Souls To Carry
Flutter.
The Killing Floor. A blue steel door is all that separates Arcadia from one of its most brutal places. Tombstone stands before it, peering inside the glass panel window with an eager eye.
Reluctantly, and weary of a trap, he pushes the door open with a loud creak. The sound echoes through what must be an empty room.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I’ve never seen him so cautious.
MATT RUBY: I daren’t guess what he might find inside there, Bronco.
Tombstone cautiously enters the room, his eyes darting from location to location within it. He walks through the darkness towards a singular light that dangles above two chairs, covered in blood.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Oh my…
MATT RUBY: That’s a lot of blood. I feel sick.
As he approaches, his eyes stop short of just beyond the chairs.
Two bodies.
Mark Hayes and Raven – their heads pulverised to mush. Brain matter, blood and gore is strewn violently across the floor and beside them, a hammer resides.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: [Shocked] He… he killed them, Matt.
The same hammer Zeus threatened them with at Locked & Loaded.
Before Tombstone can angrily turn to leave, Igor Mortis appears, stood behind him and in his way. The Ferryman stops in his tracks, a face like thunder.
“Vengeance must be swift and plentiful,” Mortis confirms, putting a hand on the Ferryman’s shoulder. “But first, you have souls to carry.”
With a flicker of the screen, static appears.
As do the visages of Mark Hayes and Raven.
Tombstone nods.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I’m lost for words.
MATT RUBY: Raven and Mark Hayes have been murdered. Six Feet Under is down two men and Zeus has finally sent a message to Tombstone that the whole of Arcadia will surely hear.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: At the cost of lives, Matt. At the cost of lives!
Flutter.
And they’re all gone.
The Rise Of Countenence
Previously – Ring of Dreams, five weeks ago.
Ring of Dreams has not long concluded and there’s a celebration at the Cade residence. CJ Thorpe is fresh off his defeat to Narcissa Balenciaga, unable to win the OSW World Championship. The celebration isn’t for his efforts, it’s for Jackson’s.
The banners above read congratulations on becoming Sheriff and family and friends surround him in the middle of the Cade living room, toasting, cheering and drinking to his success.
Finally, there’s a tinkling of glasses as George Cade rises with a champagne glass in hand.
“Tonight, my son made me the proudest of fathers. He became the Sheriff of Arcadia,” he says beaming from ear to ear, his smile wide. He’s thrilled for his boy. Jackson looks on, a little red faced and embarrassed. “Our family hasn’t always been on the right side of the law...”
Eyes dart quickly towards CJ, who folds his arms. They don’t know what or who George was.
“But tonight, our son changes that. He becomes the law. Jackson, Arcadia will be a better place for your leadership. In my heart of hearts, I believe that most of all. We, your family, will support you through thick and thin, you have my word,” George says raising the glass up. “To Jackson Cade, the Arcadian Sheriff.”
“Here! Here!” Cheer family and friends in the background. “Here! Here!”
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We have up next the Antagonist Grizzly St. Claire in his debut match for OSW taking on Arcadia’s Private Investigator Candy Kane.
MATT RUBY: I am always happy to see the always sweet Ms. Kane and yeah, we have this new guy.
Referee Cole Holt calls for the bell and we get underway as Grizzly rushes Kane massive Running Lariat! Misses the target as Candy ducks the larger man’s arm and cracks him in the face with a Right Hook to the jaw stunning St. Claire. Quickly following it up with a Frankensteiner!
MATT RUBY: GUMDROP PARADISE BY CANDY KANE! Making me wish I could be between those legs in my own paradise!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You’re a sick degenerate, you know that, Matt.
Grizzly staggers back to his feet as Kane stalks him... Reverse Bulldog!
ONE HARD JAWBREAK – NO! St. Clair shrugs off his much lighter foe before hooking her up into Suplex and Stalling it out for nearly half a minute before Spinning it out into a - POLAR OPPOSITE - Brain Buster! After driving Candy on her head St. Claire spins back to his feet still holding Kane back up with him, Flatliner!
KODIAK – CLAW, CLAW, MANDIBLE CLAW!
CANDY CANE CRUSH!
CANDY KANE SHOVES HER GLOVED FINGERS DOWN THE GULLET OF GRIZZLY, SQUEEZING TIGHTLY AS ST. CLAIRE FADES, CRUMBLING TO HIS BACK, AND PUTTING KANE IN A PINNING POSITION AS HOLT DROPS DOWN TO MAKE THE COUNT!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Kane manages to secure victory from the jaws of defeat!
MATT RUBY: And if she wants to celebrate, I’m right here!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Oh, shut up Matt!
Strange Bedfellows
Matt Ruby and Bronco Blackwood are sat at the announce position, facing the camera.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Ladies and gentlemen, the Authority Scott Sterling has been announcing teams for the upcoming Chain Reaction event over the last month.
MATT RUBY: A fine job he’s done, too!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Every participant has been sent a letter detailing which team they’re a part of along with a place to meet tonight.
MATT RUBY: This is how you build a match, Bronco.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I’ve got word the first team is about to meet.
Cut to backstage.
Gemini skips lightly down the hallway, holding her letter. She comes to a partially open door, where raucous banter can be heard.
She pushes it open to find The Gathering cutting up while Hatchet seems in deep conversation with Gravedigger.
It all goes silent as Nature’s Delight enters the room. All eyes are on her.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Talk about a ray of light into a dark place.
MATT RUBY: I’d stick my ray of light into her dark place.
Hatchet breaks into a grin, his voice dripping with charm as he addresses her.
"Ah, Nature’s Delight, and I see why they call you that, graces us with her presence. Just in time, too. Gravedigger and I were just hashing out details for a little team-building exercise next week. You game to join us?"
Gemini’s face lights up, her naive excitement palpable.
"That sounds like so much fun! I’d love to join! What are we doing?"
"Ah, it's a surprise," Hatchet replies, his tone playful yet laced with an undercurrent Gemini doesn’t catch. "But it’s gonna bring us all closer, right, Gravedigger?"
Gravedigger nods, his expression unreadable. "It will be... enlightening."
"Perfect! I'll bring my camera!" Gemini claps her hands together.
Hatchet laughs, clapping a hand on Gravedigger’s shoulder as he steers his crew towards the door. "Alright, let’s roll out. We’ve got shit to do."
As they exit, Hatchet leans closer to one of his crew, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "If she had half the brains she had ass, we’d be in good shape."
MATT RUBY: Right? Makes me feel dirty thinking of the things I’d like to do to her.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You’re sick. But the real question is: what the hell is this team building exercise Hatchet is talking about?
At Odds
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Folks, we’ve just got word that another of the Chain Reaction teams is about to meet.
MATT RUBY: Sterling has been working hard behind the scenes to find teams that have the potential to be dynamic at Chain Reaction.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: How on the same page they will be, I’m not so sure.
Destructo Boy and Jasper Redgrave are alone in a backstage room. Neither seems that happy about Sterling’s choice of partner. Destructo Boy is first to voice his concerns.
“Let’s just be clear, I don’t trust you. Why would I? You're a…”
Jasper Redgrave interrupts him, a smirk on his face.
“A monster? Well, my reputation precedes me. What makes you think I care what a child thinks?”
Destructo Boy eyeballs him, the pair stand toe to toe. A cough interrupts the tension. Aurora has entered the room.
“Well, we're getting along just fine aren't we?”
Both men turn to her, their glares now directed at her. Redgrave doubles down on his frustration.
“We're not handing out participation ribbons. I'm trying to create a masterpiece, but stuck with two kindergarteners fingerprinting.”
Aurora doesn't hesitate, slapping Redgrave across the cheek.
MATT RUBY: I like ‘em feisty. Aurora definitely ticks that box!
Redgrave glares at her, then turns on his heel and leaves. Destructo Boy doesn't seem too happy with Aurora.
“We're stuck with that asshole. How is that helping?”
Aurora exhales a frustrated sigh and exits as well, leaving Destructo Boy alone.
MATT RUBY: She's got a match to get to, no time for this drama.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: These three need to find a way to get on the same page. This mutual distrust is going to tear them apart.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We have a big fatal fourway here tonight folks as four hungry Olympians fight to rise up those ranks. Will we see a little Thrill, some Weird, a little Sunshine or god forbid, will someone get downed by the clown tonight?
MATT RUBY: Everyone's getting downed by the clown tonight Bronco, Hatchet's just too much for anyone inside that ring.
The bell sounds as Klaus and Sunshine rush at one another, Klaus pounding down on his rival with heavy lefts and rights trying to remove that smile permanently. Hatchet just stands back, grinning wide but he's struck from behind
SOLAR STORM! RUNNING METEORA TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Sunshine headbutts Klaus back, the Warden staggering back before rushing forward. CATCH ME! Sunshine nails that Crossbody as Aurora climbs up to the top, looking for the twisting Moonsault
NORTHERN LIGHTS...NOBODY WAS HOME AS AURORA ONLY HITS CANVAS
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Aurora staggers up to her feet, Sunshine grabbing her in that Full Nelson and WELCOMING HER TO THE SUNSHINE CLUB! This very well could be it
MATT RUBY: That Oddball Klaus is behind him though, rolling him up in that freaky looking pinfall of his
ROLL UP! ROLL UP! Klaus wraps Sunshine up in the Clutch out of nowhere as Cole Holt slides in to count
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And just like last week Klaus Way has pinned Mr Sunshine yet again.
MATT RUBY: Party at the Freakshow tonight and you're not invited Bronco!
The Rabbit Hole
We find ourselves in a familiar part of the Slums. A ramshackle old cabin in the corner of the level that could only belong to The Burned Man. The former Maxwell Rijen steps through the doors of his home, stopping immediately in his tracks.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Why'd he stop?
MATT RUBY: I say he's taking in the view! I know I would if Candy Kane was in my home.
"What are you doing here?" Burned Man stances up as he stares down the detective who sits patiently in the middle of his home.
"I was going to simply look around, but I thought it would be more polite to question you in person." She smirks, going to light her cigarette only to stop at the last second. "My apologies."
With a small sigh Maxwell crosses his arms, tilting his head. "Question me about what?"
"Well," Candy begins. "Years ago, one Maxwell Rijen helped bust a member of the Carelli crime family. Now, I doubt you have any connections now... But I need to know if you had any information on them? Gino's nowhere to be found and I believe he's hiding in one of the family's former haunts."
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Candy is nothing if not driven. I reckon Gino had a good reason to go into hiding.
MATT RUBY: Couldn't be me. I like a woman who's insatiable.
Burned Man shakes his head. "I don't have anything for you, Candy. Crime families like the Carelli's are deadly, I think you'd do well to stay away from them."
Candy simply chuckles, standing up to walk past Maxwell. "I know you have information on them somewhere, Maxwell. I appreciate the concern, but nothing is going to keep me from going down this rabbit hole."
As the detective leaves, Burned Man shuts the door, shaking his head. "Girl's gonna get herself killed."
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We have the second of three immense Fatal Fourways here tonight! Who do you have winnin', Ruby?
MATT RUBY: Of two geezers, a teen boy, and Gemini? Take a guess.
The bell rings and all four competitors begin to brawl amongst themselves! Doom is immediately onto Destructo Boy with devastating lefts and rights before Midnight runs them down with a double clothesline!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: THE CURE! SPRINGBOARD TORNDADO DDT TO MIDNIGHT FROM GEMINI!
MATT RUBY: SPIN ON THAT BEANPOLE, GEMINI!
Malakai lands in a heap and Gemini tries to go for an early pin only for Doom to blindside her with a massive righthand! He drops her to a knee with a massive elbow then hits the ropes!
THE SCRAMBLER! MASSIVE RUNNING KNEE! HE COVERS!
ONE!
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TWO!
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MATT RUBY: Get your wrinkly self off of her!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: NO NEED! BROKEN HEART! 630 SENTON FROM DESTRUCTO BOY!
Destructo boy crushes both competitors and rolls to his feet! He looks to call for the end but he's being stalked from behind!
DEVIL'S ADVOCATE! SPINNING FOREARM FROM MIDNIGHT!
Malakai is the last man standing and he begs for Destructo Boy to stand up! He hits the ropes!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: CLOCK STRIKES MIDNIGHT- NO! BLACKENED SOUL! SPINNING URANAGE!
MATT RUBY: HE COVERS!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
MATT RUBY: How did the kid win?
BRONCO: This match was chaotic, but despite it all Destructo Boy was able to pick up the victory here tonight!
On The Hunt I
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Our next match is-
MATT RUBY: Can it, Blackwood! I just got word that there's a chase ensuing backstage!
We appear backstage, where Grizzly is seen running for his life. Behind him is El Mariachi Muerte, who is quickly gaining ground.
MATT RUBY: That crazy Mariachi looks absolutely pissed!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: With the assault on him and Gemini Zeus ordered last week? Singing Death can't be blamed for feeling that way!
Just then, the Antagonist trips over a wire and hits the ground with a thud. As he attempts to stand, EMM grabs him by the collar and shoves him into the nearest wall.
"Hijo de puta," Muerte says with venom. "Who put you up to attack us?" St. Claire only responds with laughter, which makes the Mariachi angrier. "Test me at your peril, pendejo."
"What makes you think I didn't work alone?" Grizzly asks, drawing a growl from EMM.
"I know your type, Grizzly. You wouldn't do something as stupid as attacking me without being put up to it." Muerte turns his foe around before slamming him into the wall again. "Was it Zeus? Did he talk you into doing it? Tell me before I lose my patience!"
"Go fuck yourself," the Antagonist taunts before kicking the Mariachi in the testicles! The musician collapses to the ground, holding his jewels as St. Claire proceeds to make a mad dash away from his pursuer. As he makes his way out of the backstage area, Singing Death looks up at the direction he ran, silently vowing to his adversary that the hunt isn't over.
MATT RUBY: How the hell does he know that the Baron ordered the attack?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: He'd be my prime suspect too. Who else could convince someone to attack two former horsemen of Apokalypsis?
Cut.
Unspoilt
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We’ve gotten word the third of our Chain Reaction teams has assembled!
In a locker room, Malakai Midnight stands nose to nose with Klaus Way. Behind them, the Unnaturals and the Night Owls are yelling back and forth.
Caught in the middle, almost unnoticed at first, is Felix Foley.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Poor Felix.
MATT RUBY: What about poor Klaus? Poor Malakai? They’re the ones that have to deal with that idiot.
Felix suddenly becomes the focal point as Klaus turns to him, his voice slicing through the cacophony.
"Felix, help us settle this," Klaus demands, his hand gesturing toward the agitated Malakai. “Who will lead this team?”
Felix's expression hardens, his voice steady and resolute.
"I can't mediate for you, Klaus. Not with him," he nods slightly towards Malakai, his disdain palpable. "I won't associate with anyone linked to Tombstone."
Malakai's smirk is slow, sinister. "You shouldn't worry about Tombstone, Felix. He's made it clear—the son of Fernicus is to remain unspoilt... until he decides otherwise."
The words hit Felix harder than he’d like to admit, his face contorting briefly in a mix of anger and disgust. Without another word, he storms out of the locker room.
MATT RUBY: Doesn’t he see what’s at stake? He can’t swallow his pride for one second?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Pride? Tombstone killed his father, brother, and nearly him, and you’re going to say he should ignore it?
MATT RUBY: But he didn’t kill him, did he?
Klaus watches him go, then turns back to Malakai. "He's going to be a problem."
Malakai nods, his eyes narrowing. "Agreed. But remember, Klaus—don't lay a finger on him. Tombstone's orders are clear, and we're going to follow them. For now."
As the leaders disengage and the groups disperse, the tension remains.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The final of our Chain Reaction preview matches is up now. A chance to see these teams go head to head and see who carries the momentum.
NICK RUBY: Gravedigger, Nox, Redgrave and Foley all square off in a fatal four way. This oughta be good!
Nox starts strong, lining up Jasper Redgrave with a Clothesline, but Regrave promptly grabs Felix Foley and uses him as a human shield.
NOX TAKES OUT FOLEY!
REDGRAVE SPINS NOX AROUND! PORTRAIT OF A KILLER!
THE NIGHTMARE PENDULUM DRILLS HIM!
Gravedigger is waiting for Redgrave to stand, charging at him. BULLHAMMER!
HE NAILED JASPER REDGRAVE WITH THE SHOVEL READY!
Gravedigger cannot capitalise, as Redgrave rolls himself out of the ring to safety. Felix Foley stirs, he and Gravedigger meet in the centre of the ring to trade blows.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Felix Foley gets the upper hand of the exchange and grabs Gravedigger.
MATT RUBY: THE FALL GUY! He’s the only one left, pin the geezer!
Foley goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Nox sweeps in to break up the pin. Redgrave is also back to his feet, sliding into the ring.
The trio meet together.
FOLEY TAKES OUT NOX!
CUT THE STRINGS!
BUT REDGRAVE IS RIGHT THERE!
SYMPHONY OF SYMMETRY!
REDGRAVE NAILS FELIX FOLEY AND COVERS FOR THE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Jasper Redgrave saw the opportunity and took it. He claims the victory tonight and his team’s momentum moving into next week.
The Fall Of Countenence
Presently – Vendetta, the Cade family residence.
There’s no fanfare, no celebration, no banners or party streamers. The Cade residence is the opposite of five weeks ago when Jackson became Sheriff of Arcadia.
George and CJ sit on chairs opposite each other, across a dining room table.
The contrast in how it was then to how it is now is stark.
The OSW World Heavyweight Championship rests neatly on the table in front of them both, Thorpe’s eyes having never left it. George sits back and folds his arms, sighing.
“You did it. I told you that I’d get you another opportunity, but you’d have to take it. You did that, son,” George says sternly, a lack of congratulatory tone in his voice. He doesn’t feel as proud – or at least that’s how it feels to CJ. “But that real work begins now…”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Hmm. Would I be mistaken in thinking that daddy Cade may not be in a congratulatory mood?
MATT RUBY: He basically put the title in his son’s hands. What more does he want?
Thorpe doesn’t look happy. His eyes change focus from the title to his pop. “Jackson? Is that what you mean?”
George shakes his head.
“No,” he replies quickly and firmly. That wasn’t his intention. “You have a lot of making up to do for the wrongs you’ve committed over the years, son. Deathrow, The Uprising, the murders…”
Thorpe scoffs. “Me? You’re one to talk.”
There’s a short silence as both men evaluate their position. George chuckles to himself, seeing a lot of his own nature in the boy.
“That title puts you front and centre of Old School Wrestling. People will now look to you for guidance. Kids will look to you for leadership. The whole of Arcadia will see you as the best of the best and you need to prove it, week in and week out,” Poppa Cade says, standing up from the table. He walks towards the living room door, preparing to head out. “And that’s why the real work begins now.”
As his father leaves, CJ reaches out and grabs the World Championship. His eyes show betrayal, anger, frustration – jealousy, even. This wasn’t the reception he deserved or expected.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I don’t think this bolds well for Jackson, do you? George has set his son on the wrong path, here tonight. They say they parents screw up their children and that is no truer right now.
MATT RUBY: I can’t wait for them to destroy one another. Honestly, bring it on.
What’s he going to do about it?
Cut.
Hug It Out
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We have another Chain Reaction team scheduled to meet up.
MATT RUBY: Sterling has been wheeling and dealing, who is in this team?
Mister Sunshine is clasping his letter and smiling widely.
MATT RUBY: Oh, not that smiling git. I really feel for whoever has to drag him through Chain Reaction.
Two figures approach Sunshine, one from each of two opposite doors.
“Friends!” Mister Sunshine beams. “We're going to have so much fun together!”
He opens his arms, eager to get their partnership started with a friendly hug. The sentiment hangs in the air, neither teammate reciprocating.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: He makes even Felix Foley look like a tough guy.
MATT RUBY: I don’t think Doom is going to enjoy having another goofy pillock hanging off his coat tails.
Doom ignores Sunshine entirely, talking past him to Nox.
“How utterly disappointing. I had anticipated being paired with someone of a slightly less insipid caliber.”
Nox returns his sentiment, talking to Doom as if Sunshine wasn’t standing right there.
“Perhaps our friend can benefit from some transformative assistance? I’m sure I could concoct something.”
Doom pushes Sunshine out of the way, coming face to face with Nox.
“I’m not letting you loose on his mind. Precision is key, requiring a mind that outstrips yours.”
Nox laughs a wheezing laugh. Sunshine himself breaks the tension, holding up a hand between them.
“Go team! High fives?”
Both men look at Sunshine then walk off, leaving Sunshine’s hand hanging in the air.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Did they just agree to a contest, to see who can corrupt the mind of Sunshine?
MATT RUBY: I think they did. What’s worse, that grinning idiot has no clue what just happened.
Undeterred, Sunshine gives himself a high five instead.
“You’ll both see the light before long.”
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And here we have our main event ladies and gentlemen. The mysterious figure that had been stalking Narcissa for a month revealed herself in terrifying fashion as this Calypso, she's something else.
MATT RUBY: She's a damn jezabel is what she is. Attacking the poor defenseless queen after her grueling match, I for one am looking forward to Hera kicking that Voodoo butt all over the ring.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Better yet said then done Ruby, Narcissa looks petrified at the very sight of Calypso.
Narcissa indeed barely moves, instead just staring at the terrifying deathly visage of the Voodoo Child. Calypso just smiles before rushing forward
OFFERING! A brutal double chop to the throat drops Narcissa to her knees, coughing violently as Calypso begins laying in hard kicks and punches to a prone Hera before lifting her up by the throat with both hands, choking the air out of her lungs with a hanging chokehold.
MATT RUBY: ILLEGAL CHOKE! What the hell is that idiot Stanton doing? Surely even he can't allow such travesties of justice against the queen.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Steel Cage match Ruby. Only way to win is escape, anything else goes so this is very much legal.
Narcissa kicking wildly manages to swing upwards, nailing Calypso with a hard shot to the jaw that releases the grip just enough for Hera to wiggle her way out. Calypso stumbles on her feet as Narcissa begins lashing out
FAST FASHION! Hard kicks to the midsection and jaw stagger Calypso back into the ropes as Narcissa rushes forward
CALYPSO EASILY DODGES THE SUPERKICK! SPINNING BACK FIST!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Narcissa looks out from that brutal move but Calypso doesn't even look at the cage, she might just want to break Narcissa in half here Ruby.
MATT RUBY: I might just have to go in there and teach that witch a thing or two if she keeps this up.
Calypso slides onto the apron, slowly watching Narcissa stumble up to her feet as she looks to punish Hera just that little bit more.
GRAVE MISFORT....NO! Calypso goes for the diving Backstabber but Hera just dodges out of the way. Narcissa rushes forward at a kneeling Calypso but stops mid-run as the Voodoo Child stares deep into her eyes.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That fear's still deep rooted into the Queen here, and Calypso has to be loving every second of it.
A stiff headbutt sends the Queen staggering back as Calypso rushes at her once more.
MATT RUBY: DROP TOE HOLD! YES MY QUEEN FIGHT THROUGH THE FEAR AND DROP THIS UNDEAD BITCH!
Calypso is dropped throat first onto the bottom rope as Narcissa breaths deeply before rushing forward,
CATWALKING UP CALYPSO'S BACK
TIGER FEINT....GOES RIGHT THROUGH CALYPSO!
The image of Calypso fades away as Narcissa kicks through thin air.
MATT RUBY: And then there's this magician crap, how the hell is Hera meant to fight against that?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: It's something that very few have power over here in Olympus, Calypso's powers are very real and Narcissa is finding that out first hand.
Narcissa looks all around the ring, Calypso seemingly having vanished as she doesn't see the smoke rising behind her
SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX! Calypso drops an unsuspecting Narcissa right on the back of her neck but she's not done as she slithers down, locking her feet within the Queens before bridging back.
THE PACT! CALYPSO TRAPS NARCISSA IN THE MUTA LOCK AS THE QUEEN SCREAMS OUT IN PAIN!
MATT RUBY: Damnit Stanton do your job! That has to be an illegal hold that vile witch is using against the Queen.
Narcissa tries to go for the ropes but Calypso has the hold locked in tight as she's forced to tap out, but Miles does nothing as that doesn't end a steel cage match.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Calypso just keeping on that hold, Narcissa trying to submit but the only way to win is to escape the cage. This is just sickening torment for the Queen at this point.
Narcissa taps and taps, Calypso wrenching back with all her strength with a sickening grin before finally letting go. Hera is wracked with agony on the mat as Calypso doesn't escape. She just...stares at Hera with that sickening grin, waiting patiently for the Queen to slowly rise to her feet as flames begin flickering in her palms.
Narcissa slowly drags herself up by the ropes, holding her neck in pain as she turns to Calypso, only seeing the blackened flames for a moment before it's shot forward
BLACK MAGIC MISSILE! A ball of black flames shoots forward, striking Narcissa in the chest before she goes flying backwards, slamming nearly through the cage with cindering force.
MATT RUBY: Did that bitch just Hadouken the Queen? How is this a fair fight?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I've gotta agree with you there Ruby, Calypso is just toying with the former world champion at this point. It's not a match but it may well become a slaughter.
Narcissa is smoking at ringside, the fabric slightly burnt away from where the fireball impacted as Calypso slowly walks forward, lifting her by the hair as she looks for the killing blow. Calypso flips forwards
HUMAN...NO! NARCISSA CATCHES CALYPSO ON HER SHOULDERS, DROPPING BACKWARDS WITH A STUNNER OF HER OWN!
Calypso staggers up stunned as Narcissa screams in anger before unleashing everything she has left. Kicks, punches, headbutts before a big knee to the jaw stuns the Voodoo Child and Narcissa rolls back.
QUEENS BOOT! HARD SUPERKICK TO THE JAW DROPS CALYPSO!
MATT RUBY: YES! This is what I'm talking about. Beat that voodoo wannabee back to the bayou!
Calypso staggers to her feet as Narcissa rushes to the ropes, handspringing off
THE TRENDKILLER! HANDSPRING FOREARM PUTS CALYPSO DOWN TO ONE KNEE!
Narcissa rushes to the ropes, bouncing off the other side
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: BOW TO THE QUEEN! Running Meteora to the back of the head may be all Narcissa needs for victory but now she has to climb and in her state, does she have anything left to do so?
Narcissa looks absolutely spent but determined to win as she slowly walks over to the ropes before beginning to climb the cage. Rung by rung she slowly climbs up but she only gets about half way.
Before Calypso sits up.
MATT RUBY: How bad is this broads monthly that she just refuses to die?
Calypso quickly walks forward as Narcissa tries to rush up the cage. Calypso doesn't stop her but begins climbing alongside her until both are at the top. Narcissa tries to punch downwards but Calypso swats the hand away, stunning Hera with a backhand before climbing up right next to her.
Narcissa fights back with lefts and rights that Calypso seems to just tank before a hard headbutt rocks Hera and Calypso rears back.
BLOOD RITUAL! BLOOD MIST RIGHT TO THE FACE OF NARCISSA!
Narcissa is blinded and dazed as Calypso grabs her around the throat.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Oh this cannot be good for the Queen here.
Calypso just smiles before THROWING NARCISSA DOWN OFF THE CAGE TO THE FLOOR BELOW!
MATT RUBY: NO! Oh god this cannot be happening! Someone get some medics down here to check on poor Narcy Doll!
Calypso laughs a bone chilling laugh, sitting atop the cage as Mills quickly calls for the bell.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: A brutal match here tonight, Narcissa gets the victory but only because Calypso seemingly gave it to her.
MATT RUBY: Victory Schmichtory, Narcy Doll could be severely injured because of that damn witch. Six Feet Under is absolutely going to pay for what they've done here.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You and what army Ruby? Calypso looks just as powerful as Tombstone and nobody has been able to put him down for long. Unless Zeus can do something drastic soon, Six Feet Under may well be the future of Olympus and Arcadia.
Go Into Darkness
With the match over, Narcissa somehow struggles back to her feet and wearily stands on the outside of the ring looking back at Calypso – evil intentions in her eyes. She picked up an important vengeance gaining win here tonight, but this isn’t over, not by a long shot.
Static.
Gazump.
The lights go off and when they return, Narcissa is no longer outside the ring where she was just stood. She’s back inside it, staring into the pure white eyes of Calypso.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: HOW THE HELL DID SHE DO THAT!?
MATT RUBY: Can she do it with any woman!? We may need to have a chat!
“For many years, I’ve been beholden to the one you call Tombstone. He released me from the bond’s humanity placed around my neck,” Calypso says, grabbing her by the throat. Narcissa squirms but is unable to break free. “Humanity did that to me. They punished me for my black magic.”
Narcissa continues to struggle. “That wasn’t me…”
Calypso cackles deeply. “You puny mouns sound the same. Your nasal whining and whinging is paramount to failure. Don’t you understand? Six Feet Under are here to punish you and your kind. What you’ve done or not is of non consequence. All that matters is what we do with you.”
She violently tosses Balenciaga aside. The former OSW World Champion scrambles backwards, her façade of dominance broken by the sheer terror she feels when looking at Calypso.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I knew she was a member of Six Feet Under. This is all about what Zeus did to Raven and Mark Hayes. It must be!
MATT RUBY: That can only mean…
Static.
Gazump.
“Go into the darkness,” Calypso chants. “He’s here.”
The lights flash back on for a moment to show Tombstone standing behind Narcissa, inside the cage. She looks up at him.
Gazump.
And when they return, they’re all gone.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Narcissa is gone!
MATT RUBY:NO! Tombstone has… has... he’s kidnapped our Queen!
A Stop ■ symbol appears in the bottom right hand corner of the screen as a logo flashes up amongst static.
Cut.