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TV #247 / "Rot Inside A Corpses Shell"

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ROT INSIDE A CORPSES SHELL

EPISODE #247
OCTOBER 11th 2021

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“REMEMBER ME?”

FEATURING
SIGIL

Click.

Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.

Darkness.

Click.

The pull string of a light is pulled, illuminating a bathroom. Sigil is stood inside, looking at himself in the mirror. He’s not wearing his cape and begins to adjust his mask, as if he’s about take it off.

Flash.

The light goes off.

He reaches in the dark for the string once again, pulling the light back on, only this time it flickers.

In the mirror, a figure flashes with the light – unbeknownst to Sigil.

Finally, the light comes back on.

And he’s not alone.

Malice stands zombified over his shoulder, with his head titled, snarling. The former member of War Machine looks terrifying.

Sigil turns quickly, only to be slammed forcibly into the mirror – shattering it with the impact. Malice holds him there; his powerful forearm of rotting flesh having lifted The Collector off the floor.

Remember me?” He growls. “Do you remember what you fucking did to me, you cunt?”

Suddenly and in the blink of an eye, Sigil has abruptly opened a portal where Malice stands, transporting him away. He falls to his knees, glass having cut his back to shreds, gasping for air.

“What the fuck is happening?” He squeezes out between desperate breaths.

Cut.

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“FROM DEPTHS”

FEATURING
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF & CAEL GABLE

The sound of waves lapping against the wall of an old boathouse. The ocean, calm, but a constant reminder to the boathouse’s inhabitants of its presence.

Here, we find Cael Gable and Israel Grimwolf, the latter peering out through a small porthole window and gazing out over the bay.

“It’s dark meharty. There’s no light to tell what’s out there.”

Grimwolf turns from the window. There’s true fear in his eyes.

“But something is…”

Grimwolf’s voice trails off into silence. The silence far too suspicious for his own liking. The lapping sounds of the waves has disappeared, leaving an eerie ambience that is only broken by the sound of dripping water.

Then a low humming, almost a chanting. The slow, ghostly sound of a Sea Shanty is heard on the breeze outside.

‘Way, haul away…
Hoist the cotton an’ sail the seas.
Way, haul away…
The Cursed Souls of Davey Jones.’


The sound of the ghostly shanty comes closer until the chanting seems to rattle the very walls of the small boathouse itself. It is a tune Grimwolf knows too well.

"That song. It's not that of a monster from the depths at all. But ..."

CRACK!

SOMETHING IS BANGING ON THE WALLS.

THE WHOLE BUILDING IS SHAKING!

BANG!

THE BOATHOUSE DOOR EXPLODES OFF ITS HINGES!


Two massive, hulking figures slowly limp and scrape their way into the boathouse. In Grimwolf’s eyes, there is a definite look of recognition, but the creatures that move towards him look like anything but something recognisable.

Terrifying creatures. Human-like, but not the way we know it. They look bloated, with greying skin covered in molluscs and sea creatures. Still dressed in their pirate garbs, that now hang like shreds off their zombified bodies. One drags behind it a chain holding an anchor that drags upon the ground, the other brandishes hands covered in coral.

In tandem, the two creatures point an accusing finger at the face of Israel Grimwolf.

“Captain…”

Grimwolf shakes his head.

“You’re not taking me to the fucking locker.”

Both of Grimwolf's ex-crewmen leap forward, one grabs him around the throat, wrapping its chain around his neck and hoisting him up off the ground by the chain. The chain is wrapped around a beam in the boathouse roof and the two zombie crewmen pull him up to the rafters, choking for his life.

But it is Gable who saves the day. A flashlight, shone into the clouded eyes of the creatures, causes them to reel backwards and Grimwolf falls from the roof to the ground. Gable pulls him, limping, and they high tail it the fuck out of the boathouse.

The two zombie pirates slowly limp their way to the door, anchor chain hanging behind them. Following slowly after their targets.

Israel Grimwolf’s crew has escaped the locker, and they’re not returning without dragging Pirate Gold with them.

Cut.

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THE OPENER

CAGE MATCH
VOYNICH vs. SEESAW

The depraved SeeSaw boasts an immaculate record in the Toybox, but how will he fare inside the confines of a steel cage?

Voynich is the first to make a dash at his opponent as he attempts to take SeeSaw’s head off with a stiff lariat, but SeeSaw telegraphs the move; ducking and sending Voynich face-first into steel! Voynich stumbles back holding his face and walks straight into a side headlock – followed by the Catastrophic Collider Cacophony! An almighty bulldog from the Cackling Madcap!

SeeSaw wastes little time in climbing to his feet and begins to scale the top turnbuckle. Once there, he looks poised to throw himself through the air but stops – instead continuing his ascent to the top of the cage! He scans the ring beneath him, flapping his wings and laughing manically, before flopping forward with his arms extended like a jumbo jet.

CRUNCH! The Flight of the Ornithopter fails to connect as Voynich catches sight of his opponent at the very last; sending his knees crushing into the solar plexus of Mr Make Believe! SeeSaw’s ribs may well be shattered to pieces by that high-impact reversal! The Best Kept Secret sees his opportunity to put this one to bed, swiftly pulling SeeSaw up by his red hair.

Voynich tucks SeeSaw’s under his arm hoisting him up vertically. He’s going for the Brainbuster – MONOLITH CONNECTS! SeeSaw comes crashing down across the back of his neck and is seemingly out cold! The Toybox King started brightly in this one any sign of lights has been turned out completely now! Voynich climbs through the cage door and instructs the referee to slam it shut behind him!

There was no secret about who got the better of the steel cage tonight as Voynich emerges victorious.

WINNER: VOYNICH

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“IMPERISHABLE”

FEATURING
KAINE KNIGHTLORD, IMPALER, SIR RENAULT & NIGEL ROYAL

Earlier Today.

We find ourselves outside the Slaughterhouse, greeted by the sound of Nigel Royal's voice.

"Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I brought you lot here and now."

His smug look of confidence is met with a lukewarm response by the trio he's gathered.

Kaine Knightlord, Sir Renault, and The Impaler.

Three men you wouldn't expect to see brought together, but stranger things have happened at the Slaughterhouse.

Nigel presses on despite the looks of confusion the three share with each other.

"It's simple, really...in a world of monsters, you three gentlemen are extraordinary. Your skills and powers cannot--and will not--go unnoticed. Your strength, cunning, and intelligence are to be admired...and admired they shall be."

Kaine is the first to speak up, interjecting with more than a hint of skepticism.

"What is it you really want, Nigel?"

This puts a smile on Royal's face.

"Put simply, my man, I want to form an alliance...a league, if you will."

Renault speaks up next, less skeptical and more curious as to the nature of the proposition.

"And what, pray tell, is the purpose of what you seek?"

Royal's smile only grows wider, latching onto the potential interest of the Last Crusader.

"I'm glad you asked, Sir Renault. I think a man of your ilk would be pleased to know I'm offering a chance to keep some particularly nasty rogues at bay. You've seen what that group calling themselves the bMf are capable of...and I'm looking to put an end to it."

Something about this seems to gravitate toward Renault, but Knightlord rolls his eyes at the spiel.

"Sounds more to me like you're looking for people to fight your battles for you, Nigel. What's wrong, can't get Albert Shaw to help you?"

The mention of Shaw makes Royal's smirk go away, but before he can respond to that statement The Impaler chimes in.

"What's in it for us, then? If you really want me to get into your business for you, you'd better have something good in return."

Royal is quickly seeing this proposition go sideways, but he presses on all the same.

"If money is of concern to you, I can offer plenty. But perhaps, more importantly--good Lord."

Nigel immediately stops what he's saying, his mouth agape as he notices something off in the distance.

A familiar red, white, and blue mask. A top hat you can recognize anywhere. A hairdo that no one else would dare show off.

It's the Forever Friends...but there's something wrong.

Something horrible.

Because their friendship is indeed forever...imperishable, in fact.

But so too is their hunger.

Cut.

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THE MID-CARD

AMBULANCE MATCH
ISRAEL GRIMWOLF vs. TENCHU

Grimwolf has encountered many horrors in the deep but even the sight of Tenchu unsettles him. Who is going home in an ambulance?

Grimwolf is off like a mad pirate on rum, he’s unloading shot after shot but Tenchu's systems are well-calibrated tonight and it easily fends off the strikes. SHOULDER TACKLE!!!! Metal crushes flesh and bone as Tenchu drives the Captain into a corner buckle.

Tenchu clinches Grimwolf, lifts him high into the air. SUPLEX ONTO THE TOP ROPE!!! Grimwolf flops to the outside. Tenchu on the top rope....HIDDEN BLADE!!!! EVADED!!! KEELHAULED!!! Grimwolf threw everything into that rolling elbow.

Grimwolf lifts Tenchu to a vertical base, he’s trying to get the robot into the Ambulance. CRACK!!! Tenchu counters and slams the door on the pirate’s hopes. Kodokushi unsheathes its blade....KILL IT WITH FIRE-BLOCKED!!!! Grimwolf’s cutlass deflects the blow. But Tenchu is quick...headbutt to Grimwolf. The Metal Shadow hoists The Pirate onto its shoulders...DEATH VALLEY DRIVER INTO THE AMBULANCE!!!!

BUT GRIMWOLF SLIDES FREE!!! DEAD MAN’S CHEST!!! GRIMWOLF ATTEMPTS A HEART PUNCH!!! BUT TENCHU JUST STANDS THERE!!! SPARTA KICK!!! The force of that sends Kodokushi backwards into the ambulance and Grimwolf CLOSES THE DOORS BEHIND HIM!!!

Tenchu is heading straight to the Emergency Room after this beating.

WINNER: ISRAEL GRIMWOLF

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“UNHAPPY ENDING”

FEATURING
BANZAN & PYRE

Banzan.

The Mountain sits meditating in an open field. He opens his eyes as footsteps in the grass behind him attract his attention.

Pyre.

The fire bitch holds up a hand, flames dancing from her fingertips as Banzan rises to meet her.

"Why are you here?" Banzan asks, looking almost angered by Pyre's arrival.

"I'm not sure. Something made me feel... compelled to come here," She replies standing at odds with The Mountain who merely raises an eyebrow.

"As did I. Something in my soul shouted out to me, it begged me to come here. I was trying to meditate and find out why."

Pyre pauses, letting the fire slowly die out from her fingers. She goes to ask a question but the sounds of laughter stop her. It's not quite a laugh... but a demented giggle.

"I'll tell you why."

Banzan and Pyre look around themselves, taken aback by the voice. It's familiar not only to them, but to us as well.

"Once upon a time, a girl and her friends fought a mean old queen."

Pyre sneers, flames engulfing her arms!

"And one of her friends, her most trusted friend, wasn't there when she needed him most."

Banzan stands shocked, eyes wide as he realizes just who's talking to him.

"That poor little girl ended up dying scared and alone. But she wasn't surprised. After all, sometimes... you need an unhappy ending."

The world flashes, fracturing as we once again see Wonderland. The zombified corpses of all of Pyre's victims standing around her and Banzan, approaching the two of them! Pyre lashes out with flames from both hands, scorching the bodies of many of the zombies around her!

Flash.

Wonderland is gone, and standing in front of Banzan and Pyre, hopping like a bunny, is Sweet Alice.

Headless.

"Alice!"

Banzan reaches out, but Pyre grabs him, pulling him away.

"Run. I can feel them, they're closing in."

The Red Queen rushes to flee, Banzan watching for a few moments more at Alice's headless corpse.

Flash.

We once again see Wonderland, and Alice's head lands in her hands. She places it on her head, giving Banzan a sickening smile as her and the rest of her dead friends give chase.

Cut.

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THE MID-CARD

BULL-ROPE MATCH
SIGIL vs. TWO-FACE

Accustomed to hopping between dimensions, The Realm Walker now finds himself tethered for the first time!

Meeting in the middle for a tie-up, Two-Face instead wraps the rope around Sigil’s legs, tripping him up! He then pulls it tight around his throat, choking the life out of him! Sigil yanks on the remaining length, throwing the politician overhead. They scramble to their feet… Sigil WHIPS the burn-victim across his two faces!

Sending Two-Face reeling, Sigil loops the rope around his waist… GERMAN SUPLEX INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Sigil drags him out of the corner and practically hog-ties him - CALF CRUSHER, ON WOUNDED LEGS! Two-Face screams in pain, his hand hovering over the mat… HE BRAINS SIGIL WITH THE COWBELL! The Collector collapses, breaking the hold.

Two-Face pulls Sigil to his feet. He lassoes the rope round his neck, then slings his leg over - FLIP THE COIN! He drives him into the canvas with the overdrive. ONE… TWO… SHOULDER UP! 50/50 cusses, then heaves Sigil up again. He sets him up in the Joker driver - LADY LUCK!?

SIGIL ESCAPES! HE CHOPS HIM IN THE SIDE OF THE NECK WITH THE ROPE - MERCIFUL! WOOSH - COSMIC LEAP! Teleporting across the ring, he closes the distance… PLANESWALKER DROPKI—TWO-FACE DUCKS! He pulls him in using the rope… HEADS OR TAILS, THE SISTER ABIGAIL! Two-Face plants him facefirst into the mat. ONE… TWO… THREE!

Two-Face pulls out the rope-a-dope!

WINNER: TWO-FACE

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“WELCOME BACK”

FEATURING
JESSIE WILLIAMS

Jessie Williams has just got done getting ready to go out for the day.

He goes outside and it is perfect. A picturesque day where you feel nice and warm but never hot.

It's perfect, almost too perfect.

Jessie enjoys the day just walking in his neighborhood until the jingle of an ice cream truck hits his ear.

Jessie can't hide the smile caused from childhood nostalgia. 

He rushes to the truck.

He's the first in line, another perfect moment on this perfect day.

Jessie has just the treat in mind for this perfect occasion. 

Jessie looks over the menu to see if they have it, he hasn't had it in since he was a kid.

It's there!

He has to buy it now.

He walks up to the truck grinning from ear to ear.

The vendor speaks the moment Jessie makes his way to the window of the truck.

"Hello! Can I interest you in a treaterino?"

Jessie knows that voice, he does a double take.

"Don't look so weird, it's just a Halloween costume!"

Jessie gives a deadpan "You serious?" look

The vendor continues to speak.

"You're right, why am I lying to you about this? You did this to me and I can't wait until we can have matching costumes."

The vendor laughs sarcastically.

Jessie gulps and looks at the vendor again to make sure he's right about what he thinks he saw.

He's right.

What the fuck?!

It's Sandy Rogers but he's not himself anymore, he's a zombie!

Jessie should have known something was up when the truck said Lucid Cream.

Sandy Rogers has returned and so has Lucid Falls!

This is the only neighborhood that can have a day this perfect. 

Jessie starts running away and muttering to himself. 

"I told myself I'd never be back in this neighborhood, how the fuck is he back? I got to talk to the one being I can seem to trust anymore when it comes to this side of things. I got to get to Mordecai because if this isn't a dream, we're all screwed."

Cut.

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“A LOOK INTO THE EYES OF GODS WARRIOR”

FEATURING
PHINEAS MOODY & SIR RENAULT

Sir Renault arrived in Old School Wrestling with one mission; find the holy grail and initiate a second coming.

The Holy Grail was of course The Chief, but his body is long gone.

That’s what led Renault here.

He now stands in a graveyard, somewhere in the middle of Miami. This City is where The Chief was last seen before Yahweh took his body as a vessel.

Could it be discarded here?

Lightning and thunder fill the air as rain pours down atop him. He walks through the graveyard, hoping that The Chief has been resurrected.

Weird things have been happening all over OSW, so why not?

He approaches a gravestone, only to find a figure looming behind it, looking away.

“Hello?” He questions.

There’s no reply.

He moves in closer, turning the figure around.

Only it leaps at him violently.

Like a rabid dog, it tackles him to the ground with blood red eyes, cackling madly.

It’s Phineas Moody.

Renault manages to kick him off overhead, turning around in the soaking wet dirt to see Moody on all fours, head tilted.

“What do you want, demon?”

Moody laughs, skittering quickly towards him – becoming almost immediately face to face.

It’s terrifying.

“I came to look into the eyes of God’s warrior,” he sneers, but disgustedly pulls away. “But you’re not it.”

“You followed me here?” Renault demands to know, getting slowly back to his feet.

“I’ve been following you for quite some time,” Moody admits, now kneeling in the mud. “Haven’t you felt me?”

“I’ll ask you one last time before I vanquish you, demon; what do you want?” Sir Renault says threateningly.

Phineas just cackles.

“You’re a warrior of Yahweh, are you not?” He says very gentlemanly. “I want to be vanquished, if you can.”

You’d imagine that if you could see under Renault’s mask, you’d see a smirk.

He rushes towards Moody with a knee, only The Freakshow vanishes into thin air. Renault immediately turns around in a panic, finding Phineas Moody gone.

The wind blows and with it a whisper follows.

Come one, come all, to the greatest show of all.

A flash of red eyes.

I’m waiting.

Renault snaps his head around to the whisper, but there’s nothing there.

Cut.

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THE MID-CARD

INFERNO MATCH
CAEL GABLE vs. DEATHNOTE

Play with fire, and you’re gonna get burned!

Deathnote lures Cael in with a collar-and-elbow, only to kick him in the gut. He blitzes him with debilitating strikes, for which Gable has no defence; he’s a grappler! The Author of Death hoists him onto his shoulders. He’s going for the BURNING HAMMER - INTO THE FLAMES! DYING WI—CAEL HOPS DOWN!

SILENCE IS GOLDEN! He traps Deathnote in the rear naked choke. He’s fading… But a backwards headbutt rocks Gable. He feels the heat as Deathnote pushes him towards the fire… CAEL RELEASES THE HOLD! He ducks a clothesline, sprints forwards, then turns back to face him… GOLD RUSH! NO! Deathnote avoids the spear, heaving Gable up—

GATHER THY SOUL - GO TO SLEEP, CAEL! He t-t-teeters on the edge of the inferno, singing the hairs on his arms… Deathnote sizes him up for a BIG BOOT, but Gable ducks it! Go-behind… GERMAN SUPLEX! Oh, shit - ya dun goofed, Deathnote! The Olympian fucking ragdolls the striker with TEN KARAT GERMANS!

The blaze has exhausted these competitors: Cael is dripping sweat; Deathnote’s hair is frizzy, its oils evaporated. They get to their feet, sucking wind. Gable hauls Deathnote’s ass into a suplex with minimal stalling. He drops him into the cutter - PUGHPLEX! Out cold, Deathnote drops a limp arm into the fire… HIS GEAR CATCHES ALIGHT!

Cael Gable walks through hellfire and brimstone!

WINNER: CAEL GABLE

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“CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE”

FEATURING
SEESAW

There's a chilling melody lingering in the background as we sweep along the floor. As the camera pans upwards, the music gets a little louder and we stop on the deranged figure of SeeSaw.

We can see now that we're in the Toybox, and SeeSaw is dancing with glee between his various contraptions and his worktable. There's a snap, and one of the toys that SeeSaw is working on splits clean in half.

SeeSaw cackles.

"Oh, no," he cries out, still laughing. "Poor, poor you. You'll need to visit SeeSaw's magic hospital now!"

He hops with glee over to another workstation, taking the time to plop a white nurses hat on top of his mass of curls.

Just then, theres a creaking sound followed by a huge splintering crunch. SeeSaw is taken aback, his newly donned hat falling to the floor as he goes to investigate.

As SeeSaw gets to the location of the noise, he notices a gaping hole in the floor. Suddenly, from behind him, a pair of scissors flies past his right ear and lodges itself in the wall. Then another pair, and another. SeeSaw turns around and his jaw drops at the sight that greets him.

It's a skeletal being, skin sallow and taut across the bones, hanging off around the joints, with long facial hair matted and dirty. There's a crazed look in his eyes, and there's something very 'off' about him.

"What's the matter?" the figure asks with a slight lisp. "Cat got your tongue? Here, have mine!"

And with that, the man pulls a pair of scissors holding a tongue against his chest and throws the dead, blackened lump of flesh at SeeSaw.

He suddenly remembers.

***
Ring of Dreams VII

With a brutal, gut-crunching snap, he cuts Rune’s tongue out in one fell snap. The Glitch tries to scream but can’t, blood spewing down his throat and into his mouth. His eyes open wide…

And within moments, the light within them fades out.

...

He chuckles to himself, grabbing the scissors and piercing them through the end of the tongue. He slams it into the chest of Rune, laughing.

“What am I saying? You’re dead. Only the insane have conversations with dead men.”
***


SeeSaw recoils in horror. RUNE is back!?

Cut.

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MID-CARD

I QUIT MATCH
SIMON vs. CORVUS

A 3 second loss can be ignored but pure submission sticks to the very soul. Will the Grandmaster tear off the Crow's wings or will he bend the knee to the Black Hand?

The bell sounds as Corvus rushes forward, leaping up high with a huge roundhouse that Simon ducks under, grabbing the Crow’s leg as he spins him for a dragonscrew. Corvus spins out, CORVUS KICK! The Flash kick stumbles Simon back as the Crow leaps up onto Simon’s shoulders.

CUT THROAT...POWERBOMB! Simon reversed the Hurricanrana at the last second as he keeps hold of the legs, trying to lock in the Checkmate but gets only the left leg before he’s pushed off. Corvus tries to get to his feet but a huge knee to the jaw rocks him

SIMON PLEX! Simon sends him crashing to the mat with a quick Fishermans before pulling him up to his feet, gripping Corvus in a headlock before running forward. TORRE...CORVUS SLIPS OUT! The Crow sends Simon chest first into the buckles before backing up, CORVUS KICK! A second Flash Kick stuns Simon as Corvus runs to the other side of the ring before rushing forward once more.

RUNNING CORVU...SIMON MOVES AS CORVUS’S KNEE GETS STUCK IN THE ROPES! The Crow is desperately trying to get free but he can’t before Simon rushes forward, CATALAN OPENING INTO THE KNEE! Corvus collapses onto the canvas in sheer pain as Simon quickly locks in the Checkmate, The Crow trying to survive but he’s forced to utter I Quit before his knee is destroyed completely!

Simon picks up the huge victory here tonight, tearing apart the Crow and clipping his wings in the process

WINNER: SIMON

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“THIEVES AND BEGGERS”

FEATURING
TWO-FACE

🎵Yo. Ho. Haul together. 🎵

The sound of singing as we see a figure pulling on a rope, raising something up in the air.

🎵Hoist the colours high. 🎵

Headlights from a car can be seen speeding down a dark road. In the car, an angry Two-Face glares out into the darkness, a message written on a page spurs him to rush home.

🎵Heave ho, thieves and beggers. 🎵

That same dark figure is seen pulling another rope, raising another form into the air.

🎵Never shall we die. 🎵

Two-Face turns onto another road, and this time we see bodies hanging from trees. Members of his crew, decked out in black and white attire, hanging from their necks. Two-Face gets out of his car and looks at one of the bodies, a look of terror on their face.

🎵Some men have died and some are alive. 🎵

The sound of singing further into the darkness draws Two-Face’s attention as the Bifurcated Politician heads down the road.

🎵And others sail on the sea with the keys to the cage. 🎵

Two-Face marches down the road following the voice. He looks as more and more of his gang are seen hanging from trees.

🎵And the Devil to pay. We lay to Fiddler’s Green. 🎵

Two-Face reaches his home, but sees nobody around. Still, the sound of singing draws Two-Face deeper into the home. You can see signs of struggles taking place. Clearly his men put up a fight, but were no match for whatever hit his residence.

🎵The bell has been raised from it’s watery grave…🎵

The voice is closer now as Two-Face marches through the home. Out of the darkness..

TWO-FACE IS CRACKED OVER THE HEAD BY A STEEL PIPE!

JESUS CHRIST!


Two-Face crawls away from his attacker, his eyes glazed from the strike as he turns to face whatever it was that attacked him.

Who did this!? Who the fuck did this?

🎵Do you hear it’s sepulchral tone? 🎵

SCRIMSHAW!

A zombified salty sea dog stands grimacing, steel pipe in hand!

He looks over Two-Face as he wraps a rope around the neck of Two-Face.

“I haven’t forgotten what you did.”

The scene fades as Scrimshaw begins wrestling with Two-Face out of the home.

Cut

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MID-CARD

TWO VERSUS ONE MATCH
THE SANDMAN vs. HOLLYWOOD LUKE STORM & PYRE

Two weeks ago Bad Mother Fuckers cost Sandman the world championship and now he has a chance to get revenge on 2/3rds of them. Will the Dream Demon get his vengeance or will Hollywood snuff out his flames permanently?

The bell sounds as Pyre begins by rushing forward and drilling the Sandman with a leaping knee to the jaw that barely moves the Dream Demon. Both Pyre and Storm pound on Sandman with lefts and rights for a moment before he grips both of them by the skulls and tosses them across the ring.

Pyre gets to her feet right into a running hook to the gut that doubles her over before she’s lifted up high in a goozle. LIGHTNING STRIKE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! That staggered the Sandman as he swings around in a wild haymaker that Storm ducks under before leaping up and locking both arms around Sandman’s skull.

Pyre leaps up behind Sandman, wrapping around the Dream Demon’s throat as the Bad Mother Fuckers try to choke Sandman out but he easily grabs Pyre, tossing her aside before nearly caving Storm’s back in with a modified Spinebuster. The Sandman turns his attention to the Fire Bitch, peeling her off the mat by the hair.

FIREBALL! Pyre blinds Sandman who stumbles back into Hollywood as he drops down in the splits, NUT PUNCH! The Dream Demon is down on his knees as Pyre lays into him with Roundhouse kicks before Storm bounces off the ropes, LIGHTNING STRIKE TO...PYRE! Sandman ducked under as Hollywood nailed the Fire Bitch, Storm getting to his feet into a pair of hands around his throat. FULL FORCE TO SAND ONTO PYRE! The Dream Demon drops down for the pin on Hollywood and the easy ONE...TWO...THREE!!!

The Dream Demon gets a measure of revenge against the Bad Mother Fuckers here tonight, capitalising on a Hollywood sized mistake to make them pay for costing him the world title.

WINNER: THE SANDMAN

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“YOU OWE ME”

FEATURING
CXDY & CORVUS

Somewhere else.

In the middle of an abandoned warehouse, CXDY paces back and forth in paranoia. Something has snapped inside him and we’re witnessing his devolution into a man that’s utterly beside himself.

Just then, and without warning, a voice sounds.

“You wanted to meet me here?” Says Corvus, who now stands in the shadows behind him.

Perfection turns to face him.

“Someone is stalking my wife,” he says solemnly. “My family.”

“And you think it’s me?” Corvus scoffs. “Why exactly would I waste my time? If I wanted your wife or family, I’d take them.”

That makes Cody grimace.

“I’m not here to blame you. I’m here to ask for your help. Someone out there is stalking my family and it’s only a matter of time before they strike,” he says earnestly, stepping forward. “You killed my best friend; this is the least you can do. You owe me.”

That surprises Corvus, who barely gets to respond before the door is damn near kicked off its hinges.

Both men turn their attention there, only to be utterly fucking shocked by who stands there.

It’s…

Tyler Brooks.

CXDY and Corvus share an awkward look with each other before turning back to face Brooks.

“If it isn’t the man who killed me,” Brooks growls at Corvus.

CXDY gulps.

“And what’s this?” He asks. “A conspirator?”

Perfection shakes his head furiously, only Brooks is already on the way, leaping into action!

YOUR FORETOLD DESTINY TO CXDY!

He looks at Corvus, who quickly throws a smoke bomb into the ground.

The smoke clears…

And he’s gone.

But… but… so is CXDY.

He took CXDY with him!

Cut.

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MID-CARD

KNOCKOUT MATCH
LEIF HELVIG vs. BANZAN

An old rivalry is renewed tonight as the Mountain fights the Beast. Can Banzan finally do what he couldn't at Ring of Dreams and beat the unbeatable or will Helvig remain indestructible?

The bell sounds as Banzan rushes forward with incredible speed, MAGGA! He lands it out of nowhere as Helvig falls to one knee but Banzan knows that’s nowhere near enough, as he pulls Leif up to his feet, pounding down upon with lefts and rights before dropping him on the back of his head with DUKKHA!

Banzan backs up, waiting for Leif to slowly rise up once more before stampeding forward...HELVIG CATCHES THE RUNNING KNEE! Leif sneers, tossing Banzan aside before delivering a brutal running knee of his own to Banzan’s gut, the Mountain spitting out blood from impact before retailiating with a brutal headbutt.

Helvig staggers back as Banzan rears back with the Tiger Claw, just missing as Helvig sidesteps the move. Leif rattles Banzan’s skull with a vicious hook to the side of the head before hoisting the Mountain up into the air by his neck, VALKYRIE KALLAR!

That Fallaway wasn’t pretty but it was effective as the Mountain slowly gets to his feet, FRIGӦRA! Leif nearly cuts Banzan in half with that brutal Spear but he’s not done. Backing up as the Mountain slowly pulls himself up by the ropes, FRIGӦRA! Banzan looks completely done but Leif isn’t as he mounts the Mountain, drilling him with left and right forearms in the RASERI I SLAKTERIET as Banzan is out cold!

The referee quickly calls for the bell, trying to pull Helvig off the helpless Mountain. Leif just stares daggers at the ref before rolling out of the ring and heading to the back without a second look.

WINNER: LEIF HELVIG

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“HOLLYWOOD HELL”

FEATURING
LUKE STORM

Luke Storm cuts a shameful figure in the backstage area.

Last week, he took part in a fire test of a weapon that should’ve been empty, but instead killed a member of his film crew.

Despite the darkness, this seems to have stirred something within him.

Something different.

Suddenly, his phone rings – he ignores it at first, eventually deciding to answer.

“Mom, not now,” he says gruffly. “It’s not the time.”

Whatever she says on the other end of that call is enough for him to hang up and immediately rush away. As if a man possessed, he heads straight for the exit.

Hours later and he’s pulling into a driveway, rushing out of his vehicle and into a house of which the front door is left ajar.

Luke scans the house as he storms through it like a frantic tornado, finally coming to a stop in the kitchen.

His mom stands by the back door, horrified.

Sat at the kitchen table is none other than Edward Newton, zombified, his long scraggly green hair having remained from when he was last seen as Nygma.

And on his lap? Scarlett Storm.

Luke halts immediately. His eyes instantly dart back and forth between his mother and his daughter.

“Did you miss me, big brother?” Edward says with an angry tone. “You did, didn’t you Scarlett?”

“Uncle Eddy, I’ve missed you so much,” she innocently replies, her arms wrapped around him.

“Let her go,” Storm demands.

Edward’s eyes look up at him, a glint of rage in them.

But he does it. He hands her off.

“I didn’t come here for her,” he announces, standing up. “I came here for you.”

Luke gulps.

“I’ve spent the best part of a year mourning you and thinking about what transpired that night; wondering if I could save you, thinking about how if only I did something differently.”

Newton chuckles to himself.

“You’re a killer,” he growls. “A stone-cold killer.

Edward doesn’t know about last week; he couldn’t. But what he says resonates with Storm, who grows in aggression.

“What do you want?” Luke barks back.

“For you to join me, big brother, The Riddler hisses. "In our very own Hollywood Hell," he continues, before lunging at him.

Cut.

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THE MAIN EVENT

OSW CHAMPIONSHIP
ALBERT SHAW vs. VIPER ROBERTS ©

The Viper alongside Bad Mother Fuckers shocked the world when he became OSW World Champion two weeks ago and now he has the first and possibly last defence here tonight. Can the Viper put down the Guv'nor or will Albert Shaw become a two time OSW Champion?

The lights go down and the Slaughterhouse falls deafly quiet. A fire suddenly ignites at the head of the ramp, spitting burning embers which crackle and pop in the air; breaking the silence.

The first few guitar licks and the opening line ‘Reach Out, Touch Faith’ follow, prompting the arrival of Viper Roberts, who appears from behind the inferno carrying a wooden stave with a snake head carved on top.

But before he can set it on fire, he gets clotheslined from behind by Albert Shaw!

Shaw pounds down on the unsuspecting Roberts, delivering a stiff uppercut before nearly shattering his jaw with a hard Big Boot, sending him down hard on the unforgiving concrete. Shaw grabs the fallen stave, holding it up high for a moment before he leans down, setting it on fire

AND BREAKING IT OVER ROBERTS BACK!

Viper is in incredible pain as he slowly crawls forward, only stopped by a boot to the scorchmarked back. Shaw flips Roberts over, watching him scramble back in fear before rushing forward

SLIDING KNEE TO THE JAW!

Roberts is out of it at ringside as Shaw pulls him up to his feet, lifting him up high

BRAINBUSTER ON THE CONCRETE!

That could well be it already before the damn bell rings as Shaw pulls up the dazed and barely conscious Roberts, throwing him into the ring before sliding in himself

The referee finally calls for the bell as Shaw backs up, almost begging for the Viper to get to his feet as Roberts slowly gets up to one knee

GRIEVOUS BODILY HARM! G B FUCKING H!

You can hear Roberts jaw break from the cheap seats as Shaw drops down for the pinfall and his second OSW World Championship

ONE

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TWO

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THREE…?

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THE REFEREE STOPPED COUNTING!


Shaw, not hearing the third slap looks up as the referee is just shaking his head. Pissed off. Albie grips the ref by the collar, screaming at him to count but the official just points at Roberts face.

And the mask peeling away from the chin.

Shaw’s eyes go wide, dropping down as he pulls the mask off Viper to reveal some random middle aged man...a Snake in Viper’s clothing.

Shaw scowls, looking all around him for the real Viper Roberts when the lights go out once more

Reach Out and Touch Faith

And when they come back on, Viper Roberts is behind Albert Shaw, World Championship in hand

The Guv’nor turns around

CHAMPIONSHIP BELT TO THE SKULL!

Shaw gets busted wide open from that gold to the dome as Roberts tosses the belt to the time keeper at ringside before lifting Shaw up to his feet and delivering a sickening knee to the open wound

Roberts delivers another pair of knees to the wound before twisting his arm behind his back and nearly taking the Guv’nors head off with a brutal short arm clothesline.

Shaw stumbles to his feet, throwing a weak right hand that Roberts easily deflects, leaping up with another knee that rocks Shaw, sending him staggered back into the corner before Roberts rushes forward

CORNER CLOTHESLINE! Shaw gets driven into the turnbuckles, stumbling right out into a kick to the gut

ODE TO SNAKE! DD FUCKING T!

Shaw gets implanted into the mat, a sickening splotch of blood staining the mat where he hit as Roberts rolls him over cockily, dropping down into a lackluster cover

ONE

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TWO

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……….SHAW GETS THE SHOULDER UP!


Roberts scowls, yelling at the referee to properly count before hooking the leg this time

ONE

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TW….SHAW KICKS OUT AGAIN!


Roberts looks furious, fists clenching in rage for a moment before calming himself down as he gets to his feet. Pulling the belt from his waist, he wraps one end around his fist

BEFORE WHIPPING IT UP HIGH TO TAN SHAW’S HIDE

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ALBIE CATCHES THE BELT!


Roberts looks shocked as he tries to pull the belt from Shaw’s hand but Albie holds firm, looking up with pure malice

BEFORE PULLING ROBERTS IN FOR A SKULL RATTLING HEADBUTT!

Roberts stumbles back as Shaw pulls himself up to his feet, delivering a stiff uppercut

LARIATTO! Shaw nearly decapitates Roberts with that brutal clothesline as he picks up the fallen belt

AND BEGINS TO TAN ROBERTS HIDE!

The Viper screams in pain with each blow with the snakeskin belt as Shaw unleashes all his anger out onto the Head Snake before kicking Roberts over, mounting him

AND SHOWING HIM JUST HOW SNITCHES GET STITCHES WITH TEN STIFF ELBOW STRIKES!

Roberts looks out cold but Shaw isn’t done, picking up the belt again, dropping down to his knees as he wraps it around the Vipers throat

KEEPING THE HEAD SNAKE QUIET WITH THE MODIFIED CROSSFACE!

Roberts screams in pain once more, Shaw trying to crush his throat with the crossface as Viper’s hand is shaking up high, he could well tap out here

THE TIME KEEPERS BELL RINGS SUDDENLY!

Shaw lets go of the hold, raising his arms high in celebration as he thinks he’s won the match and the OSW World Champion but the referee just tells Shaw that Roberts never tapped out.

The Guv’nor looks pissed, his eyes turning to the timekeeper position which is now vacant as someone whistles from the entrance way. The Timekeeper waves at Shaw, showing off his snake tattoo before vanishing backstage.

LOW BLOW!

Roberts drops Shaw with that vicious punch to the bollocks, once again using the snakes to put Albie off his game.

Shaw drops to his knees as Roberts tries for that Ode to Snake once more but Shaw manages to slip out,

KNEELING GERMAN SUPLEX!

Shaw just throws Roberts over his head damn near into the turnbuckles as the hurting Albie Shaw gets to his feet, wiping the blood from his eyes before throwing Roberts into the ropes and tossing him up into the air on the rebound.

POP UP POWERBOMB! Shaw just nearly Powerbombed Roberts straight to hell itself but the Guv’nor’s just about done here as he backs up, looking for the killing blow

Viper Roberts slowly rises to his feet as Albert Shaw rushes forward like a freight train

GRIEVOUS

BODILY

……..

SNAKE OIL!


Shaw takes the mysterious substance to the face, blinding him as he doesn’t notice Roberts side stepping the knee and how he crashes into the turnbuckles.

Shaw staggers out, wincing from pain and not being able to see as Roberts quickly wraps around him

FOR THE SNAKE BITE!

Roberts drops down for the pinfall, massive smile on his face as he covers the unconscious Albie Shaw

ONE

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TWO

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THREE…?

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THREE!!


Viper Roberts stole this victory from Albie Shaw here, having to use his snakes and every underhand tactic in the book but at the end of the day, he’s still the OSW World Champion

WINNER AND STILL OSW CHAMPION:
VIPER ROBERTS

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“TOO MANY COOKS”

FEATURING
VIPER ROBERTS, ALBERT SHAW, SIMON & THE SANDMAN

What a match…

What a fucking match!

Viper Roberts and Albert Shaw just tore the roof off the Slaughterhouse! They took each other to the limit for the OSW World Championship!

The two competitors are trying to recover from that grueling match at the moment, as the official brings the belt into the ring. Before the Championship can be handed over, a new figure has entered the ring.

Simon.

“I’ll take that.” The Taskmaster says, grasping the gold with a tight lipped grin.

Shaw and Roberts have noticed the third man in the ring, both shaking their heads as they rise.

WHAM! BELT SHOT TO ALBERT SHAW!

Roberts holds up his hands, trying to remind Simon of their previous alliance.

SHOT TO ROBERTS!

Simon surveys his handiwork, but both of his foes are trying to rise to their feet.

Even after that match, they aren’t done that easily.

Simon shakes his head, charging at Shaw.

CATALAN OPENING! THE KNEE TREMBLER SENDS ALBERT SHAW DOWN FOR GOOD!

Roberts is barely up on all fours, but Simon sees his opportunity.

THE FINAL WORD! KIWF! SIMON DESTROYED VIPER ROBERTS WITH THAT CURB STOMP!

The Taskmaster holds up the Championship, taking in the crowd. He’s out opportuned the Head Snake and the Guv’nor. Simon is here to show that he belongs in the ring with these two, and by God, he’s done it.

The Grandmaster, feeling more than a little cocky, drapes the World Championship over the Champion, patting it to remind the Champ that Simon is next up.

Darkness.

Oh fuck.

THE SANDMAN IS HERE!

The man Viper Roberts invaded on just weeks ago is in the house.

SAND TO THE FACE! SIMON IS BLINDED!

CHOKESLAM!

TO SAND LEVELS SIMON!


The Sandman stalks around the ring, coming to stand above the OSW World Champion. His eyes never leave the gold.

Roberts and Shaw laid it all on the line in the ring. Simon thought he outsmarted them, but the real nightmare begins tonight.

Sandman is going to take back what’s his.

And heaven help whoever is in his way.

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“I REMEMBER”

FEATURING
SIGIL, VOYNICH & MALICE

Sometime Later.

Furious knocking.

The sound of someone knocking furiously on a door is only halted when the door abruptly swings open. It’s Sigil, and he’s desperate to get the attention of the person inside – only that person hates him more than anyone else.

It’s Voynich.

“What the hell do you want?” He growls angrily – tired, as if he’s been awoken.

The Collector barges past him, into his apartment uninvited. Voynich closes the door, looking rather perplexed.

“I need your help,” he says breathlessly. “I’m being hunted by Malice. The dead have returned. I’ve tried telling you and everyone else that we’re being tormented, but no-one is listening.”

Voynich folds his arms.

“Why would anyone listen to you?” He gruffly retorts. “You’re a murderer.”

BOOM!

Just then, the door is kicked violently off its hinges, almost disintegrating into wood that splinters and flies across the room in every direction.

It’s Malice; he’s hunted Sigil here.

The Best Kept Secret stands to one side in shock.

Help me!” Sigil pleads.

Help you?” Voynich scoffs. “I’m with him. You murdered him in front of me; you killed him and his wife. I didn’t sign up for that and you knew it. You used me, Sigil. ”

Suddenly, Malice’s head snaps towards Voynich.

“You?” He growls angrily, reaching out to grab him by the throat. “You’re not with me, you fucking coward. I remember the part you played.”

Voynich chops down on the arms repeatedly, somehow managing to push Malice backwards. He stumbles towards Sigil, who looks at him, then back at The War Machine.

“Changed your mind yet?” Sigil asks, opening a blue portal.

The Best Kept Secret nods, rushing through it with him.

Malice tries to give chase, only the portal closes and leaves him alone in Voynich’ apartment, seething with vengeful rage.

It looks like Sigil and Voynich may need to form an uneasy alliance if they wish to survive.

Cut.
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