Foolish
[Wrr.]
[Click.]
[Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.]
[Cold Open.]
[The camera fades in on the same room from last week. The same concrete walls. The same naked bulb hanging from the ceiling.]
[Only now, the room is quieter.]
[Still.]
[Almost solemn.]
[Jack Standard remains tied to the chair.]
[One week later. The damage is horrific. His face is stained dark with dried blood. One eye is completely swollen shut. His breathing is shallow.Every movement looks painful.]
[Yet somehow...]
[He's still alive.]
Signal: "One week."
[A pause.]
Signal: "Jack Standard has been sitting in that chair for one week."
Black Scar: "Stubborn son of a bitch."
[Darkwish stands nearby.]
[Arms folded.]
[Watching.]
[Waiting.]
[Suddenly—]
[A cell phone rings.]
[The sound is deafening in the silence.]
[Darkwish looks down.]
[Unknown Number.]
[He answers.]
Darkwish: "Talk."
[A familiar voice answers.]
Academius: "Your foolishness continues to disappoint me."
Signal: "Academius!"
[Darkwish immediately places the call on speaker.]
[Jack Standard weakly lifts his head.]
[Listening.]
Academius: "Pride has led you down a dead end. A predictable outcome."
[Darkwish remains calm.]
Darkwish: "You called to lecture me?"
Academius: "No."
[A beat.]
Academius: "I called to inquire about my partner."
[The room stills.]
Academius: "Is he dead?"
[Darkwish glances toward Standard. The battered man barely remains conscious.]
Darkwish: "No. Unlike your victims."
[Silence.]
[Academius doesn't respond immediately.]
Darkwish: "Enough games."
[He steps closer to the phone.]
Darkwish: "Tell me the truth. Tell me what's happening. Tell me who's behind this."
[A brief chuckle emerges from the speaker.]
[Cold.]
[Dismissive.]
Academius: "The truth?"
[A pause.]
Academius: "You cannot handle the truth."
[Darkwish clenches his jaw.]
Academius: "But soon..."
[A beat.]
Academius: "You will learn the cost of truth, the cost of brutalizing my companion."
[The voice grows colder.]
Academius: "At Maskageddon..."
[A pause.]
Academius: "I will be collecting masks."
[Darkwish's eyes narrow.]
Academius: "And for what you've done to Mr. Standard..."
[A beat.]
Academius: "Yours is the one I look forward to collecting most."
Signal: "That's a threat."
Black Scar: "No."
[A pause.]
Black Scar: "That's a promise."
Darkwish: "Good."
[A beat.]
Darkwish: "Then we're finally getting somewhere."
[He looks down at the broken Standard.]
Darkwish: "You want him?"
[A pause.]
Darkwish:"You know where to find him."
[Darkwish picks up the chair slightly, forcing Standard's head upright.]
Darkwish: "The difference between me and you..."
[A beat.]
Darkwish: "Is that when you collect him..."
[He releases the chair.]
[Standard slumps forward.]
Darkwish: "He'll still be breathing."
[Silence.]
[The line disconnects.]
[The dial tone echoes through the room.]
[Darkwish stares at the phone.]
[Jack Standard coughs weakly.]
[And somewhere out there...]
[Academius is waiting.]
[Cut.]
Signal: Ziggy Robbins may well have the biggest matchup of his career at Maskageddon but he faces off against a monster of a man in Sujeto Cero.
Black Scar: Sujeto won in the battle of the behemoths last week and looked absolutely murderous against not only Collosus but both Glitter and Dolly earlier that night. Ziggy's about to get put in the hospital at best Siggie.
[The bell sounds as Ziggy stands tall, wide grin etched upon his mask as he outstretches a hand out.]
Ziggy Robbins: 'Hey pal, I know we got off to the wrong foot last time but I'm sure we can have a good old fashioned sportsmanlike fight here. Put her there buddy"
[Sujeto looks down at the hand for a moment, head tilted in quizzical fashion before he takes Ziggy's hand.]
Ziggy Robbins: "There's the sport, I knew we..AHHHGGGGHHH'
[Ziggy suddenly screams out in pain, Sujeto crushing his muscles with a brutal grip, damn near breaking Ziggy's bones before he pulls him in.]
[FOR A MOTHERFUCKING LARIATTTOOOOO!]
Signal: Well that could have gone better. Ziggy just got turned inside out like he got sucked up into a twister.
Black Scar: Sujeto Cero is a walking natural disaster. And he's just about to murder that idiot, praise be to Marvolo.
[Ziggy slowly staggers to his feet, right into a one handed Goozle before he's yeeted through the air back first into the turnbuckle posts. Robbins lands hard, yelling out in pain as Cero begins to size him up.]
Ziggy Robbins: "Woah buddy, I...I know you're mad but you...WOAH"
[Ziggy dodges out of the way just in time, Sujeto ramming hard into the corner as Ziggy scampers over to the other corner, clambouring up as Cero slowly turns around.]
Ziggy Robbins: "Maybe this'll cool you off big guy, just chill and hit the mat"
[USE THIS FOR MOTIVATION! Missile Dropkick hits hard but Sujeto doesn't go down, instead staggering on his feet as Ziggy rushes to the top rope once more, ]
Ziggy Robbins: "This'll be it folks, you just gotta keep fighting to take down even the biggest challenge"
[FROM THE BOTTOM...SUJETO CATCHES ZIGGY IN MID-LEAP!]
Black Scar: Welp he tried, now he's about to be broken in half.
Signal: BIOSHOCK! Brutal Press into a Backbreaker and you were right there. And from the serum that Sujeto just inhaled, it looks like the beginning of the end for Ziggy here.
[Sujeto pulls Ziggy up to his feet, but Ziggy was playing possum]
[ALWAYS A CHANCE! Small Package out of nowhere, Ziggy holding on as Sujeto tries to kick out, the ruleador dropping to down to count]
[ONE]
[.......]
[.........]
[TWO]
[........]
[........]
[THREEE]
Signal: Ziggy does it! Picking up the victory from Sujeto Cero out of nowhere, he may well just have the momentum he needs to become the #2 contender at Maskageddon now.
Winner: Ziggy Robbins
Bad Cop
[A hanging lightbulb casts a cone of light onto a solitary chair in otherwise dark surroundings.]
[Tied to the chair, a beaten man drifts in and out of consciousness.]
[From the shadows, a voice speaks.]
?: “Ready for round two?”
[The bound man raises his head–]
[Blackhand Moretti!]
[His mask is rolled up, revealing a fat lip and dried blood from a broken nose.]
Blackhand Moretti: [groggy] “I told you… I dunno nothin’… And even if I did, I ain’t no fuckin’ rat!”
[He spits out a loose tooth.]
[Luke Fucking Storm emerges from the pitch black!]
Luke Storm: “And I told you that I’d fucking break you!”
[He gets right up in The Boss’s shit.]
Luke Storm: [growl] “Come on - you know everything that happens around here!”
Blackhand Moretti: “I don’t even know where the fuck my own guys are at, stronzo!”
[THUD!]
[LUKE CRACKS MORETTI IN THE TEMPLE!]
Luke Storm: “I don’t give two shits about your lowlife henchmen. I only care about Scarlett!”
[Blackhand scoffs.]
Blackhand Moretti: “Scarlett… The chick who dances at the Pink Pussycat?”
[STORM ROARS AND HEADBUTTS MORETTI!]
[Blackhand’s chair tips over with him still in it–]
[CLATTER!]
Luke Storm: “That’s my daughter, you fuck!”
[Luke goes to STOMP HIS HEAD—]
[But Edward Newton holds him back!]
[The Enigma was observing the interrogation this whole time!]
[He speaks to his brother calmly.]
Edward Newton: “He doesn’t know. I told you he’s not our man.”
[Shaking with rage, Storm slows his breathing.]
Edward Newton: “Instead of a man who has a hand in shady dealings, we should focus on whose voice facilitates them…”
[Luke closes his eyes and sighs.]
Edward Newton: “Propaganda.”
[Newton rights Blackhand’s chair and unties him.]
[Edward opens a door, letting more light into the poky room.]
Edward Newton: “Let’s get some answers.”
[He and Storm head out, leaving a freed but bloodied Moretti behind.]
Blackhand Moretti: [groaning] “Sons of a bitch…”
Signal: "Up next, we have a battle between the man who can make you feel his pain and a dinosaur that makes his opponents feel nothing but pain."
Black Scar: "Silas versus Colossus, and if this were a straight-up rock-paper-scissors type battle, Dinosaur crushes Guitar every time."
[The bell sounds, and we’re underway, Silas rushing the Last Dinosaur, ducking a Clothesline from the behemoth.]
[Silas hits the ropes on and comes back Fly Head Scissors – SHARPTOOTH SHATTER – COLOSSUS COUNTERS INTO A WHEELBARROW LIKE FACEBUSTER!]
[Colossus flips Silas over into cover.]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[FOOT ON THE ROPE!]
[The Last Dinosaur pulls The Sound of Sadness off the canvas – THUMB TO THE EYE!]
[Colossus staggers back into the corner blindly, TASTE OF INK – HELLUVA KICK!]
[The Last Dinosaur absorbs the impact and roars in the face of The Sorrow.]
[Silas steps back TASTE OF INK – NO! - METEOR STRIKE – SPINEBUSTER OUT OF THE CORNER!]
[Jurassic Colossus climbs to the outside of the ring, waiting for Silas to stagger to his feet.]
[EXTINCTION’S LAMENT – BUCK SHOT HEADBUTT ECHOES LOUDLY ACROSS THE TEMPLE, SENDS SILAS CRUMBLING TO THE CANVAS AS THE COLOSSUS FALLS INTO THE COVER.]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Signal: "The Massive Dinosaur couldn’t beat tonight!"
Black Scar: "Again, you don’t bet against a Thunder Lizard, Signal even against a man like Silas."
Winner: Jurassic Colossus
Game On
[INT. ARCADE ROOM — BACKSTAGE.]
[Rows of arcade cabinets glow in the darkness. PixelShift sits cross-legged on the floor. Surrounded by candy.]
[Mountains of it.]
[Gummy worms.]
[Lollipops.]
[Chocolate bars.]
[Sour belts.]
[Enough sugar to kill a small village.]
Signal: "I don't like where this is going."
Black Scar: "I do."
[PixelShift picks up a candy necklace. Places it around his neck. Then another And another.]
Pixelshift: "Cool."
[He grabs a handful of gummy bears.]
[Throws them into the air.]
[Trying to catch them in his mouth.]
[Most miss.]
[Suddenly—]
[BANG!]
[The arcade room door explodes inward.]
[The Candy Man storms inside.]
[Furious.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[One hand clutching a Polaroid photograph.]
Signal: "Uh oh."
Black Scar: "He's seen it."
[The Candy Man marches across the room.]
[Shaking with rage.]
The Candy Man: "YOU!"
[PixelShift freezes.]
[Halfway through eating a lollipop.]
Pixelshift: "Oh."
[A beat.]
Pixelshift: "You got my photo?"
[The Candy Man thrusts the Polaroid forward.]
[The camera zooms in.]
[The photograph shows PixelShift. Sitting exactly where he is now. Wearing candy necklaces. Making finger guns.]
[A chocolate moustache drawn across his mask.]
The Candy Man: "YOU SAID YOU FOUND MY STASH!"
[Shakes photo.]
The Candy Man: "YOU DIDN'T FIND IT!"
[Shakes harder.]
The Candy Man: "YOU WERE HAVING A PARTY!"
Signal: "Oh my God."
Black Scar: "The moustache really ties it together."
[PixelShift nervously lowers the lollipop.]
Pixelshift: "In my defence..."
[A pause.]
Pixelshift: "The candy necklace was pretty cool."
[The Candy Man SCREAMS.]
[And charges.]
The Candy Man: "THAT WAS MY NECKLACE!"
[PixelShift dives sideways.]
[The Candy Man lunges across the room—]
[And directly into the open arcade cabinet.]
[WHOOOOSH.]
[The screen flashes.]
[The Candy Man vanishes.]
[Gone.]
[The arcade machine flickers.]
CANDYCRUSHER LOADING...
Signal: "HE WENT IN!"
Black Scar: "Hook. Line. Sinker."
[PixelShift slowly rises, looking at the machine.]
Pixelshift: "Cool."
[The arcade room door opens and Respawn enters carrying a toolbox.]
[He sees the cabinet.]
Respawn: "Perfect."
[PixelShift points at the machine.]
Pixelshift: "He's in there."
Respawn: "I noticed."
[The CandyCrusher cabinet emits a low growl. Candy-themed monsters briefly appear on the screen.]
Respawn: "Looks like the boss fight loaded correctly."
[PixelShift folds his arms.]
Pixelshift: "So what now?"
[Respawn returns to typing on a nearby terminal.]
Respawn: "Now?"
[A shrug.]
Respawn: "You go wrestle Padre Venganza."
[PixelShift blinks.]
Pixelshift: "What?"
Respawn: "You have a match."
[Points to the cabinet.]
Respawn: "Then you come back."
[The screen flashes.]
FINAL BOSS READY
[Respawn grins.]
Respawn: "We've got a level to beta test."
[Cut.]
Signal: “Coming up next, folks, will The Virus corrupt The Living Glitch, or will Pixelshift get one-up on Padre Del La Venganza!?”
Black Scar: “Please, Venganza is gonna punch the quarters out of that arcade nerd like an 80s movie bully!”
[Venganza towers over Pixelshift. The Lambs to the Slaughter victor smirks.]
Signal: “He’s got seven inches and eighty pounds on him!”
Black Scar: “Seven inches!?”
[Pixelshift knows he’s at a disadvantage, but he takes the fight to Padre–]
[A, B, DOWN, UP, DOWN, UP!]
Signal: “8-BIT COMBO RIGHT OUTTA THE GATE!”
[The melee combo pushes Venganza back, but he catches Pixelshift’s leg on a low kick!]
[Padre floors him with a dragon screw leg whip!]
[Pixelshift hobbles to his feet–]
[A LEAPING SIDE KICK SENDS HIM THROUGH THE ROPES!]
Signal: “BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA BY VENGANZA!”
[Padre pursues his foe as the Ruleador starts a ten-count.]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[VENGANZA WHIPS PIXELSHIFT INTO THE STAIRS!]
[RUMBLE!]
[THREE!]
[He picks him up, then hurls him into the barricade!]
[THUD!]
Black Scar: “Padre ain’t playin’ no games, Sig! Someone shoulda told Pixel that!”
[FOUR!]
[Padre stomps a mudhole in him.]
[FIVE!]
[Venganza looks at the crowd. He holds his arms out, daring them to join him.]
[He looks back at Pixelshift…]
[Whose visor reads, 1UP!]
Signal: “CONTINUE SCREEN!”
[SIX!]
[Pixelshift fights back!]
[Shots to the ribs of Padre!]
[SEVEN!]
[The crowd pops as Pixelshift hits a jawbreaker!]
[Venganza stumbles back…]
[EIGHT!]
Black Scar: “Disqualify his cheatin’ ass! That visor is an unfair advantage!”
[Pixelshift grabs his head and forcefully rolls him back into the ring!]
[NINE!]
[The Save-Point Saint follows him, breaking the count!]
[Venganza pounces on him with punches and stomps, but Pixelshift gets to his feet–]
[His visor displays, GAME OVER!]
Signal: “He’s calling for it, Scar!”
[Padre kicks the bottom rope and slaps the turnbuckle in frustration!]
[He turns back–]
[JUMPING CODEBREAK–NO!]
Signal: “Venganza SANDBAGS the HARD RESET!”
Black Scar: “He’s CARRYIN’ Pixelshift like a little girl!”
[Padre snatches him–]
[STO INTO A SNAP DDT!]
Signal: “MIDNIGHT SHADOW!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Signal: “Venganza continues his dominant streak against Pixelshift!”
Winner: Padre Venganza
Lightborn
[The match over, Padre Venganza tries to exit the ring only for the beginning riff of 'Lightbringer' to ring out through the arena!]
Signal: "That was a hell of a match, Scar but it looks like the excitement isn't over!"
Black Scar: "You got that right, Sig. Lux Bellator looks like death but that hasn't seemed to slow him down."
[Bellator all but limps onto the top of the entrance ramp, microphone in hand. He brings it to his lips, gritting his teeth as he hisses at Padre.]
Lux Bellator: "You."
[He points at Padre.]
Lux Bellator: "You want to get rid of me. Your virus didn't kill me, your Family couldn't snuff me out... So why don't you do it yourself?"
[There's a pause, Padre's family snaking out of the crowd, a sea of cold eyed stares directed at Lux as the horde closes in.]
Signal: "This is suicide! Lux is just one man!"
Black Scar: "When you're on death's door, you may as well knock, Sig."
[Snap.]
[With a click of his fingers Padre causes his Family to stand down, all of them freezing in place. One of them hands a microphone to the Patriarch.]
Padre Del La Venganza: "Lux. So feeble yet so unwilling to die. Is a match what you want? One more chance to try and defy us?"
[He smirks, leaning against the ropes and looking Lux up and down.]
Padre Del La Venganza: "Then so be it. At Maskageddon, we want you... In an Iron Man Match. How many times do you think you can rise, Bellator?"
[Lux takes a deep breath, nodding his head.]
Lux Bellator: "As many times as it takes."
[The crowd cheers, Lux standing resolute atop the entrance ramp as the scene slowly fades to black.]
[Cut.]
Catalyst
[THE TEMPLE - BACKSTAGE]
[Dolly Daydream skips through the hallways of OSW’s Temple.]
Signal: “Dolly seems to not have a care in the world. Ignorance is bliss.”
Black Scar: “Meanwhile, she has half the roster drooling over her title.”
[She just about skips right into Glitter, who doesn’t at all seem surprised to see her. As if they were waiting.]
Black Scar: “And Glitter drooling over… something else.”
Glitter: “Where were we, when we were so rudely interrupted?”
[Dolly smiles sweetly.]
Dolly Daydream: “You were asking me to prove how much you mean to me by giving you this title…”
[She pats the Hardcore Championship, winking.]
Dolly Daydream: “Then I... bumped my head.”
[Dolly passes the Hardcore Championship over to Glitter, blowing a kiss.]
Dolly Daydream: “Your friendship means more to me. I’ll let you hold it for a little.”
Glitter: “Oh, Glitter has no intention of being just friends. Glitter is going to show you things you could only ever dream of.”
Dolly Daydream: “Like… France? I’ve always wanted to go to Paris.”
[But the mood seems to instantly drop. Silas saunters in with a heavy sigh.]
Black Scar: “Oh, not this buzzkill…”
Silas: “You don’t deserve nice shiny things, Dolly. Neither of you do.”
[Glitter moves to stand between Silas and Dolly. Silas squares up against them so they eyeball each other.]
Dolly Daydream: “Now, friends…”
[Dolly’s plead fades away, as the scene erupts.]
Signal: “What the hell?!”
[Out of nowhere, Sujeto Cero and Jurassic Colossus appear and begin laying waste to anything in sight.]
Glitter: “Fuck off. Don’t you lay a finger on her.”
[Glitter stands in front of Dolly, shielding her from the incoming monsters.]
[MASSIVE HEADBUTT FROM COLOSSUS DESTROYS GLITTER! BIG BOOT FROM CERO DECIMATES SILAS! ]
[THEN, BOTH MONSTERS SET EYES ON EACH OTHER!]
Signal: “Dolly, that Championship… That’s just the catalyst. Cero and Colossus were always going to end up tearing each other apart.”
[BOTH LOCK HORNS, TRADING HAMMERING BLOWS!]
Black Scar: “Hold onto your seats. These two might bring the whole Temple down around them!”
[The monsters lay waste to each other, and the temple too in the process.]
[Dolly, in the middle of all of the chaos, bends down to Glitter’s unconscious carcass and scoops up the Hardcore Championship.]
[While Colossus and Cero destroy each other, and everything around them, a horde of OSW staff members arrive. Dolly slips away, leaving the chaos unfurling behind her.]
[Cut.]
Signal: “On tap next, we have our resident investigator at large.”
Black Scar: “Resident menace at large, I wholeheartedly believe Darkwish ambushed and beat an innocent man last week. This week I hope our Champion can exact a measure of karma upon this menace.”
[The bell sounds, and we’re underway with Darkwish darting at The Game Master.]
[Cube anticipating move...]
[CHECKMATE! - SPINNING BACK ELBOW!]
[Ducked by Darkwish who Springboards off the middle rope...]
[*K-RAK!*]
[CHECK]
[FUCKING]
[MATE!]
[SPINNING BACK ELBOW KNOCKS SCARRED JUSTICE OUT OF THE AIR!]
[Dr. Cube goes for the pin!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[NO – DARKWISH GETS THE SHOULDER UP!]
[Dr. Cube pulls Justiciero Nocturno to his feet. Short-Arm Clothesline – DUCKED!]
[Scarred Justice spins El Maestro del Juego around...]
[DARKNESS FALLS – SUPERKICK LANDS FLUSH!]
[Cube staggers, bouncing off the ropes, managing to think ahead. Cube ducks between the middle and top rope.]
[ONE STEP AHEAD - REBOUND CLOTHELINE!]
[Misses the mark, Darkwish hooks The Game Master’s arm before managing to cross his legs and scoop him up.]
[NIGHT TERR – NO DR. CUBE SLIPS OUT THE BACK LANDING ON HIS FEET SPINNING SCARRED JUSTICE AROUND, KICKING HIM IN THE GUT!]
[GAME OVER – PACKAGE PILEDRIVER SPIKES DARKWISH ON HIS SKULL AS DR. CUBE MOVES INTO THE COVER!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Signal: “Another win for our OSW Champion, Scar.”
Black Scar: “And true justice is served here tonight as The Game Master drops Darkwish on his head and captures the victory here tonight. I love to see Karma being dealt out here tonight, Sig.”
Winner: Dr. Cube
Violence
[Ringside.]
[Santiago Del Toro stands in the ring, the championship draped over one shoulder. Across from him stands Deadeye. The two men haven't taken their eyes off each other since Deadeye entered.]
Signal: "This atmosphere is tense enough to cut with a knife."
Black Scar: "Good. Means somebody might use one."
[Del Toro slowly removes the title from his shoulder.]
Santiago Del Toro: "You carry violence like a weapon."
[A step forward.]
Santiago Del Toro: "I carry it like a ritual."
[Deadeye spits to the side.]
Deadeye: "Son, violence ain't poetry."
[He taps the grip of his revolver.]
Deadeye: "It's simple."
[A beat.]
Deadeye: "Somebody wants somethin'. Somebody else gets buried."
[The crowd murmurs.]
[Del Toro smirks.]
Santiago Del Toro: "Then perhaps tonight..."
[A pause.]
Santiago Del Toro: "You'll surrender more than your body."
[Suddenly—]
[Two red dots appear.]
[One settles on Del Toro's forehead.]
[The other lands squarely between Deadeye's eyes.]
[The crowd gasps.]
Signal: "What the hell!?"
Black Scar: "Snipers!"
[Both men instantly stop talking.]
[Their eyes track upward.]
[The tron flickers to life.]
[Santiago Siniestro appears.]
[Sitting calmly in darkness, behind two sniper rifles - clearly in the rafters.]
Siniestro: "Hay más de una forma de despellejar un gato."
[A beat.]
Siniestro:"There's more than one way to skin a cat."
[The red dots remain fixed.]
Siniestro: "Violence is not just a punch.Violence is not just a bullet."
[A faint smile.]
Siniestro: "Violence is opportunity."
[A pause.]
Siniestro: "And it comes in many forms. You'll both learn that soon enough."
[The screen cuts to black.]
[The red dots vanish.]
[The crowd exhales.]
[Del Toro and Deadeye slowly turn back toward each other.]
[Neither backing down.]
Signal: "What a statement that was..."
Black Scar: "It just made this fight even more dangerous."
[The title is raised.]
[The battle is moments away.]
Signal: We have a huge Ultraviolent Championship matchup here, the Matador of Souls making his first defense against the bounty hunter himself Deadshot which is definetly curious given his recent history with the bossman.
Black Scar: Makes perfect sense Siggy, Marvolo knows how good Deadeye is but he also wants him to suffer a little more. Win win for the number wahn if you ask me.
Signal: Either way, this should be a brutal matchup here, no pinfalls or submissions as always, the only way to win in Ultraviolence is KO.
[The bell begins as Deadeye rushes forward, looking for a huge V-Trigger knee but Del Toro has him scouted, slipping aside the charge with grace and ease]
[CURSED CHARGE! A Vicious Kick mash Deadeye in the back of the head, stunning the Gunslinger before a second one sends him staggering chest first into the ropes. Deadeye stumbles backwards.]
[ETERNAL SILEN....NO! Santiago tries to lock in the Cobra Clutch but Deadeye manages to slip out of the hold, nailing Santiago with a jawbreaker before swinging himself around.]
[RIDE WITH ME! The V-Trigger nails Del Toro the second time before he's nailed with a second knee to the jaw that staggers him. Deadeye trying to lift him up for a Piledriver but Del Toro manages to slip out.]
Signal: The Cape is in play Scar. Del Toro wraps it around Deadeye's head for a moment before that Sinister Forearm drops him down like a shot.
[Del Toro quickly rushes to the ropes, looking for the punctuation as he leaps off.]
[FALLING..REVOLVER! Del Toro gets clotheslined out of the goddamn sky with a brutal Discus Lariato. Deadeye not letting up, as he backs up a few paces ]
[REVELRY! Before a brutal curb stomp sends Santiago's skull into the mat.]
Black Scar: He's not out yet though, Deadeye needs a little more to knock out the current champion here.
[Deadeye backs up into the ropes, pointing two pairs of fingers guns as he blows Santiago away before rushing forward.]
[DEAD...PASSADA! Deadeye rushes right into that sudden DDT, a brutal strike that drops him down to one knee. Santiago rolling back as he raises one hand, his fingers curling]
[PHANTOM CORNADA! Brutal knee to the heart of Deadeye lands flush, Deadeye drops to the mat as the ruleador rings the bell, SANTIAGO DEL TORO HAS KNOCKED DEADEYE OUT COLD!]
Signal: Brutal matchup here as the Matador of Souls emerges victorious, knocking Deadeye out cold and remaining the OSW Ultraviolence Champion
Winner & Still UltraViolent Champion: Santiago Del Toro
A Positive ID?
[A familiar Ferrari thunders down the Molvanian backroads, taking turns at breakneck speeds and kicking up dust as it whips through the dirt.]
[Eventually the car comes rolling to a halt, the headlights going dark as the driver parks behind a bush. The door slowly opens, Ziggy Robbins stepping out of the vehicle and moving right into the bushes!]
Ziggy Robbins: "I've been positive every day of my life... And I'm positive I've got you this time, Doc."
[Ziggy whispers to himself, pulling a pair of binoculars to his face and peering out from his hiding spot.]
[We see through Ziggy's eyes, glancing from place to place before coming to a rest on a derelict building.]
[Dr. E Vinell arriving out front.]
Ziggy Robbins: "And Bingo was his Name-o!"
[Vinell glances back towards Ziggy's hiding spot, the Motivator hitting the dirt and throwing a hand over his mouth.]
[There's a momentary pause, Vinell tilting his head before shrugging and turning back to the building's front door.]
[Robbins pops back up, binoculars back to his face, zeroing in on Vinell's hand as he types a code into the numpad.]
[The door slides open and Vinell disappears inside, letting it slide shut behind himself.]
[Ziggy crawls out from his hiding spot, the bushes rustling as he slowly walks up to the door, fingers jumping to the numpad.]
[Beep.]
[Beep.]
[Beep.]
[Beep.]
['Access Granted']
Ziggy Robbins: "Open says me!"
[A smile graces Ziggy's face as he steps inside Vinell's lab, the door slamming shut behind him.]
Ziggy Robbins: "Nothing Vinell does will stop me from getting you back. I'm positive."
[To Be Continued.]
Signal: “The following bout ought to be interesting, folks. I don’t know how these two can possibly cooperate, Scar. The Sexual Messiah, Glitter, will team with Death Himself, Mr. Grimm!”
Black Scar: “What kinda sick, twisted mind comes up with those two!?”
Signal: “Their opponents are an odd couple in themselves: Lux Bellator and Academius! Both seek to teach, reciting from books to do so, yet they’re from different worlds!”
Black Scar: “I can’t see either o’ these teams co-existin’, Sig!”
[Grimm and Lux start out–]
Signal: “Oh, Glitter just tagged themselves in.”
[A ticked-off Grimm barges past them on his way to the apron.]
[Glitter strokes their chest and bites the air in Bellator’s direction. The Light Warrior shakes his head as the crowd laughs.]
[They lock up!]
[Lux goes behind - only for Glitter to go behind instead!]
Black Scar: “Whoa - Glitter just went for the Sermon on the Mount, but Lux ain’t havin’ none o’ that!”
[Bellator tags Academius in.]
[One-half of DEMASQ immediately floors Glitter with a BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!]
Signal: “He wipes his hands of CHALK DUST!”
[Wait…]
[Glitter recovers into a seductive pose.]
Glitter: “Mmm, Glitter is hot for teacher!”
[The crowd roars as an exasperated Academius tags Lux back in.]
[Bellator looks to end this farce quickly with a DRAGON SLEEPER!]
Signal: “Glitter’s in the CONFESSIONAL - may God help us all!”
[Glitter COUNTERS, however - spinning Lux round into the BALLS-PLEX!]
Black Scar: “They just hit the ORGASM BUTTON!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[KNEE TREMBLER BY ACADEMIUS!]
Signal: “The EXPULSION breaks it up - and Academius oughta be expelled for that!”
[Grimm concurs, as he storms into the ring–]
[THE REAPER HEADBUTTS THE SCHOLAR!]
Black Scar: “He’s on DEATH’S DOOR now!”
[The Ruleador orders Grimm back onto the apron. Academius drags himself to the opposing corner.]
[Lux is the first to make the tag!]
[Academius climbs to the top rope groggily.]
Academius: “DIIIIIS-MISSSSED!”
[HE LEAPS!]
[TOP-ROPE DIVING KNEE DROP!]
Signal: “CLASS DISMISSED - BUT IT’S GLITTER’S DAY OFF!”
[ACADEMIUS HITS NOTHING BUT MAT!]
Black Scar: “Glitter tags in their leatherdaddy, Mr. Grimm!”
[Grimm scales the turnbuckle himself.]
[HE JUMPS–]
[FLYING HEADBUTT!]
Signal: “Nobody home - it’s NATURAL CAUSES for Grimm himself!”
[Academius heaves him up and hits the REGAL-PLEX!]
Black Scar: “A-PLUS for determination!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Signal: “Academius and Lux Bellator pull off a miracle to get the win!”
Black Scar: “Academius will tell you it was just science!”
Winners: Lux Bellator & Academius
Basic Instinct, Redux
[INT. UNKNOWN LOCATION — NIGHT. SHOWN AT LAST SLAM!]
[A dark room.]
[Propaganda stands before the camera.]
Propaganda: "Soon... Someone will discover exactly who they are."
[The followers begin softly chanting.]
Propaganda: "And when they do..."
[He smiles.]
Propaganda: "They'll finally stop asking why, and start asking what comes next."
[The bulb flickers.]
[Then the camera slowly pans.]
Signal: "...Wait. This isn’t just a re-run."
Black Scar: "Somebody's standing over there."
[The followers remain in shadow.]
[But one figure stands apart from them.]
[Dog tags.]
[Camo.]
[A purple headband.]
Signal: "RAMBRO."
Black Scar: "I thought Propaganda was talking about one of the Newtons. He was talking about Rambro?"
[Rambro doesn't speak.]
[He simply stares at Propaganda.]
[As the chanting swallows the room.]
[Cut to…]
[INT. BACKSTAGE — NIGHT. THE PRESENT]
[Rambro stands alone. Propaganda saunters into the picture, with several followers trailing behind him.]
[Silent.]
[Watching.]
Signal: "Rambro's been different ever since Propaganda got his claws in him."
Black Scar: "Different? Kid came back looking like he spent six months fighting a war. And it was just one week!"
[Propaganda circles him slowly. Like a drill instructor inspecting a soldier.]
Propaganda: "Tell me what you feel."
[Rambro doesn't answer.]
Propaganda: "Anger?"
[A pause.]
Propaganda: "Pain?"
[Another.]
Propaganda: "Loss?"
[Rambro's jaw tightens.]
Propaganda: "Good."
[He steps closer.]
Propaganda: "Because those things are honest. The world told you who you were. A joke. A mascot. "A dancing fool. And what happened when the mask came off?"
[Silence.]
Rambro: "They noticed me."
Propaganda: "Exactly."
[He places a hand on Rambro's shoulder.]
Propaganda: "Pain strips away the lies."
[The followers begin a slow rhythmic stomp.]
Propaganda: "You were reborn."
[The stomping grows louder.]
Propaganda: "Tell me, soldier."
[A pause.]
Propaganda: "What comes next?"
[Rambro looks directly into the camera. The stare is unsettling.]
Rambro: "War."
[The followers erupt into cheers.]
[Propaganda smiles.]
[The stomping echoes through the corridor.]
[Cut.]
Signal: We have a big time main event here folks. After Moretti tried to murder Ram Jam last week, something snapped in the happy go lucky ladies man, as he seemingly has reverted to a darker, much more violent side of himself. And he may well have his first victim here tonight.
Black Scar: Edward Newton is anything but a victim Siggie. Ram Jam might have a fresh coat of paint and a new attitude but the Riddler has faced off against much worse. He's not going down tonight that's for sure.
[The bell sounds as Newton smirks, sizing up the former Groove-ador, his eyes twinkling with fascination and arrogance alike.]
Edward Newton: I didn't think a little water could change a man so much. The other you was a lot more fun then this...dime store war hero bit.
[Rambro doesn't respond, just staring at the Riddler with cold eyes, not moving nor seeming like he's even acknowledging the words Newton is saying.]
Edward Newton: You know, you should be thanking my brother for saving you, he is the softer heart. Now pay it forward, lay down and then we can take down Blackhand...
[Newton doesn't even get to finish his sentence before Rambro rushes forward with incredible speed, slapping the taste out of the Riddlers mouth and nearly putting him onto the mat with a single blow.]
Rambro: You talk too much. That's why you can't find her.
Signal: Well, that may well have shut up Newton.
[The Riddler scowls, rushing forward in a rage with a clothesline that's easily dodged, Rambro striking quickly to the back of Newton's head. Newton swinging wildly as Rambro ducks, dodges and weaves, nailing Newton with each missed strike before one errant elbow nails Rambro in the jaw.]
[The Last Survivor slightly staggers back, a small trickle of blood coming from his jaw as Newton smirks, rushing forward again]
[RIGHT INTO A LOW BRIDGE THAT SENDS HIM FLYING OVER THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR BELOW!]
[Newton staggers up to his feet on the outside, stumbling backwards right into Rambro who is already right behind him. Newton swings around, Rambro ducking a wild right before dropping low]
[DROP]
[TOE]
[HOLD]
[RIGHT INTO THE STEP...NO!]
Black Scar: Newton just avoids landing head first into the steel steps
[NAPALM ELBOW! Rambro leaps off the apron, slamming his elbow right into the back of The Riddler's skull, driving him face first into the steel!]
Black Scar: Well holy shit, that might be a first.
[Rambro pulls the groggy and slightly bleeding Newton up to his feet, throwing hard back into the ring. Rambro slides in afterwards, right into a flurry of kicks from the still slightly groggy Newton before he's pulled up.]
[RIGHT HAND...Rambro dodges it, wrapping the ropes around the right arm. Newton swings with the left but that limb too is trapped within the ropes. Newton struggling to free himself before Rambro goes back, wrapping his arms around Newton's waist.]
[DEAD ZONE! Deadlift Back Suplex, ripping Newton from the ropes as it may well have popped out one of his shoulders from the sheer force and elevation from the rope assist.]
Signal: Rambro absolutely decimating the Riddler in a way we've never seen before. This new side of the former fun loving luchador is a dangerous man indeed.
[Newton goes down hard, quickly sitting up as he scoots back, holding his right shoulder in pain. He slams it down hard before looking up]
[AND JUST BARELY AVOIDING A SLIDING FOREARM TO THE FACE BY RAMBRO]
[Rambro leaps again, and again, Newton just barely avoiding each shot before he's pushed into the corner. Rambro backing up as he rushes forward once more,]
[ONLY FOR NEWTON TO ROLL OUT OF THE WAY AS RAMBRO BASEBALL SLIDES INTO THE CORNER]
Black Scar: Only a matter of time, Edward Newton's the smartest man in wrestling today and always has a plan.
[Newton smirks, pulling the dazed Rambro up to his feet, gripping him by the back of the head before bouncing it off the turnbuckle.]
Edward Newton: RIDDLE
[SLAM!]
Edward Newton: ME!
[SLAM!]
Edward Newton: THAT!
[SLAM!]
[Newton slams Rambro's head into the buckle a fourth and a fifth, slamming it over and over until his bad shoulder gives out. Panting, he lets go but Rambro doesn't fall.]
[He just turns, shaking his head and urging Newton to try again.]
[The Riddler scowls, rushing forward]
[RIGHT INTO A LEG SWEEP! The Tripwire connects but Newton is quickly on his feet, right into a giant headbutt that rocks him and sends him staggering backwards. Rambro rears back, looking for a clothesline]
[NEWTON DUCKS BEFORE SWEEPING THE LEG HIMSELF! He grabs it as Rambro goes down, rolling through]
[CHECKMATE ROL...NO! Newton can barely get the ankle clutched before he's kicked off easily. Rambro gets to his feet into a hard knee to the stomach, Newton lifting him up onto his shoulders.]
[THE ENIGMA...NO! Rambro drops backwards, pushing Newton forward. The Riddler nearly going chest first into the turnbuckles but stopping himself just in time, turning around quickly]
Signal: AMBUSH! Brutal Running High Knee out of nowhere may well have knocked Newton out cold. Rambro adjusting his dog tags as he pulls The Riddler up.
[Newton was ready though, raking the eyes, blinding Rambro for a moment before he kicks the leg out, taking him down]
[AND LOCKING IN THE QUESTION MARK CROSSFACE!]
Black Scar: That's it there and then Siggie. The very best have fallen to that crossface, it's damn near unstoppable against anyone on the roster.
[Newton pulls back with all his strength, fury in his eyes as he screams out for Rambro to tap. The Last Survivor doesn't yell, cry out or even look in pain, he just grits his teeth, pounding the mat with a determined look in his eyes as he slowly begins to stand up.]
[Newton pulls back with everything he has, trying to drag Rambro back down to the mat but Rambro roars in fury, slowly rising up with Newton on his shoulders before he stumbles back]
[SENDING NEWTON BACK FIRST HARD INTO THE TURNBUCKLES, BREAKING THE HOLD!]
[Rambro stumbles forward, breathing hard as Newton struggles to get to his feet. He staggers up]
[RIGHT INTO A BRUTAL HORN HEADBUTT]
[LARIFUCKINGATO! Rambro turns The Riddler nearly goddamn inside out with a huge standing Lariat. Rambro just staring down at the struggling Newton before calling for the end.]
Signal: This may well be it, Rambro may well be about to put down Edward Newton here tonight.
[Rambro pulls Newton up from behind, trying to lock him into a sleeper hold. ]
[LAST EXTRACTION! Sleeper Hold into a Spinebreaker as Newton has been broken in half!]
[Rambro drops down, hooking both legs as the ruleador drops down to count]
[ONE]
[.......]
[......]
[TWO]
[......]
[......]
[.......]
[THREE!!!!]
Signal: Holy hell, Rambro did it. He beat Edward Newton here and not only clean as a whistle but with relative ease too. What has Blackhand Moretti awakened?
Black Scar: I don't know Siggie but whatever it is, he should be scared of what's coming next.
Winner: Rambro
War
[Rambro rests in the corner, bandana askew.]
Signal: “That was a war!”
[Newton recuperates on the apron.]
Black Scar: “After tonight, I think Edward Newton is gonna suffer Rambro flashbacks!”
Signal: “Wait - Rambro doesn’t seem to think his mission is complete!”
[The Last Survivor hardways The Riddler back into the ring!]
[Edward scrambles–]
[RUNNING HIGH KNEE BY RAMBRO!]
Black Scar: “He just got AMBUSHED!”
[Rambro scoops him up–]
Signal: “He’s going for that high-angle back suplex!”
Black Scar: “Eddy ESCAPES the DEAD ZONE!”
[Rambro spins round–]
[KICK TO THE GUT!]
[JUMPING IMPLANT DDT!]
Signal: “NEVERMIND!”
[♩Moretti’s March roughs up the sound system!]
Black Scar: “Blackhand Moretti!?”
[Sure enough, the black-and-blue Mobster stomps to the ring!]
Signal: “He’s got revenge on his mind, Scar!”
Black Scar: “But Eddy saved his ass!”
Signal: “Eventually! Storm, Newton - I don’t think Blackhand cares which brother he rips apart!”
[Moretti slides in–]
[HE AND NEWTON DUKE IT OUT!]
Black Scar: “Pass the salt, Sig - we got a slugfest!”
[BLACKHAND DECAPITATES HIM WITH A BIG BOOT!]
Signal: “OMERTA, OMERTA!”
[The Don of Destruction backs right into Rambro!]
Black Scar: “Uh-oh!”
Rambro: “YOU!”
[RAMBRO RUSHES HIM–]
[HE THROTTLES MORETTI!]
[BLACKHAND CHOKES HIM BACK!]
Signal: “They’ve got their hands wrapped around each other’s throats!”
[♩Obey brainwashes the speakers!]
Black Scar: “Just what we need to defuse this situation - the truth!”
[Propaganda takes to the stage.]
Signal: “And if that doesn’t do it, the steel chair he’s holding will!”
[The Voice of Obedience rolls into the ring…]
[CRACK!]
Black Scar: “STEEL CHAIR TO THE BACK OF MORETTI!”
[Rambro pie-faces Blackhand to the mat! Newton rises, looking from Rambro to Propaganda… He knows what’s coming.]
[PROPAGANDA SWINGS–]
[NEWTON DUCKS!]
[KICK TO THE GUT!]
Signal: “THE GENIUS, ONE STEP AHEAD!”
[NEVER–NO!]
[SLEEPER HOLD BY RAMBRO!]
[LIFTED INTO A BACKBREAKER!]
Black Scar: “LAST EXTRACTION!”
[Rambro looks at Propaganda.]
[He drops the chair and nods.]
Signal: “Rambro and Propaganda, allied forces, stand tall on the final stop before Maskageddon!”
[Wrr.]
[Click.]
[Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.]
[Cold Open.]
[The camera fades in on the same room from last week. The same concrete walls. The same naked bulb hanging from the ceiling.]
[Only now, the room is quieter.]
[Still.]
[Almost solemn.]
[Jack Standard remains tied to the chair.]
[One week later. The damage is horrific. His face is stained dark with dried blood. One eye is completely swollen shut. His breathing is shallow.Every movement looks painful.]
[Yet somehow...]
[He's still alive.]
Signal: "One week."
[A pause.]
Signal: "Jack Standard has been sitting in that chair for one week."
Black Scar: "Stubborn son of a bitch."
[Darkwish stands nearby.]
[Arms folded.]
[Watching.]
[Waiting.]
[Suddenly—]
[A cell phone rings.]
[The sound is deafening in the silence.]
[Darkwish looks down.]
[Unknown Number.]
[He answers.]
Darkwish: "Talk."
[A familiar voice answers.]
Academius: "Your foolishness continues to disappoint me."
Signal: "Academius!"
[Darkwish immediately places the call on speaker.]
[Jack Standard weakly lifts his head.]
[Listening.]
Academius: "Pride has led you down a dead end. A predictable outcome."
[Darkwish remains calm.]
Darkwish: "You called to lecture me?"
Academius: "No."
[A beat.]
Academius: "I called to inquire about my partner."
[The room stills.]
Academius: "Is he dead?"
[Darkwish glances toward Standard. The battered man barely remains conscious.]
Darkwish: "No. Unlike your victims."
[Silence.]
[Academius doesn't respond immediately.]
Darkwish: "Enough games."
[He steps closer to the phone.]
Darkwish: "Tell me the truth. Tell me what's happening. Tell me who's behind this."
[A brief chuckle emerges from the speaker.]
[Cold.]
[Dismissive.]
Academius: "The truth?"
[A pause.]
Academius: "You cannot handle the truth."
[Darkwish clenches his jaw.]
Academius: "But soon..."
[A beat.]
Academius: "You will learn the cost of truth, the cost of brutalizing my companion."
[The voice grows colder.]
Academius: "At Maskageddon..."
[A pause.]
Academius: "I will be collecting masks."
[Darkwish's eyes narrow.]
Academius: "And for what you've done to Mr. Standard..."
[A beat.]
Academius: "Yours is the one I look forward to collecting most."
Signal: "That's a threat."
Black Scar: "No."
[A pause.]
Black Scar: "That's a promise."
Darkwish: "Good."
[A beat.]
Darkwish: "Then we're finally getting somewhere."
[He looks down at the broken Standard.]
Darkwish: "You want him?"
[A pause.]
Darkwish:"You know where to find him."
[Darkwish picks up the chair slightly, forcing Standard's head upright.]
Darkwish: "The difference between me and you..."
[A beat.]
Darkwish: "Is that when you collect him..."
[He releases the chair.]
[Standard slumps forward.]
Darkwish: "He'll still be breathing."
[Silence.]
[The line disconnects.]
[The dial tone echoes through the room.]
[Darkwish stares at the phone.]
[Jack Standard coughs weakly.]
[And somewhere out there...]
[Academius is waiting.]
[Cut.]
Signal: Ziggy Robbins may well have the biggest matchup of his career at Maskageddon but he faces off against a monster of a man in Sujeto Cero.
Black Scar: Sujeto won in the battle of the behemoths last week and looked absolutely murderous against not only Collosus but both Glitter and Dolly earlier that night. Ziggy's about to get put in the hospital at best Siggie.
[The bell sounds as Ziggy stands tall, wide grin etched upon his mask as he outstretches a hand out.]
Ziggy Robbins: 'Hey pal, I know we got off to the wrong foot last time but I'm sure we can have a good old fashioned sportsmanlike fight here. Put her there buddy"
[Sujeto looks down at the hand for a moment, head tilted in quizzical fashion before he takes Ziggy's hand.]
Ziggy Robbins: "There's the sport, I knew we..AHHHGGGGHHH'
[Ziggy suddenly screams out in pain, Sujeto crushing his muscles with a brutal grip, damn near breaking Ziggy's bones before he pulls him in.]
[FOR A MOTHERFUCKING LARIATTTOOOOO!]
Signal: Well that could have gone better. Ziggy just got turned inside out like he got sucked up into a twister.
Black Scar: Sujeto Cero is a walking natural disaster. And he's just about to murder that idiot, praise be to Marvolo.
[Ziggy slowly staggers to his feet, right into a one handed Goozle before he's yeeted through the air back first into the turnbuckle posts. Robbins lands hard, yelling out in pain as Cero begins to size him up.]
Ziggy Robbins: "Woah buddy, I...I know you're mad but you...WOAH"
[Ziggy dodges out of the way just in time, Sujeto ramming hard into the corner as Ziggy scampers over to the other corner, clambouring up as Cero slowly turns around.]
Ziggy Robbins: "Maybe this'll cool you off big guy, just chill and hit the mat"
[USE THIS FOR MOTIVATION! Missile Dropkick hits hard but Sujeto doesn't go down, instead staggering on his feet as Ziggy rushes to the top rope once more, ]
Ziggy Robbins: "This'll be it folks, you just gotta keep fighting to take down even the biggest challenge"
[FROM THE BOTTOM...SUJETO CATCHES ZIGGY IN MID-LEAP!]
Black Scar: Welp he tried, now he's about to be broken in half.
Signal: BIOSHOCK! Brutal Press into a Backbreaker and you were right there. And from the serum that Sujeto just inhaled, it looks like the beginning of the end for Ziggy here.
[Sujeto pulls Ziggy up to his feet, but Ziggy was playing possum]
[ALWAYS A CHANCE! Small Package out of nowhere, Ziggy holding on as Sujeto tries to kick out, the ruleador dropping to down to count]
[ONE]
[.......]
[.........]
[TWO]
[........]
[........]
[THREEE]
Signal: Ziggy does it! Picking up the victory from Sujeto Cero out of nowhere, he may well just have the momentum he needs to become the #2 contender at Maskageddon now.
Winner: Ziggy Robbins
Bad Cop
[A hanging lightbulb casts a cone of light onto a solitary chair in otherwise dark surroundings.]
[Tied to the chair, a beaten man drifts in and out of consciousness.]
[From the shadows, a voice speaks.]
?: “Ready for round two?”
[The bound man raises his head–]
[Blackhand Moretti!]
[His mask is rolled up, revealing a fat lip and dried blood from a broken nose.]
Blackhand Moretti: [groggy] “I told you… I dunno nothin’… And even if I did, I ain’t no fuckin’ rat!”
[He spits out a loose tooth.]
[Luke Fucking Storm emerges from the pitch black!]
Luke Storm: “And I told you that I’d fucking break you!”
[He gets right up in The Boss’s shit.]
Luke Storm: [growl] “Come on - you know everything that happens around here!”
Blackhand Moretti: “I don’t even know where the fuck my own guys are at, stronzo!”
[THUD!]
[LUKE CRACKS MORETTI IN THE TEMPLE!]
Luke Storm: “I don’t give two shits about your lowlife henchmen. I only care about Scarlett!”
[Blackhand scoffs.]
Blackhand Moretti: “Scarlett… The chick who dances at the Pink Pussycat?”
[STORM ROARS AND HEADBUTTS MORETTI!]
[Blackhand’s chair tips over with him still in it–]
[CLATTER!]
Luke Storm: “That’s my daughter, you fuck!”
[Luke goes to STOMP HIS HEAD—]
[But Edward Newton holds him back!]
[The Enigma was observing the interrogation this whole time!]
[He speaks to his brother calmly.]
Edward Newton: “He doesn’t know. I told you he’s not our man.”
[Shaking with rage, Storm slows his breathing.]
Edward Newton: “Instead of a man who has a hand in shady dealings, we should focus on whose voice facilitates them…”
[Luke closes his eyes and sighs.]
Edward Newton: “Propaganda.”
[Newton rights Blackhand’s chair and unties him.]
[Edward opens a door, letting more light into the poky room.]
Edward Newton: “Let’s get some answers.”
[He and Storm head out, leaving a freed but bloodied Moretti behind.]
Blackhand Moretti: [groaning] “Sons of a bitch…”
Signal: "Up next, we have a battle between the man who can make you feel his pain and a dinosaur that makes his opponents feel nothing but pain."
Black Scar: "Silas versus Colossus, and if this were a straight-up rock-paper-scissors type battle, Dinosaur crushes Guitar every time."
[The bell sounds, and we’re underway, Silas rushing the Last Dinosaur, ducking a Clothesline from the behemoth.]
[Silas hits the ropes on and comes back Fly Head Scissors – SHARPTOOTH SHATTER – COLOSSUS COUNTERS INTO A WHEELBARROW LIKE FACEBUSTER!]
[Colossus flips Silas over into cover.]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[FOOT ON THE ROPE!]
[The Last Dinosaur pulls The Sound of Sadness off the canvas – THUMB TO THE EYE!]
[Colossus staggers back into the corner blindly, TASTE OF INK – HELLUVA KICK!]
[The Last Dinosaur absorbs the impact and roars in the face of The Sorrow.]
[Silas steps back TASTE OF INK – NO! - METEOR STRIKE – SPINEBUSTER OUT OF THE CORNER!]
[Jurassic Colossus climbs to the outside of the ring, waiting for Silas to stagger to his feet.]
[EXTINCTION’S LAMENT – BUCK SHOT HEADBUTT ECHOES LOUDLY ACROSS THE TEMPLE, SENDS SILAS CRUMBLING TO THE CANVAS AS THE COLOSSUS FALLS INTO THE COVER.]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Signal: "The Massive Dinosaur couldn’t beat tonight!"
Black Scar: "Again, you don’t bet against a Thunder Lizard, Signal even against a man like Silas."
Winner: Jurassic Colossus
Game On
[INT. ARCADE ROOM — BACKSTAGE.]
[Rows of arcade cabinets glow in the darkness. PixelShift sits cross-legged on the floor. Surrounded by candy.]
[Mountains of it.]
[Gummy worms.]
[Lollipops.]
[Chocolate bars.]
[Sour belts.]
[Enough sugar to kill a small village.]
Signal: "I don't like where this is going."
Black Scar: "I do."
[PixelShift picks up a candy necklace. Places it around his neck. Then another And another.]
Pixelshift: "Cool."
[He grabs a handful of gummy bears.]
[Throws them into the air.]
[Trying to catch them in his mouth.]
[Most miss.]
[Suddenly—]
[BANG!]
[The arcade room door explodes inward.]
[The Candy Man storms inside.]
[Furious.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[One hand clutching a Polaroid photograph.]
Signal: "Uh oh."
Black Scar: "He's seen it."
[The Candy Man marches across the room.]
[Shaking with rage.]
The Candy Man: "YOU!"
[PixelShift freezes.]
[Halfway through eating a lollipop.]
Pixelshift: "Oh."
[A beat.]
Pixelshift: "You got my photo?"
[The Candy Man thrusts the Polaroid forward.]
[The camera zooms in.]
[The photograph shows PixelShift. Sitting exactly where he is now. Wearing candy necklaces. Making finger guns.]
[A chocolate moustache drawn across his mask.]
The Candy Man: "YOU SAID YOU FOUND MY STASH!"
[Shakes photo.]
The Candy Man: "YOU DIDN'T FIND IT!"
[Shakes harder.]
The Candy Man: "YOU WERE HAVING A PARTY!"
Signal: "Oh my God."
Black Scar: "The moustache really ties it together."
[PixelShift nervously lowers the lollipop.]
Pixelshift: "In my defence..."
[A pause.]
Pixelshift: "The candy necklace was pretty cool."
[The Candy Man SCREAMS.]
[And charges.]
The Candy Man: "THAT WAS MY NECKLACE!"
[PixelShift dives sideways.]
[The Candy Man lunges across the room—]
[And directly into the open arcade cabinet.]
[WHOOOOSH.]
[The screen flashes.]
[The Candy Man vanishes.]
[Gone.]
[The arcade machine flickers.]
CANDYCRUSHER LOADING...
Signal: "HE WENT IN!"
Black Scar: "Hook. Line. Sinker."
[PixelShift slowly rises, looking at the machine.]
Pixelshift: "Cool."
[The arcade room door opens and Respawn enters carrying a toolbox.]
[He sees the cabinet.]
Respawn: "Perfect."
[PixelShift points at the machine.]
Pixelshift: "He's in there."
Respawn: "I noticed."
[The CandyCrusher cabinet emits a low growl. Candy-themed monsters briefly appear on the screen.]
Respawn: "Looks like the boss fight loaded correctly."
[PixelShift folds his arms.]
Pixelshift: "So what now?"
[Respawn returns to typing on a nearby terminal.]
Respawn: "Now?"
[A shrug.]
Respawn: "You go wrestle Padre Venganza."
[PixelShift blinks.]
Pixelshift: "What?"
Respawn: "You have a match."
[Points to the cabinet.]
Respawn: "Then you come back."
[The screen flashes.]
FINAL BOSS READY
[Respawn grins.]
Respawn: "We've got a level to beta test."
[Cut.]
Signal: “Coming up next, folks, will The Virus corrupt The Living Glitch, or will Pixelshift get one-up on Padre Del La Venganza!?”
Black Scar: “Please, Venganza is gonna punch the quarters out of that arcade nerd like an 80s movie bully!”
[Venganza towers over Pixelshift. The Lambs to the Slaughter victor smirks.]
Signal: “He’s got seven inches and eighty pounds on him!”
Black Scar: “Seven inches!?”
[Pixelshift knows he’s at a disadvantage, but he takes the fight to Padre–]
[A, B, DOWN, UP, DOWN, UP!]
Signal: “8-BIT COMBO RIGHT OUTTA THE GATE!”
[The melee combo pushes Venganza back, but he catches Pixelshift’s leg on a low kick!]
[Padre floors him with a dragon screw leg whip!]
[Pixelshift hobbles to his feet–]
[A LEAPING SIDE KICK SENDS HIM THROUGH THE ROPES!]
Signal: “BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA BY VENGANZA!”
[Padre pursues his foe as the Ruleador starts a ten-count.]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[VENGANZA WHIPS PIXELSHIFT INTO THE STAIRS!]
[RUMBLE!]
[THREE!]
[He picks him up, then hurls him into the barricade!]
[THUD!]
Black Scar: “Padre ain’t playin’ no games, Sig! Someone shoulda told Pixel that!”
[FOUR!]
[Padre stomps a mudhole in him.]
[FIVE!]
[Venganza looks at the crowd. He holds his arms out, daring them to join him.]
[He looks back at Pixelshift…]
[Whose visor reads, 1UP!]
Signal: “CONTINUE SCREEN!”
[SIX!]
[Pixelshift fights back!]
[Shots to the ribs of Padre!]
[SEVEN!]
[The crowd pops as Pixelshift hits a jawbreaker!]
[Venganza stumbles back…]
[EIGHT!]
Black Scar: “Disqualify his cheatin’ ass! That visor is an unfair advantage!”
[Pixelshift grabs his head and forcefully rolls him back into the ring!]
[NINE!]
[The Save-Point Saint follows him, breaking the count!]
[Venganza pounces on him with punches and stomps, but Pixelshift gets to his feet–]
[His visor displays, GAME OVER!]
Signal: “He’s calling for it, Scar!”
[Padre kicks the bottom rope and slaps the turnbuckle in frustration!]
[He turns back–]
[JUMPING CODEBREAK–NO!]
Signal: “Venganza SANDBAGS the HARD RESET!”
Black Scar: “He’s CARRYIN’ Pixelshift like a little girl!”
[Padre snatches him–]
[STO INTO A SNAP DDT!]
Signal: “MIDNIGHT SHADOW!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Signal: “Venganza continues his dominant streak against Pixelshift!”
Winner: Padre Venganza
Lightborn
[The match over, Padre Venganza tries to exit the ring only for the beginning riff of 'Lightbringer' to ring out through the arena!]
Signal: "That was a hell of a match, Scar but it looks like the excitement isn't over!"
Black Scar: "You got that right, Sig. Lux Bellator looks like death but that hasn't seemed to slow him down."
[Bellator all but limps onto the top of the entrance ramp, microphone in hand. He brings it to his lips, gritting his teeth as he hisses at Padre.]
Lux Bellator: "You."
[He points at Padre.]
Lux Bellator: "You want to get rid of me. Your virus didn't kill me, your Family couldn't snuff me out... So why don't you do it yourself?"
[There's a pause, Padre's family snaking out of the crowd, a sea of cold eyed stares directed at Lux as the horde closes in.]
Signal: "This is suicide! Lux is just one man!"
Black Scar: "When you're on death's door, you may as well knock, Sig."
[Snap.]
[With a click of his fingers Padre causes his Family to stand down, all of them freezing in place. One of them hands a microphone to the Patriarch.]
Padre Del La Venganza: "Lux. So feeble yet so unwilling to die. Is a match what you want? One more chance to try and defy us?"
[He smirks, leaning against the ropes and looking Lux up and down.]
Padre Del La Venganza: "Then so be it. At Maskageddon, we want you... In an Iron Man Match. How many times do you think you can rise, Bellator?"
[Lux takes a deep breath, nodding his head.]
Lux Bellator: "As many times as it takes."
[The crowd cheers, Lux standing resolute atop the entrance ramp as the scene slowly fades to black.]
[Cut.]
Catalyst
[THE TEMPLE - BACKSTAGE]
[Dolly Daydream skips through the hallways of OSW’s Temple.]
Signal: “Dolly seems to not have a care in the world. Ignorance is bliss.”
Black Scar: “Meanwhile, she has half the roster drooling over her title.”
[She just about skips right into Glitter, who doesn’t at all seem surprised to see her. As if they were waiting.]
Black Scar: “And Glitter drooling over… something else.”
Glitter: “Where were we, when we were so rudely interrupted?”
[Dolly smiles sweetly.]
Dolly Daydream: “You were asking me to prove how much you mean to me by giving you this title…”
[She pats the Hardcore Championship, winking.]
Dolly Daydream: “Then I... bumped my head.”
[Dolly passes the Hardcore Championship over to Glitter, blowing a kiss.]
Dolly Daydream: “Your friendship means more to me. I’ll let you hold it for a little.”
Glitter: “Oh, Glitter has no intention of being just friends. Glitter is going to show you things you could only ever dream of.”
Dolly Daydream: “Like… France? I’ve always wanted to go to Paris.”
[But the mood seems to instantly drop. Silas saunters in with a heavy sigh.]
Black Scar: “Oh, not this buzzkill…”
Silas: “You don’t deserve nice shiny things, Dolly. Neither of you do.”
[Glitter moves to stand between Silas and Dolly. Silas squares up against them so they eyeball each other.]
Dolly Daydream: “Now, friends…”
[Dolly’s plead fades away, as the scene erupts.]
Signal: “What the hell?!”
[Out of nowhere, Sujeto Cero and Jurassic Colossus appear and begin laying waste to anything in sight.]
Glitter: “Fuck off. Don’t you lay a finger on her.”
[Glitter stands in front of Dolly, shielding her from the incoming monsters.]
[MASSIVE HEADBUTT FROM COLOSSUS DESTROYS GLITTER! BIG BOOT FROM CERO DECIMATES SILAS! ]
[THEN, BOTH MONSTERS SET EYES ON EACH OTHER!]
Signal: “Dolly, that Championship… That’s just the catalyst. Cero and Colossus were always going to end up tearing each other apart.”
[BOTH LOCK HORNS, TRADING HAMMERING BLOWS!]
Black Scar: “Hold onto your seats. These two might bring the whole Temple down around them!”
[The monsters lay waste to each other, and the temple too in the process.]
[Dolly, in the middle of all of the chaos, bends down to Glitter’s unconscious carcass and scoops up the Hardcore Championship.]
[While Colossus and Cero destroy each other, and everything around them, a horde of OSW staff members arrive. Dolly slips away, leaving the chaos unfurling behind her.]
[Cut.]
Signal: “On tap next, we have our resident investigator at large.”
Black Scar: “Resident menace at large, I wholeheartedly believe Darkwish ambushed and beat an innocent man last week. This week I hope our Champion can exact a measure of karma upon this menace.”
[The bell sounds, and we’re underway with Darkwish darting at The Game Master.]
[Cube anticipating move...]
[CHECKMATE! - SPINNING BACK ELBOW!]
[Ducked by Darkwish who Springboards off the middle rope...]
[*K-RAK!*]
[CHECK]
[FUCKING]
[MATE!]
[SPINNING BACK ELBOW KNOCKS SCARRED JUSTICE OUT OF THE AIR!]
[Dr. Cube goes for the pin!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[NO – DARKWISH GETS THE SHOULDER UP!]
[Dr. Cube pulls Justiciero Nocturno to his feet. Short-Arm Clothesline – DUCKED!]
[Scarred Justice spins El Maestro del Juego around...]
[DARKNESS FALLS – SUPERKICK LANDS FLUSH!]
[Cube staggers, bouncing off the ropes, managing to think ahead. Cube ducks between the middle and top rope.]
[ONE STEP AHEAD - REBOUND CLOTHELINE!]
[Misses the mark, Darkwish hooks The Game Master’s arm before managing to cross his legs and scoop him up.]
[NIGHT TERR – NO DR. CUBE SLIPS OUT THE BACK LANDING ON HIS FEET SPINNING SCARRED JUSTICE AROUND, KICKING HIM IN THE GUT!]
[GAME OVER – PACKAGE PILEDRIVER SPIKES DARKWISH ON HIS SKULL AS DR. CUBE MOVES INTO THE COVER!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Signal: “Another win for our OSW Champion, Scar.”
Black Scar: “And true justice is served here tonight as The Game Master drops Darkwish on his head and captures the victory here tonight. I love to see Karma being dealt out here tonight, Sig.”
Winner: Dr. Cube
Violence
[Ringside.]
[Santiago Del Toro stands in the ring, the championship draped over one shoulder. Across from him stands Deadeye. The two men haven't taken their eyes off each other since Deadeye entered.]
Signal: "This atmosphere is tense enough to cut with a knife."
Black Scar: "Good. Means somebody might use one."
[Del Toro slowly removes the title from his shoulder.]
Santiago Del Toro: "You carry violence like a weapon."
[A step forward.]
Santiago Del Toro: "I carry it like a ritual."
[Deadeye spits to the side.]
Deadeye: "Son, violence ain't poetry."
[He taps the grip of his revolver.]
Deadeye: "It's simple."
[A beat.]
Deadeye: "Somebody wants somethin'. Somebody else gets buried."
[The crowd murmurs.]
[Del Toro smirks.]
Santiago Del Toro: "Then perhaps tonight..."
[A pause.]
Santiago Del Toro: "You'll surrender more than your body."
[Suddenly—]
[Two red dots appear.]
[One settles on Del Toro's forehead.]
[The other lands squarely between Deadeye's eyes.]
[The crowd gasps.]
Signal: "What the hell!?"
Black Scar: "Snipers!"
[Both men instantly stop talking.]
[Their eyes track upward.]
[The tron flickers to life.]
[Santiago Siniestro appears.]
[Sitting calmly in darkness, behind two sniper rifles - clearly in the rafters.]
Siniestro: "Hay más de una forma de despellejar un gato."
[A beat.]
Siniestro:"There's more than one way to skin a cat."
[The red dots remain fixed.]
Siniestro: "Violence is not just a punch.Violence is not just a bullet."
[A faint smile.]
Siniestro: "Violence is opportunity."
[A pause.]
Siniestro: "And it comes in many forms. You'll both learn that soon enough."
[The screen cuts to black.]
[The red dots vanish.]
[The crowd exhales.]
[Del Toro and Deadeye slowly turn back toward each other.]
[Neither backing down.]
Signal: "What a statement that was..."
Black Scar: "It just made this fight even more dangerous."
[The title is raised.]
[The battle is moments away.]
Signal: We have a huge Ultraviolent Championship matchup here, the Matador of Souls making his first defense against the bounty hunter himself Deadshot which is definetly curious given his recent history with the bossman.
Black Scar: Makes perfect sense Siggy, Marvolo knows how good Deadeye is but he also wants him to suffer a little more. Win win for the number wahn if you ask me.
Signal: Either way, this should be a brutal matchup here, no pinfalls or submissions as always, the only way to win in Ultraviolence is KO.
[The bell begins as Deadeye rushes forward, looking for a huge V-Trigger knee but Del Toro has him scouted, slipping aside the charge with grace and ease]
[CURSED CHARGE! A Vicious Kick mash Deadeye in the back of the head, stunning the Gunslinger before a second one sends him staggering chest first into the ropes. Deadeye stumbles backwards.]
[ETERNAL SILEN....NO! Santiago tries to lock in the Cobra Clutch but Deadeye manages to slip out of the hold, nailing Santiago with a jawbreaker before swinging himself around.]
[RIDE WITH ME! The V-Trigger nails Del Toro the second time before he's nailed with a second knee to the jaw that staggers him. Deadeye trying to lift him up for a Piledriver but Del Toro manages to slip out.]
Signal: The Cape is in play Scar. Del Toro wraps it around Deadeye's head for a moment before that Sinister Forearm drops him down like a shot.
[Del Toro quickly rushes to the ropes, looking for the punctuation as he leaps off.]
[FALLING..REVOLVER! Del Toro gets clotheslined out of the goddamn sky with a brutal Discus Lariato. Deadeye not letting up, as he backs up a few paces ]
[REVELRY! Before a brutal curb stomp sends Santiago's skull into the mat.]
Black Scar: He's not out yet though, Deadeye needs a little more to knock out the current champion here.
[Deadeye backs up into the ropes, pointing two pairs of fingers guns as he blows Santiago away before rushing forward.]
[DEAD...PASSADA! Deadeye rushes right into that sudden DDT, a brutal strike that drops him down to one knee. Santiago rolling back as he raises one hand, his fingers curling]
[PHANTOM CORNADA! Brutal knee to the heart of Deadeye lands flush, Deadeye drops to the mat as the ruleador rings the bell, SANTIAGO DEL TORO HAS KNOCKED DEADEYE OUT COLD!]
Signal: Brutal matchup here as the Matador of Souls emerges victorious, knocking Deadeye out cold and remaining the OSW Ultraviolence Champion
Winner & Still UltraViolent Champion: Santiago Del Toro
A Positive ID?
[A familiar Ferrari thunders down the Molvanian backroads, taking turns at breakneck speeds and kicking up dust as it whips through the dirt.]
[Eventually the car comes rolling to a halt, the headlights going dark as the driver parks behind a bush. The door slowly opens, Ziggy Robbins stepping out of the vehicle and moving right into the bushes!]
Ziggy Robbins: "I've been positive every day of my life... And I'm positive I've got you this time, Doc."
[Ziggy whispers to himself, pulling a pair of binoculars to his face and peering out from his hiding spot.]
[We see through Ziggy's eyes, glancing from place to place before coming to a rest on a derelict building.]
[Dr. E Vinell arriving out front.]
Ziggy Robbins: "And Bingo was his Name-o!"
[Vinell glances back towards Ziggy's hiding spot, the Motivator hitting the dirt and throwing a hand over his mouth.]
[There's a momentary pause, Vinell tilting his head before shrugging and turning back to the building's front door.]
[Robbins pops back up, binoculars back to his face, zeroing in on Vinell's hand as he types a code into the numpad.]
[The door slides open and Vinell disappears inside, letting it slide shut behind himself.]
[Ziggy crawls out from his hiding spot, the bushes rustling as he slowly walks up to the door, fingers jumping to the numpad.]
[Beep.]
[Beep.]
[Beep.]
[Beep.]
['Access Granted']
Ziggy Robbins: "Open says me!"
[A smile graces Ziggy's face as he steps inside Vinell's lab, the door slamming shut behind him.]
Ziggy Robbins: "Nothing Vinell does will stop me from getting you back. I'm positive."
[To Be Continued.]
Signal: “The following bout ought to be interesting, folks. I don’t know how these two can possibly cooperate, Scar. The Sexual Messiah, Glitter, will team with Death Himself, Mr. Grimm!”
Black Scar: “What kinda sick, twisted mind comes up with those two!?”
Signal: “Their opponents are an odd couple in themselves: Lux Bellator and Academius! Both seek to teach, reciting from books to do so, yet they’re from different worlds!”
Black Scar: “I can’t see either o’ these teams co-existin’, Sig!”
[Grimm and Lux start out–]
Signal: “Oh, Glitter just tagged themselves in.”
[A ticked-off Grimm barges past them on his way to the apron.]
[Glitter strokes their chest and bites the air in Bellator’s direction. The Light Warrior shakes his head as the crowd laughs.]
[They lock up!]
[Lux goes behind - only for Glitter to go behind instead!]
Black Scar: “Whoa - Glitter just went for the Sermon on the Mount, but Lux ain’t havin’ none o’ that!”
[Bellator tags Academius in.]
[One-half of DEMASQ immediately floors Glitter with a BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!]
Signal: “He wipes his hands of CHALK DUST!”
[Wait…]
[Glitter recovers into a seductive pose.]
Glitter: “Mmm, Glitter is hot for teacher!”
[The crowd roars as an exasperated Academius tags Lux back in.]
[Bellator looks to end this farce quickly with a DRAGON SLEEPER!]
Signal: “Glitter’s in the CONFESSIONAL - may God help us all!”
[Glitter COUNTERS, however - spinning Lux round into the BALLS-PLEX!]
Black Scar: “They just hit the ORGASM BUTTON!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[KNEE TREMBLER BY ACADEMIUS!]
Signal: “The EXPULSION breaks it up - and Academius oughta be expelled for that!”
[Grimm concurs, as he storms into the ring–]
[THE REAPER HEADBUTTS THE SCHOLAR!]
Black Scar: “He’s on DEATH’S DOOR now!”
[The Ruleador orders Grimm back onto the apron. Academius drags himself to the opposing corner.]
[Lux is the first to make the tag!]
[Academius climbs to the top rope groggily.]
Academius: “DIIIIIS-MISSSSED!”
[HE LEAPS!]
[TOP-ROPE DIVING KNEE DROP!]
Signal: “CLASS DISMISSED - BUT IT’S GLITTER’S DAY OFF!”
[ACADEMIUS HITS NOTHING BUT MAT!]
Black Scar: “Glitter tags in their leatherdaddy, Mr. Grimm!”
[Grimm scales the turnbuckle himself.]
[HE JUMPS–]
[FLYING HEADBUTT!]
Signal: “Nobody home - it’s NATURAL CAUSES for Grimm himself!”
[Academius heaves him up and hits the REGAL-PLEX!]
Black Scar: “A-PLUS for determination!”
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
Signal: “Academius and Lux Bellator pull off a miracle to get the win!”
Black Scar: “Academius will tell you it was just science!”
Winners: Lux Bellator & Academius
Basic Instinct, Redux
[INT. UNKNOWN LOCATION — NIGHT. SHOWN AT LAST SLAM!]
[A dark room.]
[Propaganda stands before the camera.]
Propaganda: "Soon... Someone will discover exactly who they are."
[The followers begin softly chanting.]
Propaganda: "And when they do..."
[He smiles.]
Propaganda: "They'll finally stop asking why, and start asking what comes next."
[The bulb flickers.]
[Then the camera slowly pans.]
Signal: "...Wait. This isn’t just a re-run."
Black Scar: "Somebody's standing over there."
[The followers remain in shadow.]
[But one figure stands apart from them.]
[Dog tags.]
[Camo.]
[A purple headband.]
Signal: "RAMBRO."
Black Scar: "I thought Propaganda was talking about one of the Newtons. He was talking about Rambro?"
[Rambro doesn't speak.]
[He simply stares at Propaganda.]
[As the chanting swallows the room.]
[Cut to…]
[INT. BACKSTAGE — NIGHT. THE PRESENT]
[Rambro stands alone. Propaganda saunters into the picture, with several followers trailing behind him.]
[Silent.]
[Watching.]
Signal: "Rambro's been different ever since Propaganda got his claws in him."
Black Scar: "Different? Kid came back looking like he spent six months fighting a war. And it was just one week!"
[Propaganda circles him slowly. Like a drill instructor inspecting a soldier.]
Propaganda: "Tell me what you feel."
[Rambro doesn't answer.]
Propaganda: "Anger?"
[A pause.]
Propaganda: "Pain?"
[Another.]
Propaganda: "Loss?"
[Rambro's jaw tightens.]
Propaganda: "Good."
[He steps closer.]
Propaganda: "Because those things are honest. The world told you who you were. A joke. A mascot. "A dancing fool. And what happened when the mask came off?"
[Silence.]
Rambro: "They noticed me."
Propaganda: "Exactly."
[He places a hand on Rambro's shoulder.]
Propaganda: "Pain strips away the lies."
[The followers begin a slow rhythmic stomp.]
Propaganda: "You were reborn."
[The stomping grows louder.]
Propaganda: "Tell me, soldier."
[A pause.]
Propaganda: "What comes next?"
[Rambro looks directly into the camera. The stare is unsettling.]
Rambro: "War."
[The followers erupt into cheers.]
[Propaganda smiles.]
[The stomping echoes through the corridor.]
[Cut.]
Signal: We have a big time main event here folks. After Moretti tried to murder Ram Jam last week, something snapped in the happy go lucky ladies man, as he seemingly has reverted to a darker, much more violent side of himself. And he may well have his first victim here tonight.
Black Scar: Edward Newton is anything but a victim Siggie. Ram Jam might have a fresh coat of paint and a new attitude but the Riddler has faced off against much worse. He's not going down tonight that's for sure.
[The bell sounds as Newton smirks, sizing up the former Groove-ador, his eyes twinkling with fascination and arrogance alike.]
Edward Newton: I didn't think a little water could change a man so much. The other you was a lot more fun then this...dime store war hero bit.
[Rambro doesn't respond, just staring at the Riddler with cold eyes, not moving nor seeming like he's even acknowledging the words Newton is saying.]
Edward Newton: You know, you should be thanking my brother for saving you, he is the softer heart. Now pay it forward, lay down and then we can take down Blackhand...
[Newton doesn't even get to finish his sentence before Rambro rushes forward with incredible speed, slapping the taste out of the Riddlers mouth and nearly putting him onto the mat with a single blow.]
Rambro: You talk too much. That's why you can't find her.
Signal: Well, that may well have shut up Newton.
[The Riddler scowls, rushing forward in a rage with a clothesline that's easily dodged, Rambro striking quickly to the back of Newton's head. Newton swinging wildly as Rambro ducks, dodges and weaves, nailing Newton with each missed strike before one errant elbow nails Rambro in the jaw.]
[The Last Survivor slightly staggers back, a small trickle of blood coming from his jaw as Newton smirks, rushing forward again]
[RIGHT INTO A LOW BRIDGE THAT SENDS HIM FLYING OVER THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR BELOW!]
[Newton staggers up to his feet on the outside, stumbling backwards right into Rambro who is already right behind him. Newton swings around, Rambro ducking a wild right before dropping low]
[DROP]
[TOE]
[HOLD]
[RIGHT INTO THE STEP...NO!]
Black Scar: Newton just avoids landing head first into the steel steps
[NAPALM ELBOW! Rambro leaps off the apron, slamming his elbow right into the back of The Riddler's skull, driving him face first into the steel!]
Black Scar: Well holy shit, that might be a first.
[Rambro pulls the groggy and slightly bleeding Newton up to his feet, throwing hard back into the ring. Rambro slides in afterwards, right into a flurry of kicks from the still slightly groggy Newton before he's pulled up.]
[RIGHT HAND...Rambro dodges it, wrapping the ropes around the right arm. Newton swings with the left but that limb too is trapped within the ropes. Newton struggling to free himself before Rambro goes back, wrapping his arms around Newton's waist.]
[DEAD ZONE! Deadlift Back Suplex, ripping Newton from the ropes as it may well have popped out one of his shoulders from the sheer force and elevation from the rope assist.]
Signal: Rambro absolutely decimating the Riddler in a way we've never seen before. This new side of the former fun loving luchador is a dangerous man indeed.
[Newton goes down hard, quickly sitting up as he scoots back, holding his right shoulder in pain. He slams it down hard before looking up]
[AND JUST BARELY AVOIDING A SLIDING FOREARM TO THE FACE BY RAMBRO]
[Rambro leaps again, and again, Newton just barely avoiding each shot before he's pushed into the corner. Rambro backing up as he rushes forward once more,]
[ONLY FOR NEWTON TO ROLL OUT OF THE WAY AS RAMBRO BASEBALL SLIDES INTO THE CORNER]
Black Scar: Only a matter of time, Edward Newton's the smartest man in wrestling today and always has a plan.
[Newton smirks, pulling the dazed Rambro up to his feet, gripping him by the back of the head before bouncing it off the turnbuckle.]
Edward Newton: RIDDLE
[SLAM!]
Edward Newton: ME!
[SLAM!]
Edward Newton: THAT!
[SLAM!]
[Newton slams Rambro's head into the buckle a fourth and a fifth, slamming it over and over until his bad shoulder gives out. Panting, he lets go but Rambro doesn't fall.]
[He just turns, shaking his head and urging Newton to try again.]
[The Riddler scowls, rushing forward]
[RIGHT INTO A LEG SWEEP! The Tripwire connects but Newton is quickly on his feet, right into a giant headbutt that rocks him and sends him staggering backwards. Rambro rears back, looking for a clothesline]
[NEWTON DUCKS BEFORE SWEEPING THE LEG HIMSELF! He grabs it as Rambro goes down, rolling through]
[CHECKMATE ROL...NO! Newton can barely get the ankle clutched before he's kicked off easily. Rambro gets to his feet into a hard knee to the stomach, Newton lifting him up onto his shoulders.]
[THE ENIGMA...NO! Rambro drops backwards, pushing Newton forward. The Riddler nearly going chest first into the turnbuckles but stopping himself just in time, turning around quickly]
Signal: AMBUSH! Brutal Running High Knee out of nowhere may well have knocked Newton out cold. Rambro adjusting his dog tags as he pulls The Riddler up.
[Newton was ready though, raking the eyes, blinding Rambro for a moment before he kicks the leg out, taking him down]
[AND LOCKING IN THE QUESTION MARK CROSSFACE!]
Black Scar: That's it there and then Siggie. The very best have fallen to that crossface, it's damn near unstoppable against anyone on the roster.
[Newton pulls back with all his strength, fury in his eyes as he screams out for Rambro to tap. The Last Survivor doesn't yell, cry out or even look in pain, he just grits his teeth, pounding the mat with a determined look in his eyes as he slowly begins to stand up.]
[Newton pulls back with everything he has, trying to drag Rambro back down to the mat but Rambro roars in fury, slowly rising up with Newton on his shoulders before he stumbles back]
[SENDING NEWTON BACK FIRST HARD INTO THE TURNBUCKLES, BREAKING THE HOLD!]
[Rambro stumbles forward, breathing hard as Newton struggles to get to his feet. He staggers up]
[RIGHT INTO A BRUTAL HORN HEADBUTT]
[LARIFUCKINGATO! Rambro turns The Riddler nearly goddamn inside out with a huge standing Lariat. Rambro just staring down at the struggling Newton before calling for the end.]
Signal: This may well be it, Rambro may well be about to put down Edward Newton here tonight.
[Rambro pulls Newton up from behind, trying to lock him into a sleeper hold. ]
[LAST EXTRACTION! Sleeper Hold into a Spinebreaker as Newton has been broken in half!]
[Rambro drops down, hooking both legs as the ruleador drops down to count]
[ONE]
[.......]
[......]
[TWO]
[......]
[......]
[.......]
[THREE!!!!]
Signal: Holy hell, Rambro did it. He beat Edward Newton here and not only clean as a whistle but with relative ease too. What has Blackhand Moretti awakened?
Black Scar: I don't know Siggie but whatever it is, he should be scared of what's coming next.
Winner: Rambro
War
[Rambro rests in the corner, bandana askew.]
Signal: “That was a war!”
[Newton recuperates on the apron.]
Black Scar: “After tonight, I think Edward Newton is gonna suffer Rambro flashbacks!”
Signal: “Wait - Rambro doesn’t seem to think his mission is complete!”
[The Last Survivor hardways The Riddler back into the ring!]
[Edward scrambles–]
[RUNNING HIGH KNEE BY RAMBRO!]
Black Scar: “He just got AMBUSHED!”
[Rambro scoops him up–]
Signal: “He’s going for that high-angle back suplex!”
Black Scar: “Eddy ESCAPES the DEAD ZONE!”
[Rambro spins round–]
[KICK TO THE GUT!]
[JUMPING IMPLANT DDT!]
Signal: “NEVERMIND!”
[♩Moretti’s March roughs up the sound system!]
Black Scar: “Blackhand Moretti!?”
[Sure enough, the black-and-blue Mobster stomps to the ring!]
Signal: “He’s got revenge on his mind, Scar!”
Black Scar: “But Eddy saved his ass!”
Signal: “Eventually! Storm, Newton - I don’t think Blackhand cares which brother he rips apart!”
[Moretti slides in–]
[HE AND NEWTON DUKE IT OUT!]
Black Scar: “Pass the salt, Sig - we got a slugfest!”
[BLACKHAND DECAPITATES HIM WITH A BIG BOOT!]
Signal: “OMERTA, OMERTA!”
[The Don of Destruction backs right into Rambro!]
Black Scar: “Uh-oh!”
Rambro: “YOU!”
[RAMBRO RUSHES HIM–]
[HE THROTTLES MORETTI!]
[BLACKHAND CHOKES HIM BACK!]
Signal: “They’ve got their hands wrapped around each other’s throats!”
[♩Obey brainwashes the speakers!]
Black Scar: “Just what we need to defuse this situation - the truth!”
[Propaganda takes to the stage.]
Signal: “And if that doesn’t do it, the steel chair he’s holding will!”
[The Voice of Obedience rolls into the ring…]
[CRACK!]
Black Scar: “STEEL CHAIR TO THE BACK OF MORETTI!”
[Rambro pie-faces Blackhand to the mat! Newton rises, looking from Rambro to Propaganda… He knows what’s coming.]
[PROPAGANDA SWINGS–]
[NEWTON DUCKS!]
[KICK TO THE GUT!]
Signal: “THE GENIUS, ONE STEP AHEAD!”
[NEVER–NO!]
[SLEEPER HOLD BY RAMBRO!]
[LIFTED INTO A BACKBREAKER!]
Black Scar: “LAST EXTRACTION!”
[Rambro looks at Propaganda.]
[He drops the chair and nods.]
Signal: “Rambro and Propaganda, allied forces, stand tall on the final stop before Maskageddon!”