Redgrave's New Nightmare
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
We find ourselves on the deserted streets of a level once known as The Bleak. Long since abandoned, the only person who walks the concrete covered alleyways is none other than Aurora. The Thrill Seeker looks uncharacteristically terrified as she walks through the level.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Bleak? No one's been here since Aarman Fidel's... Disgusting time in Arcadia.
MATT RUBY: This place is somehow scarier when it's empty. Not even Aurora is fine enough to liven this place up.
SKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
The sound of a blade on concrete makes Aurora leaps in terror! She turns around to see a shadowy figure tailing her from behind, a sickening chuckle echoing through the empty streets. He raises his blade above his head, Aurora only able to utter a quiet "Please, god," as the figure approaches.
"Oh, I am your god, Little Star."
Jasper Redgrave steps into the dim lights that flicker through the level, a demented smirk on his face as he rushes towards Aurora! He lashes out with his blade, the tip scraping down her palms as she holds her hands up to defend herself!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: RUN! BY GOD RUN, AURORA!
MATT RUBY: KICK THOSE GORGEOUS LEGS INTO GEAR!
Aurora disappears down an alleyway, Jasper in hot pursuit! Redgrave turns a corner after Aurora only to find his Star gone from view! The Artist walks forwards, inspecting any would be hiding places. Checking corners, peering into the abandoned homes. However, Aurora is nowhere to be found.
And Redgrave merely smirks.
"Run, Little Star. Run. It only means I get to make another scene."
As Jasper takes his leave, the camera pans to reveal Aurora, hands clasped over her mouth, tucked in a ball behind the broken wall of vandalized home.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: It’s first blood for the new blood as we have Mighty Mighty taking on Roland Gray in this contest.
Referee Cole Holt call for the bell and we’re underway as Mighty Mighty rushes Gray a Huge three-hundred-pound Cross Body and Roland drops to his stomach thinking on his feet. As the Big Chunk of Funk soars over his prone body and pancakes through the ropes and to the outside of the ring.
Roland rolls to the outside to follow him as the Gunslinger puts the boot to the prone behemoth as Mighty Mighty struggles to his feet while under fire the big man eventually manages to swat a boot away to get back to his feet.
*CRRRRR-RACK!*
WMD!
A GAINT RIGHT HOOK LEADING TO THE DEADMAN’S HAND LANDS ON THE BUTTON OF MIGHTY MIGHTY STAGGERING THE BIG MAN!
The Gunslinger quick grabs a folding chair from the time keeper.
INCOMING GIANT CHAIR SWING!
*KLANG!*
THE MIGHTY ONE CATCHES THE GUNSLINGER WITH THE SWINGING ROCK BOTTOM!
MIGHTY CAROUSEL ONTO THE STEEL STAIRS!
Mighty Mighty looks at the prone Gunslinger laying on the stairs his head resting on the top step and The Jubilant rushes him!
CANNON...
BALL!
SENTON SPLASH THREE-HUNDRED POUNDS CRASES ACROSS THE STAIRS AS THE BULLET MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND STAGGERS BACK TO HIS FEET PRODUCING BRASSKNUCKLES FROM HIS TIGHTS...
*PANG!*
*PANG!*
*PANG!*
THE SOUND OF METAL COLLIDING WITH SKULL AS ROLAND GRAY DRIVES THE BRASS KNUCKLES INTO THE HEAD OF MIGHTY MIGHTY AND BLOOD BEGINS TO FLOW FROM THE BIG MAN’S BRUISED FACE AND SKULL AS COLE HOLT CALLS FOR THE BELL AND THE MEDICS!
MATT RUBY: Well, that was brutal!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Brutal that boarder on attempted murder to get a single victory!
The Road To Hell II
Continued from last week...
The former beggar has managed to run to Agora, where they intend to spend some credits on a nice meal. With a deep breath, they begin to walk towards one of the many restaurants this level has to offer.
Just before they can, however, a man grabs them from behind and drags them into a dark corner that no one pays attention to. They attempt to scream for help, but their cries are immediately muffled by the abductor's hand.
"You've traded your immortal soul for a sack full of ill gotten credits." The man says, pulling a familiar looking knife from his coat.
MATT RUBY: That's Ezekiel Graves! And that's his knife! He's going to make the beggar pay for accepting Old Nick's trade!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Surely someone had to see them enter that corner! He can't just get away with this like he did with Conway!
The Reverend places the blade against the former panhandler's neck. Ezekiel then holds out his other hand, signaling to them to give up over the sack of credits. They more than happily oblige, hoping that will get him to spare their life.
"May God have mercy on you..." Graves says with a sinister smile.
BEFORE SLICING THE BEGGAR'S NECK!
"...because I don't have any for you."
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: No! Zeus damn it, that's four people he killed in cold blood!
MATT RUBY: Like I said last time, It's the word of the Almighty made manifest!
With the bag in hand, Ezekiel proceeds to walk out of the dark corner, heading in the direction of the stairs to Olympus. Just out of the shadows, however, Old Nick Morningstar approaches the body of the deceased with a smirk.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: One thing's for sure. Old Nick knows he has the Reverend on the road to hell.
Cut.
Visiting Hours IV
Previously at Medical – Continued from last week.
The sound of brawling in the darkness echoes loudly. Every thud, crash, bang and wallop can be heard with grunting, groaning and agonising sounds of pain.
When the door opens and security rushes in, what they find surprises them all.
Narcissa Balenciaga, unconscious.
Calypso, unconscious.
CJ Thorpe, unconscious.
And George Cade being choked by Harold Attano, who sits in his bed, wrapping his bed sheet around the old man’s throat and squeezing as hard as he can.
Security rush in, pulling Cade away from Harold, barely separating them as Nobody roars and seethes white hot fury back in their direction.
George helps CJ back to his feet, grabbing him with all his might as he stumbles.
“You’ve always got the best laid plans, don’t you George?” Attano yells out in anger. “But Zeus set this up. He made our match knowing that you’d come here to kill me and left them two in wait for your son, when you did. Everyone in this room thinks I’m the bloodthirsty sociopath with just two braincells to rub together, but I’m the only one not gasping for fucking air!”
CJ leans against the wall, looking down at Narcissa who stirs. “This could’ve been bad, pop.”
George puts an arm over his shoulder and begins leading him out of the room, looking back to Attano who smirks a sinister grin.
“I’ll be seeing you at Ring King, George,” he yells after his old friend. “Just like she’ll be seeing your boy and you’d better believe that if Zeus commands it, every single one of us will die on that night! End this. Tell me what I need to know…”
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: As the steel cage descends, Gemini finds herself locked inside this hellish structure with Nox!
MATT RUBY: What I wouldn't give to switch places with Nox!
The bell rings and Gemini is immediately trying to crawl out of the cell! She has impressive speed but Nox grabs her leg and flings her to the mat! The Rogue stumbles to her feet only to get downed with a massive big boot! Gemini gets back to her feet before getting dropped again!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: FISHERMAN'S BRAINBUSTER! THE CHEMICAL REACTION!
MATT RUBY: Not the face!
Nature's Delight is laid out and Nox goes to the door! He yells for the referee to open it! But in a flash Gemini is up and she nails a dropkick that sends Nox face first into the cage wall! He stumbles back as Gemini springboards!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: THE CURE! SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT TO NOX!
MATT RUBY: YEAH! SPIN ON IT!
Nox gets planted and Gemini is immediately back to her feet! She nails a standing shooting star press but doesn't go for the cover! She grabs his arm and forces him up before walking the ropes!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: THE LAST DANCE! ROPE WALK HURRICANRANA!
MATT RUBY: LUCKY BASTARD!
Gemini sends Nox sprawling into the center of the ring! She begins crawling the side of the cage! But Nox is quick to his feet and gives chase! Both Titans begin trading blows!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: SNAPSHOT! THE CODEBREAKERRRRRRR!
MATT RUBY: NOX IS DOWN! LOOK AT GEMINI'S ASS AS SHE SCALES THE CAGE!
Nox stays down and Gemini crawls to the top!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Her feet hit the floor! Gemini has escaped!
Jaw breaker
A scene once more bathed in black and white, once more accompanied by the voice of Candy Kane who speaks surprisingly calmly.
"It was Monday night, no match on the books, a lighter to my lips when I heard the bell of my shop's front door ring out."
A large man walks in, the very same man we saw last week with Gino Carelli. He looks down at Candy, speaking words that we can't hear, a frown firmly etched onto his face. Candy adjusts in her chair, looking her new visitor up and down before responding.
"He was a Hard Number, covered in bark and seemingly all too willing to bite. He told me he had been sent here on business, that I he had a message to give me. You didn't need to be a genius to pick up the lead he was throwing onto the ground. Gino had business, and this man was here to manage it."
Candy tilts her head as Gino's man smirks. He reaches into his coat, pulling a pistol from the inner pocket and pointing it at Kane who narrows her eyes.
"As I stared down nine millimeters all this Bruno could ask me was if I had any last words. Maybe he was expecting a plea for my life. All I know is he wasn't expecting me to ask him the same."
Crack!
In one swift motion Candy leaped over her desk, a brass knuckle laden punch catching her would be hitman right in the jaw! Gino's enforcer crumples to the ground out cold. The gumshoe takes a pair of handcuffs from her pocket.
"After all, when you've done this as long as I have, you learn to always have a Jaw Breaker nearby."
She cuffs Gino's man, a smirk on her face.
"I just hope it isn't too broken to talk."
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We have a big title matchup here folks as the Burned Man defends his NXT title against not one, not two, but three hungry competitors. Can he retain his gold or will there be a new NXT champion here tonight?
The bell sounds as the Reverend rushes in, nailing The Burned Man with a brutal Big Boot. TBM staggers up into a flurry of powerful strikes before a devestating Lariat turns him inside out with a burst of HOLY WRATH.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: TBM getting turned inside out there by Graves. Old Nick trying to do the same to Klaus Way but the Warden is too slippery.
MATT RUBY: It's the five rules of wrestling stronger guys BB, you've gotta dodge, dip, dive, duck and dodge.
Old Nick tries for a Lariat that Klaus rolls underneath, Morningstar nearly running into Graves who just stares at Old Nick for a moment. The Day Star smiling wickedly back before turning around
DOUBLE LEAPING DDT! Klaus Way takes down both men out of nowhere as he's the only one standing. Klaus rolls out of the ring, quickly grabbing a ladder as he rolls back into the ring.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: FLAMETONGUE! JOHN WOOOOOOOOOO! The Burned Man out of nowhere taking Klaus out with that beautiful running dropkick and that could be all he needs to retain the title here.
TBM sets up the ladder, slowly beginning to climb up but as he slowly begins to climb, he's pulled off by Old Nick. A stiff headbutt rocks The Burned Man before he's lifted up onto Morningstars shoulders.
MARK OF THE BEAST! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER INTO THE LADDER!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Burned Man gets snapped almost in half from that Death Valley Driver. Old Nick kicking him out of the ring as he sets up the damaged ladder.
Nick Morningstar with that devilish smile upon his face slowly climbs up, looks all around him before reaching up and pulling down the NXT Level title as the bell rings.
MATT RUBY: YES! Finally The Burned Man pays for his arsonic ways and we have a respectable NXT Level Champion BB.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I'm not sure about that Ruby but we do have a new champion here as the Devil himself is our new NXT Level Champion.
My Way
Backstage, Felix Foley stumbles through the hallway. A stagehand passes, and he cowers up against the wall.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: DOOM has tried his best, but I don’t think Felix’s concussion is gone away.
MATT RUBY: It’s more like his inner-idiot is coming out to meet his outer-idiot.
He leans against the brick, catching his breath, when a shadow moves in front of him.
The Burned Man, fresh off his match.
“Felix,” TBM rasps. “Are you alright?”
Felix straightens, blinking to clear his vision. “Maxwell,” he mutters. “What are you—”
Before he can finish, Destructo Boy barrels into the scene, fists clenched, his eyes burning with fury.
“What the hell are you doing, talking to my dad?!” Destructo Boy snaps, his voice raw with anger. “You won’t keep us from what we want to know!”
Felix is just confused as Destructo Boy lunges forward, ready to strike, when a low, metallic hum echoes from the darkness.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Uh oh.
THWACK! DESTRUCTO BOY IS KNOCKED BACK BY A DRONE!
THWACK! BURNED MAN FOLLOWS!
DOOM floats in, a swirl of drones and weaponry floating around him.
“You have taken advantage of my grace long enough,” DOOM growls, his cold eyes locking onto Burning Justice.
Destructo Boy rushes off the wall, swinging for DOOM, but DOOM catches his wrist mid-air, twisting it with precision.
“Let my boy go!” The Burned Man moves in, but Felix steps between them.
Right from Felix.
Right from Rijen.
Right.
Left.
Right. Left. Right. Felix is on the defensive!
Smoke begins to fill the room, from one of DOOM’s drones. When it clears, Burning Justice is gone.
Felix is sat on the ground, his face in his hands, trying to stop the pounding.
DOOM kneels beside him.
“Are you alright?” The Scientist gently asks.
“Why are they doing this?” Felix says shakily, refusing to open his eyes. He knows what he’ll see if he does.
“You want answers?” DOOM growls. “Our friendship with those two is now null and void. It’s time to do things my way.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Felix doesn’t play by your rules, DOOM!
Felix, panting, blood smeared across his lip, looks up at DOOM, finally opening his desperate eyes. His voice is shaky, but resolute.
“Fine, DOOM. Your way.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What?
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Double Feature Championship is on the line in a tables match. El Mariachi Muerte defends his strap against Malakai Midnight.
MATT RUBY: I’ve got wood out here, BB!
The bell rings as Malakai Midnight charges forward, aiming his big boot right for El Mariachi Muerte’s face.
CLOCK STRIKES—
NO! EMM DUCKS UNDER.
He counters with a swift springboard arm drag. Malakai stumbles, but EMM keeps the pressure on with a series of quick kicks, forcing Midnight into the corner.
BUT MALAKAI POWERS OUT!
SPINNING FOREARM!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Devil’s Advocate! It won’t win him the match though!
EMM staggers toward the ropes. Seizing his chance, Midnight sets up a table in the corner, glancing over as EMM recovers.
Malakai grabs Muerte, throwing him onto the table. He backs up, and rushes in!
CLOCK STRIKES—
NO AGAIN! MUERTE MOVES.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Malakai put those breaks on real fast or he’d have beaten himself!
There’s no rest for the wicked as Malakai sees EMM springboarding…
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: THE LAST CARNIVALE! HITS FLUSH!
Malakai is down from the lungblower as EMM weighs his options and chooses to get his own table.
This one he sets up in the center of the ring, but he waited too long. Malakai is up, digging his nails into EMM's neck!
MATT RUBY: The Claw is drawing blood, BB!
EMM struggles, gasping for air. With brutal precision, Malakai lifts EMM and tries to position him toward the table’s edge.
BUT EMM FIGHTS OUT!
ELBOW TO THE RIBS! ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
HE GETS BEHIND HIM, BUT MALAKAI ELBOWS HIM IN THE FACE.
MIDNIGHT HOOKS MUERTE, ADJUSTING HIS POSITION!
PERFECT PLEX!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: MIDNIGHT PLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!
Ding. Ding. Ding.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We have a NEW Double Feature Champion! Malakai Midnight has taken the gold, and he may just hold it for a long damn time.
Spotlight
Static.
We find ourselves once again viewing the scene through the shaky footage of a handheld camera, the likes of which are accompanied by heavy breathing. However, instead of peering into Aurora's home, we follow her through the streets of The Bleak. The Northern Light is looking far from bright as she walks through the empty streets, eventually entering into one of the many empty homes.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: My god! Are we getting a sequel to Jasper's demented scene already?
MATT RUBY: I hope not! If we're lucky the only sequel we're getting is to that original film.
Aurora is shaky, her bloody hands searching the darkness for a light, flicking the switch only for a single light to come to life above the kitchen sink. She approaches the sink, turning the knob and letting out a sigh of relief as water flows. "That bastard..." She speaks under her breath, placing her hands beneath the water.
The camera zooms in, watching as the blood rinses from Aurora's hands down the drain, the single light overhead giving the cameraperson a perfect spotlight for their footage.
"That..." more tears stream down her face, the camera flicking up to catch them as they do. "If he wants me to be his star... Then I guess I'll just have to play my role."
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I don't like this, Ruby. Whoever's recording, they keep finding Aurora at her most vulnerable!
MATT RUBY: I wouldn't call fully clothed 'vulnerable', Bronco.
Aurora turns from the sink, the cameraperson immediately absconding. The scene abruptly cutting in turn.
Cut.
Words Over Action
Gravedigger strides down the backstage corridor.
Without warning, a figure steps from the shadows—Klaus Way, flanked by his circus of freaks. Ajax the Adonis is missing, but the rest are there, their eyes cold with vengeance.
Klaus smirks. "You put one of mine in the hospital, Digger. Now I’ll send you to your master."
WHAM!
Damien Solus leaps forward, slamming a fist into his gut. Gravedigger doubles over, but he doesn’t fall. Another strike sends Gravedigger stumbling back. The Circus descends on him, fists and feet flying.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Gravedigger is getting his just deserts tonight for what he did last week!
MATT RUBY: No! This is a mugging on an innocent man!
Gravedigger swings back, landing a crushing blow on one, but the numbers overwhelm him. He falls to one knee, blood dripping from his mouth.
Suddenly, a low chuckle echoes from the darkness.
Malakai Midnight and his Night Owls step into the dim light, their presence halting the assault.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Business has just picked up.
Klaus rises to his feet, grinning with satisfaction. The Circus backs off, but the tension is palpable.
Malakai’s voice is a razor-edged whisper. “Oh Klaus, violence—always your answer. But look where it leaves you. Broken men with bruised egos.”
Klaus smirks, wiping sweat from his brow. “Funny, Midnight. Violence gets results.”
Malakai steps closer, his face calm but sinister. “If you want results, perhaps you'd like to settle this at Ring King.” He tilts his head. “If you and Damien Solus are willing?”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That’s a huge challenge!
Klaus glances at Solus, both nodding. “We’ll see you there.”
As the Circus departs, Malakai turns to Gravedigger, still kneeling in pain.
His voice softens, a cruel smile forming.
“Words, Gravedigger. Words will get us what we want. Everything is going according to plan.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What plan is he talking about?
MATT RUBY: I don’t know, but I bet it’s a great one!
MATT RUBY: We're about to have a historic night BB, a night where the boring ass reign of the Besties comes to an end at the hands of the beautiful, glorious, ever lasting Queen Hera...and that captain guy too I guess.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Far too quick to underestimate our tag champs Ruby, there's a reason the Besties have been tag team champions for so long and Narcissa and Arcadia both are going to have a tough time dethroning them tonight.
The bell sounds as Captain Arcadia rushes forward, delivering a flying dropkick to Felix Foley who flies into the corner. DOOM tries to retaliate but he gets turned around by Narcissa who begins to pulverize him with kicks and strikes to the midsection before rolling back
FAST...NO! DOOM catches the Superkick, spinning her around and delivering a high Belly to Belly that sends her flying into the corner. Arcadia tries to follow up with Foley but Felix catches him with a headbutt before gripping him around the head and throwing him to the outside. Both he and DOOM back up into a corner, nod before running forward.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: HUG IT OUT! The Besties squash Narcissa into the corner but they're not done as they pull Balenciaga out of the corner, lifting her up high.
DOUBLE TROUBLE! Brutal Double DDT plants Narcissa into the canvas as the Besties back up, looking to put Hera on ice. Arcadia is on the apron though, shield in hand as he throws it.
DOOM DUCKS AS THE SHIELD SMACKS NARCISSA IN THE FACE!
MATT RUBY: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT IDIOT HERO DOING?
Balenciaga stumbles forward
RIGHT INTO THE DOOMFACTORY DEATH DEVICE! 3-D!
Felix rushes forward, taking Arcadia out with a big crossbody to the outside as DOOM drops down for the cover while Demi Sky slides in to count the fall,
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And once again The Besties have retained the Tag Team titles here tonight.
MATT RUBY: They only did it cause the masked dumbass can't throw a damn shield BB.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Either way, they gained another defense here tonight as they come dangerously close to breaking the record very soon.
The Grim Truth
El Mariachi Muerte and Gemini – one successful, one not, head towards the exit of Olympus, holding hands. They’re heading out for the night when Zeus stops them, stood in the doorway that doubles as the exit.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The Baron demands to know.
Muerte smiles succinctly. “We’ve got plans, Hefe.”
Zeus shakes his head. "Not until our problem is solved!"
“Look, I don’t know what’s going on here, but all this secrecy is pissing me off,” Gemini interrupts abruptly, shocking both Zeus and Muerte. They share a look. She lets go of Muerte’s hand and puts her hands on her hips.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: She has a point, you know. I don't know what in the hell is going on between these two but there's something untoward.
MATT RUBY: You know I hate to agree with you but even I'm curious as to what's going on.
“Mi amiga,” Muerte tries to intervene. “There’s no secrecy, comprendé? We’ve just a little infestation we need to see to.”
“What the hell does that even mean?” She argues. Her face goes red and she immediately backs off, shaking her head and heading for the exit alone.
El Mariachi stands with Zeus, watching as she leaves.
“You know how important this problem of ours is, Muerte,” Zeus reminds him. “The fate of Arcadia rests upon it. You’re here losing your Championship and maybe your mind, but neither of those gets Paragon and the Watchers out in the open and dead.”
Muerte shakes his head. He’s debating whether he should say what he wants or not but decides to. “Last week, he visited me,” he says uncertain. “Drewitt…”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: WHAT!? Drewitt is back!?
MATT RUBY: We haven't see him since Red Snow!
“Impossible!” Zeus declares, wide eyed. “Absolutely impossible.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: How is that impossible? What did they do!?
“I’m telling you amigo, Drewitt visited me at home. It was his voice, his smell, his heavy footsteps. I couldn’t see him, but his sound echoed through my mind like la musica itself.”
The Baron again scoffs. “Paragon is in your head, Muerte. At Ring King, I’ve invited him here for a match. If he’s coming to tell Arcadia what he knows then he may as well fight you. I just hope you’re in the right frame of mind to end this before he tells all.”
Zeus walks away, leaving Muerte to think about it for a moment. Is this all in his head? Could Drewitt be back? Meanwhile, watching from a distance, peering around a corner, Paragon watches on.
Cut.
Good Intentions I
We appear backstage. Old Nick Morningstar is seen recovering from his match earlier tonight. He has a hot towel draped over his forehead as he sits on a bench in the locker room.
Just then, the door is kicked open, revealing Ezekiel Graves with the bag of credits he captured last week.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Well I'll be damned, the Reverend came back for some unfinished business after their match.
MATT RUBY: These two haven't laid a finger on each other in the fatal four way, BB. Without the Ringmaster and that mummified freak to distract them, they're free to go all out now!
"So you've taken the poor fellow's credits," Morningstar says. "You even sprayed their blood all over Agora when no one else was looking." Ezekiel's caught off guard for a brief moment, but he quickly recovers.
"I took the action that was deemed necessary by my lord," Graves begins. "I don't need judgement cast upon me from the likes of you." This elicits a laugh from Old Nick, drawing the ire of the Reverend.
"Your God didn't decide anything," he says with a smile a mile wide. "You did that all on your own. Killing in the Almighty's name doesn't make you a righteous man. It makes you a serial killer with a poor excuse."
Ezekiel throws the credits in Morningstar's face! The Day Star responds by tackling Graves to the ground!
MATT RUBY: Here we go! They're trading blows now!
The Reverend throws massive rights and lefts at Nick, who seemingly tanks each shot. Nick responds by putting Ezekiel in a chokehold!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Biel toss into the lockers! The Harbinger has been tossed aside like trash!
Morningstar looks down at his fallen foe with a steely glare before leaving him on the floor. The Apostle of Wrath sits upright and watches his foe leave, fear etched on his face after delivering everything he had to seemingly no effect.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We have a huge main event here folks as the Ferryman goes one on one against the Artist and the last few times these two have faced off have been brutal to say the least.
MATT RUBY: Jasper may be one of the only men sick and strong enough to face off against Tombstone but that was before he buffed himself up and Jasper has never beaten Tombstone in these matches. But if anyone can do it, Redgrave and that sickening barbed wire can.
The bell sounds as Jasper is on Tombstone immediately, pounding down on him with heavy lefts and rights. Tombstone almost staggering back from the blows as Jasper nails him with a big time spinning elbow to the jaw that sends him back a few feet. Jasper rushes forward looking for that Superkick.
TOMBSTONE CATCHES IT
The Ferryman just looks the hanging foot and Redgrave trying to pull it away before smiling a sick smile.
AND NEARLY DECAPITATING THE ARTIST WITH A HUGE LARIAT!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Zeus Christ Tombstone just spun Redgrave in the air with the sheer force of that Lariat. Redgrave might be in trouble here with the sheer monster that is the Ferryman now.
Jasper slowly staggers up to his feet right into a flurry of lefts and rights that rock Redgrave back with each blow before he grabs him by the arm and tries to throw him into the barbed wire.
Redgrave just manages to stop himself from going into the razor sharp wire, turning back around into a headbutt before he's lifted up
AND HIS SOUL IS CARRIED! The spine crunching Bearhug locked in as Tombstone slowly paces the ring, crushing the wind out of his lungs and the life from his very body.
Redgrave begins to fight out, but the rights and lefts don't see him to affect the Ferryman.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: EYE POKE! That might have just pissed Tombstone off though as he moves towards the ropes. BELLY TO BELLY TO THE OUTSIDE!
MATT RUBY: The one thing you don't do is annoy Tombstone and Jasper may well have broken a few bones from getting dumped like a sack of dump puppies to the concrete.
Jasper lands hard on the concrete, just barely missing the barbed wire but he still feels the thick blow regardless. Redgrave slowly staggers up as Tombstone backs up, rushing forward
PLANCHA...LEAPING KICK TO THE JAW! Tombstone is stunned hanging over the ropes for a moment as Redgrave quickly clambers up onto the apron.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: BLOOD ON THE APRON! JASPER PLANTS TOMBSTONE OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THAT DDT BUT COULD THAT BE IT?
MATT RUBY: If anything BB, Jasper just pissed Tombstone off.
Redgrave slips himself back into the ring but before he can even try and drop down to cover, Tombstone sits up.
Jasper backs up, rushing forward and kicking Tombstone in the face but it appears to just piss him off even more. Jasper scowls, backing up again as he rushes forward
BUT YOU CAN'T RUN AT THE FERRYMAN! BOSSMAN SLAM SON!
Redgrave gets nearly planted through the mat as Tombstone peels him up, lifting him up high as he looks to deliver that nod to Charon.
JACKNIFE...NO! Jasper slips out, sliding behind Tombstone
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: LOW BLOW! For the first time in the match, Jasper may well have the advantage here.
MATT RUBY: Hey it's like I always say, if all else fails, take em' to dick kick city.
Tombstone doubles over in pain as Jasper lifts him up high, rushing forward
VANISHING POINT INTO THE BUCKLES! Redgrave doesn't let go, delivering a second and then a third before turning around and launching Tombstone as hard as he can.
CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB INTO THE BARBED WIRE! TOMBSTONE IS ON HIS FEET!
He's dazed and slightly bleeding through his exposed clothing as he stumbles forward
SANGUINE ABSURDISM! Redgrave takes Tombstone's head off with a huge Discus Clothesline, dropping down immediately and hooking both legs as Mills Stanton drops down to count.
ONE
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TW......
TOMBSTONE POWERS REDGRAVE OFF HIM WITH EASE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What in the holy hell is fuelling Tombstone here? He just took blows that would hospitalize anyone else with ease.
MATT RUBY: Pure anger and spite BB, just like my ex wives.
Jasper rolls to his feet, a little apprehensive but he shakes it off as he rushes forward
RIGHT INTO THE GOOZLE!
Jasper tries to fight out but Tombstone's grip is iron tight, even drawing blood around Redgrave's throat before he powers him forward
BACK FIRST INTO THE BARBED WIRE!
Jasper yells out in pain, stumbling forward into a skull rattling BIG BOOT! Redgrave goes down, crawling forward but Tombstone is there as he stomps hard on his back, reaching down
AND GRINDING REDGRAVE'S SKULL BACK AND FORTH INTO THE BARBED WIRE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Tombstone is a sick, sick individual. He's clearly loving the pain he can inflict in this matchup.
Tombstone slams Jasper forward into the barbed wire once more, backing up before watching Redgrave slowly get to his feet. But the Artist isn't in pain, or angry, or scared.
He simply reaches up, wiping away a trail of blood with his fingers before licking it off
And smiling like the twisted bastard that he is.
MATT RUBY: If you want to inflict pain on someone, Redgraves' the wrong person BB. He lives for this shit.
Redgrave stands there, letting the blood flow down as Tombstone scowls, rushing forward but Redgrave ducks underneath the Lariat attempt, swallowing hard
BEFORE SPITTING HIS OWN BLOOD BACK INTO TOMBSTONE'S FACE!
The Ferryman recoils, blinded and disgusted as Redgrave takes advantage, gripping him around the throat
SPLATTERED EXPRESSIONISM! POP UP CHOKESLAM!
Redgrave doesn't even let Tombstone hit the mat from the sheer show of power, picking him up, kicking him low again
SYMPHONY OF SYMMETRY! PEDIGREE!
MATT RUBY: The sick bastard may well do it, he could pin Tombstone here BB.
Redgrave hooks both legs for the cover, Mills sliding in to count
ONE
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TOMBSTONE JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP! 2.9999
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Jasper nearly had it there but Tombstone may well have been weakened by that flurry of blows. He may well be close to his first defeat in a long time.
Jasper scowls, getting to his feet as he wipes the blood from his eyes before dragging Tombstone to his feet. He throws him hard into the corner, crushing him with a big Avalanche Splash before slowly getting onto the ropes, the barbed wire sagging underneath his weight before he tries to pull Tombstone up.
GOOZLE!
Jasper tries to fight but a big right hand stuns him as he drags him forward, Jasper's legs dangling on the barbed wire.
CASUALTY OF WAR! EPITAPH!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: JASPER GETS DROPPED RIGHT ONTO TOMBSTONE'S KNEE! HE KILLED HIM WITH FIRE!
Redgrave collapses to the canvas, Tombstone placing one hand on his chest as Mills drops down to count
ONE
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THREE!!!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And that is all she wrote for Jasper Redgrave. The Artist put up a huge fight but in the end, he was sent on his way like so many others.
MATT RUBY: That's twice someone's gotten close BB, it may be only a matter of time before someone can weather the King and knock him off his throne.
Firing Squad
The MetalWorks are dark, dimly lit by the flicker of molten metal in the background. The lights keep flashing on and off.
Jackson Cade waits, tense, his eyes scanning the shadows.
MATT RUBY: The Sheriff doesn’t want what’s about to happen.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: No, I think he does. That’s the scary thing.
The lights flash.
And Tombstone is here.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Jack, watch out—
THWACK! TOMBSTONE BUSTS JACKSON’S NOSE OPEN!
Cade hits the ground, gasping for breath, but the Ferryman doesn’t relent. Blow after blow rains down as Tombstone mocks him.
“You wanted this, Sheriff,” he sneers, his voice a venomous rasp. “You thought you could stand against me?”
Cade grunts, trying to push back, but The Ferryman lifts him by the throat, laughing darkly.
“I could end this now, boy. I have a boat with your name on it...”
BANG!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Thank Zeus! The cavalry has arrived!
Gunshots crack through the air as Eagle Unit bursts in. They swarm Tombstone, hitting him with the butt end of their pistols.
He barely flinches, shrugging off the attacks like they’re nothing.
MATT RUBY: Tombstone isn’t going down to these thug attacks!
The unit presses on, hammering him down over and over again, forcing him back, inch by inch, until his back slams into the metal wall.
He looks up with a grin.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: HOSTILE DOWN FROM CADE!
The Ferryman staggers up against the wall as Jackson runs back to his men, now standing in a line.
MATT RUBY: Somebody stop this, it’s a damn firing squad!
They all aim their pistols directly at Tombstone.
“This won’t kill you,” Cade growls, “but it’ll hurt you a whole fucking lot.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Don’t do it, kid!
“Fire!”
Darkness.
BANG!
Light.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What the—
Tombstone is gone.
Jackson Cade now stands where he stood, watching in horror as Eagle Unit’s guns are unloaded.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: No—
Static.
A Stop ■ symbol appears in the bottom right hand corner of the screen as we fade to black.