DEEP THROAT, I
Click.
“The Doctor will see you now.”
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Inside The Clinic, Dr. Death hums a small tune as he approaches Drewitt, who has been restrained on a metal slab in the Clinic.
“Mister Drewitt, perhaps I can help with your predicament.”
The Pilgrim, who still hasn’t returned fully to consciousness, tries to shake off the cobwebs.
“My predicament?” He mutters, slightly off. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Drewitt,” Dr. Death leans forward, the overhead fluorescent lights illuminating his beaked mask. “I offer a solution. A cure for your everlasting torment. A release.”
A pregnant pause fills the air as Drewitt understands. The Pilgrim regards his captor through bloodshot eyes.
“Isn’t that your cure for everyone, Doc?” he spits, his voice hoarse. “A neat little package of eternal sleep?”
Ignoring the bitter humor, Dr. Death’s brow furrows beneath the mask. His gloved fingers clasp around the edge of the bed, his grip firm as he leans in closer.
“On the contrary, Drewitt, Arcadia has no better healer than I. None. That is why I know every ailment has a cure, immortal,” he retorts. “Yours might involve a scalpel. Perhaps later, a saw. But I promise you, it will offer relief.”
Drewitt lifts an eyebrow.
“And if you kill me, Doc,” he states, his voice a low rumble, “Tombstone will come.”
Another pregnant pause, only broken by a chuckle from the mercenary healer.
“So? Let him come. He does not scare me.”
Satisfied by the flicker of uncertainty that crosses Drewitt’s face at his bluster, Dr. Death hoists himself up and slides off his surgical gloves with a snap. He extends a hand, an unexpected offer.
“However,” he proposes, “Say, we could… negotiate. You find me a Mariachi, and in return, I free you. How does that sound?”
Drewitt takes a moment, contemplating this unexpected proposition. His eyes, hardened by countless deaths and rebirths, blink up at the towering figure of Dr. Death, accepting.
“Deal.”
With a nod to Nurse Frightengale, Drewitt is released. As he gathers his things and leaves, Dr. Death steals a glance at Frightengale, who has a slight frown on her face.
“That obvious?” Luchadoc queries.
“You received the information you desired,” she returns, “and gained inroads to finding your next Mariachi. I’m sure Drewitt did not see what I did.”
“Which is?” Death says, coldly.
“Your fear at Tombstone doing to your Clinic what he’s done to anyone else who’s crossed him.”
No answer from Dr. Death, only a silent nod.
Flutter.
Uh oh.
DEATHROW DANGEROUS
Deathrow.
CJ Thorpe and Jasper Redgrave walk towards the general population, a key figure in mind for their next persuasion. They approach Prophet, who stands in a cell, multiple young black men around him.
His crew.
His protection.
“The champ is herr,” he roars, laughing and clapping as he walks through his men towards the opening of his cell. “Dawg, you killed it last week. I almost had you though, didn’t I?”
Thorpe nods with a smile, adjusting his title.
“You fought valiantly, man,” CJ admits, much to the laughter of everyone in the cell.
Prophet looks at his men, tapping them with a chuckle.
“Valiantly? Son, I ain’t valiant. What the fuck you want, anyway? You come around these parts, you might wanna be a shade darker.”
Redgrave steps in.
“He’s dark where it counts,” Jasper ominously says, stopping the laughter.
Prophet steps up, face to face with The Artist.
“Two white boys walk into my hood,” he grumbles in reply. “You either want somethin’ or you gonna get somethin’.”
“We’re gonna overthrow Meadows,” The Deathrow Champ blurts out, interrupting. “And we want you to join us.”
“An Uprising?” Prophet asks with a raised eyebrow. “Nigga, we heard bout dat on the outside. Some of our crew joined it; that’s why they here.”
Thorpe shakes his head.
“It’s not like that. It’ll be different,” he says leaning in, whispering something.
The Rap Stars eyes widen.
“Aight,” he agrees. “We in.”
Thorpe and Redgrave walk away, talking amongst themselves as they do.
“That was lucky,” Jasper comments with a shrug. “But you need to become a little more Deathrow Dangerous.”
CJ looks at him.
“Yeah?” He asks.
“I can show you how,” The Artist says with a sinister smirk.
Cut.
THE NEWS
Deep within the Agora we find the every familiar face of Colt Ramsey. He’s speaking to a man cloak in the corner of the market, trading words in relative secret amongst the noise constantly filling the level.
“I can’t just take any tips like this without some proof, buddy.” Colt looks over both shoulders, making sure no one overhears them before leaning in. “If you think you have a lead on where Zeus is, that’s some Aracadia shaking stuff. Hell, that’s stuff I’d end up on the Killing Floor for knowing.”
“Trust.” The cloaked man speaks quietly. “You have to follow me, we can’t speak in the open.”
Before Colt can speak up his would be informant slinks away further into the Agora. Ramsey follows quickly, both men weaving through the bodies of the market before coming upon a run down shack. It appears to have once been a makeshift store, abandoned long before now. Both men enter, the floor boards creaking beneath them.
“Okay, we’re alone-“
WHACK!
GAUNTLET TO THE JAW!
Colt gets knocked off of his feet and onto the floor! He looks up, dazed, as The Burned Man looms over him, the Kingdomblade now a gauntlet on his hand. The Sole Survivor hands a handful of credits to the cloaked man who thanks him before rushing off.
“Not very heroic, Burnie-“
“Sometimes, heroism requires compromise. And I’m well past being nice when it comes to saving a life, especially my son’s life.” Burned Man reaches down, lifting Colt up by his shirt and slamming him into the wall of the cabin! “I need information, you can get it. Here’s the news, Colt. A headline for you. ‘Pissed Off Father Does Anything to Save son.'”
Colt sneers, holding his head. “It ain’t my deal. Your son isn’t news, Burnie. You aren’t what Arcadia needs to hear about.”
There’s a long pause, silence sitting in the air for what feels like minutes, before Burned Man lets go of Colt. The Journo brushes the dirt off of himself, moving to the cabinet door, shoving past the former hero. We’re left to watch as Burned Man changes the gauntlet back into his Kingdomblade.
He’s not done, not by a long shot.
Cut.
It’s a clash between desire and focus as Aarman Fidel takes on Vision!
Fidel looks for an early advantage, catching Vision from behind before sending the Awoken One into the ropes…but Vision narrowly ducks the clothesline attempt, connecting instead with a big forearm that sends the Duke of Desire reeling! Fidel ends up in the corner as Vision charges, hitting a corner splash!
The damage is enough to send Fidel falling face-first onto the canvas, giving the Awoken One the opening he needs to target the neck as he brings the Duke of Desire back to his feet…only for Fidel to catch him by surprise with a snap DDT, dropping Vision down hard!
Now it’s Fidel in control, as he brings Vision back to his feet before hoisting him up for a delayed cradle piledriver! JUST THE–NO! Vision fights out of the move with a forearm to Fidel’s head, before spinning the Duke of Desire around for a standing dragon sleeper! HELLO DARKNESS!
Fidel is struggling as he tries to inch himself toward the ropes to break the hold…and finally slips out of the hold! NO! Vision spins the Duke of Desire around, dropping him face-first onto the knees of the Awoken One instead! THIRD EYE BLINDED! Vision with the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Aarman Fidel’s strongest desires could not overcome a determined Vision!
WINNER: VISION
CHUM
The Pussycat Club.
Drexl sits in a backroom, a group of his men in front of him as he paces back and forth. “We don’t need to talk about last week. You have questions, my answer is that giggling fuck got in my head. I don’t know how, but he ain’t gonna get away with it. You boys need to scour this whole fucking district. Find him, bring him to me, or next time one of you gets shot it won’t be an accident!”
His men nod their heads, clearly still devoted as they exit the back room, leaving Drexl to sit and stew on his thoughts. He looks out to the lights of his strip club.
Only those aren’t his club lights.
That isn’t his music.
A red light washes over the club, the music replaced with the distorted sounds of a children’s music box. Drexl’s upper lip curls, hand once again on his gun as he marches out into the main room. He looks around, the club is empty…
Except for two people on stage.
Scissors.
And a man sitting in his lap?
“Drexl! Just the man I wanted to see! I have a new friend you should meet, his name is Boris. Boris Bodyguard! Would you like to meet him too?” Scissors giggles like a child, obviously speaking about the man on his lap.
One of Drexl’s men.
The sounds of organs moving and blood squelching out are heard as the man moves, Drexl looking on in horror as it appears Scissors has his hand in the back of the bodyguard’s corpse!
“Oh gee, boss. I didn’t know I was no match for Mr. Scissors, he’s soooo scary.” The man’s mouth loves, Scissors clearly speaking through him. He maneuvers him playfully, making him stare at Drexl, the bodyguard’s glasses slipping off to reveal lifeless, terrified eyes.
“You flatter me, Boris!”
“I mean it! Boss is just chum for you!”
“Ain’t he just a lil suck up?” Scissors chuckles, standing up, looking down at Drexl, the Shark speechless as he backs away, stumbling over a chair, gun pointed at Scissors. But he doesn’t fire, he’s smarter than that… Right?
Flash.
The lights are back on in the club, the music is playing, and everyone is staring Drexl down as he points his pistol at the terrified girl on stage.
A pool of blood still fresh beneath her.
Cut.
DEATHROW CHAMPIONSHIP
Tonight, Deathrow is abuzz as the live wire that is Haywire attempts to wrest the Deathrow Championship from the cold calculating Coyote, CJ Thorpe.
As the bell sounds CJ Thorpe and Haywire circle each other before CJ shoots in looking for a single leg takedown but the Madness leapfrogs Chainbreaker, springboarding off the ropes, as The Coyote turns around into an Asai Moonsault – MOONSTRUCK! Thorpe leveled, as Haywire rebounds off the opposite ropes.
The Clown Prince goes for flipping Senton, but The Coyote rolls out the way sending Haywire splatting on the canvas. CJ now has The Harlequin Havoc in his sights as he staggers back to his feet only to be hit with THE TRUST – Knee Trembler to the skull of Haywire sending him sprawling to the floor!
Thorpe goes to follow the Chaotic Clown instead catches the spray from a fire extinguisher to the face as Haywire laughs maniacally tossing the extinguisher into the ring before climbing on to the apron. Springboard Hurricanrana – BASKET – SUPERKICK COUNTER catches Haywire in mid-fucking-air!
Thorpe sees the opening locks in the Rings of Saturn it’s – POLICE BURTALITY! But the Manic Malcontent just laughs as The Coyote stretches him! CJ unnerved by the reaction goes to sink it in deeper, but this enables Haywire to roll through and as both men get to their feet CJ sees the opening kicking Haywire in the groin before hitting the Pedigree – THE RIGHT THING ONTO THE FUCKING EXTINGUISHER! Haywire is out cold with damn smile on his face, and CJ Thorpe is still the Deathrow Champion!
The Coyote keeps his belt and Haywire he may have not found peace but he damn sure has been put to sleep.
WINNER AND STILL DEATRHROW CHAMPION: CJ THORPE
WOKE I
Previously Recorded
The steady bleep of medical machinery sets ambience as we find the figure of Benjamin Pegg, now awake, sitting up in his hospital bed. He looks weary, there’s pain in his eyes but he is alive and awake. His eyes catch movement as a figure approaches his bedside.
“I see you’re awake, which means you read my note?” Harold Attano slides a chair up to sit at the side of the bed, bringing himself into Pegg’s eyeline. “You’re lucky to be alive.”
Pegg winces as he turns to meet Attano’s gaze, Mister Nobody giving him no inkling of emotion as he waits the bullet victim to speak.
“Y…You?” There’s a hint of fear in Pegg’s eyes. “What do you want?”
Attano smiles, patting Pegg on the shoulder which causes him to wince in agony.
“Relax. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have woken up at all.”
This seems to do nothing to make Pegg relax, but he listens as Attano continues.
“You’re a lucky man. That bullet lands an inch in either direction, I’d be talking to a corpse right now. It is that officer, Cade was his name. He’s reckless, and he needs to pay.”
Attano smiles, but it is not a reassuring smile. It’s cold and chilling.
“You have the power to make him pay. Benjamin, you need to use that power. Don’t take this lying down but stand up to the power. I think a formal complaint would be a good start.”
Attano stands, squeezing Pegg’s shoulder and causing another grimace of pain, and a sharp exhale of breath.
“You can end his career, Pegg. You need to make sure his recklessness doesn’t rub off on anybody else. The next person who gets in his way may not be so lucky.”
Attano smiles to himself as he leaves, Pegg lying back into his pillow to think about what Attano has presented him.
Cut.
Burned Man and Colt Ramsey don’t look keen to team, but they’ll have to get along if they want to stand a chance against Hera and The Hunter!
The former Odd Couple starts us off as Colt locks up with Narcissa! The Journo has the strength advantage and he whips The Designer across the ring and catches her with a rising knee! He rains down a few stiff boots before lifting her up- POKE IN THE EYES BY HERA!
SHE FOLLOWS UP WITH A SLAP TO THE FACE! Colt gets whipped to Narcissa’s corner and she tags in Luther! Grim slingshots over with a bulldog to Ramsey! Colt gets German suplexed by the Apex Predator across the ring! BLOOD SPORT! BROGUE- NO! DROPKICK TO THE KNEE BY COLT!
Colt tags in a reluctant Burned Man who rises to the top rope! FROM THE GODS! DIVING ELBOW DROP TO GRIM! The Mummy peels him up and goes for a powerbomb! But he’s not strong enough to lift Luther! BACK BODY DROP BY THE HUNTER! Grim catches Burned Man with a soccer kick!
The former hero gets lifted up by his bandages and whipped to the turnbuckle! GREAT PURSUIT! SPEAR! BURNED MAN GETS SKEWERED! Narcissa rushes across the ring! HIGH FASHION! SPINNING HEEL KICK TO COLT! Luther covers! One! Two! Three!
Luther and Narcissa prove too formidable as they topple Colt and The Burned Man here tonight!
WINNERS: NARCISSA & LUTHER GRIM
DEEP THROAT, II
Continued from before…
Flutter.
The air in The Clinic goes cold as Tombstone appears in the doorway, a long shadow covering the sterile workspace. Nurse Frightengale exchanges a look with Dr. Death, stepping away at a nod from the Luchadoc.
“Tombstone,” Dr. Death greets, busying himself with a table covered in vials and dark concoctions, “What brings the elusive Ferryman of souls to my humble clinic?”
Ignoring the nicety, Tombstone closes the gap between he and Death quickly.
“You play a dangerous game, Doctor. Interfering in affairs you barely comprehend.”
The Luchadoc scoffs, sitting back into a chair.
“I can say the same about you, Ferryman. You know nothing about who I am, or what I comprehend.”
Tombstone notes the challenge within the doctor’s words, standing tall beneath the disjointed statement.
“El Mariachi Muerte,” he begins, “Is being wooed by The Third Eye. Did you comprehend that?”
Death’s grip tightens around the vial he holds, but he maintains his composure.
“I know what you’re trying to do. You know, as I do, that a Mariachi partnering with a group with the reach of the Third Eye will negatively impact my mission. But you should also know that I fear no one, Ferryman. Not even you.”
Dr. Death’s voice cuts across the clinic, filled with resolute defiance.
“Mayhaps not Death,” Tombstone coldly responds, “but we all have a role to play in Arcadia.”
He advances towards the doctor, deadly silence compacting between them.
“I warn you, Death. Stay away from Drewitt.”
“Why?” Death retorts, throwing caution to icy wind, “So YOU can ferry him away to the other side… For what purpose? Some grand cosmic plan?”
Tombstone shifts, a wisp of nocturnal chill swirling around him.
“You have your mission, Death. I have mine. We all serve our purpose. Perhaps you’re just too blinded by your own mortality to see it.”
Flutter.
Tombstone vanishes, his final words resting on the air.
“Focus on your Mariachi, leave Drewitt out of it.”
Left alone, Dr. Death contemplates, his gaze fixated on where Tombstone had stood, his mind racing with implications.
Cut.
OSW Champion Dr. Death takes on the seemingly unkillable Drewitt, can the Champ topple the giant or will the good doctor find himself looking at the lights tonight?
The bell rings and Death looks to keep The Explorer on his toes looking for the Handspring Cutter – LEATHAL INJECT-NO GERMAN SUPLEX COUNTER by Drewitt sends the Doctor flying across the ring! Drewitt stays keeping his eyes on the OSW Champion by snatching Luchadeath up and driving him down with – THE SIGHTSEER – Impaler DDT!
Drewitt into the cover… ONE… TWO… THR- NO! Luchadoc gets a foot on the bottom rope! The Pilgrim looks to pick up Dr. Death only to catch a thumb to the eye slipping past the mask of the bigger man staggering him. CODE BLUE – the Sunset Flip Powerbomb from out of nowhere held for the cover!
ONE…KICK-OUT WITH AUTHORITY by The Wandering Nightmare! The Doc looks to get back to his feet, but he’s intercepted by The Fabled who gets him up on his shoulders Burning Hammer – TRAVELLERS GAMBIT – lays out the Champion! Drewitt into the cover again, ONE… TWO… THR-SHOULDER JUST OFF THE CANVAS!
The Fabled peels the Doc off the canvas setting up the Champion for a Running Powerslam but Luchadeath slips out the backdoor locking in the Million Dollar Dream – ANESTHESIA! The grapevine is locked in, but Drewitt is still on feet staggering toward the ropes! Luchadoc sensing The Fabled is going to get to the ropes releases the hold twisting the mask of The Explorer blinding the big man. Drewitt attempts to fix his mask, but he thrusts out his hand and instinctively goozling Luchadeath hitting a Massive Chokeslam – ARDUOUS JOURNEY! Drewitt falls into the cover hooking the leg… ONE… TWO… THREE!
The giant has fell the Champion, in a tremendous victory for the Explorer!
WINNER: DREWITT
HUNTING FOR A DEAL
The halls of Arcadia find Luther Grim stalking them, Double Feature Championship slung over his shoulder. He sniffs the air, as if picking up a familiar scent. Moments later, Aarman Fidel rounds a corner and comes into view. He’s holding a pile of papers, and breaks into a charming smile when he sees Grim.
“Well, well, well… How lucky to happen upon you here. Have you considered my request any further? I feel perhaps you may have reached your conclusion too rapidly last week.”
He catches the look in the eye of Grim and backtracks somewhat.
“Understandable of course. You needed to prepare. But now? Your alliance would go so far in taking down Nergal once and for all.”
Grim balls a fist.
“It is not my fight. You cannot buy me.”
Fidel smiles, the rejection not seeming to faze him. He simply hands Grim one of the pieces of paper he holds.
“Nergal will not keep me down. She tried to kill Eden, but she’s going to have to take it out of my cold, dead hands. Eden lives on and I will not be intimidated. Here…” He thrusts the paper into Grim’s chest. A paper advertising the reopening of Eden. “Next week, we open the doors once more and stand defiantly her path. Come along, look and see that I still have many friends in high places that remain loyal to my success. You could count yourself among them.”
Fidel moves on, Grim almost instantly screwing the flyer up. That is until a shape seems to materialize in front of him. A cloud of locusts, which fade to reveal Nergal herself glaring at Grim. She points to him, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth.
“You will stay out of this, or you will be next.”
She issues the warning and disappears as quickly as she had appeared. Grim scowls, unfolding the screwed up paper and shaking his head.
Cut.
CHINESE WHISPERS
The Office.
In the office of Max Meadows – one that used to belong to the Red Hood, the Guvnor now sits in a chair, feet on the table and cigar in his mouth.
He takes a puff, when suddenly, a gruff whispering voice startles him from behind.
“Don’t turn around,” the voice says carefully. “There’s something coming.”
Max doesn’t understand.
“What the fuck do you mean? Show yourself.”
“I won’t,” the person says carefully. “But there’s an Uprising in Deathrow. They’re gaining traction and will shortly be coming for your head.”
Meadows doesn’t turn around.
“How do you know?” He asks.
There’s a pause.
“That isn’t of your concern. What’s of your concern is that someone on Deathrow wants you dead. They want to overthrow your regime and they’re coming.”
A door opens, squeaking as it does.
The person begins to make their exit.
“When the time is right, you’ll have my support. Until then, watch your back Mr. Meadows.”
Shut.
Meadows stands up and rushes to the door, opening it; but there’s no sign of whoever just left.
He thinks about it for a moment and closes the door.
“An Uprising, aye? What am I, Zeus?” He scoffs.
Cut.
Jackson Cade has faced many a strange character in his patrols of Arcadian streets but non more then the twisted madness of Scissors. Can Perseus survive or will he be another victim of the Marionettist?
The bell sounds as Scissors rushes out of the corner, leaping forward with a crossbody that wipes out an surprised Cade. Both men fall to the mat as Scissors tries to mount Cade with the ground and pound but Perseus easily slips out, drilling a rising Scissors with a kick to the dome that stuns the bigger man before he rushes to the ropes, bouncing off
BREACH AND CLEAR! Slingblade drops Scissors to the mat but he quickly stumbles up as Cade drops him with a second Slingblade and a third before he backs up into the corner, looking to kick Scissors head off as the Marionettist slowly stumbles up to his feet but the attempted Superkick is countered as Scissors grabs Cade in mid-leap
SLAMMING HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A QUICK SNIP POWERSLAM! Scissors nearly plants Cade through the mat but he’s not done with his new playmate as he peels Cade up to his feet before he underhooks both arms and begins raining down headbutt after headbutt. Cade’s blood soon coats that sadistic mask before he lifts Cade into the air and delivers a little Mary Murder with a sickening Piledriver.
That should be it there but Scissors still wants to play as he pulls Cade up off the mat, Perseus limp in his arms before he turns him around and CUTS THE STRINGS! Brutal Full Nelson Suplex is kept down for the pinfall and the one…two…three!!!
Scissors destroys another person here tonight as Jackson Cade tried to fight but all he could do is survive the madness of the Tag Team Champion
WINNER: SCISSORS
THE ANSWERS YOU SEEK II
Outside the main halls of the APD, we find the Tactical Examination Correspondent taking its leave, ready to carry out its scheduled tasks…until it hears a voice speaking from a nearby communication device. A voice belonging to someone who is taking a big risk reaching out around these parts.
Narcissa Balenciaga.
“Hello, TEC,” the leader of the Uprising whispers over the crackling frequency, drawing a cold, metallic stare from the Automaton. “Still seeking some answers, by chance?”
TEC takes a moment to process the inquiry, some key components not quite connecting…something the Automaton is quick to point out.
“What do you know of my search?”
“Word gets around quick in the Uprising,” states Narcissa plainly, broken up slightly with a chuckle. “Besides, we are in a position to help you with the answers you seek…provided you can do something for the cause. There are files inside that APD database, things we need removed from–“
“No.”
The firm, robotic tone coming from TEC takes Narcissa by surprise as the Automaton presses on.
“Your request is something I cannot comply with. It is against my programming to tamper with APD files and information.”
“We’ll see about that,” Narcissa responds sternly, before the frequency cuts itself dead before a nearby APD officer can approach it. The officer simply looks at the device in confusion, even more so as TEC simply walks off without another word.
Cut.
ON MY SIDE II
Backstage, Grimskull prowls the halls, looking as he goes. After a few moments, he seems to find what he’s looking for, and steps away from the main hall into a side hall. And there, alone, stands El Mariachi Muerte.
“Mariachi,” says Grimskull, matter-of-factly.
“Don’t bother, ese, I have already had Vision in one ear, I need to keep the other clear for traces of La Musica.”
Grimskull, softer than usual, responds.
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” he says. “I know that you know your own mind. Nothing I could say would make you decide to do anything you don’t want to do.”
He goes to walk away.
“It’s just…” says Grimskull, shaking his head and walking away again.
“…Go on?” asks El Mariachi Muerte, intrigued.
“I bet Vision has offered you the world, if you join his side against me. I’m not here to offer you the world. What I am here to offer you is twofold. One: I can offer you the truth. Vision is lying to you to make you join his cause. I heard him last week, dancing around the issue of La Musica. He knows no more about it than I do. Two: I can offer you something everyone wants. You see, Muerte, I know all about pain. And it’s my bet that you’d quite like to see Dr. Death experience some of that first-hand.”
The Mariachi looks intrigued.
“That said,” says Grimskull. “I’m not going to push you either way. I’ll be here next week, whether you side with the truth, or you side with a liar. Take your pick, but I think you’d rather be on my side.”
As Grimskull leaves, the usual hardness returns to his face, his softer demeanor all an act!
Cut.
J
It is time for the main event and the rewind championship is on the line! Will Harold Attano beat Tombstone and become somebody? We find out now!
DING! DING! The competitors lock up and Tombstone uses his strength and he’s forcing Attano to back up towards a corner! Harold uses a free leg and front kicks Tombstone right in the kneecap! Tombstone drops to a knee and Attano follows with a big boot to the face!
Tombstone is down and Attano makes a rapid cover! ONE … TWO … THR-NO! Tombstone throws Attano off with ease! Plenty of fight still left in him! Attano mounts Tombstone and rocks him with massive rights! Right after right until Tombstone grips his throat! Goozle! Attano is shocked and struggling to breathe!
Attano looks like he is fading and he suddenly falls on top of Tombstone! Knee right to the nether region! Tombstone instantly lets go with his eyes wide open in pain! The ref doesn’t see that part but they see Attano on top like a cover! ONE … TWO … THR-NO! Tombstone gets a shoulder up!
Attano gets up and starts stomping away on Tombstone! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Multiple stomps until Tombstone catches a foot! He stands up with foot still in hand! He rushes to the ropes and flips Attano over the ropes! Attano spills to the outside! Tombstone follows him on a mission!
He yanks up Attano! He hoists him up! ODE TO CHARON ON THE APRON! Attano gets wrecked by that massive jackknife powerbomb! Attano’s back is arching in pain! Tombstone pulls Attano up and tosses him back into the ring! Tombstone follows and makes the cover! ONE … TWO …THR-NO! Attano barely gets a shoulder up!
Tombstone pulls Attano up and he’s going for his namesake! He’s got him in the tombstone position! Attano wriggled out backwards and reversed that into a tombstone position of his own! Attano sits hard! Sit-out piledriver! Attano instantly covers! ONE …TWO… THR-NO! Tombstone gets the shoulder up!
Attano gets in the corner waiting for Tombstone to get up! Tombstone pulls himself up! KNEECAP! Attano nails the shotgun dropkick to the knee! Tombstone falls to a knee and Attano follows with a superkick! HEADSHOT! Attano makes a cover! ONE … TWO … THR-NO! Tombstone still has that fight left in him!
Attano is done messing around! CODE OF SILENCE! He locks in the bulldog choke! Tombstone is struggling as he tries to drag himself to the ropes! Attano is holding on with everything he has but Tombstone is dragging him with every inch he crawls! He gets his hands on a bottom rope! Attano is forced to let go!
Attano is not pleased and he grabs Tombstone by the hair and drags his face against the bottom rope! He blinds Tombstone! He pulls Tombstone’s head onto the bottom rope! His head is dangling in a precarious position! Attano goes to the top rope!
What is this nobody thinking! He dives off the top rope with a knee drop! Tombstone gets out of the way on the last second! His knee hits the apron hard and he crashes to the floor! Tombstone takes his opportunity to breathe as Attano is in agony on the outside!
Attano knows he has to get back in the ring before Tombstone fully recovers! He rolls back in and charges! Hidden blade! No! His knee gives out before he can nail that strike! Tombstone takes advantage of the opportunity and clutches the throat! FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS! Tombstone got all of that falling chokeslam to the knee! Tombstone covers! ONE … TWO … THREE!
Tombstone has done it and is still your rewind champion!
WINNER AND STILL REWIND CHAMPION: TOMBSTONE
WOKE II
With the main event coming to its conclusion, Harold Attano steadies himself after the war only to see an all too familiar figure marching along the entranceway, eyeballing him. Jackson Cade approaches, and he looks pissed.
Attano smirks, holding his arms out and looking perplexed.
“What the hell do you want?”
Cade doesn’t even wait till he’s in the ring before he shouts at Attano.
“Cut the crap. What did you say to him?”
Naturally, Attano has no idea what Cade is talking about. As Cade slides into the ring, he answers simply.
“Who?”
Cade is in his face now, looking dead set to punch Attano square in his smirking mug.
“You know exatly who. Imagine my fucking surprise when I pay a visit earler this week to the man who fell victim to that tragic accident and he won’t even see me. I know you got to him Attano, so what exactly did you say to him?”
Attano pleads innocent, backing away slightly but Cade isn’t having it.
INCENDIARY ROUND!
THE BULLHAMMER ELBOW DROPS ATTANO!
But Cade’s attention is stolen away from any follow up assault, as his eyes catch the entranceway to the arena. Standing there, wincing in pain as he begins slowly hobbling towards the ring is Benjamin Pegg himself. Cade watches him approach, eagerly helping him into the ring.
“Mr. Pegg, I’m so glad that you’ve decided to see me. I’m sure we can clear all of this up. Just let me-”
“Shut up!”
Pegg’s voice almost explodes out of him, silencing Cade in an instant.
“It’s all about you, isn’t it. Saving face and making sure that the name of the APD doesn’t get dragged through the mud. You’re meant to protect and serve the people of Arcadia.”
He pulls up his shirt, showing his bloodied bandaged torso.
“How the fuck is this protecting and serving, asshole?”
Cade is dumbfounded. He has no retort, no reply. Pegg continues as Attano pulls himself to his feet, smirking behind Cade’s back.
“I had to meet you in person, really just look you in the eye before I knew for sure. But now I know, you need to go down Officer Cade. I’ll make damned sure I get your badge.”
He backs away, Jackson still reeling from how far wrong this all seems to have gone for him. Pegg shouts the remark one more time at Cade as he reaches the ropes.
“I’ll have your fucking badge, Mister Cade.”
Cut.