the Uprising begins pacing with him now.
“That doesn’t protect Arcadia, honey. The only places in Arcadia that will be safe from the Uprising are those who support us,” she roars back in anger. “The rest of you should fear.”
Narcissa tosses the microphone aside and exits the ring as TGIF plays to the audience.
The reigning and defending OSW World Champion teams with Felix Foley and Gemini to battle Harold Attano, Colt Ramsey and Destructo Boy in this explosive trio’s match!
Felix Foley kicks things off with Harold Attano. They lock up, Harold turning Foley around and running him back to his teams corner. He delivers a few knife edge chops before offering the tag to Destructo Boy. Only DB drops down off the apron to boos from the crowd, shrugging his shoulders. Harold whips Felix out into the other corner, charging in to be stumbled backwards by a back elbow.
The Puppetmaster grabs him, looking for the Double Arm DDT! CUT THE STRINGS! NO! Harold reverses into a Fisherman Suplex! One… Two… Gemini breaks the fall! She delivers a swift kick to the head of Nobody before heading back to her corner. Both men slowly crawl towards their corners and MAKE THE TAG! In comes Gemini and in comes Ramsey! They hit the ring running. Gemini ducks under a Clothesline attempt… BACKSTABBER! YANG!
She covers… One… Two… DESTRUCTO BOY OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A FLYING ELBOW! GEMINI MOVES! DB HITS RAMSEY! Tombstone enters the fray, grabbing DB by the throat… FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS! FALLING CHOKESLAM! The World Champion rises to see Harold Attano leaping at him… ONE SHOT ONE SKILL! DIAMOND CUTTER! NOOOOOOOO! Tombstone swings him around into the BOSSMAN SLAM! YOU CAN’T RUN FROM THE FERRYMAN!
With the distraction, Gemini has no idea that Colt has got her from behind! HE ROLLS UP! ROLLING CUTTER DROPKICK! HE RAN STRAIGHT THROUGH TOMBSTONE AT THE SAME TIME! Ramsey gets back to his feet and rallies the fans but doesn’t see Foley… MANIDBLE CLAW! THE PUPPETSHOW! BUT FELIX ISN’T THE LEGAL MAN! Ramsey taps furiously, only that doesn’t matter! LOW BLOW TO FOLEY! Colt chokes away the pain… SPRINGBOARD… TORNADO.. D.. D.. DT! UNLEASHED! Gemini covers… ONE…. TWO…. THREE! It’s over!
Gemini, Tombstone and Felix Foley somehow come together tonight to pick up a fantastic victory over Colt Ramsey and Harold Attano. Only, where’s Destructo Boy? Long heading up the ramp to the back, that’s where. His allegiance to Doom and Foley very clear here tonight.
WINNER: GEMINI, FOLEY & TOMBSTONE
HOW MANY
We find ourselves within the Kingdom hide out. In a bed, the figure of Black Panther lies, chest rising and falling rhythmically as he lies asleep, his body still battling its recovery and not yet awake.
Nearby, the Red Falcon stands before the large computerised table, fists clenched in frustration.
“How many?” He demands, voice aimed at the Zookeeper who merely watches calmly. “How many have come before?”
The silence from the Zookeeper is deafening. He gives no answer to the Red Falcon’s demands. Palpable, the tension is thick enough to be cut with a knife. Instead, the White Bear steps forth to break the tension, placing a paw on Red Falcon’s shoulder.
“Calm…” White Bear softly growls. “We have other matters which require more urgent attention.”
Red Falcon turns, facing the White Bear but says nothing. The White Bear fills the silence.
“The threat of the ACA is imminent.”
Red Falcon slowly but surely melts into acceptance, calming himself from the presence of the White Bear.
“Fine. Our priorities lie elsewhere… For now.”
The final words are directed towards the Zookeeper. Though other threats require attention, the investigation into the Kingdom clearly isn’t over.
Cut.
Thrown into the deep end in his first match, Lionel Troy takes on NXT Level Champion Luther Grim in non-title action!
BLOOD SPORT RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE AND GRIM TAKES LIONEL OUT!!! THE BROGUE KICK!!! Grim makes the quick cover!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEE!!! What the hell? Fastest win ever? NO!!! THE REF POINTS TO THE BOTTOM ROPE, AND LIONEL TROY’S FOOT RESTS ON IT!!! Grim grins and reaches his feet, dragging Troy up by his hair.
KNIFE EDGED CHOP to Troy’s chest. Troy cries out for help from Zion! But Zion ain’t listening!!! ANOTHER VICIOUS KNIFE EDGED CHOP!!! “SAVE ME ZION!!!” Troy screams. BOOT TO THE GROIN from Lionel! That drops Grim to his knees, and Troy finishes him off with a DDT!!! He makes the cover!!! One!!! Troy puts his feet on the ropes for leverage!!! TWO!!! The ref doesn’t see it!!! THREEEE– NO!!!
The Hunter kicks out and scrambles to his feet. Troy rakes Grim’s eyes. “PRAY YOU HEATHEN,” Troy screams. ZIONIC ELBOW!!! NO!!! Luther ducks it! He scoops Troy onto his shoulders! THE HARVEST!!! THE TORTURE RACK!!! THE PAIN HAS LIONEL PRAYING FOR HIS SUFFERING TO END, BUT GRIM HAS NO INTENTIONS OF STOPPING!!! IS LIONEL GONNA TAP OUT RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW???
NO!!! A THUMB TO THE EYE FROM TROY, AND LUTHER DROPS HIM!!! Lionel Troy, thinking only of his safety, tries to scramble out of the ring!!! But Luther Grim grabs him by the legs, and pulls him back dead square in the center of the ring! The NXT Level Champion backs into a corner, and as Lionel reaches his feet — LUTHER CHARGES!!! TROY POPS HIM UP!!! CATCHES HIM IN THE CRUCIFIX POSITION!!! “CAN YOU TAKE MEEEEE HIIIIGHER??? TO A PLACE WITH–“ CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB!!! GOLDEN STREETS!!! TROY COVERS!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEE!!!
Lionel Troy has an impressive debut victory over NXT Level Champion, Luther Grim!
WINNER: LIONEL TROY
A DOOR THAT MUST BE SEALED
Sebastian Boswick and Tucker Goode – the OSW Tag Team Champions, waltz carefully through the Red Light District. They observe the carnage before them, looks of joy on their face as they walk.
Soon enough they come across a large metal door, their interest truly piqued.
“What’s this?” Goode enquires.
Sebastian touches the door.
EH EH.
The door lights up to say no as the negative sound perturbs Boswick. He nods at Goode, who then tries his hand.
EH EH.
Again, no.
Neither of them is the fifth hand. They both turn to walk away when they’re greeted by Grimskull and Drewitt.
“You did this?” Boswick asks, looking at the carnage surrounding them.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Drewitt growls. His eyes immediately turn to the Tag Team Championships strapped around the waists of the ACA. “But perhaps John is right; everything happens for a reason.”
The ACA quickly unstrap their titles, hiding them behind their backs cautiously.
“Take your filthy eyes off our belts,” Goode roars angrily. “They’re not for the likes of you.”
Grimskull laughs.
“And this is no place for the likes of you, as you so eloquently put it. You’ve wandered into the hornet’s nest, gentlemen. The Red Light District is no more and since you’ve wandered into No Man’s Land, a toll must be paid.”
The ACA carefully back away, leaving Drewitt and Grimskull stood by the door, watching as they go.
When far enough way, they restrap the titles back to their waists, stopping to look back over their shoulder at Drewitt and Grimskull.
“I’m pleased this place has been destroyed, but perhaps our greater concern is those who destroyed it,” Sebastian suggests.
“I think we’ll have plenty of time to handle them. It appears they’ve taken an interest in our titles,” Goode replies. “This level is a door that must be sealed. It’s on us to seal it, Sebastian.”
Boswick nods, both men exiting.
Cut.
Two former world champions collide tonight! It’s El Mariachi Muerte taking on Jackson Cade!
EMM charges across the ring and Jackson ducks a vicious clothesline attempt, immediately turning and SUPERKICKING Muerte, which sends him reeling into the turnbuckles! Cade with a chop! Another chop! Another! Another! Another! Finally, EMM grabs Cade and switches sides, shoving Cade into the turnbuckles! Now it’s EMM’s turn! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
LOW BLOW FROM CADE!!! That drops Singing Death and Cade immediately takes advantage! He lifts Muerte up to his feet, and sets him up! MASTERKEY!!! THE BRAIN BUSTER!!! Jackson makes the cover!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR — NO!!! EL MARIACHI MUERTE KICKS OUT WITH AUTHORITY, KIPS UP TO HIS FEET!!!
Jackson Cade grabs Muerte’s hand! BREACH AND CLEAR!!! SLINGBLADE!!! NO!!! MUERTE REVERSES!!! WHISKEY!!! FUCKING!!! LULLABY!!! THE OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY CLEARS CADE RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! Cade is sprawled out on the floor outside the ring. EMM waits for Cade to get to his feet. MUERTE SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE!!! AND GETS CAUGHT MIDAIR BY CADE WITH A DROPKICK!!!
Jackson reaches his feet and immediately rolls Muerte back in the ring. He lays some boots into El Mariachi’s head! Again and again and again and AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!!! Cade moves to the corner and waits for Mariachi to reach his feet. EMM slowly stumbles up to his feet!!! HOSTILE DOWN!!! THE LEAPING SUPERKICK!!! CADE MAKES THE COVER!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEE!!!
Jackson Cade picks up a big time win over El Mariachi Muerte!!!
WINNER: JACKSON CADE
LEGACY
Recorded Previously.
The aftermath of the war at the ACA’s headquarters is still fresh, a plethora of loose papers and related messes tainting the once clean and tidy office space. And, amongst all the wreckage, we see Mr. Kleen feverishly sweeping up debris, depositing it in a trash can, and repeating. “They step foot in our office… Wild pack of filthy, disgusting animals dragging their paws through our office!”
He sighs, cleaning up a stack of papers before grabbing his mop and moving outside, finding himself looking at the dried blood left from Black Panther’s wounds dirtying their doorstep. He gets to cleaning again, the sound of someone clearing their throat getting his attention.
“So, you’re just gonna mop up that blood like it’s just another mess?” The Yellow Python is on the scene, a show of bravery… or perhaps foolishness as he approaches Mr. Kleen. “You can’t just clean something up and expect people to forget the mess was ever there.” His words are surprisingly cold as he speaks.
“Oh, I can clean up any mess. I thought my hands were clean of the Zookeeper, but he’s found a new moron to don a piss yellow suit for his amusement. Doesn’t matter how deep that stain goes, how messy the legacy, I’ll clean it up all the same.”
There’s a pause, Mr. Kleen mopping up silently, glancing up at the Python after a moment.
“I’d be smart for once and leave. Once I’m done with the mess you left me I’m coming to clean up something that should’ve been washed away a long time ago.” Mr. Kleen is deadly serious, and The Yellow Python stops himself from escalating, merely walking away.
“The only mess that needs to be cleaned up is you. Because as far as I see it, the only stain on this legacy is you.” With those words, The Yellow Python slithers out of the scene.
Cut.
LAST WORDS
Tombstone, fresh off his match earlier, marches through the backstage area, his eyes ablaze with vengeance.
“NARCISSA?!?” He roars out, obviously searching for the leader of the Uprising.
“Ah, the mighty Tombstone graces us with his shadow,” a voice echoes.
Dr. Death.
“Your games do not interest me,” Tombstone rumbles, his voice a low growl. “I seek the Uprising, not your theatrics.”
The scar across his neck seem to shimmer in his rage.
“Games?” A mirthless chuckle escapes Dr. Death’s lips. “This is but the dance of fate, my brutish friend. You seek retribution; I seek enlightenment. Our paths were destined to cross.”
“Enlightenment comes at the cost of others’ suffering,” Tombstone retorts. “You mask your bloodlust with words of wisdom, but I see you for what you are.”
Those words seem to affect the Luchadoc.
“Tell me,” Luchadoc begins, “what did Frightengale whisper as you ferried her down the river?”
“Her words, if she had any, are hers alone.” Tombstone replies. “I ferry—no more, no less.”
“You’re no different than me.” Dr. Death says, getting angrier. “You fight for yourself, for identity. We are both consumed by our desires.”
“Maybe,” Tombstone concedes, his gaze unwavering. “But some hungers lead to damnation.”
The former World Champ circles an annoyed Tombstone, looking for a chink in his armor.
“Have you ever had to ferry someone you cared about, Tombstone?” He asks with a forked tongue.
Tombstone’s eyes flicker with a glint of vulnerability before hardening into flint.
WHAM!
With a guttural roar, Tombstone lunges forward. His fists, like sledgehammers of the gods, crash down upon Dr. Death with punishing force.
“Redemption, then? Penance?” Dr. Death spits, between blows.
Tombstone stops, staring down at the beaten Luchadoc.
“Redemption is a luxury I cannot afford.”
The Ferryman walks away, leaving Dr. Death to lick his wounds on the cold ground.
“Luckily, I can.”
Cut.
With an eye for conquest and war, Grimskull and Drewitt team up to take on the aCa of Mr. Kleen and Tucker Goode!
We start things off with Grimskull and Kleen, the latter hitting the ropes to build momentum before he catches Conquest off guard with a cross body on the rebound! Grimskull is back up to his feet, however, just as Kleen goes for the ropes again…and right into a nasty clothesline!
Grimskull lays in a few stomps before bringing Kleen back to his feet, only to send the Germaphobe into the corner. Tag made to Drewitt, but Valerie hops onto the apron to intervene! The big man stares her down, but the distraction is enough for Kleen to tag in Goode!
And what a hoss fight it is! Drewitt and Tucker trade lefts and rights, until Goode gets the upper hand with a few well-placed haymakers sending War to the ropes…and right into a massive spinebuster on the rebound! MISSIONARY IN MOTION! Goode with the cover! ONE! TW–NO! DREWITT KICKS OUT!
Chaos ensues as Valerie directs Kleen to go after the fallen Drewitt, but he gets cut off by Grimskull instead! LESSON! Kleen is sent out of the ring with that superkick as Drewitt gets to his feet, rattling Goode for a massive chokeslam! ARDUOUS JOURNEY! Drewitt covers! ONE! TWO! THREE!
The new allies pick up the victory as Grimskull and Drewitt leave the aCa just about crumbled!
WINNER: APOKALYPSIS
PRAISE BE
It’s been a tough couple of weeks for Colt Ramsey. Not even taking into account the match he’s had tonight he looks different. A little rougher around the edges, and a little darker under the eyes.
Truth be told he doesn’t really know what to do with himself, newly unemployed, and struggling to earn the credits he so desperately needs to survive in Arcadia.
But as he slopes around the backstage area, not really doing anything in particular, his shoe brushes against some trash on the ground. He bends to pick it up, ready to throw it away, but before he does something catches his eye.
“The Church of Zion wants YOU!” it reads, with a flattering picture of a white haired, smiling man, reaching out towards Colt himself as the centrepiece.
And suddenly something in him changes. There is a sparkle back in that eye of his.
“Well, praise be,” he murmurs to himself.
Turning over the discarded leaflet, he makes note of where the church lies within the levels of Arcadia, and slips the leadlet in his inside jacket pocket.
“I reckon I’ll pay the Church of Zion a visit, see if they can’t help a man get back on his feet…” Ramsey continues, to nobody in particular.
And away he walks, that sparkle looking like it’s going to stay for a little while longer.
Cut.
A Vision by Lamplight is how we start the Omega League portion of the Sparta Cup. As the current Double Feature Champion Albert Lamplight takes on Vision. Both men emerging with a very large amount of momentum looking to carry it through the Sparta Cup tourney but only one can do that.
The bell rings and the Omega League portion of the Sparta Cup is underway as Lamplight attempts a Clothesline, but the Third Eye feels it coming and ducks it. Following up in one fluid motion with an IRON STRIKE – Spinning Elbow to Lamplight’s skull as he crumbles to the canvas.
Vision goes for an early cover, ONE… TWO… KICK-OUT by The Illuminator who uses the moment to orientate and Lock in the Cross Face Chickenwing – THE WHOLESALE STRETCH! The Awoken One kicks and pushes himself toward the ropes enabling Vision to put the toe of his boot on the ropes.
The referee breaks the hold calling them to their feet, but Vision lashes out with a series of strikes – BLIND FURY! Staggers Albert before Vision goes for a spinning backfist, ducked by Lamplight who follows up with a Shotgun Drop Kick – SALE OF A LIFETIME! Bounces Vincent off the ropes.
Who staggers into the waiting clutches of an Inside Cradle from The Illuminator… ONE… TWO… SHIFTED BY THE THIRD EYE LAMPLIGHT’S SHOULDERS DOWN… ONE… TWO… KICK-OUT! Both men manage to get back to their feet. *WA-BAM!* Double Knee Facebuster caught and countered moving from a Suplex Position to the Widow’s Peak – ILLUMINATION THEORY! Into the Cover… ONE… TWO… THREE!
Lamplight wins his first match in the Sparta Cup, it’s too early to tell but can the Double Feature Champion carry his Championship out of the Omega League, and to the Sparta Cup!
WINNER: ALBERT LAMPLIGHT [Ω]
POINTS: 3
MI CAZA, TU CASA I
The Cabin.
Some time after his match against Lionel Troy, Luther Grim makes his return to his abode…and he is in a sour mood.
Grim claimed his prize at Red Snow, overcoming Jinx for the NXT Level Championship…but the belt does not sit upon his shoulder, nor does it rest upon his mantle.
Someone has stolen his trophy, and the Beast of Prey is determined to find it…but where to start? Such a question would infuriate anyone else, perhaps…but not Luther Grim.
Instead, the thought of tracking down whoever’s responsible and take back his prize excites the Hunter as approaches the cabin…but the excitement is cut short as he notices someone behind him.
“What do you want?” Grim snaps, turning around to face El Mariachi Muerte…who raises a hand as if to defuse the situation.
“Mi amigo,” Muerte responds. “I am on something of a search myself, and thought someone with your pericia–your expertise–would be a great deal of help down the line.”
Luther scoffs at this.
“I don’t need a hunting buddy.”
“Perhaps not,” replies Muerte with a smirk. “But wouldn’t you like at least a nudge in the right direction of where to look?”
The look on Luther’s face changes to one of curiosity as he responds with an inquiry.
“And what do you know of my trophy?”
“Who would benefit most from possession of OSW property, something that ultimately belongs to Zeus?” replies the Singing Death, a question that the Beast of Prey ponders on before replying.
“The Uprising.”
Muerte simply nods with another smirk, prompting one more question from Grim.
“And what do you want from me in return?”
“In due time, your help…but for now? My eyes are on the very title you’re seeking to reclaim…mi caza, tu casa.“
Luther grins, his interest piqued by the offer of a whole different challenge.
Cut.
The Blue Shark and Jasper Redgrave are vying for early points in this opening Alpha League bout!
Immediately both men lock up in the center ring, and the Blue Shark takes quick command with a side headlock. He wrenches on Jasper’s neck, but Jasper backs up, bounces off the ropes and shoves Shark away! Shark bounces off the ropes! LEAPFROG by Jasper. BUT SHARK CATCHES HIM!!! SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!! ONE… TW– EARLY KICK OUT BY REDGRAVE!!!
Redgrave scrambles to his feet! But Blue Shark is already active! SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE!!! REDGRAVE COUNTERS INTO A DDT!!! He makes the cover!!! ONE… KICKOUT!!! Both men feeling the weight of this Sparta Cup contest here as they once again reach their feet. Jasper whips Blue Shark into the ropes! Blue Shark hops on the middle rope! The top rope! Jasper charges!!!
…AND BLUE SHARK MOONSAULTS OVER HIM, LANDING ON HIS FEET — BOOT TO THE FUCKING FACE FROM REDGRAVE!!! That lays the Shark out! Jasper has a blood eating grin on his face as he beckons the Blue Shark to get to his feet. And slowly but surely, the Shark does so!!! SUPER KICK!!! BLUE SHARK BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES!!! HIGH VELOCITY SPINNING BACK ELBOW!!! COLLAGE OF VIOLENCE!!! JASPER MAKES THE COVER!!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEE — NO!!! BLUE SHARK KICKS OUT!!! But Redgrave, a shark of a different color, can smell blood. He brings Blue Shark to his feet!!! ROARING ELBOW FROM SHARK!!! THAT DROPS REDGRAVE!!! Shark jumps to the outside ring apron. He waits until Redgrave stumbles to his feet!!! SPRINGBOARD FOREARM!!! OCEAN OVERDRIVE!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! REDGRAVE CATCHES HIM WITH A BOOT! HE PUTS SHARK IN POSITION!!! PEDIGREE!!! SYMPHONY OF SYMMETRY!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEE!!!
Jasper Redgrave picks up valuable points over the Blue Shark in this Alpha League matchup!
WINNER: JASPER REDGRAVE [α]
POINTS: 3
PEACEFUL
We find ourselves at the home of the Third Eye, a group of members gathered around as V1sion stands at the altar. He has his head down for a moment, letting the followers settle before finally taking a breath to break the silence.
“At Red Snow, for perhaps the first time in my life, I had my third eye truly forced open.” The crowd murmurs, a few even gasping at the notion. “Do not misunderstand my words. I had had the sight for quite some time. However, that is only physical. But now? Now I see spiritually the way forwards.”
He lifts his head up, speaking softly. “My life almost came to a violent, abrupt end. I believe, after my thought, that the way forward for our kind is not rife with violence, but blanketed in peace. We mustn’t force our insight on others, but gift it to those who wish to open themselves to the sight.”
The crowd once again murmurs, though they seem to be in agreement, willing to listen to V1sion’s thoughts.
BZZZZZZZZ!
Without warning a slew of locusts enter the room! The sounds of hundreds of fluttering wings are disorienting as Gemini walks into the room. The pestilent one chuckles, walking past terrified followers to V1sion himself. “Oh, we’re trying for peace are we? That’s almost cute.”
V1sion snarls, leaning towards Gemini. “We are not ones to give up easily.”
“Well, we’ll just have to see how long your attempt at ‘peace’ lasts, won’t we?” She chuckles once again, turning to take her leave. “Oh, and enjoy my parting gift.”
THE LOCUSTS SWARM THE ROOM!
Third Eye followers scream in pain as the bugs attack. V1sion is quick to swat away at the swarm, grabbing a nearby torch and using it to scare the bugs away.
Gemini, meanwhile, takes her leave, watching as just a taste of her Pestilence can cause so much pain.
Cut.
HE'LL BE BACK
The Odyssey Pool.
The resolute face of The Burned Man greets us.
But Doom’s gauntlet is around his throat!
“See you on the other side, Max.” Destructo Boy sneers.
The Pool bubbles, each tendril reaching up to touch the brim. The Scientist releases The Burned Man, stepping back and nodding to the boy.
“James, you do the honors.”
Destructo Boy steps forward, ready to toss his father into the abyss.
“NOOOOOOOO!”
Felix Foley runs up, getting between Faith and Maxwell.
“You can’t do this, besties! This man, this father, doesn’t deserve such a fate!”
Doom patiently turns to face his best friend.
“Foley, you dare defy my orders?” he says, almost musingly.
“I dare, bestie,” retorts Foley, unwavering. “Because it’s just not nice! Fathers are the real superheroes in Arcadia. Just the best thing ever! I could never… you can’t do that to a father.”
Doom seems annoyed, but there’s a touch of intrigue in the heavy sigh that follows.
“Fine. Release him,” he commands, and The Burned Man is unshackled, his relief palpable but his spirit unbroken.
“I’ll be back for you, son,” The Burned Man whispers to Destructo Boy, his voice a mix of promise and pain. “I will save you.”
As he leaves, Doom turns to Foley.
“You’ve ruined our plans, friend. I hope you’re happy.”
Foley, with a little smile, looks straight at Doom.
“I’m just beginning! Rijen is a father who wants to ‘save’ his son. He’ll be back. Let’s look at someone who’s not a father – Tombstone! I was in the ring with his earlier, and imagine, bestie, how amazing it would be if we could catch him!”
Doom pauses, contemplating. Behind his mask, a slow, malicious smile spreads across his face.
“That is a challenge worthy of my attention.”
He looks at Felix Foley and Destructo Boy one last time before turning away.
“I’ll make the preparations.”
Cut.
The Alpha League continues here tonight as Sebastian Boswick faces off against the Yellow Python in the opening round. Will the Serpent avenge Red Snow and gain one up on the ACA or will the Chairman continue his impressive run and gain the early advantage in the Tournament?
The bell sounds as the Python rushes forward, leaping up before throwing Boswick to the mat with a headscissors. Sebastian staggers to his feet into a high dropkick to the jaw that staggers him back before the Python springboards off the ropes and armdrags him stumbling into the corner.
Boswick shakes off the cobwebs but doesn’t get a moment to breath before the Python flies in, mounting the ropes as he pummels Boswick with heavy lefts and rights before trying to hurricanrana him out of the corner but Boswick catches him, stepping forward BEFORE NEARLY PLANTING HIM THROUGH THE MAT WITH A MASSIVE POWERBOMB! Boswick stays down for the cover as the referee slides in.
ONE…TWO…NO! Python just manages to roll the shoulder up. Boswick pulls Python up, punishing him with heavy knees to the gut but Python slips out of his grip, stunning Boswick with an enziguri to the back of the head. The Serpent rushes to the ropes, ducking underneath a Big Boot attempt before leaping up onto Boswick’s back, CRUSHING COILS!
The Serpent drops the chairman on the back of his head with that poison-frankensteiner but he doesn’t slow down, leaping up to the top rope as he looks to do what the Kingdom couldn’t do at Red Snow and deliver Boswick a crushing first defeat in the Alpha League but as he goes to leap off for the Serpents Strike, Ms Perrywinkle is there AND PUSHES THE PYTHON OFF THE TOP ROPE! The Python crashes hard, staggering up slowly right into SILENCE THE SINS! Boswick turning the Python instead out with that brutal Lariat from the Underworld itself as this has to be it, Boswick hooking the leg for the one…two…three!!!
The Chairman has done it, using the resources of the ACA once more to gain this victory and three points in the Alpha League.
WINNER: SEBASTIAN BOSWICK [α]
POINTS: 3
SECURITY PROTOCOLS
Sometime after the show.
It’s late.
Narcissa Balenciaga and Lucky Landucci stalk through the woods towards a very familiar building; Illumination Antiques. They approach with caution, Lucky holding a large white baseball bat.
“Careful,” Narcissa warns. “There’s a security system.”
Landucci chuckles, approaching the door and pulling a lock pick from his pocket. He starts picking the lock, pushing the door open.
“He needs better security,” Lucky says with a wry grin.
They both casually walk into the shop, spotting the Double Feature Championship in a locked and secure glass cabinet. Narcissa walks over to it, running her hand across the case.
She looks towards Landucci, nodding before stepping backwards. He approaches with his bat, slamming it as hard as he can into the glass case.
Only it isn’t glass.
And it doesn’t break.
With Narcissa’s nod, he tries again. Again. Again. But the cabinet holding the title won’t break.
Suddenly, spotlights appear inside the store.
Camera’s illuminate.
We now watch Narcissa and Lucky through one.
“What the fuck is this?” Lucky bemoans, looking at his baseball bat and then back at the cabinet, which doesn’t have but a scratch on it.
“His security measures, I suppose,” Balenciaga says with a grimace. She steps backwards and looks up at the one of the cameras, snarling at it. “Are you watching Albert?”
Her attitude becomes flippant. She begins swirling the bottom of her dress, laughing.
“Oh Albie, I bet you’re so proud that your security system works. How’s it going to protect you at Anarchy Rulez, though?” She asks with a shrug. “Because I’m the number one contender to the Double Feature Championship and I may not be able to hold it now, but I will.”
She gives a nod to Landucci who follows her towards the door. They close it behind them, heading back into the woods.
We can hear her voice though, loud and clear.
“See you then, Albie.”
We come back, having watched everything not only through the eyes of the camera, but of Albert Lamplight.
The Double Feature Champion left frowning.
Cut.
The first NxT Level concludes with a match of the highest stakes. An Omega League matchup between two of the very best in OSW as a former multi time OSW world champion goes head to head with the leader of the Uprising herself. Will Death gain those precious beginning three points or can Narcissa make a true statement and shoot to the top of the leaderboards immediately?
The bell sounds as Narcissa rushes forward, taking Death by surprise with a running headscissors. Death stumbles to his feet into a flurry of kicks before an enziguri to the back of the head rocks Death, Narcissa rolling backwards as she’s looking to give the Doctor some fashion tips but as Narcissa leaps up, Death manages to catch Narcy Doll’s foot, lifting her up high as he rushes forward
RUNNING POWER…NO!
Narcissa flips forward, headscissoring Death over the top rope to the floor below.
Death lands on his feet, nodding in slight frustration as he almost doesn’t notice Narcissa rushing towards him
SUICIDE DIVE…HITS CONCRETE AS DEATH JUST NOPES OUT OF THE WAY! Balenciaga crashing down hard skull first into the unforgiving floor as Death looms down on her with utter glee in his eyes as he lifts up her prone body into a bearhug, running forward
AND SLAMMING HER SKULL FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE POST!
Death rams Hera again into the post before lifting her up into the air almost effortlessly,
SPINAL CONTUSION ON THE FLOOR! SPIKE BRAINBUSTER INTO THE CONCRETE AND THE BLOOD IS FLOWING HERE AS NARCISSA IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN!
Death chuckles, the leader of the Uprising broken and battered at his feet as he effortlessly lifts her up, throwing her back into the ring before getting onto the apron, savouring his kill as he patiently waits for Narcissa to stumble to her feet. Balenciaga does, wavering on her feet as she struggles to keep upright but she’s not on her feet for long as Death springboards forward
DEFIBRILATION! Brutal springboard heartpunch nearly caves in Hera’s chest from the sheer force but Death isn’t done as he pulls Narcissa up to her feet, leaping up and spiking her back down in a bloody splat on the mat with a sickening Painkiller Poison-Canarana style. That very well could be it as Death drops down for the lateral press, the referee sliding in for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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NARCISSA GETS THE SHOULDER UP! Hera desperately wants to start the Omega League with a victory here as she’s refusing to go down.
Death nods his head, cracking his neck before pulling the bloodied Narcissa up to her feet, He rocks her with a headbutt before nearly taking her damn head off with a brutal standing Lariat but he doesn’t cover, instead going out onto the apron as he may well be looking to inject a lethal dose of poison into the Uprising leader here.
Balenciaga slowly staggers up as Death springboards off, LETHAL….
HIGH FASHION! Hera kicks Death right out of the air with a beautifully timed spinning heel kick to the dome!
Death staggers up to his feet groggy into a flurry of lefts and rights from the Designer who backs him up into the ropes, trying to throw him across the ring but Death reverses it, sending Narcissa flying across the ring instead. Balenciaga ducks underneath a Lariat attempt before springboarding off the ropes
CODE FASHION! THE LATEST TREND SUNSET POWERBOMB STYLE as Death gets trapped in a pinfall attempt out of nowhere, the referee sliding into position
ONE
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TWO
……………..DEATH MANAGES TO KICK OUT!
Both competitors roll to their feet, Narcissa unleashing a flurry of kicks to Death that he struggles to counter before a brutal superkick FAST FASHION style rocks the Luchadoc. Death staggers into the ropes, bouncing off as he tries for another sudden Lariat but Narcissa leaps upwards, delivering a hurricanrana that sends Death flying forward headfirst into the bottom turnbuckle.
Narcissa rushes forward, running up Death’s back before gripping the middle rope as she flips back BEFORE SLINGSHOTTING FORWARD WITH A BRUTAL BASEMENT DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF DEATH’S HEAD! GODWALK STYLE!
Narcissa throws Death out of the corner, the doctor dazed and confused on his knees as Hera frames her victim in her hands before rushing forward
BLUE STEEL! METEORA TO THE BACK OF THE FUCKING HEAD! That has to be it as Hera hooks both legs for the victory
ONE
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TWO
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THR…..NO! Death just manages to get the shoulder up, the Luchadoc refusing to start off Omega League with a loss here.
Hera rolls to her feet, Doctor Death stumbling up right into another stiff High Fashion that sends him crashing to the mat before Narcissa climbs up to the top rope, looking to make a divine version of the doctor’s finishing maneuver,
CARDIAC TREND….NO! Death knows that 630 better then anyone as he manages to get his knees up just in time, Narcissa crashing down hard as she may have fractured her spine from the sheer impact. Narcy-Doll stumbles to her feet into another sharp headbutt before he spins her around and makes sure Narcissa keeps Her Appointment with the Destino out of nowhere.
Death doesn’t cover though, he knows he has to kill this god with fire to gain this victory tonight as he pulls her up to her feet, throwing her between his legs as he may well be looking to inflict a deadly curse upon Hera but Hera manages to backdrop her way out of the deadly Arcadian Destroyer. Death stumbles to his feet into a brutal Superkick that drops him down to one knee as Hera rushes forward with a killer move of her own.
RED BOT…NO! Death just moves out of the way of the Curb Stomp, stumbling up into another superkick but he doesn’t go down, staggering into the ropes as by instinct alone, he springboards off
LETHAL
FUCKING
INJECTION!
That brutal cutter hits hard but Death collapses as well, both competitors completely spent here as they slowly struggle to stand. Narcissa wiping away the drying blood from her eyes as Death tries to rush her but she manages to duck underneath the Lariat, nailing Death with not one, not two, but three consecutive superkicks before another High Fashion sends Death crashing to the mat.
Narcissa climbs onto the apron, breathing heavily as she looks to unleash the last big move she has, the good Doctor slowly staggering to his feet as Hera leaps off the ropes
HAUTE COUTURE! Frankensteiner hits flush as Death is rolled through, Narcissa holding on for the pinfall as the referee counts,
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
Narcissa gets the huge victory in this hellacious war here. Death fought valiantly but it’s the leader of the uprising that ends her first Omega League match in victory and gains those precious three points.
WINNER: NARCISSA BALENCIAGA [Ω]
POINTS: 3
WARPATH
Arcadia Police Department.
“GOOOOORDDDDDDOOONNNNNNNNNN!!!”
The roaring sound of Jackson Cade is easily identifiable. What comes as a surprise is when the man himself stumbles through the door of the Arcadia Police Department, drunk.
Slamming against any surface that moves, Cade demands to speak to his boss as he makes his way inside the APD.
Angrily tossing aside chairs and desks, he’s enraged.
Who could blame him?
Mick Gordon quickly rushes out of his office to see what the commotion is about.
“Kid,” he pleads. “You need to calm down.”
“Calm down?” He slurs. “You fuckin’ lied to me, you cunt! You told me Redgrave was fuckin’ dead!”
The Sheriff puffs out his cheeks.
“I was doing what I needed to do to keep you safe. You couldn’t do what needed to be done, remember? I don’t suffer the same affliction.”
Cade scoffs.
“A fuckin’ conscience, you mean?” He says with a burp. “You’re a fuckin’ liar and now that bastard has his hooks in my brother.”
The Cop lunges for his boss, only be almost plucked out of the air by a figure that moves like lightning.
It’s Harold Attano.
Mr. Nobody was there, waiting, like a fucking tiger.
He drags Cade to the ground, slapping him in a chokehold. The Eagle tries to break out but he’s too drunk.
“Why?” He growls at his former friend. “They lied to you too.”
“You need to bide your time, kid,” Harold whispers in his ear. “Zeus doesn’t want Redgrave touched; not until things are made right. You need to bide your time.”
“Fuck…. you…”
The last words are whispered back by Jackson who passes out in the arms of Attano. Harold releases him slowly to the floor and stands up, dusting himself off as The Sheriff approaches.
“Thanks for coming so quickly,” Gordon says with a handshake that Harold accepts. “We heard he was on his way.”
“Zeus told me to come,” Attano admits. “He said that soon, you’ll be making things right with the man who killed my daughter. Do you know how fucking stupid that sounds?”
“I do,” Gordon says with a nod.
“But once you have, all bets are off.”
Cut