WARZONE #384
All Bite
It's all bite no bark as we head towards Ring of Dreams. The first stop? Hounds of Hades. Five Seekers and Five Preservationists do battle to settle a score in this war. Who'll be on each side? This week, we'll find out.
Why?
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
The show opens cold. No intro. No pyro. Just the quiet hum of anticipation.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Ladies and Gentlemen, we're being joined by Felix Foley.
The camera cuts directly to the center of the ring where Felix Foley stands—alone, still, a microphone in hand.
The crowd is silent. Not out of disinterest, but reverence. Shock. The man who was betrayed. The man who unleashed the monster within. The man who killed Doom and almost murdered The Baron himself.
Now standing in front of them again.
Foley slowly raises the microphone to his lips, his expression distant, wounded—but before a single word can escape—
“HEY!”
A booming voice echoes through the arena, followed by a tidal wave of boos.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Not this freakin' idiot!
Hatchet steps out onto the stage, his torso wrapped tightly in thick bandages, the wound from last week’s Scissors stabbing still fresh. He doesn’t wait for his music. He doesn’t want it. He stalks toward the ramp, microphone already in hand.
“I know why you’re all here,” The crowd drowns him in hate, but he keeps going, undeterred and unapologetic. “You’re all sitting there, waiting with your stupid little faces, just aching to hear why I turned on this fuckin' clown.”
MATT RUBY: He's the one we've all come to see, BB!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Give me a break. This guy is a traitor.
MATT RUBY: And Foley isn't?
He points at Foley in the ring.
“Well guess what? You can all go fuck yourselves!” The crowd erupts in fury. “Foley, get the fuck outta my ring. No one wants to hear from a two-faced piece of shit like you.”
The camera cuts to Foley. Head lowered. He doesn’t respond with words. He doesn’t fight back. Instead, he looks out at the fans… and silently steps out of the ring.
The crowd turns quickly, now booing Hatchet louder than ever. Not just for the betrayal—but for taking this moment away.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We've been desperate to understand Foley's motives for a week and this is what we get? Hatchet has ruined everything!
MATT RUBY: Or has he made it better? Did you really wanna listen to Foley whine about how tough life is? We get it, you've got daddy issues, Felix. Half the women I sleep with have daddy issues, for Zeus' sake.
Foley limps up the ramp, each step heavy, painful. When he reaches the top—
BAM!
Out of nowhere—Ezekiel Graves sprints into frame and takes Foley’s head off with a thunderous Big Boot.
The crowd is apoplectic.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: THAT SONUVA!!!
MATT RUBY: IT'S THE OSW WORLD CHAMPION!
Gasps. Screams. Boos.
Foley slams into the ramp at Graves’ feet.
“BOOOOOOOOOOO!”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Listen to this crowd! They're rioting!
Graves wastes no time. He grabs Foley by the hair, lifting his limp body and dragging him toward the edge of the stage. The crowd realizes what’s happening—
He’s going to Powerbomb him off the goddamn stage!
Graves hoists him up
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: NO!!! DON'T YOU DO IT!!
MATT RUBY: Go on! TOSS HIM LIKE ONE OF HIS DOLLIES!
Here comes NERO!
The techno vigilante charges out from the side of the stage, steel chair in hand, and swings for the fences!
CRACK!
Chair to Graves’ back.
Another!
Another!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: NERO! NERO WITH THE SAVE!
Graves stumbles, drops Foley, and retreats, his assault thwarted.
Nero pulls Foley to safety, throwing Foley’s arm over his shoulder and helping him limp offstage, disappearing through the curtain.
Back in the ring, Hatchet is fuming, shouting obscenities, pacing like a rabid animal. As soon as Nero and Foley vanish, Hatchet angrily kicks the ropes, forced to remain where he is for his upcoming match.
The camera lingers on the chaos, fans on their feet, emotionally spent—and the show has only just begun.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: What a way to kick off Warzone as we head to Hounds of Hades and then Ring of Dreams! GRAVES vs. FOLEY vs. HATCHET will headline Ring of Dreams, but for now, we're all left wondering why Hatchet turned and why Felix Foley blew up the Pantheon.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Up next, we have one-half of the winners, Lambs to the Slaughter Hatchet, going up against Destructo.
MATT RUBY: A psychopathic clown with a golden ticket, taking on the Emo Boy who grew up into an Emo Man. I really hope they both break something tonight.
Referee River Moonfoot calls for the bell, and the match is underway. Destructo lashes out, looking to start the match hot and heavy...
SEE NO EVIL!
Shining Wizard – NO!
WIG SPLIT!
Leaping fucking Headbutt connects to the bridge of a flying Destructo sending the former Boy sprawling!
The Clown follows it up, looking for some big...
DEATH POP!
H-Bomb leaping Elbow Strike – Finds Nothing but Canvas as The Anti-Hero moves out of the way!
SEE NO EVIL!
Once more, Destructo goes for the Shining Wizard as Hatchet pulls himself back to his feet but gets got!
SELF-TITLED!
TKO Style Stunner from almost out of nowhere!
Hatchet rolls Destructo over and hooks the inside leg, pinning Destructo! As Moonfoot makes the count!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Hatchet managed to stay one step ahead tonight and beat the always game Destructo!
MATT RUBY: Hatchet proving why the Juggalo is on the Road to his Ring of Dreams... more like Nightmares.
Don't Play Hero
Hatchet gets to his feet not long after the bell rings. The Juggalo quickly hoists the barely conscious Destructo up and begins raining down left and right fists into his abdomen. The Kid can hardly defend himself as the punches keep coming with no signs of relenting.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Oh come on, this is just insult to injury! Hasn't the poor man been through enough already?
MATT RUBY: Absolutely not, BB! He deserves every little bit of the punishment his father didn't give him growing up. Better late than never, I always say!
After what feels like minutes of a one sided beatdown, The Clown proceeds to bounce off the ropes, looking to kill James with fire.
As he rushes towards the ropes, Destructo is pulled aside by the Dragon Princess, who entered Olympus unseen during the onslaught. She meets the Wraith as he bounces off-
TAIL ATTACK!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: HATCHET JUST ATE A FACEFUL OF TAIL!
MATT RUBY: For free!? I usually have to pay good credits to get women to do that!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Will you stop?
The force of the blow causes the Juggalo to roll out of the ring after running into Ayame's backside. Knowing he's now outnumbered, the Clown proceeds to back away from the ring and towards the exit.
The former Wolf goes to help the recovering James back to a standing position. However, just as she reaches him, he pushes her aside and stands up on his own, albeit rather shakily.
"I didn't need you to help me," Destructo says with a huff. "I could've taken care of that traitor myself."
"Could've fooled me," Ayame rebuffs, placing her hands on her hips. "I saw someone that was getting beaten down and needed saving. There something wrong with that?"
"Yeah," the Hero says, getting in Ayame's face. "The fact that people like you think that I'm some kind of helpless victim and can't defend myself! If I wanted your help, I'd have asked for it!"
They stare at each other for a while before Kid exits the ring as well, heading back up the ramp. Ayame watches him go, but not before delivering some final words to him as he walks.
"You're not a lone wolf anymore! You're a Seeker now, act like it!"
Destructo says nothing as he heads backstage.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: One week removed from his massive win at Pandemonium and Graves has another massive challenge before him with El Dragon Caido!
MATT RUBY: Hope that dragon knows how to pray, BB. He's going to need it.
Caido starts this off, smacking Graves with a brutal chop to the chest! Graves fires back with his own that nearly floors El Veterano! Caido chops again and Graves fires back another only for Caido to catch the hand!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: HE HAS THE ARM! CAIDO RUNS UP THE ROPES FOR A HURRICANRANA!
MATT RUBY: PURGATORY PLUNGE! THAT MASKED NINNY JUST GOT POWERBOMBED!
The luchador bounces off of the mat in a heap, Graves heaving him up and Biel tossing him into the corner! The Harbinger rushes forwards with a massive big boot that Caido barely rolls out of the way of!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: SUPERKICK TO THE JAW OF GRAVES!
MATT RUBY: What a cheap shot! Where's the referee?
Ezekiel collapses to the corner and Caido unloads with a flurry of kicks to the stomach! He whips Graves to the far corner and rushes him with a leaping stinger splash!
BUT GRAVES CATCHES HIM! RING SHAKING SPINEBUSTER PUTS CAIDO IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!
The Champ holds out a hand, beckoning Caido to his feet! The Fallen Dragon slowly rises!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: GOOZLE! THE FINAL JUDGEMENT CHOKESLAM- NO! SMALL PACKAGE!
MATT RUBY: COWARD! COWARD!
The referee counts!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
MATT RUBY: Redo! Get Sterling down here!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: You may not like it, Ruby, but El Dragon Caido has just stolen victory from the World Champ!
Smiles and Freaks
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
The door to the Sunshine Club is assaulted with the violent rapping of a white gloved hand, each knock landing with purpose. The camera turns to reveal Klaus Way, his freaks standing behind him as he slams into the door.
MATT RUBY: What could Way want with those smiling freaks? What am I saying? He loves freaks.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Does he look like he's recruiting, Ruby? Klaus Way looks downright furious!
"Fine," Klaus says with a final knock. "If you won't open, I'll make my own door. Ajax?"
Klaus turns to his strongman who seems to hesitate for a moment, Way reiterating his command as he points at the door. "Now."
Suddenly, as Ajax lumbers forward, the door is pulled open, the unnerving smile of Mr. Sunshine greeting him on the other side. "Oh, Klaus. To what do I owe the honor, my little Sunbeam?" The nickname, though sweet, simply drips with venom coming from Sunshine's mouth.
"The honor? THE HONOR? You wouldn't know a thing about honor, you smiling buffo0n. Your little stunt with your... Smiling morons? Anton must think I had a hand in his attack after we spoke. Do you know what you've done?"
Sunshine tilts his head, eyes narrowed. "Oh, I'm sorry to put a frown on your face, Klaus. But I did what had to be done, you know."
"And I'll do what I need to do."
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Circus is getting ready for a fight! Everyone clear the backstage!
MATT RUBY: I wonder if their coffee boy will be collateral?
Just as Klaus gets ready to brawl Sunshine backs away, revealing the other members of the Sunshine Club, violent intentions in their eyes. Klaus pauses, sneering at Sunshine as he steps back.
"This isn't over," he says.
"No," Sunshine agrees with a sickening smile. "It isn't."
Both men stare one another down, Sunshine slowly closing the door in Klaus' face.
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We've got a hell of a match here between Seeker and Preservationist.
MATT RUBY: Redgrave tried to recruit Nero last month, but the idiot sided with the Seekers.
The bell rings and Nero wastes no time, dashing forward with blinding speed.
FIREWALL!
The superkick cracks Redgrave across the jaw, staggering the Artist into the ropes.
Nero springs off the adjacent side—
PACKET STORM! SPRINGBOARD CUTTER CONNECTS!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Nero's throwing everything at Jasper in the opening seconds!
MATT RUBY: Speed’s his weapon—but Redgrave’s never needed much time to compose a masterpiece.
Nero goes for an early cover.
ONE…
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TWO…
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REDGRAVE KICKS OUT!
He rolls to his feet with a grin painted in pain.
Nero rushes again, looking for a hurricanrana—BUT REDGRAVE THROWS HIM OVER THE TOP TO THE APRON…
BLOOD ON THE CANVAS!
MATT RUBY: That rope-hung DDT spikes Nero headfirst into the mat!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That turned the match on a dime. Redgrave’s got rhythm now.
Jasper stalks Nero, circling. He drives stiff knees into Nero’s ribs before whipping him into the corner and following with a leaping knee to the face. He pulls Nero forward— Superkick followed by a spinning back elbow—
COLLAGE OF VIOLENCE!
MATT RUBY: Nero drops like paint on canvas!
ONE…
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TWO…
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NERO KICKS OUT!
Redgrave lifts Nero up by the helmet but the Red Reboot uses it to headbutt Redgrave. Jasper goes down as Nero heads up top.
MOONSAULT! THE CRASH OVERRIDE!
ONE…
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TWO…
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THREE!
MATT RUBY: That damn helmet should be illegal!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: All it takes is a split second in OSW for the tables to turn. What a big win for Nero!
The Fifth Man?
Death Row is quiet.
The lights hum low, flickering against rusted steel walls. Jackson Cade stands near a war table, arms folded, the World Championship no longer over his shoulder—just a shadow on his mind.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Jackson Cade cuts a lonely figure.
MATT RUBY: Good. He’s finally getting what’s coming to him.
Behind him, the air shifts.
Flutter.
Tombstone.
The Ferryman steps from the darkness like he never left it, his eyes unreadable.
“I didn’t think you’d actually show.” Cade doesn’t turn right away.
Tombstone says nothing. Just watches.
Cade slowly turns. Their eyes lock—not friends, never allies, just two men who’ve survived the same battlefield and buried a few of the same ghosts.
“I won’t bullshit you.” Cade says. “I need you, and I have the perfect carrot to dangle. Gravedigger’s Preservationist. Holding your chains. Pretending he understands what they mean.”
Tombstone doesn’t blink.
“At Hounds of Hades, they’ve got Graves. Redgrave. Narcissa. Hatchet. And Gravedigger.” Cade steps forward. “I need a fifth man. I’ve got Nero and Gemini lined up. And Felix…” His voice dips.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That may not be a name to bring up around Tombstone.
MATT RUBY: Foley and Tombstone have a bloody history.
No reaction from Tombstone.
“So I’m standing here asking the heaviest hitter left in free agency. Join the Seekers. Not for me. Not for Foley. Not even for Gravedigger. Join to spit in the face of the people who tried to control you.”
Tombstone moves closer. Still silent.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That’s a huge offer!
MATT RUBY: Even Tombstone wouldn’t be stupid enough to take it.
The stare between them lingers—bad blood thick in the air.
Flutter.
Tombstone is gone.
Cade stands still. Jaw clenched. Eyes narrowed.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Was that a no?
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Fresh off an amazing victory at Pandemonium, the new tag team champions defend their titles against their fellow Seekers and Harold Attano. Can they retain the titles on their very first defense or will we see a new team with the gold draped on their shoulders?
The bell sounds with the Night and Gemini starting off for their teams. Both competitors nod at one another before rushing forward, The Night immediately going for a Night Cap but Gemini leaps over him, rolling through and rebounding off the ropes
RUNNING ENZIGURI! The Night gets clipped in the back of the head, rocking him before he's grabbed into a headlock as Gemini rushes to the ropes, springboarding off
THE CURE! The Night gets spiked into the mat from that Tornado DDT as Gemini floats over for the cover, Demi Sky sliding in to count
ONE
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TW....The Night gets the shoulder up
Gemini pulls him up, rocking him with a few knees to the midsection before grabbing his hand.
MATT RUBY: And now that harlot is holding hands with another man right in front of her boyfriends eyes, the scandal BB.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That last rejection really got to you didn't it Ruby? Gemini in truth is looking for that Last Dance, she walks the ropes, leaping off
THE NIGHT CATCHES HER! She tries to flip over for the Hurricanrana but the Enigma holds her tight, spinning around before planting her into the mat with a hard Powerbomb. Gemini hits hard as The Night stumbles up, climbing the ropes before leaping off
DARKNESS..KNEES! Gemini just counters the Seanton Bomb, delivering knees to the Nights spine as he staggers onto his feet, stumbling over to his corner and tagging in the hyped up Attano. Nobody rushes in, but he's not able to stop Gemini tagging in as EMM leaps up to the top rope, diving forward
AND NEARLY TAKING ATTANO'S HEAD OFF WITH A SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE!
Attano stumbles up to his feet into a Leg Lariat, and then a second before he's spun around and driven into the mat with a spinning neckbreaker. EMM rolls through, rushing onto the apron as he's looking to put Attano away as Nobody stumbles up to his feet.
MALICIOUS SONATA! Springboard Stunner takes Attano down as EMM covers,
ONE
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TWO
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The Night is intercepted by a running Superkick by Gemini
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THREE!!!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And still OSW Tag Team Champions. El Amore pick up a huge victory here retaining their tag titles in a great matchup here tonight.
MATT RUBY: It's the only one they'll get BB, once the Preservationists come back for those titles, it's coming home I guarantee it.
The Sunshine Club Problem
A hushed and withdrawn corner backstage sees a hushed and twitchy looking Anton Savor lurking in shadows.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This isn’t how we usually see Anton Savor. Hiding, jumping at shadows…
MATT RUBY: Normally he’s running his kitchen with an iron fist. Then he got his ass kicked by a group of smiling buffoons at Pandemonium.
“We need to talk about our Sunshine Club problem.” He speaks hurriedly, to a figure unseen. “But I needed to find a place where we wouldn’t be overheard.”
“Running scared, chef?” A familiar voice replies. “Or just don’t want to be seen colluding with the enemy?”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That’s the voice of Captain Arcadia.
MATT RUBY: A Preservationist and a Seeker meeting each other in secret. Scandalous!
A smirk sits behind Captain Arcadia’s mask. Savor flashes anger.
“You know the consequences if we’re even seen speaking to each other. It’s enough that you ran to my aid like the fucking hero. Did you forget that we’re on opposite sides, asshole?”
Cap pokes a finger into Savor’s chest.
“You think I came out there for you?” He laughs. “Your ego knows no bounds. We have to go after the Sunshine Club.”
Savor shakes his head.
“You want to go all guns blazing? Bugger off. We need to be smart, calculated. Following a recipe, force must be measured. Your pinches become punches and soon you’ve made everything worse.”
Cap pokes Savor’s chest again.
“You’re a coward. Afraid of your standpoint amongst allies. This problem isn’t going away without somebody stepping up. I… I can’t do it alone.” He pauses, frustration boiling over in him. “I wouldn’t bloody ask if I didn’t need to. I don’t give a crap about your hurt feelings.”
Savor pushes Captain Arcadia.
“Watch your fucking mouth, hero.”
The pair stand, eyeball to eyeball. Savor pushes Captain Arcadia away. Cap comes barrelling back at him, fist ready to strike.
But he stops himself. Inches away from Savor’s face.
He’s torn between his anger and something else. Frustrated, he turns and walks away.
“Yeah, fuck off, Seeker.” Savor calls after him.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Well they won’t be teaming up to take on the Sunshine Club anytime soon.
MATT RUBY: I don’t blame Savor at all. Some pricks are just annoying, you’ve got to know people have your back.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: There’s a lot of anger between these two, it’s gotta come out somehow.
Cut.
MATT RUBY: And now we have the main event!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This ain't the main event, Ruby.
MATT RUBY: It is to me. Arcadia's most beautiful woman in a cat fight with that wild girl Ayame? I might go home after.
The bell rings and Ayame rushes down Narcissa with ferocious speed! She nails a wild knee to the jaw that drops Narcy and follows up with a famouser that plants Hera into the mat! Wolf Fang leaps to the ropes as Narcissa stumbles to her knees!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: HEAVEN'S HOWL! DIVING KNEES TO NARCISSA!
MATT RUBY: Mount- I mean pin her!
Wolf Fang peels Narcissa up, whipping her to the ropes and going for the tail attack! But Narcissa slides under! She springboards off the middle rope and hits Ayame with a standing Lionsault! The Wolf is left dazed as she stumbles to her feet!
UPRISING! BICYCLE KNEE TO THE JAW!
Narcissa pulls her into a small package!
ONE!
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TWO!- Kickout!
Hera ascends to the top rope, pointing at Wolf Fang with fire in her eyes as she goes for a massive phoenix splash!
MATT RUBY: AYAME ROLLS AWAY BUT NARCY LANDS ON HER FEET! THE ELEGANCE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: CLAW LADEN UPPERCUT BY AYAME! NARCISSA HITS THE MAT!
Ayame calls for the end as she begs Narcissa to get to a knee! She runs her down!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: CRESCENT MOON KICK! SCORPION KICK!
MATT RUBY: THE KICK PUTS NARCISSA'S BEAUTIFUL FACE TO THE MAT! NOT HER FACE!
She covers!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: This match was close but in the end Ayame's wild aggression let her come out on top!
Ghosts in the Dark
Drewitt.
The Pilgrim walks through the streets of Arcadia, a lone wanderer on his way to Olympus. We watch him from a distance, through a pair of binoculars. The camera cuts, The Night lowering the binoculars, Harold Attano standing beside him.
"This," Harold says, "Is recon. You're great at infiltration, but learning your enemy? It's priority number one."
Night doesn't reply immediately, seemingly lost in thought before nodding his head. "I'll tail him after his match as well. Let you know where he goes."
Attano nods, patting his partner on the shoulder. "Report back as soon as you learn anything."
"Learn what, amigo?" A third voice joins the stakeout, one belonging to El Mariachi Muerte. Singing Death crosses his arms as he stares at his allies, a look of disapproval on his face.
"How did you-" Night begins, Muerte holding up a hand to cut him off.
"I followed you. You were so focused on Drewitt you didn't even hear me. But I need to hear you. Why are you following him?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Attano asks. "He was a Preservationist, I don't take a damn thing he says or does at face value and you'd be a fool not to agree with me when I say we can't trust him."
"Dios mio," Muerte shakes his head. "He defied them in the center of the ring! All this distrust will do is push him away when we're in dire need of allies on our side!"
Night and Attano share a look for a moment, Vengeance shaking his head. "Fine. Then we'll meet him on your terms."
He shoves his binoculars to Muerte, walking past him. "He has one chance to convince me. One. He better make it count."
Harold raises an eyebrow, moving past Muerte to join Night, leaving Singing Death behind as Drewitt walks towards Olympus.
Cut.
Crossfire
The hallway’s damn near a ghost town, lights flickering like they’re on their last legs. Eclipse swings around the corner, towel draped over her shoulder, still sweaty from the ring. She stops dead.
El Dragón Caído’s right there. Not moving. Not speaking. Just… waiting, like a statue carved out of bad intentions.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: After what she pulled on Ayame at Pandemonium? Hell, I knew this was brewin’.
Eclipse takes a slow step forward, sizing him up. Her eyes meet his, and that smirk creeps across her face—the same one she had when she smashed that chair into Ayame’s back, when the crowd lost their minds.
“What’s this? You my shadow now?”
“I’m not trailing you. I’m standing where you can’t look away”
“Don’t gimme that righteous crap, like I broke some sacred code. Ayame climbed in that ring. She knew what she signed up for.”
“She came for a match. You brought a damn weapon.”
Eclipse just shrugs, like it’s nothing.
“She wasn’t built for Lambs to the Slaughter.”
“SHE WAS! You just couldn’t stand her stealing your spotlight.”
Her smirk flickers—not much, but enough. A split-second crack in the armor.
“You really think this little stare-down’s gonna fix anything?”
“No. But it’s where the fight begins.”
She steps right into him, shoulder clipping his chest, daring him to flinch. He doesn’t. Stands like a brick wall, eyes burning holes into the distance.
MATT RUBY: That chair shot? That wasn’t just a statement. That was a spark.
The camera lingers on Caído, alone now in the empty hallway. He hasn’t moved an inch, but you can feel the heat rolling off him.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We have another championship defense here as Anton Savor defends his Double Feature Championship against Drewitt. Can the Lord High Emperor keep his five month title reign continuing or will War take everything from him?
MATT RUBY: Looking forward to this BB, that turncoat is going to get an absolute five star beating here tonight and I'll love every moment of it.
The bell sounds as Drewitt rushes forward, nearly turning the smaller man inside out with a mammoth Lariat. He barely lets Anton hit the mat before he lifts the Chef up, rocking him with hard knees to the midsection before he lifts him up high. by the legs.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: SIGHTSEER! Drewitt slammed Anton into the mat like a sack of potatoes trying to flatten him into mash.
Drewitt doesn't cover, instead backing up as he lets Savor get to his feet, staring a hole right through him before he spins around
WAR CR...NO! Anton manages to avoid the Discus Clothesline, waiting for Drewitt to turn
CREME BRULEE! Superkick to the button out of nowhere slightly stuns Drewitt as Anton begins to pummel him with rapid fire chops. A hard one to the throat stuns War before Anton spins around
DREWITT CATCHES THE ELBOW! War sends Anton spinning around
RIGHT INTO THE WAR CRY! Huge Discus Clothesline turns Savor inside out. Drewitt doesn't cover though, pulling Savor up
GOOZLE
ARDUOUS JOURNEY! CHOKKESSLAMMM!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That has to be it but War is sending red here, backing up into the corner. He wants to decimate Savor with a little Desolation here.
Savor slowly staggers up as Drewitt rushes forward
DESOLATION! Mammoth Claymore Kick knocks Savor out cold as Drewitt hooks both legs, Cole Holt sliding down to reluctantly count the fall
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
MATT RUBY: NO!!! Damnit, yet again those damn Seekers have taken power from the Preservationists and now that bastard traitor has the Double Feature title.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: It was only a matter of time before War had gold around his waist and thanks to him, the Preservationists are down another championship
No Answers
The Preservationists' war room is buried deep within Olympus—quiet, precise, and cold.
Gravedigger stands near the center, arms crossed, his presence heavy. Across from him, Jasper Redgrave sits, one leg crossed over the other, casual as ever. At his side is George Cade, straight-backed and unreadable.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: There’s the turncoat. That miserable son of a bitch.
MATT RUBY: You mean a man who finally figured out his own son was trash?
“I know my son,” George says, breaking the silence. “If he hasn’t already, he will try to recruit Tombstone.”
“He’d be a fool not to,” Gravedigger grunts. “Tombstone’s a heavy hitter. And I know he wants to get his hands on me.”
George nods.
“Which makes him dangerous.”
Gravedigger steps forward.
“Then we hit him first. Full might. No hesitation. Put him down before he picks a side.”
Redgrave raises a hand, eyes on the ceiling like he's admiring the cracks.
“Not yet.”
Gravedigger turns his head. “What?”
“I’d rather remind him,” Redgrave says, tone soft. “Of the deal he made with Zeus. Of what the Preservationist mission meant to him back then. Before Arcadia knew about the door, Tombstone did.”
Gravedigger’s jaw tightens.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Redgrave’s right, Ruby. Tombstone aligned with Zeus back before we even knew why.
George Cade steps in.
“Between that and the pressure we’re putting on the Seekers elsewhere, it’ll be enough. They’re cracking. Tombstone won’t stand with a broken house.”
Gravedigger studies him for a beat.
“Why should any of us trust you, George?” He says bluntly. “You won’t even say why you turned on your own son.”
George doesn’t speak, but his eyes dart to the other man in the room.
“I know why,” Redgrave comments, smiling faintly.
The room settles into silence.
“That’s all that matters.”
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: There are no answers with Jasper Redgrave.
MATT RUBY: Just violence, BB! Beautiful violence!
Cut.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: We have a very interesting matchup here tonight. The mystery of the new Kingdom was revealed at Pandemonium but not as we thought. They were favors for Mr Sunshine to create his own sickening club and now they're all coming for the man wanting to find the truth in Captain Arcadia.
MATT RUBY: It has to be my birthday BB because I get to see that masked idiot squashed into paste. The Sunshine Clubs first match in breaking that moron in half and showing Olympus what real heroes look like.
The bell rings as the first to enter the gauntlet against Arcadia is Mister Cheerful. A sadistic lithe creature that slinks his way into the ring, dropping down into a crouched position that slightly unnerves Arcadia before he rushes forward.
DELIVERING A TORPEDO HEADBUTT TO THE GUT OF ARCADIA
The Captain is doubled over as Cheerful grabs him, and begins to bite into his face. Mills Stanton warns Cheerful, threatening him with DQ as the former Fox lets go, smiling wide with blood in his mouth before he grabs Arcadia and begins raking his now bloodied face over the top rope. Arcadia screams out in pain as Mister Cheerful just smiles that sickening smile.
He eventually lets go, letting Arcadia fall down to the middle rope as he backs up before rushing forward
AND DELIVERING A BRONCO BUSTER TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Some...unorthadox offense by the insane Mister Cheerful here.
MATT RUBY: Whatever you call it, it is effective. Arcadia hasn't hit anything on him yet.
Cheerful humps the back of Arcadia's head, pushing his throat back and forth into the ropes before getting up, Arcadia holding his throat as he tries to breath in air. Cheerful grabs him by the head, locking him in a headlock before rushing to the ropes,
TORNADO SPIKE DDT DROPS ARCADIA RIGHT ON HIS HEAD!
Cheerful heads up top, that wide smile as he looks to finish this off early. Arcadia stumbling up to his feet as Cheerful leaps off
RIGHT INTO THE PUNCH OF BROTHERS! MID-AIR SUPERMAN PUNCH KNOCKS CHEERFUL OUT COLD!
Arcadia drops down to cover, hooking the leg as Mills slides in
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
Mister Cheerful has been eliminated
MATT RUBY: Okay sure he beat one, he's got four more others to beat and he's already wounded. It's only a matter of time before this faux hero falls BB.
The next to enter is Miss Joy. A tall woman with porcelain skin and a curious, wide eyed stare as she slowly walks towards Arcadia, the Captain breathing hard as he beckons her forward before rushing at her.
Taking Joy down with a hard clothesline.
He mounts the smaller woman, pounding down with lefts and rights before rolling off and getting into the corner. Arcadia cocks his fist, waiting for Joy to get to her feet but she doesn't.
She instead curdles up into a ball and begins to cry.
MATT RUBY: THAT BASTARD! How dare he make such a beautiful woman cry? And yet people call him a hero.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: I'd bet my hat those are crocodile tears Ruby, and Arcadia's falling for them hook line and sinker
Arcadia stops, shaking his head as he slowly walks over. Compassion in his eyes as he kneels down to see if she's okay
As she stops crying, a wicked grin plastered on her face
AND SHE LEAPS ON HIM WITH HER THUMBS EXTENDED, INTENT ON GOUGING HIS EYE WITH THOSE SHARP NAILS!
Arcadia manages to throw him off her as Joy rolls to her feet, nailing him with a hard running knee to the jaw before leaping up
FOLLOW THE WHITE RABBIT! LEAPING FACEBUSTER!
MATT RUBY: YES! PIN THAT BASTARD BEAUTIFUL!
Joy hooks the leg, Mills dropping down to count
ONE
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TW
ARCADIA MANAGES TO GET THE SHOULDER UP!
Joy mounts Arcadia again, wrapping her hands around his head as she tries to dig her nails into his eyes again. She gets very close, inches away before Arcadia delivers a mammoth headbutt before kicking her off him with both feet, sending her flying away.
Joy rolls to her feet again, rushing forward
RIGHT INTO A MAMMOTH LARIAT TURNING HER INSIDE OUT!
Arcadia looks done, as he lifts Joy up into the air
SPIKING HER DOWN WITH A BRAINBUSTER!
Arcadia covers, Mills dropping down
ONE
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TWO
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THREE
MISS JOY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
The next to enter the gauntlet, the former Green Frog. A short, stocky man wearing a wrestlers singlet and cold, dark eyes as he barely lets Joy exit the ring before he rushes behind Arcadia, grabbing him in a waist lock
AND THROWING HIM CLEAN ACROSS THE RING WITH A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!
MATT RUBY: And there he is. Former Olympian athlete about to take Arcadia to school here and show him some real rassling as you call it BB.
Arcadia slowly staggers up, holding the ropes for help as Chipper rushes forward
RUNNING SPEAR NEARLY BREAKING ARCADIA'S RIBS!
Chipper drives his shoulder in again and a third time before wrapping his thick arms around Arcadia
AND THROWING HIM HEAD OVER HEELS WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Mister Cheerful making mincemeat of Arcadia here, the Captain may not even make it to Mister Smile let alone Sunshine if this continues.
Arcadia slowly staggers up right into a headbutt before he's spun around
DRAGON SUPLEX!
Cheerful rolls through, grabbing Arcadia again
TIGER SUPLEX!
Cheerful rolls through again, grabbing Arcadia's arms as he tries to wrap them around his neck but Arcadia manages to slip out,
JAWBREAKER!
The jolt staggers Cheerful back as Arcadia rushes forward, leaping off the ropes
PUNCH OF BROTHERS! SPRINGBOARD SUPERMAN RIGHT ON THE BUTTON!
Cheerful goes down as Arcadia leaps up to the top, before immediately leaping off
WITH THE STAR SPANGLED SPLASH!
Frog Splash hits hard, injuring Arcadia's ribs further but he manages to float over for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
MISTER CHEERFUL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: And then there was two left but those two....they may be more then Arcadia can survive.
The Captain gets to his feet, holding his ribs in pain as he looks to the outside. Mister Sunshine has that wide, malicious grin as he slowly claps before pointing behind. Arcadia slowly turns to see a mammoth figure behind him. Near seven foot, a good three hundred plus pounds of pure muscle and eyes full of pure wrath stare down upon him
GOOZLE
Mister Smile slowly pulls him up, looking him dead in the eyes with pure rage before lifting him up even further
AND NEARLY PLANTING HIM THROUGH THE RING WITH A BRUTAL CHOKESLAM!
MATT RUBY: That's it. Arcadia's done and dusted.
Smile looks over at Sunshine who just shakes his head before mouthing 'Not Yet'
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Or maybe not. Sunshine doesn't want to just beat Arcadia, he wants to end him and Mister Smile may well just do that.
Smile pulls Arcadia up, grabbing him with one mammoth hand wrapped around his head as he begins to slam hard rights into his allready cracked ribs before slamming him down onto the mat with a modified Mat Slam. Smile isn't done as he pulls Arcadia up, hoisting him up high above his head maybe ten feet into the air
BEFORE YEETING HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLES WITH A RELEASE GORILLA PRESS SLAM!
Arcadia lands hard, screaming out in pain as Smile just stares daggers at him once again looking at Sunshine who just shakes his head.
Smile slowly stalks forward, pulling Arcadia up but the Captain begins to fight back. Heavy lefts and rights that seem to do nothing to the much bigger man but a jawbreaker gets the tiniest amount of distance between the two as Arcadia slips underneath a clothesline attempt before rushing to the ropes and bouncing off
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: PUNCH OF BROTHERS...DOES NOTHING as Arcadia damn well bounces off the big man.
Arcadia looks in shock as Smile scowls harder. The Captain rushes to the ropes again, triple jumping up the ropes before leaping off the top
INTO A GOOZLE
BEFORE SMILE NEARLY BREAKS ARCADIA IN HALF WITH A CHOKE BACKBREAKER
MATT RUBY: Oh my Zeus. He may have just paralyzed Arcadia....this is so cool.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: Of course you'd think that Ruby, Arcadia may well have just wrestled his last match and you're gushing over it like a fanboy. It's disgusting.
MATT RUBY: Hey that's the risk of Olympus, you take your life in your own hands fighting here and if Arcadia's dumb enough to leap at that gorilla, he deserves to get snapped in half like a banana.
Smile looks over at Sunshine who drags his thumb across his throat, signaling for the kill as Smile tries to pull Arcadia up
SMALL PACKAGE OUT OF NOWHERE! Smile is stunned on the mat as Mills slips down to count
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!!
MISTER SMILE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: He's somehow done it, eliminating the giant but now he has to beat Mister Sunshine. And Arcadia has less then nothing left to do so.
Mister Sunshine slowly enters the ring, a wild smile on his face as he slowly walks into the ring and walks up to the struggling to stand Arcadia. He kneels down, mockingly clapping
AS ARCADIA SWINGS WILD, STAGGERING SUNSHINE BACK WITH A RIGHT HAND
Sunshine holds his jaw, nodding
BEFORE NEARLY TAKING HIS HEAD OFF WITH A KNEELING BOOT!
Sunshine delivers another hard kick to the jaw before he lifts the limp Arcadia up
As he asks him 'Does somebody need a hug?'
AND WRAPS ARCADIA IN SUNSHINE
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: That bear hug locked in tight, this is just inevitable at this point.
MATT RUBY: This is how a so called hero fades away into the night like he deserves to BB.
Arcadia is limp in Sunshine's arms as Mills quickly calls for the bell.
BRONCO BLACKWOOD: The Sunshine Club wins here, Arcadia fought as hard as he could but he couldn't overcome the odds in the end. I hope Sunshine is happy with himself.
MATT RUBY: I would be, that would be hero slain once and for all. I'd be over the moon.
I Know What You Did Last Explosion
A bedroom.
Gemini’s bedroom.
Soft light seeps in through half-drawn curtains, casting fractured shadows along the walls. A fan turns lazily overhead. Gemini lies asleep, her breathing slow and steady, muscles finally relaxed — the only moment of peace she's known in weeks.
Until—
She gasps awake.
Eyes wide. A sharp inhale.
She sits up quickly, sweat clinging to her forehead.
At the foot of her bed, in the darkness…
Narcissa. She sits, smiling.
Perfectly poised, back straight, a shadow of a smirk tugging at her lips. She’s dressed in black from neck to toe, like a phantom that slipped past the world.
Gemini’s breath catches. She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t move.
“It would’ve been so easy,” Narcissa says, her voice low and unbothered, almost soothing. “To slip in while you slept… and snap your little neck.”
She sighs and runs a finger along the quilt.
“But… you’re a cockroach, aren’t you?”
Her eyes flash.
“And you can’t kill cockroaches with ordinary means.”
Gemini’s fists tighten around her sheets.
“How… how did you know I was here?” she asks, her voice sharp, controlled—but laced with unease.
Narcissa chuckles, tilting her head.
“That’s not the question you should be asking.”
She leans in slightly, her smile widening just enough to chill the blood.
“You should be asking—how do I know what you did to the Red Light District?”
Gemini goes still.
All air is sucked from the room. Her mask of strength falters, just for a second.
“What?” she whispers.
Narcissa slowly rises from the bed, towering now in the moonlight, calm as a blade.
“You’re so assured in your safety, so confident behind your Seeker lines in Deathrow…” she begins pacing, “...that you thought you could slip out. Have a little home comfort..”
She stops at the window.
“But this war isn’t just won in the shadows, sweetheart. It’s won in knowing. In timing and in punishment.” She turns back to Gemini. “I’m not here to kill you tonight. That would be too easy. Too fast. No—I want you to squirm. I want you to wonder when it’s coming. Where it’s coming from and who might already be working for me.”
She backs toward the door, smirking.
“The fun and games…? “They’re just beginning.”
With that, Narcissa disappears into the darkness from which she came.
Gemini sits frozen in her bed, heart pounding. Eyes wide.
She’s no longer safe.
And she knows it.
Fade to black.
Cut.
Static.
A Stop ■ symbol appears in the bottom right hand corner of the screen as we fade to black.