SEASON FINALE
Ring Of Dreams XI
In the first Warzone back after Red Snow, Jackson Cade is lured into a Main Event versus the man who killed his brother. Is it a trap to force a casuality of the Uprising?
YOUR WATCH HAS ENDED
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play â–º symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
The Watcher’s Compound.
John the Revelator’s boots echo through the stone halls, his pace brisk, his eyes sharp.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We’ve been keeping up with John the Revelator, who is still in the Watcher’s Compound. He seems to have suspicions about their leader, but nothing has come of it.
MATT RUBY: All hogwash to me. The war is over, and Zeus is going to wipe these idiots out sooner than later, I’m sure.
There's hope in these halls. Order. Redemption.
John grits his teeth. “Funny,” he mutters, passing a row of bowed heads. “All this light, and no one's casting a shadow.”
He rounds the final corridor. The door to the leader’s chamber, always guarded, always shut, now sits wide open.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: John, I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.
His steps are slow. Careful.
Inside, the walls are drenched in blue glow from a hundred screens. Each one shows a different figure in OSW. Some laughing. Some fighting. Some crying. Some killing.
Every sinner and saint, catalogued.
At the center of it all stands a figure, cloaked in black. Still. Watching.
John raises an eyebrow. “I thought the War was over.”
A voice, smooth as oil, rolls out from the hood. “What is it you hope to find here, John?”
John crosses his arms. “The truth.”
“And what of gratitude? To the one who pulled you from behind the Door?”
John smirks. “You didn’t do that for me. There’s more to you than charity.”
The hood shifts. “So you have figured it out.”
John begins to circle him. Slowly. “I’ve got an idea.”
He stops. His breath catches. A sharp gasp.
The hooded man doesn’t move.
“John the Revelator, your watch has ended.”
The floor vanishes beneath John.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Damnit!
He plummets.
Down.
Down.
Down.
Down.
THUD.
He lands, impaled. Spikes pierce him through.
All around him, bones.
Skulls.
Empty eyes that once saw the truth.
Now, only silence.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This is bad news, Matt, I just know it.
MATT RUBY: You know what, BB, I think you may be right.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This match is one filled with emotion, Matt. Eclipse and Wolf Fang Ayame have been at each others throats, and I’m not sure either woman knows what she has in store for her.
MATT RUBY: I’ll tell ya what, BB, nothing gets me more bricked up than a chick fight. I can’t wait to watch them tear each other apart. I’ll be glad to lick their wounds, or maybe some…
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Nope.
The bell hasn’t even finished ringing before Wolf Fang Ayame sprints across the ring, launching herself at Eclipse with a diving forearm. The force sends both women tumbling through the ropes and onto the floor in a storm of limbs and rage.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This is personal. There’s no feeling-out process here, Ayame came to tear Eclipse apart.
MATT RUBY: And Eclipse? She came to end the Wolf, permanently.
Ayame is the first to her feet, ripping Eclipse up by the hair and DRIVING HER SPINE-FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS.
Eclipse writhes, but Ayame doesn’t let up.
TAIL STRIKE! A brutal hip attack crushes Eclipse’s head against the steps.
Ayame drags her into the ring and ascends the ropes.
She leaps…
HEAVEN’S HOWL! THE DIVING KNEES LAND FLUSH ON ECLIPSE’S CHEST!
ONE…
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TWO…
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KICKOUT!
Ayame doesn’t care.
She yanks Eclipse up, roaring in her face.
CRESCENT MOON KICK—NO!
ECLIPSE DUCKS AND COUNTERS WITH A BLINDING KISS OF DEATH! THE BLACK MIST HITS AYAME SQUARE IN THE FACE.
The wolf stumbles blindly and Eclipse capitalizes.
LUNAR LANDING! THE RUNNING METEORA DRIVES AYAME INTO THE MAT.
MATT RUBY: That mist wasn’t just a shortcut, it was a statement.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: A statement that this match is going to take more than mere brawn. If Ayame wants to walk out of this unscathed, she’s going to have to dig deep and find something else.
MATT RUBY: No one’s leaving this match unscathed, BB.
Eclipse stalks around Ayame like an apex predator.
UNHOLY MATRIMONY! THE DOUBLE FISH-HOOK CROSSFACE CONTORTS AYAME’S FACE IN PAIN.
But the Wolf refuses to tap!
She claws to the ropes, inch by inch.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Come on Ayame, you can do it!
MATT RUBY: Impartial, much?
Ayame is still reaching for the ropes, her fingers brushing them…
AND SHE HAS THEM!
The official pulls Eclipse off Ayame, and just as Eclipse goes in for the kill again, AYAME ROLLS HER ASS UP!
ONE…
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TWO…
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KICKOUT!
Both women spring to their feet—DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! THEY COLLAPSE TO THE MAT, CHESTS HEAVING, EYES BURNING WITH HATE.
They rise slowly, trading forearms and kicks.
Ayame snaps forward—ON THE HUNT! A VICIOUS ENZIGURI ROCKS ECLIPSE!
AYAME GRABS HER LEGS—MOUNTAIN’S PEAK CROSSING! THE INVERTED BOSTON CRAB IS LOCKED IN DEEP!
Eclipse screams, twisting her body, reaching—AND BITES AYAME’S HAND!
Ayame recoils in pain, and Eclipse scrambles to her feet, hitting the ropes...
CRIMSON TIDE! ECLIPSE LANDS THE LIONSAULT!
ONE…
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TWO…
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AYAME KICKS OUT!
Eclipse pulls Ayame to her feet and throws her into the corner. Eclipse charges in.
MONKEY FLIP—NO! AYAME CATCHES HER, PUTS HER VERTICAL…
HEADBUTT TO THE DOME!
THE TWO WOMEN ARE FIGHTING, SCRATCHING, AND CLAWING UP THE TURNBUCKLES, BOTH OF THEM ON THE TOP ROPE NOW!
AYAME GETS THE BETTER OF IT—LOCKS HER ARMS—BLOOD MOON SACRIFICE! THE AVALANCHE LIGHTNING SPIRAL FROM THE TOP ROPE LANDS CLEAN!
Ayame snarls as she goes into the cover!
ONE…
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TWO…
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THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Ayame conquers Eclipse in a storm of rage and fire! Eclipse brought poison and pain, but the Wolf tore through the darkness. This was a fight, not a match, and Ayame won it on instinct, spite, and sheer brutality.
MATT RUBY: I’ll be happy to help her celebrate!
ARCADIA, I
Many Many Years Ago.
Glass walls shimmer under the fluorescent lights. Inside the polished boardroom, a long table stretches between two men.
At one end, Mr. Darcy, a sharply-dressed executive in a three-piece suit, reviews a tablet with cold, calculating precision.
Opposite him, Mr. Brown, enthusiastic but composed, clicks through a digital presentation projected on the wall.
“…and as you can see,” Brown says, gesturing to the chart, “the margins are astronomical. Once operational, this project won’t just pay for itself—it’ll change the game.”
Darcy doesn’t look up. He taps the screen slowly, absorbing every line, every number.
“You’re talking about results based on projections,” he says flatly. “Projections don’t impress me. Certainty does.”
Brown leans forward. “This is as close to certainty as anything gets.”
Darcy finally sets the tablet down.
“I’ve reviewed the costings. I’ve seen the logistics. And I’ll admit… it’s intriguing.”
He laces his fingers.
“I’m willing to fund it.”
Brown’s eyes light up. “Then we have a deal?”
“Not yet.” Darcy lifts a finger. “Not unless you bring me the best. I’m not sinking billions into guesswork, Brown.”
He stands slowly.
“I want the sharpest minds. No amateurs. No mavericks. If we’re going to do this, then we do it with precision.”
Brown nods. “Understood. I have people in mind already.”
Darcy walks to the window, hands in his pockets, staring out.
“Then bring them to me. And make sure they’re the kind of minds… that don’t ask too many questions.”
Brown’s smile fades just a little.
Fade out.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: A tale of loyalty shattered and a vile human being being taught karma. The so called freaks have rebelled against the Ringmaster as the Unnaturals fight back against their former master here tonight.
MATT RUBY: Get destroyed is all that's going to happen BB. These idiot were fed, clothed and given meaningful employment by Klaus and just because he hurt their feelings, they had to throw that all away. Klaus Way is the victim in all this here.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Why are you defending him Ruby? You've always hated Klaus Way and his "freaky bullshit".
MATT RUBY: I hate ingrates more BB and I'll always champion a man getting some much needed revenge against people who deserve it.
The bell sounds as Solus starts us off, the Unbreakable scowling as he stares at his former master who is smiling ear to ear. Way urges his wayward freak forward as Solus rushes in
Klaus ducking underneath a spinning heel kick, grabbing Solus from behind and rolling him up into a schoolboy. Demi Sky sliding in to count
ONE
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.........DAMIEN KICKS OUT!
Solus gets to his feet right into a kick to the face by Klaus who backs him into the corner with a flurry of lefts and rights before grabbing the ropes and beginning to deliver hard kicks to the midsection, with each one staring behind him at the furious Ajax.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Klaus taunting the Adonis with every strike, that can't be wise here Ruby.
MATT RUBY: Hey get the big man mad enough, he'll make mistakes and Klaus has shown he's good enough to take advantage when you mess up.
Klaus kicks Solus hard in the chest before a massive roundhouse sends him down into a seated position. The crowd boo as Klaus bows, before backing up and rushing forward
SOLUS MOVES OUT OF THE WAY OF THE RUNNING KNEE, GRABBING KLAUS FROM BEHIND AND ROLLING HIM INTO A CRUCIFIX!
Klaus struggles as Demi Sky slides in to count
ONE
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TW...Klaus manages to kick out. Damien rolling to his feet as he springboards off the ropes.
CANNONBALL SENTON TO THE FACE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Klaus is down as Solus manages to rush to his corner, tagging in Adonis who lifts up his opponent, just waiting for Way to get to his feet
HUMAN MISSILE....DDT!
MATT RUBY: HA! See I told you BB, Way knows his freaks inside and out, countering one of their strongest moves into a failure with that massive leaping DDT on Solus.
Klaus spikes Solus into the mat, kipping up to his feet before bowing and urging his strong man forward. Ajax is furious, rushing forward with a Lariat that Klaus manages to duck underneath, rushing to the ropes and leaping off
TORNADO DDT SPIKES ADONIS INTO THE MAT!
Ajax quickly shakes it off, stumbling to his feet into a flurry from Klaus who tries to go low and Roll him up but Ajax just throws him off. Klaus rolls to his feet, springing off the ropes
CROSSBODY...CAUGHT!
Ajax grips Klaus by the throat, fury in his eyes before he lifts him up high, pressing him up and down
TWO HAND...NO! Klaus slips backwards, kicking Ajax hard in the back of the calf, dropping him down to one knee. Ajax is hurting as Klaus wraps his arms, flipping up the ropes
BIZARRO! Klaus manages to hit the So Much Prettier but he can't cover
MISERY IN MOTION! FRONT FLIP DDT OUT OF NOWHERE BY SOLUS!
Damien rushes up to the top rope, almost trembling with anger looking down at his former master before he dives off
MATT RUBY: No air for you dumbass! Klaus kips up, kneeing Solus out of the damn air. I love it BB.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: But now what does Klaus have in store for the pair? Is that...does that sadistic bastard have handcuffs?
Klaus walks over to the stirring Adonis, kicking him hard in the jaw before grabbing him by the arm and handcuffing him to the ropes. Klaus bows to the crowd once more before lifting up the hurt Damien onto his shoulders.
FREAK YOU! BIG BANG THEORY ONTO DAMIEN SOLUS!
KLAUS WAY JUST KILLED HIS PAINMAKER WITH FIRE!
Klaus drops down, laying his back onto Damien as he stares deep into Ajax's eyes, the Adonis struggling to free himself as Demi Sky slides in to count
ONE
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TWO
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AJAX BREAKS THE CUFFS BUT IT'S TOO LATE
THREE!!!
MATT RUBY: And the freaks finally learn their place. Tough love is what they got tonight and now they've gotta fall back in line BB.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I doubt it'll take one loss to do that but Klaus Way just dismantled the Unnaturals here tonight. He knew them far too well as the Ringmaster stands tall at Ring of Dreams.
MY LEGACY
The bell tolls like a funeral dirge as Ajax lies broken on the mat, Damien not far from him—both bloodied, beaten, and gasping for breath. Klaus Way stands above them, arms outstretched, soaked in sweat and fury, the victor of a match that was never about glory. It was about message. About memory.
About revenge.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: It truly pains me to see this animal somehow come out on top.
MATT RUBY: There's a reason he's the Ringmaster of this circus, BB.
He paces now, breathing heavy, but eyes sharp—razor sharp—as he circles their bodies like a vulture deciding which to gut first.
“You found out, didn’t you?” Klaus sneers, dragging a steel chair from ringside. “That’s why you turned.”
Ajax spits blood and defiance. Damien struggles to lift his head.
“You’re wondering how I know,” Klaus says, crouching beside them. “You’re wondering how I knew you’d come for me, that you’d try to expose what I did all those years ago.”
He chuckles bitterly.
“You were told. But not by a friend. I just need to figure out who.”
He leans in close.
Damien’s eyes widen. Ajax curses under his breath.
“He wanted you to turn on me. He wanted to dismantle everything I built. But what he didn’t count on… was that I have no shame. I did kill those freaks. Every single one of them.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: WHAT!?
MATT RUBY: Whoa...
Klaus’ smile darkens, a memory flashing in his eyes.
“The ones who burned my house to ash. Who laughed while my parents screamed. Including your parents, Ajax. Including yours, Damien.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Oh my GOD! Klaus way killed their parents!? That's what this has been about!?
MATT RUBY: Apparently they killed his. Tit for tat, I suppose?
His grin fades.
“And I’d do it again.”
Without hesitation, he lifts the chair and cracks it down across Ajax’s skull. The sound echoes like a gunshot through the arena. Damien screams in grief—but it’s cut short by the second chair shot that leaves him motionless beside his brother-in-blood.
The crowd watches in stunned, horrified silence.
Michaela, trembling, steps out into the light. Her eyes flicker from the bloodstained ring to the man she once trusted.
Klaus turns to her, bloodied hands outstretched.
“You’re with me, Michaela… or you’re with them.”
She stares at the corpses of the only family she’s known for years. At the man who took everything. At the man who claims to have saved her.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Don't do it, kid.
MATT RUBY: What choice does she have? If she doesn't join him by his side, she'll end up in the ground alongside Solus, Ajax and their families.
There’s a beat.
A heartbeat.
Then…
She steps forward.
Slowly.
Reluctantly.
And stands beside him.
Klaus Way smiles.
“Good girl.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Michaela.. what have you done?
As the lights dim and the blood dries, the monster’s circus lies in tatters.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This isn't going to be a match, Ruby. This is going to be a war between these two.
MATT RUBY: And now, more than ever, do I wish we weren't this close to the action.
The bell sounds off like a death knell as Tombstone clobbers Gravedigger with a massive clothesline! Ezra peels up his former protégé, taking him and throwing him face first into the corner with the snake eyes! The Valkyrie stumbles out in a jaw crushing big boot! Tombstone hits the ropes, coming back with a massive leg drop for good measure!
Gravedigger scrambles to his feet as Tombstone lies in wait!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Already Dead looks to end this early! SOUL TAKER HEART PUNCH!
MATT RUBY: NO! SHOVEL READY! BULLHAMMER TO TOMBSTONE!
The elbow leaves Tombstone reeling and Gravedigger fires off with a headbutt across the bridge of Ezra's nose! Tombstone stumbles back to the ropes and Gravedigger rushes him down!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: DROP DEAD JAWBREAKER! LEAPING KNEE SENDS BOTH MEN OVER THE ROPES!
MATT RUBY: See what I mean!? The ring never contains these two!
Both men spill over the top rope to ringside and as quickly as Tombstone gets to his feet the new Ferryman is quicker with a running kick to the jaw that sends blood arcing from a busted lip! Tombstone forces himself back to his feet but Gravedigger is ready!
BULL DOG! BULL DOG PLANTS TOMBSTONE AGAINST THE STEEL STEPS!
Tombstone's blood pools on the steps as Gravedigger peels him away, nailing another furious haymaker before going to whip Tombstone back into the ring!
CLANG!
TOMBSTONE FOLLOWS THROUGH AND SENDS GRAVEDIGGER FACE FIRST INTO THE CORNER POST!
The Valkyrie collapses against the post as Tombstone backs up!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Oh no! Don't do this! Don't do this!
MATT RUBY: I can't watch!
BIG BOOT FROM TOMBSTONE CRUSHES GRAVEDIGGER'S HEAD AGAINST THE POST!
Gravedigger hits the ground like a ton of bricks and Tombstone forces him off of the ground with supernatural strength! He rolls the Valkyrie into the ring, sliding in after and holding a hand in the air as he signals for an early end!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: BIG HAND AROUND GRAVEDIGGER'S THROAT AND HE LIFTS HIM UP! GOOZLE!
MATT RUBY: NEVERMORE! GRAVEDIGGER WITH THE EVENFLOW DDT!
Ezra's head collides with the mat at terrifying speed as Gravedigger tries to get the momentum back on his side! He hits the ropes!
A SOUL TO CARRY! HE RUNS RIGHT INTO THE BOSSMAN SLAM!
The Already Dead looks incensed as he forces Gravedigger back to his feet and biel tosses him right into the corner! The Valkyrie tries to defend himself but Tombstone lays into him with a brutal barrage lefts and rights that land like bricks with every last swing! A blow to the gut doubles Gravedigger over leaving him open for a nasty double axe handle to the back that drops him to his knees!
Ezra forces Gravedigger back to his feet, slamming him into the turnbuckle with a massive clothesline! Then another! And another! Gravedigger stumbles out and Tombstone forces him up!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: ODE TO CHARON! JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB! BY GOD HE'S JUST BROKEN GRAVEDIGGER IN HALF!
MATT RUBY: The ring shook! The bloody ring shook!
The force of impact skips Gravedigger across the mat like a stone! He clutches his ribs in agony as he tries to stand back to his feet! Tombstone charges him down with ill intent!
SHOVEL READY! BULLHAMMER NAILS TOMBSTONE ACROSS THE JAW!
He stumbles away!
CREEPING DEATH! SKULL! CRUSHING! FINALE!
Gravedigger lands viciously and immediately turns Tombstone over to hit forearm after forearm!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: GRAVEL-POUNDER! GRAVEDIGGER IS JUST TEARING INTO TOMBSTONE!
MATT RUBY: Blood and spit are flying and I think I'm going to be sick!
The Valkyrie wraps both of his hands tightly around Tombstone's neck, squeezing him with all of his might as he stares him in the eyes! Gravedigger digs his nails into The Already Dead's neck, slamming his head against the ground in raw, unadulterated hatred! Every last bit of energy spent trying to choke Tombstone out!
MATT RUBY: He's going to kill him!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: CAN'T KILL WHAT'S ALREADY DEAD! TOMBSTONE BEARHUGS GRAVEDIGGER! A SOUL TO CARRY!
Tombstone locks in that spine snapping bearhug and Gravedigger loses his grip of Tombstone's throat! The King of Destination slowly rises to his feet, powering Gravedigger up along with him! He marches around the ring, the hold getting tighter with every step!
WHAM! ELBOW FROM GRAVEDIGGER!
And Tombstone continues to walk!
WHAM!
Step.
WHAM!
Step.
WHAM!
Step.
GRAVEDIGGER JAMS A THUMB TO THE EYE OF TOMBSTONE! HE FINALLY RELEASES THE HOLD!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: ODE TO TOMBSTONE!
MATT RUBY: CHOKESLAM BY GRAVEDIGGER!
Gravedigger lands exhaustedly next to Tombstone, forcibly dragging himself over and draping an arm over his chest! Mills Stanton slides in for the cover!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE- NO! TOMBSTONE GETS THE SHOULDER UP! HE KICKS OUT!
The Valkyrie can only look on in shock, disbelief that Tombstone kicked out!
And he sits up.
HAND AROUND THE THROAT OF GRAVEDIGGER!
Tombstone stands to his feet, Gravedigger dredged up next to him only to be slammed into the turnbuckle! He nails a nasty headbutt across Gravedigger's skull, dazing the Valkyrie as Tombstone begins to try to scale the turnbuckle with him in tow! Gravedigger tries to wiggle out and fight with every rope but Tombstone forces both men up to the top turn buckle!
WHAM!
Right hand by Tombstone!
CRACK!
Headbutt by Gravedigger!
Both men fire strikes back and forth, teetering uncomfortably on the turnbuckle!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Get down from there! You don't want to do this!
MATT RUBY: Oh yes they do! I'm not going to be the one to try and tell them otherwise!
TOMBSTONE WITH THE UPPERCUT! HE GRABS GRAVEDIGGER AND LEAPS!
TOMBSTONE DROPS GRAVEDIGGER FACE FIRST ON HIS KNEE!
THE EPITAPH FROM THE TOP ROPE!
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Gravedigger lies motionless as Tombstone collapses on top of him!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Finally, mercifully, Tombstone has just put this match to rest.
THE END OF THE LINE
Smoke coils from the scorched canvas as the crowd settles into a stunned silence. The war between death’s two chosen soldiers is over. Gravedigger lies broken in the center of the ring, his breath shallow, chest heaving.
Tombstone stands above him — tall, grim, silent as the grave.
He doesn’t gloat. He doesn’t grin.
He just speaks.
“When I killed Igor Mortis,” Tombstone says coldly, “I didn’t just silence the puppet master… I took his keys. I severed the chains he forged to bind you to this world. The reason you haven't been feeling yourself recently is because you were no longer the Ferryman - I just allowed you to retain the position, until now.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: No way. That's why Gravedigger felt different?
MATT RUBY: He did seem a little off.
Gravedigger’s eyes widen.
Tombstone kneels beside him, voice low — almost reverent.
“You were unshackled, Gravedigger. Your power, your fury, all that rage—it’s been borrowed time ever since. You weren’t supposed to be here. But The Reaper… he and I made a deal.”
The crowd buzzes with confusion.
“That’s why he brought you brought back after Ares killed you,” he continues. “That’s why you’ve walked among the living again. Not to haunt… but to finish.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That's what The Reaper and Tombstone were talking about!? They made a deal to bring Gravedigger back from the dead? He wasn't the ferryman.. he hasn't been since Igor Mortis was killed!?
MATT RUBY: That manipulative bastard.
He pauses, letting the truth settle like ash.
“I’m the Ferryman now. And what’s dead… must stay dead.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Here comes his wife to the rescue!
MATT RUBY: Someone has to save him, Bronco!
A gasp ripples through the crowd as Eclipse enters the ring. She rushes to Gravedigger’s side, sliding to her knees, cradling his bloodied head.
“Eclipse…” Gravedigger wheezes.
But then—
Crack.
A devastating headbutt cuts through the air. Eclipse rises slowly, letting Gravedigger groan and whimper on the mat in disbelief and betrayal.
Tombstone doesn’t flinch.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: GET HIM GIRL!!
MATT RUBY: THAT JEZEBEL!!
Eclipse wipes her hands clean on her knees, standing tall over the man she pretended to love.
“You think I didn’t know?” she spits. “You think I didn’t know what he did to Mortis? What deal he made with the reaper? I was there, my love.”
Tears prick her eyes — not of sadness, but release.
“I stayed by your side to see this end. I played house with a corpse. Do you think I ever truly loved you? I played you. I became this to keep you close so that when the time was right, I could end you; that was strength, bitch.”
She turns toward the camera, to the world watching.
“I’m done with OSW. With this… life. You can take the Invasion briefcase and shove it. I'm out.”
Then, she’s gone. Just like that. She walks away, leaving her Invasion victory in her wake.
Tombstone steps forward and lays a single hand on Gravedigger’s chest.
“Your ferry has arrived.”
The lights dim. A ghostly wind howls through the arena.
And in an instant—Gravedigger vanishes. Ferried along with Tombstone.
Gone.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I can't believe what we've just seen. Tombstone has finally ended this saga with Gravedigger, and as a result, he's passed over. Unbelievable.
MATT RUBY: What about Invasion?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I hear we're heading to Zeus right now, Ruby. He's got the answers we need on that one.
COMING SOON
The screen cuts from a static-filled transition to the regal, cold interior of the House of Sovereigns press chamber.
Zeus stands tall beneath the flickering golden light, dressed in a black-and-gold Sovereign robe, the weight of leadership carved into every line of his face. His eyes lock with the camera — unblinking, unwavering.
“In times of chaos,” he begins, voice thunderous yet controlled, “there must be order. When plans unravel, decisive action must take their place.”
He steps forward.
“Eclipse has abandoned the Invasion Briefcase… and with it, her opportunity. That leaves Arcadia in need of warriors.”
The camera cuts quickly to Scott Sterling, breathless and wide-eyed, darting through the backstage corridors with a clipboard in hand.
Zeus continues, his words like falling hammers.
“Effective immediately, we will host an Invasion Match. A proving ground. A trial by fire. Six randomly selected competitors… chosen now… will be informed by Scott Sterling as I speak.”
Zeus smiles.
“The winner will secure the briefcase — and with it, the right to invade.”
He narrows his eyes.
“Let Arcadia bear witness… to destiny reborn. Someone tonight will have the sweetest of dreams.”
The feed cuts to black as tension ripples through the arena.
ARCADIA, II
The soft hum of fluorescent lights bathes the office in a cold, sterile glow. Behind a polished desk sits Langston, his suit perfectly pressed, fingers tented in thought.
Across from him, in a tailored grey jacket and a subtle smirk, sits Mr. Brown.
Langston leans forward. “You said you had a proposal that could help with our—overflowing facilities?”
Brown nods, sliding a thin dossier across the table.
“The prison system is buckling. Overcrowded. Underfunded. Dangerous,” Brown says smoothly. “I can fix that.”
Langston raises an eyebrow, flipping through the file.
“You’re proposing we… outsource inmates?”
“No,” Brown corrects. “I’m proposing we remove them from the ledger. Entirely.”
Langston looks up, uneasy. “Elaborate.”
“I’ll take them. All of them. As many as you can spare. My team will transfer them to an off-the-books facility where they’ll serve a far greater purpose than rotting in a cell. No costs. No complaints. No trace.”
Langston closes the file. “And in exchange?”
Brown’s smile widens.
“I’ll pay handsomely. Quietly. And regularly.”
A pause.
“No one can know this has happened,” Langston says, voice suddenly colder. “If word of this leaks—”
“It won’t,” Brown interjects. “You’ll be cleaner than you’ve ever been. And I get what I need. Test subjects. Data. Progress.”
Langston stares at him a long moment, then slowly nods.
“You’ll have your list by the end of the week.”
Brown rises, offering a hand.
“To progress,” he says.
Langston shakes it.
“To silence.”
Fade out.
MATT RUBY: Finally, the good Reverend will put this jackass hacker down for good!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Let’s not forget, Graves also must fight Foley and Hatchet later tonight and defend his OSW World Championship!
MATT RUBY: I know, he’s a helluva man, BB! The good Reverend is just built differently!
Referee River Moonfoot calls for the bell, and we’re underway as Graves bolts from his corner…
RUNNING BIG BOOT!
Quickly ducked by The Cyberhound, who returns…
FIREWALL!
Superkick caught by Ezekiel who spins The Red Reboot around and into a huge fucking…
LARIAT!
Nearly knocking the Rogue Code’s head from his shoulders!
MATT RUBY: And Graves draws first blood with the Lariat, this is gonna be his night!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I know that look, Matt, please tell me you’re not gambling again.
MATT RUBY: He’s our Champion, it’s a sure thing, BB.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Spoken like a true jackass!
Ezekiel pulls the Cyberhound up by the mask and preps the Red Reboot for an -
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELL SUPLEX!
The Cyberhound, however, rotates out of the move, landing on his feet!
FUCKING FIREWALL!
Superkick connecting with the base of Ezekiel Grave’s skull, sending him to the canvas face first! Nero is quick to react to the contact and hooks Graves up in La Magistral Cradle, and Moonfoot slides in to make the count!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NO! GRAVES MANAGES TO ROLL A SHOULDER OFF THE CANVAS!
BRONOC BLACKWOOD: Still think it’s a sure thing?
MATT RUBY: Our Champ is still in this anything ole Zero has in the tank, I-I’m sure Graves can shrug off.
Both men spin back up to their feet, Graves with a bit of flourish, and the Overclocked Architect spins deftly as they meet each other's gaze.
The crowd is at a dull roar as time seems to stand still if for just a moment...
AND THEN ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE AS THE TWO MEN LAUNCH INTO A HOCKEY FIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING, GOING HELL FOR LEATHER, GRABING EACH OTHER BY THE SCRUFF OF THEIR NECKS WITH THEIR LEFTS, AND PEPPERING EACH OTHER WITH RIGHTS! AS THE CROWD GOES BANANA!
GRAVES SHOOTS A DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN ON THE RED REBOOT WHO QUICKLY COUNTERS PULLING GUARD AND LOCKING AN OMAPLATA BEFORE MOVING TO THE – ZERO-DAY LOCK – AND SYNCHING IN THE CROSSFACE AS GRAVES SCREAMS OUT REGRETING THE CHOICES THAT LED TO THIS MOMENT!
MOONFOOT IS INSTANTLY IN THE FACE OF THE REVEREND, ASKING IF HE WANTS TO GIVE IT UP!
BUT GRAVES ROLLS INTO THE PRESSURE AND BULLS HIS WAY ON TO HIS FUCKING FEET LIFTING NERO WHILE STILL IN THE DAMN HOLD...
PENDULUM BACKBREAKER!
Finally, causing Nero to break the hold.
MATT RUBY: See, whatever ol’ Zero has in the tank, Graves has a counter for it.
Graves steps back into a corner, adjusting his shoulder, trying to get the feeling right again. Graves sets his shoulder, and he slaps his leg and starts stomping his foot, calling for The Red Reboot to get back to his feet.
Nero begins to stand as The Harbinger lashes out, whirling on his heel - DISCUS BIG BOOT! - THAT’S MATRIX DODGED BY NERO WHO MANAGES TO DART AT THE ROPES!
PACKET STORM!
Springboard Fucking Cutter from outta goddamned nowhere driving the Reverend into the canvas but Nero’s on a roll and isn’t slowing down. Nero instantly pops up, appearing to be running on adrenaline and determination, he scales the ropes...
CRASH OVERRIDE!
High-Arcing Moonsault that impacts the knees of Ezekiel Graves as the adrenaline appears to drain from Nero in an instant, as Graves rolls Nero into a Cradle. River makes the count...
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE?!
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NO!
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TWO POINT NINE AT INFINITIUM AS NERO POWERS OUT AS THE LAST MOMENT!
MATT RUBY: That was three damnit!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Feeling those credits slipping away, huh?
MATT RUBY: Can it, BB!
Graves and Nero both struggle to their feet, exhaustion evident in their postures.
FIREWALL!
Nero snaps off a Superkick, which MISSES as The Harbinger moves his head slightly!
FUCKING GOOZLE!
In the moment The Reverend moves his head, he outstretches his arm, trapping the leg of Nero on his shoulder before letting out a guttural adrenaline-laden scream, lifting the Red Reboot into the air!
THE FINAL JUDGMENT!
Massive fuckoff Diving Chokeslam Powerbomb combo driving Nero into the canvas as Graves doesn’t move his arm, just draped over the body of The Red Reboot as Moonfoot makes the count.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
MATT RUBY: Hallelujah! Sinners repent! The Champ is right there in that ring, forever may he reign, and because of that victory, DADDY WILL EAT GOOD TONIGHT!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And with Grave’s victory, we are one step further away from Matt learning any lesson. However, after this exhausting contest, how will Graves fare later tonight against Hatchet and Foley?
THE DEATH OF BROTHER LUCIEN
The bell echoes like a funeral toll.
Both men get back to their feet.
Nero stands slumped, looking at a battered and bruised Ezekiel Graves, sweat dripping from his brow, chest heaving. The crowd is still, uncertain—sensing something greater beneath the surface.
Graves, on his knees, glares up through bloodshot eyes.
“Enough games,” he growls, voice ragged. “Where is he? Where’s Lucien? I want him released to me immediately.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Nero surely has to release his hostage; he's not the true villain here.
MATT RUBY: He's totally innocent, you're right.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I wouldn't go that far.
The crowd murmurs.
Nero doesn’t answer.
Graves stumbles to his feet, enraged. “Answer me, damn you! He was a child of the light. He belongs to the Church—he belongs to me!”
Nero tilts his head.
“You really don’t get it, do you?”
And then—with deliberate grace—Nero reaches up and removes his mask.
Gasps explode from the crowd.
It’s Lucien.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: HOLY S....
MATT RUBY: WHAT THE HELL!?
Eyes colder than ever. Face aged by purpose. A new clarity written in every line.
Ezekiel takes a step back, shaken to his core.
“No…” he breathes. “That’s not possible.”
“Oh, it’s very possible,” Lucien replies. “And it’s long overdue.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: All this time... ALL.. this.. time!?
He steps forward, voice calm—deadly.
“When I joined your church, I believed in Christ. I believed in the message you said you were here to spread to Arcadia. I believed in you.”
The arena falls into stunned silence as Lucien’s eyes burn.
“But belief without truth is just indoctrination. And you, Ezekiel…” He leans in closer. “You’re no shepherd. You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
Graves staggers, visibly rattled.
“You corrupted everything. Lied to the faithful. Twisted the Word into chains.”
Lucien’s voice drops into a whisper, more powerful than any scream.
“So I died. Lucien died.”
He turns to the audience, arms spread wide like a mockery of the cross.
“And from those ashes, Nero was born. Because if I can’t save Arcadia through salvation…”
He locks eyes with Graves.
“…then I’ll save it through justice.”
Graves tries to strike—but Nero sidesteps him, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him to the mat with divine fury.
The crowd erupts.
Lucien stands tall, mask dangling from his fingers.
“I will destroy your church,” he says. “And I will destroy you.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I'm lost for words. Nero has played us all, but more importantly, he's played Ezekiel Graves like a fiddle.
MATT RUBY: He's already taken his money. Now he's taken his heart. And somehow the OSW Champion has to defend his title tonight.
And then he’s gone—disappearing up the ramp, leaving Ezekiel Graves broken, breathless… and truly alone. The World Champion scowls, his night far from over but the biggest bombshell imaginable dropped right on him before it is.
Cut.
ARCADIA, III
The sun sets behind steel girders and fresh concrete. The skyline hums with construction. Cranes swing, welders spark, and down below, security patrols the fenced-off compound.
Inside a makeshift rooftop office, Mr. Darcy stands beside a wall-sized window, arms folded, surveying the growing structure with silent apprehension. Beside him, Mr. Brown sips from a porcelain cup.
“They’ve all been rehomed,” Darcy says. “The prisoners. Contained in their own compound. Quarantined until the transfer’s complete.”
Brown nods, smiling faintly. “Excellent.”
Darcy turns to him, unsure. “I’m still not convinced using them as subjects is… wise.”
Brown doesn’t flinch. He places the cup gently on a nearby tray.
“We’ll need them,” he says softly. “Without human compatibility, the trials mean nothing. And compatibility requires diversity. Will. Conflict.”
Darcy’s jaw tightens. “They’re people, not cattle.”
Brown meets his eyes. “They’re numbers, Darcy. Numbers that disappeared off a bloated ledger. Numbers that no one will miss.”
He walks to a large display—blueprints, diagrams, and biological schematics glowing on a screen.
“What we’re building here will change everything,” he continues. “It will make us kings of tomorrow. But only if we’re willing to pay the cost.”
Darcy looks back out at the unfinished facility. His expression unreadable.
And below, somewhere behind reinforced doors, muffled screams echo from the darkness.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Night has been on the hunt ever since feeling betrayed by Attano. Now he's here for blood.
MATT RUBY: He trusted him and was lied to, Attano has it coming. Thankfully, Narcissa was there to steer him in the right direction.
The Night wastes little time and lunges first. NIGHT CAP! The Leaping Shoulder Tackle!
NOPE!
Harold sidesteps nonchalantly, barely moving. The Night crashes into the ropes throat first. He stumbles back, gasping for air.
HEADSHOT!
FLASH SUPERKICK STRAIGHT TO THE JAW!
The Night collapses into a heap and Attano rolls him up into a quick pin.
1…
2…
Kickout!
Harold doesn’t flinch. He yanks The Night up.
KNEE CAP!
SHOTGUN DROPKICK TO THE LEG BUCKLES THE NIGHT!
HAROLD PIVOTS INTO THE COMMON MAN ARMBAR!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Nobody has had Night's number so far.
MATT RUBY: And now the Night is in a world of pain.
The Night screams, clawing toward the ropes, writhing in pain. But Harold wrenches back further.
With a surge of adrenaline, he flips into a desperate pin!
1…
2…
ATTANO ESCAPES!
The Night stumbles to the ropes, locating Attano in his corner.
THE NIGHT SPRINGBOARDS!
NIGHT AND DAY!
THE INVERTED SENTON CONNECTS!
Attano sprawls to the floor. The Night builds momentum and sprints across the ring as Attano rises.
GOODNIGHT VIENNA!
SOMERSAULT INVERTED SIDEWALK SLAM FACEBUSTER!
THE MOVE TAKES ATTANO OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE FLOOR OUTSIDE!
BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: High risk and high reward is how The Night rolls. But now they're both out.
MATT RUBY: I'm not sure that was part of his plan, think he just hit that too close to the ropes and rode the ride to the floor. Then again, he probably doesn't even have a plan.
The Night rises first, dragging Harold up by the collar. He rolls him in, climbs the top rope…
DARKNESS FALLS!
CRASH.
THE SEAN-TON BOMB CONNECTS!
COVER!
1…
2…
TWO AND A HALF!
ATTANO IS STILL IN THIS!
The Night snarls, stalking behind Harold like prey. He wraps him up…
YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!
CRIPPLER CROSSFACE CLINCHED IN TIGHTLY!
But Harold grits his teeth.
Slowly, methodically, he works his legs under him.
HE STANDS.
HE DROPS BACK… RIGHT INTO A DIAMOND CUTTER!
ONE SHOT, ONE KILL!!
DESPERATION OUTTA NOWHERE!
WHAT A WAY TO BREAK THE HOLD!
HE COVERS!
ONE…
TWO..
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NO! KICKOUT!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Night took it right on the chin but he's not done yet.
MATT RUBY: He's got a point to prove and he's gonna fight to the very end.
Harold pulls Night to his feet, dragging him across the ring and knees Night right in the guts. The Night staggers backwards groggily.
BOOM! HAROLD UNLOADS A FIST THAT ROCKS THE NIGHT!
ANOTHER!
BUT NIGHT DOESN’T GO DOWN!
HAROLD STRIKES AGAIN… BUT THE NIGHT BLOCKS IT!
THE NIGHT UNLEASHES A SPINNING BACK ELBOW, CATCHING ATTANO BY SURPRISE!
ATTANO IS SENT STAGGERING INTO THE CORNER.
One can feel the momentum shift as The Night runs up.
CORNER STEP-UP ENZUIGIRI!
HAROLD SLUMPS AND THE NIGHT BACKS UP, MEASURING.
NIGHTFALL!
HE VAULTS INTO THE SOL SNATCHER FROM THE CORNER!
BUT HAROLD CATCHES HIM MID-FLIP!
Harold takes the momentum back with an ARMBREAKER! The Night writhes, clutching his elbow.
Harold doesn’t hesitate.
DIDN’T SEE IT COMING!
THE HIDDEN BLADE ELBOW HITS THE BACK OF NIGHT’S HEAD, LEAVING HIM CRUMPLED AGAIN!
Then, with ice in his veins, Harold saunters back to the opposite corner. Attano charges.
LAST GASP OF A DYING MAN!
RUNNING SHOTGUN DROPKICK, LINING UP THE BACK OF NIGHT’S SKULL!
KILLING HIM WITH FI- NO!
NIGHT ROLLS ONTO THE APRON! ATTANO KICKS HIM OFF HEADFIRST BUT CAN’T CATCH ALL OF THE MOVE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That could have been it, but Night hangs on by the skin of his teeth.
MATT RUBY: Night has come after him too hard. Attano has picked him apart piece by piece. He’s only delaying the inevitable.
The Night slowly pushes himself to his feet and slides back into the ring where Attano is waiting.
But he has his bat in his hands!
DEAD OF NIGHT! HE’S GOING FOR THE BACKSTABBER!
NO!
ATTANO PUSHES HIM AWAY AND THE BAT FALLS OUT OF NIGHT’S GRIP!
Nobody lifts the limp Night onto his shoulders and spins him around mid-air.
ONE SHOT ONE KILL!
THE DIAMOND CUTTER!
THE NIGHT IS SPIKED ONTO THE MAT WITH BRUTAL PRECISION!
HAROLD PINS!
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
NO FUCKING WAY!
Harold stares down at The Night in disbelief, only for The Night to respond with a bloodied smirk.
He spits blood. Wobbles to his feet.
Attano grabs The Night again… Another cutter?
No.
The Night gets the upper hand, steering Attano towards the corner.
NIGHTFALL!
THE CORNER ASSISTED SOL-SNATCHER!
HE HITS IT AND ATTANO IS DOWN!
NIGHT COVERS!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Night has done it! He takes down Harold Attano!
MATT RUBY: He came looking for vengeance, and he had to weather a storm to get it. But he sends a message with this win!
THE REAL TRUTH
The bell has long since rung, the crowd still murmuring from the match’s brutality. Under the harsh white lights of the arena, Harold Attano slowly gets to his feet, bruised and winded.
Across from him, The Night also begins to rise, the victor.
A moment passes.
Then Attano steps forward and offers a hand.
Night stares at it. Hesitates.
Then he accepts.
Attano pulls him to his feet, the two men locking eyes — battered warrior to battered warrior.
The Night leans in.
His lips move. Just a whisper. Just a few words.
We don’t hear them.
But Attano does.
His expression changes — sharp breath in, eyes wide, body frozen. Shock pulses across his features like a lightning strike.
Night says nothing else. He turns and walks away, vanishing into the shadows of the ramp.
Attano watches him go, hands slowly resting on his hips, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
Awe. Confusion. Maybe even fear.
He doesn't move.
Fade out.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Mr. Sunshine and his Club have tormented Anton and the Captain over these past couple months. He promised to answer our questions, but only after beating the duo down ferociously at Hounds of Hades.
MATT RUBY: I'm sure that smiling creep can't wait to tell us everything he knows, BB. Look at him, grinning from ear to ear despite not having the Sunshine Club around to assist him. Gives me goosebumps.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Demi Sky's calling for the bell. This match is underway!
Anton and Arcadia march toward Cheery Charlie, who keeps his smile despite being outnumbered. He puts his hands up and backs into a corner as they get even closer to him. He attempts to talk things out with them, but his words fall on deaf ears.
That's when they pounce. Punches and kicks rain down onto Sunshine and they show no signs of stopping. Demi attempts to break up the onslaught, but ultimately can't.
Eventually, the two of them drag the dazed Charlie out of the corner and set up an impromptu double team move. Arcadia stands behind Sunshine as the Chef takes a couple steps back and nails him with a delicious CREME BRULEE superkick!
Charlie staggers back as the Hero leaps up and drills him head first with GRASP OF JUSTICE reverse frankenstiener!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This rather shaky alliance is proving surprisingly fruitful so far. How long will it last though?
The Captain doesn't waste any time as he proceeds to hoist his yellow clad foe up to his feet. As he does, he orders Anton to get ready to catch Charlie as he falls. Hesitantly, the chef nods as he prepares for what's to come.
It's Arcadia's turn to step back as be does a little spin before nailing the PUNCH OF BROTHERS! The force of that superman punch knocks Sunshine into Savor, who hoists him up onto his shoulders...
AND NAILS HIM WITH THE FINAL COURSE! THE GTS MIGHT'VE ACTUALLY PUT HIM TO SLEEP!
The chef covers!
ONE!
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TWO!
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Captain Arcadia pulls Anton off and covers Sunshine for himself!
ONE!
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TWO!
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Savor pulls the Hero off Charlie as well!
MATT RUBY: There's your answer, BB. Arcadia can't seem to help but fuck up everything he touches.
The Captain and the Chef proceed to get into a verbal spat as they take their eyes off Charlie, who rolls onto the ring apron. Both conscious men argue over who should be the one to put him away before the Hero throws a massive slap to the face of Anton!
The Chef lets it simmer for a moment before he grabs the Captain's head and locks in a surprise GASTRONOMY GUILLOTINE! Arcadia attempts to push him off, but Anton jumps up and latches his legs around the Hero's back!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Arcadia is in a lot of trouble here. He's trapped in the choke in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go.
MATT RUBY: This match might as well be over already if Sunshine doesn't get his ass up and break the hold!
As if on cue, Charlie rushes back into the ring and pries Arcadia loose from the guillotine. The Hero rolls aside and coughs as Savor gets back to his feet. He attempts to throw a punch, but Sunshine ducks it and hoists Anton into a fireman's carry as well!
And then he spins...
And spins some more...
And spins some more...
Into a Samoan Drop!
MATT RUBY: Looks like Savor just played THE DIZZY GAME with that happy freak!
Charlie stands up and tries to steady himself, but Cap senses an opportunity as he grabs Sunshine from behind and hooks the arm! The Hero whips him out and goes for The Last Line, but Sunshine ducks the clothesline as he runs towards and off the ropes.
"CATCH ME!"
BIG running crossbody absolutely floors Arcadia and Cheery Charlie lays on top of him for the pin!
ONE!
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TWO!
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Savor dives onto them both, breaking the pin!
Anton stands up quickly. He hoists Sunshine up to his feet and nails him with a few elbows to the head. He looks to throw one more, but Charlie ducks it and locks Anton in a full nelson!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: WELCOME TO THE SUNSHINE CLUB! Savor just got planted with that flapjack!
Arcadia blindsides Charlie with a dropkick to the back of the head as he stands, knocking him on the mat. Cap looks to finish this as he leaps to the top rope...
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: STAR! SPANGLED! SPLASH!
MATT RUBY: NOBODY HOME! Sunshine rolled out of the way!
Charlie takes advantage of the Hero's blunder by going for a quick schoolboy pin. He grabs the tights for extra leverage!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Sunshine just stole victory from the jaws of defeat!
THE ZOOKEEPER
The arena is chaos. Suddenly, here comes the Sunshine Club - storming to the ring.
Very quickly, Captain Arcadia and Anton Savor lie broken and beaten, bodies strewn like ragdolls beneath the boots of the Sunshine Club. Mister Smile. Miss Joy. Mister Cheerful. Mister Chipper. They encircle their prey, eyes gleaming with violent glee. In the center of it all kneels Mister Sunshine, arms outstretched like a savior basking in his followers’ devotion.
The crowd is screaming for help—until a voice cracks through the noise.
“Stop this!”
Mr. Kleen.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Holy crap, that's one person I didn't think we'd see again.
MATT RUBY: What's he doing here?
He rushes onto the stage, out of breath, desperation etched into every line of his face. We haven't seen him in the longest time, but he's made his way back here for this.
“Please,” he shouts, stepping into the lion’s den. “Don’t do this. This isn’t who you are!”
The Sunshine Club turn to him with narrowed eyes. Sunshine tilts his head.
“You always said we were meant to bring light,” Kleen pleads. “But this? This is darkness. You’ve lost yourself.”
He steps forward, cautiously.
“I know why you are the way you are. I know what happened to you. What the Zookeeper did. How he broke you. I know about the operation, Charlie. I know about the altering of your mind. The surgery they did actually embeded an organism of some type that alters something in the brain. This alters the brainwaves, manufacturing happiness within. That organism is dying, Charlie. That's why you're losing yourself.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Wow, that explains so much. That's why Sunshine has been... well... an asshole.
MATT RUBY: Whoa, don't be rude. I quite like this Sunshine.
Sunshine twitches—like a memory is trying to claw its way through.
But before anyone can respond—
The lights cut out.
Total blackout.
The crowd gasps.
Then—a flicker.
And when the lights return, standing in the center of the ring—
Sebastian Boswick.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Suited. Composed. Smiling.
Kleen’s eyes go wide.
“Seb…?”
Boswick smiles wider.
“No, old friend. Not anymore.”
He smiles.
“I am the Zookeeper.”
MATT RUBY: WHAT!?
Gasps erupt. Sunshine’s head jerks back like he’s been electrocuted.
The Sunshine Club… turn.
They attack Mister Sunshine.
Without hesitation, they descend on their former leader, laying into him with boots, fists, and smiles stretched too wide. Arcadia and Savor are helpless. Kleen rushes to intervene—
SNAP.
Boswick lashes out.
A blade. Quick. Precise.
Mr. Kleen collapses. Blood spreads fast across the canvas.
Boswick kneels beside him.
“Sanitizing the filth,” he whispers. "This was always my goal."
Then he stands and turns to the carnage.
Sunshine is broken. His followers stand tall behind their new shepherd.
The Zookeeper.
“Let the cleansing begin,” he says.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: When we last saw these three, they had guns drawn on each other in a standoff. We got word that the APD were quick to arrive on the scene and calmed the situation before it became uncontrollable.
MATT RUBY: Not just that BB, all of them were detained for "their own safety" before being released individually. Not that death seems to stick with these three.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: River Moonfoot has checked the competitors for weapons and is calling for the bell! The fight is on!
Seconds after the bell rings, the trio of Drewitt, Grimskull, and Muerte walk up to each other slowly, their eyes darting back and forth from one to another. None of them seemingly want to make the first move.
The tense inaction is broken by the Pilgrim raising his left hand just above the Mariachi's head, signaling a test of strength. Slowly, Singing Death grabs the hand and offers one to the Slum God, who stares at him incredulously before reaching up...
...and kicking the musician in the gut! He proceeds to follow it up with hard right hands to the dome of EMM, knocking him back into the corner! The Explorer attempts to intervene, but the Dark Specter turns around and delivers a LESSON!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Superkick to the Pilgrim's jaw! Grimskull's starting this match with explosive force!
MATT RUBY: After they both betrayed his trust like they did? He'd be crazy to start with anything less.
As the Explorer falls to the mat, Muerte rushes back into the match with a running dropkick that takes the former Conquest down. EMM proceeds to follow that up with a few stomps to the sternum to kill Grim's momentum.
Drewitt gets back up and charges at Singing Death with a WAR CRY! The discus clothesline turns the Mariachi inside out as the Fabled picks up Grimskull, softening him up with a few knees to the gut!
With one more shot to the abdomen, the Pilgrim looks to slam the Preacher to the mat with a suplex. The Skull elbows his way out of it though, causing the former War to release the hold and give Grim some much needed breathing room.
That doesn't last as the Fabled charges towards the Specter-
MATT RUBY: DEATH TO HELLIONS into the middle rope! Great ring awareness by the Skull!
Drewitt slumps on the ropes as Grimskull smells blood in the water. He bounces off the ropes from the opposite side before rushing in with MARTYR! The cannonball senton knocks the Pilgrim off the ropes and onto the mat!
The Preacher covers.
ONE!
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TWO!
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BRONCO BLACKWOOD: FOURTY EIGHT ROSES! EMM's patented double foot stomp to the Dark Specter came out of nowhere and saved his chances in this match!
The Slum God arches back in pain as Muerte forces him up to his feet. He locks in a pumphandle half nelson as he attempts to go for In the End, but The Preacher shows off surprising resilience by breaking free and taking down Singing Death with an arm drag!
The Mariachi gets up to his feet by the ropes as Grimskull charges in after him, but the musician catches him in a belly to belly hold! He tosses Grim over with a WHISKEY LULLABY!
Grimskull lands on the ground with a hard THUD, knocking the wind out of him as he writhes in pain on the floor. EMM looks satisfied with his handiwork, unaware that Drewitt is back up to his feet and lining him up. Lucha Muerte turns around-
INTO A GOOZLE! ARDUOUS JOURNEY! THAT CHOKESLAM HAD SOME STANK ON IT!
The Pilgrim wastes no time and pins EMM!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!?
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NO! MOONFOOT SAW MUERTE PUT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!
The Explorer looks up at the ceiling, running his hands over his head and wondering what he has to do to end this match. After a few moments lost in thought, a lightbulb goes off in his head. He hoists the Mariachi up to his feet and drags him to the middle of the ring before dashing to the left end of the ring-
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: DESOLATION! No! EMM moved at the last possible second!
Drewitt lands on his back hard, but isn't given a moment to react as Muerte lifts the Pilgrim onto his feet and forces him into a package piledriver!
MATT RUBY: FADE TO BLACK! Right on top of War's thick fucking skull!
Before he can cover, Grimskull slides back into the ring and attempts a running headbutt on the Mariachi. However, the musician moved once more, causing the Slum God to hit the mat! EMM quickly picks him up-
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: CURTAIN CALL! MUERTE JUST KILLED HIM WITH FIRE!
Cover!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Singing Death has claimed two more tonight!
THE FINAL SONG
The arena is still buzzing from the aftermath of the match. El Mariachi Muerte leans against the ropes, sweat and blood mixing across his Face. He raises a weary fist to the crowd—
Crack.
A sickening thud echoes through the stadium as Grimskull barrels into the ring, driving Muerte into the mat with a brutal lariat from behind.
The fans erupt in boos.
Grimskull doesn’t bask in the reaction. He straddles Muerte’s chest and begins to hammer fists into his face—over and over, trying to cave it in.
The commentary team is screaming. Officials rush to ringside but dare not enter.
Grimskull pulls a blade from his boot. He raises it high, ready to end it—
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: NO!! SOMEBODY STOP THIS!!
The lights cut out.
A heartbeat.
Then music. Familiar. Thunderous.
El Dragón Caído.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: CAIDO! CAIDO! CAIDO!
MATT RUBY: HOW MANY TIMES IS THIS GUY GONNA SAVE HIS LIFE!?
The crowd erupts as Caído charges the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. Grimskull, caught off guard, swings the blade, but Caído ducks, drives a knee into his gut and throwing him over the top rope - to where law enforcement quickly apprehend him.
The crowd roars.
Muerte lies broken on the mat, coughing blood.
Caído kneels next to him. It’s a reunion. A brother in arms. A savior.
But then—
He pushes his fingers violently into the eyes of Muerte.
Gasps all around.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING CAIDO!?
MATT RUBY: I don't know but I love it!!
“I saved your life, Muerte,” he says, voice calm but laced with venom. “I dragged you from the edge of death when no one else would.”
He leans in close, his words now for Muerte alone.
“But you’ve shamed the title. You wear the mask of a Mariachi and drench it in disgrace. You’ve turned our honor into theatre. Into ego. My name is El Mariachi Grande. The original Mariachi; the leader of The Watchers.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Are you kidding me!? He... he killed JTR!!
Muerte blinks through blood, stunned.
“I saved you because I had to be the one to finish you,” Grande growls.
He stands tall, glaring into the crowd.
“The Order of the Mariachi does not forget. And we do not forgive.”
He looks back down at Muerte.
“The end is coming… hermano.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I can't believe what I'm seeing. El Mariachi Grande - the leader of the Watchers, is none other than El Dragon Caido.
MATT RUBY: And hell will have no fury like a watcher scorned!
He turns and walks away.
Muerte lies still, as the fans reel in disbelief.
Cut.
ARCADIA, IV
The structure once envisioned rises now like a monolith—titanium bones wrapped in sleek black glass. Inside, the hum of innovation buzzes like a living thing. The war room is quiet, sterile, efficient. Success has no need for celebration here—only momentum.
Mr. Brown walks briskly down a corridor, clipboard in hand, eyes sharp as razors. His hair has greyed at the temples, but his gait remains relentless.
He enters a private lounge, where a man waits—back turned, hands clasped behind him, staring out a floor-to-ceiling window at the city below.
“I’ve reviewed your work,” Brown begins without preamble. “Multiple degrees. Military service. Genetic pathology. Biochemical engineering. Even brief time in cybernetics. Impressive.”
The man says nothing.
Brown steps closer. “But what caught my eye wasn’t your résumé. It was your essay on sentience—the one buried in that classified Ascension dossier.”
Still, silence.
“I need a leader,” Brown continues. “A visionary. Someone who understands that what we’re creating here isn’t a project. It’s a prophecy.”
Finally, the man turns.
Weathered. Measured. Eyes of steel veiled in a veneer of wisdom. His presence fills the room without effort.
“I’m offering you the keys,” Brown says. “A future unlike any other.”
The man studies him… then nods once.
“I accept.”
He extends a hand.
“My name is Christos Athas.”
Their hands clasp.
And the world begins to shift.
Fade out.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Excuse Matt Ruby, folks, he has nothing really meaningful to say. He’s just sitting here nearly vibrating out of his chair as we have Gemini versus Narcissa Balenciaga next on tap, with Demi Sky officiating, and I’m truly unsure we can’t trust him not to stick his foot in his mouth, Matt?
MATT RUBY: PUPPIES!!!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: As I thought.
Demi calls for the bell, and the match is underway as Gemini clasps her hands behind her back and openly encourages Narcissa to get in the first...
*KER-RAK!*
Shot! As Narcy Doll open-hand slaps the Moondancer across the face, but Gemini stands defiant, spitting a gob of blood at Hera’s feet. Hera smiles sinisterly and returns the gesture in kind, bracing her arms behind her back and before she’s even prepared...
*TH-WACK!*
A Chiba-esque palm strike graces the side of Narcissa’s face with all the subtlety and gentle nature of a fucking brick! Narcissa gets a bit weak in the knees for a moment but returns the crimson loogie in kind with one of her own, but this one lands on the cheek of Gemini, who nails another slap across the face of Narcissa!
The Fashionista doesn’t wait for an invite as she returns fire herself as we begin to go back and forth...
Gemini...
Narcissa...
The Rogue...
The Designer...
Back and forth with brutal open hand strikes to the hinge of each other's jaw, and as it looks as if both women may drop...
UPRISING!
Narcissa lands the Bicycle Knee Strike clean to the point of the Photag’s chin, and Gemini falls to a knee.
Narcissa hits the ropes…
Shining Wizard…
Ducked by Gemini who flat into a split!
MATT RUBY: Look at that flexibility, BB!
Gemin’s up quickly, Springboards off the Middle Rope as Hera recovers…
THE CURE!
Tornado DDT blindsides Narcissa and spikes The Designer’s head off the canvas!
Gemini kips up to her feet, intensity plastered on her face as she demands Hera to get to her feet. As Narcissa pulls herself back to her feet, Nature’s Delight hits the ropes…
Shotgun Dropkick!
Redirected by Narcissa as she almost sweeps Gemini’s legs to the canvas, and Hera rolls to the apron and Springboards to the top rope…
FASHION FORWARD!
450 Splash connects flush, and Gemini hooks the outside leg! Sky makes the count!
ONE!
…
…
…
TWO!
…
…
…
FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE AND DEMI SKY CALLS FOR THE BREAK!
Narcissa is up quickly in the face of Demi Sky, shouting her down as Demi backs away in fear, as a couple of moments, Sky points behind Hera, who turns around to be hit by...
NATURE’S SELECTION!
Molly-Go-Round Style Senton by Gemini, who hooks both legs on the landing as Sky makes the count once more!
ONE!
...
...
...
TWO!
...
...
...
THR-KICK OUT!
Gemini’s eyes grow wide as she shoots up, frustrated, and she starts arguing the count with Demi. Allowing Narcissa to sneak up on Gemini, who manages to get to the Ripcord...
REVOLUTION!
SPINNING HEEL KICK!
DUCK!
BUT NOT A MISS!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: DEMI SKY HAS JUST BEEN CAUGHT FULL FORCE WITH THE DAMNED REVOLUTION SPINNING HEEL KICK!
*BUZZZZT!*
THE LIGHTS IN THE ARENA GO OUT!
MATT RUBY: MY VIEW!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Are we in a power outage!?
*BAM!*
The power comes back on. Demi is down, Narcissa standing over her with Gemini pulling herself up...
MATT RUBY: WHAT THE HELL IS THE NIGHT DOING HERE!
INDEED, THE NIGHT STANDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FRAY...
*PANG!*
UNPROTECTED STEEL CHAIR SHOT TO THE SKULL OF NARCISSA DROPING THE DESIGNER LIKE A SACK OF SHIT!
NIGHT DOESN’T STOP AS HE IN ONE FLUID MOTION KICKS A RECOVERING GEMINI IN THE BACK OF THE KNEE DROPPING NATURE’S DELIGHT TO HER KNEES!
NIGHT TAKES TO STEPS BACK FROM GEMINI AND THEY PAUSE FOR A MOMENT AS GEMINI STARES HER ATTACKER DEAD IN THE EYES AND MOTIONS FOR NIGHT TO...
“BRING IT!”
*KER-FUCKING-PANG!*
NIGHT BLASTS GEMINI STRAIGHT TO THE FUCKING FACE OF THE ROGUE FOLDING HER OVER INTO UNCONSCIOUSNESS!
*BUZZT!*
The lights go out again!
*POW!*
And when they return, night is gone with the carnage left behind, the only proof he was ever there as Narcissa and Gemini lie out on the canvas!
Gemini is the first to stir, crawling over Demi Sky and draping an arm over the lifeless body of Narcissa. Demi stirs to and makes the count...
ONE!
...
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TWO!
...
...
...
THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What in Zeus’s name was that? The night just decimated both Gemini and Narcissa. Gemini managed to pick up the victory tonight by sheer force of will, but who knows how badly both women’s brains are scrambled?
MATT RUBY: I’m just worried about Gemini’s face, what’s she going to look like after that brutality! But no doubt, Bronco, both women must be concussed after Night fell over the ring tonight!
KILLER
The match is over.
Gemini lies crumpled in the corner of the ring. She slowly pulls herself back to her feet, struggling. Her breath rattles in her chest. The crowd, still reeling from the chaos of the match, grows uneasy.
Suddenly—
CRACK.
A steel chair smashes across Gemini’s spine.
The arena erupts in boos.
The Night stands over her, chair in hand, eyes cold as obsidian.
He doesn’t hesitate. Another shot. Then another. And another.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: STOP THIS! STOP THIS GOD DAMNIT!
Steel against flesh. The sound is sickening. Gemini twitches, unable to defend herself.
Blood pools beneath her.
Night tosses the chair aside, chest heaving. The crowd chants “WHY? WHY? WHY?”
He retrieves and raises a microphone, his voice like venom.
“You want to know why?”
He turns slowly to the audience, gaze sweeping across the stunned Arcadian faithful.
“She set the bomb.”
Gasps. Cries. Disbelief.
“She’s the one who blew up the Red Light District. She’s the one who nearly killed me. And she’s the one who killed my mother.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: NO WAY! OH MY GOD... NO...
MATT RUBY: I can't believe it.
The words hang in the air like noose-tight rope.
Gemini, barely able to move, looks up with blood in her eyes—but no denial.
Just silence.
The crowd turns on her. The Seeker. The survivor. The fugitive.
Now… the villain.
The Night steps over her, staring down.
“This is justice.”
He drops the mic. It hits the mat with a thud.
He exits the ring slowly, the lights trailing him like a spotlight of betrayal.
Gemini remains in a heap, broken.
Fade out.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That gas chamber sits at the top of the ramp like the Sword of Damocles. And we know Destructo would love nothing more than to lock Nox inside once and for all.
MATT RUBY: And then he can tell his dad that he finally did something! Oh, wait.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Now you just- SHINING WIZARD! DESTRUCTO WITH THE SEE NO EVIL!
The bell rings but the assault on Nox is already in full swing! Destructo rains down fist after fist after fist into the face of the Chemist, every last blow filled to the brim with rage! Destructo peels Nox up by the tubes of his mask before flinging him through the ropes and onto the apron! Nox gets to his feet-
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: BLOCKBUSTER! BLOCKBUSTER OVER THE ROPES TO THE UNFORGIVING CONCRETE BELOW!
Both men land with a devastating thud! But Destructo is quick to his feet, digging under the apron until he pulls out a steel chair! He turns to swing at the downed Nox!
MATT RUBY: GET OVER HERE! I love saying that, BB!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That short-arm clothesline just turned Destructo inside out!
The Chemist grabs the chair, cracking it against the exposed back of Destructo to boos from the crowd! He lets Destructo try to stand before putting steel to skin one more time!
Yet Destructo won't stay down.
The Anti-Hero digs his fingers into the apron, pulling himself back to his feet only for another chair shot to drop him to his knees as Nox lines up one last blow!
CRACK!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: BY GOD! NOX JUST CON-CHAIR-TO'D DESTRUCTO WITH THE GOD DAMN APRON!
MATT RUBY: And that's the creativity that makes him a genius, BB!
Blood pours from Destructo's face as Nox peels him away from the ring to pull him towards the gas chamber! He throws the Anti-Hero head first against the barricade, flying forwards with a massive knee trembler!
NO!
BROKEN SCALES! SPINNING URANAGE TO NOX LANDS HIM SPINE FIRST ON THE BARRICADE!
Nox gasps for air but Destructo only lets him breathe in pain as he cracks him with a headbutt against the skull! Nox stumbles away from the barricade and Destructo runs up, leaping off with a Whisper in the Wind that crushes Nox into the ramp! The Kamikaze rains down forearms and elbows, pummeling Nox with strike after strike!
HISSSSSSSSSSS
MATT RUBY: THE POISON MISTER! THAT NITWIT IS CHOKING ON POISON GAS!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: He's filling up the ringside!
A cloud of noxious yellow gas billows forth from Nox in a sickening shroud, causing not just Destructo but the fans in attendance to gasp and choke, a chorus of agony backed by Nox's demented laughter! The Mind approaches Destructo like an omen of death, grabbing him and German Suplexing him back into the gas!
Destructo grabs onto Nox, eyes bloody as he tries to fight back against the poison in the air.
"Where is that revenge, boy?" Nox says, cracking Destructo with a vicious boot to the jaw! He drags Destructo back to his feet, a hand wrapped around his throat as he begs Destructo to breathe it all in!
Chop.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: DESTRUCTO JUST SLICED THROUGH NOX'S GAS MASK! NOX IS BREATHING IN THE FUMES!
MATT RUBY: Turn off the gas you nitwit- I mean genius!
Nox frantically switches off of the gas, gagging and coughing as it fills his lungs! Destructo holds the knife in his hand, letting it morph in his grip!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: IT'S THE KINGDOMBLADE!
MATT RUBY: THIS MENACE IS SNEAKING IN WEAPONRY!
Destructo runs up, taking a baseball swing with the blade and cracking it across the skull of Nox! Mr. Gas is sent sprawling up the ramp towards the gas chamber where he tries to stand only for Destructo to leap with a massive crossbody that sandwiches Nox between him and the chamber door! The Anti-Hero flings the door open and grabs Nox by the hair!
LOW BLOW! NOX WITH THE BLOW BLOW TO DESTRUCTO!
The Chemist lifts him up!
BACKBREAKER!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!
TEN TIMES IN A GOD DAMNED ROW! SCHRODINGER'S SPINE!
Nox drops Destructo inside of the chamber, dragging himself out and going to slam the door shut!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: NO! DESTRUCTO WITH THE KINGDOMBLADE ASSISTED RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP TO THE CHAMBER WALL!
Destructo refuses to give up as he powers Nox up one last time!
HALF SUPLEX!
ANOTHER!
OMEGA DRIVER- NO! NOX TURNS AROUND! NOX OUT! INVERTED FULL NELSON BOMB!
Destructo hits the metal floor with a violent clunk! Nox slams the door shut and turns the nozzle!
MATT RUBY: He's done it! Nox has done it!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: As that putrid gas fills the chamber so does the match come to an end. Your winner... Is Nox.
AN IMPERFECT WIFE AND MOTHER
The air is thick with fumes, the scent of scorched rubber and sweat clinging to the metal hallways. Alarms have faded into silence. The Gas Chamber stands behind them—its door cracked, its purpose fulfilled.
Destructo leans against the steel wall, bloodied, wheezing, refusing to fall. He stares through one swollen eye at the man across from him.
Nox.
Unfazed. Untouched. Unmoved.
“You didn’t kill me,” Destructo snarls, barely spitting the words through cracked lips. “But I will kill you—for what you did to my father.”
Nox tilts his head, his silver lenses reflecting Destructo’s rage like a mirror.
“I didn’t kill your father,” Nox replies calmly, his voice low and measured. “I killed the man who raised you.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Excuse me?
Destructo freezes. His eyes narrow.
“What… what the fuck does that mean?”
Nox steps closer, close enough for Destructo to smell the chemical rot on his breath.
“The Burned Man was many things,” he says softly. “But he wasn’t your blood. Not truly. He was a mask, a guardian, a story built on fear. But not your father.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: It's revelation after revelation tonight. I'm not sure my ticker can take it.
MATT RUBY: If The Burned Man isn't his father, who is? Nox?
Destructo’s breathing grows heavy. Confusion creeps in beneath the fury.
“No… you’re lying.”
“I’m not,” Nox says. “When the time is right, you’ll know. You’ll understand.”
He begins to turn away but pauses.
“Sarah wasn’t perfect..”
Destructo stiffens.
“She loved you,” Nox says. “That much is true. But the reasons she died… the reasons you were left behind…”
He turns back to face him, mask unmoving.
“…they aren’t wholly what you’ve been told.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Destructo is broken. Look at him, Ruby, he's broken!
MATT RUBY: I don't feel for the kid, but he's definitely having a rough run of it.
Silence chokes the corridor.
Destructo’s voice is a whisper, more to himself than to Nox.
“Who the fuck am I?”
Nox doesn’t answer.
He simply disappears into the shadows, his coat trailing behind like a specter fading into the ether.
Destructo falls to his knees, blood dripping from his fingers.
The truth, like fire, burns slowly.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: One of if not the deepest, most personal feud in Olympus history may reach its end here tonight. For three years the lives of Jackson Cade and Jasper Redgrave have been intertwined through hunts, murder, Death Row, championships galore and the complete and utter fracturing of a family. They have wrestled eachother more times then they can count but tonight, no pinfalls. No submissions, only blood will count and the first man who can spill it will win this possible penultimate contest.
MATT RUBY: It's about time BB, I've been waiting for this bastard Cade to lose everything like he deserves and for the Artist to finally beat this stain on humanity into a dirt nap like he should've long ago. When that bastard's blood hits the canvas for the last time, that'll be my dream.
The bell barely gets to sounds before both men rush at one another. Heavy lefts and right fueled by purest years of anger, each blow threatening to bust the other open before Jasper goes low, kicking Jackson in the knee that causes Perseus to stumble.
Redgrave takes advantage grabbing Jackson by the throat and trying to Biel Toss him into the corner but Cade refuses to budge. The pair struggle for a moment before Jackson headbutts Jasper, stumbling him backwards
SPARTAN KICK SENDS THE ARTIST FLYING INTO THE CORNER!
Jasper hits the buckles hard, barely able to shake the cobwebs off before he's crushed into the steel by a flying splash from Cade. Jackson climbs the ropes, soaking in the moment before beginning to rain down punches to the call of the crowd.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIV....
DING!
LOW BLOW FROM JASPER REDGRAVE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And allready the Artist with his cheap tactics. The man can never beat Cade without them.
MATT RUBY: Hey, the only goal is to bust the opponent open. It ain't illegal if there's no other rules.
Cade drops from the ropes, holding his groin in pain but he's not down for long as Jasper pulls him up to his feet, rocking him with a knee to the jaw before dragging him towards the ropes
BLOOD ON THE...CADE SHOVES HIM AWAY!
Jasper staggers back as Cade pulls back the ropes before slingshotting forward
NEARLY CUTTING JASPER IN HALF WITH A MASSIVE SPEAR!
Cade stays down, rocking Jasper with heavy lefts and rights but he's quickly thrown off by the groggy Artist. Jasper staggers up, throwing a wild right that's ducked under as Jackson bounces off the ropes
BREACH AND CLEAR!
BREACH AND CLEAR!
BREACH AND CLEAR!
Jackson landing a trio of Slingblades on the Artist, Jasper staggering up into a kick to the gut before he's lifted up
MASTER KEY...NO! Redgrave slips out, spinning around as he does
SANGUINE ABSURDISM! DISCUS CLOTHESLINE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Jackson is out of it, Redgrave quickly locking him in a headlock before dragging him to the ropes
MATT RUBY: YES! this is it. Get busted open you prick.
Redgrave pulls him through the ropes, the dazed Jackson dangling from his feet
BLOOD ON THE CANVAS...BUT IT DOESN'T BUST OPEN CADE!
Jasper looks furious, lifting Cade up before trapping him in an underhook clutch. He rains down heavy knees before lifting Perseus up
VANISHING POINT! CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!
Cade staggers out, holding his back in pain right into a
KICK
WHAM
SYMPHONY OF....BACKDROP!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Cade avoiding the Pedigree there, that very well could have been the end if Jasper managed to hit it.
Redgrave staggers up into a flurry of lefts and rights before Cade spins
INCENDIARY ROUND! Bullhammer hits flush, stumbling Redgrave back. Cade backs up, his eyes focused in on the kill
HOSTILE...DODGED! Redgrave smirks, quickly dodging out of the way as Cade kicks the turnbuckles instead! Perseus drops down, yelling in agony as pain reverberates through his bad knee as Redgrave pounces.
Elbow after elbow to the injured joint as Redgrave wraps his entire body around the limb, smiling sadistically to the screams of pain before he drops down and hooks him into a Single Leg Crab.
MATT RUBY: I'm not sure what the tactic is here BB. I love seeing Cade in pain as much as the next guy but this doesn't get Jasper closer to busting him open.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: It's mostly psychological warefare here but if Cade can't walk, then it's going to be hard for him to defend Redgraves bigger shots.
Cade refuses to tap out, even when it doesn't count as he tries to break the hold. Redgrave cranking on it further and further before he pulls Jackson's leg nearly above his head, twisting the limb into a pretzel, forcing Cade to silently tap out.
Redgrave twists the limb for a few more seconds, letting go as he gloats to the angry crowd. A mile wide smirk across his face as he slowly turns back to Jackson, trying to pull him back up
CADE TRIPS HIM DOWN TO THE MAT AS HE LOCKS IN THREAT CONTAINMENT!
The Kimura is locked in tight, Cade trying to break Redgrave's arm here as the Artist screams in pain, quickly tapping out but Cade doesn't care, he just cranks it back even harder. The tendons tearing, the arm looking like it's about to break.
FINGERS IN THE EYE! Redgrave thrusts his free arm into Jackson's eyes, trying to blind him as Cade quickly breaks the hold but the damage has been done. Jasper's right arm limp by his side as Jackson slowly rises to his feet, and urges Redgrave forward.
Furious lefts and rights exchanged between the two, Jackson getting the advantage with two working hands before Redgrave kicks him low in the bad knee. A hard spinning elbow with the good arm knocks Cade down to the mat as Jasper looks to the turnbuckles and gets an evil grin upon his face.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Oh no. What twisted bullshit does Redgrave have in mind now?
Redgrave pulls off the turnbuckle cover, leaving the gleaming metal underneath exposed before he walks over, pulling Cade up to his feet and rushes forward
CADE BLOCKS THE HEAD SLAM! Cade fighting back with hard elbows to the gut before a big right sends Jasper staggering back. Cade quickly turning before leaping forwards
HOSTILE DOWN...TO RIVER MOONFOOT!
MATT RUBY: I told you Cade was a bastard, brutalizing our poor referees like that.
Jasper spins around, looking for Sanguine Absurdism but Cade manages to duck underneath, rolling back
HOSTILE DOWN TO JASPER REDGRAVE! IT MAKES HIM BLEED BUT THE REFEREE IS DOWN!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Jackson may well have just cost himself there. He drops down, trying to wake up the referee but that allows that bastard Redgrave to recover...Is he using a towel to wipe the blood away? How is this legal?
MATT RUBY: Hey, ref didn't see it, doesn't count.
Jackson turns from trying to revive the referee to seeing Jasper wiping the blood away. In a rage, he rushes forward but Redgrave dodges, Jackson nearly planting himself head first into the exposed turnbuckle.
DICK KICK CITY! Jasper nails Jackson low before gripping him in a Full Nelson
THE BRUSH...NO! Jackson somehow slips out, kicking his own foot back
AND KICKING REDGRAVE LOW AS WELL!
Jackson slips behind, pushing Redgrave into the buckles before rolling back
HOSTILE DOWN TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!
Redgrave is busted wide open as River is up.
He sees the blood and calls for the bell, Jackson collapsing to the floor in a crumpled heap.
MATT RUBY: BOOO! That was some grade A cheating there by the so called good man. Jasper Redgrave got cheated there.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Only way to win was bust someone open and Jackson did that to Jasper twice. And now hopefully he gets some damn answers from his traitorous father.
MATT RUBY: Only thing that bastard Cade deserves is to be lying next to his brother but here's hoping George breaks his disappointment's heart once and for all.
DADDY ISSUES
The crowd roars in disbelief as the dust of the match settles, but one man remains standing with vengeance burning in his eyes.
Jasper Redgrave.
Bloodied but smiling, he stands over the crumpled body of Jackson Cade. With slow, deliberate menace, he reaches down, wrapping a twisted hand around Jackson’s throat and lifting him to his knees.
"You thought this was over?" Redgrave sneers, his voice like gravel scraped across steel.
Jackson coughs, gasping, hands clawing at Jasper’s arm.
"You think George Cade was your father?" he growls, pressing his face closer. "He lied to you. That man was never your blood. Never your family. Why do you think I've done everything I've done, Jacky-boy? I needed the DNA from CJ to prove my theory and low and behold, I was exactly right. George Cade is not your bioligcal pop."
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Fuck.
MATT RUBY: Whoa. Did you just curse?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I'm sorry folks, but what the actual fuck is happening tonight?
Jackson’s eyes widen in disbelief, confusion etched across his battered face.
"Ask yourself, Jackson," Jasper snarls, tightening his grip, "Why do you think he never told you about your real lineage? Why he never wanted you to know? I bet you have so many questions - in fact, it's tempting to let you live just to watch you suffer. But you've been a thorn in my side for too long and this finally ends now."
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I just can't... George Cade isn't Jackson's biological father!?
MATT RUBY: Finish it Jaspy!
Jasper produces a dagger from his coat, the blade glinting in the arena lights. He presses it to Jackson’s throat.
"It’s time you learned the truth in blood."
Suddenly, a wave of silence cuts through the arena as a single, commanding voice echoes from the stage.
"Release my son."
All heads turn.
Standing tall atop the ramp, flanked by Sovereign Guards and bathed in gold light, is Zeus.
The Baron.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: NO!!! NO WAY!!! NO FUCKING WAY!!
MATT RUBY: Potty mouth!
Watching.
Jasper freezes, the blade quivering at Jackson’s neck.
Zeus descends the ramp slowly, eyes locked on Redgrave.
"George told me everything," Zeus says. "He confessed to save the boy he raised. I now know the truth that had been hidden from me for the longest time. I know who Jackson is. I know what he means."
He stops at ringside, raising his voice.
"You will not take from me what belongs to Arcadia. You will not spill royal blood tonight."
Jasper falters, eyes flickering with doubt. His fingers tremble. Jackson, struggling to breathe, manages to rasp out:
"This can't be... ?"
Zeus narrows his gaze.
"You're my son."
The crowd erupts into stunned chaos.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This will turn everything upside down, Matt. Everything.
MATT RUBY: Jackson Cade, the son of Zeus - what does that mean for the Seekers? What does that mean for everything? We all know how Zeus handles threats like his own blood. Look at Hercules.
Redgrave roars in frustration, throwing Jackson aside and exiting the ring.
Zeus climbs into the ring and stands over Jackson, extending a hand.
Jackson stares at it… and everything changes.
Fade out.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Here we are folks, our main event of the evening for the OSW World Heavyweight Championship as for the second time in Olympus history the dual winners of Pandemonium face off against the current OSW World Champion. The last time Dr Death ascended and broke the curse by beating El Mariachi Muerte and Stubbins Doom but will history repeat itself as the Reverend Ezekial Graves defends his title against Felix Foley and Hatchet.
MATT RUBY: Hey put some respect on the King's name BB, just cause he's a little rough round the edges doesn't mean he's any less worthy of main eventing Ring of Dreams. He's proven himself time in time out and with that little bit of chemical edge, he's a sure fit to win that championship tonight.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You forget Felix has that chemical edge too. He may not want to show it but if Scissors comes out, even the newly enhanced Hatchet may not be able to stop him.
MATT RUBY: You hit the nail on the head there BB. "If" Scissors shows up. Felix is too much of a goodie two shoes to let that happen and unless he can let go and let someone better take the wheel for a little while, they're all going to be downed by the clown.
All three competitors stand in their respective corners. Graves slowly handing the world championship to the referee with a calm, calculated smile. Hatchet with a wide eyed sadistic grin as his bright green eyes bore holes into not Graves but Felix as Foley tries to compose himself.
But the tremor in his hands gives his true feelings away. Terrified of the monster that Nox unearthed...or maybe just terrified of the monster he may have to unleash to survive.
The bell sounds as Graves immediately rolls out of the ring. Foley turns, scowling as Graves just gestures to the other side of the ring with a smile on his face. Foley turning
INTO A MAMMOTH LARIAT THAT TURNS HIM INSIDE OUT!
Felix slams down hard to the canvas from the sheer power of the unhinged Hatchet, who pulls Felix up to his feet and with one hand
BIEL TOSSES HIM NEARLY THROUGH THE TURNBUCKLES
Felix hits hard, barely hitting the buckles though before Hatchet comes rushing in with a brutal Big Boot that nearly breaks a few teeth from impact. Foley is rocked as Hatchet begins teeing off with hard lefts and rights, pounding Foley down to the mat before choking him out with his boot.
Foley can barely breath as Demi Sky begins to admonish him before trying to pull Hatchet away. The Chainsaw just stares bloody murder at Demi who is visibly terrified but steels her resolve before pointing at her referee patch. Hatchet's focus on Sky allowing Felix to manage to slip away to his feet.
MATT RUBY: That damn Mills has been filling poor Demi's head with nonsense. No DQs in a triple threat, only thing she's here for is to count the pin and call the submission. Don't worry your pretty little head over it and stay out of his way darlin.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: No DQ or not, Demi ain't letting Hatchet murder someone here. There's gotta be some limits.
Foley stumbles to his feet, managing to slightly stagger Hatchet back with a shot to the throat before backing up and rushing forward
THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR WALKING....AND FOR HATCHET TO NO SELL! Hatchet takes the running Big Boot to the face and barely flinches. Foley gulps, stepping back as Hatchet smiles
AND CHUCKS THE CHAINSAW! DISCUS CLOTHESLINE NEARLY DECAPITATES FOLEY!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Felix Foley has only been manhandled like this by one man and even Tombstone may not be as blood thirsty and maniacal as the Wraith.
Foley holds his throat in pain, staggering to his feet before he's lifted up high into a Gorilla Press. Hatchet running forward
BEFORE CLEAN PRESSING FOLEY OVER THE ROPES INTO THE BARRICADE!
Felix lands hard into the barricade, screaming loud as the Chainsaw just smiles once more. Rolling out of the ring, he pulls Felix up to his feet, swatting away a right hand before delivering a hard knee to the gut that knocks all the wind out of him. Hatchet underhooks both arms.
HOKUS POKUS! POWERBOMB SENDING FOLEY BACK INTO THE BARRICADE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Felix may already be broken in half and what is that damn Reverend doing? Is he congratulating Hatchet for a job well done? He knows he's his opponent as well right?
MATT RUBY: Hey, the dead weight's gone so now the true competitors can fight it out.
Graves walks over, smile wide as he looks at the carnage Hatchet has already delivered. He chuckles, slapping Hatchet on the back as the Chainsaw stiffens up before slowly turning his attention on Ezekiel.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Bad move there, the Reverend may just about to be as broken as Felix in a moment.
Graves gulps visibly, stepping backwards until his back is flat against the turnbuckle post. Hatchet slowly stalking towards the world champion before he explodes forward
WIG SPLIT...HITS THE STEEL POST!
Graves just moves out of the way, the sickening sound of skull against steel echoes throughout Olympus managing to finally slow down the maniacal Hatchet. Graves grips him by the back of the head, pulling back and slamming Hatchet's skull against the steel once more before lifting him up high
BACKDROP SUPLEX ONTO THE CONCRETE!
Graves rolls to his feet, eyes closed and arms raised wide praising the Lord above.
MATT RUBY: Uh Champ, you might wanna look behind you.
Hatchet is already up behind Graves, fury in his emerald glowing eyes as he grips the world champion by the back of the head before sprinting forward
LAWN DARTING GRAVES HEAD FIRST INTO THE POST BUSTING HIM WIDE OPEN!
A red splat covers the front of the steel post, Graves staggering on his feet glass eyed as he's hoisted onto Hatchet's chest, the Chainsaw spinning around
BEFORE NEARLY BREAKING GRAVE'S SPINE IN HALF WITH A BRUTAL SPINNING POWERSLAM ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Harbringer looks like anything but here as Hatchet may well have broken the World Champion in half. Can anyone stop the monster unleashed inside the Juggalo tonight?
STEEL CHAIR TO THE BACK! FOLEY NAILS HATCHET WITH A STEEL CHAIR
And it just looked like it only pissed Hatchet off.
The Chainsaw turns around, Felix hesitating for a moment as he swings again but Hatchet stops the chair mid-swing, throwing it to the ground before gripping Friendly around the throat
LOW BLOW BY EZEKIEL GRAVES!
Hatchet felt that, doubling over in pain as Felix quickly double underhooks him
CUT THE STRINGS! DOUBLE ARM DDT ONTO THE FALLEN STEEL CHAIR!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Hatchet is finally down but he won't be for long. If Graves and Felix want any chance to win here, they've got to double tap him and fast.
Felix gets to his feet, eyeing Graves suspiciously but the World Champion signals for a truce, looking down at the allready stirring Hatchet. Felix nods as the pair of them pull Hatchet up to his feet
DOUBLE GOOZLE LIFTS THE STILL GROGGY HATCHET UP HIGH
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: DOUBLE CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE BARRICADE! That has to be it, surely Hatchet at least stays down from that.
MATT RUBY: Smart play there, they can't beat the monster Nox unleashed, so best to bury him to give yourself at least a 33% chance of winning.
Hatchet is very dazed on the concrete as Felix and Graves grab every bit of debris they can find. Broken barricade pieces, steel chairs, random equipment and cover him in it, burying the Chainsaw...at least for the moment. Foley and Graves breath hard for a moment, before looking at one another
AS THEY BEGIN TO EXCHANGE HEAVY LEFTS AND RIGHTS
Felix quickly gets the better of the Reverend, a huge right sending him stumbling back into the ring. Felix slides in into a pair of boots from the standing Graves, who pulls Felix up to his feet, throwing him across the ring before trying for a clothesline on the rebound.
Felix ducks underneath
AS HE SHOWS THE HARBRINGER WHY HIS BOOTS WERE MADE FOR WALKING WITH A HUGE RUNNING BIG BOOT!
Graves stumbles to his feet into a hard headbutt
BEFORE HE'S THE FALL GUY INTO THE CORNER WITH A BIG TIME FALLAWAY SLAM!
Graves pulls himself up by the ropes just in time for a Foley corner splash, the crowd roaring and screaming in adulation as Felix soaks in the love of his crowd. Gripping the ropes, as the crowd scream his name,
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: IT'S TIME FOR FELIX FOLEY'S CORNER!
Felix stomps a mudhole in the World Champion, walking him dry to the roar of the crowd. Foley stands up, adrenaline running through his veins as he lifts Graves out of the corner only to turn him upside down in the tree of woe. Foley backs up, sizing up Graves
BUT THE FUNHOUSE IS CANCELLED AS GRAVES PULLS HIMSELF UP FORCING FOLEY TO CROTCH HIMSELF ON THE BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE!
MATT RUBY: I knew that idiot would hurt himself playing to these sheeple. Real Arcadians root for men like the Reverend.
Graves untangles himself from the tree of woe, kicking Foley hard in the skull as he drags himself away from the corner. Foley is pulled up to his feet, lifted up high with a huge knee to the gut before Graves grabs him, spinning around
PINE ON THE SPINE WITH A MAMMOTH SPINEBUSTER!
Felix slams down hard onto the mat, Graves kicking him over onto his stomach before he drops down
AND LOCKS IN THE CONFESSION!
The Camel Clutch is locked in deep, Graves wrenching back as he whispers for Felix to confess his sins. Demi is right there, asking Foley if he wants to give up but Felix Foley ain't a quitting man as Friendly slowly pulls the both of them towards the ropes.
Graves tries to stop him, pulling back even further until his shoulders are almost on the mat from the sheer wrench. Foley screams out in pain, his hand hovering looking like he might tap out
MATT RUBY: Yes you goober, do it. Admit you're only half a man compared to the great and honorable Reverend.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I thought you wanted Hatchet to win here, you do know that means your great and honorable Reverend would lose too right?
MATT RUBY: Hey, I never said I wanted Graves to lose, I just don't want Felix to win.
Felix roars in defiance, slowly pulling himself forward even through the tremendous strength of the world champion. Foley manages to pull the pair of them back before spinning around and locking his foot around the bottom rope, forcing the break.
Graves slowly lets go, leaping up as he does before driving his entire 275 pound weight down onto Foley's back, causing him to call out in agony once more. Foley slowly rising to his feet as Graves waits for him, arm raised high as Felix staggers up
RIGHT INTO THE GOOZLE!
With his free hand, Ezekiel carves the sign of the cross but as he goes to lift Foley up
FRIENDLY MANAGES TO BELL CLAP GRAVES AROUND THE EARS BREAKING THE HOLD!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Felix Foley knows the Chokeslam better then nearly any man, he knows how to avoid it like the plague.
KICK TO THE GUT
CUT THE STRINGS! DOUBLE ARM DDT OUT OF NOWHERE!
The crowd roar, this could be it. Felix Foley is three seconds away from finally becoming the OSW World Champion.
When a loud boom is heard at ringside.
Debris flies through the air.
And an irate Hatchet stands up.
MATT RUBY: Oh shit BB, they gonna die now.
Felix quickly drops down, hooking the leg as Demi Sky slides in to count
ONE
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SHE'S PULLED OUT OF THE RING BY HATCHET!
MATT RUBY: Ayo what the fuck Hatchet? I should go in there and kick your ass for putting your hands on my precious Demi.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: He was an asshole before, now he's a psychotic asshole. You will die if you even think of touching him Ruby.
Demi falls roughly on the concrete floor, knocking the wind out of her as Hatchet slides into the ring. Felix staggers up
RIGHT INTO A WIG SPLIT! Massive Headbutt knocks Foley down.
Graves is struggling on the canvas, eyes blinking as he looks up at the grinning malice of the Chainsaw who leaps downwards
DEATH POP! The H-Bomb Falling Forearm may well have knocked Graves out cold from the sheer force.
Foley is up, delivering a few hard forearms to the back that barely faze Hatchet who swings wild, an elbow catching Felix's jaw before he's gripped by the throat
AND NEARLY SNAPPED IN HALF BY THE PONY DOWN BACKBREAKER!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This could be it here Ruby, Hatchet pulling up the barely concious Graves onto his shoulder.
SELF
TITLED!
The Firemans Carry Stunner hits hard, Grave's neck snapping over Hatchet's shoulder as he drops down, hooking the leg as Demi Sky slowly slides back in the ring,
ONE
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TWO
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THR.....
FELIX JUST MANAGES TO BREAK IT UP!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This match will continue. Felix breaks up the pinfall just in time.
MATT RUBY: And he's about to get murdered for it BB. Hatchet is pissed.
The Chainsaw slowly rises up, Felix getting to his feet as he puts up his dukes.
FUCK YOU! Rising Uppercut rocks Felix's head back, sending him down to one knee
But Felix doesn't go down...he instead rises back up, fists held high.
'That all you got?'
MATT RUBY: I stand corrected BB, this isn't murder, it's assisted suicide.
Hatchet nods, rocking Foley with another huge uppercut and then a third and a fourth but every blow Felix keeps getting back up, wanting more from Hatchet.
WHO OBLIGES AND CHUCKS THE CLOTHESLINE WITH THE DISCUS LARIAT!
Foley goes down, as Hatchet looks to the outside and the fallen steel chair as a sadistic, malevolent grin crosses his face. The Wraith rolls out, grabbing the chair before rolling back in
AND NEARLY TAKING FOLEY'S HEAD OFF WITH IT!
BUT FOLEY IS BACK UP NEARLY IMMEDIATELY!
'Come on, that was a love tap you pansy'
Hatchets grin turns to pure anger as he nails Foley again. But Felix is up even faster this time.
'You've gotta do better then that you pussy. HIT ME HARDER'
MATT RUBY: This doesn't feel right BB, even I'll admit the guy can take a beating but he doesn't usually ask for it.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Ruby...look at the lights.
The lights in the arena begin to slowly morph and flicker, flashes of red scattering throughout Olympus as the crowd stop cheering or booing, they look to be...terrified. As an aura of darkness begins to radiate from Foley. Something that Hatchet doesn't see.
As he begins to slam the chair down again and again onto Felix Foley.
Every hit causes more crimson to flood the lights, the aura grows in size as the crowd are completely silent and petrified.
The steel chair bent from the punishment but still Felix stands, Hatchet almost frothing at the mouth winds up high, slamming it down hard
As Felix Foley....or should we say Scissors catches it.
'Nice try, my turn."
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Oh no...oh no. There might be a murder Ruby but it won't be Felix.
Scissors snaps forward, nailing an unsuspecting Hatchet with a sharp headbutt to the ribs before lifting him up onto his shoulders
QUICK SNIP POWERSLAM DRIVES HATCHET INTO THE MAT!
The Chainsaw stumbles up, swinging wild as Scissors ducks, jukes and weaves out of every strike. A wide smile on his face as he toys with his prey. A huge backhand rocks Hatchet but as he tries to lift him up for a Powerbomb.
GRAVES NAILS HIM FROM BEHIND WITH A CHOPBLOCK
Scissors goes down to one knee as Hatchet nails him with a hard kick to the jaw, dropping Scissors momentarily before both men drop down and lock the Madman in a submission.
Graves traps him inside the Confession while Hatchet...Hatchet dials up that Suicide Hotline and locks in the Modified Crab.
MATT RUBY: Well that has to be it right? No man's surviving two submissions like that...right?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Does that look like a man in pain Ruby?
Scissors isn't crying out or struggling, that smile is still wide on his face as he begins to laugh and laugh, Graves and Hatchet pulling back further but the laughter just increases.
Scissors is loving this shit.
As he easily pushes Hatchet off him with one mighty kick before he begins to stand up. Graves wrapped around his neck, clinging on for dear life before Scissors reaches behind, pulling Graves over his head
AND DELIVERS A LITTLE MARY MURDER WITH A MODIFIED PILEDRIVER
Scissors sits up, staring over at Hatchet who hesitates...just for a moment before his eyes flash even greener and he rushes forward
DEATH POP! Another H-Bomb nails Felix as Hatchet quickly rolls to his feet, rushing to the ropes
CHICKEN....DENIED! Scissors sits up, catching Hatchet's Diving Legdrop attempt as he holds him close, slowly standing before lifting the Wraith up
POWERBOMB
A SECOND POWERBOMB
Scissors lifts the groggy Hatchet up, rushing forward
AND COMPLETES THE ARCHIMEDES PRINCIPLE WITH A RELEASE POWERBOMB INTO THE CORNER!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: No wonder Zeus wants to wait for Scissors to fade away before going after Felix. I don't even think all the remaining Gods could take down that monster
Scissors backs up, licking his lips as he slowly stalks the hurting Hatchet, that maniacal grin etched upon his face.
Bicycle Kick rocks Hatchet before he's spun around, Scissors digging his fingers into his mouth before leaping up
TWISTED GRIN! BICYCLE KICK/FISH HOOK BACK STABBER COMBINATION!
Hatchet looks done, twitching in pain on the canvas but Scissors can't continue the fun as Graves slowly rises, rushing at the madman.
Scissors ducks the Lariat attempt though, grabbing him from behind in a Full Nelson
AND SNIPS THE STRINGS! SNAP FULL NELSON SUPLEX WIPES OUT THE CHAMPION!
MATT RUBY: That has to be it right. Scissors has won. Why isn't he pinning Graves or Hatchet? Why is he just standing there?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I don't think he's done playing. Oh Zeus don't you dare.
Scissors laughs loudly, his hysterics echoing throughout Olympus as he looks down at the two fallen men. Broken, battered, and then he turns his head.
To Demi Sky.
MATT RUBY: RUN DEMI RUN!
Sky stumbles backwards, tripping over herself as she backs into the corner, petrified and unable to move as Scissors slowly stalks forward, that crazed grin upon his face
"Do you want to play Demi? I promise we'll have lots of fun"
Scissors slowly stalks forward, inches away as he reaches towards the cowering Sky.
And suddenly stops.
His hand trembling as the crazed grin falters, like his very body is fighting itself for control.
The lights flicker red once more as Scissors trembles, a bellowing, familiar voice echoing out.
'GET BACK YOU BASTARD. I AM IN CONTROL"
The red lights fade, Felix Foley dropping down to his knees, completely exhausted but having put Scissors back into its box...for now.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This can't go on much longer, all three men are tapped out but only one can leave with the OSW Championship. Will it be the current Champion Ezekiel Graves? Will it be Felix Foley or will it be Hatchet?
Hatchet and Graves slowly stumble to their feet, battered, hurting but not broken as Felix slowly rises to his. Every bit of damage Scissors took taking its toll but he's still somehow standing.
As all three men yell a guttural scream and rush forward
RIGHT FROM FELIX
ELBOW FROM GRAVES
BOOT FROM HATCHET
A hard knee to the gut winds Felix who finds himself lifted up high
AND NEARLY DRIVEN THROUGH THE RING WITH A PURGATORY SIZED POWERBOMB
Graves turns, Hatchet's eyes glowing green as the Chainsaw scowls. Graves returning the rage as both men rush forward
HOLY WRATH
CHUCK THE CHAINSAW
The Discus hits hard, nearly decapitating Graves. Hatchet roars out a primal scream, turning around
RIGHT INTO A KICK TO THE GUT
CUT
THE
STRINGS!
Double Arm DDT hits hard but Felix isn't done, lifting his hand up, looking for the greatest Puppetshow of his life
But he doesn't get to begin it
As he's spun around
GOOZLE
Ezekiel Graves looks deep into Felix's eyes, calm assurance radiating from the Reverend who lifts Felix up high
THE FINAL....
PUPPETSHOW! Foley manages to plunge those fingers into Grave's mouth at the last moment, the dibilitating nerve hold dropping Graves down to one knee before Foley lets go for a second
CUT THE STRINGS!
Another Double Arm DDT hits hard, Graves is out as Foley hooks both legs. Demi slowly sliding over, looking at Felix apprehensively for a moment before counting
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THREE!!!! THE CROWD ABSOLUTELY EXPLODES
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: HE DID IT! HE DID IT! MRS FOLEYS BABY BOYS BOYHOOD DREAM HAS COME TRUE! After everything he's gone through, the Pool, the twisted malevolence of Scissors, the year of torture by Tombstone. The betrayal by his best buddy, and the backstab by a man he could trust in Hatchet, Felix Foley is your new OSW World Champion.
MATT RUBY: It's a nightmare. It has to be. No way that moron won. No way he did. How? How did he beat them?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: He beat them because Felix Foley is the heart of Olympus, hear that crowd Ruby. Everyone of them are overjoyed that their hero overcame the odds and proved sometimes even in Arcadia, good things can happen.
HE WHO LAUGHS LAST
The ring is soaked in sweat, blood, and disbelief.
Felix Foley lies barely conscious, the OSW World Championship clutched to his chest like a lifeline. But there’s no time to celebrate.
Nox is here.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Will someone stop this! Can't Foley just have his moment!?
MATT RUBY: This is Nox's moment now.
He walks down the ramp with purpose. No theatrics. Just the cold, clinical focus of a scientist carrying out his final test. A glowing green syringe swings lightly in his fingers. He's ready to end this war with Felix Foley, once and for all.
Foley sees him and tries to stand, but his body is wrecked.
“You’ve always been a virus,” Nox says softly, sliding into the ring. “It’s time for the cure.”
He pins Foley down. The syringe rises—
CRACK.
The arena shakes as a figure explodes from the curtain.
Doom.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: IT'S DOOM! DOOM! DOOM IS HERE! HE'S ALIVE!
MATT RUBY: WHAT THE HELL!?
Alive. Strong. Burning with rage. He storms to the ring to a nuclear reaction from the crowd. Nox freezes, syringe in hand.
“You’re…” Nox stammers, “You’re dead. How...”
Doom doesn’t stop walking.
“Yes,” he says grimly. “And I know that he—” he points to Foley, “—was the one who did it.”
He steps between them. Foley, gasping for air, staring at Doom in disbelief.
He kneels, pulling a second syringe from his coat—this one blue. Filled with fluid from the Odyssey Pool.
“I’ve spent months recreating this for myself, to turn myself back into the man I once was,” Doom murmurs. “A counter-agent. A way to pull the real me out. But I won't use it on myself.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Wait a second..
He injects Foley.
The effect is almost immediate—his body spasms, convulses—then stills. His fingers uncurl. His eyes clear. Scissors is gone.
Foley is free.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Doom just saved Foley from Nox' toxin!!
MATT RUBY: What a waste.
The crowd explodes with relief—until it’s cut short by a sudden, guttural laugh.
It’s Nox.
“You idiot,” he says through a twisted grin beneath his gruesome mask. “You moron.”
Doom turns, fists clenched.
“You still don’t get it, do you?” Nox continues. “It wasn’t Foley.”
Doom’s eyes narrow.
“It was me.”
Silence.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Oh my God... Nox tried to kill Doom and almost killed Zeus!
MATT RUBY: I love this guy, but that was a huge mistake.
“I set the charges. I killed you. Because you were getting in the way. You always do.”
Doom’s tilts his head, suddenly, it's like he’s trying to breathe underwater.
“You’re my friend,” he whispers.
Nox steps closer.
“I was,” he spits. “Until you forgot your place. This war was never about right and wrong. It was about survival. And you? You’re obsolete.”
Foley struggles to his feet, fury in his veins.
Doom just stares, stunned, heartbroken.
As Nox leaves, Foley turns to Doom, eyes full of sympathy.
"I tried to tell Arcadia it wasn't me, but no-one gave me a chance," he says solemnly. "No-one wanted to listen."
Nox stares back at Doom.
Doom and Foley stare at Nox.
This is far from over.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What a night, folks. What a night. Doom is alive, Foley isn't a murderer, we have a new World Champion and Nox has just become the most wanted and dangerous man in all of Arcadia.
Cut.
ARCADIA, V
The sun blazes overhead, casting long shadows across the arid earth. A crowd of carefully selected individuals—scientists, doctors, scholars, engineers, and their families—stand silently before a towering, circular door embedded in a stone cliffside. The heat is stifling, the air thick with anticipation.
In front of the crowd, standing on a raised platform beneath a fluttering banner marked with the sigil of a phoenix encased in a ring—Arcadia—are Mr. Brown, Mr. Darcy, and a host of white-coated scientists.
Darcy steps forward, clipboard in hand, his voice formal and assured.
"We came to this uninhabited Greek island of Nimos fifteen years ago," he begins, "with a vision. A higher purpose. The Arcadian Vault, the first of its kind, will serve as our refuge and our genesis."
He gestures to the massive door behind him.
"Thousands paid dearly for the promise of salvation. Five hundred were chosen. The rest—well…"
He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t need to.
Turning, he nods to Mr. Brown, who steps forward.
"Those of you who built this—engineers, laborers, visionaries—you’ll enter freely. And today, you meet your leader."
A figure steps forward from the line of scientists. Older now, more severe. Dressed in ceremonial garb trimmed with silver and green, he exudes gravity.
"This is Christos Athas," Brown announces. "From this day forth, you will know him as Cronus."
Cronus surveys the crowd, his expression unreadable. The air grows still.
"As we descend into the earth," Cronus says, voice deep and resonant, "we leave behind a broken world. We abandon greed, division, war. We begin anew. Your memories of this world must perish, for if they do not, you will perish in their stead. In ten years from now, there will be no mention of Earth. There will be no mention of another time, place or world. Should even an utterence of this existence occur, you will be sentenced to death. This is the future. Our future. Our Arcadia. The one and the only."
He raises a hand toward the Vault.
"Arcadia is not a shelter. It is a future. And you, its first citizens."
He looks to Brown and Darcy, offering a single nod.
"They will remain above—our only link to the world that was. They will guide and watch over us."
The circular door groans, ancient mechanisms stirring. With a hiss of pressurized air and a seismic rumble, it begins to open.
The chosen five hundred begin to file in, eyes wide with hope… and fear.
As the last of them disappears into the dark, the door begins to seal shut.
Cronus turns once more.
"The old world dies today."
He steps into the shadowed corridor.
"And Arcadia is born."
Cut.