THE TRUE REFLECTION OF SELF
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“For three weeks, I was in a medically induced coma,” [he says, dropping his hair into the sink.] “I was brought back from the brink of death inside that ambulance. I don’t know why I survived, or how, but there had to be a reason.”
[His beard is quickly taking shape.]“When I awoke, something had changed within me. I was no longer a defeated man. There’s something about being resuscitated from the embrace of death itself that makes you stronger than before.”
[Suddenly, in the corner behind him, a face appears.] [The Scarecrow.] [But Brent doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t waiver. He doesn’t turn around or stutter. He simply looks The Scarecrow in the eye and focuses.]“So you escape death and now you have all the answers, is that it Kersh?” [The Scarecrow hisses.] “Then why don’t you bring an end upon me tonight inside the Elimination Chamber?”
[Brent puts down the scissors, checking out his beard.]“Your end is nigh, Scarecrow. I don’t have to kill you, I only have to break our lineage once and for all. Those ties that bind us together will soon be cut and from that fall, you’ll never recover. All good things come to those who wait.”
[Kersh suddenly punches the mirror where The Scarecrow’s face once resides, shattering the glass into pieces that fall helplessly into the sink. He spins around, looking for The Hayman, only he’s alone.]“The hunter has become the hunted, Scarecrow. Where your eyes don’t go… fear Brent Kersh.”
[He walks towards the door, exiting as we come to a close in darkness.]FOUR OUT OF FIVE
BACKSTAGE
“Where’s the Emperor?” [Lazarus investigates.] [North shrugs nonchalantly, clearly not giving a damn.]
“I called you gentlemen here because in three weeks’ time at Face/Off, we must come together as one to defeat Monday Night Showcase. We must learn to trust in one another, and have faith in each other.”
[Whilst Bruce and Neville nod in agreement, Viktor scoffs.]“I don’t have faith in any of you or your God’s,” [he sneers back at Lazarus.] “Or your leadership. What does a Christian man such as yourself know about leading warriors into battle, Lazarus? I am the Skull Splitter and death in battle to me, is a gift from the God’s. It will grant me passage into Valhalla. I will not let you destroy my gift.”
[Neville butts in.] “This is what he’s talking about. If we can’t come together, then we’ll fall apart.” [Viktor North walks over to Neville and stands right in his face.]“What did this puny maggot just say to me?” [he scoffs.] [Lazarus quickly gets between them.]
“What do you take issue with, North? Is it my leadership, my faith, or this?” [Lazarus says holding up the VHS Championship.] “Because I’m the only leader VHS has.”
[North scoffs again.] “If that Championship entitles you to lead, then after tonight, whoever holds it between you and I should be the man to lead this team of half-warriors into battle.” [Lazarus actually nods in agreement; surprisingly.] [Bruce Van Chan meanwhile steps forward, separating Lazarus and North just ever so slightly from one another without intruding entirely.]“After what happened last week at REC, myself and Sheldon are heading to Monday Night Showcase. King Royal – and I use that name lightly, wants his Knights to be by his side.”
[Sheldon agrees.] “So who are we to disagree with Royalty?” [The VHS Champion nods in agreement, entirely understanding of their desire to upset King Royal’s applecart. He turns to North, looking him square in the eyes.]“In the meantime, I’m still the leader of this team,” [He makes clear to North.] “The Red Emperor hasn’t shown up, and I need you to find him.”
[Viktor almost growls before responding.] “Very well.” [As North storms out of the room in search of the Emperor, Lazarus turns to The Knights, taking a deep breath.]“Can you make sure that The Red Emperor makes it here in one piece? We need him.”
[The Knight’s nod, walking out into the hall after Viktor North, who has quickly ventured into the depths of the Tap Room.]KAITO VS. BRUCE VAN CHAN
SINGLES MATCH
DADDY II
RECORDED EARLIER
“Sometimes, all it takes is the right weapon to make a person pliable. We’ve spent years using the right weapons, haven’t we, son?”
[The man steps closer, drawing the blade across his skin as he screams in agony.]“And yet, I still don’t have what I want from this little endeavour of ours, do I?”
[Jensen mumbles, barely able to speak.] “I’m sorry.”“What was that?” [He puts a hand to his ear, mocking him.] “You’re sorry?” [he mocks again.] “That’s delightful. Do you understand how much time and effort I put into making you a weapon? Do you? I made you, Jensen.”
[A squeal suddenly breaks the tension. Over in the corner, on the floor, rocking back and forth is Stephanie.]“If she didn’t come for you, she wouldn’t be here right now, would she? Whilst Phoenix was off saving the city, your darling daughter just had to come and save daddy dearest,” [he says walking over to her.] “And when I freed her from that Asylum, what did she do? She came running back to you once again. Perhaps it’s time I turned her into a weapon too.”
[He raises a knife, but Jensen interrupts.]“Wait,” [he splutters.] “Please, don’t. I’m your weapon,” [he begs, trying to save her.] “I’m your weapon.”
[The man walks back over to Cussen, smiling at him with a sinister face.]“Why yes, yes you are,” [he chuckles.] “And what’s my name?”
[Cussen is reluctant to respond, that is until the man cuts on his chest some more, dripping blood from his blade as he goes.] [Jensen screams.]“Daaaaaaaddddddddddddddy!”
[The screams echo throughout the room as the man cuts on Jensen, viciously, brutally and without remorse. The camera pans out, showing Jacob Phoenix, hiding in the shadows outside the window ledge, watching.] [His eyes well up. This isn’t what he expected.]ETHAN BIRD VS. THE RED EMPEROR
SINGLES MATCH
SHOTGUN BLAST II
FLASHBACK
“Well shit, that kid did a fuckin’ good job, huh?” [Jake says, looking at his tattoo’s and comparing them to the cadaver.] “And you’re sure your buddy at the morgue won’t miss this one?”
“He was being cremated, it’s fine,” [the familiar voice stoically responds.] “Do you have the gun?”
[Jake grabs the shotgun stood against the nearest cabinet and checks it out.]“Here’s the plan,” [Jake said aiming the shotgun at the body.] “I’m going to blow his head off, and make it look good. I’ve had some back teeth pulled for dental records and I’ll place them about a bit.”
[The guy chuckles.] “You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?”“I want everyone convinced I’m dead. When I’m done, I need you to frame Flint and Jackie-boy, alright? Just pretend you witnessed Jackie leaving here and tell that to the cops. Give the gun to Norman when I go underground and he’ll plant it at The School Yard.”
[The accomplice nods.] “I can do that. Are you sure this is going to work? I want Flint to suffer.” [Jake smiles, pulling the trigger and splatting the guy’s head in front of us. Brain matter, blood and gore fly in all different kinds of directions as the accomplice stands back a bit, ringing his ears.]“It’ll work. Trust me.”
[The accomplice takes down his hood and shakes his head.]“I’ve learned you should never trust a Juggalo.”
[It’s Ethan Bird!] [Holy shit.] [Ethan takes a pair of gloves out of his pocket and puts them on, taking the gun from Jeckel.]“You had better get out of here and remember Jake, what’s dead, stays dead..”
[Cut.]ETHAN EARHART VS. MARVOLO
SINGLES MATCH
THE AMAZING JECKEL BROTHERS
BACKSTAGE
“Little brother, I really couldn’t be any prouder,” [he says smiling still.] “To think of all those years I beat you down, tossed you aside and used you to get what I want and the minute I die, you take over exactly where I left off.”
[Jack looks up at him, with sinister eyes.]“Now I know we have some unfinished business, eh? You probably want to kick my ass for tricking you and that’s fine, there’s a time and a place for us to throw punches, but it ain’t tonight. Tonight, we’re The Amazing Jeckel Brothers and they are unstoppable. Can’t no-one around here handle you and me on the same page, bro.”
[Having heard enough, Jack stands up and approaches Jake.]“What I mean to say is,” [Jake continues.] “Let’s take care of business at Face/Off. You and me, one on one, and we’re going to put it all on the table. But after that, we should be a family again, brother. Who could stop us?”
[Jack grimaces.] “Don’t call me that. I don’t trust you and I don’t like you. In fact Jake, I wish you were dead. I’ll see you at Face/Off and maybe we’ll make your fantasy death a reality.” [Jake chuckles.]“Atta boy, Jackie.”
[Both men stare each other down for a moment before Jake steps away, leaving his brother there to seethe.]DRAGON BREATH
BACKSTAGE
“Kare wa sore ni fusawashī mono o te ni iremashita. Watashi wa burei ni sa reru koto wa arimasen.”
[It is as he talks that Kaito turns around and sees the frustrated look on Earthart’s face. Without a word, he takes the phone away from his ear and paws at the screen to end the call. Earthart clears his throat.]“Those things will give you cancer, all those radiowaves so close to your brain. It’s enough to drive one… mad.” [Kaito glares at the intruder, saying nothing.] “Not to mention how rude one tends to be when engrossed in conversation whilst another is trying to get past. One would be best to remember your manners… What did you say your name was?”
[Kaito doesn’t move, his lips purse a little tighter together but he makes no effort to introduce himself. Earthart speaks in his absence.]“You… The one they call the Black Dragon, right?”
[Kaito offers a very small nod, barely a movement from his head. He does not break eye contact with the newcomer.]“Well, what is a dragon without…” [He reaches inside his labcoat and pulls out a small testtube. Placing his thumb over the end, he shakes the tube before bringing it to his lips and tipping the contents into his mouth. When he exhales, a fireball erupts out of his mouth and nearly singes the hair on the top of Kaito’s head. The Black Dragon ducks slightly to avoid the flames, Earthart’s eyes light up in delight.] “Breathing fire.”
[He draws closer to Kaito, speaking almost in a whisper.]“I can teach you the secret. You just have to prove that you are worthy. Bad manners are not a good start.”
[He tosses the test-tube to Kaito, who catches it instinctively in one hand. By the time he turns his attention back to the Mad Scientist, Dr Earthart is already wandering off up the hallway, still muttering to himself quite happily. Kaito simply taps at his phone screen once more, shaking his head.]“Henjin”
THE HANGMAN VS. NEVILLE SHELDON
SINGLES MATCH
STRANGER DANGER
BACKSTAGE
“Hey, kiddos!” [Bird says, uncharacteristically chipper as he walks into the locker room.] [Staring up at him incredulously are four children of Mother. They seem amazed that he has come back after what transpired just a few short weeks ago. They were duped by him once, but they shall not be again.]
“Where’s Mother at?” [The Kingpin says, a horribly forced smile behind his beard.] “I need to talk to her about my Rewind Championship.”
[Ignoring that Mother won the strap fair and square, Bird still doesn’t seem trustworthy to these children. One of them steps forward, apparently the spokeschild.]“There she is.” [The child says, pointing behind Bird. This prompts a laugh.]
“I just walked through there.” [He says with a snort.] “How about you just tell the truth?”
[The child points behind him again, and this time the lights begin to flicker.]“Leave my children alone!”
[The haunting voice of Mother echoes in the small room as the lights flicker and Bird ducks for cover. He practically falls into the children before heading for the hills in the cover of darkness. As the darkness fades, we can see that Mother was truly behind Bird the whole time. She steps forward to let the three children come into her embrace.] [Wait.] [Three?]“No.” [Mother whispers, rage barely contained.]
“My child!”
[The entire room shakes as Mother’s anger becomes more and more palpable.] [Ethan Bird stole one of her children.] [But why?]CRYSTAL BALL
RINGSIDE
“I bet you all thought I was simply a contortionist, but I have more gifts, I can see the future. Gaze into my crystal ball and BEHOLD THE FUTURE OF MARVOLO” Ali exclaims.
[He opens the canvas sack, revealing Marvolo Jr, his hands bound behind his back with rope and his mouth gagged. Marvolo kicks and flails before stopping suddenly upon noticing the cannon. Huxley smiles, looking down at Marvolo.]“Your future.” He exclaims again with a grin upon his painted face.
[Huxley removes a large match from his pocket, lighting it and allowing the flame to burn momentarily. He makes his way to the cannon, lighting a fuse attached to the back of the cannon. A look of terror can be seen on the face of Marvolo as he watches the cannon erupt.] [Aloud bang shakes the arena as the cannon ignites, sending a dummy dressed to look like Marvolo flying through the air… The dummy crashes into the wall of The Taproom and crashes violently to the ground. The head of the dummy detaches from the body and rolls slowly across the floor, a twitch from Huxley, followed by a maniacal laugh as Marvolo Jr looks on in fear after witnessing what his future may hold.]CUSSEN & PHOENIX VS. THE AMAZING JECKEL BROTHERS
TAG TEAM MATCH
PAIN
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Pain.”
[He trudges up the hill.]“All my existence, pain has been irrelevant. Every last word. Every last breath. I feel nothing.”
[He steps closer.]“Strange. Sometimes, I wonder what it’s like. What they feel before my rope releases them from this constructing mortal coil.” [He chuckles menacingly] “Of course, the pain normally eats that epiphany up too quickly. Almost no-one grasps the magnitude of that sharp, fleeting moment. Almost…..”
[The Manslayer’s pulling a hefty, undulating sack. It’s tied off with his signature rope.]“I grow weary of this isolation. After all, no mortal man can harm me. Pain is irrelevant. There is nothing that can stop me….. Every life I take, every struggle, is ultimately meaningless.] [Low, frantic murmurs try escaping the sack.]
“My little girl….. She’s so hungry. But that meager morsel I had prepared her last week ran away. Such a shame.” [The Hangman pauses, his busy hands wringing the rope with anticipation.] “Truth be told, my little girl deserves a feast. She deserves to taste a will that will truly satisfy her.”
[He slowly begins to untie the sack. Immediately, desperate hands flail out for mercy.]“None of you are good enough for her, but you will serve her sisters nicely.”
[The Head-Hunter chuckles with sadistic glee, quickly pulling several bedraggled men from the sack and placing their battered heads between the nooses. Without another word, he raises them all to infamy.] [Some fight to breath, one just snaps like twig. In the end, they all die.]“Dead…. Dead……. Dead……….. Dead.”
[The Hangman sighs.]“All dead, all so numb. These men; their names, their lives, their history, all irrelevant. No-one cared. I don’t care. I haven’t for ages but my poor little girl, she needs more. She needs a challenge.”
[He turns, eying something.]“Pain.”
[His buckshot eyes flare with curiosity. Raising the heavy hemp, he addresses her.]“Perhaps, last week’s menu was simply too small. How would you like to dine….. at The Great Show Unearthed?”
[The Hangman laughs confidently, stepping down the hill toward a familiar circus tent.]“Pain.”
“Pain.”
“Painkiller……”
“I’M GONNA’ GET CHA’!“
MOTHER (C) VS. PAINKILLER
REWIND CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
BROKEN
BACKSTAGE
“What have you done?” [Sheldon asks, checking on The Emperor as Bruce quickly tries to retrieve some help.]
“I have set his broken bone. You wanted your Red Emperor, did you not? He was broken and I fixed him.”
[Help quickly arrives on the scene in the form of EMT’s who rush to his aid, checking out his injuries.] [Sheldon walks over with Bruce, clearly displeased.]“Is this what being a team means to you? You were asked to bring The Emperor to our next meeting and instead, you break his leg?” [Bruce says impassioned.] “How are we going to win at Face/Off now?”
[Viktor pushes Bruce with a pointed finger.] “I didn’t harm this man. I may not like him, but if I wanted to break him before war, I wouldn’t simply break a bone in his leg; I’d crack his skull open. I found him like this and since your leader requested his presence, I chose to fix him, instead of send him the way of the God’s.” [Bruce swats his hand away, which immediately gets a glance of disapproval from North. Both men close in on each other, until Neville backs his partner away. The tension in the air is so thick, you could cut it with a knife.] [How are VHS going to come together as one after this? Who’s going to replace The Red Emperor?] [Why did Viktor North do this?] [It’s not long before Lazarus happens upon the situation, realizing very quickly that North had been responsible. He grabs he Skull Splitter, slamming him against the nearest wall.]“What did I tell you?” [Lazarus fumes.] “We needed him.”
[North pushes him off angrily, getting straight back in his face.]“We didn’t need him and we don’t need you,” [The Viking bellows.] “In the eyes of the God’s themselves, Viktor North will walk through the valley of death at Face/Off and deliver VHS to victory. If you get in my way, I will deliver you to your God’s – as broken as that man may be, or worse.”
[Bruce and Neville quickly rush in, pulling Lazarus away before he can do any damage. The VHS Champion is absolutely furious.]“If you want me, you’ll know where to find me in the Chamber, North,” [he yells being dragged away.] “You’ll know where to find your salvation.”
[The Knights help Lazarus away as North remains, laughing to himself. These two meet in the Chamber in only a few moments time and already, VHS has damn near imploded.]DIE ANOTHER DAY
RECORDED EARLIER
“Long live the chief.”
[He stands back up and exits the room, leaving poor Connor Murphy there to die on the cold, hard, dirty prison floor.] [Later today.] [Meanwhile, back at the Tap Room, we’re inside the office with The Chief himself when the phone rings.] [He answers quickly.]“Has it been done, nigga?” [He asks ominously.] “Good, good. I’ll take care of your family, but you know what you gotta do.”
[The Chief puts the phone down and thinks about it for a moment, reaching into his desk and pulling out a little black book. He crosses the name Connor Murphy from it, following that up with a line through Clyde Summers – who it would seem, was the man who just took care of business.] [Presently.] [Inside the office of The Chief, a television in the far right corner of the room has the local news playing.]“Today at Miami State Penitentiary, two inmates were found dead. The first victim, known as Connor Murphy, was apparently stabbed multiple times by fellow inmate Clyde Summers, who then committed suicide a short time later. This is an isolated incident, and police have no other suspects.”
[Cut.]ELIMINATION CHAMBER
VHS CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!”
[The fans have lost their minds as The Scarecrow turns around to see Brent Kersh stood before him. They both go toe to toe, face to face and it’s about to explode when Lux Bellator nails Scarecrow with a dropkick to the back that plunges him into The Enforcer. As they stumble over each other, Kersh hits the deck and Lux swoops him with the Tilt-O-Whirl… INTO THE ARM OF.. NO! THE SCARECROW BLOCKS IT, HOLDING BELLATOR IN MID-AIR! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST – PUN INTENDED. He holds The Light Warrior mid-move and TOSSES HIM OFF INTO THE ROPES LIKE HE’S NOTHING! LUX THOUGH LANDS ON HIS FEET! He runs back towards Scarecrow, but this time Brent Kersh CLOBBERS HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! THAT TURNED HIM INSIDE FUCKING OUT!] [Then a chamber unlocks.] [Viktor North steps foot into battle, just as Brent Kersh turns to see his nemesis. The two attempt to square off again, but Viktor North comes in from behind, GUNGNIR TO THE BACK OF BRENT KERSH, DRIVING STRAIGHT THROUGH TO THE FUCKING SCARECROW! VIKTOR NORT JUST DRILLED BOTH OF THEM DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH THAT EPIC SPEAR!! He gets back to his feet and shakes the cobwebs off, only Lazarus has risen – ha, on the metal stage. Viktor runs across the ring, DIVING THROGUH THE MIDDLE AND TOP ROPE… GUNGNIR!! NO!! LAZARUS MOVES AND NORTH DRIVES HEAD AND SHOULDERS FIRST INTO THE FUCKING MESH AND STEEL!! Holy shit, what impact! Lazarus pulls him back to his feet and runs him HEAD FIRST INTO THE NEAREST CHAMBER POD, DENTING THE FUCKING STEEL WITH IT!] [No-one has been eliminated yet and now all six participants are in the ring. The Scarecrow is slowly back to his feet, only he doesn’t seem what looms above him. LUX BELLATOR HAS CLIMBED A POD! The Scarecrow turns around and CROSSBODY FROM THE TOP OF THE FUCKING POD! HOLY FUCKING COW! HE NAILS HIM! HE NAILS HIM WITH THE CROSSBODY, BUT THE SCARECROW ROLLS THROUGH! WHAT!? THE SCARECROW ROLLS THROUGH AND GETS BACK TO HIS FEET, LUX BELLATOR ATTACHED TO HIM! He bumps him up onto his shoulders and DROPKICK BY BRENT KERSH! SAMOAN DROP! FORCED SAMOAN DROP! Kersh dives onto Scarecrow violently, pounding away at him with right and left hands as Bellator rolls away in agony!] [Alistair Huxley stumbles away from the chamber pod with blood dripping down his face. He barely knows where he is. As Kersh slams fists into the face of The Hayman, Huxley pulls him off, leaping into the air… TRIANGLE CHOKE! CIRQUE DE TORMENT!! IT’S LOCKED IN! THEY SLAM INTO THE CANVAS AND HUXLEY IS ABOUT TO ELIMINATE KERSH! CAN HE SURVIVE? WILL HE TAP? He SCREAMS in agony, but there’s nowhere to go. The Scarecrow though isn’t finished. He gets back to his feet and STOMPS on Ali’s face, breaking the hold. The Monster pulls him up by his throat to his feet, looking at him for a moment as he squirms within his grasp. CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM STRAIGHT TO FUCKING HELL!] [The Scarecrow covers… One…. Two…. Three! It’s over for Huxley! He put up one hell of a valiant fight here tonight, but it wasn’t to be. Across the ring, Viktor North has recovered from his violent attack and seeks out Lazarus, who is checking on Bellator. He helps his partner to his feet, only to see North running at him with a vicious right hand. The Viking nearly takes his face off with that one. He grabs Bellator and tosses him into the ropes, clobbering him with a vile Big Boot and dispatching of him just in time. Lazarus isn’t amused, grabbing North and tossing him back onto the metal apron.] [He follows, only North nails him with a Low Blow that just so happens to be legal in this match. The Viking grabs him, this time running Lazarus face first into a POD and cracking it for good measure himself. Laz bounces back, ducking a swinging Clothesline and leaping ONTO THE MESH OF THE CHAMBER! The VHS Champion starts climbing, escaping North but also luring him in. As expected, North follows, climbing the mesh himself. Both men are now somewhat above the ring, swinging with right hands, beating each other from pillar to post as the fans ‘OOF’ in the background. Viktor though suddenly leans backwards and DIVES.. HE FUCKING DIVES AT LAZARUS! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! GUNGNIR! GUNGIR FROM HIGH IN THE AIR, STRAIGHT THROUGH A FUCKING CHAMBER! THERE’S METAL EVERYWHERE! OH MY FUCKING GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD! LAZARUS HAS TO BE BROKEN IN FUCKING HALF!] [Both men lay within the chamber, unconscious, bloodied and with METAL all around them. The fans can’t believe it.]“You just killed him!” …. “You just killed him!” [They chant unanimously as their broken bodies show no signs of life.] [Back inside the middle of the chamber, Lux Bellator stands in absolute awe at what he’s just witnessed. He’s goes over to help, only Brent Kersh spins him around, scooping him up and SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT! SHOULDER BREAKER TO TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER TO LUX BELLATOR! THAT HAS TO BE IT! THE DISTRACTION WAS ENOUGH! HE COVERS… ONE…. TWO…. KICK OUT! KICK OUT! LUX BELLATOR KICKS OUT! The Enforcer can hardly believe it, getting back to his feet, he looks up at the sky for some kind of idea. What he doesn’t realize is that behind him, The Scarecrow lurks. He turns Kersh around, slaps his hand around his throat and CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLLLAAAMMMMM!!!! The Scarecrow covers…. One….. Two…. Three! Brent Kersh has been eliminated! Holy fuck!] [Referee’s pour into the chamber to try and help Kersh out, but The Hayman NAILS THEM WITH RIGHT AND LEFT HANDS! IN COMES ANOTHER, DOWN HE GOES, THEN ANOTHER, DOWN HE GOES TOO! WHAT THE FUCK? The Monster grabs The Enforcer and pulls him back to his feet, scooping him up like a missile and then running… STRAIGHT INTO THE CHAMBER POD! STRAIGHT THROUGH THE METAL DOOR! STRAIGHT TO FUCKING HELL! THE SCARECROW HAS JUST DECIMATED HIS LONG-TIME RIVAL! Elsewhere, Viktor North and Lazarus are pulling themselves from their pit of absolute destruction. North enters the ring first, bloodied and disorientated, walking into a CHOKESLAM! NO! HE DROPS OUT! He kicks Scarecrow repeatedly to the knees, finally dropping him down to one. DARKWISH! SUPERKICK OUT OF NO-WHERE BY LAZARUS! HOLY SHIT!] [North runs at him, but The VHS Champion scoops him up and DAWN! PACKAGE FISHERMAN BUSTER! HE GOT IT! Lazarus covers… One…. Two…. Three! Viktor North has been eliminated by his closest rival! What does this mean for TEAM VHS? Lazarus gets back to his feet, dazed and confused. He’s tired. He’s bloodied. He’s hurting. Suddenly, Bellator spins him around.. RAHEI! GOD’S LIGHT! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!? IS BELLATOR GOING TO ELIMINATE THE VHS CHAMPION!? ONE….. TWO….. THREE! HE HAS! LAZARUS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Lux releases the cover, looking extremely disappointed with himself after that, but it’s every man for themselves here tonight.] [Lux Bellator is just as tired as everyone else as he gets himself back to his feet. Lazarus is up, offering a handshake to his comrade, knowing that this was every man for himself. Lux though turns around to see the immortal figure of The Scarecrow. He gulps, stepping backwards. One of these two me will be the next VHS Champion. They pace around each other, Bellator trying to be more cautious now they’re the last two inside the Chamber. They both suddenly lunge forward, Lux with right hands that only slowly start to phase the monster. He’s pushed backwards, but returns fire with a series of Uppercuts that eventually cause The Light Warrior to stumble away. He turns around and WALKS STRAIGHT INTO A BIG BOOT!] [The Hayman stalks him as he gets back up, kicking him to the mid-section and pulling him into a Powerbomb position. Hold on? Is he going for The Perch? He pulls Lux up into a Crucifix like Perch position and the LIGHTS GO OFF! AND…. THE PERCH! THE LIGHTS ARE ON AND LUX BELLATOR IS FLAT OUT ON THE CANVAS! HOLY CRAP! The Scarecrow walks over, ready to pin but INSIDE CRADLE! INSIDE CRADLE.. ONE…. TWO…. THREE! NO!! THE SCARECROW KICKS OUT! THAT WAS CLOSE! Both of them spring away from the near fall and Bellator is up first… TILT-O-WHIRL! ARM OF GOD! ARM OF GOD!! THE SUBMISSION IS LOCKED IN! Both of them hit the canvas, The Scarecrow trying to withstand the hold as Lux Bellator squeezes as hard as he can.] [He turns him over though, onto his back… ONE…. TWO… THREE! NO! BELLATOR RELEASES THE LEVERAGED HOLD JUST IN TIME! Both of them roll away once again, Bellator storming The Monster and CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM! THAT HAS TO BE IT… THE SCARECROW COVERS… ONE…… TWO….. THREE! IT’S OVER! THE BELL SOUNDS! THE HAYMAN HAS BECOME THE NEW VHS CHAMPION, SO HELP US ALL!] [The fans can’t believe it as Lux Bellator rolls away in agony, leaving The Scarecrow to the centre of the chamber. We have a new VHS Champion here tonight and oh my God, how the hell will he ever be stopped?]
TWO IN THE CHAMBER
RINGSIDE
“There’s two in the Chamber. Do you want to take your shot?” [Kersh asks, standing before his nemesis.] “Because I do.”
[He suddenly strikes, knocking The Scarecrow backwards into the ropes. The Monster uses that momentum and thrusts himself forward, swinging the VHS Championship wildly at The Enforcer. He manages to duck underneath, scooping The Scarecrow up.] [Southern Discomfort!!] [Brent gets back to his feet, bending down to pick up the VHS Championship as The Scarecrow lays there on the canvas. What a turnabout this is. Can you believe it?] [Then he sits up.] [The Enforcer looks stunned, even stepping back to double take what he’s just witnessed. The Scarecrow swivels around and gets back to his feet, pointing ominously as Kersh who has no-where to go. He’s trapped.] [They stare at each other. There’s no pause, no breath, no ability to cut the tension.] [Darkness.] [And he’s gone, VHS Championship too.] [Cut.]