WHAT IT MEANS TO JACKSON CADE
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Cold open.
We open inside Olympus. Olympus is buzzing. The fans are on their feet, roaring at the stage in which Jackson Cade sits on a chair in the middle of the ring. With his World Championship over his shoulder and a microphone in hand, he sits facing the crowd.
“What does it mean to Jackson Cade?” He ponders out loud, looking towards the OSW World Championship. “It means everything.”
He lowers his head for a moment, composing himself.
“I was at my wits end with life. After Jasper Redgrave killed everything I’ve loved and was taken down without me; I was broken. It wasn’t my finger on the trigger that killed the man who killed parts of me I never knew lived.”
He takes a deep breath.
“I was demoted, kicked out of Eagle Unit and made a beat cop. I heard my brother was alive but haven’t been able to get to him and then someone blew a hole in the Red Light District and I felt helpless to do anything.”
Finally, the OSW World Champion stands.
“Until I won this,” he says, tapping the title. “I was a man on the brink of self-destruction until I became World Champion. It meant that I represented you. It meant that I represented Arcadia.”
The fans cheer as he paces enthusiastically.
“Narcissa Balenciaga once asked me who I want to be,” Cade reminds us. He grabs the OSW World Championship and lifts it into the air above his head. “This is who I want to be.”
With the title raised high into the air, he closes his eyes.
Cut.
Can The Yellow Python carry his momentum from his debut victory against former Double Feature and Tag Team Champion Narcissa Balenciaga in a TLC match?
Narcissa hits a running hurricanrana that throws Yellow Python out of the ring, and she immediately retrieves a ladder from the outside, bashing TYP right in the helmet with it before sliding into the ring. She sets it up but before she can climb TYP slides a table into the ring…
TYP springboards from the apron to the opposite side of the ladder as both competitors climb to the top. They trade blows between reaching up for the steel chair hanging above them. BUT TYP HAS THE CHAIR— BASH TO NARCISSA’S HEAD! Balenciaga is wobbling, barely hanging onto the ladder…
TYP leaps onto her shoulders, spins— POISONRANA OFF THE LADDER ONTO THE CANVAS BELOW!! CRUSHING COILS!! JEE-ZEUS CHRIST!! TYP is up first, and sets up the table adjacent to a turnbuckle, then rolls the possibly paralyzed Narcissa atop it before climbing to the second rope. TYP leaps—
HOLLOW FANGS!! THROUGH THE TABLE!! Narcissa moved out of the way and stalks TYP with the steel chair as he rises from behind… CHAIR SHOT TO THE HEAD!!! She cut the head off of the snake here before ascending the ladder— CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR PRESS CONNECTS!!! THE LATEST TREND!!! Cover— ONE! …TWO!! …THREE!!!
Tables and ladders and chairs and a victory worthy of a boudoir for Narcissa Balenciaga!
WINNER: NARCISSA BALENCIAGA
There’s chaos in Deathrow.
Inmates are running in every which direction, trying to escape the carnage. Max Meadows, Nox and Haywire are storming the cells, looking for the Uprising. They finally come across CJ Thorpe and Prophet, beating them down violently in their cell.
As Lucky Landucci and Harold Pym approach, helping to pull Thorpe out, Meadows takes stock.
“It’s time to end this,” he growls aggressively. “Someone find Redgrave.”
“We’ve searched everywhere,” Lucky replies.
“Yeah, he’s no-where to be found,” Pym agrees.
Meadows thinks about it.
“Alright, take em both to my quarters, restrain em and keep em locked up tight,” he declares. “I’m gonna execute them in front of the whole fucking prison and end this.”
Nox chuckles gleefully.
“This, I cannot wait to see,” he says with a big laugh.
“This ends,” Max says, storming away.
“You heard the man,” Nox says to Lucky and Pym. “Take them away.”
Cut.
The apron is lit, and Burned Man and Luther Grim face off in an inferno match tonight, one of whom being very experienced in such affairs!
The bell rings and immediately Grim and the Burned Man lock up. Grim transitions the Burned Man to a side headlock. TBM wisely backs up into the ropes and uses them as a springboard to shove Grim off him. Grim bounces off the opposite ropes! BACK BODY DROP drops Grim!!
TBM backs into the corner, very aware of the flames that surround him. He lets Luther Grim slowly stand to his feet. CLOTHESLINE — NO!!! Luther sidesteps and the Burned Man crashes to the mat. Luther lines up a shot as TBM staggers to his feet. He turns around right into BLOOD SPORT!!! BROGUE KICK FROM GRIM!!!
TBM is laid out and Grim reaches in his waist band. Luther pulls the Burned Man up by the arm, and for a moment considers how to best get him to the flames on the apron — A MOMENT TOO LONG!!! BACKDRAFT!!! The spinning elbow sends Luther straight to the ground. STOMP, STOMP, STOMP from TBM!!!
The vicious boots from TBM take their toll, but Luther grabs TBM’s foot and TWISTS his ankle! Luther scrambles to his feet, and he can smell his prey! He charges forward!!! GREAT PURSUIT!!! SPEAR!!! TBM IS LAID OUT RIGHT BY THE APRON!!! Luther lines up a shot as TBM gets to all fours!!! DROPKICK TO TBM, sending him straight through the ropes!!! WOOSH! TBM is on fire!!!
The medical team swiftly extinguishes the flames, but Luther’s own fire burns brighter after his victory!
WINNER: LUTHER GRIM
ARRANGEMENTS
We find ourselves outside Illumination Antiques, where a sign reads “CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE” brandishing the logo of the Arcadian Censorship Authority…as its Chairman arrives, shouting with his crew behind him.
“Lamplight! I know you’re in there, we have a matter to discuss.”
“Oh, that we do,” hisses a voice from behind the Chairman, as Boswick turns to find himself face-to-face with Gemini…causing him to yelp in fear as he takes a step back before gathering his bearings.
“Ahem…what brings you here? I have no quarrel with you.”
Gemini shakes her head at the Chairman, a snarl on her face as she interjects.
“I saw you take something from this shop…something you have no right to carry.”
“I’m afraid that much is true, Mr. Boswick,” adds the Illuminator, stepping out from behind the front door with a slightly sullen look on his face. “I understand you hold a certain pen in your possession…a pen that does not belong to you.”
This draws a smirk on Boswick’s face as he looks to Miss Studebaker, who shoots a disgusted look at Gemini as she hands the pen over to the Chairman.
“This old thing? I’ve seen some of its effects at work, alright…if you want it back, I am willing to make some arrangements.”
This causes the Illuminator to raise an eyebrow.
“Like what, pray tell?”
Boswick smiles as he looks toward Tucker Goode.
“Mr. Goode and I are Tag Team Champions, but you’ve no doubt heard about the golden rule…he who holds the gold makes the rules.”
He looks over at Gemini, who is none too pleased by what Boswick is proposing even as the words come out of his mouth.
“Here is my proposal…the three of us at Hail to the King, for that Double Feature Championship. If I cannot win the title, Mr. Lamplight gets back his pen…and I’ll be out of your hair, Gemini. What say you?”
Gemini and Lamplight look at each other for a moment, with Nergal reluctantly giving a slow nod before Albert responds.
“I think you have yourself a deal, Mr. Boswick.”
Cut.
GRIM/SKULL
Following his match against The Burned Man, Luther Grim stalks the halls of Olympus, hunting for someone.
He soon finds his prey as he bumps into none other than Grimskull.
“Just the man I was looking for,” Luther says.
“They say you’re a hunter, but your skills are unmatched, Grim. We both have matches tonight, it was not a hard ask to find me.”
Grim smiles, more in an effort to keep the conversation civil than anything.
“What do you want, hunter?” continues the preacher.
“I have hunted for many years, Grimskull, and I am very good at it. I can hunt in many ways, and have hunted many different preys, but there’s one thing I need to know from you.”
He steps forward slightly.
“You are the grandmaster of pain, the bringer of pestilence. I want you to teach me about real pain. I want you to teach me how to make my prey suffer.”
Grimskull smiles a cruel smile and puts an arm on the hunters shoulder.
“A man after my own heart. You are in luck. At Hail To The King you and I will take on Vision and Jinx, and I’ll show you first hand exactly how to inflict the best kinds of pain on your enemies.”
Luther Grim nods.
“I’ll leave you to prepare for your match, Grimskull. Hail To The King can’t come soon enough.”
The two part ways.
Cut.
The stage is set, and Gemini and Vision are set to fight it out. Loser lands in the crowd!
Vision and Gemini lock up center stage. They jostle for position, until Gemini swoops around and locks Vision up around the waist. She transitions! INVERTED RUSSIAN SUPLEX!!! Gemini wants to finish this thing now!!! She grabs Vision up and rushes towards the edge of the stage!!!
NO!!! Vision stops her right at the edge. TEARDROP SUPLEX sends Gemini crashing onto the stage. Vision picks Gemini up, Irish whips her towards the edge of the stage, YANKS her back, BIG TIME CLOTHESLINE!!! Right now, the offense is all Vision, and he plans to take advantage!!! He helps Gemini up to her feet!
BAD IDEA!!! YIN!!! THE CODEBREAKER FROM GEMINI!!! She mounts the fallen Vision and begins pummeling him with a fury of rights and lefts, and it’s all Vision can do to guard himself!!! He finally pushes her off him, and both scramble to their feet!!! They meet center stage!!!
But before Vision can react, SWARM!!! INSECTS FLY OUT OF NERGAL’S MOUTH!!! THEY ENGULF VISION!!! They bite and sting him over and over, and Vision staggers backwards, all the way to the edge of the stage. He knows where he’s at, but before he can correct, DROPKICK!!! VISION FALLS FROM THE STAGE AND INTO THE CROWD!!! THIS ONE IS OVER!!!
Gemini picks up a big win on a big stage!
WINNER: GEMINI
NOT SO HAPPY
We find ourselves once again in Foley’s Funhouse, the host waits in his seat, shooting up as soon as Doom enters onto the sage.
“King Doom! Doomie?” The sounds of Felix Foley’s nearly whiney, forlorn voice can be heard all around Foley’s Funhouse. The Show host has a bandage across his nose from last week’s assault and sad eyes as he calls out to his supposed best friend, walking towards him with a frown.
“Foley.” Doom speaks coldly, more coldly than usual to the point that Felix immediately stops in his tracks.
“Is there something wrong, buddie? Did the mummy steal something from you too?” He wipes a tear from his eye, obviously trying to keep it together.
“Oh, not him, but his brat. However, as much of a set back as that is for now, I’m not here about that.”
“You’re not? Are you here for that snack I offered last week? I have a plate backstage!”
Doom shakes his head, stopping Foley from leaving. “No, Felix, you blubbering idiot. I’m here because last week you failed to keep the titles around our waists. I did everything in my power to stop that and you found a way to throw it all away.”
“What?” Foley’s eyes well with more tears, taken aback by the accusation.
“Now that we don’t have those golden handcuffs around our waists I’m not forced to be your partner. That means you don’t need to hang off of my hip anymore.”
“Are- are you breaking up with me?”
“What?”
“Friend breaking up with me? We’re best buddies!” Tears roll down Foley’s cheeks, but Doom merely shakes his head.
“You buffoon. We were never friends. We were a team by force, nothing more, nothing less. Now, do me a favor, never speak to me again.”
Felix hangs his head, not speaking as Doom turns to take his leave.
“Now, if you excuse me, I have work to do.” The mad scientist walks off, leaving Felix sitting forlorn beneath the stage lights.
Cut.
BEANS
Previously Recorded
Colt Ramsey hasn’t been seen since the Uprising stormed his darkroom. One who has duly noticed the absence is Harold Attano, and we find him in his search for answers. He approaches Colt’s darkroom, the scene of the assault and finds the entire place in disrepute.
Colt is busy on his hands and knees picking up broken pieces of glass and film processing equipment that has been destroyed by the Uprising. He is badly beaten, bruised and bloodied, wincing with every movement of his body.
The crunch of breaking glass under a heavy boot catches his attention and alerts Colt to Attano’s presence. He stiffens, but Harold indicates that he means him no harm. Instead, he helps the Journo to his feet.
“By Zeus. I’d ask what happened to you, but I can put two and two together.”
Colt doesn’t respond, but there is clear agony in his eyes from his injuries. Attano shakes his head.
“You’ve got to tell me what you know. I know you have information. The Red Light District attack, whatever is going on with Narcissa. How this is all connected. Look at you… You’ve got to share what you know before it’s too late.”
Colt looks at Attano, considering. But he shakes his head, as much as it physically and emotionally pains him to do so.
“I… can’t. There’s so much more at play than you know, Attano.” Harold looks frustrated at the lack of answer, but Colt continues. “I’m not at liberty to spill the beans on this particular story. However much I’d like to. I… just… can’t.”
Colt turns away, continuing his clean-up. Harold shakes his head, disappointed. Before he leaves, he pulls a first-aid icepack from his jacket, snapping it to release the cold and placing it on a table before him.
“You’ll be needing this.”
Cut.
It’s David vs. Goliath with no escape as Tucker Goode and Destructo Boy will be joined at the wrist by a leather strap tonight. Will the Hero walk away victorious or will The Ayatollah of Abstinence display the power of celibacy beats all?
The bell rings and the match is underway and Tucker looks to take advantage pulling in Destructo Boy by the strap and *CRACK* leather whips against the Hero’s stomach as James drops to his hands and knees. Tucker looks to follow up with a 400-pound. Running Senton, Faith moves and the canvas buckles under Goode’s weight.
Destructo starts flashing leather across the back of The Celibate One, but Goode is undeterred as he rises from the mat. Tucker shoves The Kid back using the strap to pull him back into a Bossman Slam – THE PURITY RING! Laying Faith out flat as Tucker just lays on top of him… ONE… THE KID PULLS A SHOULDER UP!
Mr. Goode peels James off the canvas setting Faith up for the Jacknife Powerbomb – JUST SAY *KRAK!* LEATHER STRAP ACROSS THE FACE OF MR. GOODE! The Kid lands on his feet rushing off the ropes turning himself into a spinning human torpedo Corkscrew Headbutt – IMPACT BREAKER – to the gut of The Ayatollah of Abstinence!
This causes Goode to pivot hitting the ropes and The Kid uses the returning momentum to get Goode up and over with the Backdrop Driver – SHINE BREAKER! The force carries the “Greater” Goode into a backward summersault and onto his feet showing no ill effects using the strap to again to pull The Kid into a Giant Bearhug – THE CHASTITY CAGE! We hear James begin to gasp as he tries in vain to fight against the hold but eventually, he’s forced to submit.
Tucker manages to squeeze the hope from Faith with The Chastity Cage, showing The Hero that it pays to be abstinence is the ACA’s Superpower.
WINNER: TUCKER GOODE
WHAT IT MEANS TO DR. DEATH
Grainy footage.
The background is dark. Until Dr. Death steps into frame, we don’t realize that everything is black and white. He pulls a stool with him, perching it before the camera and taking a seat there.
“What does it mean to Dr. Death?” He asks us.
He lets out a chuckle.
“All my life I’ve been climbing the rungs of societies ladder to become something more. It took me years of servitude and hard work to become a respected medical pioneer in Arcadia. It took sacrifice, not always mine.”
There’s an eerie silence.
“And you want to know what it means to me?” He scoffs. “Imagine walking the levels of Arcadia as OSW World Champion; imagine the prestige, fame and fortune. Imagine a world in which patients clamour to see you.”
He stands up, kicking the stool away from underneath him.
“Imagine having your nurse stolen by El Mariachi Muerte and your Championship taken by Jackson Cade. I have a vision. You can’t comprehend it. You can’t even begin to understand the workings of my mind.”
His face is now inches from the camera.
“So, you want to know what the OSW World Championship means to Dr. Death?” He asks, shrugging. “Thousands of patients. Hundreds if not thousands of failed experiments at life saving measures. Blood, sweat and tears; not always mine. It’s the culmination of more than one life’s work. It’s the culmination of every life I’ve lost and saved to get here.”
Death reaches out and grabs the camera, angrily tossing it aside. It smashes off the floor, cracking – the footage now filled with static as his footsteps approach and he looms over us.
“My vision will come to fruition,” he voice stammers and stutters due to the camera being broken. “It starts with El Mariachi Muerte and Nurse Frightengale and finishes with the OSW World Championship being back around my waist where it belongs. That’s what it means to Dr. Death.”
Stomp.
Static.
Cut.
With a pair of tables already set up at ringside, we are gearing up for either Albert Lamplight or Harold Attano to go crashing through one to end the match…but who will stand tall when the other falls?
Lamplight immediately charges at Attano, looking for the upper hand…but Nobody sidesteps him, letting the Illuminator collide against the turnbuckle instead. Harold sees his opening, connecting with a German suplex that sends Lamplight down hard to the canvas! With the Illuminator down, Attano leaves the ring to grab a table.
What he doesn’t see, however, is Lamplight back on his feet as he hits the ropes for a big dive to the outside–but Attano walks away with a smirk on his face! NOPE! Lamplight falls toward the table…but the impact isn’t enough to break it! The table tips over instead!
Attano grunts at the sight as he props the table up against the ring post, a dangerous thought in his head before turning his attention to Lamplight…who goes for a crossface chickenwing on Nobody out of desperation! WHOLESALE STRETCH! There’s no submission here, but Lamplight’s trying to wear Attano down!
Except that Harold breaks free of the hold…but Lamplight is still eager to fight! The two trade blows until Albert is turned around, ready to charge at Attano again until Mr. Nobody connects with a Scorpion Kick! VENOM! The impact sends the Illuminator reeling…AND HE GOES CRASHING THROUGH THE TABLE!
The splintered wood covers the fallen Albert Lamplight as Harold Attano picks up the victory!
WINNER: HAROLD ATTANO
TRADE OFF
The Doom Factory. Sitting at the center of it is none other than Doom himself. Fingers tented, he rests at a table expectantly, watching as two men enter from either side of his labratory.
Destructo Boy.
The Burned Man.
“James?” Maxwell speaks, Happy Harry hanging from his hands.
“Dad. What are you doing here?” The Boy Wonder’s tone is blunt, seeming nothing more than annoyed at his father being here.
“I was sent a drone telling me you were captured, I came as fast as I could! He said he’d let you for for Foley’s puppet.” Burned Man sounds almost desperate, but Destructo Boy brushes him off.
“Oh, you came now? Thanks. Glad you think I’m worth a doll.” Destructo Boy looks at Doom, sneering. “I got a drone too. So, you get the hard drive, I get the information I want and we can part ways.”
Doom let this all go on around him, simply tapping his fingers together. “I’m glad you’re both here. You see, there’s a term for things like this. We call it ‘two birds, one stone’. Foley isn’t my unnecessary partner anymore, so I’m sure this should be easy.”
The revelation of Doom’s split from Foley makes both members of Burning Justice shoot glances from each other to Doom. “What do you-” Burned Man is cut off as the doors shut behind them and gas fills the room! Both men begin to sputter and cough as Doom stands, rushing down Destructo Boy!
KINGDOMBLADE TO THE SKULL! BURNED MAN JUST USED IT LIKE A THROWING HAMMER!
Destructo Boy catches the weapon, turning it to a fire axe and swinging it at the door, fracturing it with a few powerful swings! He creates an opening and makes his escape! Burned Man is quickly behind him, a furious Doom rising to his feet as they flee.
“You can’t run forever, boy. By next week, I’ll have that drive back in my hands.”
Cut.
THE GOOD NURSE, III
Nurse Frightengale stands in darkness once more.
“When he took me,” Frightengale recounts, her voice trembling, “It wasn’t out of lust or greed. It was anger—anger at the very idea that beings like me existed, challenging his comprehension of life’s mechanics.”
Dr. Death’s visage appears behind her.
In his cold, sterile chamber, she was bound not by chains, but by his unyielding desire to uncover the Mariachi’s secrets. Every day was a cruel dance of questions and pain. He prodded, poked, and tortured, trying to unravel what made a Mariachi tick.
“Each scar I bear tells a story of his frustration, of his obsession,” she whispers. “But the more he delved, the more his obsession grew.”
Every piece of information Frightengale gave only fueled his hunger. And as the days turned into endless nights, his questions became more desperate, more pointed.
“He’d hover over me,” Frightengale recalls, her voice faltering. “‘Tell me about the others,’ he’d demand, his eyes piercing through my soul.”
She resisted, holding on to the one shred of dignity she had left.
“And then, in a moment of absolute despair, he broke me,” she admits, a tear streaming down her face. “I told him everything, every detail, every nuance. I revealed the truth the Mariachi hid from their own. And in doing so, I inadvertently introduced him to the one being he would come to loathe even more than me: El Mariachi Muerte.”
The revelation sent him into a blind rage as Frightengale takes a deep breath, her eyes filled with pain and remorse.
“I had to tell him the truth,” she admits, her voice laden with guilt. “And for that, I am eternally sorry.”
Cut.
Big triple threat match tonight as Drewitt, Grimskull, and Colt Ramsey face off!
Grimskull and Colt target Drewitt right off the bat. They pummel the explorer up against the ropes— CHOP TO THE CHEST BY GRIMSKULL! KICK TO THE GUT BY RAMSEY! The duo whip Drewitt into the opposite ropes and on the rebound— SAY CHEESE!! DROP TOE HOLD— DEATH TO HELLIONS!!
Drewitt is blinded by the flash photography and Grimskull and Colt trade punches back and forth until Grimskull viciously headbutts Colt, staggering him into the ropes and on the rebound— LESSON!! Superkick drops Colt and Grimskull covers— ONE! …TWO!! …DREWITT PULLS GRIMSKULL OFF COLT BY HIS LEGS TO BREAK THE COUNT!!
Drewitt swiftly drops a big elbow onto Grimskull’s lower back and grinds it in before bending one leg back while yanking back on Grimskull’s skull— MODIFIED STF!! But Grimskull isn’t tapping… HE’S REVELING IN THE PAIN! Meanwhile Colt somersaults forward— ROLLING CUTTER TO DREWITT BREAKS IT UP!! THE B-ROLL!!
Colt flies off the ropes and hits a flipping neckbreaker on Drewitt, holding on— LAST CHANCERY!! Drewitt’s reaching out now looking for the ropes but it’s a triple threat match— NO ROPE BREAKS! Grimskull climbs to the top rope and leaps— PRAYER TO COLT!!! Cover— ONE! …TWO!! …THREE!!!
Grimskull is the biggest threat of the three, picking up the big victory tonight!
WINNER: GRIMSKULL
HELP II
Vision walks quickly through the corridors of Olympus, not quite running, but looking like he is just on the cusp of breaking into a jog. He is searching with purpose, and then he searches no more.
“Vision,” comes a voice from the shadows.
Vision stops dead and turns in the direction the voice came from. The owner of the voice steps forward.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you today,” she continues. It’s Jinx!
“I know,” says Vision. “But I needed to speak with you straight away. Following our conversation last week I meditated as I said I would. And a vision was granted to me.”
Jinx’s face shows her intrigue, but she tries to remain calm and collected.
“What did the vision show you?”
Vision steps towards her.
“It did not give me the answers you seek. But it did show me something. I saw a fireplace, in a dark shack. It was a shack that was unfamiliar to me, but maybe it means something to you.”
Jinx considers this information for a second. Then, almost like a lightbulb flicks on, her face brightens.
“I think I might have an idea…”
And before Vision can even respond, the hacker has gone.
Cut.
Tonight the ACA try to censor La Musica as Sebastian Boswick goes head to head with El Mariachi Muerte in a Musical Chairs matchup.
That tantalizing chair is placed in the middle of the ring, Muerte looking to grab it immediately but the ACA Chairman abhors extreme violence, rushing forward with a Red Tape style Lariat that Mariachi manages to duck underneath, springboarding off the ropes with a hurricanrana that spikes Boswick headfirst into the mat. Boswick looks stunned as Mariachi again goes for the chair but Boswick just manages to stop him. grabbing him from behind
BACK SUPLEX…NO! Mariachi lands on his feet, leaping up with an enziguri that Boswick manages to duck underneath before nearly beheading Mariachi with a brutal Lariat. He pulls up Muerte, stunning him with a hard headbutt before Biel Tossing him into the corner. Mariachi pulls himself up by the ropes, Singing Death very groggy but he’s going to get even more so as Boswick rushes forward
STAMP OF AUTHORITY! Lethal Running Big Boot may well have knocked Muerte out but if it didn’t, Sebastian Boswick is going to ensure he’s permanently censored as with a look of disgust, he picks the steel chair looking to finish off Muerte once and for all. Mariachi slowly getting to his feet as Boswick swings.
Muerte ducks underneath, rushing to the ropes but Valerie Perrywinkle is there. She grabs hold of his foot, stopping his momentum for a moment as Mariachi turns around, STEEL CHAIR TO THE SKULL! That had some stank on it as Muerte may well be completely out cold, Boswick dropping down and locking in the Censored Crossface for good measure but Muerte is out as the referee quickly calls for the bell.
La Musica gets censored here tonight after a brutal chair shot continues Boswick’s crusade of victory.
WINNER: SEBASTIAN BOSWICK
DEMANDING ANSWERS
After the match has finished and the ring has cleared, the figure of Harold Attano approaches, climbing the steps with a microphone in hand and a directive in his mind. He wastes no time in addressing Olympus.
“I’m not a man who is used to getting told no. I ask questions, and get answers, even if it has to get messy to extract them. So, I’m not asking… I’m demanding.”
He turns toward the entrance area, speaking directly to two souls he suspects are listening to his every word.
“I need answers. And I’m going to get those answers, right now. Narcissa. Colt Ramsey… Get your asses out here before I drag you out and beat the answers I need out of you.”
An eternity passes, before TGIF begins to play, announcing the arrival of Narcissa Balenciaga. She makes her way slowly to the ring, drawing out Attano’s patience further before she joins him in the ring.
“Haven’t you ever wondered why those answers don’t seem to flow for you, Harry?”
Attano bubbles with frustration with that name being used in that tone, but Narcissa continues before he can mention anything.
“Think on it. Colt Ramsey developed a close relationship with TEC, right before TEC exploded. Doesn’t that timing seem suspicious to you? He’s responsible for the attack, because Colt Ramsey is the leader of The Uprising.”
Attano’s mouth opens to speak, but nothing comes out. The stunned silence seems to last for an age, before Narcissa breaks the silence.
“Colt. What say you? Get out here and answer these accusations, if you’re not a coward.”
Narcissa, and all eyes around the arena turn to the entranceway, but it remains still. Colt Ramsey does not show his face. He’s nowhere to be seen. The sentiment of Narcissa and Attano is reflected in the booing of the OSW faithful. Accusations have been made, and Colt is nowhere to be seen.
Narcissa’s words simply fade into the night, unanswered.
Cut.
Anything goes! It’s a hardcore match tonight between Dr. Death and Jinx!
Dr. Death and Jinx circle one another for a bit, but then curiously, Dr. Death slides out of the ring. He reaches under the apron, but Jinx ain’t waiting around!!! BASEBALL SLIDE–BUT SHE FELL RIGHT INTO HIS TRAP!!! KENDO STICK TO JINX’S LEGS!!!
Jinx screams and pulls her legs away, just as a trash can, a “NO TRESPASSING” sign, and a baking sheet are tossed into the ring. Dr. Death slides back in, kendo stick in hand! DDoS!!! DISCUS ELBOW FROM JINX!!! SHE PICKS UP THE BAKING SHEET AND DENTS IT OVER DEATH’S HEAD!!!
Death is laid out, and Jinx finds the kendo stick! “Get up!!!” She screams, and Dr. Death nearly reaches his feet! HE THROWS THE TRASHCAN AT HER HEAD!!! SHE DROPS THE KENDO STICK AND CATCHES IT!!! MOONSAULT DROPKICK INTO THE FUCKING TRASHCAN BY DR. DEATH!!!
Jinx drops to the ground like a sack of taters!!! CHEST COMPRESSIONS BY DR. DEATH!!! BOOT AFTER BOOT AFTER BOOT!!! He drags Jinx to her feet, and then the Luchadoc springboards over the rope to the apron. Jinx scoops up the no trespassing sign, goes to meet him! SUNSET FLIP!!! POWERBOMB!!! THE CODE BLUE!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEE!!!
Dr. Death pulls a big win tonight by defeating Jinx!
WINNER: DR. DEATH
WHAT IT MEANS TO TOMBSTONE
A throne.
A cold hard throne sits in the middle of an empty room as footsteps approach; they belong to Tombstone. The King of Destination arrives wearing his Ring King crown and takes a seat on the throne.
“What does it mean to Tombstone?” He muses.
A voice echoes throughout the room. It belongs to Igor Mortis.
“Forget this Old School Wrestling nonsense, son. It won’t lead to anything good.”
“Everything I am is but one thing. I’m a Ferryman,” he says sadly. You can tell that it hurts him. He lowers his head. “That’s it.”
His head remains lowered.
“I know nothing of my creation. The only thing I know is that I exist to do a job that if I do not do, well, you probably heard of what happened inside The Mortuary.”
Tombstone shakes his head.
“But I want to be more. I need to be. I need something that exists for me. I need something that proves I can be more than what I was created to become. My life has been unlike any of yours. Jackson Cade and Dr. Death, neither of them has existed like I.”
Slowly, he lifts his head to look at us, his eyes piercing through our souls.
“They’ll have their reasons for wanting to remain or become OSW World Champion. They’ll have their wars aside from it too; just like I do with Drewitt. You see, everything is off kilter until his immortality is resolved. Being here, whether Igor agrees with or not, is how I do that.”
Tombstone taps his fingers on the throne arm.
“But Drewitt is an aside to the real reasons I want to become OSW World Champion. He isn’t the reason I became Ring King. He isn’t the reason I’m going to become OSW World Champion. You want to know what it means to me?”
The King stands up.
“It’s proof that I’m more than the sum of my parts.”
He walks towards us ominously.
“It’s proof that I’m worth more than the job that I do for this world.”
He stops just short of the camera.
“That World Championship is proof that I… am.. more!”
Static.
Cut.
The World Champion goes one on one with the former tag team champion in a battle of the finishing moves.
The bell sounds as Cade rushing forward, allready trying for the Hostile Down but Doom is ready for that shit as he dodges underneath, an electrical impulse charging in his fist before he delivers a brutal Electric Uppercut to a turning Cade, nearly knocking the world champion out cold right there and then. Jackson staggers to his feet, eyes glazed over as he walks right into two steel cold hands.
THE HANDS OF DOOM! The Good Doctor is looking to choke him out, Cade trying to fight out but his strikes are uneffective. Doom just sneers, trying to throw Cade into the ropes but Perseus manages to hold on, using them as a springboard for the BREACH AND CLEAR! Slingblade drills Doom into the mat, Doom staggering up into a pair of knees to the stomach before he’s lifted up high
MASTER KE…NO! Doom lands behind, drilling Cade with a hard elbow across the back of the head before dumping him straight on it with a Release German. Doom nearly sent Cade out of the ring from the sheer force as the world champ pulls himself up by the ropes, completely dazed as he’s cut nearly in half with the SPLITTER! GORE! GORE! GORE!
Doom signals this is over as he backs up, watching Cade get to one knee before running forward, BREAK THE..NO! Cade moves out of the punt, rolling back as he leaps up, HOSTILE DOW…DOOM just dodges, grabbing Cade with one swift motion and gifting him IMPENDING DOOM WITH THE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! THAT IS ALL SHE WROTE!
DOOM picks up the big victory here tonight, putting down Jackson Cade with his finishing maneuver as he may be one step closer to regaining that OSW World Championship
WINNER: DOOM
LAST IS FIRST
In the darkness of Anthesteria, Drewitt and El Mariachi Muerte have traveled from Olympus back to the door that so confounded them last week.
The shimmering enchantment seems to pulse as they speak with one another.
“Look,” Drewitt starts, “I held up my end of the bargain. This is where Frightengale went.”
EMM’s face is a mask of stern determination.
“Our deal isn’t done until we find Vida.”
Drewitt snorts.
“Why does everyone think they can string my ass along? Do I look like I have all the time in the world?”
Muerte raises an eyebrow, the obvious hanging in the air.
“Do you know what it’s like to be cursed with eternal life? Every waking moment, I dream of two things: death and Tombstone.”
He chuckles bitterly while EMM eyes him, tension thick between them.
“You speak of pain and torment.” El Mariachi says after a moment. “I am trying to save the one I love…”
“But you can die,” Drewitt snaps, his voice dripping with bitterness. “Your pain has an expiration date. Me? I’m stuck in this endless cycle. Tombstone makes sure of it, reminding me of what I can never have.”
Touched, El Mariachi Muerte takes out his guitar, fingers strumming a melancholy tune.
The song is a powerful lament, a tale of sorrow and longing. It’s as if the music is reaching into the very depths of Drewitt’s soul, tugging at the strings of his buried emotions.
But death is not in the cards today.
Drewitt staggers back, his face contorted in agony. The song, instead of providing release, seems to amplify his torment.
The hidden door starts to resonate with the music, the ancient inscriptions glowing brighter. Slowly, with a groan of age-old mechanisms, the door starts to open.
But Drewitt is lost to his pain.
The music seems to have unlocked something primal, something feral within him.
With a guttural scream, he lunges at EMM, his eyes wild.
To be continued at Hail to the King…
Foley looks depressed as the cage lowers! However, he can’t wallow in his sorrow, not while Tombstone looks so prepared to ferry him down the river!
Massive right hook to Felix’s jaw! Foley backs away into the corner immediately and catches a boxing combination he can’t defend against! A harsh uppercut nearly takes him off of his feet! Foley gets nailed with a harsh clothesline before Tombstone Biel tosses him across the ring! Foley begins to stand only to catch a kick to the gut that sends him sprawling!
Felix tries to stand up but Tombstone rushes forwards with a headbutt across the bridge of his already damaged nose! He hauls Felix up!
ODE TO CHARON!
JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB OVER THE ROPES TO THE CELL!
Foley hits the ground with a thud and Tombstone slowly makes his way outside of the ring! He grabs for Felix again, forcing him up-
AND CATCHING A FACEFUL OF FIRE EXTINGUISHER!
The loud thunk of metal to flesh echoes and Foley sprays Tombstone with the extinguisher! The Ferryman stumbles back and Felix cracks him again with it! He lays into Tombstone over and over before the Ferryman catches it! Tombstone whips it away and hits Foley with a full force haymaker to the skull! He grabs his head and slams him face first into the cell wall!
BEFORE GRATING HIM AGAINST THE METAL OVER AND OVER!
Tombstone goes to whip Foley into the stairs! But Foley follows through and sends Tombstone careening into the steel steps! Friendly Foley runs forwards and nails a running forearm to the back of Tombstone! He goes to try and get back into the ring but Tombstone is quick to his feet! He grabs Foley’s boot and tries to pull him off of the apron only to catch a boot to the skull! Tombstone leaps onto the apron but Foley scoops him up!
AND TOMBSTONE’S BUMPED HIS HEAD! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER FROM THE APRON ONTO THE STEEL GOD DAMNED STAIRS!
The Gravedigger looks practically comatose after that! Foley is slow to stand, rubbing his face as he wonders just how to get Tombstone into the ring! He grabs Tombstone, slowly lifting him up and rolling him into the ring! He slides in for the cover!
ONE!
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TWO!- NO! KICKOUT!?
TOMBSTONE BARELY STAYS DOWN FOR TWO!
Foley is in shock and The Courier sits up! He grabs Foley and whips him to the ropes!
BUT FOLEY CAN’T RUN FROM THE FERRYMAN! BOSSMAN SLAM TO FELIX!
Tombstone covers!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE- NO! HE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Tombstone lifts Felix up and nails him immediately with a forearm to the jaw! Foley is stumbling and Tombstone goes for a hook that Foley ducks! Friendly Felix slips behind Tombstone and hits a German Suplex that plants him in the dirt! Tombstone rolls quick to his feet and lands against the ropes!
THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR BOOTING! MASSIVE BIG BOOT BY FELIX PUTS TOMBSTONE OVER AND HE LANDS OUTSIDE!
Foley leans against the ropes exhausted as he tries to get the energy to continue an assault but Tombstone is already standing! The Ferryman is impossible to put down and he grabs Foley’s boot before pulling him out of the ring by force! He grabs Foley!
A SOUL TO CARRY! HE LOCKS IN THE BEAR HUG AND RUNS STRAIGHT INTO THE CELL WALL!
TOMBSTONE JUST CAREENED THROUGH THE CELL WITH FELIX IN HIS ARMS!
Foley is practically unconscious in Tombstone’s arms as he keeps the hold locked in! The Show Host is barely awake but he still weakly elbows at Tombstone’s head! The Ferryman walks back and forth outside of the cell while holding tighter and tighter!
THE PUPPETSHOW! FOLEY JUST FORCED HIS HAND INTO TOMBSTONE’S MOUTH! MANDIBLE CLAW! HE’S GOT IT LOCKED IN!
Tombstone drops Felix and Foley drives him backwards! Tombstone lands back first against the cell wall and Felix slams him into it over and over! He’s running on pure desperation and it shows as he yells out in fear and exhaustion.
The Ferryman collapses against the wall and Foley lets go, slowly making his way back to the ring! He knows he needs Tombstone in the ring to win, and he takes time to prepare! He grabs a table from beneath the ring, sliding in and setting it up before going to retrieve his opponent!
Foley drags Tombstone towards the ring, but The Courier begins to stir!
CRACK!
TOMBSTONE SLAMS FELIX NOSE FIRST AGAINST THE APRON!
Blood pours from his nose as it gets busted open again! Tombstone rolls him into the ring and grabs him tightly around the throat! He forces him high into the air and runs towards the table!
FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS- NO! CUT THE STRINGS! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT INTO THE TABLE!
CUT THE STRINGS! FELIX HOLDS ON AND HITS ANOTHER DDT FOR GOOD MEASURE!
Foley covers!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Finally, mercifully, the match comes to an end. Felix, despite his sorrow, has come out ahead here tonight.
WINNER: FELIX FOLEY
THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS
With the match over and the cell risen, Tombstone gets back to his feet. What an absolute war just one week before we head to Hail to the King. He’s exhausted and rightfully so.
WHAM!
STEEL CHAIR TO THE BACK!
It’s Doctor Death! The Luchadoc nails him with a chair shot to the back of the head. Another! Another! Another! Down goes Tombstone! The Doctor is in, folks!
He puts the chair over the head of Tombstone and heads to the top turnbuckle with bad intentions in mind as the fans boo.
He’s going to make sure that The Ferryman doesn’t make it to Hail to the King!
Suddenly though, he dives off, missing Tombstone and rolling away. It’s Jackson Cade! He’s spotted Cade making a b-line up the steps! The World Champion steps through the ropes just as Death rolled and he leaps into the air…
LETHAL INJECTION! HE ROLLED RIGHT UP INTO A LEAPING CUTTER ON THE CHAMP!
The Luchadoc snatches away the OSW World Championship from the fallen beat cop and raises it into the air when he’s turned around violently.
GOOZLE!
FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS!
FALLING CHOKESLAM TO DR. DEATH!!
The Championship bounces away and Tombstone is quickly back to his feet to retrieve it. He looks at it for a moment, holding it in the palms of his hands. It’s everything he’s ever wanted.
He turns back around…
HOSTILE DOWN!
SUPERKICK TO THE JAW OF THE FERRYMAN! DOWN GOES TOMBSTONE!
Cade snatches his Championship back and stumbles out of the ring, exiting to the outside. Back inside, Tombstone and Dr. Death stir, all three men eyeballing one another.
Next week is Hail to the King…
AND THIS IS WHAT IT FUCKING MEANS!
Cut.