YOUR PLACE
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Inside the Doom Factory, Doom stands in the middle of an empty space, surrounded by Felix Foley, Blaze, Harold Attano and The Yellow Python. Almost all the Invasion match participants are present, except you know who.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Welcome to NXT Level folks! We’re in the Doom Factory, where it looks like a meeting of the minds is about to take place.
NICK DIAMOND: And Yellow Python. Don’t forget about that little squirt.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: I didn’t.
“Last week, we made a statement that the OSW roster will not tolerate nor accept Uprising abuse,” Doom says sternly. “And now all of us are in contention for the team at Ring of Dreams.”
“In fact, I’m gonna do you a favour good buddy,” Foley says to Doom with a big old smile. “Next week, I’m gonna hunt down your experiment and give him what for!”
That clearly perplexes The Scientist, who stammers slightly before falling silent.
NICK DIAMOND: Foley vs. Victor Doom? That’s…
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Stupid. That’s stupid, is what that is. He’ll get killed.
“What did you call us here for, Doom?” Harold says sternly, having had enough of the nonsense.
“I appreciate you guys helping me out last week but—”
The Yellow Python is hastily interrupted.
“It isn’t about you, son,” Blaze puts him right.
“Says who?” Harold comes back angrily.
The Python doesn’t know what to do.
“Enough!” Doom says taking control. “Tonight, you have the perfect opportunity to return the favour for our alliance. Jackson Cade? Take him out and ensure myself and Felix become OSW Tag Team Champions.”
Harold looks stunned by that suggestion, his mouth somewhat agape. He pulls himself together quickly.
“We’re the majority here,” Blaze reminds him. “The balance is in our favour. If you want our protection against The Uprising at Invasion, then you need to understand your place.”
That annoys the Python.
“You dudes can’t seriously be asking him to throw his tag title opportunity against those ACA scumbags?” He says aggressively. “The Uprising situation is so much more important.”
Doom steps forward, his arms folded.
“We’re not asking,” he gruffly states.
Harold scoffs, shakes his head and turns to leave, The Yellow Python following him in hot pursuit.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Doom wants Attano to help him win the tag titles? He’d have to turn on Cade.
NICK DIAMOND: Again…
JOHNNY GOMEZ: What’s he going to do?
NICK DIAMOND: We’ll find out later, folks. I’m sure
THE SCALES
The Slums are alive and well with the people of Arcadia. Many of whom are simply going about their day only to wander right into the center of the level where a plethora of worshippers of Zion are handing out pamphlets and chanting to all who will hear them. “PRAISE BE TO ZION! PRAISE BE TO ZION!”
JOHNNY GOMEZ: I can’t stand the Children of Zion, Nicky. They’re trying to take credits from the poorest level in Arcadia!
NICK DIAMOND: Could be worse, they could be in the Bleak. Also, I think seven credits is a damn good deal!
A collections plate is stood in the center of the followers, the many congregates beckoning the people of the Slums forth and convincing them to donate. “Lord Zion bless you! All he needs is a few credits and he can give you the salvation you seek!” The would be missionaries speak kindly yet forcefully, even pulling some onlookers towards the collection plate.
WHACK!
THWACK!
CRACK!
DESTRUCTO BOY IS HERE AND HE’S LAYING WASTE TO THE CHILDREN OF ZION WITH THE KINGDOMBLADE!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: By Zeus, I wanted this to stop but not like this!
NICK DIAMOND: Be careful what you wish for, Johnny!
Destructo Boy’s rampage is quick and violent, the many congregates either fleeing for their safety or left in broken heaps beneath the bludgeoning of the Kingdomblade. Truly, this is a justice most brutal. Black Heart cracks one last follower across the skull, grabbing the collections plate and tossing it towards the crowd, credits flying from as the onlookers scramble to pick them up. “Let it be known. No evil can hide from me, and that includes false saviors like Lionel and his men. You run back to your reverend and let him know, I’m tipping the scales back towards justice.”
One of the followers tries to crawl away, only to Destructo Boy to punt him in the skull! The crowd looks on in horror, Destructo Boy leaving nothing but brutality in his wake as he walks away from the scene, a wicked smile on his face.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: That was horrifying, Nicky. I think Lionel and Colt have a bit more than a pocket sized problem.
NICK DIAMOND: You said it. It’s going to take a lot more than seven credits to fix what he does to them, Johnny.
Cut.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Once again points are on the line here tonight! And Jasper looks like he’ll do anything to defeat the Falcon here tonight.
Redgrave stalks the ring as Red Falcon backs defensively towards his corner! He springboards with a massive crossbody that flattens Redgrave! Jasper is quick to his feet as the Falcon hits the ropes!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: REDGRAVE DUCKS A LARIAT!
NICK DIAMOND: SUPERKICK! BACK ELBOW! THE COLLAGE OF VIOLENCE!
Winged Justice stays standing as he bounces off the ropes again and Redgrave pulls him into an exploder suplex that plants him in the dirt! Jasper rolls on top and lays into him with a horrific rights and lefts that pulverize the poor Falcon!
NICK DIAMOND: Jasper is turning this hero into a portrait!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: CLAWHOLD TO THE FACE! HE’s FORCING JASPER OFF OF HIMSELF! TALONS OF JUSTICE!
Falcon fires off hard lefts to the gut of Redgrave! He forces the artist up and puts him right back down with a brutal STO! He puts a few boots to Jasper for good measure before rushing to the turnbuckle and leaping off with a massive moonsault! Falcon covers!
ONE!
…
…
TWO- KICKOUT!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Unbelievable! Just what’s going to put this man down?
NICK DIAMOND: Well definitely not a moonsault, Johnny.
The Falcon tries to peel Jasper up but catches a headbutt for his troubles! Jasper whips him to the ropes!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: FALCON PUNCH!
NICK DIAMOND: JASPER DUCKS! HE WHIPS HIM AROUND! SYMPHONY OF SYMMETRY! PEDIGREE!
Jasper covers!
ONE!
…
…
TWO!
…
…
THREE!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Try as Falcon might, Jasper will not be denied another leagued victory!
WINNER: JASPER REDGRAVE
POINTS: 3
TOP GUY
Jasper Redgrave strides through the backstage curtain, the echo of the crowd fading behind him. He’s got a smile on his face, one that quickly fades as he sees who stands before him.
El Mariachi Muerte.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: El Mariachi attacked Redgrave last week during our main event, Nicky. Payback for the Uprising’s attack at Anarchy Rulez.
The stark contrast between them is palpable; where Jasper exudes bravado, El Mariachi embodies an ominous calm.
“Redgrave,” Mariachi’s voice is soft, yet it cuts through the din. “I trust you got my message last week, enemigo. Apokalypsis has responded to your Uprising’s attack.”
Jasper raises an eyebrow, unmoved. “So, they sent the big guns for me, huh? Why me?”
El Mariachi Muerte nods. “You’re the Uprising’s top guy.”
“Bring it on, then,” he says. “I’ve dealt with worse. You haven’t been to Deathrow.”
The air between them crackles with tension.
“No, but I have,” a voice calls from behind Redgrave, raising the hairs on the back of the Artist’s neck.
Grimskull.
Muerte smiles as Conquest has his back now.
“Just as you, I do not walk alone,” the Mariachi says with a grim grin. “I have a sanctified mission to pay you a lesson for crossing Apokalypsis.”
“Then maybe,” Grimskull chimes in, “we’ll just take your hand with us to use on the Door.”
Muerte gives Conquest a look to silence him, but the corners of Redgrave’s mouth have already begun to turn.
“If you’re going to take me out,” the Artist interjects, “please just go ahead and get it over with. Otherwise, let’s settle this at Invasion. One on one. You can finish your little mission there, or I can show you just how empty your life truly is.”
Muerte nods. “That is why I have come. I will see you at Invasion, enemigo.”
As Muerte and Grimskull take their leave, Redgrave looks on.
Thinking.
Plotting.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Did you see Redgrave’s face when they mentioned the Door?
NICK DIAMOND: I think he’s up to something.
NICK DIAMOND: For the second week in a row, Apokalypsis versus The Pool Guys in singles competition with Gemini taking on the darker, more aggressive, Destructo Boy.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: It’s The Pool Boys, Nick and the assigned official for tonight is Cole Holt.
Cole calls for the bell and steps out of the way as both James and Gemini rush each other.
Head Scissors by Destructo Boy…
Cartwheeled out of by Pestilence…
Who follows up with Codebreaker…
YIN!
Doesn’t land as Vengeance does a handstand flip landing on his feet!
Shocked, Gemini kips up!
*KA-RAK*
Shining Wizard to the back of the fucking skull!
SEE!
NO!
GODDAMN!
EVIL!
NICK DIAMOND: What a fast-paced start to this match!
Black Heart doesn’t let up either as he looks for an Asai-Moonsault!
COUNTERED!
CODE BREAKER!
YIN AND THIS TIME IT LANDS FULL FORCE!
INTO THE COVER!
HOLT COUNTS…
ONE!
TWO!
KICK-OUT WITH AUTHORITY!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: A heartbeat away from securing victory for The Queen of Shadows!
NICK GOMEZ: But there’s a lot more fight left in that Black Heart!
Both competitors are back on their feet, Gemini, Clothesline…
Into a spinning Uranage!
BLACKENED SOUL!
THE KID LEAPS TO THE TOP ROPE!
SHOOTING STAR KNEE DROP!
ONE
FINAL
BREATH!
LANDS FLUSH ACROSS THE FUCKING THROAT OF NERGAL!
DESTRUCTO BOY CRAWLS INTO THE COVER!
HOLT SLIDES INTO POSITION…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Well, one word can describe this match, sudden, as it ended just as fast as it started, and Vengeance earned a victory tonight!
WINNER: DESTRUCTO BOY
THE ELDERS III
Many Years Ago…
Cronos and Hyperion are shown storming down the hall, rushing quickly towards a room we’ve come to know.
The Pantheon.
Only it isn’t called that. Once inside, we see it looks different. It isn’t so polished, clean, and presentable. The table nor chairs are made of the finest quality.
Inside and awaiting Hyperion and Cronos are three others. The expressions on their face are fearful. They’re terrified.
“Things have gone dark,” the woman states matter of factly.
“Do not fear Calypso,” Cronos reasons. “We’ll try and establish answers. Let’s not be guided by terror.”
“Terror?” Atlas asks with a shrug. “How are you not afraid? It terrifies me that you’re not.”
Hyperion steps in, trying to calm things down.
“It’s his duty to lead us,” his friend says whilst folding his arms. He nods towards the seats, and everyone sits down.
Cronos smiles and nods at his friend.
“Thank you, Hyperion. Our first port of call is to review the information we have. Crius, retrieve Project OSW in the first instance from my personal storage.”
Crius, sat at the table with the others, nods.
“Do you think that has the answers?” Crius asks, hopeful. “Because I have to tell you Cronos, this isn’t good.”
There’s a silence for a moment.
“We must stay the course. I know you fear the worst, but Arcadia is our home, and we must protect it. We must keep it safe. Project OSW should’ve been enacted by now and we’ve held off, waiting for the right time. Perhaps that time is now?”
All four nod in agreement with Cronos.
Meanwhile, young Zeus can be seen listening through a crack in the door.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: The Sparta Cup might cause the Kingdom to implode tonight.
NICK DIAMOND: Right you are Johnny, as we have The Python taking on The Shark with enough Points to draw even within the Alpha Pool hanging in the balance.
Referee Sky calls for the bell and the match is underway, with a quick handshake between the two Kingdom members…
Straight into a hockey brawl between the two fists flying Wave Warden getting the advantage staggering The Serpent.
The Aquatic Avenger sets The Sanke up…
RAINMAKER!
RIPTIDE!
DUCKED!
POISIONRANNA!
THE CRUSHING COILS!
NICK DIAMOND: THE PYTHON SLITHERS OUT OF TROUBLE AND INTO THE ADVANTAGE!
Looking to keep the advantage, The Serpent springboards off the ropes…
Elbow Drop incoming!
HOLLOW FANGS!
BUT THE VENOM DOESN’T SINK IN AS THE MARINE MARVEL SWIMS OUT OF THE WAY!
STANDING PHEONIX SPLASH!
WHIRLPOOL! NO ROPES NEEDED, INTO THE PIN DEMI COUNTS…
ONE…
TWO…
KICK-OUT!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: This is intensity personified as these two friends engage in a seesaw battle.
Both men back to their feet Python, Clothesline, ducked, Dragon Suplex!
DEEP SEA DETROYER BY THE SHARK!
BRIDGING COVER!
ONE…
TWO…
SERPENT’S SHOULDER BARELY OFF THE CANVAS!
THREE!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: DEMI SKY RAISES THE HAND OF THE YELLOW PYTHON, THE BLUE SHARK’S SHOULDERS WERE DOWN TOO! THE PYTHON DRAWS EVEN WITH THE FIELD, NICK!
NICK DIAMOND: REFEREE SKY MAKING A CALL FAR BEYOND HER YEARS, JOHNNY! SHE SHOULD BE IN THE KINGDOME TOO, THE EAGLE EYE OF THE FORMER INTERVIEWER, MISSES NOTHING!
WINNER: THE YELLOW PYTHON
POINTS: 3
CADE FAMILY DINNER, PT II
Another Sunday Night Dinner.
Last week, both boys sat in a careful silence – brewing and stewing on their issues. CJ Thorpe and Jackson Cade sit at the dinner table, watching as their mother and father slowly begin removing the finished plates.
Once they’re out of sight, Jackson leans in.
“Alright, enough of the fucking charade,” he whispers, checking behind him to see if his parents are listening. “What the fuck are you doing, Joey?”
Thorpe chuckles.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: It was only a matter of time before this imploded, Nicky.
NICK DIAMOND: They’re brothers, Johnny. They need to remember that.
“You’ve had your feet under the table here, haven’t you brother? How long has it been since we last sat at a table like this?” He questions. “How long was I rotting in Deathrow for?”
Cade shakes his head.
“I hunted for you…” he says sternly, breathlessly. “I joined the APD so I could find you. You have no idea what I’ve been through…”
The Chainbreaker slams his hands down on the dining room table, shaking the glasses with a thunder. Their mom pops her head in to see what the noise was, but only finds the boys smiling and hastily leaves again.
“What you’ve been through!?” Thorpe says through gritted teeth. “I was in fucking Deathrow, you cunt. Every single day, Max Meadows wanted me dead. I had to fight to survive daily. What you’ve been through? What you’ve fucking been through!?”
Jackson abruptly stands up, forcibly and quickly removing his shirt. Beneath it lies the battle scars of a war with Jackson Cade. Up and down his back, on his chest and arms – war wounds that remind him daily of the battle he went through.
“Was it this?” He asks deeply. CJ looks shocked. He’s taken back immediately. “This is what your new best friend did to me, brother. When he wasn’t killing my mentor, he was torturing me.”
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Zeus almighty…
NICK DIAMOND: That poor man.
CJ stands up, taking off his jacket. He tosses it aside and reveals his bare chest, turning around to show the various scars from being in Deathrow.
“No, it was like this,” he barks back. “Stabbed, shanked, cut, sliced, my back nearly broken…”
As the two boys angrily compare wounds, mom and dad re-enter the room holding desert trays, stopping in shock.
The desert trays fall to the ground, shattering.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Sunday Night dinner may never be the same again.
NICK DIAMOND: It’s about time the Cade’s learned about their sons’ extracurricular activities, isn’t it? They’re going to have to explain this.
Cut.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Up next, Narcissa and Dr. Death face off in an Omega League rematch where the Luchadoc’s chance of staying in the Sparta Cup hinges on defeating the Uprising leader!
The bell rings as Narcissa gets the jump on Death with a flurry of offense!
She sends the Luchadoc toward the corner, where the Designer charges quick for a corner splash…to no avail!
Death narrowly avoids disaster, forcing Narcissa to crash into the turnbuckle instead…and he follows up with mudhole stomps!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: CHEST COMPRESSIONS! Death’s laying into the Uprising leader here!
Cole Holt gets to a count of four before stepping in to stop the Luchadoc…who gets driven face-first into the middle turnbuckle courtesy of a Narcissa drop toe hold!
She brings Death back to his feet, sending him to the ropes for a cross body on the rebound…but she’s intercepted with a dropkick to the midsection by the calculating Luchadoc instead!
NICK DIAMOND: Down goes Balenciaga!
Death is ready to end things, locking in a sleeper hold on the Designer for the Million Dollar Dream!
ANESTH–NO!
Balenciaga fights out of the hold in the nick of time, standing up before catching the Luchadoc with a jumping spin kick!
HIGH FASHION!
Death is rattled as Narcissa follows up with a handspring cutter on the rebound!
LETHAL INJECTION IS YOUR LATEST TREND!
Narcissa makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Despite his best efforts here tonight, Dr. Death falls once again to Narcissa and is forced out of contention in the Omega League!
WINNER: NARCISSA
POINTS: 3
WILL YOU DO IT?
We cut backstage to find Harold Attano watching the action from a monitor, seemingly keeping close tabs on Narcissa following the Uprising leader’s match against Dr. Death. His concentration is soon broken by the sound of someone clearing their throat.
“Watching closely?” the voice asks sternly, quickly drawing Nobody’s attention to its source…the Yellow Python. Attano simply responds with a nod, which the Serpent accepts. “I can’t help but think of the severity of the situation.”
Harold, nods knowingly, turning to look at Python.
“Me too, kid,” Attano replies. “I’ve been monitoring this whole thing for some time now, something Doom doesn’t seem to comprehend.”
The response causes Python to close in slightly, before seeking to shift course in subject matter.
“I get that, dude. I don’t want to put pressure on you but I wanted to ask how you’re going to handle the situation with Cade tonight?” the Serpent questions, pressing on with what was discussed earlier. “If we’re going to turn the tables on the Uprising, Doom demands you turn on Cade…will you do it?“
Attano takes just a moment before shaking his head.
“I don’t think I can,” replies Harold, turning his attention back to the monitor…only to see that Narcissa has left ringside by this point. “Not again, anyway.”
Python hms at this, slowly nodding his head at the response.
“This is bigger than just those tag titles, isn’t it?” Questions the Serpent with a sharper tone. “If you don’t tread lightly, The Pool Boys might see us as part of the problem, not the solution.”
With that, Python walks off leaving us with Attano watching him, seemingly divided in his focus.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: What a predicament Harold Attano finds himself in! Python is surely right, isn’t he?
NICK DIAMOND: Attano has a decision to make.
Cut.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: We have a cracker of an opening contest tonight folks, the newly indoctrinated Colt Ramsey looks to show the light of Zion against Death itself.
The bell sounds as Colt bounds out of the corner, pounding down upon the Horseman with heavy lefts and rights that stagger Muerte before he tries to whip him across the ring. Muerte ducks underneath a clothesline, springboarding off the ropes on the other side.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: THE LAST CARNIVALE! Muerte leaps clean over Colt to nearly break him in half with that brutal lung blower
NICK DIAMOND: That man was scary athletic before and becoming a Horseman has only made him more deadly. How can Colt combat Death itself?
Colt holds his back in pain as Muerte tries to pull him up to his feet but Colt falls back to his knees, before nailing Death with a sly uppercut to the balls.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: That’s how Nicky, a low blow is never pretty but it’s sure as hell effective.
Colt quickly takes advantage of a doubled over EMM, gripping him in a headlock before nearly driving him through the mat with a brutal B-Roll cutter. Colt doesn’t cover thou, knowing he needs more to put down the Horseman tonight as he slowly stalks behind a rising EMM
NICK DIAMOND: Colt looking to finish it here, FIT TO…NO! A lightning quick pele kick stuns Colt as Muerte rushes to the ropes
JOHNNY GOMEZ: MALICIOUS SONATA! The Springboard Stunner hits hard as Colt looks knocked completely out.
EMM casually drops down to the canvas back first onto the unconcious Colt as Mills drops down, counting the pin and the one…two…three!!!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: And Muerte picks up a big victory here over a very game Colt tonight Nick
NICK DIAMOND: Ramsey may have gained religion Johnny but even Zion can’t overcome Death
WINNER: EL MARIACHI MUERTE
WHERE THERE'S SMOKE
Darkness. Coupled with erratic flashing lights without pattern or source. Unsettling, the flashes offer mere glimpses of the grey of the Lower Levels of Arcadia before the dark consumes them again.
NICK DIAMOND: Where the heck is this? Somebody forget to pay the power?
JOHNNY GOMEZ: This is the kind of place that nightmares are made of, Nicky. I don’t like this.
Flashes of white light soon turn to a purplish haze. Luther Grim walks into the frame, illuminated by the purplish glow. He stops dead, looking about him as if his attention had been caught by a sudden sound, only there is nothing.
Nobody but him.
‘Hahahahaha’
The wheezy laugh of Nox echoes around the darkness, but he is not there.
“Show yourself, coward.”
But Grim is alone. The echoes of laughter fade as the purple haze flashes once more. The NXT Title illuminated just outside of Luther’s grasp. This time, he hears his own voice echoing back at him.
“I want that title back, it belongs to me. I earned it.”
‘Hahahahaha’
Luther’s face contorts into a look of terror. He holds his head, tearing at his temples and collapsing to one knee.
He tries to scramble forward but is stopped by the legs of a figure before him. He looks up, into the face of his father.
“Time for your medicine, Luther.” His father’s voice sounds, holding a device in his hands which he thrusts towards Grim’s face. “If you want to grow up to be a great hunter, you’ve got to have your vitamins.”
Smoke billows into his face again, drawing him to a flurry of coughs. Nox’s face takes the place of his father’s, exposed in a flash of light for a moment before he whispers at Grim.
“Nighty night, Luther.”
His laughter echoes again as Luther’s world turns black.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Nox has Luther Grim right where he wants him. He’s paranoid, yelling at the air.
NICK DIAMOND: I’m confused Johnny. What just happened? What’s real? What’s not?
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Exactly, Nicky. He’s right in Nox’s clutches.
Cut.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Fire surrounds the ring! The world champ looks absolutely furious as he stands across from Blaze who looks all too at home near the flames!
Blaze fires off with a barrage of strikes that pepper Tombstone! The Balancer fires off one more haymaker but Tombstone catches it!
NICK DIAMOND: A SOUL TO CARRY!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: TOMBSTONE BEARHUGS BLAZE AND WALKS TO THE FLAMES!
The champ ragdolls Blaze around as he moves closer to the inferno! Judgement swings away with powerful rights and lefts before nailing a headbutt! Tombstone drops him towards the corner and Blaze leaps from the second rope!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: PHOENIX DOWN! MASSIVE LEAPING LARIAT!
NICK DIAMOND: BUT TOMBSTONE ISN’T DOWN YET!
The Ferryman is still standing! Blaze grabs the champ and nails an explosive belly-to-belly suplex finally taking Tombstone off of his feet! The Burning Man grabs Tombstone and kicks him in the teeth before forcing him up and running to the ropes!
NICK DIAMOND: NO!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: TOMBSTONE PULLS BLAZE BACK AND NAILS HIM WITH A MASSIVE BIG BOOT!
The Courier furiously stomps away at Blaze! He deadlifts him just to Biel toss him across the ring! Blaze rolls wearily to his feet and ducks under a clothesline before leaping with a thunderous enziguri! Tombstone is stumbling on his feet and Blaze forces him back to the ropes!
NICK DIAMOND: FLAMETONGUE! MASSIVE SHOTGUN DROPKICK!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: NO! TOMBESTONE CATCHES IT! ODE TO CHARON! HE THROWS BLAZE OVER THE ROPES INTO THE INFERNO!
Blaze is set on fire!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Blaze rises from the flames, furiously staring back at Tombstone from ringside!
WINNER: TOMBSTONE
SHE WHO CONTROLS...
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Tombstone was a house of fire here tonight.
NICK DIAMOND: You can really tell the disappearance of Igor Mortis is weighing on him, Gomez.
Tombstone is preparing to leave the ringside area, when from nowhere and everywhere, a dense mist materializes, swirling with an eerie life of its own.
It coalesces into a figure—a swarm of insects dancing into Gemini’s form like a dark whisper. But she’s not alone. Beside her, bound and subdued, stands Igor Mortis.
Tombstone’s eyes burn with the fury of a thousand suns as Pestilence just grins at him.
“You see, Tombstone, your foes have always sought to match you in strength, to beat you at your own game. But I… I am no mere brute.” She steps closer, the insects around her pulsing with an ominous energy. “I aim to break you where it truly hurts—to shatter your mind.”
Her smile is a dagger’s edge, sharp and dangerous. “I’ve already forced Igor Mortis to give me what I desire—a shot at your World Championship. For she who controls the keeper of the Championship controls both the title and its bearer.”
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Igor Mortis gave Gemini a title shot!?
NICK DIAMOND: He can do that!?
JOHNNY GOMEZ: He has! Forced to, she said.
Tombstone’s heard enough. He growls as he lunges towards Gemini, intent on ending this charade here and now. But as his fists swing through the air, they meet nothing but a buzzing horde of insects.
He tries again, each attempt to reach her swallowed by the living mist. With every pass, his strikes become more desperate, more enraged, yet each one is futile, dissipating into the swarm with no effect.
Gemini’s laughter, cruel and mocking, fills Olympus as she watches Tombstone’s futile attempts. “You cannot touch me, Tombstone. You cannot fight what you cannot grasp. And as long as I hold Igor Mortis, I hold the keys to your world.”
Tombstone stands in the center of the ring, his fists clenched at his sides. The insects fade into nothingness. The mist fades.
He’s alone.
NICK DIAMOND: What’s going to happen when Tombstone actually gets his hands on Gemini?
JOHNNY GOMEZ: I don’t think she’s going to like it, Nicky.
LION'S DEN
NICK DIAMOND: The Church of Zion?
JOHNNY GOMEZ: And a whole horde of bloodied followers, Nicky.
Lionel Troy looks out at his congregation, slightly bewildered but quickly adjusting himself as he stands at his podium. He wipes his nose, looking back and forth at his wounded Children. “By Zion…” He trails off, playing up his grief, wiping a faux tear from his face, barely hiding what could only be a seething anger beneath it all. “By Zion we have a problem, don’t we? What destructive, devious, degenerate would dare raise a hand against these HOLIEST of men? Who would dare look at the eternal salvation I offer and simply… Strike them down?”
One member of the crowd goes to raise his hand only for Troy to shake his head, motioning for him to put his hand down. “It was rhetorical, my child. I know what happened, I bore witness to the heinous acts! Some misguided man, or rather a child, has drawn our holy blood and stepped foot into our wonderful paradise! He shed bled, wounded our wonderful congregates, and spat upon the face of Zion himself! And we simply can’t let that stand can we?”
The crowd erupts in agreement, cheering for Lionel. “PRAISE ZION! PRAIZE ZION!” A smile spreads on Troy’s face as he motions off to the side, calling for Colt Ramsey to walk onto the stage.
“This Destructive Boy has walked into the Lion’s Den, and in return we must show him what happens when you feed the Lions of Zion! Mr. Ramsey? Do you, with all of your devotion, will yourself to be a tool of Zion? To hunt down this interloper and bring vengeance for his misdeeds?”
There’s a pause, Colt then nodding his head. “I am devoted to Zion, and devoted to paradise! I’ll do everything I can to return us to salvation!”
“PRAISE ZION! PRAISE ZION!”
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Destructo Boy might be a heap of trouble himself, but if I were him I’d be terrified of the devotion of the Children of Zion.
NICK DIAMOND: What a man won’t do for eternal salvation, Johnny.
Cut.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: We have a huge main event here tonight Nicky, the tag team titles are being defended in a triple threat match against two incredible tag teams
NICK DIAMOND: Not only that Johnny but if the ACA retain, they leave here with the titles. You have to imagine Mr Sterling is pulling for either the Besties or Attano and Cade here.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: The ACA have managed to put down incredible talent before though Nick and are undefeated in tag team competition. They may well retire undefeated too here tonight.
Jackson Cade is in the ring, DOOM and Felix chatting amicably in the corner as Mills Stanton waits for either Sebastian Boswick or Tucker Goode to enter the ring to begin the contest. Chairman and subordinate look at one another for a moment.
Before they both drop off the apron with shit eating grins on their faces.
Cade yells down over the ropes, daring either man to get into the ring. His focus so on the ACA that he doesn’t notice DOOM sneak up behind him
NICK DIAMOND: SCHOOL BOY OUT OF NOWHERE!
Mills turns away from chastising the ACA to see the pin as he drops down, beginning to count
ONE
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TWO
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GOODE JUST BREAKS IT UP WITH AN ELBOW TO THE BACK OF DOOM’S HEAD!
Tucker delivers a hard kick to Cade’s ribs while he’s at it before rolling back out to heavy boos from the Olympus crowd
JOHNNY GOMEZ: For any loyal watchers unsure of the rules, this match is supposed to be conducted under a Triple Threat format but the ACA are clearly playing fast and loose with the rules here.
NICK DIAMOND: Hey no countouts or disqualifications in a triple threat title match Johnny, if you’re the champs you’ve gotta take the retention anyway you can.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: No champions advantage in triple threats either Nick, if Boswick and Goode aren’t careful they could lose the belts without even being involved in the decision.
Cade and DOOM slowly stagger up to their feet, DOOM trying for a right hand that Cade ducks under before nailing DOOM with a stiff knee to the jaw. Cade tries to whip DOOM into the ropes but the Scientist reverses, sending him into the ropes instead. Cade ducks underneath a lariat, moving at top speed
PESCADO OVER THE ROPES ONTO TUCKER GOODE!
Cade pounds down upon the stunned Ayatollah as Boswick tries to attack him from behind but gets nailed with a stiff headbutt by Attano. Nobody grips a stunned Boswick by the shirt collar, throwing him roughly into the ring as the ACA finally enter into this match.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: SPLITTER! SPLITTER! DOOM just annihilated Boswick with that brutal Spear and we may well have new tag team champions here tonight Nick.
DOOM doesn’t get to cover though, Cade is in as he wallops DOOM with a BREACH AND CLEAR! Slingblade nails DOOM into the mat as Cade rolls to his feet. Cade tries for a second but Doom catches him, slamming him down to the mat with a Uranage Slam.
DOOM doesn’t get to follow up though as Boswick is up, nailing Doom with heavy lefts and rights before trying to whip him into the corner. DOOM counters as Boswick hits the steel buckle hard.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Doom looking to squash the ACA Leader in the corner, but that damned Miss Perrywinkle gets in the way!
NICK DIAMOND: Valerie is the driving force behind most of the ACA’s victories Johnny, and a single moment of misdirection may cost DOOM here.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: REDACTION! Boswick just nearly took DOOM’s head off with a brutal clothesline from Tartarus and that may well be all the ACA needs to win here.
Boswick can’t cover though as Cade is up, pounding down on Sebastian before trying to lift him up for the Master Key. Boswick slips behind back, drilling Cade on the back of his head with a snap German Suplex as he rolls through, trying to lock in that Censored Crossface. Cade manages to slip out, nailing Boswick with a stiff headbutt
MASTER KEY! Brutal Brainbuster spikes Boswick into the mat but he can’t cover as DOOM sneaks up behind him, grabbing Cade by the back of the head and throwing him through the middle rope to the floor below.
Boswick slowly gets up to one knee as DOOM sneers, rushing forward
JOHNNY GOMEZ: SCRAMBLER! DOOM nails the running knee and that may well be it. The Scientist covering as Mills drops down for the cover
ONE
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NICK DIAMOND: SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP TO THE BACK OF DOOM’S HEAD BY MR KLEEN! THE ACA HAVE BEGUN THEIR NUMBERS GAME JOHNNY!
On the outside, Attano and Felix are pulled off the apron by PMS and Goode respectively.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: POWERBOMB TO ATTANO! SPINEBUSTER TO FOLEY! The ACA are cleaning house here Nick
Cade rolls back into the ring, nailing Kleen with a stiff Incendiary Round elbow but doesn’t see Miss Perrywinkle slide Boswick the tag team title belt before he turns around
SMACK! Boswick nearly breaks the championship belt over Cade’s skull, busting Perseus wide open. DOOM tries to attack Boswick but gets blindsided by an onrushing PMS
HEAVY FLOW! DOOM flies through the air from that brutal Gore, nearly crashing right through the turnbuckles from the sheer force
NICK DIAMOND: Oh this is bad Johnny, all four members of the ACA are focused in on Jackson Cade and there’s no one to save or distract from the mugging he’s about to get.
PMS lifts him up, THE RED TIDE! Cade gets spiked into the mat but he barely hits it before Kleen nails him with a flipping splash. Cade gets hoisted up again, Goode lifting Perseus high up into the air
JOHNNY GOMEZ: JUST SAY NO! A brutal Jacknife Powerbomb nearly plants Cade through the mat and Boswick just looks on with that satisfied smile. The ACA are about to steal the tag team titles away from OSW here Nick.
Goode and PMS lift Cade up to his knees, holding him in place as Boswick palms the tag title in his hands. He examines it with pride before rushing forward
WATCH MY RIGHT HAND!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: DOOM out of nowhere with the assist as he punches the title out of Boswick’s hands just in time.
PMS and Goode drop Cade, rushing towards DOOM who just clicks his wrist and the pair begin to get peppered by the Drones Mk 2. The ACA back away as the smoke grows thick in the ring, and as it dissipates, we see all four of the active ACA combatants on one side of the ring.
Foley, DOOM, Attano and a bloodied and battered but determined Cade on the other side.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: The four challengers banding together to take down the ACA here Nick, this is about to get ugly very quickly.
NICK DIAMOND: The only chance these two teams have of winning the titles is to take out the numbers game Johnny, it’s smart by all four of them.
DOOM cracks his neck and urges Boswick to rush forward as Sebastian yells at his associates to get them.
PMS rushes forward at Attano with a brutal Lariat that Mr Nobody manages to duck underneath before nailing her with a Venomous Scorpion Kick.
Goode rushes at a groggy Cade, drilling him back into the match with a stiff Sinilingus Hip Attack
Mr Kleen picks up his mop and begins swinging it at Foley who ducks and weaves out of it’s reach.
Which leaves Sebastian Boswick and DOOM, DOOM moving his hand back into place as Boswick tries to take advantage with a sneak attack. DOOM ducks underneath before grabbing him around the throat as he tries to show Boswick the HANDS OF DOOM! Boswick goes low though, nailing DOOM with a kick to the balls, doubling over the Scientist before a Big Boot knocks him down to the mat.
Foley pulls Kleen in, throwing the mop aside before wrapping his hands around the throat of the Germaphobe
NICK DIAMOND: MASTER OF PUPPETS TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR! Good riddance you crazy midget!
PMS takes a few right hands from Attano before exploding with a brutal headbutt that staggers him back. She roars in anger before rushing forward,
JOHNNY GOMEZ: HEAVY…TURNBUCKLES! Attano scouts the Spear, PMS nearly breaking her shoulder into the steel as she staggers out into the ONE SHOT ONE KILL and down goes Studebaker!
Goode is brutalizing a battered Cade with heavy strikes, a stiff clothesline nearly turns him inside out before he lifts him high into the air. JUST SAY…BLOOD! Cade spits Blood into Goode’s eyes, the Ayatollah blinded as Cade staggers back
HOSTILE DOWN! Goode gets knocked the fuck out by that brutal Superkick as Boswick looks around, furious that the ACA is all falling apart around him. His rage distracting him from the rising threat behind him, before he gets reminded of it by a metal glove on his right shoulder.
NICK DIAMOND: Boswick gets spun around, IMPENDING DOOM! IMPENDING DOOM! Boswick gets splattered into the canvas and that has to be it.
Cade rushes forward, looking for the 50 Cal. DOOM just moves in time from the kill move as Foley moves towards his side. Cade wipes the blood from his eyes as he looks at Attano. Mr Nobody scowls before nodding
AS ALL FOUR MEN RUSH AT ONE ANOTHER!
Foley gets nailed with a stiff Venom kick as DOOM nails Cade with a skull rattling headbutt. Attano rushes forward, looking to nail DOOM but the Scientist moves out of the way just in time.
HEADSHOT…TO JACKSON CADE!
Attano shakes his head, a mixture of pleasure and annoyance in his face as he turns around
POISON MIST! POISON MIST!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: DOOM nails Attano with that mist as Attano stumbles right into the Bicycle Kick from Foley. CHEMICAL CUT!
DOOM smiles wide, he knows the tag titles are won as he drops down for the cover but Mills won’t count the pinfall.
NICK DIAMOND: Attano isn’t the legal man here, Cade never tagged out Doomsie.
DOOM scowls, pissed off as he grips Mills by the throat, screaming at him to count the pinfall.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Oh god are we going to see DOOM kill another referee here Nick?
BELT SHOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Boswick out of nowhere nails DOOM with a brutal swing forcing him to drop Mills. Foley rushes at Boswick but Boswick ducks, nailing Foley with a stiff REDACTION Lariat before he quickly pulls DOOM up to his feet.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: SILENCE THE SIN! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK PILEDRIVER HITS HARD! WILL THE ACA STEAL THE WIN AND THE TITLES?
Boswick hooks both legs as Mills drops down to count the pinfall
ONE
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TWO
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THRE…..
SCREAMING EAGLE! JACKSON CADE SAVES THE MATCH AT THE VERY LAST SECOND WITH A BEAUTIFUL ELBOW DROP!
Cade rolls to his feet, rushing towards DOOM
NICK DIAMOND: THE SPLITTER! THE SPLITTER! CADE GOT CUT IN HALF BY DOOM!
Cade staggers back to his feet as DOOM throws him over the top rope, Boswick slowly staggering up to his feet into a kick to the gut from Foley
CUT THE STRINGS! DOUBLE ARM DDT TO THE TAG TEAM CHAMPION!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: That could be it there Nick but the Besties back into seperate corners, they may well be looking for what won them the tag team titles in the first place.
Foley and DOOM rush forward, sprinting at a kneeling Boswick
AS THEY
OBLITERATE
THE
JAR!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Sandwich Punt Kick nearly caves Boswick’s head in, DOOM casually covers Boswick, as Mills begins to count
ONE
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GOODE TRIES TO BREAK IT UP BUT FOLEY TAKES HIM DOWN WITH THE PUPPETSHOW
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THREE!!!!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: We have new tag team champions here tonight Nicky as the Besties gain their second tag team titles in OSW.
NICK DIAMOND: Most importantly Johnny, they save the tag team titles from forced retirement Johnny. Brutal contest here tonight and very well deserved victory for the new OSW Tag Team Champions
WINNER AND NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: THE BESTIES
HIS PLACE
With the match over, Felix Foley and Doom celebrate in the middle of the ring with their new OSW Tag Team Championships!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: They’ve done it! They had no help from Harold Attano but they pulled it off, Nicky.
NICK DIAMOND: And correct me if I’m mistaken, but that leads to the retirement of Sebastian Boswick and Tucker Goode, doesn’t it?
JOHNNY GOMEZ: Good riddance!
Suddenly, Victor Doom appears on the stage.
And he’s not alone.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: HE HAS BLAZE!
The monster drags Blaze to the edge of the stage and pulls him wearily between his legs. He pulls him high up into the air…
POWERBOMB!
POWERBOMB OFF THE STAGE AND THROUGH THE TECHNICAL EQUIPMENT!
SPARKS FLY!
BLAZE HAS JUST BEEN FUCKING DISMANLTED!
JOHNNY GOMEZ: We need medical attention for Blaze!
NICK DIAMOND: No-one is coming out here, Johnny. Would you get between Victor Doom and Blaze?
Doom and Foley jump out of the ring immediately, running towards Victor Doom who quickly escapes back through the curtain. As his experiment vanishes, the Tag Team Champions arrive on the stage to survey the carnage.
STEEL CHAIR TO THE SKULL OF DOOM BY NARCISSA!
BASESBALL BAT TO THE STOMACH OF FOLEY BY HAYWIRE!
And there’s Aster Grey too!
All three begin stomping away at Felix and Doom, slamming boots into them on the stage.
JOHNNY GOMEZ: This is a mugging! The Uprising are decimating the Pool Boys!
NICK DIAMOND: And where’s Harold Attano!?
We flash back to the ring where Harold Attano stands, leaning on the top rope, watching the violent unfold. As The Pool Boys get their asses handed to them, Nobody just… watches.
NICK DIAMOND: What the heck is he doing!? Why isn’t he helping?
JOHNNY GOMEZ: He’s… he’s knowing his place, Nicky!
Harold Attano watches on with a wry smile as The Uprising finish their unabashed assault, leaving Felix Foley and Doom unconscious at the top of the ramp, the new Tag Team Champions absolutely obliterated.
A Stop ■ symbol appears in the bottom right hand corner of the screen.
Static.
Click.