Post by Eden on Oct 3, 2020 22:26:59 GMT -5
Gothica Skylight versus Zach
The referee does the pre-match check and signals for the bell. Zach charges at Gothica and tries for a Lariat. As he does, the referee has to quickly move out of the way as Gothica dodges him as well.
Gothica looks at Zach like seriously. Then she motions for him to try again. He angrily obliges and tries to charge her again but this time with a Boot to the Face. She catches his leg and then throws him onto her shoulders and proceeds to Powerbomb him with a lot of force to the mat. He appears to be knocked for a loop from the Powerbomb.
Then she goes to a nearby corner and awaits for him to get up. Then once he has gotten onto all fours, she strikes like a viper and does a Running Punt Kick to his head, knocking him for a loop once more. Then she proceeds to grab him the scruff of his shirt and pulls him up to a standing position.
Then she just Bitch Slaps the taste out of his mouth as spins a bit before falling into a different corner. Then she smiles evilly and violently grabs him out of the corner. Then she signals that this the end, and proceeds to perform one of her finishers, The Gothic Drop (a Modified Headlock Driver.) But she doesn't immediately go for the cover.
Then the referee checks to see if Zach can continue, he stirs a bit to indicate he can still go. Then she angrily smashes the mat and then charges towards as the referee manages to get out of the way in the nick of time as she performs another of her finishers, Darken the Skies (a Modified Curb Stomp.) Then she looks down at Zach as she places a foot onto his chest and the referee makes the three count...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: "THE GOTHIC PRINCESS" GOTHICA SKYLIGHT
Distant guitars reverb, a woman's voice cutting out in static--
♪ ...when you feel that rage, when you feel that-- ♪
The dripping back alleys of Serenity, California at night set our scene. A green glow guides us, trailing through puddle reflections and shadows cast around corners.
♪ when you feel that rage-- ♪
We turn a corner and the shot opens up, to show a hulking building with a glowing green logo--
♪ We’re the underdogs roaming in the dark ♪
The face of Kiera Katharsies appears on our screen, cast in that same glow.
♪ We’re the savages born from worlds apart ♪
Abby Evans and Chucky Ross stand back to back, arms crossed, looking over their shoulders at the camera.
♪ Our past has shown just how we bleed ♪
Fast clips of Christy Winters' and Sin's heinous feud, both women gashing each other open.
♪ A blind future in front of me ♪
Aaron Jones yells at the camera, pumped on adrenaline.
♪ Lost and fractured to the point of break ♪
V stretches in half-shadows, the light playing across his trademark throat scar.
♪ So come and play with that rage, that rage ♪
Jonathan Edwards shows his tattooed fists to the camera-- STAY DOWN.
♪ Light a match and reignite the flames, the flames ♪
Gary Black and Phantom loom in the dark, candles illuminating their faces.
♪ This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay ♪
Tora Nishida drops the Demolition Championship like a piece of trash.
♪ We rush into the unknown, fearless and brave ♪
Deacon Thomas wrenches an unseen opponent in the Troublemaker submission. John Blade hits the Razor's Edge.
♪ So don’t throw it away, that rage ♪
Mya Denton wraps someone in the Demented hold, screaming in intensity. Zach looms in the dark, mask ghoulish in the shadows.
♪ Won’t stop until sweet victory! ♪
Elijah Copeland shouts and the logo explodes, bringing us to--
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Introducing first, from Long Beach California and weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds, this is CHRISTY WINTERS!
"Make Them Suffer" plays Christy makes her way to the ring, attempting to attack anyone who attempts to touch her, she slides under the ropes and sits in the corner.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And, her opponent from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at one hundred ten pounds, this is SARAH LYNN!!!
As “Trip The Darkness” by Lacuna Coil plays Sarah Lynn runs to the ring and slides into it. She stands up and runs to a corner. She jumps onto the middle rope, raises her arms and the jumps off of it. The music stops playing.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
This is going to be quite the showdown between two lovely ladies.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Christy Winters may not be lovely if she snaps here tonight.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Oh, I’m counting on her snapping.
The bell rings and Lynn and Winters lock up. Neither woman is able to get a clear advantage and after struggling for a moment both women break the lock up off. Both women begin to trash talk a bit and poster themselves. They lock a second time, but with much more intensity from each of them. Neither one can get a clear advantage, but the lock up isn’t broken this time. Winter pushes Lynn into the ropes, but Lynn reverses. Winters then reverses herself, and Lynn reverses again. This continues as the woman reverses control of the collar and elbow all around the ring completing a full lap around the ring and working back to the middle of the ring where they break the lock up.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Neither woman is able to gain an advantage, they are so similar in size.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Yeah, but Christy Winters is a lot meaner, and I think if this breaks down into a fight that is where she will get the advantage.
Winters shoves Lynn knocking her back a few steps, but Lynn doesn’t back down and shoves Winters back. Winters charges and is caught with a drop toe hold from Lynn. Lynn instantly transitions into a headlock. Winters works her way up to her set and fires a forearm into Lynn’s side loosening the headlock and then winters shoves Lynn off hard into the ropes. Lynn hits the ropes and comes back, ducking a clothesline from Winters. Lynn hits the ropes again and comes back with a crossbody onto Winters.
Winters instantly kicks out of the pin attempt before the Referee can even count one. Winters is quick to her feet but is caught with a Japanese arm drag from Lynn. Lynn holds onto the arm, locking an arm bar in on Winters.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Sarah Lynn is staying one step ahead of Christy Winters.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
How fast will Lynn be after Winters punches her in the mouth though?
Winters works up to her feet again and fires a forearm to the jaw of Lynn, but Lynn holds onto the arm. Angry, Winters scoops Lynn up with one arm and body slams her, but Lynn continues to hold onto the arm which flips Winters over onto her back still in the arm bar. Winters is clearly mad, smacking the mat with her free hand.
Winters gets to her feet and delivers another forearm that rocks Lynn, but Lynn counters back by wrenching the arm bar in tighter. Winters shouts in pain and then fires a blow at Lynn again, but this time Winters grabs the face of Lynn and claws her eyes. Lynn breaks the hold and grabs her eye and Winters strikes again with a kick to the stomach, followed by a headbutt to the face.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
So much for that solid wrestling match we had going.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
See, what did I tell you? Everyone slows down when you punch them in the face.
Lynn staggers back to the ropes, holding her face, and a trickle of blood comes out of her nostril. Winters grabs Lynn by the throat and begins to blatantly choke her. The Referee makes Winters break the hold and Winters glares at the Ref. Winters turns back to Lynn and Lynn nails a hard forearm that staggers Winters. Winters shakes it off and goes for Lynn, but catches a boot that spins Winters around. Lynn charges and goes for a bulldog, but Winters catches her and counters into a belly to back suplex.
Winters gets right to her feet and lets out a guttural scream of rage. Winters slaps to head of the grounded Lynn and yells at her to get up. Lynn responds with a punch to the stomach of Winters. Winters registers, bending over slightly, but then grabs Lynn by the head and delivers a boot face rake.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Christy Winters is taking every shortcut in the book.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
If you aren’t cheating, you aren’t trying.
Winters grabs Lynn and pulls her into position for a brainbuster. Winters tries to lift Lynn, but Lynn shifts her weight under her and counters by rolling Winters up in a small package.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
Both competitors get to their feet but Winters is up first and lands a running knee lift to Lynn, dropping Lynn to the mat.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Vicious knee there from Christy Winters.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Claw to the face, head to the face, fist to the face, why not a knee to the face too?
Winters grabs Lynn’s legs and begins to go for a Boston crab, but Lynn bridges trying to block it. Finally, Lynn snaps her body in the opposite direction, flipping Winters over. Winters gets to her feet a little loopy and is met by Lynn with a hurricanrana. Lynn get so to her feet and Winters does too but a little slowly and this allows Lynn to catch her with a spinning neck breaker.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
It looks like Sarah Lynn has found her second wind.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
A punch to the face will stop that wind.
Lynn goes to the top rope as Winters gets to her feet. Lynn goes for a top rope moonsault onto the standing Winters, but Winters lungs forward out of the way. Lynn lands on her feet, but Winters doesn’t see it. Winters smirks thinking Lynn just crashed and burned. Winters turns around right into a kick in the stomach from Lynn, and Lynn follows up with the Twist of fate, and makes the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: SARAH LYNN
The camera opens up backstage to show Levi Tsingine walking down the hallway. Levi appears to have just arrived as he is still dressed in his street clothes and is heading down the hallway with purpose. Suddenly, a bathroom on the side of the hallway opens and Mad Dog Mark Wright steps out, also dressed in his street clothes.
Mad Dog steps out right in front of Levi, and both men have to stop on a dime to avoid running into each other. Both men stop and look each other up and down as Mad Dog turns to stand face to face with Levi. The two men stand in silence, exchanging intense stares. Finally, Mad Dog slowly raises his hand and offers a handshake.
MAD DOG | MARK WRIGHT
Bubba, you took me to the limit last week, and did what no one else has done in years and beat me. I’m man enough to admit that on that night, you were the better man. I got nothing but respect for you, and for your people you are here fighting for. Best of luck to you tonight, and the rest of the tournament.
Levi looks down at Mad Dog's hand and then back at Mad Dog. There's a pause that lingers in the air, and then... he takes the proffered hand and shakes it in return, a little of his wolfish grin creeping out at the gesture.
LEVI TSINGINE
Hey, you catch me outside of the arena, you're welcome around my campfire any time. I'm sure Appalachia's got some stories to trade, gotta have some good boogeymen hiding in all those big trees. Got respect for you and yours... 'ceptin' that ol' Sunny Jim. He ran his mouth in some ways that don't shrug off so easy, you feel me.
Mad Dog smirks at Levi, and shakes his head.
MAD DOG | MARK WRIGHT
Yeah, old Sunny can be a bit of a prick, but he’s always done right by me and my family. He helped my Pappy and my Grandpappy out, and he hasn’t failed me yet. I know he said some sh*t that rubbed ya the wrong way, but at the end of the day he always has my back, so I got his.
Levi grumbles and the two men begin to walk in opposite directions as the scene fades back to ringside.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
“Smells Like A Freak Show” by Avatar begins to play, spotlights start turning on throughout the arena. Then as the song reaches a crescendo, all the lights in the arena go out. The song continues playing while this is going on and a voice is heard through the darkness!
MYSTERIOUS VOICE
Who's ready for some fun?
Then the lights kick back on and sitting in the middle of the ring cross-legged is the one and only "The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross and he's holding The Jester's Stick. As Zane Mullholland attempts to continue the introduction, Ross stands up and snatches the microphone away from him.
THE SOULLESS JESTER | CHUCKY ROSS
Allow me to do that...I am "The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross and I weigh in tonight at a glorious one hundred seventy five pounds and hail from The Order Compound. Tonight we are going to see me drop some poor loser with The Joke's On You. So please stay tuned for that and now back to your regularly scheduled talking.
Then he shoves the microphone into the ring announcer's chest and then sits in one of the turnbuckles and awaits his opponent. Zane Mullholland visibly sighs before inhaling to introduce Ross’ opponent!
“Spooky Scary Skeletons” plays over the PA System as the lights dim and artificial fog is filled throughout the entrance ramp. Sickly lime green and violet purple lights flicker at the feet of none other than the Spooky Scary Skeletons as they make their way down to the ring. Mike Lavicle seems to be all business with only a slight bob to his head to the music while Hugh Merus is the happy go lucky one of the bunch, doing his best to get the rest of the fans into the festivities. Directly behind them is the rather creepy Necrosis. She moves with the motions of a horror movie monster herky jerky with perfect pantomime to consider. But eventually they all enter the ring as fans shower the ropes with orange and black streamers in joke fanfare.. Mike & Necro soon make their leave from the ring allowing Hugh to take center stage.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his opponent, weighing at three-hundred pounds and hailing from parts unknown...HUGH MERUS!!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Do you think Zane will ever get used to Ross snatching the mic from him?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Why doesn’t the Jester bring his own? He can just duct tape it to his stick!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Oh god, why did you go there now I have to go there. Just not the one swinging between his legs, thank you very much. Even Netflix will censor that.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
A collar and elbow tie-up by these two men to start things off!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Oh how original.
Ross’ face contorts in anger before he throws Merus off with an impressive show of power. Merus is quick to his feet and nails Ross with a dropkick to the knees. The Jester pushes himself up after landing face first on the mat from Merus’s dropkick. He is up quick enough to catch Merus as he goes for a cross body. He powerfully brings him down across his knee with a side breaker.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Sheesh. All that weight on his knee…
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
We’re gonna see him with a knee brace next show.
Ross manages to picks Hugh back up and looks to repeat the punishment but he wriggles and squirms free, he lands on his feet and shoves Ross backwards. One half of the Spooky Scary Skeletons turns and sprints into the ropes and bounces off and flies at Chucky and nails him with a picture perfect flying clothesline that knocks the smaller competitor off his feet, Merus commando rolls through his landing and is quickly back on his feet and nails Ross with a back kick to the jaw just as Ross is getting to his feet.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Hugh Merus is really taking control here with an unusually fast paced offense for someone of his stature.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
You wait till Ross catches him again. He’ll go down with a spooky scary smile on his face.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Super charming visual there.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Why thank you, Malone.
Hugh Merus runs the turnbuckles and jumps off and strikes down on Ross’s skull with a closed fist and quickly, he is away and sprints into the ropes again and snaps Ross down into the mat with a neckbreaker. He scurries over for a cover.
ONE!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Power out by Ross!
Ross is back on his feet quickly, as is Merus. Both are sizing each other up, contemplating their next move. Merus moves fast, but Ross is ready and side steps him and grabs his head and pulls him backwards down into the mat. As the SSK crashes into the canvas the Jester drives a knee right down into his opponent’s throat. Hugh audibly gasps and grabs for his throat and Ross lifts her off the my by her hair. He slings her into the corner and rocks her with a brutal running elbow.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Big elbow by Ross there.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
He’s starting to take control of this match!
Ross throws Merus into the centre of the ring with what can only be described as a belly to belly toss. The Jester turns and stalks after him and waits for Merus to start getting to his feet. As he is halfway up he drops to one knee and strikes upwards into his throat! Ross then wraps his arms around Hugh’s waist and lifts him over his shoulder!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Ross has Merus in the air. What is he going to do?
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Hurt him! Hurt him!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Ross just slammed Merus into the mat like he was swinging a sledge hammer.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
COVER HIM! COVER HIM, YOU CLOWN!
Ross follows his opponent down with another knee to the throat and quickly goes for the cover. The referee drops to the mat for the count.
ONE!!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
YES!
TWO!!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
YES!!
KICKOUT!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
NO!
Ross slams the mat and lifts Merus to his feet before he whips him into the corner. He follows up with a spear.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
HE MISSED IT!!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
HOW COULD YOU MISS HE WAS THREE FEET FROM YOU!
Ross’s shoulder slams straight into the ringpost as Hugh Merus had his wits about him enough to get out of the way.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Merus trips up his opponent and rolls him up!
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!
Ross kicks his way out, jumps up, and pulls Merus to his feet, whipping him into the ropes and waiting for him to come back but Hugh hooks himself up on the ropes! The Jester charges and Merus uses his strength and speed to pull the top rope down and Ross goes flying to the outside of the ring!! Merus spins around and springboards off the top rope.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
BIG SPLASH!!
Ross is crushed under the weight of his opponent who quickly recovers to his feet and all but tosses Chucky back into the ring like he’s a sack of potatoes!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Get up, Ross!!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Hugh scrambles to make the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Here is your winner, one half of the Spooky Scary Skeletons...HUGH MERUS!!
WINNER: HUGH MERUS
The scene opens with Tora Nishida walking around patiently in circles at the gym. He has a kendo stick in his hand that he slowly drags on the floor as he walks in circles. He is waiting for the Lobos to return with some practice dummies for him to use as a warm up for the punishment he's going to unleash on Abby Evans tonight. It doesn't take long before Dark Wolf and Rey Lobo arrive, dragging two people with them. One has a bag over his head with the picture of Jonathan Edwards on it, while the other has similar face paint that Chucky Ross usually has on his face. They push the two men down onto their knees as Nishida walks around them.
Tora Nishida
My apologies gentlemen for my associates bringing you here, but I need a little swinging practice before my match with Abby Evans tonight. Gotta make sure to get rid of the rust before I go out there and punish that mud show clown's girlfriend for his actions.
He continues walking around the two men while dragging the kendo stick on the floor. He soon stops in front of the two men as he stares down at them.
TORA NISHIDA
Now then, which one of you should I hit first?
He points the end of the kendo stick at the man with a bag on his head that has a picture of Jonathan Edwards' face on it.
TORA NISHIDA
Eeny.....
He slowly points the kendo stick at the man with the Chucky Ross face paint.
TORA NISHIDA
meeny....
Nishida continues slowly pointing the kendo stick from the guy with the Chucky Ross face paint to the guy wearing a bag with Jonathan Edwards face on it. Both men are tensed and afraid as they wait for him to make his choice.
TORA NISHIDA
miny....
He stops at the guy wearing Chucky Ross face paint, bringing the kendo stick back as he was ready to swing. He swings the kendo stick, but instead of hitting the guy with the Chucky Ross face paint, he swings right at the guy wearing a bag with Jonathan Edwards face on it. Whacking him right across the side of his head with the kendo stick.
TORA NISHIDA
moe!
The goes down on the floor from the strike. Nishida doesn't let up as he repeatedly hits the poor guy over and over with the kendo stick, ignoring his plea for him to stop as he screams in pain from each strike. Tora won't let up as he just hits the man more and more with each strike stronger than the last. The man's suffering would finally end when the kendo stick breaks from being swung so many times.
Tora pants a bit as he lets go of the now broken kendo stick. He stares down at his handy work, looking at all the spots on the man's body he brutally hit with the kendo stick. Yet he isn't satisfied...
TORA NISHIDA
It seems that i may have gone a bit overboard. Lobo, would you mind fetching me another kendo stick. I want to practice more before my match.
Lobo nods as he goes over to a trash can that was filled with kendo sticks. He picks one and throws it to Nishida, who then catches it as he stares at the man with the Chucky Ross face paint.
TORA NISHIDA
Nothing personal....
The camera switches to first person point of view with Nishida staring down at where the man with the Chucky Ross face paint was before he swings the kendo stick. The moment it makes contact with the man, the scene goes completely black.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Introducing first, from Green Bay, Wisconsin, weighing in at 209lbs, JONATHAN EDWARDS!
The drums begin to play over the speakers inside of the asylum. It continued for a good 34 seconds. The camera looks at the steps and the song that's playing is "I Don't Care Anymore" by HellYeah. The door opens and Edwards is seen entering the fight zone.
♪ Well you can tell everyone I'm a down disgrace
Drag my name all over the place
I don't care anymore
You can tell everybody 'bout the state I'm in
You won't catch me crying 'cause I just can't win
I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore ♪
Edwards then shuts the door as he doesn't need the help of the orderlies. He is seen wearing a black vest, black tights with "Edwards" on his right leg, and Elites on his left leg, black wrestling boots, and black knee pads. He walks down the aisle of this place and wants to show what he can do. He enters the ringside and takes off his vest. He throws it to the ground and walks up the steel steps. He walks along the ringside and finally enters. He looks around and waits for his opponent as his theme song fades.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, and weighting in at 253lbs, MIKE LAVICLE!
"Spooky Scary Skeletons" plays over the PA System as the lights dim and artificial fog is filled throughout the entrance ramp. Sickly lime green and violet purple lights flicker at the feet of none other than the Spooky Scary Skeletons as they make their way down to the ring. Mike Lavicle seems to be all business with only a slight bob to his head to the music while Hugh Merus is the happy go lucky one of the bunch, doing his best to get the rest of the fans into the festivities. Directly behind them is the rather creepy Necrosis. She's cute in a "Totally going to murder you in your sleep" kinda way. She moves with the motions of a horror movie monster herky jerky with perfect pantomime to consider. But eventually they all enter the ring as fans shower the ropes with orange and black streamers in joke fanfare. After all, when the Skelly Bois are around, it's always Spooky Season. Hugh & Necro make their leave from the ring allowing Mike to take center stage.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
This next is going to be spooky.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
And scary?
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
How’d you know?
The bell rings and Edwards and Lavicle go to lock up, but Lavicle ducks under, and does a little strut. Edwards turns looking angry and Lavicle gives him the spooky fingers. Edwards is angry and charges and Lacicle locks up with him. Edwards snatches a headlock, and tries to cinch it in tight, but as he does Lavicle shimmies his hips and does a little dance backing out of the headlock. Edwards spins around looking angry and Lavicle gives him the spooky fingers again.
Edwards shouts in anger and charges Lavicle, but Lavicle catches him with an arm drag. Both men are quick to their feet with Edwards charging again, and this time Lavicle catches him with a hip toss. Edwards quickly gets to his feet and is met with a drop kick that takes him right back down. Edwards quickly rolls to the corner to collect himself and looks at Lavicle, and Lavicle once more gives him the spooky fingers.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
This isn’t some HAHA act.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
The crowd certainly seems to be enjoying it.
Edwards pulls himself up and looks very angry, the two men go to lock up again, but Edwards stops short and plants a boot to Lavicle’s stomach. Edwards grabs Lavicle and shoots him into the corner and follows in, but Lavicle does an up and over and Edwards goes under into the corner. Lavicle then delivers a drop kick to the back of Edward sandwiching him into the turnbuckle. Edwards staggers backwards right into a roll up.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Was that a low blow? I think that was a low blow.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Clearly, that was a roll up.
Edwards scrambles to his feet and is hit with a snapmare from Lavicle, and Lavicle follows up with a big kick to the back. Edwards arms shoot back in pain and he rolls over to all fours. Lavicle keeps the offense going, grabbing Edwards arm, spinning around, and rolling over with a La Magistral on Edwards.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout..
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
What was that? Is Mike Lavicle making Jonathan Edwards beak dance with him?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
That is wrestling Hel, professional wrestling.
Edwards and Lavicle both get to their feet and Lavicle grabs a headlock on Edwards. Edwards spins out into a top wrist lock, but Lavicle uses his leg to sweep Edwards' leg and drops Edwards on his back, breaking the hold. Lavicle goes for an elbow drop but Edwards moves. Lavicle gets to his feet a little slow holding, but when he does Edwards is there waiting for him catching Lavicle with an STO.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
NOW THAT IS WRESTLING!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Certainly an impressive maneuver by Jonathan Edwards.
Edwards moves in for a guillotine choke, but Lavicle sits out escaping the hold. With both men on their feet Lavicle hits a forearm to Edwards. Edwards answer back with a forearm of his own and this drive Lavicle into the turnbuckle. Edwards grabs Lavicle and shoots him hard across the ring into the opposite corner. Lavicle hits hard and staggers out, and Edwards charges forward going for Pack Attack (Whips the opponent hard into the corner, as they move out, he charges full forces with a bone shattering spear.), but Lavicle leap frogs him and Edwards runs into the turnbuckle.
Edwards staggers around and Lavicle goes for a hurricanrana, but Edwards catches him and delivers a hard powerbomb. Edwards then runs and jump off the ropes with a springboard moonsault onto Lavicle. Edwards hooks the leg and goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Mike Lavicle better stay down.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Jonathan Edwards did display a mix of speed, power, and agility there.
After Lavicle kicks out Edwards screams in anger and just mounts Lavicle and begins hammering away with rights and lefts, mixing up punches and smashing forearms. Lavicle does his best to cover up but is getting rocked by the blows. The Referee almost has to physically pull Edwards off and is threatening to disqualify him. Edwards takes a few steps back, allowing Lavicle to get to all fours. Edwards charges with a kick, but Lavicle pops to his knees, avoiding the kick and leg sweeping Edwards to his back.
Lavicle rolls to the ropes and begins pulling himself up with them, but Edwards is to his feet again. Edwards charges again, and Lavicle drops down, pulling the top rope down as well and Edwards stumbles over the top rope to the outside. Lavicle rolls to his feet, and gets a rush of adrenaline. Lavicle runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes and comes back with a suicide dive through the ropes onto Edwards. Edwards sees him coming and nails Lavicle in mid-air with a superkick.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Oh, what a superkick by Jonathan Edwards.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
I told you Mike Lavicle had better stay down.
Edwards lifts the almost lifeless Lavicle up and rolls him under the bottom rope into the ring. Edwards climbs onto the apron, but stops and looks over at the turnbuckle. Edwards then methodically moves to the turnbuckle and climbs top the top rope. Edwards climbs to the top and comes off with a Corkscrew Elbow Drop, but Lavicle rolls out of the way and Edwards crashes hard to the mat.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
WHAT!?! Doesn’t Mike Lavicle know he is supposed to stay down?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Apparently, he didn’t get the memo, but Jonathan Edwards got all canvas on that maneuver.
Edwards is up and clutching his elbow, and Lavicle is up but seems a little groggy. Edwards moves in and goes for a left hook, but Lavicle ducks and then lands a round kick to the right arm of Edwards. Edward winces in pain and takes a step backwards and then moves forward again, but Lavicle hits a drop kick to the knee of Edwards that drops Edwards to his knees. Lavicle then grabs Edwards in a front facelock and lifts him up, Lavicle then runs and springboards off the ropes, spinning around and dropping Edwards with a tornado DDT. Lavicle rolls Edwards over and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Edwards kicked out at the last second. Jonathan Edwards won’t stay down either.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Neither man is willing to give up in this this one.
Lavicle get to his feet and grabs Edwards arm and begins going for the La Magistral again, but as Lavicle rolls over, Edwards catches his head and sinks down, hooking Lavicles head and leg for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
THAT WAS SO CLOSE! JUST STAY DOWN MIKE!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Great counter there, by Jonathan Edwards.
Both men roll to their feet and Lavicle goes for a spinning heel kick, but Edwards catches him. Edwards flips Lavicle backwards and Lavicle lands on his feet but Edwards delivers a big knee to the stomach and quickly delivers the Guillotine Drop (Snapping Double Arm Piledriver). Edwards makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: JONATHAN EDWARDS
The scene comes up in the training room of the Sanatorium. Elijah Copeland is done training enough for his match tonight against Travis Levitt, and he's wearing no shirt, shorts, and black sneakers on his feet. His heads look upon the camera and smile.
GOLDEN STANDARD | ELIJAH COPELAND
You know, there comes a time when a man must be a man. Travis, in this scene, is not. I went on and talked about his daughter, his little girlfriend, and all that junk. Yet, I got nothing from him. Why is that? Why was Travis so silent this entire time. I'll tell you why -- because deep down, he's a scared little child who knows that he doesn't have what it takes to win. Travis, why are you here, anyway? You honestly haven't shown any improvement since being here.
Tonight, I hurt you without breaking a sweat. You MAY get lucky and get a few shots in -- maybe. In the end, the results will always be the same. In the end, I always come out as the winner. Tonight, I go three and zip. This tournament? I have it in the bag. We all know that the situation you're in isn't that great. But you know something, Travis -- that's alright. Tonight, I'm going to embarrass you enough that you dare not show your face around here ever again.
He moves forward and grabs his shirt and puts it on. It is a black sleeveless shirt with the saying "COPELAND ERA" written in Gold.
GOLDEN STANDARD | ELIJAH COPELAND
Everything will be as it should be. Tonight, the message is clear why I'm the golden standard, and Travis, that's the GOLDEN RULE!
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following contest is schedualed for one fall..
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Introducing first, representing AUSTRALIA. He hails from RICHMOND, VIRGINIA! Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED FIFTY POUNDS...he is TRAVIS LEVITT!!!
The bass kicks in through the PA and 'Ashes to Ashes' starts to echo around the arena. A small fog starting to slip from the stage, and as the music builds a melancholy atmosphere, from the back stalks 'The Phoenix' Travis Levitt. Dressed in his usual long leather jacket, hair cascading around his face as he walks out, and starts to pace down the ramp. The Phoenix reaches the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and propping up onto his knees. Glancing around at the crowd, Levitt's face is one of focus as he slowly rises to his feet before stripping off his jacket, and turned to drop it outside the ring to the roadie before he gets ready for battle.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
His opponent, represent CHINA. He hails from LANCASTER, PENNSYLVANIA! Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED TEN POUNDS...He is ELIJAH COPELAND!!
The camera pans around the Sanatorium battle zone. There are no lights or anything special going on. Just then "Breaking Through" by the Wreckage hits the speakers on the arena. The doors to the Sanatorium open up.
♪ Sever every tie
Untangle every lie
Your words don't mean anything anymore, no
Never satisfied ♪
Just then Elijah is seen coming through the open doors of the Sanatorium. He is seen wearing a black muscle shirt with "The Copeland Era" written on the front, black and gold trunks with Copeland written on the back in gold, black knee pads, black and gold boots, white wrapped up hand on his left hand, black wrist tape on his left, black dog tag with "Elijah Copeland" written in it, and a black sweatband up his arms with "Copeland" written in gold. He puts his wrists together and gets a huge smirk on his face. He looks around and nodes.
♪ But I won't compromise myself for you
Anymore, no
You're so complicated
I'm so over it ♪
He starts walking down the aisle towards the ring. He gets towards the gates, and we see a couple of orderlies opening it up for him. He gets ringside and walks towards the steps. He stops there for a few seconds.
♪ Don't tell me everything is all right
(I know you know)
Don't tell me how to live my life
I'm breaking through tonight ♪
He slaps the steps a few times before walking up to them. He walks alongside the edge of the ring. He enters it and walks towards the turnbuckle.
♪ You can crash and burn this time
As I leave it all behind
These scars won't breathe anymore, no
Sounds like goodbye ♪
He looks around at everything that is inside of this place and more. He takes off his dog tags and puts them in the corner. He then takes off his shirt and throws it to the ground. He waits patiently in the corner, waiting for the opponent as his music fades.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
This next match is going to put up Elijah Copeland against Travis Levitt. Elijah, as you know, has been on a roll so far in this tournament, and -
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Hey, let me get this, okay. Elijah has the body of a god. My future husband is going to show the world why he’s the real deal. If you don’t believe me, then you better watch what’s going to happen to Travis.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Are you ever going to be fair?
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
When it comes to Eli? Nope.
Both men are standing in the ring and preparing for the match ahead. That is when the ref signals for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The two look at each other and eventually lock up. Travis is able to overpower Elijah with ease and put him in the corner. The ref is able to ease Travis back a bit. As he comes back to attack again, Elijah uses a dirty move and pokes him in the eye. Travis holds his eye, and that is when Elijah rushes in and hits a chop block to the back of the knee and drops him to the ground. The inmates start to scream and boo after what he did. The guards are trying to keep the inmates calm so the match can continue.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
What a cheater.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Who cares? Elijah sure as heck doesn't. The only thing that he cares about is winning. Nothing else matters to him, and you're going to see that.
Elijah picks up Travis by the hair and whips him into the corner. Elijah runs, but Travis hits a back elbow, which staggers him. He rushes in with a clothesline, but Elijah ducks, which then Elijah hits a superkick to his knees. Travis falls to one knee and is then hit with another superkick to the jaw. A shot heard around the world. Travis covers his mouth and tries to move his body.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Travis seems to be hurt right now. Guess him coming back was too soon.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Don't focus on him, Gia. Look at Elijah and how well he's doing.
Elijah picks him up to his knees, and that is when he runs towards the ropes and comes back in with a shining wizard. Travis down as the ref is taking a look at him. He's not moving, and he calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
What just happened?
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Don't you see it? Travis is out.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Here is your winner, BY KO ....ELIJAH COPELAND!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Not something you want to happen -- but there it is.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
This means he has one match left to win to make it to the semi-finals.
WINNER: ELIJAH COPELAND
The scene comes up from a commercial in the middle of the ring as they are about to announce the next match. But that is before the camera turns towards the front yard of the Sanatorium. Chris Matthews is coming into the scene wearing a black t-shirt shirt, jeans, sneakers, and black tinted shades on his face. The orderlies are rushing out of the Sanatorium and trying to stop Chris from entering the building.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Who do you guys think you are? I'm just here to find Belladonna Hunter.
ORDERLY | WORKER
Chris, you don’t want to do this. Eden told you that you’re banned from entering the Sanatorium.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Why would I give a shit what Edan says? Hunter is going to learn what happens when you put Pandora in your mouth.
ORDERLY | WORKER
Seriously, you don’t want to go against the orders of Edan. She’s not gonna be happy.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Really? Cause that reminds me that I’m not happy until I wrap my hands around the throat of Hunter and pop her head off. Now, get out of my way if you don’t want to get hurt.
ORDERLY | WORKER
Listen, we don’t want any trouble, alright.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Since I’m stuck out here, I guess I will call her out so she can come to face me like a wrestler -- or she can just stay in the Sanatorium and hide like a coward. YOU HEAR ME, HUNTER? GET OUT HERE AND FACE ME! I AIN’T GOING NOWHERE.
Then Stephen Quinn comes out to the front of the Sanatorium.
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
Matthews, why are you here? You were specifically instructed not to step foot on the premises. I am going to have to remove you forcefully or will you go peacefully?
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Seems like you forgot, Quinn. I was banned from entering the Sanatorium, not stepping on the yard. So... I'm not breaking any rules that were put against me.
Chris doesn't move an inch and looks at Quinn. All he wants is Hunter.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Tell you what, you give me Hunter and I'll make her life as painless as possible.
Quinn doesn’t step closer.
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
Look, it’s not my fault you decided to be an asshole and cause Miss Hunter to snap and wind up here. You decided that hand, my dear boy.
Chris shrugs his shoulders as a symbol of him not caring.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Technically, she did it to herself when she didn't bother to improve herself. So, blaming me for her mistakes isn't my fault. I wasn't the one decided to grabs the expensive equipment and thrown them around
Quinn shakes his head
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
You are at fault, Matthews. You were the trigger that caused all of these to happen.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Yeah? Well, she opened her mouth about Pandora. But since she's a two-faced coward, and not coming out, I want you to give her a message. Tell her to come to Dystopia. Let her have a little bit of freedom. I want her at Shogun. Cause one way or another, I'm getting my hands on her.
Quinn looks at Matthews and chuckles.
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
Ok, Matthews. I can see what I can do about your request. Oh, by the way, your sister says hi.
Then he walks away with a smirk on his face. .
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Oh, before you go, Quinn. If the request does happen. Tell her I'll get a contract set up. If you want, you can come too. Cause lord knows, she needs someone watching her back.
Quinn turns around.
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
Matthews, my place is here at the Sanatorium. But I can certainly see if I can get the approval for that kind of leave.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Good. I'll see you guys there.
He backs away not even turning his back from Quinn. He makes it towards the gates from the escorts of the orderlies.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Let's see if Hunter will actually have a backbone. If she doesn't show up, I will make sure her life becomes a living hell even more.
The gate opens as Chris is outside of the Santorium. He looks at Quinn dead in the eyes and grunts. Quinn simply looks at him before turning around and heads back inside the Sanatorium. We see Paige right next to the door looking at Quinn. She is seen wearing a white doctor jacket, black legging, black heel boots, and a white top.
DOCTOR | PAIGE MATTHEWS
Hmmm...what was going on out there Quinn? What was all the shouting about?
Quinn turns around to face Paige.
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
That was your loving brother being his asshole self and still wanting his hands wrapped around the throat of Belladonna Hunter.
DOCTOR | PAIGE MATTHEWS
Eh, that sounds like Chris, alright. Anyways, did you get any more info on Sly? Cause the folder you gave me was like ripped...at least some of the info about him.
Quinn growls a bit.
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
That asshole. I knew something was right with him.
DOCTOR | PAIGE MATTHEWS
Was or wasn't?
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
Both.
DOCTOR | PAIGE MATTHEWS
Anyways, Quinn, keep a lookout, okay. I know Chris, he's a lot smarter than he looks. So, get some extra security going. He's as slippery as a snake.
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
Will do on both fronts, Miss Matthews. Have a good day.
Then he heads back inside. Paige smiles as she grabs her clipboard and goes and checks up on some patients that lost on tonight’s card.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Introducing first, representing ROMANIA. She hails from BALTIMORE, MARYLAND! She is ABBY EVANS!
Nightcore cues up as Abby walks out, her hands behind her back as she sticks her tongue out at the camera before walking to the ring. She slides up on the apron, gives out a scream, and slowly seductively crawls under the bottom rope before sitting in the corner and waits for Tora.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Her opponent, representing JAPAN! Hailing from TOYKO, JAPAN! Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED FORTY SIX POUNDS! He is TORA NISHIDA!
The lights in the arena go pitch black. Then a video begins to play on the Tron that displays dark clouds with rumbles coming from them. Soon thunder struck from the clouds to the ground as by 0:05" "No One Will Survive" by CFO$ plays throughout the arena.
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE!
The lights come back on as Tora Nishida walks out with the tron displaying his name, along with clips of wrestlers that he has decimated in the ring. He looks at the crowd for two minutes before walking down to the ring with boos from the fans.
♪ YEAH,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE!
THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE ♪
He enters the ring and hops on to the second rope near the corner and looks at the crowd. He closes his eyes and stretches his arms out as he takes in the boos from the fans.
♪ OBLITERATE,
ALL THAT WHO DEFY YOU
THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW ,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE ♪
He gets down and heads over to the ropes as he throws up his left hand and does a "shaka sign' hand gesture with a slight smirk on his face before it instantly changes to a blank look on his face. He slowly did a Throat-Slitting Gesture while his hand was still in shaka sign.
♪ SEPARATE,
FROM THE HELL THAT GUIDES YOU
THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE ♪
Tora moves away from the ropes and looks at Abby.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Abby is about to go in a match with a man who seems to have some backup. I honestly don't know how Abby is going to get out of this.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Abby has always found a way to win. Except for two weeks ago when she faced Elijah.
Just then, the bell ding for the start of this match.
DING! DING! DING!
The two look at each other and eventually lock up. Tora pushes Abby against the corner as he holds his arms up and says, what? She moves out of the corner and starts to hit him with a series of stiff shots to his face. He takes the shots from her, but then he knees Abby in the gut. He grabs her by the hair and brings her to the ropes. He wraps her arm around it and hits her with a back chop to her chest. He brings her out and throws her over the top rope, but she lands on the side. He goes in for a punch, but she ducks and nails a shoulder thrust into his gut. He bends forward, and she hits a back body drop sending him to the outside. Abby turns around as he slowly stands up.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Here we go, Abby has something in mind.
She goes and jumps off with a double ax handle, but she gets hit hard right in the gut. She hits the floor and winces in pain. Tora picks her up and whips her into the Plexiglass as she hits it hard and drops to the ground. She ends up holding her back in pain. Tora grabs her by the hair and puts her back in the ring. He entered the ring and went on top of her and starts raining down punch after punch to her face. Tora smiles as he stands up and picks her up and whips her into the corner turnbuckle, and she hits hard.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
This entire tournament has been torture for Abby. She hasn't even gotten a win so far.
Tora has had enough of this match. He picks up from the and hits R-STRIKE! She was now dazed and that is when he locked in RAIJU'S WRATH[/b! Abby ends up tapping out rather quickly. He released the hold as his theme song "No One Will Survive" hits.
DING! DING! DING!
WINNER: TORA NISHIDA
He looks down at her as his two goons Rey Lobo and Dark Wolf hold up a kendo stick. He throws it in the ring as Tora grabs it. He looks down at Abby. He goes to hit her, but here comes Chucky Ross saving the day for her. Dark Wolf and Rey try to hit him, but he ducks. Chucky enters the ring but is hit in the gut with Kendo Stick. Chucky drops to the ground in pain. He falls to his knees as Rey and Dark enter the ring. Tora orders them to hurt Chucky. They get in the ring, and they hit DARK COLLISION! He goes down on the ground, but that isn't the end of it. Jonathan Edwards appears, holding a Singapore cane in his hand. Tora orders them to take him out. Edwards then begins walking down the steps and swings the cane right into the gut of both Dark Wolf and Rey Lobo. He lays down a series of smacks to their back as they go down. Edwards looks into the eyes of Tora and charges in. Tora goes for a swing but Edwards ducks and smacks the back of Tora who ends up rolling out of the ring. He leaves with his Demolition Championship in his hands and gets a huge smile on his face. He holds the title up in the air.
The camera shows Sarah Lynn in her holding cell.
SARAH LYNN
Earlier on tonight I competed in a match. I just want to take a moment to ask will I get to make a phone call? Will I get to see a visitor? Will I get to see other parts of the asylum? Or will I be told to stay in a cell because for some reason I’m still classed as a high risk to the other inmates even though my crime is minor compared to theirs? I guess I’ll find out during an assessment over the next week or so. I hope the staff member who assesses me is watching and listening right now because the time has come for me to make an announcement. I’ve been thinking about my situation for the past few days and I noticed just how tense it is for me. I’m in a place that I really don’t belong in but I’m starting to enjoy competing in it. So it brings up a point of if I do leave the asylum a free woman then I lose the right to compete in it. Do I want freedom so badly that I’m willing to lose my ability to compete here? My announcement is no. Please let me explain there are bigger prizes on Sanatorium and one day I will compete for them and one day they will be mine. I’m not going anywhere until I hold at least one championship on here.
Sarah Lynn smiles as the camera fades.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The next match is part of the Shogun tournament! Representing the archipelago nation of Malta and weighing in at two hundred and five pounds...he is The Insanity, AARON JONES!!!
“Spit It Out” by Slipknot plays over the sounds system as he comes out wearing a blue and black of mask across his nose and mouth from his coat, ignoring the fans as he turns his head to the cameras. He slides into the ring, before going on the turnbuckle and does a pose and people boo for him as he gets down from the turnbuckle. Jones takes his coat off and drops it down to the floor and then sits behind a turnbuckle corner, waiting for his opponent to come out through the curtain.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Introducing the man hailing and representing THE NAVAJO NATION!
The heavy bass beat blended with stadium pow-wow chanting of "R.E.D." comes over the speakers.
♪ True and living by the G Code, what the fuck is fleek though?
Don't ask them, what do he know? What I forgot is better than whatever they remember.
Never mind, I'm off it, it’s quiet for 'em, time to put the temper tantrums to the quiet corner.
HUSH! That’s enough, said the ruler, no suckas allowed to break bread or asunder-- ♪
The bass drops and at the top of the ramp, the hulking form of Levi Tsingine appears.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED FORTY SEVEN POUNDS, HE IS LEVI TSINGINE!!!!
Tsingine makes his way to the ring and steps through the ropes, glaring down his opponent. Neither man will break the stare, and as the bell rings, Tsingine explodes into action! He charges toward Jones and the Insanity swings a huge right hand at him-- but Tsingine isn’t there! He ducks backward almost immediately, and circles around him! Tsingine charges Jones again from behind, but Jones throws an elbow-- nothing but air! Tsingine dodges to the right, and backs off once again! Jones lets out a grunt of frustration, clearly not expecting so large an opponent to be so quick!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Looks like the Tsingine is looking to wear Jones out tonight!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
We don’t have that kind of time, Gia! He’s like a methed-up squirrel!
Tsingine circles Jones, and Jones has a fierce look in his eye! Tsingine charges in again, but he throws a kick to Jones’s knee! But before he can capitalize, he nearly has his head removed from his shoulders with a kneeling clothesline! Tsingine spins over, landing on his face, and Jones steps back up to standing! Jones grabs his opponent by the head, holding with both hands, and absolutely crushes Tsingine with a massive headbutt! Tsingine drops to the mat! Jones puts a foot on his throat, pulling on the top rope for leverage! Tsingine is kicking his legs, and the referee starts the five count, trying to push Jones off! He steps off his opponent’s throat, and turns to the referee with hate in his eyes!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Jones should really consider not going down this route! The ref won’t put up with that bullshit!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Well, from what I understand, he’s the ref who drew the short straw to get in the ring with Jones!
Jones turns away from the referee, but Tsingine rolls under the bottom rope, and springboards back into the ring with a missile dropkick square to the face of his opponent! Jones staggers, but it isn’t enough to topple him completely! Tsingine swings around Jones with a floatover neckbreaker and puts the shorter man on the mat! Jones is up quicker than one would expect and before Tsingine can capitalize, Jones catches him in a bearhug, trying to crush the life out of him!
Tsingine all but roars and shakes his head in defiance! The referee is there, but Jones lifts Tsingine onto his shoulder, and charges into the turnbuckle! Tsingine hits HARD and half stumbles to the mat! Jones gets a pair of hands around him, and deadlifts him up into a buckle bomb, further pounding away at his back! Tsingine is down once again and Jones steps over him, wrapping a hand around his neck, and pulling him up in a camel clutch! Jones is basically sitting on the back of his opponent and absolutely wrenching his face up!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Forget traction, Gia! Jones is gonna paralyze him!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Jones is absolutely brutal in his attack on the back of Levi Tsingine!
But Tsingine isn’t new to the squared circle and after a couple of seconds to drive the pain away, he reaches out, grabbing the bottom rope! The referee is calling for Jones to release, and Jones uses up almost the entire five-count pulling tighter on Tsingine’s back! Half the crowd in attendance is celebrating Jones’ brutality and Jones puts a hand on the back of Tsingine’s head-- no! Jawbreaker from the entrant from the Navajo Nation! Jones stumbles backward, and Tsingine uses up his energy, coming off the ropes with a nasty spinning wheel kick to Jones’ head! Jones topples to the mat next to Tsingine, but Tsingine can’t move, either! Both men are on the mat, and the ten count starts!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
I can’t imagine either of these men is going to let this match end in a draw!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Me neither! These two have two wins a piece now in the Shogun tournament and they’re looking to be handed their first loss!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Well, you can’t get very much further if you’re in the hospital, Gia, so let’s not look too far into that crystal ball.
Jones is stirring and he hooks an arm over the bottom rope! Tsingine is also getting his bearings, pushing himself to his knees-- but Jones is back up, and he drives a knee into Tsingine’s back! Tsingine is flat on the canvas and Jones gives a small smile, and as Tsingine starts to push to his knees again Jones crunches his head under his boot with a curb stomp! Tsingine is rocked! Jones goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO--kickout by Tsingine!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Unbelievable! Levi Tsingine has taken a huge amount of punishment in this match, but he kicks out after a curb stomp!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
The methed-up Squirrel known as Jones is beyond pissed!
Jones is absolutely enraged! Jones gets in the referee's face! He gets back into Jones’s face, holding up two fingers! Jones puts three back in his face! Tsingine is starting to get to his feet, although he seems obviously pissed off! He turns around to see Jones, and Jones turns-- right into a big boot to the head! Jones still doesn’t fall! Tsingine hits with number two! Jones is still on his feet, but barely! Finally, Tsingine flies off the middle rope with the Iron Nail! He slams Jones to the mat, shaking the entire ring! Tsingine lets go, only to make the cover, but it looks like Jones is just out!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! The kickout’s just a hair too late!
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Here is your winner...LEVI TSINGINE!
WINNER: LEVI TSINGINE
As we open, we come upon "The Unstoppable Killing Machine" Phantom prepping for his upcoming Shogun match against "Mad Dog" Mark Wright with Gary Black.
THE SOULLESS KING | GARY BLACK
You got this, Phantom. Just keep demolishing the nonbelievers and the doubters of not only your power and skill but of The Order of The Soulless as a whole.
Phantom just smiles devilishly and continues punching a way at Gary's hands. Then an orderly comes up to them.
ORDERLY
Five minutes, Phantom. Finish whatever prep you need or want before your match.
Phantom looks at the orderly and just nods.
THE UNSTOPPABLE KILLING MACHINE | PHANTOM
Mad Dog, you are just another victim for me and my Satan's Spike or The Blood of The Soulless. You are just another attempted roadblock to try and stop this MONSTER from demolishing everything and showing why I AM NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH!
Then he steps up towards the camera to show he ain't playing.
THE UNSTOPPABLE KILLING MACHINE | PHANTOM
And everyone else that I haven't faced yet such as Aaron Jones, Travis Levitt, Abby Evans and whomever else is left for me to cause harm too, your on the KILL List as well. Prepare for an UNSTOPPABLE KILLING MACHINE coming for your MOTHERFUCKING soul!
Then the opening chorus of Phantom's theme song, "This Hell" by We Are The Flesh can be heard...
♪ This is where it starts
This is where it hurts
This is where it gets worse
Told you this would never work
This is where it hides
This is where it lives
This is where the pain splits
Yes you gonna die from this cus this is where depression hits
This is where it starts
This is where it hurts
This is where it gets worse
Told you this would never work
This is where it hides
This is where it lives
This is where the pain splits
Yes you gonna die from this cus this is where depression hits ♪
Then Phantom motions to Gary that it's time for the pain to begin as Gary nods as Phantom walks to the entryway and begins to hype himself up as the scene fades to black as we hear the roar of the crowd and the sound of his music coming into full effect.
[DING! DING! DING!]
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following contest in this Shogun Tournament is scheduled for One Fall. Introducing first, representing Russia, being led to the ring by our wonderful Orderlies...
As The Orderlies escort Phantom to the ring in a locked straight-jacket. Moving as he's trying to escape, The Orderlies push him towards the ring until he reaches the ringside area.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Standing Seven feet and weighing Three Hundred and Forty-Five pounds, he is The Unstoppable Killing Machine...he is PHANTOM!!
As the chains are removed, he grabs his head and lets out a scream of "DESTROY" before stepping on the apron and then over the rope. As the music fades, Phantom begins to pace and his opponent is introduced.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his opponent representing The Appalachian Hills...
"Losing Your Mind" blares through the loudspeaker as Orderlies walk ahead of Mark. Stepping out with a can of beer in his hand, Mark chugs the beer as he walks to the ring. Tossing an empty can aside, he opens another can and chugs it before stepping on the apron. He quickly finishes that beer and smashes the empty can on his forehead before entering the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
He is MAD DOG...MARK WRIGHT!!
Taking off his jacket, he throws it down before stepping through the ropes and Phantom steps forward. The referee quickly gets between them as they're staring down each other.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Oh man you can feel the tension.
The referee calls for the bell [DING! DING! DING!] and Phantom quickly extends his arm and chokes Mark. Pushing him backwards, Mark pokes the eye of Phantom and starts biting Phantom's hand before a kick to the knee takes Phantom down to a knee. Trying to grab Mark with his other hand, Phantom ends up shoving Mark backwards and he falls to the mat. Rolling outside the ring, Mark grabs at his throat.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Mark just had a brush with the Satan's Spike.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
It would've been over quick if he did but guess you can't count the dog out of this fight.
Looking angered, Mark climbs on the apron. Phantom grabs Mark by the throat with both hands and lifts him over the top rope and into the ring.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Those hands are going to crush his throat.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
He won't be able to bark then. Damn yapping dog.
Phantom lowers Mark to his feet then picks him back up for a chokeslam. Mark tries to break free but Phantom lets go and pops him with a forearm shot that racks his jaw. Snapping his head backwards, Phantom grabs Mark again and lifts him off his feet while stepping forward. Phantom leans back and sends Mark behind him.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Whoa! What a Belly-to-Belly suplex by the giant tree.
Still on his feet, Phantom turns around and sees Mark backing into the corner. Phantom goes for a corner splash or clothesline but Mark moves and Phantom crashes into the turnbuckle. Mark quickly begins putting the boots to him and Phantom turns around.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
His back is in the corner and Mark is like a mad dog just not letting up.
The referee steps in and as he's looking up at Mark to get him out of the corner, Phantom low blows him and Mark falls backwards on the mat.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Oh hell! Mark won't be having puppies after that.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
What the hell with all the dog references tonight?
Phantom grins as he slowly walks over to Mark and he bends down to pick him up but Mark kicks at Phantom's arm. Shaking off the attack is Phantom who quickly kicks Mark in the face with his boot. Again Phantom reaches for Mark's arm but Mark again kicks the same arm. Phantom is getting angry and puts the boot to his face again. He glances back and runs at the rope. Coming off, he drops and delivers a big leg drop.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Ow, that's going to leave a stain.
Phantom gets to his feet as Mark lays there. Taking a breather, Phantom reaches down again but Mark was playing possum as he again kicks the arm. Phantom felt that as the kick was obviously in the same spot and turns around to attend his arm. Mark slowly gets to his feet and sees an opening. Mark grabs Phantom by the arm and yanks hard pulling him in and delivers a hard Mountaineer Lariat that obviously had to pop Phantom's arm out of socket, but Mark quickly pulls him close and catches Phantom...
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
WRIGHT WAY! WRIGHT WAY!
Mark hits a vicious RKO and the referee slides into position as Mark covers Phantom.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
He shoots the half and hooks the leg. There's ONE--
TWO!
THREE!
The referee calls for the bell [DING! DING! DING!] as Mark lets go of the pant leg that falls limp. Helping Mark to his feet, the referee raises his hand as "Losing Your Mind" blares through the building.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Here is your winner....MAD DOG...MARK WRIGHT!!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
How did he do it? Mark was a dead man.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
What a deserved win for Mad Dog Mark Wright tonight. Hey, Orderlies, you might need some smelling salts because Phantom isn't moving.
Sometime between then and now...
Rolling over the flint striker of a Zippo lighter, a thumb disappears behind it. A hand raises the light as a dark silhouette steps onto creaking steps somewhere in Soho, New York. From inside, the faint flame light dances off the walls, the figure enters with undistinguishable features among the shadows. A dream state like make-believe feeling deepens an already tense ambiance as step by step the flame reveals another dusty floorboard, untouched for however long blood strained cringes, and molding crown molding around the edges of the walls.
Splashing from a small tin in a spiraling motion, some accelerant; sure to leave another location charred like the torment lingering between two equally as tortured souls. A fade to the montage of V challenging the burning of his rehabilitated gym by the Outsider, instead suggesting his childhood home would have been more of a devastating blow. The can is tossed as the screen fades back to the present. From a corner down the hallway leading to the kitchen, V's face illuminates with a stern "I got you" expression. His fists clench, rising to his feet behind the pyromaniac trying to burn down his career, and the memories of his journey to get there. His eyes roll in pure rage, he steps toward the figure, who turns toward him after falling into his perfect challenge set up. A shoulder fling, and a face opposing his. Centered in the hall just under an old hole where moonlight leaks through as the only source of light not from a flame. Gasp. Tension. Flesh and blood. Nikki Caldwell. Quivering lips unsure how to proceed finally murmur...
THE NAMELESS | V
Sis??
V hesitates and staggers devastated, then swallows hard realizing the deception used previously by the Outsider. He decides to chance it lunging forward. The face boils over from Nikki's to a bubbling mess of transformation, whispering "vámonos" before vanishing completely. V stumbles, flailing now puzzled. His phone begins to buzz, ringing to the jingle of Nothing More by Christ Copyright. He presses the side button, a blinding picture in the emptied-out darkness. The caller ID reads "Nikki Caldwell," he answers it.
THE NAMELESS | V
Hey, were you just here? WERE YOU?? DON'T LIE TO ME!
A deep chuckle from behind the camera accompanies a slow pan out from over V's head still trying to seek the truth from his sister's call. Out the hole above the hallway toward the moonlight, the shot elevates then pivots to the roof- the shingles drenched in the same accelerant, burning in a pattern- which simply reads...
ᒍᑌᔕT ᗷᒪEEᗪ
The feed returns to the Sanatorium arena, fans and the announce team looking concerned.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
What the...
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Hell? Mind games- well, he did kind of ask for Reno to burn his house down.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
I'm not sure that was literal, Hel. V seemingly susceptible to Outsider's ploys, which is odd considering he is usually the one delivering them. Few have tried pre-match strategy and succeeded against V... will it just make him angry?
Lights dim in the arena, V walks out of the curtain, waving off his entrance music, still steaming in unadulterated anger. His eyes glare as the bottom scroll pops on the screen explaining that firefighters were not able to save his childhood home after the accelerator message dripped down to the spiraling fluid inside the house.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
AND NOOOOWWW THE MAIIIINNNNN EVENNNTTTTTTTTTT! FIRSSTTTT, FROM SOHO, NEW YORK-
V scowls at Zane who stops speaking.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
You're telling me this fucking guy burned down his gym and his house after he dared him into a trap?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
It clearly backfired... no pun intended... and I'm not telling you anything, but factually, yes- correct.
Hel's face droops imagining how V must be feeling, she looks back up at his veins bulging out of his forehead as he enters the ropes, pushing the ref away. V motions to the production Manager at ringside to get Reno's entrance done now. The Production guy gives the quick wheel hand gesture to Zane.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
ANNNNND HISOPPONENTOUTOFLASVEGASTHERADICALGABERENOOOOOO!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Okay, I actually prefer that delivery.
Hooded, the figure peaks out of the curtain nose first. Everyone braces for his mutating facial appearance, but instead are greeted with the Radical's normal face and entrance attire.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
This guy is a fucking triiiiip. Now his face is back to normal? HOW!?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Another mind game from Outsider. You have to wonder when enough is enough, V already is pretty pissed- OH MY GOD HE IS RUNNING DOWN THE RAMP, HERE WE GO!
Reno puts up his hands in protest as V tackles him with a football spear tackle, pummeling him with repeated fists to the face in a blind rage. The referee shrugs not knowing how to contain V as Orderlies rush in, then get called back.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Good call by the Warden. These two have to work this out.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
I have just been passed a note by production from our Warden, No Holds Barred rules are now underway, technically this match hasn't even started yet. Who knows how far these two mind fucks are willing to push each other to mind fuck the other one. We are about to find out!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
I hope you guys brought splatter shields.
Zane hides behind Gia's chair. The bell officially rings. In the entranceway, V has figured out that Reno's old face is simply a mask, he rips it off as blood flies upward. The mood in the arena turns to horror with the Outsider's legs twitching, convulsing, then going limp. V roars like a lion during a kill continuing to murderously brutalize his opponent.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Outsider took it too far, and we are all witnessing the result. He may be done for good this time.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
You respect the creativity in his methods, but when you play with fire you usually get burned and no one has a bigger flame burning inside them from trauma around here than V. Outsider just looks totally dead in this match, and maybe at all. Please turn the channel if you are squeamish. This is not something for you kids to see, which goes without saying as the people are filing out now...
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
WAIT! GIA! LOOOOOK!
V's adrenaline starts to fade, his eyes squint at what's left of the draining hooded masked Reno is left. His pupils dilate, V spider walks backward in shock looking totally transfixed. The cameraman runs up as a content disclaimer appears on the screen. The referee runs up checking on V but with his hands tied due to the rules change.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
IS IT!? IT ISSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
It's the Chauffeur! RENO'S SOHO CHAUFFEUR HAS BEEN BRUTALIZED IN A RENO MASK AT THE ENTRANCE!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
THEN WHERE THE FUCK IS GABE!?
The referee's face begins to bubble. V keeps spider-ing backward on all fours quickly completely unsure of what to do after expending all his energy to beat Reno to a pulp already. The referee begins pulling dead temporary skin from his face and flicking it toward V who narrowly avoids piece by piece, he turns and hops onto the apron into the ring. The real referee pops out of the entrance as Orderlies finishing removing the duct tape from his head, and ties from his hands and feet.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
IS ANYTHING REAL???!!!!?
Reno slides in dripping blood onto the mat profusely with a sickening smirk staring back at V.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
RENO WAS THE REF THIS ENTIRE TIME! V got in and pushed him out of the way to get Reno to the ring, and he was standing next to him after stealing the referee's facial features! The ref was tied up in the back!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
It appears that is the case, Reno watched as his loyal Chauffeur who helped him get the gym address in Soho was beaten to a bloody pulp. He came out here in an old Reno mask, and since the guy can change appearances, we all figured he was just doing it again! Gabe Reno appears to be gone for good, and this sick demented Outsider is all that remains...
Reno pulls out the shiv he used on the club owner. V breathes heavy, using the ropes behind him to get upright. Fury fueled by betrayal and pain on V's face meets Reno's deformed delightful bloodlust in the middle of the ring. Their shoulders both heaving from the adrenaline, each examining the other with sideways opposing head gawks.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
What a sight! The two inmates who deserve to be here the most, clearly, examining their comprehension of the other's motives as the Infirmary folks wheel out the imposter Chauffeur at the entryway.
The demented dance of wrestling strikes, shiv thrusts, and counters ensues. Each barely avoiding the other worthy foe going for broke to do far more than win. Each trying to lay claim to the most lethal bad ass in Sanatorium. V back hand blocks the shiv stab by Reno. Gabe pulls back with a slice that V just backs away from with a powerful leap.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
The personal vitriol in this match could be the most we have ever seen in the Asylum, and friends, that is saying A LOTTTTTT. This is hardcore hate, diabolical intention, and a psychotic need to finish the job on both ends.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Hard to argue with either point...
V and Reno circle each other like a mixed martial arts feel out, V nails a right jab on the barely recognizable chin of the Outsider. Gabe recoils as V lunges with a loud roar, jab, jab, uppercut, Reno flies into the turnbuckle holding his fleshless face. V hesitates, then delivers a skull crushing boot high kick, with Gabe ducking out of the corner as her uses the shiv to swipe the inside of V's left booting thigh. V moans in pain, then turns around just as fiercely with another jab, jab, jab, back fist combination thrusting Reno into the opposing corner. Noticeably growling from the depths of his torment, V charges again with a pointed elbow, connecting with Reno's head as he tried to slide away again. Desperate the Outsider uses the shiv with a defensive forearm to keep V at bay.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
So much more than wrestling going on here, this is survival at the highest peak, G.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
What trips me out even beyond this is how the Chauffeur was willing to sacrifice himself for his delusional leader. Gabe has gone from top contender in the Asylum Tournament, to expelled defaced cheater, to complete criminal mastermind.
Reno cowers backing around the ring, the ref seemingly has no desire to help him after being incapacitated by him.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
What a transition. We didn't see him for months, meanwhile V was ascending in that tournament, beating our new Underground Champion Kiki, who ironically defeated his paramour Sin who has been undefeated literally FOREVVVER.
Renewed, V wipes the sweat from his forehead, then kicks the shiv out of the retreating Reno's hand.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
There goes the weapon! V did win the contendership by defeating Kiki in the finale, but has to face his own sister for the Asylum belt. Nikki has since become a member of Dystopia among the Ashes of Wake, and Outsider used his pre-defaced obsession with beating Caldwell to twist and pry at her brother V- and here we are as a result.
V moves in for the finish as Reno pulls a second shiv from his boot playing possum to play off kneeling to retrieve it.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Don't we pat these guys down!?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
He was the ref that does it! Clearly each time V tries to assert, Outsider has a plan in place to counter.
Reno stabs V in the hip, then delivers a judo kick to the head dropping him to his knees. V moans loudly trying to remove the embedded hip knife, Reno yells in a raspy whisper "ᒍᑌᔕT ᗷᒪEEᗪ!"
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
The top contender on Sanatorium is reeling!
V gathers his cognitive faculties, screaming "YOU FIRST" pulling the shiv from his hip and short arm knife throwing it into Reno's shoulder. Gabe crumbles to the ground, his momentum causing his to roll out of the ring onto the mat below. V rises to his feet laboring from his injuries a bit, peering over the ropes ready to confront Reno. But he has vanished. V rolls out of the right side and carefully examines the area, creeping up to the ring apron and pulling the Asylum curtain up ready for war. Gabe is nowhere under the ring.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Abracadabra!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
AGAIN!? WHERE IS HE? IS THIS GUY A MAGICIAN?! BLACK MAGIC?
The familiar face V had when Gabe disappeared with Nikki's face in his childhood home returns, the déjà vu disorients him for a moment as a bloody face peeks up over the fan barrier behind him, bloody fingertips appear one by one, Reno springboards with a missile dropkick propelling V face-first into the bare ring post.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
This guy and the constant misdirection tactics...
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
He is using V's aggressive nature against him after provoking it to begin with!
V shakes off the blow now on all fours, his hip area glossy as the blood seeps through his clothes. Gabe walks over hunched with the shiv still sticking out of his shoulder. Bouncing with each step causing everyone to wince in the arena every time he takes a step.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
OHHHH GAAHHH, PULL IT OUT YOU PSYCHO!
He grabs V by the hair, positioning him while pulling the mat up to expose the hard unforgiving concrete beneath.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
A person who doesn't care he has a knife in him has got to get in your head a bit.
Reno picks up V but he slides out delivering a vicious eye rake to the only part of Gabe's face left to aim for. V grabs Gabe carrying him into a fireman's reverse sit-out piledriver on the exposed concrete. The ref runs out instructing V that No Holds Barred does not mean Falls Count Anywhere. V shoves him away.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
REXALL BY V ON THE CONCRETE, OUTSIDER IS LITERALLY OUT ON THE OUTSIDE!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Nothing surprises me about these two after all we've seen. These men are pushing themselves beyond any normal match concept to cause the other more pain and suffering... at this point, I have to wonder, what won't they do in order to accomplish that sick goal?
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Two great competitors will surely be just one when this is over if not zero the way this is progressing Van Zant.
With complete disregard for how to win the match, V flips the limp Reno over, applying a ruthless reverse Texas Cloverleaf. Reno stirs in pain for a moment then passes out still concussed from the concrete mixer.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Doesn't do him any good out there, but a Gorilla Clutch bends Gabe in two. He is not even awake to feel it.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
I don't think V really gives a shit.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Who can blame him?
The referee sighs totally useless to correct the behavior to get the match in the ring to end it. V finally breaks the Gorilla Clutch, his eyes maniacally searching his own knowledge for his next execution method.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
You wanted it, Gabe, you got it.
The lights dim to red in the arena. Chuckling is heard in V's head as his spins holding his temples hearing his mother's voice. Everyone looks on as no one else hears it, and no one else sees the red lighting.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
V has Reno down but seems to have no desire to finish this in the ring at the referee's urging, and now he is spinning holding his head like some sort of mental patient.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
I mean...
His mother's whispers ask him to boil her another spoonful, he yells no as the red lighting in his head appears physically on his face. In his delusion, he sees Reno's limp body as her reaching out for him. He consoles her begging her not to take another dose. His torment furthers as his eyes begin to come back to reality seeing Reno's bloody face and confusing it as his mother overdosing from a distant trauma deep within his Soho past.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Oh no, V... what is going on in that head of his?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
V has not seemed right since Reno burned down his childhood home, and not is caressing Reno's melted face saying something about his mother, who from what we understand was the source of most of his tough past.
The motions stroking Gabe begin to jar him back to consciousness. His eyes flicker, then a smirk.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
OUTSIDER IS AWAKE! V, HE IS AWAKE! IT'S NOT YOUR MOTHER!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
The shiv V kicked out of his hand out of the ring earlier is within reach for either man, but V doesn't even know where he is right now MODANI!
Reno plays along kissing V's forehead as tear stream down his cheek relieved that his mother didn't overdose this time. With his left hand he embraced V's head still sitting on the bare concrete, with his right his fingers crawl over to the shiv, quickly grasping it, then firing it toward the back of V's head. V catches his hand. His eyes come back to normal, as his own ploy to counter Reno's finally pays off.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
HE WAS PLAYING THE GAME! HE FINALLY GOT OUT IN FRONT OF OUTSIDER'S TACTICS!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Takes one to know one, I guess- V is pulling the pleading Gabe up by the hair, digging into his arm causing the shiv to drop back onto the exposed mat area. V grins wide at Reno, slamming his head into the apron, then rolling him back into the ring.
Gabe scurries toward the ropes in every direction hilariously, then circles back meeting the blood-splattered boots of V. He gazes up slowly with tense anticipation. V holds out his hand, wagging his finger at the Radical.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
KNOCK HIS CREEPY BLOCK OFF!
The ring canvas rips open behind the impending violent V as two hands emerge to pull up the rest of themselves from below the ring. Nikki Caldwell stands behind V.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Noooo! HE has him! NIKKI! NOOOOOO!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
The Asylum Champion just came out from below the canvas, standing behind her unaware brother, the number one contender to her title, her own flesh and bloooooood!
A single tear drop rolls down her nose clearly conflicted by what she has to do next. Reno smirks pawing at V's boot, V senses someone behind him, his eyebrows raise realizing it's too late. Caldwell lifts her older sibling, then delivers a vicious snap mare driver, crippling him in the middle of the ring. She looks down in shame with a silent resolve accompanying it.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
I OF THE STORM, IT'S NO DQ, NO HOLDS BARRED, HE IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
The referee backs her into the corner as the opportunistic Reno scurries to the corner using all of his energy to limp up the turnbuckle, nearly falling off hurt and reeling, but gaining just enough mite to splash his Rated R front flip leg drop, he collapsing totally spent onto the lifeless V as Nikki watches still standing in the ring. She whispers a part of her popular theme "tell me you'll bleed with me." The ref drops down shaking his head that he has to do this to get paid.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
V IS OUT HERE! RENO IS ON TOP OF HIM!
ONE!...
TWO!...
THRE...
E...
...??
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
HE GOT A SHOULDER UP OUT OF PURE INSTINCT! TAKE THAT YOU DIRTY AMAZONIAN BITCH!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
HHOOOOWWWW IS EITHER STILL ALIVE!! MUCH LESS STILL IN THIS MATCH?
Nikki drops down now being the one spider-ing backward into the bottom turnbuckle. V's moans loudly, throwing his body weight to one side, then clawing toward his baby sister with pain in his damaged soul.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
This is the craziest damn thing I've ever seen.
Nikki's expression is like a child in trouble as she begs her brother not to be mad at her, proclaiming her title is best in her hands, and that way it remains in the family. He groans as her typical selfish sisterly bullshit. He begins to use the bottom rope to pull himself up, Reno does the same on the other side completely exhausted. The ref is looking back and forth wondering what else could possibly happen to end this bout.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
V and Nikki stare at each other with watery eyes for opposing reasons. What was she thinking, is the title worth FAMILY?
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
When she paired with Havoc and the Ashes of Wake something seemed different for our Queen. She has become an enigma for Sanatorium as she has left for Dystopia while still holding the belt she refuses to let go of. V sees how selfish it is, and after all Outsider has put him through, she picks now as he had the edge to betray him?!
Nikki backs out of the ropes and down to the floor, her hand over her chest, before running to the back. V turns looking at Reno's face. He flips him off just as Gabe backhand slaps him. V rages forward as he falls face first into a drop toe hold that morphs into a STFU. V struggles as the emotional toll finally bears its burden, the struggle slowly moment by moment fading, he passes out. The ref raises his arm three times, and calls for the bell. Reno rolls off chuckling in his raspy distorted voice.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
GABE RENO FINALLY WORE HIM DOWN WITH HELP FROM THE ASYLUM CHAMPION!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
The Outsider has defeated V after the most fucked match in Sanatorium history!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
What does the future hold for the match between V and Nikki NOWWWW??
WINNER: GABE RENO
Preshow: Gothica Skylight versus Zach
Writer: Order
Preshow: Owen Swift versus John Blade
Writer: Order
Match One: Christy Winters versus Sarah Lynn
Writer: Mad Dog
Match Two: Hugh Merus versus Chucky Ross
Writer: doombringer
Match Three: Mike Lavicle versus Jonathan Edwards
Writer: mad dog
Match Four: Elijah Copeland (China) versus Travis Levitt (Australia)
Writer: Matthews
Match Five: Tora Nishida (Japan) versus Abby Evans (Romania)
Writer: Matthews
Match Six: Levi Tsingine (Navajo Nation) versus Aaron Jones (Malta)
Writer: doombringer
Match Seven: Mad Dog (Appalachia) versus Phantom (Russia)
Writer: Blake Anderson
Main Event: Outsider versus V
Writer: Dr. Sly
The referee does the pre-match check and signals for the bell. Zach charges at Gothica and tries for a Lariat. As he does, the referee has to quickly move out of the way as Gothica dodges him as well.
Gothica looks at Zach like seriously. Then she motions for him to try again. He angrily obliges and tries to charge her again but this time with a Boot to the Face. She catches his leg and then throws him onto her shoulders and proceeds to Powerbomb him with a lot of force to the mat. He appears to be knocked for a loop from the Powerbomb.
Then she goes to a nearby corner and awaits for him to get up. Then once he has gotten onto all fours, she strikes like a viper and does a Running Punt Kick to his head, knocking him for a loop once more. Then she proceeds to grab him the scruff of his shirt and pulls him up to a standing position.
Then she just Bitch Slaps the taste out of his mouth as spins a bit before falling into a different corner. Then she smiles evilly and violently grabs him out of the corner. Then she signals that this the end, and proceeds to perform one of her finishers, The Gothic Drop (a Modified Headlock Driver.) But she doesn't immediately go for the cover.
Then the referee checks to see if Zach can continue, he stirs a bit to indicate he can still go. Then she angrily smashes the mat and then charges towards as the referee manages to get out of the way in the nick of time as she performs another of her finishers, Darken the Skies (a Modified Curb Stomp.) Then she looks down at Zach as she places a foot onto his chest and the referee makes the three count...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: "THE GOTHIC PRINCESS" GOTHICA SKYLIGHT
Distant guitars reverb, a woman's voice cutting out in static--
♪ ...when you feel that rage, when you feel that-- ♪
The dripping back alleys of Serenity, California at night set our scene. A green glow guides us, trailing through puddle reflections and shadows cast around corners.
♪ when you feel that rage-- ♪
We turn a corner and the shot opens up, to show a hulking building with a glowing green logo--
♪ We’re the underdogs roaming in the dark ♪
The face of Kiera Katharsies appears on our screen, cast in that same glow.
♪ We’re the savages born from worlds apart ♪
Abby Evans and Chucky Ross stand back to back, arms crossed, looking over their shoulders at the camera.
♪ Our past has shown just how we bleed ♪
Fast clips of Christy Winters' and Sin's heinous feud, both women gashing each other open.
♪ A blind future in front of me ♪
Aaron Jones yells at the camera, pumped on adrenaline.
♪ Lost and fractured to the point of break ♪
V stretches in half-shadows, the light playing across his trademark throat scar.
♪ So come and play with that rage, that rage ♪
Jonathan Edwards shows his tattooed fists to the camera-- STAY DOWN.
♪ Light a match and reignite the flames, the flames ♪
Gary Black and Phantom loom in the dark, candles illuminating their faces.
♪ This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay ♪
Tora Nishida drops the Demolition Championship like a piece of trash.
♪ We rush into the unknown, fearless and brave ♪
Deacon Thomas wrenches an unseen opponent in the Troublemaker submission. John Blade hits the Razor's Edge.
♪ So don’t throw it away, that rage ♪
Mya Denton wraps someone in the Demented hold, screaming in intensity. Zach looms in the dark, mask ghoulish in the shadows.
♪ Won’t stop until sweet victory! ♪
Elijah Copeland shouts and the logo explodes, bringing us to--
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Introducing first, from Long Beach California and weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds, this is CHRISTY WINTERS!
"Make Them Suffer" plays Christy makes her way to the ring, attempting to attack anyone who attempts to touch her, she slides under the ropes and sits in the corner.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And, her opponent from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at one hundred ten pounds, this is SARAH LYNN!!!
As “Trip The Darkness” by Lacuna Coil plays Sarah Lynn runs to the ring and slides into it. She stands up and runs to a corner. She jumps onto the middle rope, raises her arms and the jumps off of it. The music stops playing.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
This is going to be quite the showdown between two lovely ladies.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Christy Winters may not be lovely if she snaps here tonight.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Oh, I’m counting on her snapping.
The bell rings and Lynn and Winters lock up. Neither woman is able to get a clear advantage and after struggling for a moment both women break the lock up off. Both women begin to trash talk a bit and poster themselves. They lock a second time, but with much more intensity from each of them. Neither one can get a clear advantage, but the lock up isn’t broken this time. Winter pushes Lynn into the ropes, but Lynn reverses. Winters then reverses herself, and Lynn reverses again. This continues as the woman reverses control of the collar and elbow all around the ring completing a full lap around the ring and working back to the middle of the ring where they break the lock up.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Neither woman is able to gain an advantage, they are so similar in size.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Yeah, but Christy Winters is a lot meaner, and I think if this breaks down into a fight that is where she will get the advantage.
Winters shoves Lynn knocking her back a few steps, but Lynn doesn’t back down and shoves Winters back. Winters charges and is caught with a drop toe hold from Lynn. Lynn instantly transitions into a headlock. Winters works her way up to her set and fires a forearm into Lynn’s side loosening the headlock and then winters shoves Lynn off hard into the ropes. Lynn hits the ropes and comes back, ducking a clothesline from Winters. Lynn hits the ropes again and comes back with a crossbody onto Winters.
Winters instantly kicks out of the pin attempt before the Referee can even count one. Winters is quick to her feet but is caught with a Japanese arm drag from Lynn. Lynn holds onto the arm, locking an arm bar in on Winters.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Sarah Lynn is staying one step ahead of Christy Winters.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
How fast will Lynn be after Winters punches her in the mouth though?
Winters works up to her feet again and fires a forearm to the jaw of Lynn, but Lynn holds onto the arm. Angry, Winters scoops Lynn up with one arm and body slams her, but Lynn continues to hold onto the arm which flips Winters over onto her back still in the arm bar. Winters is clearly mad, smacking the mat with her free hand.
Winters gets to her feet and delivers another forearm that rocks Lynn, but Lynn counters back by wrenching the arm bar in tighter. Winters shouts in pain and then fires a blow at Lynn again, but this time Winters grabs the face of Lynn and claws her eyes. Lynn breaks the hold and grabs her eye and Winters strikes again with a kick to the stomach, followed by a headbutt to the face.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
So much for that solid wrestling match we had going.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
See, what did I tell you? Everyone slows down when you punch them in the face.
Lynn staggers back to the ropes, holding her face, and a trickle of blood comes out of her nostril. Winters grabs Lynn by the throat and begins to blatantly choke her. The Referee makes Winters break the hold and Winters glares at the Ref. Winters turns back to Lynn and Lynn nails a hard forearm that staggers Winters. Winters shakes it off and goes for Lynn, but catches a boot that spins Winters around. Lynn charges and goes for a bulldog, but Winters catches her and counters into a belly to back suplex.
Winters gets right to her feet and lets out a guttural scream of rage. Winters slaps to head of the grounded Lynn and yells at her to get up. Lynn responds with a punch to the stomach of Winters. Winters registers, bending over slightly, but then grabs Lynn by the head and delivers a boot face rake.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Christy Winters is taking every shortcut in the book.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
If you aren’t cheating, you aren’t trying.
Winters grabs Lynn and pulls her into position for a brainbuster. Winters tries to lift Lynn, but Lynn shifts her weight under her and counters by rolling Winters up in a small package.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
Both competitors get to their feet but Winters is up first and lands a running knee lift to Lynn, dropping Lynn to the mat.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Vicious knee there from Christy Winters.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Claw to the face, head to the face, fist to the face, why not a knee to the face too?
Winters grabs Lynn’s legs and begins to go for a Boston crab, but Lynn bridges trying to block it. Finally, Lynn snaps her body in the opposite direction, flipping Winters over. Winters gets to her feet a little loopy and is met by Lynn with a hurricanrana. Lynn get so to her feet and Winters does too but a little slowly and this allows Lynn to catch her with a spinning neck breaker.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
It looks like Sarah Lynn has found her second wind.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
A punch to the face will stop that wind.
Lynn goes to the top rope as Winters gets to her feet. Lynn goes for a top rope moonsault onto the standing Winters, but Winters lungs forward out of the way. Lynn lands on her feet, but Winters doesn’t see it. Winters smirks thinking Lynn just crashed and burned. Winters turns around right into a kick in the stomach from Lynn, and Lynn follows up with the Twist of fate, and makes the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: SARAH LYNN
The camera opens up backstage to show Levi Tsingine walking down the hallway. Levi appears to have just arrived as he is still dressed in his street clothes and is heading down the hallway with purpose. Suddenly, a bathroom on the side of the hallway opens and Mad Dog Mark Wright steps out, also dressed in his street clothes.
Mad Dog steps out right in front of Levi, and both men have to stop on a dime to avoid running into each other. Both men stop and look each other up and down as Mad Dog turns to stand face to face with Levi. The two men stand in silence, exchanging intense stares. Finally, Mad Dog slowly raises his hand and offers a handshake.
MAD DOG | MARK WRIGHT
Bubba, you took me to the limit last week, and did what no one else has done in years and beat me. I’m man enough to admit that on that night, you were the better man. I got nothing but respect for you, and for your people you are here fighting for. Best of luck to you tonight, and the rest of the tournament.
Levi looks down at Mad Dog's hand and then back at Mad Dog. There's a pause that lingers in the air, and then... he takes the proffered hand and shakes it in return, a little of his wolfish grin creeping out at the gesture.
LEVI TSINGINE
Hey, you catch me outside of the arena, you're welcome around my campfire any time. I'm sure Appalachia's got some stories to trade, gotta have some good boogeymen hiding in all those big trees. Got respect for you and yours... 'ceptin' that ol' Sunny Jim. He ran his mouth in some ways that don't shrug off so easy, you feel me.
Mad Dog smirks at Levi, and shakes his head.
MAD DOG | MARK WRIGHT
Yeah, old Sunny can be a bit of a prick, but he’s always done right by me and my family. He helped my Pappy and my Grandpappy out, and he hasn’t failed me yet. I know he said some sh*t that rubbed ya the wrong way, but at the end of the day he always has my back, so I got his.
Levi grumbles and the two men begin to walk in opposite directions as the scene fades back to ringside.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
“Smells Like A Freak Show” by Avatar begins to play, spotlights start turning on throughout the arena. Then as the song reaches a crescendo, all the lights in the arena go out. The song continues playing while this is going on and a voice is heard through the darkness!
MYSTERIOUS VOICE
Who's ready for some fun?
Then the lights kick back on and sitting in the middle of the ring cross-legged is the one and only "The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross and he's holding The Jester's Stick. As Zane Mullholland attempts to continue the introduction, Ross stands up and snatches the microphone away from him.
THE SOULLESS JESTER | CHUCKY ROSS
Allow me to do that...I am "The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross and I weigh in tonight at a glorious one hundred seventy five pounds and hail from The Order Compound. Tonight we are going to see me drop some poor loser with The Joke's On You. So please stay tuned for that and now back to your regularly scheduled talking.
Then he shoves the microphone into the ring announcer's chest and then sits in one of the turnbuckles and awaits his opponent. Zane Mullholland visibly sighs before inhaling to introduce Ross’ opponent!
“Spooky Scary Skeletons” plays over the PA System as the lights dim and artificial fog is filled throughout the entrance ramp. Sickly lime green and violet purple lights flicker at the feet of none other than the Spooky Scary Skeletons as they make their way down to the ring. Mike Lavicle seems to be all business with only a slight bob to his head to the music while Hugh Merus is the happy go lucky one of the bunch, doing his best to get the rest of the fans into the festivities. Directly behind them is the rather creepy Necrosis. She moves with the motions of a horror movie monster herky jerky with perfect pantomime to consider. But eventually they all enter the ring as fans shower the ropes with orange and black streamers in joke fanfare.. Mike & Necro soon make their leave from the ring allowing Hugh to take center stage.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his opponent, weighing at three-hundred pounds and hailing from parts unknown...HUGH MERUS!!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Do you think Zane will ever get used to Ross snatching the mic from him?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Why doesn’t the Jester bring his own? He can just duct tape it to his stick!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Oh god, why did you go there now I have to go there. Just not the one swinging between his legs, thank you very much. Even Netflix will censor that.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
A collar and elbow tie-up by these two men to start things off!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Oh how original.
Ross’ face contorts in anger before he throws Merus off with an impressive show of power. Merus is quick to his feet and nails Ross with a dropkick to the knees. The Jester pushes himself up after landing face first on the mat from Merus’s dropkick. He is up quick enough to catch Merus as he goes for a cross body. He powerfully brings him down across his knee with a side breaker.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Sheesh. All that weight on his knee…
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
We’re gonna see him with a knee brace next show.
Ross manages to picks Hugh back up and looks to repeat the punishment but he wriggles and squirms free, he lands on his feet and shoves Ross backwards. One half of the Spooky Scary Skeletons turns and sprints into the ropes and bounces off and flies at Chucky and nails him with a picture perfect flying clothesline that knocks the smaller competitor off his feet, Merus commando rolls through his landing and is quickly back on his feet and nails Ross with a back kick to the jaw just as Ross is getting to his feet.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Hugh Merus is really taking control here with an unusually fast paced offense for someone of his stature.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
You wait till Ross catches him again. He’ll go down with a spooky scary smile on his face.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Super charming visual there.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Why thank you, Malone.
Hugh Merus runs the turnbuckles and jumps off and strikes down on Ross’s skull with a closed fist and quickly, he is away and sprints into the ropes again and snaps Ross down into the mat with a neckbreaker. He scurries over for a cover.
ONE!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Power out by Ross!
Ross is back on his feet quickly, as is Merus. Both are sizing each other up, contemplating their next move. Merus moves fast, but Ross is ready and side steps him and grabs his head and pulls him backwards down into the mat. As the SSK crashes into the canvas the Jester drives a knee right down into his opponent’s throat. Hugh audibly gasps and grabs for his throat and Ross lifts her off the my by her hair. He slings her into the corner and rocks her with a brutal running elbow.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Big elbow by Ross there.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
He’s starting to take control of this match!
Ross throws Merus into the centre of the ring with what can only be described as a belly to belly toss. The Jester turns and stalks after him and waits for Merus to start getting to his feet. As he is halfway up he drops to one knee and strikes upwards into his throat! Ross then wraps his arms around Hugh’s waist and lifts him over his shoulder!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Ross has Merus in the air. What is he going to do?
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Hurt him! Hurt him!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Ross just slammed Merus into the mat like he was swinging a sledge hammer.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
COVER HIM! COVER HIM, YOU CLOWN!
Ross follows his opponent down with another knee to the throat and quickly goes for the cover. The referee drops to the mat for the count.
ONE!!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
YES!
TWO!!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
YES!!
KICKOUT!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
NO!
Ross slams the mat and lifts Merus to his feet before he whips him into the corner. He follows up with a spear.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
HE MISSED IT!!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
HOW COULD YOU MISS HE WAS THREE FEET FROM YOU!
Ross’s shoulder slams straight into the ringpost as Hugh Merus had his wits about him enough to get out of the way.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Merus trips up his opponent and rolls him up!
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!
Ross kicks his way out, jumps up, and pulls Merus to his feet, whipping him into the ropes and waiting for him to come back but Hugh hooks himself up on the ropes! The Jester charges and Merus uses his strength and speed to pull the top rope down and Ross goes flying to the outside of the ring!! Merus spins around and springboards off the top rope.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
BIG SPLASH!!
Ross is crushed under the weight of his opponent who quickly recovers to his feet and all but tosses Chucky back into the ring like he’s a sack of potatoes!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Get up, Ross!!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Hugh scrambles to make the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Here is your winner, one half of the Spooky Scary Skeletons...HUGH MERUS!!
WINNER: HUGH MERUS
The scene opens with Tora Nishida walking around patiently in circles at the gym. He has a kendo stick in his hand that he slowly drags on the floor as he walks in circles. He is waiting for the Lobos to return with some practice dummies for him to use as a warm up for the punishment he's going to unleash on Abby Evans tonight. It doesn't take long before Dark Wolf and Rey Lobo arrive, dragging two people with them. One has a bag over his head with the picture of Jonathan Edwards on it, while the other has similar face paint that Chucky Ross usually has on his face. They push the two men down onto their knees as Nishida walks around them.
Tora Nishida
My apologies gentlemen for my associates bringing you here, but I need a little swinging practice before my match with Abby Evans tonight. Gotta make sure to get rid of the rust before I go out there and punish that mud show clown's girlfriend for his actions.
He continues walking around the two men while dragging the kendo stick on the floor. He soon stops in front of the two men as he stares down at them.
TORA NISHIDA
Now then, which one of you should I hit first?
He points the end of the kendo stick at the man with a bag on his head that has a picture of Jonathan Edwards' face on it.
TORA NISHIDA
Eeny.....
He slowly points the kendo stick at the man with the Chucky Ross face paint.
TORA NISHIDA
meeny....
Nishida continues slowly pointing the kendo stick from the guy with the Chucky Ross face paint to the guy wearing a bag with Jonathan Edwards face on it. Both men are tensed and afraid as they wait for him to make his choice.
TORA NISHIDA
miny....
He stops at the guy wearing Chucky Ross face paint, bringing the kendo stick back as he was ready to swing. He swings the kendo stick, but instead of hitting the guy with the Chucky Ross face paint, he swings right at the guy wearing a bag with Jonathan Edwards face on it. Whacking him right across the side of his head with the kendo stick.
TORA NISHIDA
moe!
The goes down on the floor from the strike. Nishida doesn't let up as he repeatedly hits the poor guy over and over with the kendo stick, ignoring his plea for him to stop as he screams in pain from each strike. Tora won't let up as he just hits the man more and more with each strike stronger than the last. The man's suffering would finally end when the kendo stick breaks from being swung so many times.
Tora pants a bit as he lets go of the now broken kendo stick. He stares down at his handy work, looking at all the spots on the man's body he brutally hit with the kendo stick. Yet he isn't satisfied...
TORA NISHIDA
It seems that i may have gone a bit overboard. Lobo, would you mind fetching me another kendo stick. I want to practice more before my match.
Lobo nods as he goes over to a trash can that was filled with kendo sticks. He picks one and throws it to Nishida, who then catches it as he stares at the man with the Chucky Ross face paint.
TORA NISHIDA
Nothing personal....
The camera switches to first person point of view with Nishida staring down at where the man with the Chucky Ross face paint was before he swings the kendo stick. The moment it makes contact with the man, the scene goes completely black.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Introducing first, from Green Bay, Wisconsin, weighing in at 209lbs, JONATHAN EDWARDS!
The drums begin to play over the speakers inside of the asylum. It continued for a good 34 seconds. The camera looks at the steps and the song that's playing is "I Don't Care Anymore" by HellYeah. The door opens and Edwards is seen entering the fight zone.
♪ Well you can tell everyone I'm a down disgrace
Drag my name all over the place
I don't care anymore
You can tell everybody 'bout the state I'm in
You won't catch me crying 'cause I just can't win
I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore ♪
Edwards then shuts the door as he doesn't need the help of the orderlies. He is seen wearing a black vest, black tights with "Edwards" on his right leg, and Elites on his left leg, black wrestling boots, and black knee pads. He walks down the aisle of this place and wants to show what he can do. He enters the ringside and takes off his vest. He throws it to the ground and walks up the steel steps. He walks along the ringside and finally enters. He looks around and waits for his opponent as his theme song fades.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, and weighting in at 253lbs, MIKE LAVICLE!
"Spooky Scary Skeletons" plays over the PA System as the lights dim and artificial fog is filled throughout the entrance ramp. Sickly lime green and violet purple lights flicker at the feet of none other than the Spooky Scary Skeletons as they make their way down to the ring. Mike Lavicle seems to be all business with only a slight bob to his head to the music while Hugh Merus is the happy go lucky one of the bunch, doing his best to get the rest of the fans into the festivities. Directly behind them is the rather creepy Necrosis. She's cute in a "Totally going to murder you in your sleep" kinda way. She moves with the motions of a horror movie monster herky jerky with perfect pantomime to consider. But eventually they all enter the ring as fans shower the ropes with orange and black streamers in joke fanfare. After all, when the Skelly Bois are around, it's always Spooky Season. Hugh & Necro make their leave from the ring allowing Mike to take center stage.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
This next is going to be spooky.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
And scary?
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
How’d you know?
The bell rings and Edwards and Lavicle go to lock up, but Lavicle ducks under, and does a little strut. Edwards turns looking angry and Lavicle gives him the spooky fingers. Edwards is angry and charges and Lacicle locks up with him. Edwards snatches a headlock, and tries to cinch it in tight, but as he does Lavicle shimmies his hips and does a little dance backing out of the headlock. Edwards spins around looking angry and Lavicle gives him the spooky fingers again.
Edwards shouts in anger and charges Lavicle, but Lavicle catches him with an arm drag. Both men are quick to their feet with Edwards charging again, and this time Lavicle catches him with a hip toss. Edwards quickly gets to his feet and is met with a drop kick that takes him right back down. Edwards quickly rolls to the corner to collect himself and looks at Lavicle, and Lavicle once more gives him the spooky fingers.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
This isn’t some HAHA act.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
The crowd certainly seems to be enjoying it.
Edwards pulls himself up and looks very angry, the two men go to lock up again, but Edwards stops short and plants a boot to Lavicle’s stomach. Edwards grabs Lavicle and shoots him into the corner and follows in, but Lavicle does an up and over and Edwards goes under into the corner. Lavicle then delivers a drop kick to the back of Edward sandwiching him into the turnbuckle. Edwards staggers backwards right into a roll up.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Was that a low blow? I think that was a low blow.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Clearly, that was a roll up.
Edwards scrambles to his feet and is hit with a snapmare from Lavicle, and Lavicle follows up with a big kick to the back. Edwards arms shoot back in pain and he rolls over to all fours. Lavicle keeps the offense going, grabbing Edwards arm, spinning around, and rolling over with a La Magistral on Edwards.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout..
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
What was that? Is Mike Lavicle making Jonathan Edwards beak dance with him?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
That is wrestling Hel, professional wrestling.
Edwards and Lavicle both get to their feet and Lavicle grabs a headlock on Edwards. Edwards spins out into a top wrist lock, but Lavicle uses his leg to sweep Edwards' leg and drops Edwards on his back, breaking the hold. Lavicle goes for an elbow drop but Edwards moves. Lavicle gets to his feet a little slow holding, but when he does Edwards is there waiting for him catching Lavicle with an STO.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
NOW THAT IS WRESTLING!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Certainly an impressive maneuver by Jonathan Edwards.
Edwards moves in for a guillotine choke, but Lavicle sits out escaping the hold. With both men on their feet Lavicle hits a forearm to Edwards. Edwards answer back with a forearm of his own and this drive Lavicle into the turnbuckle. Edwards grabs Lavicle and shoots him hard across the ring into the opposite corner. Lavicle hits hard and staggers out, and Edwards charges forward going for Pack Attack (Whips the opponent hard into the corner, as they move out, he charges full forces with a bone shattering spear.), but Lavicle leap frogs him and Edwards runs into the turnbuckle.
Edwards staggers around and Lavicle goes for a hurricanrana, but Edwards catches him and delivers a hard powerbomb. Edwards then runs and jump off the ropes with a springboard moonsault onto Lavicle. Edwards hooks the leg and goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Mike Lavicle better stay down.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Jonathan Edwards did display a mix of speed, power, and agility there.
After Lavicle kicks out Edwards screams in anger and just mounts Lavicle and begins hammering away with rights and lefts, mixing up punches and smashing forearms. Lavicle does his best to cover up but is getting rocked by the blows. The Referee almost has to physically pull Edwards off and is threatening to disqualify him. Edwards takes a few steps back, allowing Lavicle to get to all fours. Edwards charges with a kick, but Lavicle pops to his knees, avoiding the kick and leg sweeping Edwards to his back.
Lavicle rolls to the ropes and begins pulling himself up with them, but Edwards is to his feet again. Edwards charges again, and Lavicle drops down, pulling the top rope down as well and Edwards stumbles over the top rope to the outside. Lavicle rolls to his feet, and gets a rush of adrenaline. Lavicle runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes and comes back with a suicide dive through the ropes onto Edwards. Edwards sees him coming and nails Lavicle in mid-air with a superkick.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Oh, what a superkick by Jonathan Edwards.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
I told you Mike Lavicle had better stay down.
Edwards lifts the almost lifeless Lavicle up and rolls him under the bottom rope into the ring. Edwards climbs onto the apron, but stops and looks over at the turnbuckle. Edwards then methodically moves to the turnbuckle and climbs top the top rope. Edwards climbs to the top and comes off with a Corkscrew Elbow Drop, but Lavicle rolls out of the way and Edwards crashes hard to the mat.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
WHAT!?! Doesn’t Mike Lavicle know he is supposed to stay down?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Apparently, he didn’t get the memo, but Jonathan Edwards got all canvas on that maneuver.
Edwards is up and clutching his elbow, and Lavicle is up but seems a little groggy. Edwards moves in and goes for a left hook, but Lavicle ducks and then lands a round kick to the right arm of Edwards. Edward winces in pain and takes a step backwards and then moves forward again, but Lavicle hits a drop kick to the knee of Edwards that drops Edwards to his knees. Lavicle then grabs Edwards in a front facelock and lifts him up, Lavicle then runs and springboards off the ropes, spinning around and dropping Edwards with a tornado DDT. Lavicle rolls Edwards over and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Edwards kicked out at the last second. Jonathan Edwards won’t stay down either.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Neither man is willing to give up in this this one.
Lavicle get to his feet and grabs Edwards arm and begins going for the La Magistral again, but as Lavicle rolls over, Edwards catches his head and sinks down, hooking Lavicles head and leg for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
THAT WAS SO CLOSE! JUST STAY DOWN MIKE!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Great counter there, by Jonathan Edwards.
Both men roll to their feet and Lavicle goes for a spinning heel kick, but Edwards catches him. Edwards flips Lavicle backwards and Lavicle lands on his feet but Edwards delivers a big knee to the stomach and quickly delivers the Guillotine Drop (Snapping Double Arm Piledriver). Edwards makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: JONATHAN EDWARDS
The scene comes up in the training room of the Sanatorium. Elijah Copeland is done training enough for his match tonight against Travis Levitt, and he's wearing no shirt, shorts, and black sneakers on his feet. His heads look upon the camera and smile.
GOLDEN STANDARD | ELIJAH COPELAND
You know, there comes a time when a man must be a man. Travis, in this scene, is not. I went on and talked about his daughter, his little girlfriend, and all that junk. Yet, I got nothing from him. Why is that? Why was Travis so silent this entire time. I'll tell you why -- because deep down, he's a scared little child who knows that he doesn't have what it takes to win. Travis, why are you here, anyway? You honestly haven't shown any improvement since being here.
Tonight, I hurt you without breaking a sweat. You MAY get lucky and get a few shots in -- maybe. In the end, the results will always be the same. In the end, I always come out as the winner. Tonight, I go three and zip. This tournament? I have it in the bag. We all know that the situation you're in isn't that great. But you know something, Travis -- that's alright. Tonight, I'm going to embarrass you enough that you dare not show your face around here ever again.
He moves forward and grabs his shirt and puts it on. It is a black sleeveless shirt with the saying "COPELAND ERA" written in Gold.
GOLDEN STANDARD | ELIJAH COPELAND
Everything will be as it should be. Tonight, the message is clear why I'm the golden standard, and Travis, that's the GOLDEN RULE!
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following contest is schedualed for one fall..
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Introducing first, representing AUSTRALIA. He hails from RICHMOND, VIRGINIA! Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED FIFTY POUNDS...he is TRAVIS LEVITT!!!
The bass kicks in through the PA and 'Ashes to Ashes' starts to echo around the arena. A small fog starting to slip from the stage, and as the music builds a melancholy atmosphere, from the back stalks 'The Phoenix' Travis Levitt. Dressed in his usual long leather jacket, hair cascading around his face as he walks out, and starts to pace down the ramp. The Phoenix reaches the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and propping up onto his knees. Glancing around at the crowd, Levitt's face is one of focus as he slowly rises to his feet before stripping off his jacket, and turned to drop it outside the ring to the roadie before he gets ready for battle.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
His opponent, represent CHINA. He hails from LANCASTER, PENNSYLVANIA! Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED TEN POUNDS...He is ELIJAH COPELAND!!
The camera pans around the Sanatorium battle zone. There are no lights or anything special going on. Just then "Breaking Through" by the Wreckage hits the speakers on the arena. The doors to the Sanatorium open up.
♪ Sever every tie
Untangle every lie
Your words don't mean anything anymore, no
Never satisfied ♪
Just then Elijah is seen coming through the open doors of the Sanatorium. He is seen wearing a black muscle shirt with "The Copeland Era" written on the front, black and gold trunks with Copeland written on the back in gold, black knee pads, black and gold boots, white wrapped up hand on his left hand, black wrist tape on his left, black dog tag with "Elijah Copeland" written in it, and a black sweatband up his arms with "Copeland" written in gold. He puts his wrists together and gets a huge smirk on his face. He looks around and nodes.
♪ But I won't compromise myself for you
Anymore, no
You're so complicated
I'm so over it ♪
He starts walking down the aisle towards the ring. He gets towards the gates, and we see a couple of orderlies opening it up for him. He gets ringside and walks towards the steps. He stops there for a few seconds.
♪ Don't tell me everything is all right
(I know you know)
Don't tell me how to live my life
I'm breaking through tonight ♪
He slaps the steps a few times before walking up to them. He walks alongside the edge of the ring. He enters it and walks towards the turnbuckle.
♪ You can crash and burn this time
As I leave it all behind
These scars won't breathe anymore, no
Sounds like goodbye ♪
He looks around at everything that is inside of this place and more. He takes off his dog tags and puts them in the corner. He then takes off his shirt and throws it to the ground. He waits patiently in the corner, waiting for the opponent as his music fades.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
This next match is going to put up Elijah Copeland against Travis Levitt. Elijah, as you know, has been on a roll so far in this tournament, and -
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Hey, let me get this, okay. Elijah has the body of a god. My future husband is going to show the world why he’s the real deal. If you don’t believe me, then you better watch what’s going to happen to Travis.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Are you ever going to be fair?
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
When it comes to Eli? Nope.
Both men are standing in the ring and preparing for the match ahead. That is when the ref signals for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The two look at each other and eventually lock up. Travis is able to overpower Elijah with ease and put him in the corner. The ref is able to ease Travis back a bit. As he comes back to attack again, Elijah uses a dirty move and pokes him in the eye. Travis holds his eye, and that is when Elijah rushes in and hits a chop block to the back of the knee and drops him to the ground. The inmates start to scream and boo after what he did. The guards are trying to keep the inmates calm so the match can continue.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
What a cheater.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Who cares? Elijah sure as heck doesn't. The only thing that he cares about is winning. Nothing else matters to him, and you're going to see that.
Elijah picks up Travis by the hair and whips him into the corner. Elijah runs, but Travis hits a back elbow, which staggers him. He rushes in with a clothesline, but Elijah ducks, which then Elijah hits a superkick to his knees. Travis falls to one knee and is then hit with another superkick to the jaw. A shot heard around the world. Travis covers his mouth and tries to move his body.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Travis seems to be hurt right now. Guess him coming back was too soon.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Don't focus on him, Gia. Look at Elijah and how well he's doing.
Elijah picks him up to his knees, and that is when he runs towards the ropes and comes back in with a shining wizard. Travis down as the ref is taking a look at him. He's not moving, and he calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
What just happened?
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Don't you see it? Travis is out.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Here is your winner, BY KO ....ELIJAH COPELAND!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Not something you want to happen -- but there it is.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
This means he has one match left to win to make it to the semi-finals.
WINNER: ELIJAH COPELAND
The scene comes up from a commercial in the middle of the ring as they are about to announce the next match. But that is before the camera turns towards the front yard of the Sanatorium. Chris Matthews is coming into the scene wearing a black t-shirt shirt, jeans, sneakers, and black tinted shades on his face. The orderlies are rushing out of the Sanatorium and trying to stop Chris from entering the building.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Who do you guys think you are? I'm just here to find Belladonna Hunter.
ORDERLY | WORKER
Chris, you don’t want to do this. Eden told you that you’re banned from entering the Sanatorium.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Why would I give a shit what Edan says? Hunter is going to learn what happens when you put Pandora in your mouth.
ORDERLY | WORKER
Seriously, you don’t want to go against the orders of Edan. She’s not gonna be happy.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Really? Cause that reminds me that I’m not happy until I wrap my hands around the throat of Hunter and pop her head off. Now, get out of my way if you don’t want to get hurt.
ORDERLY | WORKER
Listen, we don’t want any trouble, alright.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Since I’m stuck out here, I guess I will call her out so she can come to face me like a wrestler -- or she can just stay in the Sanatorium and hide like a coward. YOU HEAR ME, HUNTER? GET OUT HERE AND FACE ME! I AIN’T GOING NOWHERE.
Then Stephen Quinn comes out to the front of the Sanatorium.
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
Matthews, why are you here? You were specifically instructed not to step foot on the premises. I am going to have to remove you forcefully or will you go peacefully?
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Seems like you forgot, Quinn. I was banned from entering the Sanatorium, not stepping on the yard. So... I'm not breaking any rules that were put against me.
Chris doesn't move an inch and looks at Quinn. All he wants is Hunter.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Tell you what, you give me Hunter and I'll make her life as painless as possible.
Quinn doesn’t step closer.
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
Look, it’s not my fault you decided to be an asshole and cause Miss Hunter to snap and wind up here. You decided that hand, my dear boy.
Chris shrugs his shoulders as a symbol of him not caring.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Technically, she did it to herself when she didn't bother to improve herself. So, blaming me for her mistakes isn't my fault. I wasn't the one decided to grabs the expensive equipment and thrown them around
Quinn shakes his head
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
You are at fault, Matthews. You were the trigger that caused all of these to happen.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Yeah? Well, she opened her mouth about Pandora. But since she's a two-faced coward, and not coming out, I want you to give her a message. Tell her to come to Dystopia. Let her have a little bit of freedom. I want her at Shogun. Cause one way or another, I'm getting my hands on her.
Quinn looks at Matthews and chuckles.
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
Ok, Matthews. I can see what I can do about your request. Oh, by the way, your sister says hi.
Then he walks away with a smirk on his face. .
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Oh, before you go, Quinn. If the request does happen. Tell her I'll get a contract set up. If you want, you can come too. Cause lord knows, she needs someone watching her back.
Quinn turns around.
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
Matthews, my place is here at the Sanatorium. But I can certainly see if I can get the approval for that kind of leave.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Good. I'll see you guys there.
He backs away not even turning his back from Quinn. He makes it towards the gates from the escorts of the orderlies.
LEGEND OF THUNDER | CHRIS MATTHEWS
Let's see if Hunter will actually have a backbone. If she doesn't show up, I will make sure her life becomes a living hell even more.
The gate opens as Chris is outside of the Santorium. He looks at Quinn dead in the eyes and grunts. Quinn simply looks at him before turning around and heads back inside the Sanatorium. We see Paige right next to the door looking at Quinn. She is seen wearing a white doctor jacket, black legging, black heel boots, and a white top.
DOCTOR | PAIGE MATTHEWS
Hmmm...what was going on out there Quinn? What was all the shouting about?
Quinn turns around to face Paige.
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
That was your loving brother being his asshole self and still wanting his hands wrapped around the throat of Belladonna Hunter.
DOCTOR | PAIGE MATTHEWS
Eh, that sounds like Chris, alright. Anyways, did you get any more info on Sly? Cause the folder you gave me was like ripped...at least some of the info about him.
Quinn growls a bit.
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
That asshole. I knew something was right with him.
DOCTOR | PAIGE MATTHEWS
Was or wasn't?
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
Both.
DOCTOR | PAIGE MATTHEWS
Anyways, Quinn, keep a lookout, okay. I know Chris, he's a lot smarter than he looks. So, get some extra security going. He's as slippery as a snake.
HEAD OF SECURITY | STEPHEN QUINN
Will do on both fronts, Miss Matthews. Have a good day.
Then he heads back inside. Paige smiles as she grabs her clipboard and goes and checks up on some patients that lost on tonight’s card.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Introducing first, representing ROMANIA. She hails from BALTIMORE, MARYLAND! She is ABBY EVANS!
Nightcore cues up as Abby walks out, her hands behind her back as she sticks her tongue out at the camera before walking to the ring. She slides up on the apron, gives out a scream, and slowly seductively crawls under the bottom rope before sitting in the corner and waits for Tora.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Her opponent, representing JAPAN! Hailing from TOYKO, JAPAN! Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED FORTY SIX POUNDS! He is TORA NISHIDA!
The lights in the arena go pitch black. Then a video begins to play on the Tron that displays dark clouds with rumbles coming from them. Soon thunder struck from the clouds to the ground as by 0:05" "No One Will Survive" by CFO$ plays throughout the arena.
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE!
The lights come back on as Tora Nishida walks out with the tron displaying his name, along with clips of wrestlers that he has decimated in the ring. He looks at the crowd for two minutes before walking down to the ring with boos from the fans.
♪ YEAH,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE!
THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE ♪
He enters the ring and hops on to the second rope near the corner and looks at the crowd. He closes his eyes and stretches his arms out as he takes in the boos from the fans.
♪ OBLITERATE,
ALL THAT WHO DEFY YOU
THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW ,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE ♪
He gets down and heads over to the ropes as he throws up his left hand and does a "shaka sign' hand gesture with a slight smirk on his face before it instantly changes to a blank look on his face. He slowly did a Throat-Slitting Gesture while his hand was still in shaka sign.
♪ SEPARATE,
FROM THE HELL THAT GUIDES YOU
THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE ♪
Tora moves away from the ropes and looks at Abby.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Abby is about to go in a match with a man who seems to have some backup. I honestly don't know how Abby is going to get out of this.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Abby has always found a way to win. Except for two weeks ago when she faced Elijah.
Just then, the bell ding for the start of this match.
DING! DING! DING!
The two look at each other and eventually lock up. Tora pushes Abby against the corner as he holds his arms up and says, what? She moves out of the corner and starts to hit him with a series of stiff shots to his face. He takes the shots from her, but then he knees Abby in the gut. He grabs her by the hair and brings her to the ropes. He wraps her arm around it and hits her with a back chop to her chest. He brings her out and throws her over the top rope, but she lands on the side. He goes in for a punch, but she ducks and nails a shoulder thrust into his gut. He bends forward, and she hits a back body drop sending him to the outside. Abby turns around as he slowly stands up.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Here we go, Abby has something in mind.
She goes and jumps off with a double ax handle, but she gets hit hard right in the gut. She hits the floor and winces in pain. Tora picks her up and whips her into the Plexiglass as she hits it hard and drops to the ground. She ends up holding her back in pain. Tora grabs her by the hair and puts her back in the ring. He entered the ring and went on top of her and starts raining down punch after punch to her face. Tora smiles as he stands up and picks her up and whips her into the corner turnbuckle, and she hits hard.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
This entire tournament has been torture for Abby. She hasn't even gotten a win so far.
Tora has had enough of this match. He picks up from the and hits R-STRIKE! She was now dazed and that is when he locked in RAIJU'S WRATH[/b! Abby ends up tapping out rather quickly. He released the hold as his theme song "No One Will Survive" hits.
DING! DING! DING!
WINNER: TORA NISHIDA
He looks down at her as his two goons Rey Lobo and Dark Wolf hold up a kendo stick. He throws it in the ring as Tora grabs it. He looks down at Abby. He goes to hit her, but here comes Chucky Ross saving the day for her. Dark Wolf and Rey try to hit him, but he ducks. Chucky enters the ring but is hit in the gut with Kendo Stick. Chucky drops to the ground in pain. He falls to his knees as Rey and Dark enter the ring. Tora orders them to hurt Chucky. They get in the ring, and they hit DARK COLLISION! He goes down on the ground, but that isn't the end of it. Jonathan Edwards appears, holding a Singapore cane in his hand. Tora orders them to take him out. Edwards then begins walking down the steps and swings the cane right into the gut of both Dark Wolf and Rey Lobo. He lays down a series of smacks to their back as they go down. Edwards looks into the eyes of Tora and charges in. Tora goes for a swing but Edwards ducks and smacks the back of Tora who ends up rolling out of the ring. He leaves with his Demolition Championship in his hands and gets a huge smile on his face. He holds the title up in the air.
The camera shows Sarah Lynn in her holding cell.
SARAH LYNN
Earlier on tonight I competed in a match. I just want to take a moment to ask will I get to make a phone call? Will I get to see a visitor? Will I get to see other parts of the asylum? Or will I be told to stay in a cell because for some reason I’m still classed as a high risk to the other inmates even though my crime is minor compared to theirs? I guess I’ll find out during an assessment over the next week or so. I hope the staff member who assesses me is watching and listening right now because the time has come for me to make an announcement. I’ve been thinking about my situation for the past few days and I noticed just how tense it is for me. I’m in a place that I really don’t belong in but I’m starting to enjoy competing in it. So it brings up a point of if I do leave the asylum a free woman then I lose the right to compete in it. Do I want freedom so badly that I’m willing to lose my ability to compete here? My announcement is no. Please let me explain there are bigger prizes on Sanatorium and one day I will compete for them and one day they will be mine. I’m not going anywhere until I hold at least one championship on here.
Sarah Lynn smiles as the camera fades.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The next match is part of the Shogun tournament! Representing the archipelago nation of Malta and weighing in at two hundred and five pounds...he is The Insanity, AARON JONES!!!
“Spit It Out” by Slipknot plays over the sounds system as he comes out wearing a blue and black of mask across his nose and mouth from his coat, ignoring the fans as he turns his head to the cameras. He slides into the ring, before going on the turnbuckle and does a pose and people boo for him as he gets down from the turnbuckle. Jones takes his coat off and drops it down to the floor and then sits behind a turnbuckle corner, waiting for his opponent to come out through the curtain.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Introducing the man hailing and representing THE NAVAJO NATION!
The heavy bass beat blended with stadium pow-wow chanting of "R.E.D." comes over the speakers.
♪ True and living by the G Code, what the fuck is fleek though?
Don't ask them, what do he know? What I forgot is better than whatever they remember.
Never mind, I'm off it, it’s quiet for 'em, time to put the temper tantrums to the quiet corner.
HUSH! That’s enough, said the ruler, no suckas allowed to break bread or asunder-- ♪
The bass drops and at the top of the ramp, the hulking form of Levi Tsingine appears.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED FORTY SEVEN POUNDS, HE IS LEVI TSINGINE!!!!
Tsingine makes his way to the ring and steps through the ropes, glaring down his opponent. Neither man will break the stare, and as the bell rings, Tsingine explodes into action! He charges toward Jones and the Insanity swings a huge right hand at him-- but Tsingine isn’t there! He ducks backward almost immediately, and circles around him! Tsingine charges Jones again from behind, but Jones throws an elbow-- nothing but air! Tsingine dodges to the right, and backs off once again! Jones lets out a grunt of frustration, clearly not expecting so large an opponent to be so quick!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Looks like the Tsingine is looking to wear Jones out tonight!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
We don’t have that kind of time, Gia! He’s like a methed-up squirrel!
Tsingine circles Jones, and Jones has a fierce look in his eye! Tsingine charges in again, but he throws a kick to Jones’s knee! But before he can capitalize, he nearly has his head removed from his shoulders with a kneeling clothesline! Tsingine spins over, landing on his face, and Jones steps back up to standing! Jones grabs his opponent by the head, holding with both hands, and absolutely crushes Tsingine with a massive headbutt! Tsingine drops to the mat! Jones puts a foot on his throat, pulling on the top rope for leverage! Tsingine is kicking his legs, and the referee starts the five count, trying to push Jones off! He steps off his opponent’s throat, and turns to the referee with hate in his eyes!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Jones should really consider not going down this route! The ref won’t put up with that bullshit!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Well, from what I understand, he’s the ref who drew the short straw to get in the ring with Jones!
Jones turns away from the referee, but Tsingine rolls under the bottom rope, and springboards back into the ring with a missile dropkick square to the face of his opponent! Jones staggers, but it isn’t enough to topple him completely! Tsingine swings around Jones with a floatover neckbreaker and puts the shorter man on the mat! Jones is up quicker than one would expect and before Tsingine can capitalize, Jones catches him in a bearhug, trying to crush the life out of him!
Tsingine all but roars and shakes his head in defiance! The referee is there, but Jones lifts Tsingine onto his shoulder, and charges into the turnbuckle! Tsingine hits HARD and half stumbles to the mat! Jones gets a pair of hands around him, and deadlifts him up into a buckle bomb, further pounding away at his back! Tsingine is down once again and Jones steps over him, wrapping a hand around his neck, and pulling him up in a camel clutch! Jones is basically sitting on the back of his opponent and absolutely wrenching his face up!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Forget traction, Gia! Jones is gonna paralyze him!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Jones is absolutely brutal in his attack on the back of Levi Tsingine!
But Tsingine isn’t new to the squared circle and after a couple of seconds to drive the pain away, he reaches out, grabbing the bottom rope! The referee is calling for Jones to release, and Jones uses up almost the entire five-count pulling tighter on Tsingine’s back! Half the crowd in attendance is celebrating Jones’ brutality and Jones puts a hand on the back of Tsingine’s head-- no! Jawbreaker from the entrant from the Navajo Nation! Jones stumbles backward, and Tsingine uses up his energy, coming off the ropes with a nasty spinning wheel kick to Jones’ head! Jones topples to the mat next to Tsingine, but Tsingine can’t move, either! Both men are on the mat, and the ten count starts!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
I can’t imagine either of these men is going to let this match end in a draw!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Me neither! These two have two wins a piece now in the Shogun tournament and they’re looking to be handed their first loss!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Well, you can’t get very much further if you’re in the hospital, Gia, so let’s not look too far into that crystal ball.
Jones is stirring and he hooks an arm over the bottom rope! Tsingine is also getting his bearings, pushing himself to his knees-- but Jones is back up, and he drives a knee into Tsingine’s back! Tsingine is flat on the canvas and Jones gives a small smile, and as Tsingine starts to push to his knees again Jones crunches his head under his boot with a curb stomp! Tsingine is rocked! Jones goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO--kickout by Tsingine!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Unbelievable! Levi Tsingine has taken a huge amount of punishment in this match, but he kicks out after a curb stomp!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
The methed-up Squirrel known as Jones is beyond pissed!
Jones is absolutely enraged! Jones gets in the referee's face! He gets back into Jones’s face, holding up two fingers! Jones puts three back in his face! Tsingine is starting to get to his feet, although he seems obviously pissed off! He turns around to see Jones, and Jones turns-- right into a big boot to the head! Jones still doesn’t fall! Tsingine hits with number two! Jones is still on his feet, but barely! Finally, Tsingine flies off the middle rope with the Iron Nail! He slams Jones to the mat, shaking the entire ring! Tsingine lets go, only to make the cover, but it looks like Jones is just out!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! The kickout’s just a hair too late!
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Here is your winner...LEVI TSINGINE!
WINNER: LEVI TSINGINE
As we open, we come upon "The Unstoppable Killing Machine" Phantom prepping for his upcoming Shogun match against "Mad Dog" Mark Wright with Gary Black.
THE SOULLESS KING | GARY BLACK
You got this, Phantom. Just keep demolishing the nonbelievers and the doubters of not only your power and skill but of The Order of The Soulless as a whole.
Phantom just smiles devilishly and continues punching a way at Gary's hands. Then an orderly comes up to them.
ORDERLY
Five minutes, Phantom. Finish whatever prep you need or want before your match.
Phantom looks at the orderly and just nods.
THE UNSTOPPABLE KILLING MACHINE | PHANTOM
Mad Dog, you are just another victim for me and my Satan's Spike or The Blood of The Soulless. You are just another attempted roadblock to try and stop this MONSTER from demolishing everything and showing why I AM NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH!
Then he steps up towards the camera to show he ain't playing.
THE UNSTOPPABLE KILLING MACHINE | PHANTOM
And everyone else that I haven't faced yet such as Aaron Jones, Travis Levitt, Abby Evans and whomever else is left for me to cause harm too, your on the KILL List as well. Prepare for an UNSTOPPABLE KILLING MACHINE coming for your MOTHERFUCKING soul!
Then the opening chorus of Phantom's theme song, "This Hell" by We Are The Flesh can be heard...
♪ This is where it starts
This is where it hurts
This is where it gets worse
Told you this would never work
This is where it hides
This is where it lives
This is where the pain splits
Yes you gonna die from this cus this is where depression hits
This is where it starts
This is where it hurts
This is where it gets worse
Told you this would never work
This is where it hides
This is where it lives
This is where the pain splits
Yes you gonna die from this cus this is where depression hits ♪
Then Phantom motions to Gary that it's time for the pain to begin as Gary nods as Phantom walks to the entryway and begins to hype himself up as the scene fades to black as we hear the roar of the crowd and the sound of his music coming into full effect.
[DING! DING! DING!]
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following contest in this Shogun Tournament is scheduled for One Fall. Introducing first, representing Russia, being led to the ring by our wonderful Orderlies...
As The Orderlies escort Phantom to the ring in a locked straight-jacket. Moving as he's trying to escape, The Orderlies push him towards the ring until he reaches the ringside area.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Standing Seven feet and weighing Three Hundred and Forty-Five pounds, he is The Unstoppable Killing Machine...he is PHANTOM!!
As the chains are removed, he grabs his head and lets out a scream of "DESTROY" before stepping on the apron and then over the rope. As the music fades, Phantom begins to pace and his opponent is introduced.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his opponent representing The Appalachian Hills...
"Losing Your Mind" blares through the loudspeaker as Orderlies walk ahead of Mark. Stepping out with a can of beer in his hand, Mark chugs the beer as he walks to the ring. Tossing an empty can aside, he opens another can and chugs it before stepping on the apron. He quickly finishes that beer and smashes the empty can on his forehead before entering the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
He is MAD DOG...MARK WRIGHT!!
Taking off his jacket, he throws it down before stepping through the ropes and Phantom steps forward. The referee quickly gets between them as they're staring down each other.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Oh man you can feel the tension.
The referee calls for the bell [DING! DING! DING!] and Phantom quickly extends his arm and chokes Mark. Pushing him backwards, Mark pokes the eye of Phantom and starts biting Phantom's hand before a kick to the knee takes Phantom down to a knee. Trying to grab Mark with his other hand, Phantom ends up shoving Mark backwards and he falls to the mat. Rolling outside the ring, Mark grabs at his throat.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Mark just had a brush with the Satan's Spike.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
It would've been over quick if he did but guess you can't count the dog out of this fight.
Looking angered, Mark climbs on the apron. Phantom grabs Mark by the throat with both hands and lifts him over the top rope and into the ring.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Those hands are going to crush his throat.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
He won't be able to bark then. Damn yapping dog.
Phantom lowers Mark to his feet then picks him back up for a chokeslam. Mark tries to break free but Phantom lets go and pops him with a forearm shot that racks his jaw. Snapping his head backwards, Phantom grabs Mark again and lifts him off his feet while stepping forward. Phantom leans back and sends Mark behind him.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Whoa! What a Belly-to-Belly suplex by the giant tree.
Still on his feet, Phantom turns around and sees Mark backing into the corner. Phantom goes for a corner splash or clothesline but Mark moves and Phantom crashes into the turnbuckle. Mark quickly begins putting the boots to him and Phantom turns around.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
His back is in the corner and Mark is like a mad dog just not letting up.
The referee steps in and as he's looking up at Mark to get him out of the corner, Phantom low blows him and Mark falls backwards on the mat.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Oh hell! Mark won't be having puppies after that.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
What the hell with all the dog references tonight?
Phantom grins as he slowly walks over to Mark and he bends down to pick him up but Mark kicks at Phantom's arm. Shaking off the attack is Phantom who quickly kicks Mark in the face with his boot. Again Phantom reaches for Mark's arm but Mark again kicks the same arm. Phantom is getting angry and puts the boot to his face again. He glances back and runs at the rope. Coming off, he drops and delivers a big leg drop.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Ow, that's going to leave a stain.
Phantom gets to his feet as Mark lays there. Taking a breather, Phantom reaches down again but Mark was playing possum as he again kicks the arm. Phantom felt that as the kick was obviously in the same spot and turns around to attend his arm. Mark slowly gets to his feet and sees an opening. Mark grabs Phantom by the arm and yanks hard pulling him in and delivers a hard Mountaineer Lariat that obviously had to pop Phantom's arm out of socket, but Mark quickly pulls him close and catches Phantom...
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
WRIGHT WAY! WRIGHT WAY!
Mark hits a vicious RKO and the referee slides into position as Mark covers Phantom.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
He shoots the half and hooks the leg. There's ONE--
TWO!
THREE!
The referee calls for the bell [DING! DING! DING!] as Mark lets go of the pant leg that falls limp. Helping Mark to his feet, the referee raises his hand as "Losing Your Mind" blares through the building.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Here is your winner....MAD DOG...MARK WRIGHT!!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
How did he do it? Mark was a dead man.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
What a deserved win for Mad Dog Mark Wright tonight. Hey, Orderlies, you might need some smelling salts because Phantom isn't moving.
Sometime between then and now...
Rolling over the flint striker of a Zippo lighter, a thumb disappears behind it. A hand raises the light as a dark silhouette steps onto creaking steps somewhere in Soho, New York. From inside, the faint flame light dances off the walls, the figure enters with undistinguishable features among the shadows. A dream state like make-believe feeling deepens an already tense ambiance as step by step the flame reveals another dusty floorboard, untouched for however long blood strained cringes, and molding crown molding around the edges of the walls.
Splashing from a small tin in a spiraling motion, some accelerant; sure to leave another location charred like the torment lingering between two equally as tortured souls. A fade to the montage of V challenging the burning of his rehabilitated gym by the Outsider, instead suggesting his childhood home would have been more of a devastating blow. The can is tossed as the screen fades back to the present. From a corner down the hallway leading to the kitchen, V's face illuminates with a stern "I got you" expression. His fists clench, rising to his feet behind the pyromaniac trying to burn down his career, and the memories of his journey to get there. His eyes roll in pure rage, he steps toward the figure, who turns toward him after falling into his perfect challenge set up. A shoulder fling, and a face opposing his. Centered in the hall just under an old hole where moonlight leaks through as the only source of light not from a flame. Gasp. Tension. Flesh and blood. Nikki Caldwell. Quivering lips unsure how to proceed finally murmur...
THE NAMELESS | V
Sis??
V hesitates and staggers devastated, then swallows hard realizing the deception used previously by the Outsider. He decides to chance it lunging forward. The face boils over from Nikki's to a bubbling mess of transformation, whispering "vámonos" before vanishing completely. V stumbles, flailing now puzzled. His phone begins to buzz, ringing to the jingle of Nothing More by Christ Copyright. He presses the side button, a blinding picture in the emptied-out darkness. The caller ID reads "Nikki Caldwell," he answers it.
THE NAMELESS | V
Hey, were you just here? WERE YOU?? DON'T LIE TO ME!
A deep chuckle from behind the camera accompanies a slow pan out from over V's head still trying to seek the truth from his sister's call. Out the hole above the hallway toward the moonlight, the shot elevates then pivots to the roof- the shingles drenched in the same accelerant, burning in a pattern- which simply reads...
ᒍᑌᔕT ᗷᒪEEᗪ
The feed returns to the Sanatorium arena, fans and the announce team looking concerned.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
What the...
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Hell? Mind games- well, he did kind of ask for Reno to burn his house down.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
I'm not sure that was literal, Hel. V seemingly susceptible to Outsider's ploys, which is odd considering he is usually the one delivering them. Few have tried pre-match strategy and succeeded against V... will it just make him angry?
Lights dim in the arena, V walks out of the curtain, waving off his entrance music, still steaming in unadulterated anger. His eyes glare as the bottom scroll pops on the screen explaining that firefighters were not able to save his childhood home after the accelerator message dripped down to the spiraling fluid inside the house.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
AND NOOOOWWW THE MAIIIINNNNN EVENNNTTTTTTTTTT! FIRSSTTTT, FROM SOHO, NEW YORK-
V scowls at Zane who stops speaking.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
You're telling me this fucking guy burned down his gym and his house after he dared him into a trap?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
It clearly backfired... no pun intended... and I'm not telling you anything, but factually, yes- correct.
Hel's face droops imagining how V must be feeling, she looks back up at his veins bulging out of his forehead as he enters the ropes, pushing the ref away. V motions to the production Manager at ringside to get Reno's entrance done now. The Production guy gives the quick wheel hand gesture to Zane.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
ANNNNND HISOPPONENTOUTOFLASVEGASTHERADICALGABERENOOOOOO!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Okay, I actually prefer that delivery.
Hooded, the figure peaks out of the curtain nose first. Everyone braces for his mutating facial appearance, but instead are greeted with the Radical's normal face and entrance attire.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
This guy is a fucking triiiiip. Now his face is back to normal? HOW!?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Another mind game from Outsider. You have to wonder when enough is enough, V already is pretty pissed- OH MY GOD HE IS RUNNING DOWN THE RAMP, HERE WE GO!
Reno puts up his hands in protest as V tackles him with a football spear tackle, pummeling him with repeated fists to the face in a blind rage. The referee shrugs not knowing how to contain V as Orderlies rush in, then get called back.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Good call by the Warden. These two have to work this out.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
I have just been passed a note by production from our Warden, No Holds Barred rules are now underway, technically this match hasn't even started yet. Who knows how far these two mind fucks are willing to push each other to mind fuck the other one. We are about to find out!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
I hope you guys brought splatter shields.
Zane hides behind Gia's chair. The bell officially rings. In the entranceway, V has figured out that Reno's old face is simply a mask, he rips it off as blood flies upward. The mood in the arena turns to horror with the Outsider's legs twitching, convulsing, then going limp. V roars like a lion during a kill continuing to murderously brutalize his opponent.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Outsider took it too far, and we are all witnessing the result. He may be done for good this time.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
You respect the creativity in his methods, but when you play with fire you usually get burned and no one has a bigger flame burning inside them from trauma around here than V. Outsider just looks totally dead in this match, and maybe at all. Please turn the channel if you are squeamish. This is not something for you kids to see, which goes without saying as the people are filing out now...
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
WAIT! GIA! LOOOOOK!
V's adrenaline starts to fade, his eyes squint at what's left of the draining hooded masked Reno is left. His pupils dilate, V spider walks backward in shock looking totally transfixed. The cameraman runs up as a content disclaimer appears on the screen. The referee runs up checking on V but with his hands tied due to the rules change.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
IS IT!? IT ISSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
It's the Chauffeur! RENO'S SOHO CHAUFFEUR HAS BEEN BRUTALIZED IN A RENO MASK AT THE ENTRANCE!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
THEN WHERE THE FUCK IS GABE!?
The referee's face begins to bubble. V keeps spider-ing backward on all fours quickly completely unsure of what to do after expending all his energy to beat Reno to a pulp already. The referee begins pulling dead temporary skin from his face and flicking it toward V who narrowly avoids piece by piece, he turns and hops onto the apron into the ring. The real referee pops out of the entrance as Orderlies finishing removing the duct tape from his head, and ties from his hands and feet.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
IS ANYTHING REAL???!!!!?
Reno slides in dripping blood onto the mat profusely with a sickening smirk staring back at V.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
RENO WAS THE REF THIS ENTIRE TIME! V got in and pushed him out of the way to get Reno to the ring, and he was standing next to him after stealing the referee's facial features! The ref was tied up in the back!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
It appears that is the case, Reno watched as his loyal Chauffeur who helped him get the gym address in Soho was beaten to a bloody pulp. He came out here in an old Reno mask, and since the guy can change appearances, we all figured he was just doing it again! Gabe Reno appears to be gone for good, and this sick demented Outsider is all that remains...
Reno pulls out the shiv he used on the club owner. V breathes heavy, using the ropes behind him to get upright. Fury fueled by betrayal and pain on V's face meets Reno's deformed delightful bloodlust in the middle of the ring. Their shoulders both heaving from the adrenaline, each examining the other with sideways opposing head gawks.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
What a sight! The two inmates who deserve to be here the most, clearly, examining their comprehension of the other's motives as the Infirmary folks wheel out the imposter Chauffeur at the entryway.
The demented dance of wrestling strikes, shiv thrusts, and counters ensues. Each barely avoiding the other worthy foe going for broke to do far more than win. Each trying to lay claim to the most lethal bad ass in Sanatorium. V back hand blocks the shiv stab by Reno. Gabe pulls back with a slice that V just backs away from with a powerful leap.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
The personal vitriol in this match could be the most we have ever seen in the Asylum, and friends, that is saying A LOTTTTTT. This is hardcore hate, diabolical intention, and a psychotic need to finish the job on both ends.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Hard to argue with either point...
V and Reno circle each other like a mixed martial arts feel out, V nails a right jab on the barely recognizable chin of the Outsider. Gabe recoils as V lunges with a loud roar, jab, jab, uppercut, Reno flies into the turnbuckle holding his fleshless face. V hesitates, then delivers a skull crushing boot high kick, with Gabe ducking out of the corner as her uses the shiv to swipe the inside of V's left booting thigh. V moans in pain, then turns around just as fiercely with another jab, jab, jab, back fist combination thrusting Reno into the opposing corner. Noticeably growling from the depths of his torment, V charges again with a pointed elbow, connecting with Reno's head as he tried to slide away again. Desperate the Outsider uses the shiv with a defensive forearm to keep V at bay.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
So much more than wrestling going on here, this is survival at the highest peak, G.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
What trips me out even beyond this is how the Chauffeur was willing to sacrifice himself for his delusional leader. Gabe has gone from top contender in the Asylum Tournament, to expelled defaced cheater, to complete criminal mastermind.
Reno cowers backing around the ring, the ref seemingly has no desire to help him after being incapacitated by him.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
What a transition. We didn't see him for months, meanwhile V was ascending in that tournament, beating our new Underground Champion Kiki, who ironically defeated his paramour Sin who has been undefeated literally FOREVVVER.
Renewed, V wipes the sweat from his forehead, then kicks the shiv out of the retreating Reno's hand.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
There goes the weapon! V did win the contendership by defeating Kiki in the finale, but has to face his own sister for the Asylum belt. Nikki has since become a member of Dystopia among the Ashes of Wake, and Outsider used his pre-defaced obsession with beating Caldwell to twist and pry at her brother V- and here we are as a result.
V moves in for the finish as Reno pulls a second shiv from his boot playing possum to play off kneeling to retrieve it.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Don't we pat these guys down!?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
He was the ref that does it! Clearly each time V tries to assert, Outsider has a plan in place to counter.
Reno stabs V in the hip, then delivers a judo kick to the head dropping him to his knees. V moans loudly trying to remove the embedded hip knife, Reno yells in a raspy whisper "ᒍᑌᔕT ᗷᒪEEᗪ!"
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
The top contender on Sanatorium is reeling!
V gathers his cognitive faculties, screaming "YOU FIRST" pulling the shiv from his hip and short arm knife throwing it into Reno's shoulder. Gabe crumbles to the ground, his momentum causing his to roll out of the ring onto the mat below. V rises to his feet laboring from his injuries a bit, peering over the ropes ready to confront Reno. But he has vanished. V rolls out of the right side and carefully examines the area, creeping up to the ring apron and pulling the Asylum curtain up ready for war. Gabe is nowhere under the ring.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Abracadabra!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
AGAIN!? WHERE IS HE? IS THIS GUY A MAGICIAN?! BLACK MAGIC?
The familiar face V had when Gabe disappeared with Nikki's face in his childhood home returns, the déjà vu disorients him for a moment as a bloody face peeks up over the fan barrier behind him, bloody fingertips appear one by one, Reno springboards with a missile dropkick propelling V face-first into the bare ring post.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
This guy and the constant misdirection tactics...
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
He is using V's aggressive nature against him after provoking it to begin with!
V shakes off the blow now on all fours, his hip area glossy as the blood seeps through his clothes. Gabe walks over hunched with the shiv still sticking out of his shoulder. Bouncing with each step causing everyone to wince in the arena every time he takes a step.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
OHHHH GAAHHH, PULL IT OUT YOU PSYCHO!
He grabs V by the hair, positioning him while pulling the mat up to expose the hard unforgiving concrete beneath.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
A person who doesn't care he has a knife in him has got to get in your head a bit.
Reno picks up V but he slides out delivering a vicious eye rake to the only part of Gabe's face left to aim for. V grabs Gabe carrying him into a fireman's reverse sit-out piledriver on the exposed concrete. The ref runs out instructing V that No Holds Barred does not mean Falls Count Anywhere. V shoves him away.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
REXALL BY V ON THE CONCRETE, OUTSIDER IS LITERALLY OUT ON THE OUTSIDE!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Nothing surprises me about these two after all we've seen. These men are pushing themselves beyond any normal match concept to cause the other more pain and suffering... at this point, I have to wonder, what won't they do in order to accomplish that sick goal?
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Two great competitors will surely be just one when this is over if not zero the way this is progressing Van Zant.
With complete disregard for how to win the match, V flips the limp Reno over, applying a ruthless reverse Texas Cloverleaf. Reno stirs in pain for a moment then passes out still concussed from the concrete mixer.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Doesn't do him any good out there, but a Gorilla Clutch bends Gabe in two. He is not even awake to feel it.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
I don't think V really gives a shit.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Who can blame him?
The referee sighs totally useless to correct the behavior to get the match in the ring to end it. V finally breaks the Gorilla Clutch, his eyes maniacally searching his own knowledge for his next execution method.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
You wanted it, Gabe, you got it.
The lights dim to red in the arena. Chuckling is heard in V's head as his spins holding his temples hearing his mother's voice. Everyone looks on as no one else hears it, and no one else sees the red lighting.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
V has Reno down but seems to have no desire to finish this in the ring at the referee's urging, and now he is spinning holding his head like some sort of mental patient.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
I mean...
His mother's whispers ask him to boil her another spoonful, he yells no as the red lighting in his head appears physically on his face. In his delusion, he sees Reno's limp body as her reaching out for him. He consoles her begging her not to take another dose. His torment furthers as his eyes begin to come back to reality seeing Reno's bloody face and confusing it as his mother overdosing from a distant trauma deep within his Soho past.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Oh no, V... what is going on in that head of his?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
V has not seemed right since Reno burned down his childhood home, and not is caressing Reno's melted face saying something about his mother, who from what we understand was the source of most of his tough past.
The motions stroking Gabe begin to jar him back to consciousness. His eyes flicker, then a smirk.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
OUTSIDER IS AWAKE! V, HE IS AWAKE! IT'S NOT YOUR MOTHER!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
The shiv V kicked out of his hand out of the ring earlier is within reach for either man, but V doesn't even know where he is right now MODANI!
Reno plays along kissing V's forehead as tear stream down his cheek relieved that his mother didn't overdose this time. With his left hand he embraced V's head still sitting on the bare concrete, with his right his fingers crawl over to the shiv, quickly grasping it, then firing it toward the back of V's head. V catches his hand. His eyes come back to normal, as his own ploy to counter Reno's finally pays off.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
HE WAS PLAYING THE GAME! HE FINALLY GOT OUT IN FRONT OF OUTSIDER'S TACTICS!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Takes one to know one, I guess- V is pulling the pleading Gabe up by the hair, digging into his arm causing the shiv to drop back onto the exposed mat area. V grins wide at Reno, slamming his head into the apron, then rolling him back into the ring.
Gabe scurries toward the ropes in every direction hilariously, then circles back meeting the blood-splattered boots of V. He gazes up slowly with tense anticipation. V holds out his hand, wagging his finger at the Radical.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
KNOCK HIS CREEPY BLOCK OFF!
The ring canvas rips open behind the impending violent V as two hands emerge to pull up the rest of themselves from below the ring. Nikki Caldwell stands behind V.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Noooo! HE has him! NIKKI! NOOOOOO!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
The Asylum Champion just came out from below the canvas, standing behind her unaware brother, the number one contender to her title, her own flesh and bloooooood!
A single tear drop rolls down her nose clearly conflicted by what she has to do next. Reno smirks pawing at V's boot, V senses someone behind him, his eyebrows raise realizing it's too late. Caldwell lifts her older sibling, then delivers a vicious snap mare driver, crippling him in the middle of the ring. She looks down in shame with a silent resolve accompanying it.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
I OF THE STORM, IT'S NO DQ, NO HOLDS BARRED, HE IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
The referee backs her into the corner as the opportunistic Reno scurries to the corner using all of his energy to limp up the turnbuckle, nearly falling off hurt and reeling, but gaining just enough mite to splash his Rated R front flip leg drop, he collapsing totally spent onto the lifeless V as Nikki watches still standing in the ring. She whispers a part of her popular theme "tell me you'll bleed with me." The ref drops down shaking his head that he has to do this to get paid.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
V IS OUT HERE! RENO IS ON TOP OF HIM!
ONE!...
TWO!...
THRE...
E...
...??
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
HE GOT A SHOULDER UP OUT OF PURE INSTINCT! TAKE THAT YOU DIRTY AMAZONIAN BITCH!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
HHOOOOWWWW IS EITHER STILL ALIVE!! MUCH LESS STILL IN THIS MATCH?
Nikki drops down now being the one spider-ing backward into the bottom turnbuckle. V's moans loudly, throwing his body weight to one side, then clawing toward his baby sister with pain in his damaged soul.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
This is the craziest damn thing I've ever seen.
Nikki's expression is like a child in trouble as she begs her brother not to be mad at her, proclaiming her title is best in her hands, and that way it remains in the family. He groans as her typical selfish sisterly bullshit. He begins to use the bottom rope to pull himself up, Reno does the same on the other side completely exhausted. The ref is looking back and forth wondering what else could possibly happen to end this bout.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
V and Nikki stare at each other with watery eyes for opposing reasons. What was she thinking, is the title worth FAMILY?
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
When she paired with Havoc and the Ashes of Wake something seemed different for our Queen. She has become an enigma for Sanatorium as she has left for Dystopia while still holding the belt she refuses to let go of. V sees how selfish it is, and after all Outsider has put him through, she picks now as he had the edge to betray him?!
Nikki backs out of the ropes and down to the floor, her hand over her chest, before running to the back. V turns looking at Reno's face. He flips him off just as Gabe backhand slaps him. V rages forward as he falls face first into a drop toe hold that morphs into a STFU. V struggles as the emotional toll finally bears its burden, the struggle slowly moment by moment fading, he passes out. The ref raises his arm three times, and calls for the bell. Reno rolls off chuckling in his raspy distorted voice.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
GABE RENO FINALLY WORE HIM DOWN WITH HELP FROM THE ASYLUM CHAMPION!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
The Outsider has defeated V after the most fucked match in Sanatorium history!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
What does the future hold for the match between V and Nikki NOWWWW??
WINNER: GABE RENO
Preshow: Gothica Skylight versus Zach
Writer: Order
Preshow: Owen Swift versus John Blade
Writer: Order
Match One: Christy Winters versus Sarah Lynn
Writer: Mad Dog
Match Two: Hugh Merus versus Chucky Ross
Writer: doombringer
Match Three: Mike Lavicle versus Jonathan Edwards
Writer: mad dog
Match Four: Elijah Copeland (China) versus Travis Levitt (Australia)
Writer: Matthews
Match Five: Tora Nishida (Japan) versus Abby Evans (Romania)
Writer: Matthews
Match Six: Levi Tsingine (Navajo Nation) versus Aaron Jones (Malta)
Writer: doombringer
Match Seven: Mad Dog (Appalachia) versus Phantom (Russia)
Writer: Blake Anderson
Main Event: Outsider versus V
Writer: Dr. Sly