SIGIL & VOYNICH
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Once upon a time…
There was a boy who loved to cause chaos. He would sit upon the hillside of Old School Wrestling and watch the sheep therein. To amuse himself, he would play games with them.
He would tell them lies and watch as they were deceived into doing his bidding for his own entertainment.
But today, he had no lie to tell.
He stood in the middle of an Old School Wrestling ring and sang out in despair.
“The Terrors are here!” He yelled, trying to warn the roster. “They’re effecting us all. You must believe me. You must stop them from altering our existence.”
His cries echoed throughout The Slaughterhouse.
Everyone heard them.
But their murmurs of discontent and disbelief could not be silenced.
As Voynich stepped out onto the stage, a voice for those Sigil had long deceived – there was no hope for The Collector. He came closer and met him inside the ring, offering his wisdom.
“You’ve cried wolf too many times,” he would shame. “And you expect us to believe that the ‘Terrors’ are here? You would expect us to believe the boy who cried wolf?”
He scoffed and left, leaving Sigil as the boy alone in the middle of the ring.
“We’re in trouble,” he pleaded. “You must believe me; this time, there really is a wolf.”
Voynich would stop, turning to face the boy.
“Nobody believes a liar, even when they’re telling the truth,” he says sternly. “And no-one here will ever believe you again, Sigil.”
Gulp.
Cut.
SANDMAN, DEATHNOTE & SIGIL
Once upon a time there was an evil monster who formed his sand into a mirror with his dark dream magic…
If anything good or beautiful was put in front of the mirror, the reflection that showed back was only rotten and decaying. Anything ugly shown in the mirror was reflected as beautiful and enticing.
One day, the mirror fell and shattered into many tiny sharp bits of glass on the ground.
The wind blew the glass all over the place. It was said that if one bit of that evil glass blew into anyone’s eye, they would see the world only through the eyes of death and decay and not the good.
A man lived in the land of Old School Wrestling. Writing in his notebook, he didn’t notice as the wind picked up and blew a shard into his eye. He continued to write in his book, but all he could see was the death and decay of those around him to write about.
That was, until he met a soul that seemed to shine as white as snow. To his eyes, he was looking at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Clad in the purest white, with a lavish crown upon her head.
He followed her into the snow as she walked, but as he did, he became cold.
“Mister Note… I can kiss you so you don’t feel the cold,” she whispered to him. She kissed him on the cheek. He no longer felt cold.
Her kiss was enticing to Mister Note, and he wanted more.
But before a second kiss could be planted… Another figure appeared, in a flash of purple light. He stepped out of his portal into the snow, and also seemed to shine with beautiful light.
“You fool.” He called to Mister Note. “Do you not see what is before you?”
He came forth and placed a pair of goggles over the man’s eyes. He looked upon the Snow Queen once more, but saw no beauty. Before him stood the evil monster of Sand.
“What trickery is this?” Mister Note uttered at the stranger.
“I show you the truth, your eyes have been fooled. This is no Snow Queen.”
But Mister Note did not believe a word he said, for he recognised the strange man and knew him to be a liar.
However, when he turned back to his Snow Queen again, she was gone.
And nothing but a pile of sand lay in her place.
Cut.
NIGEL ROYAL vs. SEESAW
Which signature submission hold will reign supreme!?
Nigel floors SeeSaw with a double-leg takedown! He threads the needle, locking in a sharpshooter. Mr. Make Believe, however, escapes. Royal blocks a clothesline, pulling him into the crossface… DUNGEONS OF LON—NO! SeeSaw gets a rope break. The blueblood drags him centre-ring, spinning round for the figure four leglock – but SeeSaw boots him outside!
Pursuing his playdate, The Toybox King gores him into the steel barricade! He hoists him up… Spinebuster on the concrete floor – SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST! SeeSaw rolls Nigel back inside. He slaps his sides, grabs his arms, then stomps his back – STRETCHY ARMSTRONG! He’s folding Royal up like origami! Will he tap!?
The Bloodline to Greatness pulls SeeSaw forwards into a snapmare! SeeSaw scrambles to his feet, forearms braced – SLAPSTICK CLAPTRAP!? Nigel DUCKS the bell-ringer… DUNGEONS OF LONDON! Royal cranks the crossface – will SeeSaw submit!? He scratches and claws … ROPE BREAK! Nigel relents – only to pull him back and go for it again!
SeeSaw, however, rolls free. He snatches Royal’s wrist, slinging him into the ropes, but Nigel reverses! On the rebound, SeeSaw drops down – uppercut! SURPRISE, YOU’RE DEAD! He grabs his head… Jumping piledriver – POP GOES THE WEASEL! Digging his heel into Royal’s compacted vertebrae, he pulls his arms back – STRETCHY ARMSTRONG! Nigel submits!
SeeSaw rocks Nigel Royal.
CAEL GABLE AND ISRAEL GRIMWOLF
Once upon a time…
There was a gold medalist who lost a dear friend. This friend went on a big adventure, as if he climbed a giant beanstalk into the sky. It was supposed to be the biggest night of either of their careers but his friend, the Pirate, felt he needed to leave.
The Gold Medalist sat, distraught, when word came that the beanstalk fell and there was no sign of him. The Gold Medalist sat in his home, reliving his favourite memories of his Pirate friend when there was a knock on his door.
At first, the Gold Medalist couldn’t believe his ears. Nobody knew where he was, so at first, he ignored it. But, again…
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
So, the Gold Medalist got up and walked to the door. He opened it to find his friend the Pirate on the other side. Pieces of beanstalk held firmly.
“Avast, me hardy, I have seen something!”
“What?” Cael asked. But the look in Israel’s eyes told the story.
At the top of the beanstalk, before it fell, were horrible things that no man should ever see. Israel witnessed them all first hand. As he tried to open his mouth to utter the things he witnessed above the clouds, not but a mutter came out of it.
“What? What did you see?!”
Israel shakes his head, the horrors too much for the mind to bear. The Pirate takes a seat, and just stares off into the distance as Cael retrieves some rum he kept in case he ever saw Israel again.
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SIR RENAULT vs. TENCHU
It’s Crusader vs. Assassin here tonight as Sir Renault and Tenchu clash in a battle of steel and wood with one man getting their ass put through a table
The bell sounds as Tenchu rushes forward, drilling Renault with a hard right to the face that stuns the Crusader before he’s lifted up and tossed across the ring with a huge Belly to Belly Suplex. Renault slowly stumbles to his feet as Tenchu rushes forward, HIDDEN BLA…NO! Renault just dodges the Knee, gripping Tenchu from behind
BRIDGING GERMAN! Renault pulls Tenchu to his feet, still gripping tight before dropping Tenchu on the back of his head with a Half Nelson Suplex but as Renault pulls him back up trying for the Dragon Suplex, Tenchu manages to slip out, gripping Renault’s arm as he whips him around
HIDDEN BLADE! Tenchu nails that variation of the Leaping Knee and Renault may be out but Tenchu still needs to get some damn tables. The Metal Shadow rolls out of the ring, sliding a table inside before setting it up against the corner. Tenchu pulls Renault up to his feet….
DRAGON SUPLEX! THE HOLY TRINITY! Renault hits that final suplex out of nowhere before siginalling for the end, lifting Tenchu up to his feet before raising him up high in the air, running forward and nailing the Last Crusade Crucifix Powerbomb through the slanted table for the win!
Sir Renault picks up his first victory in OSW in emphatic fashion, driving Tenchu through the table with a steel shattering Powerbomb
VOYNICH & LUKE STORM
Once upon a time…
There was a king, the top of the world in his own eyes who had everything he could ever want.
Money, women, and praise abundant as he walked through the halls of his castle. The Slaughterhouse was his domain, and he was a kind and caring ruler.
But a time came when he wished for a change of scenery, a change of wardrobe.
He played into the hands of two swindlers and a snake who offered him beautiful threads of white, a new wardrobe and a new personality.
But in reality, no one could see the new clothes, nor the new personality. They could only see the same Luke Storm, as though his change was invisible to them.
The King walked through the halls of OSW, smiling wide as the staff watched in awe. None of them were brave enough to try and speak to him. They saw the old King hiding beneath those clothes, his new leash on life as transparent as glass.
“Bow down to one Bad Ass Motherfucker! Look upon the New Luke Storm and be glad you can be in the presence of a star!”
The staff of OSW went along with the facade, not wanting to look a fool for denying him.
But one man, a former friend of the king, saw through it. He already told the truth once tonight, and he would do so once more.
Voynich watched on from the end of the hall, pointing at Storm and speaking with zeal.
“What are you doing, Luke? Those clothes mean nothing, the movie contract? The entourage? They aren’t hiding the old Storm hiding underneath.”
The King looked down his glasses at Voynich for stepping out of line, rolling his eyes at the fool.
“My clothes are just a part of the new Luke. They’re designer, they let people know you don’t fuck with The King.”
Voynich crossed his arms as the staff looked on, one after another slowly speaking up.
“You’re still Luke, right?”
“I didn’t even see the clothes.”
“We’re looking at you, not the wardrobe.”
The king looked back at the crowd, then down at his clothing. He scoffed, cracking a smile as he turned to push past Voynich.
Maybe they couldn’t see his new style.
Maybe they couldn’t see the new Luke.
But with that knowledge, he walked more proudly than ever before, a King in front of his subjects, all eyes on him.
Cut.
CXDY & KAINE KNIGHTLORD
Once upon a time there was a lone wolf.The wolf wanted life for he and his family to be perfect, but this was all ruined when his family were put in danger by three little pigs.
The first pig was lazy, and was used to paying other people to do things for him, so he built a house of cash. When the big bad wolf came for vengeance a huff and a puff blew his house down, and Nigel Royal was no longer a thread.
The second pig was sadistic, and so he built his house with sticks so he would always have a weapon to hand. When the big bad wolf came for vengeance, a huff and a puff blew his house down too, and The Impaler was left as merely an afterthought.
The third little piggie was smarter. He built his house from sturdy bricks, creating space between himself and the wolf.
The wolf knew that this little piggie was the threat to his family, but with all the huffs and puffs he could muster, he still could not blow the brick house down.
The piggie in this house stayed hidden, trying to conceal his identity, but it was only a matter of time before the wolf picked up his scent.
The piggie skulked in the darkness, evading all those around him, shunning contact. The piggie knew all about the wolf and what he had done to the other two houses.
This little piggie was smart. This little piggie was sneaky. That’s why the wolf knew it could be none other than…
…Kaine Knightlord, the dectective, using his skills to get away with it.
And so the wolf planned his vengeance, and as the house was steadfast, he resolved to climb down the chimney and take the third piggie by surprise. He knew there could be a trap, but that’s the risk he had to take.
No more Mr. Nice Wxlf.
Cut.
MORDECAI vs. THE IMPALER
Once upon a time a dream guardian faced off against a Legion. The first to hit their finisher would be the victor of this battle of the giants.
ADAM SMASHER! RUNNING LARIAT RIGHT OUT THE GATE- NO! MORDECAI WITH THE BACK BODY DROP INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Impaler started off big but Mordecai saw it coming! The Legion crumples by the drop and gets peeled off of the mat by The Gatekeeper! He throws him across the ring!
Mordecai advances on him but Impaler is surprisingly quick as he traps his opponent with a drop-toe hold! Mordecai bounces neck first off of the ropes and Impaler plants a knee on his back! HE’S CHOKING THE LIFE OUTOF THE DREAM GUARDIAN! Impaler squeezes down with all his weight on Mordecai’s back!
The referee counts! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! IMPALER LETS GO! HE HAS TIL FIVE! As he argues with the referee Mordecai powers to his feet and forces Impaler to turn around! HEADBUTT! RIGHT INTO A MASSIVE SPINEBUSTER THAT SHAKES THE RING! IMPALER IS KNOCKED SILLY!
Mordecai peels his opponent off of the mat and heaves him up! HYPNOGOGIA! NO! IMPALER SAND BAGS IT! He fights with Mordecai who tries to lift Impaler with all his might! BACK BODY DROP! IMPALER DROPS MORDECAI! The Guardian stumbles to his feet INTO THE NIGHT CITY BLACK OUT! SINGLE SHOULDER POWERBOMB! IMPALER HITS HIS FINISHER!
The Impaler shows that not every fairytale story has a happy ending as he puts down Mordecai here tonight!
DARKLORD, BANZAN, AND LEIF HELVIG
Once upon a time three bears lived in a dingy apartment on the top floor of an abandoned warehouse.
There was Bear Leif, Bear Darklord, and Bear Banzan.
They had each a bed to sleep in, a chair to sit on, and a bowl and spoon for porridge, which was their favorite meal.
One morning the three bears resolved on taking a walk before breakfast; but before they went out, they poured their warm porridge into their basins, that it might get cool by the time they came back.
When the porridge was poured out, the three bears set out for a walk.
Enter Goldilocks. She had never seen the bear’s house before, and she wondered who lived there. A window was open, and Goldilocks peeped in.
She tapped at the door, and cried, “Is any one at home?”
But there was no answer. Then Goldilocks stepped in very carefully, and looked about her. She could not see any one, so she walked into the Bears’ parlour.
Seeing the porridge, she hungrily slurped it all down.
Then Goldilocks went upstairs, and there she saw three beds all in a row. Goldilocks lay down on Bear Leif’s bed first, but that was too long for her; then she lay down on Bear Darklord’s bed, and that was too wide for her; last of all she lay down on Bear Banzan’s bed, and there she fell asleep, for she was tired.
By-and-by the bears came home. Bear Banzan saw that the milk had been drank.
“Somebody has been here!”
“SOMEBODY HAS BEEN HERE;” Bear Leif growled in response.
Then they went to the table and looked at their breakfasts, and Bear Darklord growled, “WHO HAS TOUCHED MY BOWL?”
Then the three bears thought they would go over their house, to see who had been in it, and to try if they could find the thief.
They went upstairs to their bedroom, which was over their other room, and as soon as they saw the tumbled beds Bear Leif growled,
“WHO HAS BEEN LYING ON MY BED?”
Bear Banzan squeaked out,
“Oh! here is a little girl in my bed; and it must be she who has eaten our breakfast.”
Then Bear Leif growled,
“LET US EAT HER UP;”
And Bear Darklord growled, “Let us eat her up;”
And Bear Banzan growled,
“Let us eat her up.”
The noise they made woke Goldilocks, and an immense fear came over her. She started out of bed, and jumped at once out of the window.
They were not able to catch her.
JESSIE WILLIAMS vs. KAINE KNIGHTLORD
Will it be the monster or the monster-hunter in need of a blood transfusion!?
Jessie eyes his latest monstrous foe warily. What would Ash do? BOOMST—DENIED! Kaine grabs the steel gauntlet, blocking the Superman punch. The vampire uses his supernatural strength to twist Jessie’s arm to near breaking-point, before tossing him headfirst over the ropes! Knightlord stalks him. Ripcord clothesline! Lariat! That’s the BLOODY STREAM!
Heaving Williams’ carcass up, Shadow Bat grabs the rear door handles of the ambulance. The Prince, however, fights back! Doubling Kaine over with rib-breaking blows, Jessie splats his head off the door. An uppercut brings him to his knees… Torpedo dropkick! GROOVY ECLIP—NO! Knightlord EVADES! JESSIE MANGLES HIS LEGS – AND THE DOORS!
Unable to open them, Kaine instead drags Williams round the front of the vehicle. Once again using his superior strength, he pulls Jessie up over the hood and onto the roof. He yanks him up… Pumphandle brainbuster to the knee – BLOOD DRIVER ON TOP OF THE AMBULANCE! The roof groans and crumples, but it doesn’t cave in…
Knightlord hoists him up once more. He hooks his arms and spins – NIGHT RAID!? BLOCKED! Jessie breaks out of the Killswitch. BOOMSTICK! The gauntlet-enhanced Superman punch rocks Kaine. Williams grabs his head… HAIL TO THE— Knightlord escapes the spinning Gotch piledriver! He goes behind… NIGHT RAID – KILLSWITCH! THE AMBULANCE ROOF COLLAPSES! Kaine rolls to safety, but Jessie is stuck inside!
Kaine Knightlord dials 911 for Jessie Williams!
MORDECAI, JESSIE WILLIAMS, SEESAW & CORVUS
Once upon a time…
There was a brave and noble Prince who sought happiness after months of suffering.
After one particularly great struggle, the Prince became quite sleepy.
His sister, wise and true, insisted that he just needed rest.
So, upon returning from the battle he had, the Prince went straight to bed and fell asleep…only to be awakened by a hushed, whispered voice calling to him as though from a distance.
“Jessie.”
Recognizing the voice, the Prince opened his eyes to see standing before him a tall, hulking figure.
Mordecai.
“What are you doing here?” inquired the Prince, yawning after what felt like a deep, deep sleep.
This drew a headshake from the Gatekeeper of Dreams, much to Jessie’s surprise.
“You’re still asleep, Jessie. I came here to your dream, to warn you.”
The man sat up in his bed, a look of confusion on his face as he peeked out the window. What he saw made his heart sank: the lovely trees near his home were all toppled, some even burned down.
Down the nearby road, he could see chaos unfolding: men, women, and children being attacked maliciously by a very familiar face…one that immediately recognized the Prince with a wicked smile.
“Jessiepoo! Don’t think I don’t see you, buddy…don’t worry, we’ll have our playdate soon enough.”
The maniac lived up to his moniker of Cackling Madcap with a laugh so terrifying, so grating that it sent chills down Jessie’s spine, forcing the Prince to turn his attention back to the gentle giant offering his assistance.
“What does SeeSaw want with me?”
“He will say he want someone to play with…but I believe he’s after your fear,” replied Mordecai, a solemn look upon his face…though this quickly warmed as the Gatekeeper concocted a plan.
“I can help you stop him, if you’re willing.”
Uncertain, the Prince turned back to the window to gaze upon Mr. Make Believe’s handiwork.
Only the madman was nowhere in sight…until he leapt at the Prince, giving him such a fright as to wake up.
To his astonishment, nothing changed from when he went to sleep. He looked to the window, and noticed nothing different…no chopped or burned trees, and no SeeSaw.
This left the Prince feeling worried, alone…but he knew an ally was within reach with Mordecai.
Unbeknownst to the Prince, he was far from alone in his residence…for watching from a great distance was a cloaked man, his eyes set firmly upon the Prince’s home.
The man’s intentions were unknown, but with Corvus anything was fair game.
Cut.
TENCHU AND THE IMPALER
Once upon a time…
There was a nice little Japanese robot. He loved his clan so very much, but he fell into a long sleep. One day, he woke up and went looking for the clan, but he couldn’t find them. Into the woods he went, wearing a red hood to keep himself safe.
He walked into the woods. As he did, a shadowy figure stalked him.
“My, what a wonderful partner you could make!” the shadow howled to himself.
The sneaky man saw the cloak on Tenchu’s hood and grinned an evil grin.
“That is how I will make you my partner.”
As Tenchu walked in the woods, he saw his clan symbol on a tree. Excited he was to see it, he ran to the tree, and knocked on the door. A nice masked man, with a devious smile, opened it up.
“TENCHU! My, how you’ve grown!”
Tenchu bowed politely as he walked into the home.
“I don’t seem to remember you; how do you know who I am?”
The Impaler smiles again as he taps the Odawara clan symbol he had embroidered on his chest.
“I am an old ally of your clan, you have been gone for so long you must have forgotten.” Said the Impaler as he nestled into his bed.
Tenchu sat for a moment as he tries to remember. He looks to his host with confusion.
“But you look nothing like my old allies, how do I know?”
“Come a little closer, and see.”
Tenchu approaches Impaler to take a better look. Impaler takes out an old document, and presents it to Kodokushi.
“My, what accurate work!” Tenchu says to the Impaler.
“This was given to me by an old master of the Odawara clan, to ensure you’d know I was an ally should we ever meet!”
Tenchu stands up and bows to the Impaler, as the evil grin crosses his face.
Cut.
THE SANDMAN, DEATHNOTE & SIGIL vs. ALBERT SHAW, BANZAN & CORVUS
It’s time for a Trios match! Can the former champ Shaw get some revenge on Sandman with the help of Banzan and Corvus or will Sandman with Deathnote and Sigil at his side make him sleep again? We find out next!
DING! DING! Shaw is in this match first and Deathnote is in for his team! Shaw rushes towards Deathnote! Deathnote goes for a swift clothesline but Shaw ducks it! GBH! CLAYMORE TO SANDMAN! Shaw wasn’t even focused on Deathnote and Sandman falls to the floor!
Shaw tries to step through the ropes but Sigil is having none of that! MERCIFUL! CHOP TO THE NECK OF A PRONE SHAW! Shaw falls back into the ring! Deathnote climbs to the top rope! KISS OF DEATH! HE HIT ALL OF THAT DOUBLE STOMP! HE COVERS! ONE! TWO! NO! KICKOUT!
Deathnote is trying to pull Shaw up but Shaw bats the hands away! Jumping knee strike by Shaw! It stuns Deathnote and drops him to a knee! Shaw jumps to tag in Banzan! Banzan instantly charges Deathnote! MAGGA! HE HITS ALL OF THAT KINSHASA KNEE! HE COVERS! ONE! TWO! NO! COSMIC LEAP! SIGIL BREAKS IT UP WITH A DIVING KNEE DROP FROM A PORTAL ABOVE!
Sigil drags Deathnote to their corner and makes him tag in Sandman! Shaw does the same to Banzan and makes him tag in Corvus! Corvus instantly rushes Sandman! He needs any edge he can to take down the monster! He does a flurry of attacks Sandman! SANDMAN INTERRUPTS HIM THE WORST OF WAYS! 40 WINKS! HE’S GOUGING HIS EYES OUT! Corvus stomps on his foot! BLACK HAND’S BLADE! RKO OUTTA NOWHERE! CORVUS COVERS! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Corvus pins the world champ to win it for his team!
ALBERT SHAW & NIGEL ROYAL
Once upon a time there was a silver-tongued criminal named Albie who was always on the lookout for a good deal…
He was an eager opportunist with a keen eye but in his arrogance, he began to boast that he could indeed spin straw into gold. Indeed, he had accomplished much. But he soon found himself without gold, while some Bad Mother Fuckers turned the kingdom upside down.
One day, he was approached by a strange fellow who presented Albie with an offer he surely couldn’t refuse.
“My name is Rumpelstiltskin… You say you can spin straw into gold, but you’ve gotten yourself in a pickle now, haven’t you?”
Albie, who was used to standing on his own two feet, wanted nothing to do with the strange little man. He promptly told him to fuck right off.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say, not when I can spin the straw into gold for you. Together, we can stop these Bad Mother Fuckers. We can take their gold from them too.”
Our friend Albie didn’t look too impressed with the strange little man and his golden proposition.
“Rumpelstiltskin, you foul little prick. If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you thrice… Fuck right off mate and take your gold spinning wheel with you.”
Rumpelstiltskin danced a little dance with a twinkle in his eye.
“Oh, ho-ho! You nasty prick…
This is what you get for being a dick!
One way or another, we’ll spin our wealth,
Deny me again and it’ll be bad for your health.”
With a huff and a puff, little Rumpelstiltskin was gone. Leaving his warning hanging in the air like a foul stench. Albie didn’t want his help to spin the gold, for fast fingered opportunists like him usually land on their feet anyway.
But something told him, he hadn’t heard the last from Rumpelstiltskin yet…
Cut.
SIMON vs. TWO-FACE
Once upon a time two allies were made to fight in a ring littered with weaponry. Each one must fight for their own happy ending!
Simon already has his Equalizer, the steel chair in hand! Two-Face flips his coin! HE BEGINS TO SET UP A TABLE! Simon rushes his partner and cracks the chair across his back! Two-Face stumbles and Simon bounces him headfirst off of the table! GAMBIT! SPINNING BACK FIST!
Two-Face bounces backwards onto the ropes and into Simon’s hands! SIMONPLEX! FISHERMAN- NO! TWO-FACE WITH THE KNEE TO THE HEAD! He spins them around! SIMONPLEX! TWO-FACE HITS SIMON WITH HIS OWN FISHERMAN SUPLEX RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE! The former politician flips his coin and instead of going for the cover grabs a bat!
Simon gets to his feet AND BARELY DODGES THE BAT! ROLL UP TO TWO-FACE! Two-Face rolls through however and grabs a trash can that he pings off of Simon’s head! He throws it into the corner and grabs his partner- TORRE ATTACK! BULLDOG TO THE CORNER BY SIMON CRUMPLES TWO-FACE FACE FIRST INTO THETRASH CAN!
Two-Face is out of it and Simon drags him from the corner! The Grandmaster mimics flipping a coin as he grabs his chair and backs up, waiting for Two-Face to stand up! CATALAN OPENING! KNEE TREMBLER WITH THE CHAIR TO TWO-FACE! He covers! One! Two! Three!
The Taskmaster has proven his skill once again with a win over Two-Face! He helps his partner to his feet as the match comes to a close!
SIR RENAULT & SANCTUS BELLATOR
Once upon a time…
There was a man abandoned in the urban jungle of Hell’s Kitchen. Like a parent leaving their child in the woods, his time left him a long time ago.
The only thing he had to remind him of why he has fought for centuries was faith. Remnants of religion were his pathway to the holy grail.
Crosses were a clear indicator that people still believed in God yet like a bird consuming a trail of bread crumbs, this secular world consumed any ounce of faith people had.
He almost gave up until one other believer walked into his midst.
With a cross emblazoned on his forehead, Sanctus Bellator was Sir Renault’s lighthouse in the tumultuous sea of the Slaughterhouse.
Sanctus said, “When we are most lost and can’t make the path anymore, he will carry us.”
Sir Renault instantly knew he was in good company.
He traveled with Sanctus all the way to his convent in the mountain.
Like a kid seeing a house made of candy, Sir Renault’s eyes were wide open with awe when he saw Templars everywhere.
They nodded their head, Renault’s name had reached the mountain.
While Renault was in awe, Sanctus nodded with gluttonous glee as he saw a path to the return of Yahweh.
He was ready to feast because of Renault’s faith.
“Ready to prove your faith Sir Renault?” Sanctus interrupted his wonder.
“Certainly” Renault exclaimed.
“I was hoping you’d say that. ” Sanctus proclaimed.
Cut.
TWO-FACE, SIMON, & VIPER ROBERTS
Once upon a time there was a town called the Slaughterhouse.
And it had become infested with monsters, unlike anything they’d ever seen before, though they did not know the nature of these beasts.
The Mayor and the town council were at their wits’ end. As they were sitting one day in the town hall racking their poor brains, and bewailing their hard fate, who should run in but the town beadle.
“Please your Honor,” says he, “here is a very queer fellow come to town. I don’t rightly know what to make of him.”
“Show him in,” said the Mayor, and in he stepped.
A queer fellow, truly. For there wasn’t a color of the rainbow but you might find it in some corner of his dress, and he was tall and thin, and had keen piercing eyes.
“I’m called the Pied Viper,” he began. “A golden haired snake told me of you plight. And pray what might you be willing to pay me, if I rid you of every single monster in the Slaughterhouse?”
“Death is all that you are owed, Pied Viper.” The Mayor replied.
But the forked-tongue of the Pied Viper is mighty.
“I know that you failed to destroy the villainous fuckers of mothers, but these new monsters do not seek gold. They only seek blood.” He told them, holding his whistle. “I can deliver you from them.”
“Never,” said the Mayor, “we will never let you twist us to your schemes.”
“You will give me what I ask,” said the Viper shortly; “and if I were you I’d do it quickly. For I can pipe many kinds of tunes, as folk sometimes find to their cost.”
“Would you threaten us, you strolling vagabond?” shrieked the Mayor’s partner Simon. “You may do your worst, my good man,” and with that he turned short upon his heel.
“Very well,” said the Viper, and he smiled a quiet smile. With that he laid his pipe to his lips, and a shrill keen tune sounded through the Slaughterhouse.
The Mayor and Simon scoffed, but soon after many others came pouring out of the walls of the Slaughterhouse, from golden haired and fair to matted dirty hair and ugly. But in the throng of those at the behest of the Viper’s pipe, the Mayor spotted one woman that looked familiar.
As the Viper paced down the halls of the Slaughterhouse, his snakes began to follow him. Dancing, laughing, joining hands and tripping feet, the bright throng moved along, laughter breaking to fade and die away as deeper and deeper into the darkness the Viper went, his snakes at his heel.
All the while, the Mayor and Simon watched and waited. They mocked no longer now.
“We must ally with him.” Simon says.
Hatred is often stilled from pragmatic truth, and the Mayor was always two-minds on every subject.
“We must.” The Mayor replies.
Broken.
VIPER ROBERTS vs. HOLLYWOOD LUKE STORM
Bad Mother Fuckers helped The Viper become the latest Invasion winner but now the favor has been paid and both men are back to square one. Will Roberts finally prove he’s better then Storm or will Hollywood once again prove to the Head Snake that he’s the real fucking deal?The bell sounds as both men circle the ring, both with that cocky ass grin that barely extends past there lips as they focus in on one another, waiting for the first slip-up.
Storm points to the crowd, distracting Viper for a split second but that allows Hollywood to rush forward
RIGHT INTO A HARD RIGHT HAND! Roberts sucked in Hollywood there as he batters down on Storm with his superior brawling skills, backing Hollywood into the ropes before sending him running across the ring
CLOTHESLIN…NO! Storm ducks under, grabbing Roberts from behind. GERMAN SU..ROBERTS LANDS ON HIS FEET! Storm turns around
LARIAT! Roberts nearly takes his damn head off before dropping down for the early pinfall
ONE
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….STORM KICKS OUT! Roberts swivels over, locking in a headlock as he tries to use his larger bulk to grind Hollywood into the mat. Storm tries to get to his feet but Viper’s tenacious in his grip, trying to weaken up that neck so he can sink his fangs in it.
Hollywood slowly pulls himself up to his feet, gritting his teeth under the hard elbow shots from Viper before dropping down to his knees for a jawbreaker
VIPER LETS GO, DROPPING DOWN AND FOLDING STORM UP INTO A PINFALL!
ONE
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STORM JUST KICKS OUT!
Hollywood gets to his feet, almost dropping that all important first fall early on as Viper grins that sociopathic smile at his adversary. Storm shrugs, nodding his head
BEFORE LEAPING FORWARD WITH A HARD KNEE TO THE JAW!
Roberts is taken off guard by that huge strike as Hollywood pummels him with lightning fast lefts and rights before a huge elbow to the jaw stuns Viper. Roberts tries for a clothesline that Storm ducks under
PELE KICK! Roberts is loopy from that kick as Storm rolls back
LIGHTNING STRIKE! SUPERKICK! It hits flush as Roberts crashes to the mat, Hollywood quickly dropping down for the cover
ONE
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ROBERTS GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Viper slowly stumbles up to his feet, Storm rushing forward for a second Lightning Strike but Roberts manages to sidestep out of the way. Hollywood turning back into a stunning paintbrush slap before his arm is twisted into a hammerlock
SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!
Hollywood stumbles to his feet into a series of hard jabs. Left, Right, Left, Right before Viper pulls him in
ODE TO…….NO! Storm slips out, grabbing Viper from behind
BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX! Hollywood lands it out of nowhere as the referee counts
ONE
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THREE!!!
Hollywood Luke Storm: 1…. Viper Roberts: 1
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Storm gets to his feet, confused as he berates the referee on why they both got put down for a fall. The referee simply tells Storm both shoulders were down
BOTH MEN GOT PINNED TO THE MAT! WE’RE ON OUR FINAL FALL!
Hollywood looks pissed at himself, having driven this match to sudden death already as he spies Viper slowly rising himself
BEFORE DRILLING HIM IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD WITH A RUNNING KNEE STRIKE!
Roberts could well be knocked out there but Hollywood ain’t taking chances as he backs up, almost begging for Viper to get to his feet before leaping forward
LIGHTNING STRIKE #2! It hits flush, Roberts crashing to the mat as Hollywood hooks the leg for the cover
ONE
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ROBERTS KICKS OUT!
Storm is pissed, as he backs up, waiting for Roberts to get to his feet once more
LIGHTNING STRIKE #3! Roberts doesn’t go down this time, stumbling on his feet as he walks right into
DOWNPOUR! The Codebreaker hits flush as that has to be it but Storm isn’t covering. Looking up at the top rope as he’s looking for the hat trick here, the combination no man kicks out of. Hollywood slowly climbs up to the top rope, pausing for a moment to flip off the crowd before diving off
THUNDER….HITS KNEES! Roberts counters out of nowhere, taking all the wind out of Hollywood who stumbles up to his feet
RIGHT INTO THE ODE TO SNAKE! A DDT that would make old Jake proud, Roberts drives Hollywood into the mat but he doesn’t cover, pulling him up instead as he looks to drive his fangs deep into Hollywood’s flesh.
EYE RAKE! LIGHTNING STRIKE #4! Storm counters the Neckbreaker attempt before drilling Viper with yet another Superkick but he’s not done. Rolling back as he hits
LIGHTNING STRIKE #5….LIGHTNING STRIKE #6! IT’S A LIGHTNING STRIKE PARTY!
Roberts somehow is still on his feet but barely as Hollywood backs up, shooting an imaginary pistol at Viper before rushing forward once more
LIGHTNING STRIKE #7…HITS THE REFEREE!!! Viper pulled the referee in the way just in time as Hollywood knocks him out fucking cold. Storm turns to Roberts as he notices his mistake
LOW BLOW! Roberts went down low to tinseltown as Hollywood drops to the mat. Roberts delivers a hard kicking to the prone Storm before he looks to ringside and his Invasion briefcase as he gets a devious idea.
Roberts rolls out, grabbing the briefcase before rolling back in as he stalks Storm, looking to rattle some brain cells with that hard steel. Hollywood slowly getting to his feet as Roberts rushes forward
STORM DROPS DOWN INTO THE SPLITS! NUT PUNCH!
DOES NOTHING!
SNAKE OIL!
Roberts just chuckles, smacking his groin as the clever sociopath is wearing a goddamn cup. Storm is blind and swinging wildly before Roberts winds up
AND DRIVES THE BRIEFCASE INTO STORM’S SKULL!
Hollywood is out on his feet as Roberts wraps his arms around Storm’s skull
SNAKEBITE! Roberts nails that neckbreaker as he drops down for the cover on the unconscious Storm
BUT THE REFEREE’S STILL OUT COLD!
Roberts finally notices, looking pissed as he gets off Storm, shaking the referee awake before forcing him to count
ONE
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HOLLYWOOD KICKS OUT!
Roberts looks pissed, he’d have had that if the referee wasn’t so slow to count but he has Storm right where he wants him now.
Roberts pulls Storm up, drilling him with a hard knee to the jaw before lifting him up high in the air with a Vertical Suplex
STORM SLIPS OUT….GALE FORCE
GALE FORCE OUT OF NOWHERE! The stunner knocks Roberts out cold as Hollywood collapses onto the cover
ONE
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THREE!!!
Hollywood steals a victory out of nowhere here tonight, Roberts withstood the Lightning and the Downpour but even the Snake couldn’t survive the Gale Force of the Bad Mother Fucker
THE WARPED, THE DARKNESS & BLACK SKULL
Click.
The sound of snapping fingers sends us hurtling back to reality. Every ounce of fairy-tale surrounding us dissipates. We’re immediately thrust into the very normal surroundings of The Butchers former office.
Stood there, The Warped chuckles with a demented smile, utterly thrilled at what he’s accomplished. The Darkness watches on.
Suddenly, Black Skull appears.
“He’s figured it out,” he snarls.
The Warped nods.
“Yes, but no-one believes him, sire,” he giggles. “Did you see that? They were in a fairy-tale world and he couldn’t convince a soul of it.”
Black Skull grabs him by the throat, running him backwards into the wall.
“This isn’t a game,” he growls angrily. “Sigil knowing what’s happening is the last thing we needed. You may have everyone else fooled, but he was the target.”
The Darkness tries to reason with Black Skull and save his brother.
“He can’t stop us alone,” Darkness pleads. “Please, sire, as long as my brother continues to warp our reality, he’s stuck in an endless cycle of changing channels.”
Reluctantly, Skull releases Warped, who grabs his throat and coughs.
“Besides,” Warped chimes in hoarsely. “Our brother is coming, right? Right?”
His excitement is overwhelming. Black Skull nods.
“Perhaps I can take this opportunity to toy with Sigil?” The Darkness offers. “After all, when he gets here, Sigil will be more than occupied, won’t he?”
The Black Skull steps away, turning around to think about it.
“He’s coming at Warped,” Skull announces. “And it won’t be long before this is over. Torment him. Make him suffer. Remind him that no-one will ever take his side.”
The Warped chuckles.
The Darkness nods.
We cut.