Level Up
[Wrr.]
[Click.]
[Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.]
[Backstage, in the cellar, an arcade machine sits dark.]
Signal: “Welcome to Slam, ladies and gentlemen!”
Black Scar: “Where did they find that decrepit machine?”
[The cabinet flickers violently.]
[Static screams through the speakers.]
[CRACK.]
[The screen SHATTERS outward in a burst of light and corrupted pixels.]
[A massive hand punches through.]
[Warlord Mars DRAGS himself out of the machine, crashing hard onto the floor.]
[Silence.]
Signal: “Wow, Warlord Mars looks different, Scar!”
Black Scar: “That ride through the monster that swallowed him must’ve changed him.”
[Smoke rises off him.]
[He doesn’t move.]
Warlord Mars: "…GHH—!"
[He slams a fist into the ground and pushes up.]
[The new armor catches the light, a huge upgrade.]
[He looks down at himself.]
[Flexes.]
[A grin spreads across his face.]
Warlord Mars: "…Heh."
[A low chuckle builds.]
Warlord Mars: "HAHA—!"
[He SLAMS his chest with both fists.]
Warlord Mars: "YOU SEE THAT!?"
[He paces like a caged animal, energized now.]
Warlord Mars: "YOU THOUGHT YOU GOT ME, PIXEL-PUKE!?"
[He throws his arms wide.]
Warlord Mars: "NAH—!"
[A snarl turns into a grin.]
Warlord Mars: "THAT WAS A LEVEL UP!"
[He cracks his neck, hyped, alive.]
Warlord Mars: "New armor… stronger plating… better output…"
[He turns suddenly, rage snapping back in.]
Warlord Mars: "CUBE!"
[Echo down the hallway.]
Warlord Mars: "SINIESTRO!"
[He storms forward, boots thundering.]
Warlord Mars: "WHERE THE HELL ARE YA!?"
[He rips a locker door clean off its hinges and tosses it aside before charging down the hall.]
Signal: “Warlord Mars is going to pose a huge problem with his new level up, Scar.”
Black Scar: “He didn’t before?”
Best Served Cold
[Recorded earlier...]
[Blackhand Moretti sits at a dinner table in Molvanîa’s ritziest restaurant, joined by influential locals, all dressed to the nines.]
[Tony Knuckles & Freddy Fingers flank their boss, ready to take a bullet for him…]
[Live classical music scores the dignified conversation—]
Blackhand Moretti: “… So I stomped Ram Jam’s head like the grapes at my nonna’s vineyard!”
[The Don of Destruction laughs, swigging red wine.]
[His guests echo him out of depravity, sycophancy, and fear.]
[Bluesy funk kicks in. Several heads turn, but Blackhand focuses on the morsel of food, streak of sauce, and tiny leaf on his plate.]
[It probably cost more than your rent…]
Tony Knuckles: “Boss, I gotta take a leak.”
[Moretti sighs. His guests wrinkle their noses at his goon’s lack of etiquette.]
[Blackhand waves him away impatiently.]
Blackhand Moretti: “I apologise for my associate’s uncouth behaviour. Now, where was I?”
[He snaps his fingers.]
Blackhand Moretti: “Of course - I was talkin’ about turnin’ Ram Jam’s brains into my momma’s spagh—”
[CRUNCH!]
[A GUITAR SMASHES OVER MORETTI’S HEAD!]
[His guests and other patrons scream, downing their cutlery and racing for the doors!]
[Wearing a tuxedo, holding the neck of the guitar, is RAM JAM!]
[HE SNUCK INTO THE BAND!]
Freddy Fingers: “NOOOOOOO!”
[Blackhand’s eagle-eyed bodyguard lunges for The Grooveador, entirely too late…]
[SMASH!]
[RAM JAM SLAM - SPINEBUSTER THROUGH THE DINNER TABLE!]
[Dinnerware flies everywhere, and the white tablecloth swallows Freddy.]
[Ram stands over Moretti.]
Ram Jam: “I thought we squashed this at Turbo Violence!? You coulda ended my career with that curb stomp at Invasion, brotha!”
[Restaurant staff rush in to hold Jam back.]
[Blackhand groans as he crawls away, dragging Fingers behind him.]
Blackhand Moretti: “I fuckin' hate guitars. Get me outta here, you useless stronzo! Where the hell is Knux!?”
[One man down, I.C.E. flee the scene!]
Signal: “This match looks set to be a classic here on Slam. After an epic Invasion Match, you'd think Ziggy will have the advantage.”
Black Scar: “Ugh, I hope not."
[Ram Jam and Venganza lock horns!]
[The two heavyweights jockey for position, as pint-sized Ziggy Robbins tries to butt in.]
Ziggy Robbins: “Excuse me!”
[He offers his hand.]
Ziggy Robbins: “Uh, guys?”
[It goes unshaken.]
Black Scar: “I’m beggin’ ya, Padre, give this twerp a Viral Infection!”
[ELECTRIC AVENUE–]
Signal: “Venganza ducks Ram Jam’s signature clothesline!”
[Ziggy, however, gets his head torn off!]
Black Scar: “Hell, I’ll take it!”
[Ram looks down at him, conflicted…]
[Padre sends him packing with a BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA side kick!]
[Cackling, Venganza covers Robbins.]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[SHOULDER UP!]
Signal: “What a show of heart by Ziggy!”
[Black Heart pulls him up…]
[GERMAN SUPLEX! DRAGON SUPLEX! MURDER BACKDROP SUPLEX!]
Black Scar: “Robbins’ LIFE just FLASHED before his eyes!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[RAM JAM BREAKS IT UP!]
[The Psychedelic Ram lobs Venganza into the ropes–]
[RAM JAM SLAM spinebuster!]
Signal: “I swear the ring just shifted by an inch!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[KICKOUT!]
[Ram looks at Ziggy. He offers him his hand.]
Black Scar: “Oh, come on!”
[Robbins accepts it!]
[El Motivador climbs the turnbuckle.]
[Ziggy and Ram Jam lead the crowd in chanting for Padre to stand up…]
[USE THIS FOR MOTIVATION!]
[Venganza dives–]
[The MISSILE DROPKICK takes out Ram Jam!]
[Ziggy holds his head. Padre, however, snatches him in an STO!]
[MIDNIGHT SHAD–NO!]
[SMALL PACKAGE BY ROBBINS!]
Signal: “There’s ALWAYS A CHANCE, Scar!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
[NO - FOOT ON THE ROPES!]
[Ziggy, Venganza, and Ram Jam get to their feet.]
[Padre BLINDS Ram with the VIRAL INFECTION black mist!]
[The Virus turns round–]
[Robbins goes FROM THE BOTTOM TO THE TOP!]
[But Venganza BLOCKS the GREATEST MOONSAULT EVER with the SHADOW CONTAGION STUNNER!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Black Scar: “That’s the damnedest thing I’ve ever seen, Sig! Padre wins!”
Winner: Padre Venganza
[OSW's backstage.]
[Pixelshift walks through with a sense of vigilance that gets abruptly proven right by a voice down the hallway.]
Glitter: "Yoo-hoo! Does Glitter's little gameboy want to... Play around with them?"
[Glitter peaks out from behind a corner, revealing one leg to be wearing a stalking covered in a pixel pattern.]
Glitter: "Come and get me. Glitter is worth triple points."
[Pixelshift pauses for a moment, a >:( appearing on his visor before he rushes towards Glitter!]
Pixelshift: "Triple nothing is still nothing!"
Signal: "He can't be falling for this."
Black Scar: "I think they call it 'Rage bait', Sig."
[GIANT DILDO BASEBALL BAT BY GLITTER TO PIXELSHIFT! HE'S JUST BEEN VIOLATED!]
[Pixelshift is sent sprawling and Glitter tries to capitalize by swinging their explicit equipment down onto Pixelshift who repeatedly scoots back!]
[FLOP!]
[FLOP!]
[FLOP!]
Pixelshift: "What is WRONG with you?"
[The 1UP Wonder rolls to his feet, holding up his hands as Glitter swings once more!]
[Only they freeze in place.]
Signal: "LAG SPIKE! CUTTER BY PIXELSHIFT DROPS GLITTER!"
Black Scar: "I... I was watching the dildo bat. What happened?"
[Pixelshift goes to grab the bat only to shy away at the last moment, a vomit emoji popping onto his visor as he looks for a new weapon!]
[But Glitter is quickly getting back to their feet!]
Glitter: "Got your joystick!"
[BALLSPLEX BY GLITTER! THE ORGASM BUTTON!]
[Glitter grabs hold of the dildo bat and tees up as Pixelshift gets to his feet!]
[THWACK!]
Signal: "Pixelshift goes down! What a disgusting display!"
Black Scar: "He's just been face fucked, Sig!"
[Glitter covers!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Signal: "I... Don't know what we've just witnessed, but all I can say for sure... is Glitter is your new Hardcore Champion."
Winner & NEW Hardcore Champion: Glitter
Missing
[The parking lot.]
[A car door slams.]
Signal: “It’s Luke Storm!”
Black Scar: “That’s Luke ‘Fucking’ Storm to you, Sig!”
[Edward Newton follows.]
Signal: "After what we saw at Invasion, we still don’t have answers—"
Black Scar: "We don’t even know what that was in Storm’s hand."
[Storm doesn’t stop walking.]
Luke Storm: "It just happened."
Edward Newton: "Define ‘just.’"
Luke Storm: "Gone."
[A beat.]
Luke Storm: "No sign. No noise. No struggle."
[They reach the loading doors.]
[Storm shoves one open.]
Luke Storm: "Just… gone."
[Newton steps inside behind him.]
Edward Newton: "And you came here."
[Storm stops walking and turns to his brother.]
Luke Storm: "I came to you, Eddie."
[Steps closer.]
Luke Storm: "Because if there’s a pattern…"
[Points to Newton’s head.]
Luke Storm: "You see it."
[Newton doesn’t respond immediately.]
Edward Newton: "You’re assuming there is one."
[Beat.]
Edward Newton: "That this isn’t random."
[Storm laughs.]
Luke Storm: "Random? In OSW?"
[Shakes his head.]
Luke Storm: "No such thing. It always comes back here."
[A beat.]
Edward Newton: "Then we start with what we know."
[Storm reaches into his pocket.]
[Pulls it out the locket.]
[Still stained.]
[Newton’s composure cracks just slightly.]
Edward Newton: "Where did you find it?"
Luke Storm: "On the floor."
[Newton’s eyes flick to it.]
Edward Newton: "That’s not a message."
[Then back to Storm.]
Edward Newton: "Messages are meant to be understood."
[Storm clenches his jaw.]
Luke Storm: "Then I’m going to shoot every fucking messenger."
[Newton exhales.]
[But he doesn’t argue.]
[Cut.]
Commencement
[The arena lights dim to a blood-red glow as ominous chanting echoes through the speakers. This is followed by the strong guitar rift of “Obey”.]
Signal: “Here comes the Ultraviolent Champion, hot off an impressive victory against Mr. Grimm at Invasion.”
[Propaganda emerges in his hooded robe, flanked by masked disciples holding banners of his slogans.]
Black Scar: “He walks with the swagger of a man who has something to say and expects to be heard.”
Signal: “He’s spoke about broadcasting and assembling believers. One can only assume this has something to do with his search.”
[He makes his way to the ring to address the masses.]
Propaganda: “The message has been clear all along. Broadcast to ears like yours that cannot seem to hear.”
[He ignores the booing that he receives in response.]
Propaganda: “Consider this a commencement. I have proven my unrivalled power, and my right to be heard. My broadcast will not, can not be ignored any longer.”
[Propaganda holds his Ultraviolent Championship aloft, his followers breaking out into rapturous applause.]
Propaganda: “The search for one who will help strengthen our broadcast will soon come to fruition. Soon, nobody will-”
[Without warning , the arena drops to black.]
[A single bullbell echoes.]
Signal: “Del Toro! I don’t think he’s one that’s going to be paying much attention to the commencement broadcast.”
Black Scar: “How rude, Propaganda was just getting to the point.”
[Santiago Del Toro stands in the entranceway, cape fluttering. He points a warning finger at Propaganda, but says nothing.]
[As one, Propaganda’s believers begin to close in on him.]
Santiago Del Toro: “Bring the fight. Bring them all, but I think you’re focused on the wrong thing. At Invasion, you may have won that belt, but I won the right to take it off you.”
[He moves forward, the sea of believers parting before him at Propaganda’s command.]
Santiago Del Toro: “I just need one opportunity to take the bull by the horns.”
[He slides into the ring, standing face to face with Propaganda.]
Santiago Del Toro: “And I hope you’re watching, because I’m about to show you exactly what I mean.
[Propaganda is escorted out of the ring by the ruleador.]
Signal: "And Del Toro is in action, right now."
Signal: “We're about to find out what happens when two strange... things? Collide.”
Black Scar: “I couldn't have put it better myself”
[Colossus charges Del Toro, who, naturally, side-steps him.]
Black Scar: “¡Olé!”
[Santiago dropkicks Jurassic in the back, sending him face-first into the corner!]
[The Last Dinosaur spins round and throws a punch at Del Toro, but the Spaniard grabs his fist…]
Signal: “Santiago scaling the turnbuckle and walking the ropes, not letting go–”
[He leaps off into a top-rope arm drag, flooring the Colossus!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[JURASSIC BENCH-PRESSES HIM OFF!]
[Del Toro gets to his feet–]
[But a gargantuan clothesline turns him inside-out!]
Black Scar: “I think The Matador of Souls’ soul just left his body!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[SHOULDER UP!]
[Colossus lifts Santiago clean off the mat.]
[Keeping hold of him, he drops him across his knee again and again!]
[He finally releases him with a fallaway slam!]
[Del Toro crawls away, but Jurassic leans on the ropes and stands on his back!]
[The Ruleador counts to four, and Colossus lets him go.]
Signal: “Jurassic manages to rein in his animal instincts to avoid a disqualification!”
[The 65-million-year-old predator stalks his prey…]
[He stomps across the ring–]
[SANTIAGO THROWS HIS CAPE OVER HIS HEAD!]
[FOREARM SMASH - SINISTER MULETA!]
[Colossus falls to one knee.]
Black Scar: “Uh-oh - Jurassic is a sitting duck, Siggy!”
[Del Toro runs at him–]
[BUSAIKU KNEE!]
[PHANTOM COR–NADA!]
[JURASSIC COUNTERS WITH A WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER!]
Signal: “SHARPTOOH SHATTER!”
[With Santiago right where he wants him, Colossus goes to the apron…]
[Del Toro rises groggily…]
[BUCKSHOT HEADBUTT–]
[BUSAIKU KNEE!]
[Santiago COUNTERS EXTINCTION’S LAMENT with the PHANTOM CORNADA!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Black Scar: “The Matador of Souls skewers the biggest bull he’s ever faced!”
Winner: Santiago Del Toro
Wrath
[Crashing.]
[Screaming.]
[Crunching.]
[We see a shadow darting through the halls of a Family compound. Members drop like flies to an unseen assailant, their blows landing upon every last member of the Family with ruthless precision.]
Family Member: "Help us!"
[A blow to the back of the skull sends him careening to the ground, the yell for help silenced in an instant.]
Family Member: "IT'S IN-"
[Another brutal crack rings out, the Family Member landing head first against the wall next to him before being left to slide slowly to the floor.]
Signal: "By God, what are we seeing here, Scar?"
Black Scar: "What does it look like, Sig? It's a massacre!"
[We watch the scene travel through the compound, the bodies of broken Family members piling up room by room.]
[Then it stops.]
[This faceless force disappears into the darkness as quickly as it arrived, the front door slowly creaking open.]
Signal: "It's Padre! The Family just might be saved from this force of nature!"
Black Scar: "Too little too late, Sig. I don't think there's a single person here who's still conscious."
[Padre walks towards the center of the building, kneeling down next to one of his kin and cradling their head. A simmering rage beneath his calm demeanor.]
Padre Del La Venganza: "Who did this to us?"
[However, there's no response from the unconscious cultist. Padre lays them down before standing up and scanning the room for anything. A note, a sign, anything.]
[Yet all he sees is brutalized bodies and shattered bones.]
Padre Del La Venganza: "Bellator."
[He spits the name like poison, his eyes glued to the carnage around him.]
Signal: "Bellator? Lux Bellator? I don't know, Scar. He's never done anything like this.""
Black Scar: "I can't disagree, Sig. If this was Lux Bellator, then the only thing I can call this is Holy Wrath."
[Cut.]
Taken
[Dolly Daydream wakes. Eyes blinking, adjusting to the artificial light.]
[She’s been taken… somewhere.]
[Unfamiliar surroundings, but not the kind you keep a captive in. She’s laid reclining on a daybed, comfortable pillows supporting her back.]
[Rose petals surround her.]
[Beside her, on a small table stands a glass of red wine and a familiar rose.]
[The very rose that Glitter gave her.]
Glitter: “Oh, you’re awake. How splendid. I was getting worried that I would have to… revive you a different way.”
[Glitter steps into view, blocking some of the light that had been blinding Dolly. Dolly seems more confused than usual, tilting her head to one side.]
Dolly Daydream: “I… er… what?”
[Glitter kneels at her bedside, drawing themselves uncomfortably close.]
Glitter: “I rescued you. Triumphantly. You should have seen it, but you were unconscious at the time.”
[Dolly’s eyes slowly begin to get a flicker of memory passing through them.]
Glitter: “Any moment longer and there’s no telling what could have happened. Not with that, thing that showed up. Oh, I forgot, you were unconscious… You missed all of that too. Never mind, we have a lot of catching up-”
Dolly Daydream: “How… How long have you been watching me?”
[Glitter stands, the change of topic throwing them for a fleeting moment.]
Glitter: “I’ve just been looking after you, giving you that… sweet healing.”
[Dolly completely glosses over Glitter’s words, despite them dripping with double entendre.]
Dolly Daydream: I won, didn’t I? Where’s my briefcase?”
[Dolly moves to pull herself off the daybed, but Glitter thrusts the glass of red wine into her hand.]
Glitter: “Stay and have a celebration drink, won’t you?”
[Dolly shakes her head, putting the glass down.]
Dolly Daydream: Look, you’re nice and everything to look after me, but you can’t keep me here. I’ve got to go.”
Glitter: You’re free to go, of course you are!”
[Dolly stands, smiling sweetly at Glitter. She picks up the rose and smells it.]
Dolly Daydream: “I will take this though, so sweet.”
[Dolly moves to leave, but Glitter calls after her.]
Glitter: There will, however, be a time where friendship and loyalty must be reciprocated. I’ll expect you would repay my… kindness... someday.
[Dolly furrows her brow to think of what Glitter might mean, but shrugs carefreely and skips away into the night.]
[Cut.]
Black Scar: “The doctor is in, and he’s aiming to teach this ‘Desperado’ how things work here in OSW.”
Signal: “This promises to be an exciting debut for Deadeye, but will Vinell hit the brakes on it before it can even start?”
[The bell is rung and Deadeye immediately goes on the attack with a wild flurry of punches.]
[However, in the midst of the Desperado’s onslaught, Vinell shoves him across the ring with unusual strength!]
Signal: “Woah! When did the Doctor get so strong!?”
Black Scar: “I don’t know, but I’m happy to see this newfound power from Vinell. It could mean that the cowboy won’t be able to just brawl his way to victory.”
[The Doctor picks the Gunman up with relative ease before hoisting him onto his shoulders, dropping him down with a massive powerbomb!]
[Dr. E doesn’t give the Cowboy a moment to register what happened as he immediately spins him around, locking in the QUANTUM MECHANICS stretch muffler!]
[Deadeye hollers out in pain as Vinell lifts him off the ground.]
[Out of desperation, the Desperado reaches up and rakes the Doctor’s eyes, causing him to drop the Cowboy to the floor.]
[Deadeye stands up and takes the doctor down with the REVOLVER discus clothesline!]
[The doctor pulls himself up to his feet, but the Gunman drops him on his head with a piledriver he calls REDEMPTION!]
[The Desperado signals for the end as he pulls the Doctor up to his feet, looking to FEED THE BUZZARDS with a swinging reverse STO!]
[But Vinell counters! PATIENT ZERO!]
[No! Deadeye counters the counter! DEADSHOT! The stunner jawjacks Vinell as he collapses to the canvas!]
[Cover!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!!]
[THREE!!!]
Signal: “Despite his freakish strength, Dr. E didn’t have what it takes to put down the Desperado!”
Winner: Deadeye
Hunting A Killer
[EXT. MOLVANIA — THE ALLEY OUTSIDE THE TEMPLE — NIGHT.]
[The same alley.]
[But it hasn’t recovered.]
[The blood is still there — dark, dried into the concrete.]
[The spray-painted D remains on the wall, jagged, deliberate, impossible to ignore.]
[The wind moves through the narrow space, carrying dust… and silence.]
[Darkwish stands alone in the center of it.]
[Still. Studying.]
[His eyes trace the blood. The wall. The shape of what happened.]
Signal: "We’re back where it happened…"
Black Scar: "And it still stinks of it."
[Darkwish crouches slightly, running his fingers just above the dried stain — not touching it.]
Darkwish: "Right outside the Temple…"
[A beat.]
Darkwish: "Not hidden."
[He stands.]
Darkwish: "Not subtle."
[A pause.]
Darkwish: "A message."
[The shadows behind him shift.]
[Slow. Controlled.]
[Aranza emerges, silent as a blade being drawn.]
[But before she can speak—]
Darkwish: "You don’t stalk quietly enough."
[Aranza stops.]
[A flicker of amusement beneath the mask.]
Aranza: "You sent for me."
[A step forward.]
Aranza: "I came."
[She gestures slightly.]
Aranza: "So tell me why."
[Darkwish turns to face her fully.]
[Serious. Focused.]
Darkwish: "Because I don’t think this ends with him."
[He nods toward the blood.]
Darkwish: "I think this is the beginning."
Signal: "He thinks there’s more coming…"
Black Scar: "He’s right."
[Aranza tilts her head, studying the scene again.]
Aranza: "Then find your killer."
[A beat.]
Aranza: "I hunt alone."
[She turns slightly, already disengaging.]
Aranza: "And I already have prey."
[A faint edge creeps into her voice.]
Aranza: "Something that hunts me back."
[Darkwish doesn’t react.]
Darkwish: "Good."
[She pauses.]
[Looks back.]
Darkwish: "That’s where we start."
[Silence settles between them.]
[The wind picks up again, brushing past the bloodstain and the mark on the wall.]
[Two hunters.]
[One trail.]
[Cut.]
The Muscle
[INT. UNKNOWN ROOM — CANDLELIGHT.]
[Dozens of candles burn low, their flames trembling as if disturbed by something unseen.]
[Shadows crawl across the walls.]
[A low, constant static hum fills the space — not loud, but invasive. Like interference bleeding into reality.]
[Propaganda stands at the center, bathed in flickering light.]
[Across from him— a figure sits in darkness.]
[Unseen. Silent.]
Propaganda: "The message… has not reached as far as I intended."
[The static crackles softly behind his words.]
Propaganda:"They hear it…"
[A step forward.]
Propaganda: "But they are not receiving it."
[A pause.]
Propaganda: "Not yet."
[The candles flicker harder.]
Propaganda: "So I adapt."
[A beat.]
Propaganda: "I build an unstoppable force."
[A pause.]
Propaganda: "One that does not ask for belief…"
[A breath.]
Propaganda: "But enforces it."
[The static distorts slightly.]
Propaganda: "And to begin… I need muscle."
[He steps closer to the darkness.]
Propaganda:"Someone who can bend others to their will. Someone who understands control."
[The figure shifts.]
[Leans forward.]
[The candlelight finally catches him.]
[Blackhand Moretti.]
[Calm. Calculating.]
Blackhand Moretti: "You’re askin’ a lot."
[A beat.]
Blackhand Moretti: "So what’s in it for me?"
[Propaganda doesn’t hesitate.]
Propaganda: "When the great change occurs…"
[A slow step closer.]
Propaganda: "Control will not be taken."
[A pause.]
Propaganda:"It will be granted."
[Their eyes meet.]
Propaganda: "The criminal underworld… will be yours."
[Silence.]
[The static hum deepens.]
[Moretti leans back slightly, considering.]
Blackhand Moretti: "That’s a big promise."
[A pause.]
[He stands.]
Blackhand Moretti: "I’ll think about it."
[He turns, stepping back into shadow.]
[The candles flicker again.]
[Propaganda remains still.]
[Watching.]
[Listening.]
[The static continues.]
[Cut.]
Signal: Two burgening alliances go head to head tonight here folks. A possible romance may have been born from a terrifying melody but can Glitter and the Invasion briefcase winner Dolly Daydream face off against the two men who look to unmask everyone?
Black Scar: Glitter's whole thing with Miss Polly Pocket may be cute but DeMasq are dangerous men and any antics the Sinful One may look to do may well not work here.
[The bell sounds as Dolly starts off with Standard, Dolly rushing at Standard with a leaping headscissors but Jack manages to block it, transitioning through as he lifts up Daydream high before slamming her down to the mat with a modified Mat Slam.]
[Standard stays down, trying to hook in a fish hook like hold on Dolly but Daydream manages to wiggle her way out, stumbling to her feet, attempting a tag.]
Signal: GLITTER IS PULLED OFF...THE APRON! Academius drops him to the floor before Dolly can tag herself out.
[Dolly turns into a big time knee by Jack before a double arm Suplex sends her flying into the opposite corner. Standard quickly tagging out to Academius before the pair begin to put the boots to her.]
Black Scar: Academius and Standard beating the stuffing out of Dolly here. Academius nailing another Suplex before tagging Standard back in.
[Standard and Academius tagging in and out, both nailing one move before tagging out. Standard a hard Side Slam, setting Academius up for a bottom rope legdrop across the chest. ]
[The Scholar lifts Dolly up, locking in a Full Nelson as Jack Standard backs up.]
[THAT DAMN KICK...TO ACADEMIUS! Dolly managed to slip out as Standard nails his own partner with a huge Savate. Standard turning into ]
[PERFECTION! Codebreaker nails Standard as Dolly rushes to the ropes, finally tagging in Glitter who rushes in like a house on fire.]
Signal: T-Bone Suplex to Standard! T-Bone Suplex to Academius. Glitter picks up Academius, lifting him up high
[GLITTER BOMB INTO THE CORNER! ]
[Standard stumbles to his feet, Glitter looking for the BBT]
[Standard moves out of the way just in time as Glitter nearly nails Dolly with the kick. Glitter backs off, flustered and apologising as Standard drops low]
[PUNCH TO THE COCK....DOES NOTHING.]
Black Scar: About as effective as headbutting a Samoan...if that Samoan got off on it too]
[Glitter turns, licking his lips as he drops down, grabbing a big ass handful of Standard's...little Jacks before swinging him around]
[ORGASM BUTTON! Glitter bridges back, trapping Standard in a pinning situation as the Ruleador drops down for the cover]
[ONE...]
[.....]
[TWO]
[.....]
[.........]
[Academius tries to run in]
[BUT HE RUNS RIGHT INTO THE PERFECTION CODEBREAKER]
[.........]
[THREE!!!]
Black Scar: The new couple pick up the victory here tonight as Standard and Academius falter at the first hurdle
Winners: Dolly Daydream & Glitter
The Motivator Always Smiles Twice
[Black and white.]
[A jazzy tune playing in the background.]
[Adorned in a a fedora, he walks through a very familiar hallway. Ziggy Robbins' voice speaks over the scene.]
Ziggy Robbins(Voice Over): "A lot can change over two weeks. Dates, the weather, and frowns. Just like this case, I planned on turning mine upside down."
[He leans down, examining the crime scene, hand on his chin, eyes glossing over every little detail.]
Ziggy Robbins(Voice Over): "My brother was many things. Excellent dancer, bad with money. When it came to bad habits, he treated them like a pool."
[Ziggy makes a noncommittal hand gesture.]
Ziggy Robbins(Voice Over): "He swam like he budgeted. But just because he can't balance a check book doesn't mean he doesn't deserve to be fished out of that pond."
[Members of the OSW faculty shuffle about the hallway while Ziggy examines it. He holds up a finger, wagging it happily as he finds exactly what he came to look for.]
[Pills. Their orange bottles the only splash of color against the black and white.]
Ziggy Robbins(Voice Over): "I like bright colors, but these bottles of truth were left me feeling like Justice."
Ziggy Robbins(Voice Over): "Blind."
[Turning the bottles in his hands, Ziggy examines the labels, looking at the tears before peeling some off both bottles, placing them together like a puzzle to reveal a very important name.]
[Ace Pharmacy.]
Ziggy Robbins(Voice Over): "Yet now I could see. My ace in the hole playing fifty-two pickup with the trail. Thankfully, my hands move as fast as my mouth."
Faculty: "Uh... Who are you talking to?"
[The scene pops back into full color, Ziggy looking at a member of OSW staff who clearly overheard everything Ziggy just said.]
Ziggy Robbins: "Self motivation! A shift in perspective is all one needs to make their goals attainable! Now, if you excuse me, I have a mystery to solve."
[The scene fades back to black and white, Ziggy pocketing the pills as he makes his way down the hallway, jazz music playing as he does.]
[Cut.]
Wanted...
[Backstage, Dr. Cube walks alone.]
[He turns a corner—]
[—AND GETS BLINDSIDED.]
[SUPERKICK FROM LUKE STORM!]
Signal: “WHAT THE—?!”
Black Scar: “Storm just took Cube’s head off!”
[Edward Newton steps in immediately as Storm grabs Cube by the collar, holding him up.]
Luke Storm: “Where is she?!”
[Cube groans, dazed.]
Dr. Cube: “Ah…”
[A cough.]
Dr. Cube: “The game comes to me.”
[Storm drives the point of his elbow into Cube’s neck.]
Luke Storm: “I’m not playing, blockhead.”
[Newton crouches in front of Cube.]
Edward Newton: “You don’t understand the question yet.”
[Cube tilts his head.]
Dr. Cube: “Then ask it properly.”
[Newton leans in closer.]
Edward Newton: “The locket.”
[Cube’s eyes flicker.]
Edward Newton: “The girl it belonged to is named Scarlett, and she’s very dear to me.”
Signal: “Scarlett?!”
Black Scar: “That’s Storm’s daughter! Newton’s niece!”
[Storm freezes for half a second…]
[THEN EXPLODES!]
Luke Storm: “WHERE IS SHE?!”
[He lifts Cube clean off his feet.]
Dr. Cube: “You think I take children?”
[Storm cocks his fist—BUT A HAND GRABS HIM.]
Signal: “Warlord Mars was looking for the War Machine, and he’s found one of them!”
Black Scar: “Just in time!”
[He rips Storm back, and they go nose to nose.]
Warlord Mars: “LET’S GO MOVIE BITCH!”
[Newton moves instantly, pulling Storm away.]
[Storm tries to lunge again, but the Riddler holds firm.]
Edward Newton: “No.”
[Newton’s eyes never leave Cube as they back away.]
Edward Newton: “He didn’t do this.”
[Storm turns, and Newton uses the opportunity to push him down a corridor.]
Luke Storm: “Then who the hell did?!”
[Newton exhales.]
Edward Newton: “We started in the wrong place, I’m afraid. We aren’t asking the right question.”
Luke Storm: “Speak English, Eddie.”
[Newton turns back to him.]
Edward Newton: “If I’m right…”
[A beat as he trails off.]
Edward Newton: “I’ll fill you in later. I need prep time.”
[Cut.]
[As we focus on the ring, we see Lux Bellator struggling to keep himself up, his face pallor the color of ivory, and he wipes flop sweat from his eyes.]
Black Scar: “It looks like our religious do-gooder is struggling to hold his ground and the bell hasn’t even rung.”
Signal: “I must admit Scar; it does look like Lux isn’t in the best condition for tonight’s match. Especially with a foe like Mr. Grimm in front of him.”
[The bell sounds and Grimm is locked in on his weakened foe with a Shotgun Dropkick that knocks him back into the corner, bouncing The Light Warrior off the turnbuckles.]
[Bellator lands on the ground in a heap as Grimm stalks him like a predator looking over his wounded prey before going in for the Camel Clutch – THE COLD EMBRACE!]
[LUX STRUGGLES AGAINST THE HOLD WEAKLY BUT MANAGES TO FLAIL HIS FEET ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!]
[The Ruleador calls for the break, and The Pale Rider retains the hold for four-count before releasing the hold, a sadistic glint in his eyes.]
Signal: Bellator is nothing but heart here tonight!
Black Scar: If he wins here tonight, he’ll win on that pure heart alone because Grimm has his mean streak on full display tonight!
[Grimm peels The Light Warrior off the canvas and draws his thumb across his throat as he does.]
[GOOZLE!]
[TO]
[THE]
[CRADLE!]
[BELLATOR COUNTERS THE CHOKESLAM INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE WRAPPING GRIMM UP TIGHT!]
[ONE!]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[TWO!]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[THREE!]
[BELLATOR ROLLS OUT OF THE RING AFTER PICKING UP THE VICTORY AND COLLAPSES ON THE OUTSIDE UNABLE TO HOLD HIMSELF UP!]
Black Scar: “A weakened Lux Bellator just upset Mr. Grimm but at what cost he took a beating to get that W.”
Signal: “You must admit, it takes a lot of heart to even come out here under the circumstances and to get the win.”
Black Scar: “It was a bad decision, Signal. Lux should’ve taken the night off he can’t even stand to celebrate the victory.”
Winner: Lux Bellator
Blood
[In a grungy corridor, Dr. E. Vinell leans against a concrete wall.]
[His breathing is shallow.]
[Sweat pools through the scrubs under his lab coat.]
Black Scar: “I think the Doctor needs a doctor…”
[Vinell clenches his fists—]
[THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!]
[HE PUNCHES THE WALL OVER AND OVER AGAIN!]
Signal: “He must’ve just broken every bone in his hands!”
[Cracks spiderweb through the breeze blocks.]
[The Good Doctor… Laughs!?]
Dr. E. Vinell: “So potent.”
[He flexes his fingers painlessly.]
[Thwap, thwap, thwap.]
[Hisssss!]
[Smiling through his mask, Vinell turns round, coming face to face with The Jurassic Colossus.]
Signal: “Looks like these two have unfinished business!”
[Colossus scrutinises Vinell, in the same way the Doctor observes his test subjects.]
[He speaks in a guttural voice.]
Jurassic Colossus: “Nice moves out there, meatsack.”
[Vinell smiles and holds up his mitts.]
Dr. E. Vinell: “I owe my physical prowess to you.”
[The Last Dinosaur frowns.]
Jurassic Colossus: “I almost bit your hand off at Invasion! How’d it heal so fast?”
Dr. E. Vinell: “Before treating the wound, I ran tests. Your blood is special.”
Jurassic Colossus: “What did you do!?”
Dr. E. Vinell: “Your blood now runs through my veins. I’m enjoying the perks!”
Signal: “What kind of quackery is this!?”
[Jurassic smiles, his forked tongue licking his teeth.]
Jurassic Colossus: “I think it’s time for a little bloodletting, Doc!”
[COLOSSUS LUNGES—]
[VINELL GRABS HIM BY THE THROAT!]
[THE DOCTOR PINS HIM TO THE WALL WITH ONE ARM!]
[Jurassic’s eyes bulge. He kicks his legs and struggles, but the mad scientist stands firm.]
Dr. E. Vinell: [cackling] “I FEEL ALIVE!”
[Poised to strike, Vinell suddenly relents.]
Dr. E. Vinell: [weakly] “Too far… Need more…”
[With his last ounce of energy, Doc throws Colossus aside, then scurries away - perhaps for a top-up!?]
[Jurassic is left nursing his throat.]
Wanted: Dead or Alive
[INT. MARVOLO’S OFFICE — NIGHT.]
[The door opens.]
[Marvolo steps in mid-stride—]
—and stops.
[Deadeye sits behind his desk.]
[Boots up. Hat low. Still as stone.]
[A six-shooter is already drawn, aimed directly at Marvolo’s chest.]
[The room is quiet. Too quiet.]
Signal: "…What the hell?!"
Black Scar: "That’s a problem you don’t talk your way out of."
[Marvolo slowly closes the door behind him.]
[Carefully.]
Marvolo: "You’ve made your point."
[Deadeye doesn’t move.]
[Doesn’t blink.]
Deadeye: "If I pull this trigger…"
[A slight tilt of the gun.]
Deadeye: "I don’t miss."
[A beat.]
Deadeye: "So don’t bother runnin’."
[Marvolo holds his ground.]
Marvolo: "Then why haven’t you? What do you want?"
[Deadeye studies him for a moment.]
[Then lowers the hammer slightly… but keeps the aim steady.]
Deadeye: "I took a contract that wanted you dead or alive."
[Marvolo’s eyes flicker.]
Deadeye: "So I came here. Took a spot on your roster and walked myself right into your office."
[Silence.]
Marvolo: "And yet… I’m still breathing."
[Deadeye nods once.]
Deadeye:"Yeah."
[A beat.]
Deadeye: "This place got me thinkin’."
[He gestures slightly with the gun — not threatening, just… conversational.]
Deadeye: "All this. All these people. All this control."
[His voice lowers.]
Deadeye: "If someone wants the man runnin’ it dead…"
[A slow breath.]
Deadeye: "How bad does that man wanna stay alive?"
[Marvolo doesn’t answer.]
[Deadeye watches him.]
[Measuring.]
Deadeye: "So here’s how this goes."
[He finally lowers the gun— but doesn’t holster it.]
Deadeye: "I ain’t pullin’ the trigger."
[A beat.]
Deadeye: "Not yet."
[He leans forward slightly.]
Deadeye: "I’ll give you time."
[A pause.]
Deadeye: "Until Pandemonium. You come up with a better offer… and maybe I take it."
[He stands.]
[Slow. Controlled.]
Deadeye: "If not…"
[A beat.]
[He spins the revolver once, smooth, practiced.]
Deadeye: "I finish the job."
[Silence.]
[Deadeye steps past Marvolo.]
[Opens the door.]
[Stops just before leaving.]
Deadeye: "Tick tock."
[He exits.]
[The door creaks shut.]
[Marvolo stands alone.]
[The desk… no longer his safe place.]
Signal: "Marvolo just had a gun pointed at him in his own office…"
Black Scar: "And now he’s got a deadline."
Signal: “Former team mates. Former friends? That might be a stretch but the Gift of the Gods Champion looks to be where Newton found himself at Invasion!”
Black Scar: “On the losin' end of Cube, you mean?”
[Pixelshift dropkicks Newton’s knee right out of the gate, then hits the ropes and snaps him into the mat with a neckbreaker!]
Signal: “Very wise of Pixelshift to go on the offensive and not get drawn into a game of wits with Newton!”
[Neon Player One ducks onto the apron, then slingshots himself in with a hilo!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[KICKOUT!]
Black Scar: “It’ll take more than that to solve this puzzle!”
[Pixelshift sizes him up…]
[SHINING WIZ–Edward sweeps his legs!]
[The Enigma grapevines them–]
Signal: “He’s looking for the RIDDLE BOX sharpshooter!”
[The Gift of the Gods Champion, however, kicks Newton into the corner.]
[Pixelshift charges up…]
[CORNER SPLASH - Edward strafes it!]
[1UP Wonder’s head clocks the top turnbuckle pad. Newton grabs the back of his neck and bounces him off of it again and again!]
Black Scar: “RIDDLE ME THAT, Siggy!”
[Edward scoops Pixelshift onto his shoulders...]
[ENIGMA CODE!]
[PIXELSHIFT COUNTERS INTO A TORNADO DDT!]
[Save Point Saint pauses to catch his breath–]
[Newton rolls him onto his shoulders!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
[NO - SHOULDER UP!]
Black Scar: “What a noob - ya can’t give Newton any respite!”
[Both men roll onto their feet, fatigued.]
[Pixelshift steps forwards, only to FREEZE!]
[Edward advances…]
[CUTTER OUT OF NOWHERE–]
Signal: “LAG SPIKE!?”
Black Scar: “NEWTON THROWS HIM OFF! He knew it was coming!”
[The Genius catches Pixelshift out with a JUMPING IMPLANT DDT!]
Signal: “NEVERMIND, Scar! This one’s over!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Black Scar: “Newton scores a big win over the first double-champion, Pixelshift!”
Winner: Edward Newton
The First
[Ringside — moments after the match.]
[Edward Newton stands tall, composed, already turning away from the aftermath.]
[PixelShift stirs on the canvas.]
[He rolls to his side… pushes himself up, barely steady.]
Signal: "PixelShift gave everything… but Newton was just one step ahead."
Black Scar: "That’s what happens when you play his game."
[PixelShift gets to his feet—]
[The tron flickers.]
[Static.]
[The arena lights dim slightly as the screen stabilizes.]
[Footage appears.]
[EXT. UNKNOWN — MOLVANIA.]
[Shaky. Handheld.]
[The sound hits first.]
[Violence.]
[Echoing.]
[Dull thuds. Struggles. Something being dragged.]
[The camera moves forward.]
[Through a broken doorway.]
[INT. ABANDONED CHURCH.]
[Filthy. Rotting. Stained glass shattered.]
[Moonlight spills through broken windows, casting jagged shadows across the floor.]
[Pews overturned.]
[Blood smeared along the aisle.]
[The camera moves slowly… deliberately.]
[Breathing can be heard behind it.]
[It stops.]
[Focuses.]
[Academius sits on a pew.]
[Still.]
[Bloodied.]
[Mask scuffed. Clothes torn.]
[But composed.]
[In his hand— something hangs loosely.]
[Jack Standard’s voice comes from behind the camera.]
Jack Standard: "Is it done?"
[Academius lifts his head slowly.]
[Calm. Cold.]
Academius: "It is."
[He tosses the object forward.]
[It hits the floor with a dull thud.]
[Jack tilts the camera down.]
[Zooms in.]
[Revealing—]
[Reverend Blackheart’s mask.]
[Cracked.]
[Blood-soaked.]
Signal: "Oh no…"
Black Scar: "They took his mask…"
[Back on the screen—]
[Jack lets the camera linger on it.]
Jack Standard: "That’s the first."
[A beat.]
[Academius rises.]
[Slow. Methodical.]
[He steps toward the camera.]
[Looks directly into it.]
[Through it.]
[At PixelShift.]
Academius: "You will address me as Sir…"
[A pause.]
Academius: "And you will remember this moment."
[He leans in slightly.]
Academius: "Because your mask… will soon follow."
[The footage glitches.]
[Static consumes the screen.]
[Back in the arena.]
[PixelShift stares at the tron.]
[Processing.]
Signal: "This is exactly what Standard was talking about…"
Black Scar: "DEMASQ just made its first move."
Pale Rider
[The parking lot.]
[Muffled crowd noise bleeds through the walls.]
[The doors swing open.]
[Mr. Grimm steps out.]
Signal: “Grimm already had his match earlier…”
Black Scar: “And he still looks like he’s got souls to reap.”
[He walks toward the shadows.]
[A low rumble.]
[Growing.]
[Grimm stops as the rumble builds into a roar.]
[Headlights cut across the lot.]
[Fog rolls low along the pavement.]
[The Pale Rider emerges from the darkness.]
Signal: “IN HER FULL GLORY!”
Black Scar: “We saw it at Invasion, but this is amazing.”
[The bike rolls to a stop beside him.]
[The engine snarls.]
[Grimm turns slowly and places a hand on the handlebar.]
Mr Grimm: “They tried to bury me. They tried to break the steed…”
[His grip tightens.]
Mr Grimm: “…and thought the rider would fall with it.”
[He swings onto the bike.]
[The engine roars beneath him.]
Mr Grimm: “They were wrong.”
[Silence hangs.]
Mr Grimm: “Because I am not the machine. I am what rides it.”
[The headlights flicker.]
Mr Grimm: “So if there is anyone left…”
[His helmet turns slightly toward the darkness beyond the lot.]
Mr Grimm: “…who believes they can stand in front of me—”
[The engine screams.]
Mr Grimm: “Step forward.”
[A beat.]
Mr Grimm: “Or be dragged.”
[Silence.]
Black Scar: “Who the hell is going to step to Mr. Grimm?”
Signal: “Someone who’s crazy, Scar!”
[Across the lot, near the far fence, a figure is watching.]
Signal: “…You see that?”
Black Scar: “Yeah…”
[Grimm doesn’t turn fully.]
[Just enough.]
[He knows.]
[The moment stretches, then Grimm slowly pulls away.]
[The Pale Rider disappears back into the night.]
[The figure stays.]
[Still watching.]
[Cut.]
Signal: We've got a huge main event here tonight. After a mixed bag of an Invasion, War Machine look to regroup as they take on three of the very best in OSW today
Black Scar: Hey, Santagio may have lost clean but Mars got screwed by that nerds chickanery and Dr Cube become one of the very few men to ever beat Edward Newton in a World Championship match. Besides, look at the other side, all three of them lost at Invasion and Moretti still looks out of it.
Signal: That big attack recently does look like it's still got a hold of Moretti, the Blackand bandaged up but you know that won't make him any less dangerous.
[The bell sounds as Santiago starts off with Darkwish, the Hitman rushing forward as he looks for a Superkick but Darkwish ducks underneath, rocking a turning Siniestro with a hard european uppercut.]
[KIRBY'S KA...NO! Darkwish tries to lock in the Chicken Wing but Siniestro bridges back, locking Darkwish into a pinfall attempt.]
[ONE]
[.......]
[..........]
[TW...Not even a two count as Darkwish manages to kick out. Scarred Justice staggering back up into a flurry of lefts and rights, a big elbow rocking him before he's lifted up.]
[BRAIN...NO! Darkwish slips out of the Brainbuster before backing up as Santiago turns around]
[RIGHT INTO DARKNESS FALLS! Superkick right on the button knocks Santiago down, Darkwish still a little light on his feet as he stumbles back]
[Into a blind tag by Blackhand Moretti.]
Signal: Interesting move by Moretti, Darkwish doesn't look happy by that but I don't think Moretti cares
[Siniestro staggers up into a flurry of lefts and rights by Moretti, the bigger man punishing the Hitman with brutal strikes and knees before he twists his arm]
[MADE MAN! Sickening Short-Arm Lariat into a brutal Headbutt nearly knocks Santiago out cold. But Moretti doesn't let up, pulling Santiago up by the mask ]
[GOOZLE. CONCRETE...NO! Santagio manages to get a thumb to the eye, blinding Moretti and dropping the hold as Siniestro scrambles to his corner.]
[And Tags in Warlord Mars.]
Black Scar: Welp, here comes the pain.
[Moretti blinks, seeing once more as he looks up at Mars. The Boss chuckles to himself, rushing forward]
[OMERTA! BIG BOOT BOUNCES OFF WARLORD MARS!]
[Moretti falls on his ass, fury in his eyes now as he scrambles up, rushing at Mars again]
[INTO A BIG BOOT OF HIS OWN THAT TURNS MORETTI INSIDE FUCKING OUT]
[Mars roars out in fury, peeling Moretti off the mat before Biel Tossing him into the corner with a thud. Moretti barely able to stand up on his own feet.]
Signal: Bone Crushing Avalanche Splash! Mars nearly sends Moretti through the steel from the inhuman like impact.
[Mars peels Moretti out of the corner, looking over as Dr Cube reaches over and tags in the leader of War Machine and OSW World Champion.]
[Mars drops Moretti to the mat as Cube slowly begins to stalk the Mobster. Moretti slowly staggering to his feet into a grip from behind]
[RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! Moretti is thrown head over heels right on his goddamn neck in a sickening thud, Cube barely letting Moretti land before he lifts him up again, ]
[DRAGON SUPLEX! Moretti lands once more on the back of his head, Cube lifting him up again before folding his arms around his throat.]
[STRAIGHT JACKET...NO! Moretti rears back, kicking Cube low in a desperate attempt to escape the Trifecta. Cube doubling over in pain as Moretti rushes forward, tagging in Darkwish.]
[As Dr Cube immediately tags in Warlord Mars.]
Signal: Cube doesn't seem to want anything to do with the fresh Darkwish here.
Black Scar: It ain't that Siggy, he's just playing smart. Why fight when you have a walking arsenal to do the job for you?
[Darkwish rushes forward, leaping up high]
[MARS CATCHES THE SUPERKICK!]
[He sneers, lifting up a fighting Darkwish who throws out strikes that seem to bounce off the much bigger man, who chuckles sadistically]
[BEFORE NEARLY PLANTING DARKWISH THROUGH THE MAT WITH A CHOKESLAM!]
[Darkwish slowly stumbles up, holding his back in pain, right into a running body check that nearly cuts him in half. Mars barely lets Justice hit the mat before he lifts him up. Delivering three damn near jaw breaking slaps before hoisting him up high]
[AND NEARLY BREAKING THE RING WITH A POWERBOMB]
[Mars drops down, covering as the ruleador slides down to count]
[ONE]
[..........]
[..................]
[TWO]
[..............]
[..................]
[ARANZA JUST BREAKS IT UP]
Signal: That could've been it there, Aranza saving the match for her team just in the nick of time.
[Mars chuckles at La Cazadora, pushed back into her corner by the ruleador before he slowly drags Darkwish into position.]
Black Scar: Oh no Siggie, this may be bad.
[Warlord Mars lets go of Darkwish, slowly climbing up to the top rope as he bellows out]
Warlord Mars: THIS...IS....WARRRRR!!!
[WAR CRIME]
[MOONSAULT]
[HITS]
[CANVAS]
[Darkwish just moves out of the way as Mars slams down hard on the mat, Scarred Justice slowly stumbling forward. Mars trying to stop him but he's just a hair too slow as Aranza finally tags herself in.]
[The Huntress rushes in like a house on fire, slamming into Mars with stiff as hell strikes that seem to actually hurt the big man. Mars swings wild, Aranza ducking underneath each swing as she nails his knee time after time, finally dropping him down to one knee with a running basement dropkick.]
[Aranza rears back, Mars chuckling but she silences his smile]
[WITH A SKULL CRACKING PARTING SHOT! Spinning Roundhouse Kick doesn't put Mars on the mat but the force takes out his other knee, the Bringer of War dazed as Aranza rushes to the ropes, leaping off]
Signal: 10 POINTER! DOUBLE FOOT STOMP FROM THE TOP TO THE SKULL OF WARLORD MARS! THE BIG MAN IS DOWN! Aranza covers
[ONE]
[..............]
[.................]
[TWO]
[..............]
[MARS THROWS HER OFF!]
[Aranza rolls to her feet, rushing forward once more]
[RIGHT INTO A SUPERKICK FROM SANTIAGO!]
[Siniestro turns]
[OMERTA! Big Boot from Blackhand out of nowhere.]
[CHECKMATE! Spinning Elbow from Dr Cube]
[But Dr Cube turns into Darkness Falls! Brutal Superkick out of nowhere by Darkwish]
Black Scar: This has broken down Siggie, it was only a matter of time.
[Mars stumbles up to his feet, Aranza rushing at his front, Darkwish rushing at his back]
[DARKNESS SHOT! Superkick/Roundhouse Combination rocks Mars, Warlord stumbling forward]
[WHACKED! WHACKED! Moretti somehow delivers a spinebuster on Warlord Mars! ]
[Warlord stumbles up right into a double lariat from Moretti and Darkwish, the big man stumbling over the ropes to the floor below. Aranza backing up, rushing forward as Moretti and Darkwish pop her up high]
[TWISTING PLANCHA WIPES OUT WARLORD MARS ON THE FLOOR!]
Signal: Just like that, War Machine's monster is taken out of the equation as the makeshift team could win it here.
[Dr Cube stumbles to his feet, backing up as he sees the pair slowly stalk forward at him. Moretti rushes forward, Santiago trying to intercept him]
[WHACKED! Moretti with that picture perfect Spinebuster, spiking Santiago into the mat but that may well have been the distraction Cube needed.]
[Kick to the Gut, RUSSIAN....Moretti pushes out of the DDT attempt, throwing Cube backwards before sprinting forward]
[OMERTA...TO DARKWISH! Cube ducks as Moretti wipes out his own partner]
[Moretti turns into a low kick before he's lifted up high, GAME OVER! Package Piledriver hits hard but he doesn't cover as his eyes flick to the corner]
[HERMASO RUIDO! Frog Splash by Santiago Siniestro is the punctuation mark, Santiago rolling off as Dr Cube slides down into a lackluster cover]
[ONE]
[........]
[..........]
[TWO]
[........]
[.....]
[DARKWISH TRIES TO BREAK UP THE FALL BUT SANTIAGO STOPS HIM]
[THREE!!!]
Signal: By hook or by crook, War Machine manage to get the victory here but it may well have only been thanks to Blackhand Moretti's fatal mistake.
Black Scar: The man didn't look his best tonight and War Machine took pure advantage, like the premier team they are.
Winner: The War Machine
...Machine
[War Machine stands in the ring.]
Signal: “What a main event!”
Black Scar: “No. Look at ‘em.”
[Mars has a mic.]
Warlord Mars: "…Lemme get this straight."
[He points across the ring.]
Warlord Mars: "YOU’RE the leader?"
[He jabs a finger at Cube.]
Warlord Mars: "You’re still champ, huh?"
[A step forward.]
Warlord Mars: "Then why does it feel like everything’s FALLIN’ APART!?"
[A snarl.]
Warlord Mars: "You couldn’t control Newton…"
[He circles.]
Warlord Mars: "…couldn’t finish him…”
[He slams a fist into his own chest.]
Warlord Mars: "…and while you were playin’ games, the rest of us were gettin’ dragged into ‘em!"
[Siniestro steps in, calm, cold.]
Santiago Siniestro: "Careful."
[He tilts his head.]
Santiago Siniestro: "How’d stopping PixelShift go for you?"
[A pause.]
Santiago Siniestro: "Or keeping your title."
[Mars turns, his grin fading.]
Warlord Mars: "Say that again."
[Cube steps forward now. Measured. Watching.]
Dr. Cube: "Interesting."
[He looks between them.]
Dr. Cube: "One failed to contain chaos."
[His head tilts.]
Dr. Cube: "The other failed to execute a target."
[His eyes settle on Siniestro.]
Dr. Cube: "Ziggy Robbins still breathes."
[A pause.]
Dr. Cube: "You couldn’t even beat him."
[Siniestro’s jaw tightens.]
[Cube raises a finger.]
Dr. Cube: "Perhaps a game is—"
Warlord Mars: "NO."
[Mars steps in close.]
Warlord Mars: "I’M DONE WITH GAMES."
[He jabs his finger into Cube’s chest.]
Warlord Mars: "I want the World Title."
[No hesitation.]
Santiago Siniestro: "So do I."
[Silence.]
Dr. Cube: "Then we adapt."
[He paces between them.]
Dr. Cube: "At Pandemonium, I grant you both a World Championship match. I’m sure Marvolo will approve."
[The crowd erupts.]
Dr. Cube: "But I choose the stipulation."
[A pause.]
Dr. Cube: "And next week I choose our opponents."
Warlord Mars: "Don’t matter to me."
[He cracks his knuckles.]
Warlord Mars: "I’ll break whoever it is."
[Cube turns to the camera.]
Dr. Cube: "Then let the board be set."
[A pause.]
Dr. Cube: "Next week I face Ziggy Robbins."
[He points to Mars.]
Dr. Cube: "Warlord Mars faces Edward Newton."
[Final point.]
Dr. Cube: "Santiago Siniestro faces PixelShift."
[Silence.]
[The three stand there, the tension thicker than a snicker.]
Signal: “War Machine is cracking right before our eyes.”
Black Scar: “That ain’t cracks, partner…”
[A beat.]
Black Scar: “…that’s three men loading bullets.”
Signal: “We’ll see you next week on SLAM!”
[Wrr.]
[Click.]
[Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.]
[Backstage, in the cellar, an arcade machine sits dark.]
Signal: “Welcome to Slam, ladies and gentlemen!”
Black Scar: “Where did they find that decrepit machine?”
[The cabinet flickers violently.]
[Static screams through the speakers.]
[CRACK.]
[The screen SHATTERS outward in a burst of light and corrupted pixels.]
[A massive hand punches through.]
[Warlord Mars DRAGS himself out of the machine, crashing hard onto the floor.]
[Silence.]
Signal: “Wow, Warlord Mars looks different, Scar!”
Black Scar: “That ride through the monster that swallowed him must’ve changed him.”
[Smoke rises off him.]
[He doesn’t move.]
Warlord Mars: "…GHH—!"
[He slams a fist into the ground and pushes up.]
[The new armor catches the light, a huge upgrade.]
[He looks down at himself.]
[Flexes.]
[A grin spreads across his face.]
Warlord Mars: "…Heh."
[A low chuckle builds.]
Warlord Mars: "HAHA—!"
[He SLAMS his chest with both fists.]
Warlord Mars: "YOU SEE THAT!?"
[He paces like a caged animal, energized now.]
Warlord Mars: "YOU THOUGHT YOU GOT ME, PIXEL-PUKE!?"
[He throws his arms wide.]
Warlord Mars: "NAH—!"
[A snarl turns into a grin.]
Warlord Mars: "THAT WAS A LEVEL UP!"
[He cracks his neck, hyped, alive.]
Warlord Mars: "New armor… stronger plating… better output…"
[He turns suddenly, rage snapping back in.]
Warlord Mars: "CUBE!"
[Echo down the hallway.]
Warlord Mars: "SINIESTRO!"
[He storms forward, boots thundering.]
Warlord Mars: "WHERE THE HELL ARE YA!?"
[He rips a locker door clean off its hinges and tosses it aside before charging down the hall.]
Signal: “Warlord Mars is going to pose a huge problem with his new level up, Scar.”
Black Scar: “He didn’t before?”
Best Served Cold
[Recorded earlier...]
[Blackhand Moretti sits at a dinner table in Molvanîa’s ritziest restaurant, joined by influential locals, all dressed to the nines.]
[Tony Knuckles & Freddy Fingers flank their boss, ready to take a bullet for him…]
[Live classical music scores the dignified conversation—]
Blackhand Moretti: “… So I stomped Ram Jam’s head like the grapes at my nonna’s vineyard!”
[The Don of Destruction laughs, swigging red wine.]
[His guests echo him out of depravity, sycophancy, and fear.]
[Bluesy funk kicks in. Several heads turn, but Blackhand focuses on the morsel of food, streak of sauce, and tiny leaf on his plate.]
[It probably cost more than your rent…]
Tony Knuckles: “Boss, I gotta take a leak.”
[Moretti sighs. His guests wrinkle their noses at his goon’s lack of etiquette.]
[Blackhand waves him away impatiently.]
Blackhand Moretti: “I apologise for my associate’s uncouth behaviour. Now, where was I?”
[He snaps his fingers.]
Blackhand Moretti: “Of course - I was talkin’ about turnin’ Ram Jam’s brains into my momma’s spagh—”
[CRUNCH!]
[A GUITAR SMASHES OVER MORETTI’S HEAD!]
[His guests and other patrons scream, downing their cutlery and racing for the doors!]
[Wearing a tuxedo, holding the neck of the guitar, is RAM JAM!]
[HE SNUCK INTO THE BAND!]
Freddy Fingers: “NOOOOOOO!”
[Blackhand’s eagle-eyed bodyguard lunges for The Grooveador, entirely too late…]
[SMASH!]
[RAM JAM SLAM - SPINEBUSTER THROUGH THE DINNER TABLE!]
[Dinnerware flies everywhere, and the white tablecloth swallows Freddy.]
[Ram stands over Moretti.]
Ram Jam: “I thought we squashed this at Turbo Violence!? You coulda ended my career with that curb stomp at Invasion, brotha!”
[Restaurant staff rush in to hold Jam back.]
[Blackhand groans as he crawls away, dragging Fingers behind him.]
Blackhand Moretti: “I fuckin' hate guitars. Get me outta here, you useless stronzo! Where the hell is Knux!?”
[One man down, I.C.E. flee the scene!]
Signal: “This match looks set to be a classic here on Slam. After an epic Invasion Match, you'd think Ziggy will have the advantage.”
Black Scar: “Ugh, I hope not."
[Ram Jam and Venganza lock horns!]
[The two heavyweights jockey for position, as pint-sized Ziggy Robbins tries to butt in.]
Ziggy Robbins: “Excuse me!”
[He offers his hand.]
Ziggy Robbins: “Uh, guys?”
[It goes unshaken.]
Black Scar: “I’m beggin’ ya, Padre, give this twerp a Viral Infection!”
[ELECTRIC AVENUE–]
Signal: “Venganza ducks Ram Jam’s signature clothesline!”
[Ziggy, however, gets his head torn off!]
Black Scar: “Hell, I’ll take it!”
[Ram looks down at him, conflicted…]
[Padre sends him packing with a BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA side kick!]
[Cackling, Venganza covers Robbins.]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[SHOULDER UP!]
Signal: “What a show of heart by Ziggy!”
[Black Heart pulls him up…]
[GERMAN SUPLEX! DRAGON SUPLEX! MURDER BACKDROP SUPLEX!]
Black Scar: “Robbins’ LIFE just FLASHED before his eyes!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[RAM JAM BREAKS IT UP!]
[The Psychedelic Ram lobs Venganza into the ropes–]
[RAM JAM SLAM spinebuster!]
Signal: “I swear the ring just shifted by an inch!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[KICKOUT!]
[Ram looks at Ziggy. He offers him his hand.]
Black Scar: “Oh, come on!”
[Robbins accepts it!]
[El Motivador climbs the turnbuckle.]
[Ziggy and Ram Jam lead the crowd in chanting for Padre to stand up…]
[USE THIS FOR MOTIVATION!]
[Venganza dives–]
[The MISSILE DROPKICK takes out Ram Jam!]
[Ziggy holds his head. Padre, however, snatches him in an STO!]
[MIDNIGHT SHAD–NO!]
[SMALL PACKAGE BY ROBBINS!]
Signal: “There’s ALWAYS A CHANCE, Scar!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
[NO - FOOT ON THE ROPES!]
[Ziggy, Venganza, and Ram Jam get to their feet.]
[Padre BLINDS Ram with the VIRAL INFECTION black mist!]
[The Virus turns round–]
[Robbins goes FROM THE BOTTOM TO THE TOP!]
[But Venganza BLOCKS the GREATEST MOONSAULT EVER with the SHADOW CONTAGION STUNNER!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Black Scar: “That’s the damnedest thing I’ve ever seen, Sig! Padre wins!”
Winner: Padre Venganza
[OSW's backstage.]
[Pixelshift walks through with a sense of vigilance that gets abruptly proven right by a voice down the hallway.]
Glitter: "Yoo-hoo! Does Glitter's little gameboy want to... Play around with them?"
[Glitter peaks out from behind a corner, revealing one leg to be wearing a stalking covered in a pixel pattern.]
Glitter: "Come and get me. Glitter is worth triple points."
[Pixelshift pauses for a moment, a >:( appearing on his visor before he rushes towards Glitter!]
Pixelshift: "Triple nothing is still nothing!"
Signal: "He can't be falling for this."
Black Scar: "I think they call it 'Rage bait', Sig."
[GIANT DILDO BASEBALL BAT BY GLITTER TO PIXELSHIFT! HE'S JUST BEEN VIOLATED!]
[Pixelshift is sent sprawling and Glitter tries to capitalize by swinging their explicit equipment down onto Pixelshift who repeatedly scoots back!]
[FLOP!]
[FLOP!]
[FLOP!]
Pixelshift: "What is WRONG with you?"
[The 1UP Wonder rolls to his feet, holding up his hands as Glitter swings once more!]
[Only they freeze in place.]
Signal: "LAG SPIKE! CUTTER BY PIXELSHIFT DROPS GLITTER!"
Black Scar: "I... I was watching the dildo bat. What happened?"
[Pixelshift goes to grab the bat only to shy away at the last moment, a vomit emoji popping onto his visor as he looks for a new weapon!]
[But Glitter is quickly getting back to their feet!]
Glitter: "Got your joystick!"
[BALLSPLEX BY GLITTER! THE ORGASM BUTTON!]
[Glitter grabs hold of the dildo bat and tees up as Pixelshift gets to his feet!]
[THWACK!]
Signal: "Pixelshift goes down! What a disgusting display!"
Black Scar: "He's just been face fucked, Sig!"
[Glitter covers!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Signal: "I... Don't know what we've just witnessed, but all I can say for sure... is Glitter is your new Hardcore Champion."
Winner & NEW Hardcore Champion: Glitter
Missing
[The parking lot.]
[A car door slams.]
Signal: “It’s Luke Storm!”
Black Scar: “That’s Luke ‘Fucking’ Storm to you, Sig!”
[Edward Newton follows.]
Signal: "After what we saw at Invasion, we still don’t have answers—"
Black Scar: "We don’t even know what that was in Storm’s hand."
[Storm doesn’t stop walking.]
Luke Storm: "It just happened."
Edward Newton: "Define ‘just.’"
Luke Storm: "Gone."
[A beat.]
Luke Storm: "No sign. No noise. No struggle."
[They reach the loading doors.]
[Storm shoves one open.]
Luke Storm: "Just… gone."
[Newton steps inside behind him.]
Edward Newton: "And you came here."
[Storm stops walking and turns to his brother.]
Luke Storm: "I came to you, Eddie."
[Steps closer.]
Luke Storm: "Because if there’s a pattern…"
[Points to Newton’s head.]
Luke Storm: "You see it."
[Newton doesn’t respond immediately.]
Edward Newton: "You’re assuming there is one."
[Beat.]
Edward Newton: "That this isn’t random."
[Storm laughs.]
Luke Storm: "Random? In OSW?"
[Shakes his head.]
Luke Storm: "No such thing. It always comes back here."
[A beat.]
Edward Newton: "Then we start with what we know."
[Storm reaches into his pocket.]
[Pulls it out the locket.]
[Still stained.]
[Newton’s composure cracks just slightly.]
Edward Newton: "Where did you find it?"
Luke Storm: "On the floor."
[Newton’s eyes flick to it.]
Edward Newton: "That’s not a message."
[Then back to Storm.]
Edward Newton: "Messages are meant to be understood."
[Storm clenches his jaw.]
Luke Storm: "Then I’m going to shoot every fucking messenger."
[Newton exhales.]
[But he doesn’t argue.]
[Cut.]
Commencement
[The arena lights dim to a blood-red glow as ominous chanting echoes through the speakers. This is followed by the strong guitar rift of “Obey”.]
Signal: “Here comes the Ultraviolent Champion, hot off an impressive victory against Mr. Grimm at Invasion.”
[Propaganda emerges in his hooded robe, flanked by masked disciples holding banners of his slogans.]
Black Scar: “He walks with the swagger of a man who has something to say and expects to be heard.”
Signal: “He’s spoke about broadcasting and assembling believers. One can only assume this has something to do with his search.”
[He makes his way to the ring to address the masses.]
Propaganda: “The message has been clear all along. Broadcast to ears like yours that cannot seem to hear.”
[He ignores the booing that he receives in response.]
Propaganda: “Consider this a commencement. I have proven my unrivalled power, and my right to be heard. My broadcast will not, can not be ignored any longer.”
[Propaganda holds his Ultraviolent Championship aloft, his followers breaking out into rapturous applause.]
Propaganda: “The search for one who will help strengthen our broadcast will soon come to fruition. Soon, nobody will-”
[Without warning , the arena drops to black.]
[A single bullbell echoes.]
Signal: “Del Toro! I don’t think he’s one that’s going to be paying much attention to the commencement broadcast.”
Black Scar: “How rude, Propaganda was just getting to the point.”
[Santiago Del Toro stands in the entranceway, cape fluttering. He points a warning finger at Propaganda, but says nothing.]
[As one, Propaganda’s believers begin to close in on him.]
Santiago Del Toro: “Bring the fight. Bring them all, but I think you’re focused on the wrong thing. At Invasion, you may have won that belt, but I won the right to take it off you.”
[He moves forward, the sea of believers parting before him at Propaganda’s command.]
Santiago Del Toro: “I just need one opportunity to take the bull by the horns.”
[He slides into the ring, standing face to face with Propaganda.]
Santiago Del Toro: “And I hope you’re watching, because I’m about to show you exactly what I mean.
[Propaganda is escorted out of the ring by the ruleador.]
Signal: "And Del Toro is in action, right now."
Signal: “We're about to find out what happens when two strange... things? Collide.”
Black Scar: “I couldn't have put it better myself”
[Colossus charges Del Toro, who, naturally, side-steps him.]
Black Scar: “¡Olé!”
[Santiago dropkicks Jurassic in the back, sending him face-first into the corner!]
[The Last Dinosaur spins round and throws a punch at Del Toro, but the Spaniard grabs his fist…]
Signal: “Santiago scaling the turnbuckle and walking the ropes, not letting go–”
[He leaps off into a top-rope arm drag, flooring the Colossus!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[JURASSIC BENCH-PRESSES HIM OFF!]
[Del Toro gets to his feet–]
[But a gargantuan clothesline turns him inside-out!]
Black Scar: “I think The Matador of Souls’ soul just left his body!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[SHOULDER UP!]
[Colossus lifts Santiago clean off the mat.]
[Keeping hold of him, he drops him across his knee again and again!]
[He finally releases him with a fallaway slam!]
[Del Toro crawls away, but Jurassic leans on the ropes and stands on his back!]
[The Ruleador counts to four, and Colossus lets him go.]
Signal: “Jurassic manages to rein in his animal instincts to avoid a disqualification!”
[The 65-million-year-old predator stalks his prey…]
[He stomps across the ring–]
[SANTIAGO THROWS HIS CAPE OVER HIS HEAD!]
[FOREARM SMASH - SINISTER MULETA!]
[Colossus falls to one knee.]
Black Scar: “Uh-oh - Jurassic is a sitting duck, Siggy!”
[Del Toro runs at him–]
[BUSAIKU KNEE!]
[PHANTOM COR–NADA!]
[JURASSIC COUNTERS WITH A WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER!]
Signal: “SHARPTOOH SHATTER!”
[With Santiago right where he wants him, Colossus goes to the apron…]
[Del Toro rises groggily…]
[BUCKSHOT HEADBUTT–]
[BUSAIKU KNEE!]
[Santiago COUNTERS EXTINCTION’S LAMENT with the PHANTOM CORNADA!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Black Scar: “The Matador of Souls skewers the biggest bull he’s ever faced!”
Winner: Santiago Del Toro
Wrath
[Crashing.]
[Screaming.]
[Crunching.]
[We see a shadow darting through the halls of a Family compound. Members drop like flies to an unseen assailant, their blows landing upon every last member of the Family with ruthless precision.]
Family Member: "Help us!"
[A blow to the back of the skull sends him careening to the ground, the yell for help silenced in an instant.]
Family Member: "IT'S IN-"
[Another brutal crack rings out, the Family Member landing head first against the wall next to him before being left to slide slowly to the floor.]
Signal: "By God, what are we seeing here, Scar?"
Black Scar: "What does it look like, Sig? It's a massacre!"
[We watch the scene travel through the compound, the bodies of broken Family members piling up room by room.]
[Then it stops.]
[This faceless force disappears into the darkness as quickly as it arrived, the front door slowly creaking open.]
Signal: "It's Padre! The Family just might be saved from this force of nature!"
Black Scar: "Too little too late, Sig. I don't think there's a single person here who's still conscious."
[Padre walks towards the center of the building, kneeling down next to one of his kin and cradling their head. A simmering rage beneath his calm demeanor.]
Padre Del La Venganza: "Who did this to us?"
[However, there's no response from the unconscious cultist. Padre lays them down before standing up and scanning the room for anything. A note, a sign, anything.]
[Yet all he sees is brutalized bodies and shattered bones.]
Padre Del La Venganza: "Bellator."
[He spits the name like poison, his eyes glued to the carnage around him.]
Signal: "Bellator? Lux Bellator? I don't know, Scar. He's never done anything like this.""
Black Scar: "I can't disagree, Sig. If this was Lux Bellator, then the only thing I can call this is Holy Wrath."
[Cut.]
Taken
[Dolly Daydream wakes. Eyes blinking, adjusting to the artificial light.]
[She’s been taken… somewhere.]
[Unfamiliar surroundings, but not the kind you keep a captive in. She’s laid reclining on a daybed, comfortable pillows supporting her back.]
[Rose petals surround her.]
[Beside her, on a small table stands a glass of red wine and a familiar rose.]
[The very rose that Glitter gave her.]
Glitter: “Oh, you’re awake. How splendid. I was getting worried that I would have to… revive you a different way.”
[Glitter steps into view, blocking some of the light that had been blinding Dolly. Dolly seems more confused than usual, tilting her head to one side.]
Dolly Daydream: “I… er… what?”
[Glitter kneels at her bedside, drawing themselves uncomfortably close.]
Glitter: “I rescued you. Triumphantly. You should have seen it, but you were unconscious at the time.”
[Dolly’s eyes slowly begin to get a flicker of memory passing through them.]
Glitter: “Any moment longer and there’s no telling what could have happened. Not with that, thing that showed up. Oh, I forgot, you were unconscious… You missed all of that too. Never mind, we have a lot of catching up-”
Dolly Daydream: “How… How long have you been watching me?”
[Glitter stands, the change of topic throwing them for a fleeting moment.]
Glitter: “I’ve just been looking after you, giving you that… sweet healing.”
[Dolly completely glosses over Glitter’s words, despite them dripping with double entendre.]
Dolly Daydream: I won, didn’t I? Where’s my briefcase?”
[Dolly moves to pull herself off the daybed, but Glitter thrusts the glass of red wine into her hand.]
Glitter: “Stay and have a celebration drink, won’t you?”
[Dolly shakes her head, putting the glass down.]
Dolly Daydream: Look, you’re nice and everything to look after me, but you can’t keep me here. I’ve got to go.”
Glitter: You’re free to go, of course you are!”
[Dolly stands, smiling sweetly at Glitter. She picks up the rose and smells it.]
Dolly Daydream: “I will take this though, so sweet.”
[Dolly moves to leave, but Glitter calls after her.]
Glitter: There will, however, be a time where friendship and loyalty must be reciprocated. I’ll expect you would repay my… kindness... someday.
[Dolly furrows her brow to think of what Glitter might mean, but shrugs carefreely and skips away into the night.]
[Cut.]
Black Scar: “The doctor is in, and he’s aiming to teach this ‘Desperado’ how things work here in OSW.”
Signal: “This promises to be an exciting debut for Deadeye, but will Vinell hit the brakes on it before it can even start?”
[The bell is rung and Deadeye immediately goes on the attack with a wild flurry of punches.]
[However, in the midst of the Desperado’s onslaught, Vinell shoves him across the ring with unusual strength!]
Signal: “Woah! When did the Doctor get so strong!?”
Black Scar: “I don’t know, but I’m happy to see this newfound power from Vinell. It could mean that the cowboy won’t be able to just brawl his way to victory.”
[The Doctor picks the Gunman up with relative ease before hoisting him onto his shoulders, dropping him down with a massive powerbomb!]
[Dr. E doesn’t give the Cowboy a moment to register what happened as he immediately spins him around, locking in the QUANTUM MECHANICS stretch muffler!]
[Deadeye hollers out in pain as Vinell lifts him off the ground.]
[Out of desperation, the Desperado reaches up and rakes the Doctor’s eyes, causing him to drop the Cowboy to the floor.]
[Deadeye stands up and takes the doctor down with the REVOLVER discus clothesline!]
[The doctor pulls himself up to his feet, but the Gunman drops him on his head with a piledriver he calls REDEMPTION!]
[The Desperado signals for the end as he pulls the Doctor up to his feet, looking to FEED THE BUZZARDS with a swinging reverse STO!]
[But Vinell counters! PATIENT ZERO!]
[No! Deadeye counters the counter! DEADSHOT! The stunner jawjacks Vinell as he collapses to the canvas!]
[Cover!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!!]
[THREE!!!]
Signal: “Despite his freakish strength, Dr. E didn’t have what it takes to put down the Desperado!”
Winner: Deadeye
Hunting A Killer
[EXT. MOLVANIA — THE ALLEY OUTSIDE THE TEMPLE — NIGHT.]
[The same alley.]
[But it hasn’t recovered.]
[The blood is still there — dark, dried into the concrete.]
[The spray-painted D remains on the wall, jagged, deliberate, impossible to ignore.]
[The wind moves through the narrow space, carrying dust… and silence.]
[Darkwish stands alone in the center of it.]
[Still. Studying.]
[His eyes trace the blood. The wall. The shape of what happened.]
Signal: "We’re back where it happened…"
Black Scar: "And it still stinks of it."
[Darkwish crouches slightly, running his fingers just above the dried stain — not touching it.]
Darkwish: "Right outside the Temple…"
[A beat.]
Darkwish: "Not hidden."
[He stands.]
Darkwish: "Not subtle."
[A pause.]
Darkwish: "A message."
[The shadows behind him shift.]
[Slow. Controlled.]
[Aranza emerges, silent as a blade being drawn.]
[But before she can speak—]
Darkwish: "You don’t stalk quietly enough."
[Aranza stops.]
[A flicker of amusement beneath the mask.]
Aranza: "You sent for me."
[A step forward.]
Aranza: "I came."
[She gestures slightly.]
Aranza: "So tell me why."
[Darkwish turns to face her fully.]
[Serious. Focused.]
Darkwish: "Because I don’t think this ends with him."
[He nods toward the blood.]
Darkwish: "I think this is the beginning."
Signal: "He thinks there’s more coming…"
Black Scar: "He’s right."
[Aranza tilts her head, studying the scene again.]
Aranza: "Then find your killer."
[A beat.]
Aranza: "I hunt alone."
[She turns slightly, already disengaging.]
Aranza: "And I already have prey."
[A faint edge creeps into her voice.]
Aranza: "Something that hunts me back."
[Darkwish doesn’t react.]
Darkwish: "Good."
[She pauses.]
[Looks back.]
Darkwish: "That’s where we start."
[Silence settles between them.]
[The wind picks up again, brushing past the bloodstain and the mark on the wall.]
[Two hunters.]
[One trail.]
[Cut.]
The Muscle
[INT. UNKNOWN ROOM — CANDLELIGHT.]
[Dozens of candles burn low, their flames trembling as if disturbed by something unseen.]
[Shadows crawl across the walls.]
[A low, constant static hum fills the space — not loud, but invasive. Like interference bleeding into reality.]
[Propaganda stands at the center, bathed in flickering light.]
[Across from him— a figure sits in darkness.]
[Unseen. Silent.]
Propaganda: "The message… has not reached as far as I intended."
[The static crackles softly behind his words.]
Propaganda:"They hear it…"
[A step forward.]
Propaganda: "But they are not receiving it."
[A pause.]
Propaganda: "Not yet."
[The candles flicker harder.]
Propaganda: "So I adapt."
[A beat.]
Propaganda: "I build an unstoppable force."
[A pause.]
Propaganda: "One that does not ask for belief…"
[A breath.]
Propaganda: "But enforces it."
[The static distorts slightly.]
Propaganda: "And to begin… I need muscle."
[He steps closer to the darkness.]
Propaganda:"Someone who can bend others to their will. Someone who understands control."
[The figure shifts.]
[Leans forward.]
[The candlelight finally catches him.]
[Blackhand Moretti.]
[Calm. Calculating.]
Blackhand Moretti: "You’re askin’ a lot."
[A beat.]
Blackhand Moretti: "So what’s in it for me?"
[Propaganda doesn’t hesitate.]
Propaganda: "When the great change occurs…"
[A slow step closer.]
Propaganda: "Control will not be taken."
[A pause.]
Propaganda:"It will be granted."
[Their eyes meet.]
Propaganda: "The criminal underworld… will be yours."
[Silence.]
[The static hum deepens.]
[Moretti leans back slightly, considering.]
Blackhand Moretti: "That’s a big promise."
[A pause.]
[He stands.]
Blackhand Moretti: "I’ll think about it."
[He turns, stepping back into shadow.]
[The candles flicker again.]
[Propaganda remains still.]
[Watching.]
[Listening.]
[The static continues.]
[Cut.]
Signal: Two burgening alliances go head to head tonight here folks. A possible romance may have been born from a terrifying melody but can Glitter and the Invasion briefcase winner Dolly Daydream face off against the two men who look to unmask everyone?
Black Scar: Glitter's whole thing with Miss Polly Pocket may be cute but DeMasq are dangerous men and any antics the Sinful One may look to do may well not work here.
[The bell sounds as Dolly starts off with Standard, Dolly rushing at Standard with a leaping headscissors but Jack manages to block it, transitioning through as he lifts up Daydream high before slamming her down to the mat with a modified Mat Slam.]
[Standard stays down, trying to hook in a fish hook like hold on Dolly but Daydream manages to wiggle her way out, stumbling to her feet, attempting a tag.]
Signal: GLITTER IS PULLED OFF...THE APRON! Academius drops him to the floor before Dolly can tag herself out.
[Dolly turns into a big time knee by Jack before a double arm Suplex sends her flying into the opposite corner. Standard quickly tagging out to Academius before the pair begin to put the boots to her.]
Black Scar: Academius and Standard beating the stuffing out of Dolly here. Academius nailing another Suplex before tagging Standard back in.
[Standard and Academius tagging in and out, both nailing one move before tagging out. Standard a hard Side Slam, setting Academius up for a bottom rope legdrop across the chest. ]
[The Scholar lifts Dolly up, locking in a Full Nelson as Jack Standard backs up.]
[THAT DAMN KICK...TO ACADEMIUS! Dolly managed to slip out as Standard nails his own partner with a huge Savate. Standard turning into ]
[PERFECTION! Codebreaker nails Standard as Dolly rushes to the ropes, finally tagging in Glitter who rushes in like a house on fire.]
Signal: T-Bone Suplex to Standard! T-Bone Suplex to Academius. Glitter picks up Academius, lifting him up high
[GLITTER BOMB INTO THE CORNER! ]
[Standard stumbles to his feet, Glitter looking for the BBT]
[Standard moves out of the way just in time as Glitter nearly nails Dolly with the kick. Glitter backs off, flustered and apologising as Standard drops low]
[PUNCH TO THE COCK....DOES NOTHING.]
Black Scar: About as effective as headbutting a Samoan...if that Samoan got off on it too]
[Glitter turns, licking his lips as he drops down, grabbing a big ass handful of Standard's...little Jacks before swinging him around]
[ORGASM BUTTON! Glitter bridges back, trapping Standard in a pinning situation as the Ruleador drops down for the cover]
[ONE...]
[.....]
[TWO]
[.....]
[.........]
[Academius tries to run in]
[BUT HE RUNS RIGHT INTO THE PERFECTION CODEBREAKER]
[.........]
[THREE!!!]
Black Scar: The new couple pick up the victory here tonight as Standard and Academius falter at the first hurdle
Winners: Dolly Daydream & Glitter
The Motivator Always Smiles Twice
[Black and white.]
[A jazzy tune playing in the background.]
[Adorned in a a fedora, he walks through a very familiar hallway. Ziggy Robbins' voice speaks over the scene.]
Ziggy Robbins(Voice Over): "A lot can change over two weeks. Dates, the weather, and frowns. Just like this case, I planned on turning mine upside down."
[He leans down, examining the crime scene, hand on his chin, eyes glossing over every little detail.]
Ziggy Robbins(Voice Over): "My brother was many things. Excellent dancer, bad with money. When it came to bad habits, he treated them like a pool."
[Ziggy makes a noncommittal hand gesture.]
Ziggy Robbins(Voice Over): "He swam like he budgeted. But just because he can't balance a check book doesn't mean he doesn't deserve to be fished out of that pond."
[Members of the OSW faculty shuffle about the hallway while Ziggy examines it. He holds up a finger, wagging it happily as he finds exactly what he came to look for.]
[Pills. Their orange bottles the only splash of color against the black and white.]
Ziggy Robbins(Voice Over): "I like bright colors, but these bottles of truth were left me feeling like Justice."
Ziggy Robbins(Voice Over): "Blind."
[Turning the bottles in his hands, Ziggy examines the labels, looking at the tears before peeling some off both bottles, placing them together like a puzzle to reveal a very important name.]
[Ace Pharmacy.]
Ziggy Robbins(Voice Over): "Yet now I could see. My ace in the hole playing fifty-two pickup with the trail. Thankfully, my hands move as fast as my mouth."
Faculty: "Uh... Who are you talking to?"
[The scene pops back into full color, Ziggy looking at a member of OSW staff who clearly overheard everything Ziggy just said.]
Ziggy Robbins: "Self motivation! A shift in perspective is all one needs to make their goals attainable! Now, if you excuse me, I have a mystery to solve."
[The scene fades back to black and white, Ziggy pocketing the pills as he makes his way down the hallway, jazz music playing as he does.]
[Cut.]
Wanted...
[Backstage, Dr. Cube walks alone.]
[He turns a corner—]
[—AND GETS BLINDSIDED.]
[SUPERKICK FROM LUKE STORM!]
Signal: “WHAT THE—?!”
Black Scar: “Storm just took Cube’s head off!”
[Edward Newton steps in immediately as Storm grabs Cube by the collar, holding him up.]
Luke Storm: “Where is she?!”
[Cube groans, dazed.]
Dr. Cube: “Ah…”
[A cough.]
Dr. Cube: “The game comes to me.”
[Storm drives the point of his elbow into Cube’s neck.]
Luke Storm: “I’m not playing, blockhead.”
[Newton crouches in front of Cube.]
Edward Newton: “You don’t understand the question yet.”
[Cube tilts his head.]
Dr. Cube: “Then ask it properly.”
[Newton leans in closer.]
Edward Newton: “The locket.”
[Cube’s eyes flicker.]
Edward Newton: “The girl it belonged to is named Scarlett, and she’s very dear to me.”
Signal: “Scarlett?!”
Black Scar: “That’s Storm’s daughter! Newton’s niece!”
[Storm freezes for half a second…]
[THEN EXPLODES!]
Luke Storm: “WHERE IS SHE?!”
[He lifts Cube clean off his feet.]
Dr. Cube: “You think I take children?”
[Storm cocks his fist—BUT A HAND GRABS HIM.]
Signal: “Warlord Mars was looking for the War Machine, and he’s found one of them!”
Black Scar: “Just in time!”
[He rips Storm back, and they go nose to nose.]
Warlord Mars: “LET’S GO MOVIE BITCH!”
[Newton moves instantly, pulling Storm away.]
[Storm tries to lunge again, but the Riddler holds firm.]
Edward Newton: “No.”
[Newton’s eyes never leave Cube as they back away.]
Edward Newton: “He didn’t do this.”
[Storm turns, and Newton uses the opportunity to push him down a corridor.]
Luke Storm: “Then who the hell did?!”
[Newton exhales.]
Edward Newton: “We started in the wrong place, I’m afraid. We aren’t asking the right question.”
Luke Storm: “Speak English, Eddie.”
[Newton turns back to him.]
Edward Newton: “If I’m right…”
[A beat as he trails off.]
Edward Newton: “I’ll fill you in later. I need prep time.”
[Cut.]
[As we focus on the ring, we see Lux Bellator struggling to keep himself up, his face pallor the color of ivory, and he wipes flop sweat from his eyes.]
Black Scar: “It looks like our religious do-gooder is struggling to hold his ground and the bell hasn’t even rung.”
Signal: “I must admit Scar; it does look like Lux isn’t in the best condition for tonight’s match. Especially with a foe like Mr. Grimm in front of him.”
[The bell sounds and Grimm is locked in on his weakened foe with a Shotgun Dropkick that knocks him back into the corner, bouncing The Light Warrior off the turnbuckles.]
[Bellator lands on the ground in a heap as Grimm stalks him like a predator looking over his wounded prey before going in for the Camel Clutch – THE COLD EMBRACE!]
[LUX STRUGGLES AGAINST THE HOLD WEAKLY BUT MANAGES TO FLAIL HIS FEET ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!]
[The Ruleador calls for the break, and The Pale Rider retains the hold for four-count before releasing the hold, a sadistic glint in his eyes.]
Signal: Bellator is nothing but heart here tonight!
Black Scar: If he wins here tonight, he’ll win on that pure heart alone because Grimm has his mean streak on full display tonight!
[Grimm peels The Light Warrior off the canvas and draws his thumb across his throat as he does.]
[GOOZLE!]
[TO]
[THE]
[CRADLE!]
[BELLATOR COUNTERS THE CHOKESLAM INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE WRAPPING GRIMM UP TIGHT!]
[ONE!]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[TWO!]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[THREE!]
[BELLATOR ROLLS OUT OF THE RING AFTER PICKING UP THE VICTORY AND COLLAPSES ON THE OUTSIDE UNABLE TO HOLD HIMSELF UP!]
Black Scar: “A weakened Lux Bellator just upset Mr. Grimm but at what cost he took a beating to get that W.”
Signal: “You must admit, it takes a lot of heart to even come out here under the circumstances and to get the win.”
Black Scar: “It was a bad decision, Signal. Lux should’ve taken the night off he can’t even stand to celebrate the victory.”
Winner: Lux Bellator
Blood
[In a grungy corridor, Dr. E. Vinell leans against a concrete wall.]
[His breathing is shallow.]
[Sweat pools through the scrubs under his lab coat.]
Black Scar: “I think the Doctor needs a doctor…”
[Vinell clenches his fists—]
[THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!]
[HE PUNCHES THE WALL OVER AND OVER AGAIN!]
Signal: “He must’ve just broken every bone in his hands!”
[Cracks spiderweb through the breeze blocks.]
[The Good Doctor… Laughs!?]
Dr. E. Vinell: “So potent.”
[He flexes his fingers painlessly.]
[Thwap, thwap, thwap.]
[Hisssss!]
[Smiling through his mask, Vinell turns round, coming face to face with The Jurassic Colossus.]
Signal: “Looks like these two have unfinished business!”
[Colossus scrutinises Vinell, in the same way the Doctor observes his test subjects.]
[He speaks in a guttural voice.]
Jurassic Colossus: “Nice moves out there, meatsack.”
[Vinell smiles and holds up his mitts.]
Dr. E. Vinell: “I owe my physical prowess to you.”
[The Last Dinosaur frowns.]
Jurassic Colossus: “I almost bit your hand off at Invasion! How’d it heal so fast?”
Dr. E. Vinell: “Before treating the wound, I ran tests. Your blood is special.”
Jurassic Colossus: “What did you do!?”
Dr. E. Vinell: “Your blood now runs through my veins. I’m enjoying the perks!”
Signal: “What kind of quackery is this!?”
[Jurassic smiles, his forked tongue licking his teeth.]
Jurassic Colossus: “I think it’s time for a little bloodletting, Doc!”
[COLOSSUS LUNGES—]
[VINELL GRABS HIM BY THE THROAT!]
[THE DOCTOR PINS HIM TO THE WALL WITH ONE ARM!]
[Jurassic’s eyes bulge. He kicks his legs and struggles, but the mad scientist stands firm.]
Dr. E. Vinell: [cackling] “I FEEL ALIVE!”
[Poised to strike, Vinell suddenly relents.]
Dr. E. Vinell: [weakly] “Too far… Need more…”
[With his last ounce of energy, Doc throws Colossus aside, then scurries away - perhaps for a top-up!?]
[Jurassic is left nursing his throat.]
Wanted: Dead or Alive
[INT. MARVOLO’S OFFICE — NIGHT.]
[The door opens.]
[Marvolo steps in mid-stride—]
—and stops.
[Deadeye sits behind his desk.]
[Boots up. Hat low. Still as stone.]
[A six-shooter is already drawn, aimed directly at Marvolo’s chest.]
[The room is quiet. Too quiet.]
Signal: "…What the hell?!"
Black Scar: "That’s a problem you don’t talk your way out of."
[Marvolo slowly closes the door behind him.]
[Carefully.]
Marvolo: "You’ve made your point."
[Deadeye doesn’t move.]
[Doesn’t blink.]
Deadeye: "If I pull this trigger…"
[A slight tilt of the gun.]
Deadeye: "I don’t miss."
[A beat.]
Deadeye: "So don’t bother runnin’."
[Marvolo holds his ground.]
Marvolo: "Then why haven’t you? What do you want?"
[Deadeye studies him for a moment.]
[Then lowers the hammer slightly… but keeps the aim steady.]
Deadeye: "I took a contract that wanted you dead or alive."
[Marvolo’s eyes flicker.]
Deadeye: "So I came here. Took a spot on your roster and walked myself right into your office."
[Silence.]
Marvolo: "And yet… I’m still breathing."
[Deadeye nods once.]
Deadeye:"Yeah."
[A beat.]
Deadeye: "This place got me thinkin’."
[He gestures slightly with the gun — not threatening, just… conversational.]
Deadeye: "All this. All these people. All this control."
[His voice lowers.]
Deadeye: "If someone wants the man runnin’ it dead…"
[A slow breath.]
Deadeye: "How bad does that man wanna stay alive?"
[Marvolo doesn’t answer.]
[Deadeye watches him.]
[Measuring.]
Deadeye: "So here’s how this goes."
[He finally lowers the gun— but doesn’t holster it.]
Deadeye: "I ain’t pullin’ the trigger."
[A beat.]
Deadeye: "Not yet."
[He leans forward slightly.]
Deadeye: "I’ll give you time."
[A pause.]
Deadeye: "Until Pandemonium. You come up with a better offer… and maybe I take it."
[He stands.]
[Slow. Controlled.]
Deadeye: "If not…"
[A beat.]
[He spins the revolver once, smooth, practiced.]
Deadeye: "I finish the job."
[Silence.]
[Deadeye steps past Marvolo.]
[Opens the door.]
[Stops just before leaving.]
Deadeye: "Tick tock."
[He exits.]
[The door creaks shut.]
[Marvolo stands alone.]
[The desk… no longer his safe place.]
Signal: "Marvolo just had a gun pointed at him in his own office…"
Black Scar: "And now he’s got a deadline."
Signal: “Former team mates. Former friends? That might be a stretch but the Gift of the Gods Champion looks to be where Newton found himself at Invasion!”
Black Scar: “On the losin' end of Cube, you mean?”
[Pixelshift dropkicks Newton’s knee right out of the gate, then hits the ropes and snaps him into the mat with a neckbreaker!]
Signal: “Very wise of Pixelshift to go on the offensive and not get drawn into a game of wits with Newton!”
[Neon Player One ducks onto the apron, then slingshots himself in with a hilo!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[KICKOUT!]
Black Scar: “It’ll take more than that to solve this puzzle!”
[Pixelshift sizes him up…]
[SHINING WIZ–Edward sweeps his legs!]
[The Enigma grapevines them–]
Signal: “He’s looking for the RIDDLE BOX sharpshooter!”
[The Gift of the Gods Champion, however, kicks Newton into the corner.]
[Pixelshift charges up…]
[CORNER SPLASH - Edward strafes it!]
[1UP Wonder’s head clocks the top turnbuckle pad. Newton grabs the back of his neck and bounces him off of it again and again!]
Black Scar: “RIDDLE ME THAT, Siggy!”
[Edward scoops Pixelshift onto his shoulders...]
[ENIGMA CODE!]
[PIXELSHIFT COUNTERS INTO A TORNADO DDT!]
[Save Point Saint pauses to catch his breath–]
[Newton rolls him onto his shoulders!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
[NO - SHOULDER UP!]
Black Scar: “What a noob - ya can’t give Newton any respite!”
[Both men roll onto their feet, fatigued.]
[Pixelshift steps forwards, only to FREEZE!]
[Edward advances…]
[CUTTER OUT OF NOWHERE–]
Signal: “LAG SPIKE!?”
Black Scar: “NEWTON THROWS HIM OFF! He knew it was coming!”
[The Genius catches Pixelshift out with a JUMPING IMPLANT DDT!]
Signal: “NEVERMIND, Scar! This one’s over!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Black Scar: “Newton scores a big win over the first double-champion, Pixelshift!”
Winner: Edward Newton
The First
[Ringside — moments after the match.]
[Edward Newton stands tall, composed, already turning away from the aftermath.]
[PixelShift stirs on the canvas.]
[He rolls to his side… pushes himself up, barely steady.]
Signal: "PixelShift gave everything… but Newton was just one step ahead."
Black Scar: "That’s what happens when you play his game."
[PixelShift gets to his feet—]
[The tron flickers.]
[Static.]
[The arena lights dim slightly as the screen stabilizes.]
[Footage appears.]
[EXT. UNKNOWN — MOLVANIA.]
[Shaky. Handheld.]
[The sound hits first.]
[Violence.]
[Echoing.]
[Dull thuds. Struggles. Something being dragged.]
[The camera moves forward.]
[Through a broken doorway.]
[INT. ABANDONED CHURCH.]
[Filthy. Rotting. Stained glass shattered.]
[Moonlight spills through broken windows, casting jagged shadows across the floor.]
[Pews overturned.]
[Blood smeared along the aisle.]
[The camera moves slowly… deliberately.]
[Breathing can be heard behind it.]
[It stops.]
[Focuses.]
[Academius sits on a pew.]
[Still.]
[Bloodied.]
[Mask scuffed. Clothes torn.]
[But composed.]
[In his hand— something hangs loosely.]
[Jack Standard’s voice comes from behind the camera.]
Jack Standard: "Is it done?"
[Academius lifts his head slowly.]
[Calm. Cold.]
Academius: "It is."
[He tosses the object forward.]
[It hits the floor with a dull thud.]
[Jack tilts the camera down.]
[Zooms in.]
[Revealing—]
[Reverend Blackheart’s mask.]
[Cracked.]
[Blood-soaked.]
Signal: "Oh no…"
Black Scar: "They took his mask…"
[Back on the screen—]
[Jack lets the camera linger on it.]
Jack Standard: "That’s the first."
[A beat.]
[Academius rises.]
[Slow. Methodical.]
[He steps toward the camera.]
[Looks directly into it.]
[Through it.]
[At PixelShift.]
Academius: "You will address me as Sir…"
[A pause.]
Academius: "And you will remember this moment."
[He leans in slightly.]
Academius: "Because your mask… will soon follow."
[The footage glitches.]
[Static consumes the screen.]
[Back in the arena.]
[PixelShift stares at the tron.]
[Processing.]
Signal: "This is exactly what Standard was talking about…"
Black Scar: "DEMASQ just made its first move."
Pale Rider
[The parking lot.]
[Muffled crowd noise bleeds through the walls.]
[The doors swing open.]
[Mr. Grimm steps out.]
Signal: “Grimm already had his match earlier…”
Black Scar: “And he still looks like he’s got souls to reap.”
[He walks toward the shadows.]
[A low rumble.]
[Growing.]
[Grimm stops as the rumble builds into a roar.]
[Headlights cut across the lot.]
[Fog rolls low along the pavement.]
[The Pale Rider emerges from the darkness.]
Signal: “IN HER FULL GLORY!”
Black Scar: “We saw it at Invasion, but this is amazing.”
[The bike rolls to a stop beside him.]
[The engine snarls.]
[Grimm turns slowly and places a hand on the handlebar.]
Mr Grimm: “They tried to bury me. They tried to break the steed…”
[His grip tightens.]
Mr Grimm: “…and thought the rider would fall with it.”
[He swings onto the bike.]
[The engine roars beneath him.]
Mr Grimm: “They were wrong.”
[Silence hangs.]
Mr Grimm: “Because I am not the machine. I am what rides it.”
[The headlights flicker.]
Mr Grimm: “So if there is anyone left…”
[His helmet turns slightly toward the darkness beyond the lot.]
Mr Grimm: “…who believes they can stand in front of me—”
[The engine screams.]
Mr Grimm: “Step forward.”
[A beat.]
Mr Grimm: “Or be dragged.”
[Silence.]
Black Scar: “Who the hell is going to step to Mr. Grimm?”
Signal: “Someone who’s crazy, Scar!”
[Across the lot, near the far fence, a figure is watching.]
Signal: “…You see that?”
Black Scar: “Yeah…”
[Grimm doesn’t turn fully.]
[Just enough.]
[He knows.]
[The moment stretches, then Grimm slowly pulls away.]
[The Pale Rider disappears back into the night.]
[The figure stays.]
[Still watching.]
[Cut.]
Signal: We've got a huge main event here tonight. After a mixed bag of an Invasion, War Machine look to regroup as they take on three of the very best in OSW today
Black Scar: Hey, Santagio may have lost clean but Mars got screwed by that nerds chickanery and Dr Cube become one of the very few men to ever beat Edward Newton in a World Championship match. Besides, look at the other side, all three of them lost at Invasion and Moretti still looks out of it.
Signal: That big attack recently does look like it's still got a hold of Moretti, the Blackand bandaged up but you know that won't make him any less dangerous.
[The bell sounds as Santiago starts off with Darkwish, the Hitman rushing forward as he looks for a Superkick but Darkwish ducks underneath, rocking a turning Siniestro with a hard european uppercut.]
[KIRBY'S KA...NO! Darkwish tries to lock in the Chicken Wing but Siniestro bridges back, locking Darkwish into a pinfall attempt.]
[ONE]
[.......]
[..........]
[TW...Not even a two count as Darkwish manages to kick out. Scarred Justice staggering back up into a flurry of lefts and rights, a big elbow rocking him before he's lifted up.]
[BRAIN...NO! Darkwish slips out of the Brainbuster before backing up as Santiago turns around]
[RIGHT INTO DARKNESS FALLS! Superkick right on the button knocks Santiago down, Darkwish still a little light on his feet as he stumbles back]
[Into a blind tag by Blackhand Moretti.]
Signal: Interesting move by Moretti, Darkwish doesn't look happy by that but I don't think Moretti cares
[Siniestro staggers up into a flurry of lefts and rights by Moretti, the bigger man punishing the Hitman with brutal strikes and knees before he twists his arm]
[MADE MAN! Sickening Short-Arm Lariat into a brutal Headbutt nearly knocks Santiago out cold. But Moretti doesn't let up, pulling Santiago up by the mask ]
[GOOZLE. CONCRETE...NO! Santagio manages to get a thumb to the eye, blinding Moretti and dropping the hold as Siniestro scrambles to his corner.]
[And Tags in Warlord Mars.]
Black Scar: Welp, here comes the pain.
[Moretti blinks, seeing once more as he looks up at Mars. The Boss chuckles to himself, rushing forward]
[OMERTA! BIG BOOT BOUNCES OFF WARLORD MARS!]
[Moretti falls on his ass, fury in his eyes now as he scrambles up, rushing at Mars again]
[INTO A BIG BOOT OF HIS OWN THAT TURNS MORETTI INSIDE FUCKING OUT]
[Mars roars out in fury, peeling Moretti off the mat before Biel Tossing him into the corner with a thud. Moretti barely able to stand up on his own feet.]
Signal: Bone Crushing Avalanche Splash! Mars nearly sends Moretti through the steel from the inhuman like impact.
[Mars peels Moretti out of the corner, looking over as Dr Cube reaches over and tags in the leader of War Machine and OSW World Champion.]
[Mars drops Moretti to the mat as Cube slowly begins to stalk the Mobster. Moretti slowly staggering to his feet into a grip from behind]
[RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! Moretti is thrown head over heels right on his goddamn neck in a sickening thud, Cube barely letting Moretti land before he lifts him up again, ]
[DRAGON SUPLEX! Moretti lands once more on the back of his head, Cube lifting him up again before folding his arms around his throat.]
[STRAIGHT JACKET...NO! Moretti rears back, kicking Cube low in a desperate attempt to escape the Trifecta. Cube doubling over in pain as Moretti rushes forward, tagging in Darkwish.]
[As Dr Cube immediately tags in Warlord Mars.]
Signal: Cube doesn't seem to want anything to do with the fresh Darkwish here.
Black Scar: It ain't that Siggy, he's just playing smart. Why fight when you have a walking arsenal to do the job for you?
[Darkwish rushes forward, leaping up high]
[MARS CATCHES THE SUPERKICK!]
[He sneers, lifting up a fighting Darkwish who throws out strikes that seem to bounce off the much bigger man, who chuckles sadistically]
[BEFORE NEARLY PLANTING DARKWISH THROUGH THE MAT WITH A CHOKESLAM!]
[Darkwish slowly stumbles up, holding his back in pain, right into a running body check that nearly cuts him in half. Mars barely lets Justice hit the mat before he lifts him up. Delivering three damn near jaw breaking slaps before hoisting him up high]
[AND NEARLY BREAKING THE RING WITH A POWERBOMB]
[Mars drops down, covering as the ruleador slides down to count]
[ONE]
[..........]
[..................]
[TWO]
[..............]
[..................]
[ARANZA JUST BREAKS IT UP]
Signal: That could've been it there, Aranza saving the match for her team just in the nick of time.
[Mars chuckles at La Cazadora, pushed back into her corner by the ruleador before he slowly drags Darkwish into position.]
Black Scar: Oh no Siggie, this may be bad.
[Warlord Mars lets go of Darkwish, slowly climbing up to the top rope as he bellows out]
Warlord Mars: THIS...IS....WARRRRR!!!
[WAR CRIME]
[MOONSAULT]
[HITS]
[CANVAS]
[Darkwish just moves out of the way as Mars slams down hard on the mat, Scarred Justice slowly stumbling forward. Mars trying to stop him but he's just a hair too slow as Aranza finally tags herself in.]
[The Huntress rushes in like a house on fire, slamming into Mars with stiff as hell strikes that seem to actually hurt the big man. Mars swings wild, Aranza ducking underneath each swing as she nails his knee time after time, finally dropping him down to one knee with a running basement dropkick.]
[Aranza rears back, Mars chuckling but she silences his smile]
[WITH A SKULL CRACKING PARTING SHOT! Spinning Roundhouse Kick doesn't put Mars on the mat but the force takes out his other knee, the Bringer of War dazed as Aranza rushes to the ropes, leaping off]
Signal: 10 POINTER! DOUBLE FOOT STOMP FROM THE TOP TO THE SKULL OF WARLORD MARS! THE BIG MAN IS DOWN! Aranza covers
[ONE]
[..............]
[.................]
[TWO]
[..............]
[MARS THROWS HER OFF!]
[Aranza rolls to her feet, rushing forward once more]
[RIGHT INTO A SUPERKICK FROM SANTIAGO!]
[Siniestro turns]
[OMERTA! Big Boot from Blackhand out of nowhere.]
[CHECKMATE! Spinning Elbow from Dr Cube]
[But Dr Cube turns into Darkness Falls! Brutal Superkick out of nowhere by Darkwish]
Black Scar: This has broken down Siggie, it was only a matter of time.
[Mars stumbles up to his feet, Aranza rushing at his front, Darkwish rushing at his back]
[DARKNESS SHOT! Superkick/Roundhouse Combination rocks Mars, Warlord stumbling forward]
[WHACKED! WHACKED! Moretti somehow delivers a spinebuster on Warlord Mars! ]
[Warlord stumbles up right into a double lariat from Moretti and Darkwish, the big man stumbling over the ropes to the floor below. Aranza backing up, rushing forward as Moretti and Darkwish pop her up high]
[TWISTING PLANCHA WIPES OUT WARLORD MARS ON THE FLOOR!]
Signal: Just like that, War Machine's monster is taken out of the equation as the makeshift team could win it here.
[Dr Cube stumbles to his feet, backing up as he sees the pair slowly stalk forward at him. Moretti rushes forward, Santiago trying to intercept him]
[WHACKED! Moretti with that picture perfect Spinebuster, spiking Santiago into the mat but that may well have been the distraction Cube needed.]
[Kick to the Gut, RUSSIAN....Moretti pushes out of the DDT attempt, throwing Cube backwards before sprinting forward]
[OMERTA...TO DARKWISH! Cube ducks as Moretti wipes out his own partner]
[Moretti turns into a low kick before he's lifted up high, GAME OVER! Package Piledriver hits hard but he doesn't cover as his eyes flick to the corner]
[HERMASO RUIDO! Frog Splash by Santiago Siniestro is the punctuation mark, Santiago rolling off as Dr Cube slides down into a lackluster cover]
[ONE]
[........]
[..........]
[TWO]
[........]
[.....]
[DARKWISH TRIES TO BREAK UP THE FALL BUT SANTIAGO STOPS HIM]
[THREE!!!]
Signal: By hook or by crook, War Machine manage to get the victory here but it may well have only been thanks to Blackhand Moretti's fatal mistake.
Black Scar: The man didn't look his best tonight and War Machine took pure advantage, like the premier team they are.
Winner: The War Machine
...Machine
[War Machine stands in the ring.]
Signal: “What a main event!”
Black Scar: “No. Look at ‘em.”
[Mars has a mic.]
Warlord Mars: "…Lemme get this straight."
[He points across the ring.]
Warlord Mars: "YOU’RE the leader?"
[He jabs a finger at Cube.]
Warlord Mars: "You’re still champ, huh?"
[A step forward.]
Warlord Mars: "Then why does it feel like everything’s FALLIN’ APART!?"
[A snarl.]
Warlord Mars: "You couldn’t control Newton…"
[He circles.]
Warlord Mars: "…couldn’t finish him…”
[He slams a fist into his own chest.]
Warlord Mars: "…and while you were playin’ games, the rest of us were gettin’ dragged into ‘em!"
[Siniestro steps in, calm, cold.]
Santiago Siniestro: "Careful."
[He tilts his head.]
Santiago Siniestro: "How’d stopping PixelShift go for you?"
[A pause.]
Santiago Siniestro: "Or keeping your title."
[Mars turns, his grin fading.]
Warlord Mars: "Say that again."
[Cube steps forward now. Measured. Watching.]
Dr. Cube: "Interesting."
[He looks between them.]
Dr. Cube: "One failed to contain chaos."
[His head tilts.]
Dr. Cube: "The other failed to execute a target."
[His eyes settle on Siniestro.]
Dr. Cube: "Ziggy Robbins still breathes."
[A pause.]
Dr. Cube: "You couldn’t even beat him."
[Siniestro’s jaw tightens.]
[Cube raises a finger.]
Dr. Cube: "Perhaps a game is—"
Warlord Mars: "NO."
[Mars steps in close.]
Warlord Mars: "I’M DONE WITH GAMES."
[He jabs his finger into Cube’s chest.]
Warlord Mars: "I want the World Title."
[No hesitation.]
Santiago Siniestro: "So do I."
[Silence.]
Dr. Cube: "Then we adapt."
[He paces between them.]
Dr. Cube: "At Pandemonium, I grant you both a World Championship match. I’m sure Marvolo will approve."
[The crowd erupts.]
Dr. Cube: "But I choose the stipulation."
[A pause.]
Dr. Cube: "And next week I choose our opponents."
Warlord Mars: "Don’t matter to me."
[He cracks his knuckles.]
Warlord Mars: "I’ll break whoever it is."
[Cube turns to the camera.]
Dr. Cube: "Then let the board be set."
[A pause.]
Dr. Cube: "Next week I face Ziggy Robbins."
[He points to Mars.]
Dr. Cube: "Warlord Mars faces Edward Newton."
[Final point.]
Dr. Cube: "Santiago Siniestro faces PixelShift."
[Silence.]
[The three stand there, the tension thicker than a snicker.]
Signal: “War Machine is cracking right before our eyes.”
Black Scar: “That ain’t cracks, partner…”
[A beat.]
Black Scar: “…that’s three men loading bullets.”
Signal: “We’ll see you next week on SLAM!”