BREAKOUT
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Amataga Tuga.
He sits in solitary confinement, a straight jacket wrapping his arms around his body tightly. The wounds of his torture by Harvey Escher remain. When the cell door opens, he knows what that means.
More.
More torture. More pain.
Two guards strut into the room, one clicking his knuckles with a grin of excitement in accompaniment. They loom over Tuga, who bows his head. He knows what’s coming.
“Knock Knock!” One of them says, as the other circles.
“You’re a vile piece of shit, Tuga,” one of the guard hisses angrily at him. “Maxy-boy has given us free reign to whoop you into shape. As you can tell, we’re not emotional about it.”
The other guard laughs.
“You tell him Johnny,” he cackles back.
Johnny approaches, bending down into a squat.
“My buddy Lee here wants to introduce you to a little friend of his,” he says, looking back at Lee with a smile. Lee produces a Crowbar, looking at it with some affection. “What do you call it?”
Lee sadistically puts the crowbar to his face.
“I call it my Smile.”
“He calls it his smile!” Johnny proudly exclaims. “Do you think it’ll make you smile, Tuga? You seem… uncertain.”
Suddenly, Amataga lunges upwards with a vicious Headbutt that catches Johnny right under the nose, sending it back up inside his head. The power of such kills him instantly, dropping him backwards like a sack of shit.
As Johhny hits the ground with a thud, his eyes rolled back into his head, Lee audibly screams his name.
That doesn’t stop Tuga though, who snaps free his straight jacket.
Lee tries to back away, but Amataga reaches out and grabs him, turning him around and slamming thumbs into his eyes. The man screams but is taken down to the floor with such power that his head cracks off it. Tuga pushes his eyes into the back of his head until he stops screaming, blood squirting in every direction.
Amataga Tuga is free.
SIRENS
Panic.
Alarms and sirens sound on the level of Deathrow, alerting every prisoner to the fact that someone dangerous is on the loose. Max Meadows walks the halls, yelling at prisoners to get back into their cells.
He’s nervous. He’s terrified.
He has every right to be.
Just then, a looming figure appears at the end of the block, shadowed in darkness. Max immediately stops moving, gulping in fear.
Then it runs at him like a freight train.
Before he can say anything or react, he’s grabbed by the throat and lifted off his feet into the air.
It’s Amataga Tuga.
“You fuckin’ demon,” Max says whilst squirming.
Tuga shakes his head.
“Not anymore,” he growls. “The demon is gone.”
He’s about to snap his neck when Meadows pleads – begging for his life.
“Please, don’t do this,” he cries. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you a spot in the King of the Damned. I’ll give you a chance to fight in the tournament!”
Amataga thinks about it, scoffing.
“No.”
“YOU MIGHT GET TO FIGHT ESCHER! HE’S WHO YOU WANT, ISN’T IT!?” Max panics.
Slowly but surely, Tuga lowers The Warden back to his feet, holding him at ground level instead of in the air.
“You fight in the King of the Damned tournament, and you stand a chance of getting into the ring with Harvey Escher – one on one. You fight and my men won’t come after you. You’ll have your freedom and vengeance, I promise.”
The Monster growls deeply, releasing Meadows fully.
“But if you want in, your first match is up next…. Go.”
As Amataga Tuga trundles off towards the ring, Meadows grabs his throat and sighs in relief. He just about survived. Nox may not be so lucky.
No longer held within a straight jacket, Tuga looks relentless! But can Nox put the Demon down?
Tuga is already on a warpath tonight as he bull rushes Nox and slams into him with all of his strength! The Chemist gets flung into the turnbuckle and Tuga hits a stinger splash that damn near bends the turnbuckle! He grabs Nox by the face and Biel tosses him across the fucking ring! Nox is already in dire straights as Tuga is on him again!
POISON MISTER!
YELLOW POISON FIRES FROM HIS CHEST AND TUGA STRUGGLES TO BREATHE!
The Demon falls to a knee with his hands around his throat as he fights for breath! But Nox doesn’t give him the chance as he nails him with a wild knee to the skull! Tuga lands on the ground and Nox leaps on his back!
OXYGEN DEPRIVATION CHAMBER! CAMEL CLUTCH!?
NO!
TUGA STANDS UP WITH NOX ON HIS BACK!
SUICIDE DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE! TUGA LEAPS OVER THE FUCKING ROPES! BOTH MEN LAND IN A FUCKING HEAP OUTSIDE!
The chemist was crushed beneath the Demon’s weight and Tuga is back to his feet! He wraps a hand around Nox’s throat and forces him up before slamming him face first into the iron bars of the nearby cell! He lifts again and chokeslams Nox right against the apron! He gasps for air!
ULUULU! MASSIVE FUCKING HEADBUTT BY TUGA DROPS NOX TO THE GROUND!
Amataga reaches down and grabs for Nox again as he reaches beneath the ring-
ONLY TO GET A PAIR OF SCISSORS TO THE HAND!
Nox is quick to his feet as he grabs a steel chair from beneath the ring! He turns around and cracks it against Tuga’s skull! But The Demon is still fucking standing!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
THREE MASSIVE CHAIRSHOTS FINALLY DROPS TUGA!
Nox puts the chair around Tuga’s neck! He gets onto the apron before Amataga and stir!
HE LEAPS! MASSIVE STOMP CLAMPS THE FUCKING CHAIR DOWN AROUND TUGA’S NECK!
The crack is disgusting as it radiates through Deathrow! Nox looks down at Tuga for a moment before beginning to walk away! He’s done it!
Or has he?
The Chemist stops in his tracks as Tuga rises behind him! He tries to run but The Demon is relentless!
SPEAR! MASSIVE SPEAR SENDS NOX THROUGH THE STEEL STEPS!
Nox is sent sprawling and Tuga grabs the steps! He lifts them up with unmatched strength and brings them down on Nox over and over as he crushes him into the floor! Tuga forces Nox back to his feet and lifts him overhead!
HE THROWS HIM BACK INTO THE RING!
Nowhere to run and Nox climbs to his feet using the ropes! Tuga is quickly in pursuit! He rushes Nox!
AND RUNNING INTO THE DROP TOE HOLD!
Nox leaps onto his back!
OXYGEN DEPRIVATION CHAMBER! CAMEL CLUTCH! HE LOCKS IN THE CLUTCH!
Tuga fights for his life as Nox pulls back with all of his might!
TUGA PUSHES HIM OFF! NOX TURNS AROUND!
SUMMON THE DEMON! SAMOAN SPIKE TO THE NECK! NOX HITS THE GROUND LIKE A TON OF BRICKS!
He’s knocked out fucking cold! Tuga advances!
The Demon is unstoppable on his warpath here tonight!
WINNER AND ADVANCING: AMATAGA TUGA
A FAMILY THAT DIES TOGETHER:
The smoke has barely cleared from the war we just witnessed between Nox and Amataga Tuga. The crowd, still on the edge of their seat, slowly begins to ripple like a shockwave, the din and clamor going silent.
One voice rises above the rest, a voice that cuts through Amataga Tuga like a knife to bone.
“You put on quite the show, Tuga,” the voice drawls. The inmates part like a sea, and Harvey Escher emerges, a twisted smile etched onto his face, his pale eyes cold, focused intently on Tuga.
“I do cherish our little gatherings,” he continues, his voice as daunting as the eerie stillness surrounding him. “Almost as much as I enjoyed…”
His words hang in the air, a chilling echo of his gruesome acts.
“You know, I think I knew them more far more intimately than you ever could, monster.” Harvey continues. “Maybe I’m their real family, the one who took care of them in their final moments. After all, a family that dies together…”
The roar that comes out of the Demon is inhuman. Growling, Tuga’s skin flushes with pure rage, his fists clenching so tight they almost draw blood.
But his eyes, they’re deadly quiet, threatening to unleash themselves upon the man who had taken everything from him. He gathers himself, a lethal predator ready to pounce and then, with a thunderous roar, he leaps.
INTO THE FUCKING CROWD!
He moves like a blur, a dark shadow flinging itself into the fray, the crowd screaming and scattering as he barrels through.
As quickly as he leaps, he vanishes, swallowed up by the throng of spectators.
The Demon is loose. Harvey Escher may regret his actions here tonight.
Cut.
This first-round match sees the Warden of Deathrow take on The Gray Man, as Max Meadows and Aster Grey square off!
Meadows immediately goes on the attack as he charges at Gray, sending him to the ropes as he looks for a clothesline on the rebound…but Aster ducks it, instead launching himself at the Warden with a forearm smash!
This sends Meadows reeling back, allowing Gray to lay into him with some hard right hands toward the corner, quickly followed by some stomps to the midsection until Meadows drops to the canvas.
Gray sees an opportunity here as he takes a couple steps back…before rushing the Warden with a basement dropkick to the face!
But before he can make the cover, Meadows escapes Aster’s grasp by rolling out of the ring!
Max takes a breather on the outside before Grey follows him, leading to a chase around the ring…until Max blindsides The Gray Man with a shoulder tackle!
The Warden looks cocky as he brings Aster back to a standing position…before driving his back into the ring post with a thud!
Meadows can’t seem to help himself now, mocking Gray as he kicks at his fallen opponent…until Gray lunges at him!
Gray starts unloading a flurry of offense, driving Meadows back until he sends the Warden right into the steel steps!
Gray seems to be taking back control of the situation here as he stalks Meadows, who is slow to his feet after the impact of crashing into those steel steps.
Gray grabs the Warden by the neck, but Meadows quickly turns it around by slamming him headfirst into the steps!
Aster is stunned for a moment, allowing Meadows a chance to send him back into the ring before sliding in with a smirk on his face, telling Mr. Gray to get back to his feet…a request which Aster eventually obliges.
There’s a snarl on his face as Gray charges toward Meadows, who catches The Gray Man with a boot…and another…and then hits the ropes for a running claymore kick!
THREE STRIKES!
Meadows is visibly frustrated to say the least as he brings Mr. Gray back to his feet, shouting at him as he lays in some hard lefts and rights…but Gray fights back with punches of his own!
He’s got Meadows reeling now, and that may be just where he wants him as he catches the Warden with a double underhook DDT right into the canvas!
KINDNESS!
Despite his best effort, Grey can’t put Meadows away as the Warden isn’t out cold.
Max fights his way back to a vertical base, beating Aster down before spinning him around for a full nelson!
LIFE SENTENCE!
Gray is fighting tooth and nail to escape the hold as Meadows reaches to clasp his hands…but Gray breaks out!
Now it’s Gray wearing down the Warden…until he grabs him by the goozle, hoisting him up for a chokeslam!
ALL GRAY!
The Warden is out and Aster Grey picks up the win to advance!
WINNER AND ADVANCING: ASTER GREY
I REMEMBER YOU
Backstage, there’s hurried movement as people try to get out of the way of The Demon, who is on a rampage, trying to lay his hands on Harvey Escher.
As he rounds a corner he bumps into someone who hasn’t taken heed to move out of the way like everyone else. But it’s not Escher. It’s Jasper Redgrave, who is talking to CJ Thorpe.
Tuga looks Redgrave up and down as he turns to see who bumped into him.
“Stand there staring much longer, Demon, and I’ll have painted a portrait of you.”
Tuga grunts.
“I know who you are,” he says, gruffly.
Redgrave grins.
“Oh? And why is that?” he asks.
“When my sister was murdered, your name was on everyone’s lips. Redgrave, Redgrave, Redgrave.”
The smirk disappeared from Jasper’s face, little by little, as Amataga Tuga explains.
CJ Thorpe, who has been quite until now, pipes up.
“His name was on everyone’s lips? What does that mean?”
Amataga Tuga opens his mouth to speak, but Jasper beats him to it.
“Oh it’s nothing, Thorpe,” he starts, ushering him away from The Demon. “My work is renowned all across Arcadia, that is all he means.”
CJ Thorpe shoots him half a glance but Jasper gets his way as the two disappear out of shot.
Meanwhile, Amataga Tuga still needs to find Harvey Escher, so he starts his rampage back up.
Cut.
Will the Diorama Killer or The Truth come out on top in this opening round contest?
The bell rings and Prophet looks to his gang mates conglomerated on one side of the ring, not sure what to make of the sadistic-looking Escher who stands across from Prophet twirling his ends of his mustache. Prophet closes in on Escher—
ESCHER DUCKS THE TIE-UP ATTEMPT!
Escher stands behind Prophet now, framing his opponent’s body up with his thumb and index fingers, but the Diorama Killer didn’t see the plot twist coming in this scene—
BIG RIGHT HAND TO THE FACE!
Prophet throws heavy hands, and the force of the punch not only breaks the frame but forcefully knocks Escher backwards towards the ropes in the process. Escher stumbles into the middle rope, holding his face while Prophet looks to follow up—
BIG BOOT TO THE FACE KNOCKS ESCHER THROUGH THE ROPES!
Escher lands with a thud on the outside with a stream of crimson flowing out of his nostrils suggesting his nose may indeed be broken. He slides his sunglasses back up the sore bridge of his nose just in time to see the visage of Prophet jumping off the apron at him—
DOUBLE AXE HANDLE—
AVOIDED BY ESCHER!
Prophet, angered by this game of cat and mouse, turns as quickly as he can and pounces at the reeling Escher—
DROP TOE HOLD—
RIGHT INTO THE RING POST!!
BETTER THAN CHLOROFORM!!
The Rap Superstar is seeing stars and Escher takes advantage, raining down fists, elbows, knees and stomps onto the larger man, doing whatever it takes to keep Prophet dazed before propping him sitting up against that ring post and taking a few steps back.
Escher admires the scene, wiping blood from his nares before taking a snapshot of Prophet and dashing towards him—
KNEE STRIKE TO THE RING POST!!
Prophet narrowly avoided it, and yanks Escher by the tie before unloading vicious-looking punches to his face, each shot splattering a few drops of blood on the apron next to them. Then Prophet shoves Escher backwards into his mob of gang members, who promptly shove him right back at Prophet who pops Escher up into the air—
AND POWERBOMBS HIM ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!
RISE ‘N FALL!!
The rowdy gang members surround Escher on the floor, wildly taunting and barking at the serial killer before prison guards rush in and physically push them back with shields and batons which allows Prophet to roll the groggy Escher back into the ring, following closely behind with a wicked idea in his head.
“Serial killer-“
STOMP!
“Looking like soft core porno material-“
STOMP!!
“He ain’t eating no cereal-“
STOMP!!!
“Just my BIG… BLACK…”
Prophet raises his arms as his gang members shout in unison:
“COCK!”
With that, Prophet gutwrenches Escher and lifts him onto his shoulders, shaking him around violently as the crowd goes into a frenzy—
THE CANADIAN RACK!!!
PROPHET IS SPEAKIN’ THE TRUTH!!!
Escher reaches out in desperation, but Prophet has done too much damage to him, locking his arms around him and continuing to compress Escher’s midsection…
ESCHER’S PASSES OUT
PROPHET WINS!!!
The Truth prophetically advances on to enlighten his next opponent on the way to the crown!
WINNER AND ADVANCING: PROPHET
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
Harvey Escher doesn’t even get a chance to catch his breath as he’s alerted to a new presence very quickly.
AMATAGA TUGA HAS FOUND HIM!
Prophet bails quickly as the Demon wastes no time in lumbering into the ring. The inmates want to see blood, and they’re going to fucking get it.
Amataga Tuga lunges at the Diorama Killer, but before the Demon can land a hit, there’s a rush from the sides, the thud of boots, the ominous clink of chains.
“Enough is enough!”
Max Meadows, the Warden, steps forward, his sharp gaze fixed on Tuga. His guards put themselves between Tuga and a smirking Harvey Escher.
Tuga hesitates, his muscles still tense. He’s trapped, a wild animal cornered, and he knows it. Yet…
HE TEARS RIGHT THROUGH THE GUARDS ANYWAY!
THEY GO FLYING EVERY WHICH WAY AS THE DEMON SCRATCHES AND CLAWS TO GET AT HARVEY ESCHER!
But Harvey has used the opportunity to leave the ring and vanish into the throng of inmates.
More and more guards flood the ring, overwhelming Amataga Tuga with sheer numbers. Finally, they get him restrained, with every gun now pointed directly at his head and heart.
“Done yet?” A sinister grin traces Max Meadows’ lips, the thrill of control on him.
The Warden gets right in a snarling Demon’s face, unafraid.
“If you want Escher,” Max begins, “you do it the right way. My way. The only way you get your hands on Harvey Escher was in this tournament. In the finals. He didn’t make it – that’s your problem. You need to leave, now, otherwise, my men will gun you down like the animal you are.”
A tense moment passes, Tuga ready to strike, and Meadows ready to end him.
But in the end, the Demon’s desire for vengeance wins out as he relaxes and stops straining against the guards.
“Good.” Meadows says. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.”
The Warden leaves the ring, as the guards slowly loosen their restraint on Amataga Tuga.
If he wants Harvey Escher, then he’ll need to find another way.
Two very different art forms clash in this first-round match, as the Madness that is hAyWiRe takes on a violent Artist in Jasper Redgrave!
hAyWiRe immediately rushes Redgrave, putting the Artist through his paces with a flurry of offense that sends the Artist into the corner before charging for a corner splash!
But it goes awry when Redgrave dodges it at the last second, causing the Madness to collide with the turnbuckle instead!
This gives the Artist an opening to make his art at hAyWiRe’s expense, laying in some punches to wear the Madness down before sending him to the canvas with a neckbreaker.
This is quickly followed by some stomps for good measure, before bringing hAyWiRe back to his feet.
This turns out to be a mistake as hAyWiRe rocks Redgrave with a right hand, sending him reeling back before the clown hits the ropes for speed…and absolutely nails the Artist with a cross body!
Redgrave, not letting the Madness get the better of him as he gets back to his feet, eager to teach him a harsh lesson.
Except hAyWiRe doesn’t seem one too eager to learn, instead going right back on the attack with some quick strikes toward the ropes…until Jasper pulls him through the ropes, which sends both men flying out!
They crash to the floor, where both men are struggling to get to their feet…but it’s Redgrave up first, starting to stomp at the Madness until hAyWiRe can get back up…dodging a lariat before connecting with a dropkick that sends Redgrave into the ring post!
Redgrave looks hurt as he tries to get away from hAyWiRe…but the clown dives through the space between the bottom rope and the ring itself, grabbing Jasper by the head before sending him to the floor with a tornado DDT!
hAyWiRe seems almost shocked by what he’s pulled off as he brings the Artist back to his feet once more, this time sending him back into the ring.
Climbing up top, hAyWiRe scouts the fallen Redgrave on the canvas before launching himself for a shooting star press!
A TOUCH OF MADNESS!
BUT JASPER GETS HIS KNEES UP!
hAyWiRe is in a world of hurt as he clutches his back, trying to roll away…but Jasper won’t let him get away that easily.
Instead, Redgrave stands the Madness up before hoisting him as if to deliver a vertical suplex…only to send him crashing back-first into the canvas with a Nightmare Pendulum!
PORTRAIT OF A KILLER!
Slowly rising on his own accord, hAyWiRe tries to fight back as he grabs Redgrave by the head again, this time looking for an Acid Drop off the nearby ropes!
BOOBY HATCH!
Down goes Redgrave, but hAyWiRe isn’t finished yet…instead climbing the turnbuckle once more, leaping off for a second shooting star press!
ANOTHER TOUCH OF MADNESS!
Jasper Redgrave gave it his all but couldn’t stop the Madness as hAyWiRe picks up the win to advance!
WINNER AND ADVANCING: HAYWIRE
SOMETHING FOR THE OCCASION
We find the duo of CJ Thorpe and Nox moving together, both looking out for one another along the hallways of Deathrow. They manage to find a bit of isolation amongst the hustle and bustle, where they are able to speak without interruption. They do so in hushed tones as to not draw attention.
“Things are progressing well.”
Nox nods at the sentiment, knowing what Thorpe speaks about.
“Good. What else must be covered before we are ready?”
A grin forms on the side of Thorpe’s face as he answers Nox’s question.
“At Death Chamber, our big moment requires just one more thing. A special gas, we’ll need something that can fit the bill.”
Nox ponders for a moment, before nodding once more.
“I think I have just the thing, leave it with me… Checkmate.”
Thorpe smiles even wider than before, patting his Uprising counterpart on the shoulder.
“Knew I could count on you. Now, let’s keep our heads up and eyes open.”
The pair leave together, plans laid and progressed. Something big is going to go down at Death Chamber, and if Nox is sourcing gas, it might not end too well for Meadows.
Cut.
The King of the Damned rolls on as the seemingly unstoppable former champion faces off against the living paradox. Who will advance to the finals and who will walk back into their cells a broken shell of a man?
ULUULU! SKULL SHATTERING HEADBUTT NEARLY KNOCKS OUT GRAY THERE AND THEN!
The bell has barely rung but the Demon flies out at full force, sending Gray flying into the turnbuckles. He slowly stirs to his feet but barely gets to a vertical base before Tuga rushes forward, squashing him into corner with all 280+ pounds of pure muscle and rage before unleashing a torrent of fury upon the Lifeless.
Rights, Lefts, Elbows, Knees, followed by another mammoth ULUULU that leaves Gray lifeless in Tuga’s arms before the Demon lifts him up high into the air almost effortlessly before rushing forward
POWERBOMB OVER THE ROPES TO THE UNFORGIVING CONCRETE FLOOR!
Gray crashes down in a heap as Tuga looks on for a moment, staring holes through the slowly rising Paradox, a trickle of blood pooling down his lip as Tuga roars in rage
ETERNAL RAGE! SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES RIGHT INTO GRAY WHO SLAMS HARD INTO THE CELL WALLS, NEARLY BENDING THEM IN FUCKING HALF FROM THE SHEER IMPACT!
There’s no where to run, no where to hide from the brutality of the Demon as Gray doesn’t even get to recover from the back breaking assault as he’s lifted up by the throat. Tuga delivers a pair of open handed palm strikes to the face, nearly shattering his jaw from the impact before Biel tossing him away to the unforgiving concrete. Gray is a broken mess here as he struggles to his feet right into a Goozle.
Tuga lifts him up high,
EYE POKE!
A sickening thumb thrust right into the Demon’s eye leaves him screaming out in pain as Gray grabs the distracted Demon around the neck, double underhooking him
AND SHOWS HIM SOME KINDNESS WITH A DOUBLE ARM DDT INTO THE CONCRETE!
Tuga gets spiked but the Demon looks like he barely felt it, already up to one knee as Gray quickly rushes over, trying to grab the nearest weapon he can find. His hands clasp upon the steel steps but he can’t even lift them up fully before before he’s whipped around on his feet
BELL CLAP! GRAY STAGGERS BACK, DROPPING THE STEPS IN SURPRISE BEFORE TUGA THRUSTS FORWARD ONE MAMMOTH FOOT AND BIG BOOTS GRAY RIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLE POSTS!
Gray is showing colour here as a thin trickle of blood pools down his forehead, collapsing onto the base of the steps as Tuga effortlessly picks up the fallen steel steps, raising them up high as he looks to erase the existence of the Gray Man permanently here.
DROP
TOE
HOLD!
Gray counters in mid-swing, tripping Tuga up skull first onto the base of the steps as the upper frame slams down hard
TUGA JUST CON-STAIR-TO’D HIMSELF BUT GRAY ISN’T DOWN, QUICKLY CLIMBING UP TO THE TOP ROPE BEFORE DIVING OFF
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP SANDWICHING TUGA IN BETWEEN THE STEEL STEPS!
A sickening thunk echoes the meeting of steel and bone as this is the opening Aster needed, tossing the steel steps aside before lifting the fallen Tuga up of his feet and into the air with an impressive show of strength
BRAINBUSTER ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
There’s still fight in Tuga here but Gray doesn’t let up, powering the hurting Tuga up to his feet, pummeling him with heavy lefts and rights that daze the Demon more then hurt him before he’s gripped around the head as Gray rushes forward
SLAMMING TUGA HEAD FIRST INTO THE STEEL BARS, BUSTING HIM WIDE OPEN!
But the Demon doesn’t go down the moment the claret begins to rain down his forehead but begins to shake in absolute rage. He lifts one hand up and wipes the blood away, lifting it to his eyes before turning to Gray with an inferno raging inside his eyes.
Aster Gray just fucked around
And the Demon about to make him find out.
SKULL SPLITTING BIG BOOT!
Gray staggers back to his feet right into a heavy flurry of lefts and rights before the Demon grips him around the back of the head and almost lawn darts him into the cell walls. Gray stumbles back, that thin trickle of blood now a gusher as he walks right into a Goozle
BEFORE HE’S SENT DAMN STRAIGHT TO HELL WITH A BRUTAL CHOKESLAM!
This could be the beginning of the end for Aster Gray as Tuga screams out in primal fury, raising one brutal thumb high as the Demon summoning has begun. Gray slowly rises to his feet right into another iron clad grip around his throat as he’s lifted up high in the midst of a primal scream.
SUMMONING THE….
KICK TO THE DICK!
Gray going for a desperation move here to break the hold on his throat as Tuga winces in pain but doesn’t let go. Gray kicks him again and again and again, taking five full on shots to the testicles before Tuga finally lets go of Gray here. Gray stumbles back, trying to gain his breath for a moment before he pulls something from his long coat sleeve.
A single strand of barbed wire. Where the fuck did he get that from? It doesn’t damn matter as Gray wraps one end around both hands, making a makeshift garotte
BEFORE WRAPPING IT AROUND THE THROAT OF TUGA!
Tuga struggles for a moment as the wire cuts into his skin, slowly crushing his windpipe as any other man would be slowly choked into unconciousness but Aster Gray forgot one thing.
Amataga Tuga is a fucking Demon as he simply reaches up and throws Gray over his head with the simplest of ease.
Gray staggers to his feet, ULUULU! SICKENING HEADBUTT STUNS GRAY AS HE’S GOOZLED
AND THE MOTHER FUCKING DEMON IS SUMMONED! SAMOAN SPIKE CRUSHES GRAY’S WINDPIPE AND KNOCKS HIM OUT COLD!
The Demon advances to the finals of the King of the Damned but as the adrenaline fades, Tuga clutches his neck slightly.
WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE FINAL: AMATAGA TUGA
DIRTY BUSINESS
Deep within the cells of Deathrow we come across three familiar faces. Jasper Redgrave stands in front of CJ Thorpe and Prophet, his arms crossed as he speaks.
“We need to discuss something… Or rather, someone.” Jasper is surprisingly to the point, glancing over at Thorpe who nods his head. “There’s a laughing little menace that might get in the way of our plans.”
“Dat purple-haired motha fucka with the lipstick?” Prophet butts in, Jasper simply chuckles at the interjection.
“Exactly. I’m not sure if you’ve seen him moving about the cells, but you’ve definitely heard him. I’m not certain we can exactly trust him, especially if we actually get away with taking down that Warden of ours.” Redgrave shakes his head as he speaks. “Stumbling about, giggling like a maniac. It doesn’t take a genius to see how dangerous someone like him could be.”
“Well,” Thorpe finally speaks, “what do you think we should do? Lock him in the Sanitorium? If we got the key-“
“Not quite, CJ.” The Artist pulls a blade from his coat, making his intentions known. “Containment is simply a bandage. No, we need to silence that clown before he ruins everything we’ve worked for.”
Thorpe is silent, looking at Redgrave for a moment before the sound of Prophet gets their attention once more.
“Shit, I’ll do it.” The rapper cracks his knuckles, sneering as he speaks. “I ain’t got no problem wringin’ his neck or shankin’ his ass. Say the word and he’s fuckin’ dead. Heard?”
“I knew I could rely on you,” Jasper smirks. “If you want his blood on your hands, then be my guest.”
Prophet nods his head, moving from the cell as Jasper stays back with Thorpe, both men continuing their conversation.
Cut.
The King of the Damned rolls onto the Semi-Finals as the Truth faces off against the Madness in order to see who can be the true King of Deathrow.
The bell barely sounds as Haywire rushes at his much larger opponent, ducking and weaving with jabs and strikes before leaping up with a hard enziguri that staggers him back. Haywire rushes to the ropes, ducking underneath a Lariat but as he rebounds again, Haywire leaps into the air
AND GETS TURNED INSIDE WITH A MAMMOTHER LARIAT!
Haywire crashes to the mat, Prophet cracking his knuckles before he mounts the crazed man and begins to show him THE LORD’S HANDS with heavy lefts and rights. Prophet’s heavy hands quickly bust open the cackling madman but he feels no pain from the blows. Indeed each strike just increases the smile on his face until it’s ear to damn ear and pissing Prophet the fuck off.
Prophet punches harder and harder, each blow swinging Haywire’s head back as he begins to laugh. Right, laughter. Left, laughter. Blood is pooling down Haywire’s face and he’s almost in euphoric glee. Prophet slams down hard with double fists, nearly knocking Haywire out cold right there and then before lifting up the psychotic fucker and running forward.
RUNNING POWERBOMB OVER THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE….
HAYWIRE CATCHES HIMSELF ON THE CELL WALLS!
He leaps off the walls, landing on the ropes before springboarding off
BASKET CASE! DOUBLE JUMP SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA SENDS PROPHET TO THE OUTSIDE INSTEAD!
Prophet lands on his feet, fury in his eyes but he almost doesn’t see Haywire who’s already rushing to the ropes, leaping up to the top before diving off.
MOON….CONCRETE! Prophet just walks away as Haywire crashes and burns onto the hard concrete floor. Prophet just sneers as he lifts the dazed crazed up to his feet, rocking him with a headbutt before gripping him around the back of the neck
AND LAWN DARTING HIM INTO THE CELL BARS!
Haywire crashes neck first with a sickening thud, eyes glazed over as he’s dazed on his feet stumbling into a goozle as he’s lifted high into the air with a Gorilla Press
BEFORE POWERSLAMMED NEARLY THROUGH THE CONCRETE FLOOR BY ARCADIAZ MOST WANTED!
Haywire felt every ounce of that power but he’s still conscious as Prophet powers him up to his feet, rocking his smaller frame with knee after knee trying to break the madmans ribs before he lifts him up high in the air, trying to Powerbomb him into the Steel Cell but Haywire manages to grab onto the bars, clinging onto them for dear life as blood still pools down his face.
Prophet pulls as hard as he can, trying to break the hold as Haywire tries valiantly to cling on, the blood pooling into his mouth
BEFORE HE SPITS IT INTO PROPHET’S FACE!
The Truth staggers back, blinded from the blood, Haywire leaping off as he tries for a Tornado DDT but Prophet powers him off. Haywire lands on his feet, turning right into a Pump Kick that nearly breaks his damn jaw. Haywire’s stunned as Prophet lifts him up again,
RISE-N-FALL! POWERBOMB INTO THE STEEL CELL WALL!
Haywire crumples to the ground, Prophet finally wiping the rest of the blood out of his eyes with only the fury left inside. He stares down at the persistent bastard that is Haywire before reaching into his pants and pulling out a pair of old, weathered knuckle dusters. The rusted steel ain’t anything too special but they break bones and fools as Prophet readies Haywire to feel some truth.
He lifts up the smaller man, pummeling him with heavy enhanced lefts and rights to the gut before gripping him around the forehead, ready to show him the hands of the Lord, swinging back with a hard right
BUT HAYWIRE BITES DOWN ON THE HAND THAT HOLDS HIM!
Prophet drops him with a yell of pain before Haywire begins unleashing headbutt after headbutt, his blood staining the ebony forehead of the Truth, dazing the bigger man before Haywire backs up
AND FIELD GOAL KICKS PROPHET RIGHT IN THE CROWN JEWELS!
Prophet drops to his knees in pain as Haywire quickly leaps off the cell bars
TORNADO DDTING PROPHET INTO THE CONCRETE!
Prophet is dazed but not out as Haywire quickly rushes into the ring, leaping off the ropes with a fluid motion
AND DELIVERING A POWDER KEG OF A CANNONBALL SPLASH RIGHT ONTO PROPHET’S SKULL!
Prophet somehow still is concious but he’s hurting as Haywire smiles that sadistic ear to ear grin knowing his prey is right where he wants them. The Madman pulls up the apron for a moment, clearly looking for something as he smiles before pulling out a weapon just as crazed as he is.
A motherfucking Crowbar.
Haywire twirls it in his hands, practically begging for Prophet to get to his feet as the Truth does, leaping up with a surprise right but Haywire deflects it before swinging the crowbar down
ONTO PROPHET’S HAND AS A SICKENING CRACK IS HEARD THROUGHOUT DEATHROW!
The Truth screams in agony, holding his broken hand before a shot to the back of the skull dazes him and Haywire places the crowbar around his skull
TWISTED MADNESS! CROWBAR ENHANCED BACKSTABBER! THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE AS PROPHET IS OUT COLD!
Haywire moves onto the finals of the King of the Damned, the madman looking crazed as he looks to become the King of Deathrow.
WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE FINAL: HAYWIRE
DIRTY BUSINESS II
With the match over, Haywire laughs profusely. He rolls out of the ring, only to be stopped by four members of Prophet’s crew. The Rapper grabs himself a microphone as they block Haywire’s path, forcing him to turn back.
“Did you think it was that simple, dawg?” Prophet demands to know, pacing the ring. “I don’t fuckin’ like you and I don’t fuckin’ trust you.”
Haywire rolls back under the bottom rope.
“Ooh what’s the matter?” He snarls back at the rapper. “You don’t like ickle ol’ me? Are you afraid of clowns?”
Prophet steps to him.
“I ain’t afraid of shit,” he roars. “Check it.”
“I was asked to kill he who couldn’t be trusted,
Pop a cap in his ass, cos that mother fucker busted.
My plan in the match, that shit went Haywire.
But I’m still the King, and you’re gonna expire.”
Suddenly, the clown lunges forward, hugging the rapper. He immediately stops talking, abruptly and with a squint.
“Ah,” he groans.
“Please, continue,” Haywire begs. “I was enjoying my song. What happened? Cat got your tongue?”
Haywire pulls backwards revealing a hidden shiv that he’s just plunged deep between the ribs of Prophet. The rapper falls backwards in a stumble, landing on the ropes. He’s gasping for air. His men quickly rush to his aide as Haywire steps back, laughing.
“I’d get him some help boys,” he says between giggling.
As they help him exit the ring, Haywire stands over the pool of blood – his match in the final with Amataga Tuga is next.
This is it, the finals of the first ever King of the Damned. Both competitors are bloodied and beaten but will it be the demonic uncrowned champion emerging with the crown or the psychopathic madman who sits upon the throne?
RUNNING TORNADO….NO! Haywire rushes out of the gate, gripping Tuga by that damaged neck as he tries to spike him into the mat but the Demon is too powerful as he throws Haywire off nearly cleanly out of the ring. Haywire lands on his feet rushing forward right into a Big Boot that nearly takes his damn head off, the madman staggering back into his feet into a pair of hands around his throat
BIEL TOSS OVERHEAD RIGHT INTO THE CELL BARS!
Haywire crashes down on the cold hard concrete like a sack of shit, a simple moved turned brutal from the Demon who breaths heavily, Tuga feeling the affects of the semi-final for a moment before he rolls out of the ring to grab his prey. Haywire gets roughly pulled to his feet, Tuga rocking him with rib shattering knees to the midsection before lifting him up by the throat with both hands.
CURSE OF THE DEMON! DOUBLE HAND CHOKEBOMB INTO THE CELL BARS!
Haywire slams hard into the steel, bending the bars from the sheer force and nearly breaking his spine in the process. Tuga just watches him fall with a sneer on his face, letting him collapse for a few moments before roughly pulling him up to his feet
BIEL TOSS INTO THE RING POST…NO! Haywire clings onto the post, slingshotting himself into the ring and leaping onto the top rope in one fluid motion before diving off
TORNADO DDT! TUGA GETS SPIKED DOWN HARD ONTO HIS INJURED NECK!
Haywire doesn’t let up, running into the ring again as Tuga slowly pulls himself up before Slingshotting over the ropes with a legdrop onto the kneeling Tuga’s neck!
The Demon staggers up to his feet, holding his neck in pain as Haywire rushes at him but runs right into a hand around his throat
ONE HANDED CHOKESLAM ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!
The madman damn nearly bounces off the steel, Tuga roaring in anger before he lifts Haywire up off his feet once again with a hand around his throat, hoisting him up high but instead of a chokeslam, Tuga just begins to choke the life out of Haywire!
The madman tries fighting out, clawing and scraping at the hand but the Demons grip is iron tight as he begins to crush down on the larynx, trying to break the windpipe of his unfortunate victim, Haywire slowly beginning to fade out but with a last grasp of strength he swings his legs upwards and wraps them around Tuga’s throat
LEAVING TUGA BREATHLESS WITH A HANGING TRIANGLE!
Tuga’s grip on Haywire’s throat begins to slip as the Demon feels the agony of his bad neck, the hand falling away as the Demon drops down to one knee, his whole body wracked with pain as now it’s his turn to slowly fade away. But Tuga won’t go down like this as with an almighty roar, he powers up to his feet, Haywire still clinging to his neck as he rushes forward
POWERBOMB INTO THE STEEL BARS! POWERBOMB ONTO THE STEEL STEPS! RUNNING RELEASE POWERBOMB ONTO THE CONCRETE!
TARTARUS’S JUDGEMENT!
Haywire looks like a broken mess on the floor, damn lucky to not have broken a bone or several from the sheer force but Tuga can’t follow up, clutching his neck in agony as his wars tonight have taken a clear toll but he seems to be far better off then his opponent who’s barely able to get up off the ground let alone stand.
Tuga slowly walks forward, peeling Haywire up off the ground by the back of his head, as the Madman scrambles for something, anything to fight back and his hands clasp upon a fallen weapon right as Tuga lifts him up high, staring down Haywire face to face. The Demon just boring daggers into his skull with fury in his eyes, a fury that’s replaced with absolute pain.
AS HAYWIRE EMBEDS THE SHARP END OF THE CROWBAR INTO TUGA’S FOOT!
The Demon screams in pain, letting go of Haywire who pulls the crowbar out, blood arcing through the air before he sweeps the leg with a brutal shot to the tibia. Tuga falls to one knee, before Haywire begins unleashing shot after shot to the jaw and face of Tuga. Lefts and rights as blood and teeth shoot around the cell block as Tuga falls to both knees, a bloodied and broken mess.
With a sickening grin upon his face Haywire peels back Tuga’s mouth, placing the cold steel in between his teeth before leaping up
TWISTED FUCKING MADNESS! CROWBAR INFUSED BACKSTABBER!
That has to be it there, Tuga collapsing to the concrete as Haywire pulls the fallen, bloodied crowbar and begins to walk away, his crown practically in his hands but he barely gets a few steps away before a thunderous voice echoes through the cell block.
“I”M NOT DONE YET BOY”
Haywire turns around as Tuga is somehow stirring on his feet, looking deep into Haywire’s eyes with a never ended fury in his eyes as he pulls himself to his feet, Haywire rushing forward crowbar in his hands as he slams it down hard as the sharp point embeds itself into Tuga’s hand.
Even through the pain he powers through, letting the crowbar go straight through his hand as he pulls Haywire forward into ULUUULU! MAMMOTH HEADBUTT BREAKS A FEW TEETH OF HAYWIRE’S! TIT FOR TAT MOTHERFUCKER!
Haywire staggers back, eyes glazed over from the hard blow as Tuga rushes forward, slamming into the madman with heavy open blows, nearly breaking his jaw with each shot before he tries to power him up high but he drops him suddenly, the pain in his neck too much.
Haywire quickly takes control, gripping Tuga by the throat and drilling him into the concrete with not one…not two…but a trifecta of DDTs. Not only busting him open but further damaging that bad neck. The Madman isn’t done though, quickly sliding into the ring and heading up to the top as he quickly dives off
DEMON FUCKING DROP! TUGA CATCHES HIM IN MID-AIR WITH A BACK BREAKING SAMOAN DROP!
Haywire slams down into the concrete, back twitching from the sheer force as the Demon pops up to his feet, roaring in absolute rage. Tuga’s in a blood frenzy here as he pulls Haywire up to his feet, ULUUULU! A SECOND! A THIRD! THREE SKULL CRACKING HEADBUTTS LEAVE HAYWIRE LIMP IN HIS ARMS BEFORE HE LIFTS HIM UP TO HIS FEET!
THE LONG DROP! HAYWIRE GETS PILEDRIVEN INTO THE UNFORGIVING CONCRETE FLOOR!
BUT SOMEHOW HE’S STILL IN THIS FIGHT! WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO PUT DOWN EITHER MAN?
Tuga’s breathing hard, he’s unleashed everything out onto Haywire but one final move, can summoning the last breath of the demon gift him the crown? Tuga grips Haywire by the back of the head, pulling him up to his feet but gets rocked by a sudden jab to the throat, stunning him for a moment before the madman shows off a true display of power, quickly pulling Tuga up onto his shoulders
PERSONALITY DISORDER! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
BUT EVEN THAT WASN’T ENOUGH!
Haywire picks up the fallen crowbar, twirling it in his hands as he stalks the slowly rising Demon before rushing forward
AS THE CROWBAR IS BIG BOOTED BACK INTO HIS SKULL!
Haywire’s stunned on his face before he’s lifted up high in the air, Tuga delivering the Powerbomb onto the steel bars, keeping hold for the Powerbomb onto the Steel Steps but as he lifts him up for the third, he doesn’t release the Powerbomb instead powering Haywire up high into the air, keeping him elevated for ten, fifteen seconds before dropping him down into a Tombstone Piledriver.
PUAPUAGA E LA GATA! ETERNAL FUCKING SUFFERING! HAYWIRE IS OUT COLD!
Tuga collapses to the concrete, the madman just gave The Demon the fight of his life but in the end the uncrowned champion emerged victorious as the crown of the damned is now his.
KING OF THE DAMNED: AMATAGA TUGA
THE END OF CAT AND MOUSE
We have our King of the Damned!
Amataga Tuga has been front and centre tonight, but no more than right now as his hand is raised in victory. He stands in the middle of the ring, the crowd slamming their tin cups against metal bars in excitement.
Just then, Harvey Escher appears.
As if out of no-where, the Diorama Killer has entered the ring behind him and storms him with a blade. He swipes violently at Tuga, who ducks underneath it and grabs him by the throat.
“Finally,” Tuga hisses. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to wring your scrawny neck?”
Escher struggles and still has the blade. HE SLAMS IT INTO TUGA’S SHOULDER!
But the Monster doesn’t budge.
“You killed my sister, then you killed my brother. You’re the reason I’m here, Harvey. You’re the reason I let the demon in.”
“Just get on with it,” Harvey chokes back at him. “Are you going to talk me to death or fucking kill me?”
Tuga smiles.
“Oh, I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“WAIT!”
A voice suddenly roars. It could be Max Meadows, but it isn’t. This voice belongs to a very specific man.
Aster Gray.
Aster slowly walks down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He stands, watching as Escher chokes in the hands of Tuga.
“When the monsters of Deathrow rise, you will be at the fore.”
Those words trigger something in The Monster, who snaps his head to look at him.
Flashback.
Clash #311.
Amataga Tuga sits in his cell, his head lowered as he looks at the ground. He keeps opening and closing his eyes, placing his hands over his ears as he does.
Something is happening.
Something he doesn’t like.
“People don’t know it about you, do they Amataga?”
He begins rocking back and forth.
“When you summon the demon, you actually summon it from within. You know that it exists, don’t you? You feed it when you need it.”
Tuga doesn’t speak, he just tries to drown out the voice with his hands cupped over his ears.
“Relax, I know your struggles. I can feel your pain. I’m not here to make it worse for you, Amataga – quite the opposite, in fact. I’m here to help you.”
He stops rocking.
“I’m here to help you understand it.”
Amataga slowly looks up, his eyes stone cold.
“I’m here to help you control it.”
His eyes shimmer.
“And when the monsters of Deathrow rise, you will be at the fore.”
Present.
“That was you?” He demands to know.
Aster nods.
“I helped you control the demon. I helped you take back control of your life,” he says, now pacing around him in the ring. “And I did so because I knew there would be a day in which we could rise.”
The life force drains from the Diorama Killer with every moment.
“But that doesn’t happen without him,” he says pointing to Harvey. “So, you have to make a choice, Tuga. You can either get vengeance and kill him, or you can spare him for now and get something far greater.”
The Monster tilts his head.
“Freedom.”
To be continued…
Cut.