WARZONE #378
10 Year Anniversary
This week on Warzone, Old School Wrestling celebrates a whopping ten years of providing you with wrestling entertainment. That's ten consecutive years of consistency.
Grave Betrayal
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Two weeks ago, continued.
Igor Mortis clawed at the iron grip around his throat, his feet dangling above the cold morgue floor. Tombstone’s crimson eyes burned with fury as he lifted his former mentor higher.
"You took everything from me!" Tombstone growled, his voice like grinding stone.
A flutter of shadows filled the room, and Gravedigger appeared, his waist hanging jumper billowing as he stepped forward. His deep-set eyes darted from Mortis to the behemoth before him.
"Tombstone," Gravedigger pleaded, "this isn't the way."
Tombstone hesitated. The years of loyalty, of love twisted by betrayal, still clung to his soul like grave dirt.
"You loved him once," Gravedigger continued, stepping closer. "Like a father."
Tombstone's grip loosened ever so slightly. For the first time in years, a flicker of doubt crossed his monstrous face—until Gravedigger whispered, "Ezra."
The name struck like a dagger. A name buried, left to rot in a shallow grave along with the man he once was. The memories flooded back—pain, deception, the cold steel of a shovel cracking his skull.
With a roar, he hurled Mortis aside. The old man slammed into the morgue drawers, the metal crunching under the force.
Gravedigger barely had time to react before Tombstone was upon him, fists swinging with seismic force. They clashed, the room quaking with each blow. Tombstone fought with unrelenting fury, but Gravedigger was faster, more precise, his emotions kept under control.
A feint. A twist. A well-placed strike.
Tombstone crashed to his knees.
Gravedigger loomed over him, breath heavy, a shimmer of dark energy forming in his palm. In an instant, the shimmer solidified into a shovel, its rusted blade gleaming under the morgue’s sickly light.
"You may be immortal, Ezra," he murmured, lifting the weapon high, "but dying always hurts."
Tombstone's eyes flickered with something unreadable. Then—another flutter. A rush of wind. The room was empty.
Gravedigger’s chest heaved. The shovel clattered to the ground.
A cough broke the silence. He turned to find Mortis, slumped against the ruined morgue drawers. Blood seeped from his lips.
"I can't feel my legs," Mortis rasped.
Gravedigger clenched his fists, watching the spot where Tombstone had vanished.
"This isn’t over," he whispered.
Cut.
Fractured Alliances
Anton Savor’s head lolled forward, his breath shallow, his body weak from a week without food or water. The heavy chains rattled as he shifted, the cold metal biting into his raw wrists. His once-pristine attire was now tattered, clinging to his gaunt frame. Across from him, his captor, Wolf Fang Ayame, watched with unreadable eyes.
“You should’ve chosen your friends more carefully, Savor,” she murmured, crouching beside him. “In this life, they can just as easily become your enemies.”
Anton’s cracked lips parted, but no words came out. Ayame tilted her head, considering him.
“Eclipse brought you here,” she continued. “Betrayed you at the first opportunity. Just like she betrayed me at Red Snow when I tried to save her.” Her voice turned bitter. “Maybe now you see the truth.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: These alliances are fragile at the best of times. Ayame can't trust anyone, neither can Savor.
MATT RUBY: Eclipse is a standup member of society. She can be trusted, Bronco.
Before Anton could respond, a dull thud echoed through the chamber. Ayame stiffened, eyes widening in shock. Then, with a strangled gasp, she crumpled forward. Blood pooled beneath her as a jagged rock rolled from her limp fingers.
A shadow moved.
Eclipse stepped into view, brushing loose strands of hair from her face. "Took you long enough to pass out," she muttered, crouching to untie Anton’s bindings.
He groaned as circulation returned to his limbs, but when Eclipse pulled him to his feet, his dazed expression hardened.
"Where the hell have you been?" he hissed. "A week in chains, Eclipse. A week starving. You had plenty of time."
Eclipse scoffed. "Oh, quit your bitching," she snapped. "I’m here, aren’t I?"
Anton glared but said nothing. His faith in their partnership wavered. Eclipse wasn’t the type to leave loose ends—so when she turned toward Ayame’s unconscious body, he knew exactly what she intended.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Don't you dare!!
She raised her foot, ready to stomp out a final breath—
"I wouldn’t do that if I were you."
A distorted voice echoed from above.
They both froze.
The walls whirred to life with the sound of shifting metal. Nero’s voice crackled through unseen speakers.
“I’ve got semi-automated turrets trained on both of you,” he informed them, his tone casual. “So, unless you want to see what my little upgrades can do, I’d suggest you leave.”
Eclipse exhaled sharply. “Tch. Annoying. But let me ask you, hack-boy, what're you gonna do when only one of us can win Invasion? How is your friendship with this bitch gonna help you then?”
Reluctantly, she pulled Anton toward the exit. He cast a lingering glance at Ayame’s bloodied form, then at Eclipse.
Their partnership had never been perfect, but now, ahead of Invasion, it was in jeopardy.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Invasion is gonna be something crazy this year folks. Can any of these people trust each other?
MATT RUBY: I wouldn't trust Nero. He's sus, don't you think?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: No more than anyone else, that's for sure.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: From winning to defending, Captain Arcadia must defend his new title against the ton of funk we call Mighty Mighty!
The bell rings and Mighty immediately rushes into Arcadia with a leaping crossbody! Mighty rolls through before peeling Arcadia up and Biel tossing him right into the turnbuckle!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: CANNONBALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! CORNER SPLASH TO ARCADIA!
MATT RUBY: Flattened him like a pancake!
The Chunk of Funk forces Arcadia back to his feet, nailing him with a slew of nasty chops to the chest! He pushes Arcadia into the ropes and whips him across the ring!
MATT RUBY: HIGH AND MIGHTY! BACKDROP!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: NO! ARCADIA LANDS ON HIS FEET! LAST LINE! RIPCORD LARIAT!
Mighty hits the ground and Arcadia keeps hold of his arm! Cap forces Mighty back to his feet and runs up the ropes before hitting a diving arm drag to Mighty Mighty! The Ton of Fun slowly gets to his feet as Arcadia leaps!
CROSSBODY- NO! MIGHTY CATCHES HIM! MASSIVE POWERSLAM PLANTS THE CAPTAIN!
Arcadia is left in a heap and Mighty deadlifts him off of the mat onto his shoulders for a massive Samoan drop! Mighty ragdolls the champ before finally dragging him to his feet and whipping him across the ring!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: PUNCH OF THE BROTHERS! SPINNING SUPERMAN PUNCH!
MATT RUBY: MIGHTY GOES DOWN!
The Hero slowly begins to climb the turnbuckle! He clutches his rips before leaping!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: STAR SPANGLED SPLASH! FROG SPLASH TO MIGHTY!
MATT RUBY: NO! MIGHTY CAROUSELL! HE CATCHES HIM FOR THE ROCK BOTTOM!
Mighty covers!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Captain Arcadia gave his all, but Mighty Mighty was unstoppable! He is your winner and NEW NXT Level Champion!
Frayed
Last week, after Warzone.
The walls of Scott Sterling’s office tremble faintly from the aftermath outside. Jasper Redgrave paces near the desk, fists clenched at his sides, eyes burning with fury. Across from him, Doom stands perfectly still, surrounded by the low hum of his drones outside the room.
“What the fuck was that?” Redgrave snarls, shoving a hand through his damp hair. “You almost killed me out there. You’re a madman.”
Doom tilts his head slightly, the glow of his mask’s eyes unwavering. “A mad scientist.”
Redgrave scoffs. “That supposed to be funny?”
“If I wanted to hit you,” Doom replies, “I wouldn’t have missed.”
Before Redgrave can fire back, the door swings open. Scott Sterling steps in, his suit slightly disheveled, eyes sharp with frustration. He shuts the door behind him, sighing as he takes them both in.
“That was too much, Doom.”
Redgrave lets out a sharp, mocking chuckle. “Oh, you think?”
Sterling ignores him, focusing on Doom. “You made such a mess out there that Foley got away anyway. If you want to torture him or kidnap him, that’s your business. But I won’t have you launching drone strikes on Olympus. Do it someplace else.”
Doom doesn’t flinch. “You can’t touch me.”
Sterling smirks. “Maybe not. But Zeus doesn’t want his World Champion dying in a drone attack.”
Doom stiffens slightly. Redgrave crosses his arms, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“And I doubt he wants you two at each other’s throats either,” Sterling continues. “So next week? Steel Cell match. You can take your frustrations out on each other there instead.”
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Authority spoke true. Later tonight, we’ll see Jasper Redgrave take on Doom in a steel cell match.
MATT RUBY: How do you contain those guys?
Choosing Sides, II
Olympus.
Security has been increased since last week. The doors are visibly reinforced, the patrol of Preservationists has doubled, and as the scene winds through the halls and through a pair of double doors we come upon a conference table. Drewitt and Grimskull on one end, Nox and Narcissa on the other.
"So, you can really do it?" Drewitt asks, sliding the envelope forwards. Narcissa looks to Nox who simply chuckles.
"What if I told you it's already been done?"
The Pilgrim's eyes go wide at the information, "Then take me to-"
"Not so fast," Narcissa interrupts. "You will only be allowed access once you've made the right choice."
"The choice to join the Preservationists?" Grimskull ask with a sigh, the likes of which is merely met with a nod from Hera.
"Exactly."
"I want proof," Drewitt demands. "Why should I take your word?"
"You take her word because you have no other choice, Drewitt." Nox stares War down, a smirk in his eyes. "You know what we're capable of, and I think you would be smart to remember what we do to those who disobey. Do as you are told and you shall be rewarded in turn."
Grimskull reaches out, patting Drewitt's shoulder sympathetically. "We'll do it. What do you want from us?"
"A match," Narcissa says. "You and us against your former friends and their cohorts. Crush them and prove your worth."
There's a pause for a moment before Drewitt nods his head. "Fine. Give the order and we will follow."
Narcissa chuckles again. "Good. It's time for Conquest, it's time for War."
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: There’s definitely plenty of bad blood in the ring tonight as Gravedigger teams with Narcissa Balenciaga to take on The Night and Harold Attano.
MATT RUBY: Narcissa doesn’t have an army of Preservationists to hide behind, but she does have Gravedigger.
Narcissa slips to the apron, leaving Gravedigger to square off against Attano to start the match.
KNEECAP!
THE SHOTGUN DROPKICK RIGHT OUT OF THE GATES TAKES DIGGER DOWN TO ONE KNEE!
HIDDEN BLADE ELBOW… DIDN’T SEE IT COMING!
WAIT, YES HE DID!
GRAVEDIGGER DODGES!
BULLHAMMER TAKES OUT ATTANO!
SHOVEL READY!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Gravedigger nearly turned Attano inside out with that one.
MATT RUBY: And he’s tagging in Narcissa. They’re looking to take advantage of a little numbers game.
Gravedigger pulls Attano groggily to his feet, holding him in a Full Nelson, while Narcissa slips in.
BICYCLE KICK!
UPRISING RIGHT TO AN UNPROTECTED HAROLD ATTANO!
Gravedigger lets Attano fall, but he bounces into the ropes, and The Night manages to sneak in a tag. Cole Holt ushers Digger to the outside, while The Night leaps to the turnbuckle.
DIVING SHOULDER TACKLE!
NIGHT CAP FROM THE TOP!
Narcissa catches it all, and the Night springs back up to his feet. He is quick to pounce on her, locking in his Crossface.
YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, LOCKED IN!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Narcissa is in a world of hurt, but she’s clawing her way to the ropes.
MATT RUBY: Man, I’d love to put her in one of my favourite holds.
Narcissa finds the ropes to break the hold and the Night is forced away by Holt. The momentary break is enough to give Balenciaga the opening she needs. As The Night approaches again, she gouges the eyes.
EYE GOUGE!
SHE DROPS THE NIGHT WITH AN STO!
BLINDED BY LOVE!
NARCISSA COVERS FOR THE PIN!
ONE!
NO!
ATTANO BREAKS IT UP, ONLY TO BE CLOTHESLINED OUT OF THE RING BY GRAVEDIGGER!
BOTH MEN GO TUMBLING DOWN!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Both Narcissa and The Night are scrambling back to their feet.
MATT RUBY: All alone in there, this is going to end badly for one of them.
BOOM!
REVOLUTION!
THE RIPCORD SPINNING HEEL KICK TAKES OUT THE NIGHT!
NARCISSA COVERS FOR THE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Narcissa gets the win for the Preservationists!
Klaus Way: Homestead
Many Years Ago
The home of Milo Way is extravagant to say the least. They’re wildly rich, and their lavish lifestyle is extenuated by expensive paintings that adorn the walls of their domicile. Milo, Ada and Klaus sit around a table, eating supper – a banquet to most.
“Klaus,” Milo breaks silence to state, matter of factly. Ada looks at him, warning him to be soft with her eyes. “How’re you expected to take over the family business when you’re never there.”
The young Klaus Way looks up, his eyes wretched with evil. “I’m there, I’m just not where you want me to be, pop.”
Ada interrupts steadfastly, before her husband can become frustrated. “You’re too busy playing with those freaks of nature. People don’t pay to see them, Klaus. That’s why they work for us, schlepping our gear from place to place.”
Klaus doesn’t seem amused, impressed or otherwise concerned by what his mother says.
“If you ever wish to take over the family business, you need to be by my side as I teach the next generation of performers how to perform,” Milo reminds him with a wagging finger.
“I don’t want the family business,” Klaus admits, surprising both his mother and father. “I want to run a Circus. You look at those freaks as if they’re useless, but their abnormalities and inadequacies make them entertaining. People will pay to see the freaks in my circus.”
“A practice long outlawed and with good reason!!” Milo roars angrily. “We’ve given those people jobs, boy! Their abnormalities are not to be laughed at or mocked. They’re people, despite what you think.”
“Commodities,” Klaus interrupts, standing up. “They’re commodities. You might be satisfied teaching the next generation of performers, but I want more.”
The boy storms off from the table, leaving his mother and father behind in disgust.
Cut.
The Monster in the Light
Previously Recorded
The Sunshine Club is empty. No music. No laughter. Just the neon glow flickering against the walls, painting the silence in false warmth. Mister Sunshine sits alone at the bar, drink in hand. His fingers tap against the counter. Tap. Tap. Tap. The only sound in the room.
Then the doors creak open.
The sound cuts through the stillness. Captain Arcadia steps inside. His trench coat is soaked, his hands stained with something darker than rain. He moves slowly. Mister Sunshine doesn’t turn. He doesn’t need to.
“You look terrible, Cap.”
Arcadia stops a few feet away. His breath shudders. His voice barely comes out.
“They’re dead.”
Mister Sunshine’s fingers pause against the counter.
“Who?”
Arcadia steps forward. The dim light catches the dark crimson on his sleeves. His voice wavers, but the words cut like a knife.
“Ollie. The kids. Stray bullets.”
Sunshine stares at his drink. The golden liquid doesn’t shimmer anymore. Tap. Tap. Tap. Then still. Then a laugh. A dry, hollow chuckle escapes him. It isn’t funny. It isn’t anything.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That ain’t laughter. That’s a man fallin’ apart.
MATT RUBY: What else is left?
Mister Sunshine finally looks at Arcadia. For the first time, his smile disappears. Arcadia steps closer. He reaches into his pocket pulling out Ollie’s bloodied bowtie. He places it on the bar in front of Sunshine.
“At least they’ll never find out what a liar you are.”
Mister Sunshine doesn’t move. His fingers hover over the bowtie, trembling.
“Today, we truce. But this isn’t over. You will tell me who the Zookeeper is.”
Arcadia turns and walks away, leaving Sunshine alone. He still hasn’t touched the bowtie. Mister Sunshine has nothing to say.
Fade to black.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Trios action folks. We’re getting an Invasion preview tonight as Hatchet, Graves and Nero take on Way, Eclipse and Destructo.
MATT RUBY: This is not like the gangbangs I usually watch, but it’s going to be just as messy!
Graves looks like he’s going to be first into the ring, squaring off against Destructo, but Hatchet slaps him across the back and tags himself in. He comes in swinging, catching Destructo with a wild Haymaker that wobbles him.
PONY DOWN!
THE SIDE SLAM BACKBREAKER!
While Destructo writhes in pain, Hatchet makes a beeline for Klaus Way, knocking him off the apron with a shot right to the face.
ECLIPSE ANSWERS WITH A KISS OF DEATH!
BLACK MIST FROM THE RING APRON!
Hatchet is blinded, staggering around drunkenly.
NO JUSTICE FROM DESTRUCTO!
THE OMEGA DRIVER!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Destructo covers for the pin, but Gracves and Nero are both there to pull him away.
MATT RUBY: Graves looks particularly pissed off at Hatchet.
Nero lays into Destructo, pummeling him with body shots. Graves pulls Hatchet to his feet and Irish Whips his own partner into their corner.
HOLY WRATH IN THE CORNER FROM GRAVES TO HATCHET!
He punctuates the move by slipping to the ring apron and tagging himself in… just as Eclipse does the same across the ring.
THEY CHARGE AT EACH OTHER!
ECLIPSE TAKES TO THE AIR!
LUNAR LANDING!
RUNNING METEORA TAKES DOWN GRAVES!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Eclipse takes down the big man impressively there.
MATT RUBY: That’s not the most impressive part about her. It’s her ti-
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That’s enough Ruby.
Eclipse dashes off across the ring, climbing the turnbuckle.
LIGHTS OUT! TWISTED BLISS!
NO!
SHE IS PUSHED OFF THE TURNBUCKLE BY NERO!
Eclipse lands hard, and Graves staggers to his feet, tagging in Nero.
Nero enters the fray as Eclipse is getting to her feet.
THE RED REBOOT!
THE GUILLOTINE CHOKE! AND HE PLANTS HER WITH A DDT!
He goes for the pin, but Klaus Way pulls him out of the ring by the ankle!
BIZARRO! RIGHT ON THE FLOOR OUTSIDE THE RING!
Way rolls Nero back in the ring, and Eclipse covers for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
GRAVES BREAKS IT UP!
He pulls Nero to his feet, then calls for the tag to his weary ally.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Graves gets the tag. Eclipse tags in Klaus Way!
MATT RUBY: Here we go!
Graves grabs Way by the throat…
FINAL JUDGEMENT! THE MASSIVE CHOKESLAM!
He moves for the pin!
BUT HATCHET HITS HIM WITH A LOW BLOW!
JUGGA LOW!
BOOM!
WIG SPLIT TO GRAVES!
And graves falls on top of Klaus Way’s body!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Well, Reverend Graves wins the match for his team, but I think we’re just getting started on the war.
Invade! Invade! Invade!
Hatchet is standing tall amongst the chaos, a shiteating grin on his face.
Klaus Way is stirring slowly. Ezekiel Graves rises to his feet with righteous damnation in his eyes.
“I should have known better than to trust heathens like you to have my back for one night.”
He eyeballs Hatchet, whose smirk only widens.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Hatchet delights in the chaos. This is going to go down right now.
MATT RUBY: We’re not waiting for Invasion.
Graves looks ready to explode, when a voice from across the ring catches his attention.
“Oh, shut up, asshole.” It’s Destructo and he’s marching straight for Graves. “I don’t see any of your little brainwashed asshats here protecting you now. Let’s see how well your god can protect you.”
He doesn’t wait for a reply, landing a right fist directly in Ezekiel Graves’s face. Graves staggers back into the turnbuckle, where Klaus Way is waiting for him.
“Speaking of burning things down…”
BOOM!
KLAUS WAY SMACKS GRAVES UPSIDE THE HEAD!
AND ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE!
Destructo, Hatchet, Klaus Way and Ezekiel Graves each lock horns, bashing away at whatever moves. From outside the ring, Nero watches on intently. But in the chaos, Eclipse manages to slip out, sneaking up behind Nero.
BAM!
SHE CLOBBERS HIM ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD, SENDING NERO INTO THE SIDE OF THE RING!
NERO SLIDES IN TO AVOID THE ASSAULT…
AND INSTANTLY GETS SWEPT UP INTO THE BRAWL!
HATCHET HITS HIM WITH A SHOT THAT SENDS HIM REELING INTO THE ROPES!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Nothing is safe. Nobody is safe. Get somebody out here to break this up, before they kill each other.
MATT RUBY: Isn’t it beautiful. They don’t care who they hit, they just wanna hurt somebody.
Eclipse slips in, looking to continue her assault on Nero,
BUT SHE IS CLOCKED BY A CACKLING HATCHET, WHO IS LOVING EVERY SECOND OF THIS!
Graves is pummelled by both Destructo and Klaus Way, beating him to the ground.
Hatchet wails on Eclipse, swinging away with wild haymakers.
Nero moves to attack Eclipse but gets smacked by Hatchet again. He falls backwards into Destructo, who turns around and starts laying into him too.
It’s chaos, pure and simple.
But as it unfolds, we find our attention drawn to another figure.
Standing on the entrance ramp, watching the war before his eyes.
Ares stands, hands folded. Stoic and silent.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Ares is here, watching the product of his golden tickets.
MATT RUBY: He’s got to feel proud of himself. Look at what he created, you can’t deny… Arcadia is loving it.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I don’t want to ever presume what a man like Ares is thinking. All I know is that he’s watching this with a very vested interest.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Up next we have the Double Feature Championship match cooking up, as Chef Anton Savor defends against the Explorer Drewitt!
MATT RUBY: Man, I’m not sure who to bet on here the Chef’s been on a roll as of late and it’s hard to compete against the sheer size and strength of Drewitt.
Referee Cole Holt is on the call for tonight’s Championship Match as the bell sounds and...
*CRACK!*
Drewitt chops Savor across the pecs staggering the chef against the ropes!
WAR CRY! DISCUS CLOTHESLINE – DUCKED! CREME BRULEE – LEAPING SUPERKICK CATCHES DREWITT UNDER THE CHIN AND HAS NO FUCKING EFFECT!
Savor lunges at Drewitt!
SIGHTSEER! DREWITT CATCHES THE CHEF IN MID-FUCKING-AIR AND DRIVES HIM DOWN WITH THE ALABAMA SLAM! INTO THE COVER COLT MAKES THE COUNT!
O-N-E!
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T-W-O!
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KICK-OUT!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Holt is on the take again! That was a slow count!
MATT RUBY: Nah, Cole is one of the most honest men I know but give me a second while a call my bookie.
Drewitt gets up and starts shouting down at Cole Holt backing him into a corner.
SCHOOL BOY! ANTON SAVOR ROLLS UP DREWITT, HOLT DROPS TO MAKE THE COUNT!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Well, Zeus Damn it! Drewitt got screwed over tonight!
MATT RUBY: I’m taking this to the bank along with watching Savor take his Championship with him back to the restaurant!
Good News, Bad News
Mighty Mighty walks through the backstage halls with a forlorn face. He moves slowly, almost as if he's dragging himself toward the exit of Olympus.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The poor man looks exhausted after his match. Doesn't help that he's been forced to assist Klaus with rebuilding the Circus after that all out war last week.
MATT RUBY: The ringmaster is just making sure his newest act earns his keep, BB! Can't have him freeloading off his kindness forever, especially when repairs need to be made!
As he nears the door to the stairs, another pair of footsteps hurriedly move towards the Chunk of Funk's direction. Mighty turns to face them, spotting Red with the contract and a smile on his face.
"I have good news and bad news," Red says, lifting up the contract to Mighty's eye level. "I found a loophole in this agreement that'll get you out of the Circus." This puts a smile on the Chunk of Funk's face as well.
"What's the not so good news?" The big man asks. Red's smile drops immediately after being questioned.
"Well, I can't get my attorney to serve the papers to Klaus," the Concierge admits. "They've tried, but he's been avoiding them like the plague." Mighty lets his smile fall upon hearing the other half of the news, placing his hands on his hips and letting out a heavy sigh.
"Don't look so depressed, man." Red says, patting his client on the shoulder. "I already thought of a plan in case that happened. I had Scott Sterling book a match between us at Invasion. You just have to bring him to your match so my lawyer can serve him there. Sounds good, right?"
"You're a freaking lifesaver, man!" Mighty exclaims, taking Red's hand and shaking it vigorously. Red forces a grin as he quickly pulls his hand free from the larger fellow's grip.
"After our match," the Man in the Hat says, "I'll make sure that you won't set foot in the Circus ever again." He then walks off with the contract in hand, leaving the big man to head out of Olympus with a renewed spring in his step.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I know it's too early to be whistling Dixie, but I'm sure glad that Red found a way to get Mighty out of his contract.
MATT RUBY: Of course you'd celebrate someone terminating a perfect deal.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Last week, Doom almost took out Redgrave in the crossfire of his assault on Felix Foley.
MATT RUBY: And tonight, they settle it inside this steel cell!
The steel cell looms over Jasper and Doom, cold and unyielding.
The moment the bell rings, they rush to the center of the ring, trading brutal shots without hesitation.
RIGHT FROM REDGRAVE!
LEFT FROM DOOM!
LEFT FROM DOOM!
RIGHT FROM REDGRAVE!
LEFT!
RIGHT!
LEFT!
No feeling out, no wasted motion—just fists, forearms, and fury.
Doom grabs Jasper into a double handed choke.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Hands of Doom are being laid on Jasper Redgrave!
Jasper claws at Doom’s fingers, but Doom lifts him and slams him back-first into the steel cell. Redgrave crumples, gasping for air as Doom grabs him by the collar and ragdolls him face-first into the cage wall.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Doom isn’t here to wrestle—he’s here to destroy.
MATT RUBY: Felix Foley has done this to poor Doom.
Redgrave peels himself off the steel, a small bit of blood trickling from his forehead.
Doom charges…
SPLITTER—NO!
REDGRAVE SIDESTEPS AND DOOM FLIES INTO THE CAGE!
SUPERKICK FROM REDGRAVE! DOOM FALLS BACK INTO THE CAGE!
Doom staggers.
SPINNING BACK ELBOW—NO!
DOOM MANAGED TO DUCK THE COLLAGE OF VIOLENCE!
HEADBUTT TO REDGRAVE WITH THE METAL MASK OF DOOM!
Doom hoists Redgrave onto his shoulders—DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
NO! THE CHAMP SLIPS OUT!
THE BRUSH STROKE OUT OF NOWHERE!
ONE…
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TWO…
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THREE!!
MATT RUBY: The World Champ just walked through hell and left Doom in the wreckage!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That’s a hell of a way to settle issues between allies.
Switcharoo
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Somehow, someway, that cell contained the fury of Doom and Jasper Redgrave. What a brutal match!
MATT RUBY: I’m in awe.
The steel cell begins to rise as Jasper Redgrave and Doom remain inside, battered and breathing hard.
There’s no handshake, no show of respect, just two warriors staring at one another for a beat.
Then—a roar from the crowd.
Felix Foley sprints down the ramp like a man possessed, sliding under the ropes and launching himself at Doom.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Get him, Felix!
Fists fly, raw, unfiltered rage driving Felix as he pounds into the metal-clad scientist.
Before he can do serious damage, Redgrave yanks him back and cracks him across the jaw. Felix stumbles, and in an instant, both Redgrave and Doom begin a merciless beatdown.
The crowd erupts again. "For the Glory" by All Good Things hits the speakers.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Jackson Cade is here!
MATT RUBY: He’s going to do it, he’s going to attack Redgrave! Idiot!
Jackson Cade slides into the ring, Redgrave locking eyes with him immediately.
The tension crackles—
HOSTILE DOWN… TO DOOM!
Doom’s head snaps back as he crashes to the mat. Felix capitalizes, rolling to his feet and grabbing Redgrave.
CUT THE STRINGS!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: They found a loophole, hit em with the switcharoo!
MATT RUBY: Ridiculous!
The dust settles for just a moment—Cade and Foley standing tall, their enemies down. They glance at each other. A shared smirk. A flicker of understanding.
Felix grabs a mic, his breathing heavy.
“At Invasion—I’m rescuing my Momma. And Doom, you think love is your weakness, well I’ll beat it out of you.”
Cade extends a hand.
Felix takes it.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The alliance between Felix Foley and the leader of the Seekers has grown stronger, but they’ll be opponents later tonight!
MATT RUBY: Felix will get to find out how much a snake Cade is firsthand.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We have a big time matchup here tonight as Gemini faces off against Tombstone. We've seen this matchup before but both competitors were a lot different the last time they fought.
MATT RUBY: The Rogue used to be a Black Widow and Tombstone used to be a threat but like we saw last time he was in the ring, the former Ferryman's lost a step now he's not super powered. Easy pickings for my girl Gems to take a beautiful picture of defeat.
The bell sounds as Tombstone rushes at Gemini, nearly turning her inside out with a brutal Lariat. He barely lets her hit the ground before lifting her up around the throat and throwing her across the ring. Tombstone tries for another Lariat, Gemini managing to duck underneath before leaping off the ropes on the rebound towards Tombstone.
LEAPING ROUNDHOUSE TO THE JAW!
Tombstone isn't downed but he's out on his feet as Gemini leaps off the ropes once more, Tombstone managing to catch her mid-leap as he spins her around
YOU CAN'T RUN FROM...THE CURE! GEMINI SPINS OUT OF THE SPINNING SLAM ATTEMPT, NAILING TOMBSTONE WITH A SPIKE DDT!
Gemini rolls through, leaping up to the top as Tombstone stumbles to his feet, STANDING MOONSAULT! The Rogue wipes out the Already Dead, staying down for the cover as Cole Holt starts to count
ONE...
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TWO.... TOMBSTONE EASILY KICKS OUT!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Gemini using her speed to run circles around the bigger man but one power move from Tombstone could end it here.
Gemini rushes to the ropes, springboarding off for another Cure but Tombstone manages to catch her this time, holding her on his shoulder as he rushes forward
SNAKE EYES! Tombstone bounces Gemini's skull off the turnbuckles, the Rogue staggering out right into a mammoth Big Boot that nearly knocks her out cold. The Already Dead runs a thumb across his throat, calling for the end as he lifts his hand in the air, stalking Gemini who slowly stumbles to her feet right into a
GOOZLE.
FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS!
FALLING CHOKESLAM NEARLY PLANTS GEMINI THROUGH THE MAT!
Tombstone places a single hand on her chest, Cole Holt sliding in to count the
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!!
MATT RUBY: BOOOO! Cole Holt again screwing over the hotties here in Olympus in his crooked ways, how much do you think Tombstone paid him off? I can't wait for the Valkyrie to beat his ass once and for all someday soon.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You know as well as I do that Tombstone doesn't need help to beat anyone and Gravedigger should be very wary of the monster he's unleashed.
Retaliation
The match between Tombstone and Gemini has come to an end, Tombstone has left ringside, and we're left with Gemini in the center of the ring.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: BY GOD! A GAS CANNISTER HAS BEEN THROWN INTO THE RING!
MATT RUBY: RUN GEMINI! MOVE THOSE THICK THIGHS!
Noxious fumes pour from the cannister as Gemini tries to escape! Nox slides into the ring and takes her down with a massive clothesline!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: WAIT! ATTANO, NIGHT, MUERTE! THE SEEKERS ARE RUSHING RINGSIDE!
MATT RUBY: Are you cheering for these traitors!?
The Seekers slide into the ring as smoke pours towards ringside! The sound of fighting can be heard, soon snuffed out by the sounds of weezing and coughing. The gas begins to slowly dissipate revealing all four members of the Seekers down in the ring!
And four individuals standing tall.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That's Narcissa, Drewitt, and Grimskull too! They're wearing gas masks!
MATT RUBY: Now that's what I call warfare! These nitwits can turn out the lights, but Nox can stop your lungs!
Narcissa removes her mask, throwing it to the side as she crouches down, looming over Harold Attano. She produces a microphone, bringing it to her lips with a smile on her face.
"You see this? This is what we call Retaliation. And next week, we're going to make you an example."
Hera drops the mic onto Attano's chest, rolling out of the ring with her crew in tow, leaving only Grimskull behind, his match to soon follow.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We have a huge main event here folks. Over two years ago Olympus was born here in Arcadia. There were qualifiying matches for the very first OSW Championship and the first four to qualify for that Mount Olympus match that are still alive compete here tonight to show who is the very best and brightest of our Original Olympians. Two former World Champions in El Mariachi Muerte and Jackson Cade and two incredible competitors in Grimskull and Felix Foley all wrapped up in a mammoth main event for our anniversary show Ruby.
MATT RUBY: You say four but I think one of them may well be out. You saw what that gas of Nox does to people and Muerte took a face full of it earlier on. You think he's going to be in any condition to fight here tonight?
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I've seen that man get broken nearly in half and still come back to win, as long as there's breath in his body, we'll see him in this match tonight.
Indeed as the bell rings, we only see three competitors inside the squared circle. Grimskull seated in his corner staring down both the former Sheriff and the Puppeteer. Felix is scanning the arena, still on edge after DOOM's attack last week, completely on edge as he nearly lands a huge punch to the face of Cade who tries to get his attention.
Jackson backs up, hands up in peace before he signals for a lockup to Felix. Foley looks wary but eventually joins in, both men jockeying for position for a moment before the bigger Foley manages to muscle Jackson into the ropes. He throws him off, but takes a tackle on the rebound. Jackson bounces off the ropes, coming off the other side as Foley gets to his feet
BACK BODY DROP!
Foley sends Jackson high into the air, before backing up as Jackson staggers to his feet. Foley goes for a clothesline that Jackson manages to duck underneath before grabbing Felix as he turns.
Hip Toss
A Second Hip Toss
High Dropkick to the Jaw
The crowd begin to roar as Perseus psyches himself up, feeling the energy from the crowd as he circles around in the ring
LESSON! SUPERKICK TO JACKSON CADE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: GRIMSKULL OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THAT CHEAP SHOT!
MATT RUBY: Hey it wasn't cheap BB, he was just tired of this jerk off session from the goodie goodies like the rest of us.
The crowd begin to boo as Foley gets to his feet, scowling as he rushes Grimskull
DEATH TO HELLIONS! Drop Toe Hold sends Foley head first into the bottom turnbuckle.
Grimskull just smirks, watching Foley flop into a seated position before rushing forward and nailing a huge running knee to the jaw. Grimskull then grips the ropes and looks to begin to stomp a mudhole into Felix as Cade gets to his feet.
Perseus rushes forward at Grimskull....
CONQUEST MOVES AS CADE NAILS FOLEY WITH A KNEE TO THE JAW!
Grimskull rolls backwards, rushing forward
MARTYR! CANNONBALL ONTO CADE FORCING CADE TO SQUASH FOLEY IN THE CORNER!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Grimskull using Jackson Cade like a weapon against Felix Foley here as the Preacher of Pain is dishing it out tonight.
Grimskull pulls Cade out of the corner, spinning him around before dropping him on the back of his head with a Dragon Suplex. Grimskull doesn't cover, instead watching Felix stagger up to his feet, backing up as he goes for another Lesson but Foley ducks underneath, lifting Grimskull up onto his shoulders.
BUMPED HIS...NO! Grimskull slips out, rushing to the ropes before bouncing off
TRUE ENLIGHTENMENT! RUNNING TORPEDO KOKESHI KNOCKS FOLEY DOWN AND POSSIBLY OUT!
Grimskull scrambling up to the top, looking for the final blow as he brings his hands together before leaping off.
RIGHT INTO HOSTILE DOWN! GRIMSKULL LEAPS SKULL FIRST INTO THE LEAPING SUPERKICK!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Jackson stumbles into the ropes though, that leap took a lot out of him as he stares at both men and at Felix Foley somehow...someway stumbling to his feet.
Felix and Jackson look at one another for a moment, looking to rush forward but the strum of a guitar stops them in their tracks.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
The trumpets signal Lucha by Metalachi as the Mariachi's pour out into the entranceway. Both Jackson and Felix watch for EMM to stumble out but he doesn't come out of the curtain.
As a figure leaps the barricade and jumps onto the apron as both men turn around
MALCIOUS
FUCKING
SONATAAAAAAA!
DOUBLE SPRINGBOARD STUNNAH!
MATT RUBY: Oh for Zeus sake can't this jackass just stay down for ten minutes? Can somehow silence the music for once?
El Mariachi rolls into the ring, having taken down both Cade and Felix in one move as he walks over, and reaches a hand out to Grimskull. Conquest looks up at Death, shaking his head before getting himself to his feet. Grimskull rushes to the ropes, running at a rising Cade but Cade ducks underneath another Superkick.
BREACH AND CLEAR TO GRIMSKULL!
EMM rushes at Cade who ducks underneath a Superkick from him
BREACH AND CLEAR TO EMM!
Muerte staggers up as Cade picks him up, Grimskull staggering to his feet into the clutches of a fuming Foley
THE FALL GUYS! DOUBLE FALL AWAY SLAMS SENDING BOTH GRIMSKULL AND EMM INTO OPPOSING CORNERS!
Both Muerte and Grimskull sit up in their corners as Cade and Felix grip the ropes, hearing the roar of the crowd as they realise what's about to happen.
MATT RUBY: Oh Zeus please someone break this up.
FELIX FOLEY AND JACKSON CADE"S CORNERS! Both men stomping a mudhole dry into Grimskull and Muerte as the crowd chant along with every stomp.
Jackson nails one last stomp as he pulls Muerte up out of the corner, lifting him high up into the air
MASTER KEY BRAINBUSTTAHH! Muerte gets spiked into the mat as Cade quickly scrambles up top. Felix pulls Grimskull up to his feet but suddenly gets rolled into a small package, Demi Sky dropping down to count
ONE
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SCREAMING EAGLLLLEE! JACKSON CADE BREAKS UP THE PINFALL JUST IN TIME WITH THE FLYING ELBOW!
Cade rolls to his feet, as Muerte pops up behind him, wrapping the guitar string around his throat
DREAM A LITTLE DREAM! STANDING CHOKE ONTO JACKSON CADE!
Perseus tries to fight out but the string is taut and choking the life out of him, Cade very close to tapping out as Muerte pulls back even harder.
WELCOME TO THE PUPPETSHOW! FELIX THRUSTS THE MANDIBLE CLAW INTO CADE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Jackson Cade is trapped in two submissions here, the choke by Muerte, the Claw by Felix, can he survive here?
MATT RUBY: Who cares? It's fun to see the bastard suffer for the harm he's doing to Arcadia.
Jackson tries to fight out but he's trapped between two deadly holds as he's forced to tap out.
But who wins?
Demi Sky doesn't call for the bell, signalling to both Muerte and Felix the match is still going on.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The match can't end here, both Muerte and Felix can't win together as both men look furiously at the other.
Felix and Muerte start going at it, heavy lefts and rights,
a big leaping knee knocking Felix down to one knee.
AS GRIMSKULL DIVES OFF THE TOP, WIPING MUERTE OUT WITH A HUGE STANDING MOONSAULT!
Grimskull rolls to his feet right into a kick to the gut,
CUT THE STRINGS!
Double Arm DDT spikes Grimskull into the mat but before Foley can drop down, he's struck from behind
HOSTILE DOWN! SUPERKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD OUT OF NOWHERE!
Jackson collapses to the canvas, somehow rolling Felix over and flopping over onto him for the cover as Demi Sky slides in to count
ONE
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THREE!!
MATT RUBY: And once again our former sheriff sneaks a victory out of nowhere. Man I can't wait for our world champion to beat some law and order into his ass and show Arcadia that this so called Resistance is not the way.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Jackson Cade could very easily be our world champion at the end of Invasion Ruby, he's done it before and he damn well can do it again.
Laser Focus
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Now that’s a main event for the ages, Ruby. It just feels special tonight. Shout outs to Cal. I wish you were with us, buddy.
MATT RUBY: That we can all agree on, BB.
Grimskull and El Mariachi Muerte have left the ringside area quickly. They were smart to do so.
The arena lights flicker.
A familiar, sinister hum fills the air.
Doom’s drones swarm in.
This time, there’s no fire, no explosions—just precision. Felix Foley sprints toward the ramp, but the drones cut him off, circling him like mechanical vultures. Their red eyes lock on.
A chilling voice crackles through the speakers.
“Oh, Felix. I thought you wanted to end this?”
Doom floats down on one of his drones in front of Felix.
"You should be grateful. I’m doing you a favor." His yellow eyes gleam through his mask. "Taking you to meet your dear mother."
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What the hell does that mean?
The drones descend.
Felix fights, throwing wild punches, but they’re too many, too fast. They latch onto him, gripping his arms, pulling him back toward Doom.
Cade moves to help—but stops.
The drones in the ring surge forward, forming a metallic blockade. Cade has to back off. And when he does—
He bumps into Jasper Redgrave.
The World Champion stands there, unimpressed, the title resting on his shoulder. Slowly, deliberately, he lifts it.
MATT RUBY: That’s what its all about, BB. The OSW World Championship.
"Still got C.J.'s blood on it, Jacky," he sneers. "Want to take a closer look?"
Cade’s fists clench. His jaw tightens.
But he doesn’t break.
They just stare each other down as the drones drag Felix away.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Jackson Cade challenges Jasper Redgrave for the World Championship next week at Invasion.
MATT RUBY: And Doom gets rid of his weakness!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Add Invasion, and Tombstone facing Gravedigger, and this is the biggest Invasion ever!
The Pantheon's Fall
The air inside the Pantheon Meeting Room was heavy with tension. At the head of the grand marble table, Zeus sat, his fingers steepled, his piercing gaze fixed on the war map sprawled before him. Beside him, Ares, the God of War, stood with his arms crossed, his expression defiant.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Look at them, sitting around discussing matters whilst people in Arcadia are dying. It makes me sick.
MATT RUBY: These are the upper echelon of society BB. You should show them some respect.
Seated around the table, the Pantheon argued amongst themselves.
“This war is destroying Arcadia,” Athena declared, her voice sharp with frustration. “Skirmishes break out daily. Innocents suffer while we sit here.”
“She’s right,” Demeter added, her normally calm demeanor fraying. “This cannot continue.”
“The people cry for justice,” said Dionysus, swirling a goblet of wine before setting it down. “Yet we do nothing but talk.”
“All the while,” scoffed Doom—known as Hephaestus—“Ares spends his time recruiting for that damn spectacle instead of taking action. You should let Nox and I handle this with a firm fist; the people would bow before our demands in no time at all.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What a surprise! That animal wants to kill them all!
MATT RUBY: That's not what he said, is it? Don't put words in his mouth!
Ares smirked, shaking his head. “You think I don’t act? I’m bringing the war where it matters—inside OSW. You want brute force, fine. But push me, and I’ll push them right into the arms of the Seekers.”
“Threats now?” Hestia murmured.
“Call it a warning,” Ares shot back.
Before Zeus could respond—
Boom!
The world erupted.
The ceiling shattered. Marble and concrete rained down in a deafening explosion. Smoke and fire engulfed the room. The force tore through the Pantheon, sending bodies and debris flying.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: OH MY GOD!!
The walls buckled.
Flames licked at the ruined table, once a seat of power, now a burning wreck. The air filled with soot, choking, blinding.
Screams. Coughs. Silence.
The fire raged on.
But as the smoke thickened, the scene faded into an ominous uncertainty.
Who survived?
The answer remained buried beneath the flames.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What the hell just happened?! We need help for the Pantheon.
MATT RUBY: YOU'VE CHANGED YOUR TUNE! THEY MIGHT ALL BE DEAD! WHAT ABOUT NOX, DOOM, NARCISSA... WHAT ABOUT INVASION!? WHAT ABOUT ZEUS!? SOMEBODY HELP!
Static.
A Stop ■ symbol appears in the bottom right hand corner of the screen as we fade to black.