Onslaught #1Warhammer Wrestling Inc introduces it's main brand to the English fans and remains at Belgarath Tower to try to discover who bombed the wrestling ring. It is expected to be a sell out crowd with all of the buzz about the last show being "bombed out". Will the foul villain be caught? Or was this all just a stunt to gain publicity?

Opening

The lights in the Belgareth Tower arena go out and the JumboTron flickers to life to show a video for "Onslaught" by Cenob1te. As the song plays, spotlights shift through the arena to show the excited crowd as they wait for the start of the show. A few signs are revealed for the many stars of the WWI and as the song closes, the lights in the arena come back on and we go to the Commentary Desk where Matthew Empson and Neil Dizon sit.

Empson: "Hello and welcome to the first episode of Warhammer Wrestling Incorporated's Onslaught! We have a doozy of a show tonight as the Round Robin Tournament for the World Championship continues. We are closing in on the pay-per-view, Fimbulvetr, that will be happening in Stockholm, Sweden at Valhalla Hall! Who will be the person to come out of this event as the very first World champion? Tune in to find out!"

Dizon: "Are we opening Onslaught or are you doing a sound bite for Fimbulvetr? Sheesh!"

Empson: "Just doing my job, Neil. Or would you rather complain about it until you get replaced by Erica Kelly and have to be junior interviewer?"

Dizon: "Well since Rose is missing? I would get to work with Jane Coughlin for a bit and wow! That's some dynamite!"

Empson: "Whatever...I-"

"The Imperial March" by Metallica begins as Allen Anderson walks out from the back to the stage while leaning heavily on a silver skull topped wooden cane. He smiles at the booing crowd and waits for their noise to die down before speaking.

Anderson: "Now while this tournament is progressing and out first Enemy Territory champion is making his first round at the nGw, just remember that even if you don't make it to the final round? If you have done well in the tournament? You will be considered for a different title shot. So even if you had lost before, do not give up hope! You will still have a chance for glory at Fimbulvetr! I also want you all to start considering now. We will not have the tag team championship of the normal federation. We will have a Trios title and it will always be tornado rules in effect, though mind while it is similar to Luchador fame? It is not the same. It will still only be one fall. Start thinking about now who you would like to see in your team of trios for a chance at that gold. The first two to four teams that step up to the plate will be booked in that match!"

"The Imperial March" by Metallica begins again as Anderson makes his way to the back.

Empson: "You heard it here, folks! The first two to four trios teams that step up to the plate will get a chance at the Trios title here in WWI! Things are really heating up here!"

Dizon: "And Stephen Theobald is in the ring and ready to announce the first slaughter of the evening!"

Empson: "That sounds harsh. I mean...it may not be a slaughter. It could be a great match!"

Dizon: "Right. I just don't think so."

Group A Match One

Theobald: "This next match is scheduled for one fall. Featuring first the challenger at two hundred and thirty-nine pounds...Hunter Valentyne!"

Hunter Valentyne walks in silence to the ring without theme music, though the crowd has taken up a Gregorian Monk Chant as he makes his way to the ring.

Empson: "I heard that despite making waves here on his way to becoming the first WWI World Champion? Hunter has broken his contract and is leaving for another place after tonight."

Dizon: "Good riddance. I hate monks. I never liked the show either."

Theobald: "And his opponent, weighing in at one hundred and fifty-five pounds...Alexis Blake!"

"Hero" by Skillet begins as Alexis Blake begins running down to the ring to a mild pop from the crowd.

Empson: "Alexis is a bright young star with lots of energy and pep in her step. I can only hope it isn't ruined by having to face two of the toughest in the business two weeks in a row. She drew the absolute wrong group to be in for this tournament."

Dizon: "I just hope that Hunter doesn't ruin the boobs on his way out. I mean...do you see that well tonned body? If only we had something like a hot valet championship. Then Alexis Blake would be out a skeaze like Erica Kelly anyday!"

Hunter begins the match by shaking the hand of Alexis and tells her that it's been a pleasure wrestling with her before leaning in and whispering something. When they break apart? Alexis points to the commentary table in a blind panic.

Blake: "BOMB UNDER THE TABLE!"

The ref jumps down to look under the table.

Empson: "Not again. I'm not looking!"

Dizon: "Oh crap...I knew I should have gone to Penance and let Erica take this gig..."

Hunter reaches into his trunks with a grin while Alexis looks on in confusion. It becomes clear when Hunter turns for a moment and slips on a pair of brass knuckles before clocking Alexis in the temple with them. He puts them away and makes the pinfall cover as the ref comes back while shaking his head.

Empson: "Oh thank God...false alarm!"

Dizon: "I need a fresh pair of pants down here!"

The ref sees the pinfall and gets into position to make the count.

One..Two...Three!

Empson: "So Hunter fed Alexis lies in order to distract the ref long enough for him to use an object to put her out with ease so he didn't have to expend any effort in this match! Disgusting!"

Dizon: "I kind of like it. Too bad he's leaving. Can I get another pair of pants down here? Service?"

The crowd boos Hunter Valentyne as he leaves the ring for the last time. Alexis Blake starts to stir and slams her fists into the mat while screaming in anger.

Group A Match Two

Stephen Theobald: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is set for one fall and is a World Title Tournament Round Robin Match! Introducing first, standing 6 feet, 5 inches tall and weighing in at 248lbs. JOEYLIGHTS!!

Painkiller by Judas Priest plays over the PA as Joeylights makes his way to the ring and climbs in.

Matthew Empson: Here we go for this Group B matchup. I think this might be harder for Valora than people would think. Joeylights is a full foot taller and outweighs Valora by about 100lbs.

Neil Dizon: Dude.. have you MET Valora? She loves matches like this!

Stephen Theobald: And introducing his opponent, hailing from Los, Angeles, California. She stands 5 feet, 5 inches tall and weighs in at 145lbs. She is the Hardcore Icon, VALORA SALINAS!!!

Prayer by Disturbed plays over the PA and Valora makes her way out to some boos from the crowd. Valora stops and looks around at the crowd before flipping them off, increasing the boos. She then points to Joeylights in the ring and drags her thumb across her throat as she bolts towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and comes to her feet, walking over to stand toe to toe with Joeylights.

Matthew Empson: Look at this, Neil! Joeylights is a foot taller! Outweighs her by 103lbs! WWI is the only fed that would allow a fight like this!

Neil Dizon: Watch. Just watch. My girl Valora is gonna come out on top.

Theobald leaves the ring and the bell rings. Valora smirks and runs her mouth a bit. Joeylights takes a big punch but Valora ducks, ducking and weaving around the follow up punches before darting to the ropes and charging Joeylights, sliding under him with a baseball slide and coming to her feet behind him, nailing a dropkick to the back of the knee bringing the man down to a knee. Valora moves around to the front of Joeylights and brings him down with a snap mare. She rebounds off the ropes and kicks him in the spine. She then rebounds off the ropes again and flips over him, landing in a sitting position and hitting a jawbreaker. She hops to her feet and rebounds off the ropes once more and nails him with a dropkick to the face bringing him to the mat.

Matthew Empson: Valora is getting untracked early and starting to build up some momentum here!

Neil Dizon: Told you man.

Valora steps through the ropes and jumps onto and off of the ropes and tries for a 450 splash but Joeylights gets the knees up and Valora rolls off, writhing in pain as Joeylights gets to his feet and nails Valora with a clothesline as she gets up, knocking her inside out and sending her to the mat, where Joeylights follows up with a elbow drop.

Matthew Empson: And now the size and power game begins to come into play. Valora was good as long as she kept the speed up. But now, can she fight back after taking a few big shots?

Neil Dizon: Dude. The chick started a bar room brawl to prepare for the Battle Royal last week. I think she can handle it.

Joeylights drags Valora to her feet but Valora nails Joeylights with a low blow, grabbing the mans head and hopping up to the turnbuckle, jumping off and planting him with a Tornado DDT. Valora hops up to the turnbuckle and drags her thumb across her throat as she leaps off, nailing Joeylights with her Aztec Moonsault. Going right into the cover, Valora smirks as she picks up the three count and the bell rings.

Stephen Theobald: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner, by pinfall, VALORA!!!

Matthew Empson: Wow! Valora made short work of Joeylights there, but she did need a low blow to set things up..

Neil Dizon: Who cares?! A win is a win, baby!

Conversation with ClawDr. Claw sat in a VIP box. If it was Penance? Allen Anderson would be here if he was present to watch how things were going. That's the way it was presented anyways.

Dr. Claw sat and watched the show, cybernetic miniature claws springing to life from an over-sized clamp where one of his arms used to be absently grabbing at popcorn and tossing them into his mouth. "Where is Rose Johnston?" Dr. Claw looks and sees Allen Anderson walk into the VIP box and sit down next to him. Dr. Claw: "Why how nice to see you too, sir! Why Rose did an interview with me and then she left! Don't tell me another talent of your's abandoned you?" Anderson slams his fist down onto the table. Anderson: "Don't play me for a fool, Johnathan Mills! I know what you're up to in Canada so don't think you can just sit there and blow smoke up my ass. Where is my lead interviewer?!" Dr. Claw: "Have you checked the strip clubs? I hear there are some good ones in Nova Scotia. Or maybe have to checked into the locker room of KD Bacchus? He's the type to seduce a woman and keep her away from you." Anderson sets a smart phone down on the table with a text message on it. Anderson: "I can have security here in moments. You don't have any idea what I can have Druscilla do to you?" A small claw shoots out from Dr. Claw's cybernetic arm and shatters the cell phone. Anderson curses, but Dr. Claw responds with laughter. Dr. Claw: "I'm certain that Rose will turn up after the next CLAW pay-per-view. I'm just saying..." Anderson stands up and leans near Dr. Claw's metallic mask. Anderson: "Have her back by next week for Penance. Or I will alert what forces I have control of and tear CLAW apart to find her. Do you understand me?" Before Anderson can move, Dr. Claw's massive clamp is around Anderson's throat. Dr. Claw: "Manners, Mr. Anderson? I can kill you now if you like." Anderson gasps and chokes, but manages to speak as a beeping begins just under his shirt. Anderson: "Security...alert. My life...in danger." Dr. Claw releases Anderson and pulls up his mask with his living hand. Mills: "You have one of those? Crap on a Cracker! It's been a wonderful show, but I have to go now. Later!" Johnathan Mills pulls his mask back down and shoves Anderson to the ground. He rushes out of the

VIP box seconds before two Shocktrooopers run in. Anderson sits on the ground and motions them away. Anderson: "Johnathan Mills as Dr. Claw is in the building you fools! Get him! Detain him! Don't let him escape or you'll all face some dire *beep*ing fates!" The Shocktroopers turn around and rush out while alerting other units to the danger. Druscilla is soon on the scene. Druscilla: "I heard. He is an idiot to come here after taking Rose Johnston. Which way did he turn after leaving the room? Gideon is blocking all exits." Anderson gets to his feet and points to the left with one hand while still holding his throat. Anderson: "He went that way." Druscilla nods with a smirk. Druscilla: "Medics are on their way. I will deal with Mills personally." As of a shadow before a spotlight, Druscilla seems to melt away. Anderson: "Get that little bastard!"

Group B Match One

Stephen Theobald: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is set for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Phoenix Arizona.. he stands 5 feet, 9 inches tall and weighs in at 216lbs.. He is the Enemy, MAXWELL SOLOKE!!!

Deadlihood by Sixx AM plays over the PA as Maxwell Soloke comes out from the back,the Enemy Territory championship draped over his shoulder. He attracts a small, mixed reaction from the crowd and makes his way to the ring and climbs in.

Matthew Empson: And this should be the matchup that decides Group B as we have the newly crowned Enemy Territory Champion Maxwell Soloke taking on Kronin.

Neil Dizon: Yeah, I know you and Theobald are all over Kronins ass.. frankly so is Erica Kelly... but I dont care about her having a crush on him.. it lets me get more time in here. But watch out for Soloke. Hes more than capable of winning this match.

Stephen Theobald: And introducing his opponent, hailing from Berlin, Germany. He stands 6 feet, 6 inches tall and weighs in at 265lbs. He is the German Suplex Machine KRONIN!!

Ich Will by Rammstein plays over the PA and Kronin walks out from the backstage area, getting a few cheers from the crowd as he makes his way to the ring and climbs inside, stretching and preparing for the coming fight.

Matthew Empson: And.. here comes the German born Kronin, a trait he shares with our own Stephen Theobald. It would appear that Kronin is beginning to get some notice with the fans as well.

Neil Dizon: Very small. And Theobald is German? No wonder he doesnt have a sense of humor...

DING!!

DING!!

DING!!

Kronin and Maxwell Soloke come out of their respective corners and waste little time trading blows. Kronin quickly takes the advantage, hammering Soloke with a number of right hands, driving the man into a corner and grabs the man, glancing back before coming out of the corner and tossing Maxwell Soloke halfway across the ring with a big biel toss.

Matthew Empson: Maxwell Soloke tried to match power with Kronin and that.. didnt go so well. Hell want to try something else.

Neil Dizon: Match just started, and my man Max will make adjustments as he goes.

Kronin drags Maxwell Soloke to his feet and plants him with a belly to belly suplex, dragging the man up to his feet and nailing him with a few European Uppercuts, driving him into the corner. Kronin backs up and runs forward, trying for a stinger splash but Maxwell Soloke gets out of the way, jumping up and kicking Kronin in back of the head as Kronin rebounds off the turnbuckle. Soloke follows up by smashing Kronins face into the turnbuckle and then takes the bigger man to the mat with a Russian legsweep.

Matthew Empson: Kronin was building momentum, but Maxwell Soloke has capitalized on the one mistake Kronin made to take control of this match.

Neil Dizon: Told you my boy would rebound.

Max rebounds off the ropes and catches Kronin as he gets up, taking the man down with a neckbreaker. Maxwell Soloke signals to the crowd he has this match over and rebounds off the ropes again, trying for a Shining Wizard but Kronin catches him, getting up and lifting Maxwell Soloke up and slams him to the mat with a powerbomb, lifting him up and hitting a second powerbomb, roaring as he lifts Maxwell once more and walks to the middle of the ring and plants Maxwell Soloke with a sit-out

powerbomb, going right into the cover..

1...

2...

Maxwell Soloke kicks out!

Matthew Empson: That was Amazing!! Kronin put on one hell of a display of power there but it wasnt enough! Maxwell Soloke kicked out!

Neil Dizon: I want that German bastard tested for Steroids!!

Kronin drags Maxwell Soloke to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Kronin then tries for a clothesline but Soloke ducks and hits the opposite ropes and tries for a clothesline, Kronin counters with a hip toss and Maxwell counters with an armdrag bringing both men to the mat and up quickly to face each other. Kronin gets a thoughtful expression on his face and nods a bit as the two men circle each other..

Matthew Empson: Maxwell Soloke and Kronin both realize that one of them will be winning Group B and they have a lot of mutual respect for each other and that last exchange between the two clearly shows why.

Neil Dizon: Yeah.. too bad Max went and lost the Enemy Title like a chump.

Matthew Empson: I thought he was Your boy?

Neil Dizon: Hey, everyone slips up now and then, man... Im just sayin my boy needs to focus a bit.

Maxwell Soloke calls for a lock up and Kronin smirks, agreeing and moves to lock up but Maxwell hits him with a knee to the gut and then another one. He then hops back and nails Kronin with a superkick.. bringing Kronin to the mat. Maxwell Soloke wastes no time and goes for the pin...

1...

2..

Kronin kicks out!!

Matthew Empson: Soloke came up with a good idea there, but the superkick wasnt able to put Kronin away!!

Neil Dizon: Awww man! I need to find me someone new to back! Come on, man!

Both Soloke and Kronin get to their feet, Kronin shaking his head a bit. Soloke comes in and tries to kick, but Kronin catches it. Soloke is about to try an Enziguri but Kronin feels it coming and spins the man around 360 degrees and nails him with an uppercut that sends him crashing to the mat. Kronin wastes no time and locks in the Sharpshooter, trying for the submission, causing Maxwell Soloke to cry out as he tries to make it to the ropes. Kronin keeps the hold locked in but eventually, Maxwell makes

it to the ropes and Kronin breaks the hold, pacing around the ring a bit, planning out his next move.

Matthew Empson: Smart move by Kronin, trying for the Sharpshooter. Wear down the legs and the back of Maxwell Soloke and itll be easier for Kronin to get the win, but Soloke knew where he was in the ring and was able to get a rope break.

Neil Dizon: Man, Kronin shoulda kept the hold on! You got 5 seconds to break the hold!

Matthew Empson: Not everyone takes shortcuts like you.

Neil Dizon: Hey! Dont hate me cause Im smarter than you... elitist son of a...

As Kronin comes around, Soloke uses the ropes to help get himself up and charges Kronin, nailing him with a jumping Enziguri, bringing Kronin to a knee. Maxwell Soloke runs and rebounds off the ropes and is caught but Kronin who brings him to the mat with a powerslam. Kronin drags Maxwell Soloke to his feet and sends him into the ropes, catching him as he comes off and plants him with a Blackhole Slam, as the bell rings.

Matthew Empson: Beautiful Disaster! Kronin hits the beautiful disaster and.. what the..why did the bell ring?

Neil Dizon: Interesting fact. Maxwell Soloke has a move called the Beautiful Disaster too. But someone probably screwed up.. here comes Theobald...

Stephen Theobald: Ladies and Gentlemen.. the match has reached the allotted 20 minutes with no winner and is therefore a TIME LIMIT DRAW!!!

Both Kronin and Soloke cant believe it, with both men demanding a restart to the match. The Imperial March by Metallica plays and Allen Anderson walks out.

Allen Anderson: GENTLEMEN! Im afraid the decision is final. This match is a draw, we will have a rematch to determine the winner of Group B.

Neither man looks happy with the decision as both shake their heads and leave the ring and head to the back.

Matthew Empson: I would have restarted the match. We know these two are going to fight again, why not save the match and get a winner now?

Neil Dizon: Uhh.. because the boss said no?

Group B Match Two

Theobald: "This next match is scheduled for one fall. Featuring first-"

"Gone Sovereign" by Stone Sour begins as Devin Stone walks out from the back to the boos of the crowd. He makes his way to the ring with an arrogant smile before taking the mic from Stephen Theobald.

Stone: "It looks like that Timothy Hunt has decided to leave the arena rather than face me in the ring. After being stomped by Kronin? He didn't want to know about the stuff that I would do to him so he bailed. I win. Yaaaaahh!"

Empson: "I have a bad feeling about this."

Dizon: "I'm fine. Got my new pants."

Stephan Theobald seizes the mic back with disdain.

Theobald: "The arena will be searched and if Timothy is found in an ambushed condition? This WILL be reversed."

Devin Stone leans close to Stephan so that he can be heard over the mic.

Stone: "Oh he won't be found here. He's left the arena. Trust me."

Theobald: "Not further than Neil Dizon can throw you."

Dizon: "Hey!"

Empson: "He got you there."

Devin Stone walks to the back with a grin as he is awarded the match.

Fight to EscapeDr. Claw strides down a back hallway. One of the emergency fire exits is in sight. He grins underneath his mask.

Dr. Claw: "Getting out of here will be easier than I had thought. Stupid Warhammer people..."

Suddenly, the doors all along the hallway open up and twenty Shocktroopers step in the way while armed with assault rifles. They aim these guns at Dr. Claw. Gideon Rogers steps in front of the emergency exit door.

Rogers: "Give it up now, Johnathan. These men will fill what organic bits you have left with lead if you don't."

Dr. Claw: "Oh, Captain Rogers. I had heard that you died. I guess my news isn't up to date. Still...Johnathan Mills is dead. I AM DR. CLAW!"

Dr. Claw points his massive clamp at the Shocktroopers and several spheres detach and fly at them, but then swerve to strike the walls where a spike comes out of each to embed them into the walls.

Rogers: "You have not improved in aim since the NWC much, have you Mills? Once a Jobber? Always a Jobber."

Dr. Claw: "That wasn't what I was aiming at, Captain Rogers."

Gideon Rogers looks at the sphere again and his eyes go wide.

Rogers: "Open fire! Kill him!"

Dr. Claw throws his head back and laughs for as the Shocktroopers begin firing? The spheres begin arcing lightning from one sphere to the next, striking the Shocktroopers and their bullets in the air. Explisions rock the hallway as ammo clips cook off and Environmental packs on the backs of the Shocktoopers (in case of poisonous air or underwater operations) explode. The Shocktroopers are tossed about like rag dolls and Gideon Rogers is thrown through the emergency exit, causing the fire alarm to start sounding off.

Dr. Claw calmly walks through the hallway, humming a merry tune as he passes the burnt corpse of each Shocktrooper. Just as he gets to the doorway, a shadow seems to come away from the wall and Druscilla is standing in front of him.

Druscilla: "You will go no further, Dr. Claw. I want Rose Johnston back. Now."

Dr. Claw: "Druscilla. I wondered when I would meet you! I have heard some very strange rumors about you. Let's see if they are true. Thirsty? I have garlic infused holy water for you!"

Dr. Claw points his massive clamp at Druscilla and a spray nozzle pops up from the forearm to spray Druscilla. She raises an eyebrow at him, but seems otherwise unharmed.

Druscilla: "You mustn't believe in old wives tales, Dr. Claw. I am more than you can imagine."

Druscilla seems to change in aspect as fangs grow from her mouth and her eyes change to a bright violet. Dr. Claw backs up a few steps.

Dr. Claw: "Now...let's not get carried away here. You know...my blood's probably tained with machine oils. Bad taste."

Druscilla: "With your last breath, you will tell me where-"

Druscilla looks down as blood and a wooden stake bursts from her chest from behind. She quickly pales and her visage returns to normal. She looks at Dr. Claw with the amount of hate that a dying woman can muster.

Druscilla: "This isn't over..."

Druscilla's eyes close and she falls to her side to reveal Rasvelg standing in the doorway. Dr. Claw laughs.

Dr. Claw: "Rasvelg. What a wonderful save! I had forgotten about the stake through the heart thing!"

Rasvelg: "The transport chopper is waiting outside. We must hurry before more Shocktroopers come. You were very foolish to come here in person."

Dr. Claw: "I know. I need to start using the body doubles that my resident mad scientist was talking about."

Dr. Claw and Rasvelg walk out of the arena and stop by the fallen form of Gideon Rogers.

Dr. Claw: "I thought you killed him? Now's your chance to finish the deed."

Rasvelg shakes his head with a cruel grin.

Rasvelg: "No. I will finish him in person and when he is awake as we were always meant to do."

With that, the two leave the arena. Gideon opens his eyes with a start and sees the retreating figures of Dr. Claw and Rasvelg. He considers going after them, but he can't really stand at the moment so he crawls back inside the arena where he sees Druscilla laying in a pool of her own blood.

Rogers: "Druscilla!"

Gideon painfully makes his way to her and grabs the stake in her back. He slowly pulls the wooden weapon out inch by inch and rolls Druscilla over onto her back. Her eyes begin to flutter and she speaks in a weak whisper.

Druscilla: "Must...feed..."

Gideon looks over at the broken burned bodies of the Shocktroopers and realizes that he cannot bring any of them over to her...and their blood was probably boiled away anyways. Druscilla's own bottled supply of her special drink is elsewhere in the arena...also too far away.

Gideon sighs and rips a sleeve off of his shirt, bringing the nook of his arm up to her mouth.

Rogers: "Feed. Grow strong again."

Druscilla grabs the arm without looking at who it belongs to and begins feeding off of Gideon's blood

as if ravenous. Slowly, the hole in her chest begins to close until not even a scar is left. When she reaches this point, she stops feeding to see who offered her the arm. Her eyes go wide when she sees Gideon Rogers laying next to him passed out.

Druscilla: "Captain Rogers? What?"

When she looks up, she sees Shocktroopers filling the hallway again with Allen Anderson limping through them with the aid of his cane. He motions for the 'troopers to stand down (for they were ready to shoot Druscilla as if she had done all of this damage). He stares in silence at Druscilla.

Druscilla: "Captain Rogers saved my life. He will need a blood transfusion!"

Anderson nods and motions for the Shocktroopers to take Gideon Rogers to the medical ward right away and keep his care secret.

Anderson: "What happened?"

Druscilla: "Dr. Claw escaped. He had help from the outside to ambush me."

Anderson: "He has many henchmen, but if this person got the drop on you? I'm betting it was Rasvelg."

Druscilla stands up, but places her hand on the side of her face and nearly swoons.

Anderson: "You're still weak. Let me help you to your personal space so you can have more of your special drink. It will make you better."

Druscilla shakes her head, but leans against the wall when the effort to do so makes her dizzy.

Druscilla: "You're not strong enough to help me. You can't even walk without the cane!"

Anderson: "For a trusted friend? I will find the strength. Come on. No one will see the noble Druscilla being helped by a commoner...or they can be silenced."

Group C Match One

Theobald: "Ladies and gentlemen...this next match was a scheduled to be for one fall, but it has come to my attention that the extent of David Dreadful's injuries no longer allow him to compete in the ring. It wasn't just a single attack, but old injuries were worsened by this latest sneak attack and has forced him into retirement. So the winner by default? Eric Dillinger!"

Empson: "The hell? David Dreadful has retired?"

Dizon: "And good riddance! We didn't need a Goth wannabe here in WWI anyways!"

Empson: "I think you are underestimating what we lost here with Dreadful. Add in Hunter leaving? It's a big loss for our small roster."

Dizon: "Well then...we should go out and hire more people!"

"Enemies" by Shinedown begins as David Dreadful limps out from the back to a standing ovation from the crowd. He had a mic in his hand as he surveys the crowd.

Dreadful: "I may be retiring, but I have enough in me for one final match. Doctors be damned!"

David Dreadful storms to the ring as best as he can and stands in the ring, grinning at the cheers.

Dreadful: "Come on out, Eric Dillinger! Let's put a proper ending to my career!"

Empson: "David's gone insane! The Doctors told him to retire!"

Dizon: "Oooh he's going out in style."

"Never Let It Die" by Hatebreed begins as Eric Dillinger walks out from the back. He shakes his head, but heads to the ring.

Dillinger: "Let it ride then eh? Let's go!"

As the bell rings to start the match, Eric rushes in with his fists, but catches an armdrag takedown from David to put him on the mat. David drops to his knees to apply a rear chinlock to hold Eric in place.

Empson: "David Dreadful starting out smart to use some wear down holds."

Dizon: "Boooorrrriiiinnnng!"

David holds the chinlock, stands up, and drives his knees into Erics spine. He pulls Eric up and drops him again with a reverse neckbreaker. David goes to the top rope, nearly falling down at least once when his knee tries to give way. He raises his hands to the cheers of the crowd and-

Empson: "Eric is up and has caught David Dreadful in a press slam position! What's he going to do with him!"

Dizon: "Something violent I hope."

Eric uses the momentum of the jumping David to throw him through the air. David lands chest first on the top of a turnbuckle post, falls, strikes his head on the ring apron, and lands with his back across the ring steps. The crowd turns on Eric Dillinger right away. Eric looks stunned as if he had not meant to throw David Dreadful in that direction.

Dizon: "Oh my god. He killed Kenny!"

Empson: "The *beep*? Who's Kenny? I don't think David's getting up from that move!"

The ref counts to ten while Eric Dillinger paces the ring in nervous anticipation. Once David Dreadful is counted out, Eric rushes to the outside to help medics arriving on the scene.

Dillinger: "David...I didn't mean ta do that. DAVID!"

David Dreadful doesn't respond as he is fitted with a neck brace, loaded up onto the gurnee, and taken to the back for the waiting ambulance.

Dillinger: "I don't care if I'm not family. I'm *beep*ing following!"

Eric runs down after the medics.

Empson: "Some remorse from Eric Dillinger over doing that serious harm to David Dreadful."

Dizon: "He won. He should get over it."

New Light of DarknessAllen Anderson sits in his officean watching Onslaught from his computer while he works on some paperwork. There is a knock on the door and Joeylights walks in. He looks nervous as he scans around the office to see military and corporate decorations all around. Joeylights: "You wanted to see me, sir?" Anderson looks up from the computer to smile at his visitor. Anderson: "Yes. Yes. Do come in. Have a seat. Some whiskey?" Joeylights takes a seat, but passes on the whiskey. Anderson nods and pours himself a glass on the

rocks. Anderson: "It has come to me that you have lost your island. This sanctuary where strange things happened to people you brought there. Is this true?" Joeylights growls and slams his fist into the desk. Joeylights: "An enemy of mine destroyed the place and burned it to the ground." Anderson: "So if I give you the means to do what you once did again? Will you help me when I am in need?" Joeylights: "How could you help me do what I did before? That island and the architecture on it had special properties." Anderson reaches under the table and pulls out a small ornate lantern that's decorated with embossed depictions of demons and angels. Anderson: "I had to pull some strings to get this, but this is called the Lantern of Lost Hopes. Turn the opening to a bound target and open it. The lantern will draw the soul of your victim into it. Twist this knob over here once a soul is within and the lantern will light up. The soul of your victim will float above the lantern to torture as you wish. Turn it off and the soul will go back into the lantern. Open it back up in front of the victim and his soul will return to the body." Joeylights looks at it like he has just won the lottery. Joeylights: "How many souls will it hold? Just the one?" Anderson shrugs. Anderson: "I think it will hold upwards of six. I think each of these diamonds will light up with each soul stolen. You turn the dial until an arrow points to the diamond of he soul you wish to speak with or torture. Will you do as I require?" Joeylights: "Oh yes! Now is there a secluded place that I can use this?" Anderson: "You'll have to rely on Molly for that. I'm sure she can find you something. I have the means for you to do it. So long as you follow my commands, this will work for you. Understood?" Joeylights: "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Anderson: "Now go. I have work to do." Joeylights takes the lantern and leaves right away. Anderson watches him go with a smile.

Once he is gone? Anderson: "Every time you use that to torture a soul...it will claim a bit of your own. When it's all gone? The lantern will return to me and your soul will be mine."

Group C Match Two

Theobald: "This next match is scheduled for one fall. Featuring first the challenger, weighing in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds...Elizabeth Devereaux!"

"Confession" by Cold begins as Elizabeth Deveraux walks out from the back with a cold smile. She ignores the boos from the crowd as she makes her way to the ring.

Empson: "They call her Apathy for her lack of human emotions."

Dizon: "She is as deadly as they come. And damned sexy too! A wonderful combination!"

Theobald: "And her opponent. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds...Joker!"

Joker comes down to the ring with boos from the crowd instead of theme music. He gets to the ring and bows to Elizabeth before launching into an attack. He takes her down after a series of Kesagiri chops. He reaches down to pick her up, when Elizabeth grabs at Joker's mask with a claw. She presses on a bump in his mask and holds her hand over his mouth. Joker pokes her in the eyes to get her to release him and rolls away from her while choking and gasping. He reaches into his tights and lifts up his mask a little to drink from a vial. He throws the vial from the ring when it's empty and pulls his mask back down.

Empson: "It's lucky that Joker had an antidote for whatever that Apathy made him swallow. It could have been the end of Joker as well!"

Dizon: "That would have sucked...I think."

Elizabeth rises up and drills Joker in the back of the head with a boot. She pulls him up and throws him into the corner before laying into him with a running elbow. Joker grabs her by the head, rushes past her, and drops her with a cutter.

Empson: "Joker able to work his way out of the corner trap before too much damage is done."

Dizon: "Damn. Or is it...go Joker? I forget."

Empson: "Dummy."

Joker drops his knees on Elizabeth's chest and goes for the pinfall. The ref gets into position.

One...Two...Elizabeth kicks out.

Joker rolls to the side, landing on the ref's head to knock him out. He rises up quickly with Elizabeth and hits her in the face with a black fireball. Elizabeth rolls on the ground, screaming in pain while Joker stalks around her and presses a bump on his mask.

Empson: "Oh no. With the ref out? Joker's going for another mist!"

Dizon: "Spitting in wrestling. Yuck. I mean. AWESOME!"

Joker pulls Elizabeth up to her feet and spits a dark mist at her, Elizabeth catches the mist with her hand and begins screaming. She grabs Joker and shoves her mist covered hand down the front of his trunks and causes them both to scream in horrendous pain. Joker pulls another vial out of his trunks and pours it down the front. Elizabeth pulls her hand out to reveal second degree acid burns from the hand and all down her forearm while Joker bends over in obvious pain.

Empson: "If Apathy's hand looks like that-"

Dizon: "OH MY GOD! HAS JOKER BURNED OFF HIS OWN JUNK?"

Elizabeth silences herself and grabs Joker in a front face lock and-

Empson: "Apathy Effect! This one is over!"

Dizon: "Poor Joker junk..."

The ref wakes up enough to get into position and-

One...Two...Three!

Theobald: "Winner of the match via pinfall...Elizabeth Devereaux!"

Medics rush down to the ring to help Joker and Elizabeth to the back to help deal with their burns.

Empson: "A wicked match by these two. Still...if Joker would have hit Elizabeth in the face with that mist? Would we be short another wrestler?"

Dizon: "Whatever is was? It was some nasty stuff. I would hate to be the next girl to be bedded by Joker after those burns! Of course now it could be textured for her pleasure..."

Empson: "Gross."

Group D Match One

THEOBALD: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making his way to the ring at this time, from parts unknown and weighing in at 285 pounds.... TARRRRASSSSSSSSSQUE!"

"Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva begins as Tarrasque runs out and roars with his arms outstretched. His chin and chest are covered in blood, a legacy of eating raw meat just moments ago. "The Brain" Allen Anderson joins him, hobbling on a wooden cane with a golden sphere on top. Tarrasque and Anderson walk slowly to the ring with Tarrasque in the lead, grinning at the violence to come.

DIZON: "What a beast of a man! Who could possibly beat him?"

EMPSON: "KD Bacchus is certainly going to try. Unfortunately we didn't actually get to see much of Tarrasque in action last week due to his opponent not making it for the show, but his brief time in the battle royal was quite a spectacle."

DIZON: "He's going to rip someone's head off!"

EMPSON: "Both Bacchus and Tarrasque are undefeated in the World Title tournament, so the winner here tonight, LOOK OUT!"

Bacchus jumps over the guardrail from the audience wearing a Will and Kate Commemorative Wedding T-shirt. He nails Tarrasque with a double-axehandle, then lays into him with punches and kicks. The big man just stares at him, stupidly.

EMPSON: "KD Bacchus tried to get the jump on Tarrasque before the match! But it doesn't seem to be working!"

Bacchus realizes his attacks aren't having any effect, so he shoves Allen Anderson down and grabs his cane. He breaks the cane off over Tarrasque's head, but once again Tarrasque just stares at him with no reaction. Bacchus staggers back, starting to look worried.

EMPSON: "Come on, ref, disqualify him!"

DIZON: "Match hasn't started yet, anything goes!"

ANDERSON: "What are you doing, you stupid brute! Get him!"

Tarrasque nods and grabs Bacchus, lifting him effortlessly with a gorilla press. He walks down to ringside and tosses him over the top rope into the ring. The bell rings to officially start the match. Bacchus quickly hops up, runs the ropes and leaps back out of the ring with a somersault dive onto the

big man. Tarrasque takes half a step back and Bacchus falls to the floor.

EMPSON: "TOPE CON HIRO! Bacchus is trying everything he can to slow down Tarrasque, but he's just absorbs the punishment like a sponge!

Starting to get a little freaked out, Bacchus climbs back onto the apron and springs off the middle rope with a moonsault. Tarrasque snatches him in midair and drives him spine-first into the ring post.

DIZON: "Oh, I don't think the human body is supposed to bend like that..."

EMPSON: "Bacchus hit a perfect Asai moonsault, but Tarrasque just caught him and crushed him like a bug! The monster is unstoppable. He rolls Bacchus into the ring, looks like he's going to try and finish this."

Bacchus tries to crawl away, but Tarrasque grabs him by the hair and easily drags him to his feet. Tarrasque hooks him up and plants Bacchus on the back of his head with a t-bone suplex!

EMPSON: "Steak suplex! This could be over already! No wait, he's not going for the pin. Looks like Tarrasque is going to try and do some more damage first."

DIZON: "Not the brightest crayon in the box, is he? Anderson tells him to beat the hell out of someone, and that's what he does. Actually winning the match is secondary."

Tarrasque picks up Bacchus once again and whips him into the corner. Tarrasque follows up with a brutal running shoulder block, crushing the smaller man against the turnbuckle. Without fanfare, the beast picks Bacchus up no his shoulder and drops him with a Magnum driver.

EMPSON: "PRIMAL DRIVER! PRIMAL DRIVER! This could be the end! Tarrasque covers... one... two...th-Bacchus gets a shoulder up!"

DIZON: "He can't take much more of this! There's not going to be much of his pretty face left to bury between Ericka Kelly's le-"

EMPSON: "Neil! Speaking of Ericka, she's made her way down to ringside to check on Bacchus. Looks like Bacchus is whispering something to her."

DIZON: "Probably telling her to go get a grenade launcher."

Ericka runs to the back as Tarrasque goes to grab Bacchus again, but he rolls away and stands up behind the referee. Tarrasque flings the official aside, giving Bacchus an opening to land a double-fisted Polish hammer right to the big man's groin.

DIZON: "Sweet mother... I think I'm going to be sick."

Tarrasque doesn't flinch. He actually smiles a little before drilling Bacchus with a headbutt that nearly shatters his face. Tarrasque applies a standing head scissors and hoists his foes up for a powerbomb-type move... but Bacchus counters and maneuvers himself onto Tarrasque's shoulders! He kicks out, going for his finisher... and Tarrasque just shrugs him off, sending Bacchus face-first to the mat!

EMPSON: "My god! Tarrasque looked to be going for one of his powerbomb variations, but Bacchus desperately countered it, trying to deliver the Kiss of the Bacchae, and Tarrasque just flung him off like he was a child! What could it possibly take to keep this monster of a man down?"

Ericka Kelly comes rushing down to ringside, pushing a fish and chips cart.

DIZON: "You have got to be kidding me."

EMPSON: "Do they really expect the beast to be distracted by food?"

Anderson stops Kelly in the aisle, telling her to get her cart and slutty ass out of the arena. Tarrasque is momentarily distracted but he doesn't leave the ring. Bacchus, sensing his plan may not work, rolls out of the ring and heads up the aisle after them.

ANDERSON: "You son of a bitch! You better not lay a hand on me!"

Tarrasque, realizing that if he lets Anderson get hurt he may be in trouble, finally follows Bacchus out to the floor. Referee is counting... Tarrasque charges Bacchus, who uses the brute's momentum against him and takes him down with a drop-toehold! Tarrasque lands face-first in the fish & chips cart!

DIZON: "Unusual offensive... but effective."

EMPSON: "Should that be a disqualification?"

Once Bacchus is satisfied that Tarrasque's head is firmly wedged in the cart, he sprints back to the ring. The ref is on 7 when Tarrasque stands, the cart still stuck on his head! He rips the metal and wood it in half with his bare hands, revealing the beast with a mouthful of French fries. He takes a second to get his bearings...

REFEREE: "Nine!"

Tarrasque dives towards the ring...

REFEREE: "Ten!"

The bell rings to finish the match, but Tarrasque is in the ring and catches Bacchus like a freight train. His momentum carries the both of them over the ropes on the other side of the ring and through the ring railing. Security rush down to the ring to seperate Bacchus and Tarrasque while also mending the railing.

Theobald: "Winner of this match via Count out...KD Bacchus!"

KD raises on hand outside of the ring while supported by security. He holds the back of his head where it was busted open by the security railing with his other hand.

Empson: "Tarrasque didn't care that the match had ended. He wanted to hurt Bacchus!"

Dizon: "Now what's he doing?"

Tarrasque pushes security away. He looks at Bacchus for a moment before making a beeline for the food cart to grab a handful of fried fish.

Empson: "The match is over so he chose to eat."

Dizon: "Good choice!"

Group D Match Two

Empson: "More bad news. Dark Angel was arrested at the airport in London. I hear that someone had slipped some illegal drugs into her suitcase during the flight? I mean she left the United States with no problem, but a drug sniffing dog found the drugs upon landing."

Dizon: "I knew it! She did a deal while on the plane! That's something new."

Empson: "No, you idiot. She shared carry on space and so whoever put their luggage up there as well? Planted the drugs to keep Dark Angel from wrestling!"

Dizon: "Damn. And I would have loved to see her slender body tossed around by Jessica Tendonin. Catfight Fantasy is ruined!"

Empson: "You are a pervert through and through."

Dizon: "Guilty!"

FoundIt's the end of the night and a member of the Janitorial staff is taking a garbage bag out to the dumpster behind the arena. He flips open the lid and starts to throw the bag inside when he drops it. He begins shouting in some unknown language (He's Polish).

A few minutes later, a Shocktrooper walks out to by the dumpster. He has one arm in a sling, but he still gazes into the dumpster. He reaches up to a comlink by his ear and presses a button.

Shocktrooper: "I have found Timothy Hunt. Have the medics come out to the dumpster. He appears to

be breathing, but he's busted up pretty good. He's also technically outside of the arena so Anderson can't touch Stone for it. We'll get him next time."

The camera focuses on Timothy Hunt, who is bruised and beaten while laying knocked out with the trash in the dumpster.