Parts Unknown.

[Stojy]

Episode two was a lot of fun. I find myself being drawn to the more creative elements of this for sure. The convenience store stuff with OC and co, as well as the fight between Megasus and Stat. That's the stuff I'm here for right now. I get the feeling OC might have pissed off Megasus which means Ricochet finds a way through on episode three. Love the bounty hunter angle with Bandido so looking forward to seeing how that progresses as well.

Looking forward to episode three, Dubb. This is heaps of fun.

 

[Dubb]

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[Stojy]

More really fun stuff here. Love the backstory and how Ricochet ended up at Parts Unknown. Pretty cool use of Butcher and Blade as Chavo's muscles too.

Storm/Trish stuff should be fun next week, although can't help but wonder if they'll last as a team and Statlander continues to intrigue me. Less from Megasus this week, but I guess she can't dominate every show.

Looking forward to more.

 

[Dubb]

Parts Unknown: Episode 4 Details Revealed

The third episode is titled "Send in the Clowns"

With four competitors (Brody King, Rey Fenix, Bandido & Ricochet) confirmed for the Celestial Championship Tournament, there's still four more spots left and only two episodes left to impress the Council of the Unknown. Will anyone earn their spot before the special 90-minute Episode 5?

In Episode 3, Kevin Knight arrived in the Coliseum, seemingly a time traveling in from a distant future. While it appears his time travel device may be malfunctioning, he is making the most of his time by getting involved in the festivities of Parts Unknown. He will be taking on Ricky Starks this week, who could be looking to impress Penelope Ford and Megasus after his interaction with the former in Episode 3.

The Main Event of Episode 4 will see Toni Storm and Trish Stratus, or StratusStorm, teaming together for the first time in a No Disqualification Match against a team that has been selected by Megasus herself. No word on what the team will be, but it does sound like she has no shortage of people who owe her favors that she can draw on as potential sources.

Episode Four, Send in the Clowns, is coming soon to Netflix!

 

[Stojy]

Yep, looking forward to the next installment. Knight/Starks should be fun. Time travelling night sounds really entertaining so hoping he picks up the win. No idea who Megasus picks to face Storm and Stratus, but I can't help but feel like Storm and Stratus might have their issues as a team. I'm sure there'll be plenty of surprises along the way, and I'm hoping for some more Statlander goodness to.

 

[Dubb]

[Velmora-919]
[Orbit of Kharon-IX]
[A Week Ago]

The dark side of Velmora never sees a sunrise.

What remains of the moon hangs in jagged fragments, slowly drifting around one another like broken teeth caught in orbit. Faint purple light leaks through the cracks, pulsing from somewhere deep within its hollow core. The gravity here is inconsistent. Debris floats when it shouldn’t. Sound carries strangely. Even the stars seem to dim the closer they get.

Wrapped around the largest remaining chunk of Velmora is a string of flickering lights and rusted steel scaffolding.

A carnival.

The Velvet Eclipse Carnival, to be exact.

The name is painted across a warped entrance archway, the letters cracked and peeling, several bulbs burned out entirely. A few still flicker stubbornly, buzzing with weak electricity. Below it, a handful of intergalactic tourists wander aimlessly, more confused than entertained. A four-armed merchant examines a rigged game booth where the prizes never quite line up with the hooks. A pair of floating jelly-like beings drift past a funhouse mirror that reflects them as something far more solid than they actually are. Somewhere in the distance, a mechanical lion roars on a delay, its jaw snapping shut a full two seconds after the sound plays.

A handful of intergalactic tourists is probably describing it generously. Because the show isn’t packed. Not even close.

A contortionist folds herself into a glass box that’s just slightly too small. A fire-breather exhales a plume that sputters halfway through, coughing smoke into the stale air. A carousel creaks slowly, its painted animals chipped and worn, moving in uneven circles.

It is clear this place has seen better days.

Inside a tent that serves as the main office, if you can call it that, The Ringmaster (played by Paul Walter Hasuer) stands with his hands on his hips, staring out through a slit in the curtain. His red coat is at least one size too small. His smile is permanent, but strained. He adjusts his cuffs, then adjusts them again, like he’s trying to convince himself everything is under control. Behind him, his assistant (played by David Arquette) stands with a clipboard clutched tightly to his chest, glancing out toward the sparse crowd before looking back to his boss. “It’s… a little light tonight,” the assistant says carefully.

The Ringmaster exhales through his nose. “Light? Light?” He turns, throwing his arms out. “This isn’t light, this is a ghost town with a ticket booth. We’ve got performers performing to performers at this point.”

The assistant nods, unsure whether to agree or not. “We could… maybe run a promotion? Two-for-one admissions? Family bundles?”

The Ringmaster stares at him. “No one out here has a family,” he says flatly. “But I like where your head’s at. Why lower the price when we can create the illusion of value??” He begins pacing now, talking with his hands. “We need spectacle. We need mystery. We need people to walk in thinking they’re about to witness something they’ll never forget and walk out not realizing they didn’t actually see anything at all.” He snaps his fingers. “We rig the games more. We make the prizes bigger. Flashier. Doesn’t matter if they can win them, it matters that they think they can.”

The assistant scribbles something down, though it’s unclear what.

“And the acts,” the Ringmaster continues. “We lean into the danger.”

“But not… real danger right? We’re not animals.”

“Speak for yourself! Danger sells, Felix! I think more danger is exactly what we…”

The Ringmaster stops mid-sentence as he feels a chill run down his spine. Confused by the sudden silence, Felix looks up from his clipboard. The curtain at the entrance shifts as Penelope Ford walks in… followed by Megasus.

The Ringmaster freezes for half a second before his entire demeanor flips. His face lights up. His arms shoot out wide in an exaggerated gesture of welcome. “Well! If it isn’t… Oh my! What an honor! What a surprise! We don’t get visitors of your… caliber… very often… oh no, no, no…”

“Stop,” Megasus cuts him off with a calm yet powerful tone. The Ringmaster’s smile falters just slightly as he lowers his arms.

Penelope Ford steps forward, her eyes scanning the tent like she’s already bored of it. “I assume you remember us.”

“Of course,” The Ringmaster nods quickly. “How could I forget… your generosity is honored every day here.”

“Yes,” Megasus says as she titls her head, examining the nervous energy emitting from the rotund, sweaty man. “You are among the lucky few I have spared. This rock… this… freakshow. But you remember why?”

“Y..Y…yes…” he gulps.

“Then you understand,” she continues, “that you owe me.”

The Ringmaster forces the smile back onto his face. “Anything you need. Truly. Whatever you require, I’m more than happy to…”

“Good,” Ford cuts in. “Because we have a problem and it’s time to cash in that favor.” She looks through the curtain into the sad little carnival. “Your freaks. They’re exactly what we need.”

“Freaks? They’re not…” Felix tries to speak up by the Ringmaster reaches over and places his hand over his assistant’s mouth.

“They’re not… going to be able to contain themselves when they find out they can help a person of your status, my goddess.”

Megasus seems unamused as Ford continues. “We need two of your biggest. Your strongest. We need you to send them to Parts Unknown for us.”

The name hangs in the air for a moment as his smile starts to fade. “Parts Unknown,” he repeats to himself quietly. There’s a moment where something like fear crosses his face. His eyes drift slightly, like he’s picturing something he doesn’t want to. But then something clicks. And his smile returns. “Of course!” He exclaims. “Yes! I already know exactly who fits the bill. Couple of real killers, I tell ya. I assure you, Megasus, you will not be disappointed.”

Megasus says nothing while Ford studies him for a second and then nods. “Good. We’ll be waiting.”

And just like that, they were gone almost as quickly as they had arrived. The Ringmaster stands there for a moment before exhaling and relaxing. He turns back to his assistant. “Well,” he says as he claps his hands together, “that was something else.”

Felix steps forward, already flipping through his clipboards. “We’ve got options. The iron giants, the twin-headed bruisers, that thing in the cages… those are some real monsters. They could…”

The Ringmaster shakes his head. “No, no, no,” he says, waving Felix off. “Those are draws. People come to see them. We send those off, what are we left with? A broken carousel and a coughing fire-breather?” He begins pacing again, now slower and more deliberate. “Parts Unknown… this is a huge opportunity, Felix.”

“How so?”

“If we play this right,” he continues, “we get our name out there. People start talking. The Velvet Eclipse Carnival gets a little buzz again.”

“So then why don’t we send our best?”

“No. We can’t send anyone or anything we can’t afford to lose.”

The assistant hesitates. “…Right.”

Suddenly, a loud CRASH echoes from outside.

Followed by a honk. Then another. Then the unmistakable sound of someone being hit with something hard… followed by laughter.

Both men turn toward the entrance.

Just beyond the curtain, in the dim light of the midway, two figures stumble through a chaotic routine. One swings wildly with a prop hammer that looks a little too real. The other ducks, slips, rebounds off a railing, and accidentally takes out a stack of crates. The crowd, what little there is, reacts with a mix of confusion and mild amusement.

“Who are those two again?” Ringmaster looks to Felix.

“That’s one of our newer acts. Pagano. Psycho Clown. Their schitch is called Hardcore Clowning…”

The act continues, messy and loud and just a little too violent to be comforting. But The Ringmaster watches them and his grin widens.

“They are working for peanuts. They’re chaotic and unpredictable. They are…”

“Expendable,” The Ringmaster rubs his hands together menacingly.

“Well… yes.”

The Ringmaster lets out a cackle.

“Bingo.”

“Since the dawn of time…"


"Wrestlers have claimed to hail from Parts Unknown.”


"A place beyond galaxies and gods…"


"Where legends are born, and myths are broken.”


“Now… the veil between worlds has been lifted.”


“From the farthest reaches of the multiverse, warriors, outlaws, and immortals gather…"


"Drawn by a single purpose…”


"To battle before the wrestling gods themselves…"

"And claim the ultimate prize…”


“The Celestial Championship.”


“This is Parts Unknown Wrestling.”

Episode 4: Send in the Clowns

The camera once again sweeps across the vast underground of the Parts Unknown Coliseum. The open ceiling reveals the night sky above, stars scattered across the darkness as that familiar beam of blue light pours down onto the ring. The Gates of Olympus and the Mouth of the Labyrinth loom on opposite sides, silent and watchful. At ringside, Excalibur stands ready behind the desk while Smart Mark Sterling straightens his tie, already looking like he has something to say.

Excalibur welcomes the audience back to Parts Unknown, reminding everyone that the Celestial Championship Tournament field continues to grow. He runs down the names already confirmed: Brody King, Bandido, Rey Fenix, and now, after the events of last week, Ricochet. Four competitors have punched their ticket, and only four spots remain. But not for long, as Excalibur notes that next week’s special 90-minute Episode 5 will see the full bracket revealed.

Sterling chimes in, pointing out that getting in might be one thing, but surviving this place is another. He questions whether someone like Ricochet even belongs in the same conversation as Brody King, suggesting that luck and shortcuts only take you so far in Parts Unknown. Excalibur fires back, saying that every competitor who has stepped into this environment has had to adapt quickly or get left behind, and Ricochet has already proven he’s willing to do whatever it takes.

Attention then turns to tonight’s main event. Excalibur hypes the in-ring debut of Toni Storm and Trish Stratus as a team, StratusStorm, as they take on a pair hand-selected by Megasus. Representatives of the Velvet Eclipse Carnival. Sterling raises an eyebrow at that, noting that nothing tied to that carnival is ever what it seems.

Excalibur continues, previewing another key matchup as the mysterious time traveler from the future, Kevin Knight, goes one-on-one with Ricky Starks. Sterling is quick to point out that Starks made some interesting moves last week, getting close to Penelope Ford and making it clear he’s thinking a few steps ahead of everyone else.
And with that, Excalibur begins to pivot to the opening contest…

But is immediately cut off by…



“Oh no…”

Sterling sighs, already knowing.

Excalibur shakes his head. “We are… starting things off tonight with Ethan Page.”

Sterling leans back in his chair. “You know what? I respect the persistence.”

Excalibur isn’t as convinced as the camera shifts toward the stage, the crowd already reacting in anticipation of what comes next.

Ethan Page makes his way down to the ring, already looking annoyed before he even steps between the ropes. He doesn’t bother playing to the crowd this time. Instead, he immediately calls for a microphone, pacing back and forth as the noise dies down.

He is out to make yet another open challenge! Which Excalibur is quick to remind us that those have not gone well for Page so far as he is 0-2 in his previous open challenges.

Page says he came to Parts Unknown to prove something, but instead he’s been thrown into the deep end with monsters and things that don’t even belong in a wrestling ring. He gestures out toward the shadows beyond the barricade, shaking his head. “I don’t know what it takes around here to get a fair fight,” he says. “Every week it’s some beast, some freak, some… alien. I’m not asking for much. I’m asking for a man. A real opponent. Someone I can actually wrestle.”

He leans over the ropes, scanning the entrance.

“So if there’s anyone back there who fits that description, come on down. Let’s do this the right way.”



Rey Fenix steps out onto the stage, energy immediately shifting in the building. Page’s expression tightens as Fenix makes his way to the ring, already one of the confirmed competitors in the Celestial Championship Tournament. Excalibur points out that if Page wanted a “real wrestler,” he just got one. Sterling adds that he might regret asking for it.

Fenix hops onto the apron and springs over the top rope in one fluid motion, landing on his feet as the bell rings.

Ethan Page vs. Rey Fenix

The match starts with Page trying to slow things down immediately, locking up and forcing Fenix into the corner. He keeps things grounded early, using his size and strength to control the pace. For a moment, it looks like this might be the kind of match he’s been asking for.

But it doesn’t stay that way for long.

Fenix begins to pick up speed, slipping out of holds, rebounding off the ropes, and forcing Page to react instead of dictate. A quick exchange turns into a blur of motion as Fenix flips through a wristlock, lands on his feet, and snaps off a kick that staggers Page back a step.

Page regroups, clearly frustrated, and tries to cut him off again. He gets a near fall after a heavy powerslam and follows it up with a tight cover, hooking the leg deep.

One!

Two!

No!

Page continues to fair better than his previous two outings, but every time Page thinks he’s got control, Fenix finds a way out.

Midway through, Page starts bending the rules. A rake to the eyes behind the referee’s back. A handful of tights on another pin attempt. He even tries to use the ropes for leverage, but Fenix kicks out again. Sterling points out that Page is doing whatever he has to now. Excalibur counters that it still might not be enough.

Fenix fires back with a burst of offense, a springboard arm drag into a spinning kick that sends Page into the ropes. He follows it up with a rolling cutter that gets the crowd on their feet. Fenix made the cover this time.

One!

Two!

Thre - NO! Page kicks out!

Page slowly begins to pull himself up as Fenix climbs the ropes. Page stumbles over, grabbing the top ropes… and Fenix does a tightrope walk into a PK to Page! Fenix lands on his feet in the ring as Page staggers toward him…

He lifts Page up…

BLACK FIRE DRIVER!

He sits out and hooks the leg!

One!

Two!

Three!

Rey Fenix defeats Ethan Page by pinfall at 8:26

Fenix rolls through to his feet as the referee raises his hand. Another strong showing from one of the tournament’s confirmed competitors. Meanwhile, Page sits up in the corner, frustrated, staring out at the ring like he can’t believe it happened again.

Fenix plays to the crowd, celebrating his victory… when suddenly Ricky Starks slides into the ring from behind…

A forearm to the back of the head drops Fenix to a knee. Another shot follows, then a third. The crowd immediately turns as Starks grabs Fenix and drives him into the mat with an Alabama Slam!

Excalibur calls it out as a blindside attack while Sterling notes that Starks might be trying to warm up to the Beasts of Burden by going after one of the Celestial Championship Tournament competitors.

Back in the ring, Fenix staggers to his feet… and Starks charges in with a SPEAR!

Starks stands over Fenix, looking down at him for a moment before backing away and then leaves the ring, leaving Fenix laid out in the center of the ring. Starks doesn’t look back as he confidently heads back toward the Gates of Olympus.

Backstage, the lighting is dim as Pagano and Psycho Clown, the representatives of Velvet Eclipse Carnival have arrived in Parts Unknown. Pagano is animated, gesturing wildly as he talks in Spanish to his partner, while Psycho Clown nods along before suddenly stopping in his tracks.

Because standing in the hallway ahead of them…

The Beasts of Burden.

Brody King stands at the center, arms crossed, unmoving. To one side, Luchasaurus looms, silent and imposing. On the other, Mortos, snorts and paws at the ground slightly, like he’s seconds away from charging.

Pagano slows, then breaks into a grin. He nudges Psycho Clown and says something in Spanish, motioning toward the group. “¿Se escaparon de nuestro circo o qué?” (subtitles: Did they escape from our circus, or what?)

Psycho Clown lets out a laugh, nodding along, playing it up as he gestures toward them like they’re part of the act. That is, until Mortos steps forward a half-step with a low growl rumbling in his chest. Luchasarus clinches his fists while Brody King doesn’t move, he just stares at the clowns in front of him. He is clearly unimpressed. “Ridiculous,” he says. “Megasus should’ve let us handle StratusStorm tonight. Not these idiots.”

The laughter from the clowns fades just slightly as Megasus and Penelope Ford enter the shot, joining the Beasts. “So eager to cause more bloodshed, my Hell Dog?” Megasus says, rubbing her hand across Brody’s head with a condescending tone.

“I’ve already destroyed Toni Storm once. I’d be happy to do it again,” Brody replies.

“You will get your chance. Patience, puppy,” Megasus responds. “This isn’t your fight tonight. Tonight, they will fight. And you will watch.”

Brody holds her gaze for a moment… then slowly nods, stepping back in line. Mortos snorts again but doesn’t move forward. Luchasaurus remains still, looming. Only then does Megasus turn her attention to Pagano and Psycho Clown. “You were chosen,” she says. “Do not make that a mistake.”

Psycho Clown tilts his head, the grin still there, but there’s something a little more cautious behind it now. Pagano raises his hands slightly, almost mockingly respectful. Megasus glares at them both, perhaps realizing the Ringmaster had not entirely held up his end of the bargain. But ultimately she turns and walks off with no further words for the clowns. The Beasts of Burden fall in behind her lack a pack being pulled on a leash, leaving Penelope Ford with the clowns.

Pagano looks to Psycho Clown. “...Creo que no les caímos bien.” (I don’t think they liked us). Psycho Clown simply shrugs and the two walk off, laughing once again while Ford shakes her head.

She turns to begin to walk back toward Megasus, but she’s cut off.

“Hey,” Ricky Starks steps into the frame, adjusting his wrist tape and is clearly feeling pretty good about himself as he flashes Penelope a confident smile. “You see what I did out there?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she dismisses him.

“What? I took one of the tournament guys and dropped him on his back. Figured you… or.. Megasus… might be impressed.”

Ford simply offers a cold stare and no reaction.

“C’mon, I’m tryin’ here.”

She steps a little closer to him, brushing her hand across his cheek. “If you want to impress me, maybe you should focus on what’s next.”

Stark raises an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

“Your own match, you idiot.”

“Heh, fair enough,” he nods. “But I hope you’ll be watching this time.” He smirks before brushing past her, heading toward the ring. Forward watches him for for a second, lingering her sight on him for a moment longer than even she expected before she turns and walks off in the other direction.

The camera cuts to another section of the backstage area, quieter than the chaos unfolding elsewhere in the building. Ethan Page stands alone near a production monitor, arms folded, still clearly frustrated from earlier in the night. He lets out a sharp breath, shaking his head as he replays the events of his recent open challenges.

“Three chances,” he mutters. “And what do I have to show for it? Zip. Zilch. Nada. Nothing.”

He turns slightly toward the camera now, voice rising.

“I asked for competition. I asked for a fair fight. Instead I get aliens, horse-man creatures, and whatever the hell that was earlier…” He stops himself, rubbing his forehead. “This place is turning into a joke. And I’m starting to look like one just by being in it.”

He straightens up his shoulders, staring directly into the camera. “It’s time to get serious. Next time…”

He’s stopped midsentence as he suddenly finds himself across from a familiar face. Serena Deeb. She stands before him, dressed in a black and obsidian-toned gi marked with subtle insignia along the chest: The Hand.

She doesn’t say anything. She just looks into his eyes.

“Serena…” he says quietly. “What… what are you doing here?”

“You’ve lost your way,” she finally speaks.

“Excuse me?” he scoffs.

She steps closer, unbothered by his reaction.

“You came here with purpose,” she says calmly. “Discipline. Focus. But now?” She looks him up and down. “You’ve become noise.” Page’s face twists into a look of discomfort as she continues. “This place isn’t the joke. You are. A man reacting instead of controlling. Asking for fairness in a place that does not offer it.”

Page opens his mouth to respond, but she cuts him off again.

“Have you forgotten the way of the Hand?”

Page’s expression quickly shifts. “......I…”

“Obey the Hand,” she says calmly. “Become the Weapon.”

Page looks away for a second, then back at her. "I didn’t forget what I am,” he says more quietly. “Or where I came from.”

Deeb steps in just a little closer, voice lowering. “Then it’s time you started acting like it.” She starts to turn to leave but stops for one last moment. “Maybe it’s time to refresh your memory. You know where to find us.” And then she walks off down the corridor.

Page watches as she walks off, clearly in deep thought.

Elsewhere backstage, in a more well lit area, Alicia Atout stands ready with a microphone, smiling toward the camera as she begins to introduce her guest. But she is interrupted as Kevin Knight steps into the frame beside her, already fiddling with the device on his wrist. The sleek, metallic device glows faintly with an inconsistent pulse of light as Knight taps on it. He twists at something and then gives it a small shake as if that might help.

Alicia blinks, slightly thrown off. “…Kevin, you have a match coming up next against Ricky Starks. How are you feeling heading into…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Knight says quickly, not even looking up. “Pretty exciting, stuff, Alicia. Really, it is. I’ve just been trying to get this thing calibrated,” he continues, holding up his wrist. “It’s… close. I think. It’s supposed to lock into a stable point, but the signal has been all over the place.”

Alicia nods, though she clearly doesn’t fully follow.

Knight sighs, pressing a button. The device emits a brief flicker of light… but then… nothing. “Ugh, yeah… still not there.”

He looks at Alicia again, thinking for a moment before suddenly unstrapping the device and holding it out to her. “Hey, you mind watching this for me? While I have my match?”

Alicia hesitates. “…Your watch?”

“Yeah,” Knight says. “Just… don’t press anything. Don’t twist anything. Definitely don’t hit the side panel.” He pauses for a moment, noticing the confusion in her eyes. “Actually, maybe just don’t touch it at all. Just… watch it.”

Alicia carefully takes the device, holding it like it might explode.

Knight nods, satisfied. “Perfect! I’ll be back after the match. Wish me luck!”

With that, he turns and jogs off down the hallway. Alicia watches him go… then looks down at the device in her hands. “Okay… just going to… watch this… watch…”

A moment passes as the camera still lingers on Alicia. When suddenly, a blur of motion comes from off screen. Alicia yelps as someone pops up from behind a stack of crates beside her.

Dalton Castle!

He grins, his eyes immediately locking in on the device. The same device he had overseen bring Knight to Parts Unknown in Episode 3. “Well now,” he says, leaning in close. “What do we have here?”

Alicia instinctively pulls back. “Hey! No, I’m supposed to be…”

“YOINK!” Dalton shouts with a lightning fast move of his hands, plucking the device from her hands, stepping back like he had just completed a magic trick. “Eureka!” He exclaims as he turns the device over in his hands.

“Wait,” Alicia protests, “No… he told me not to…”

But Dalton doesn’t even acknowledge her as he begins to press at the buttons. The device begins to flicker and grow brighter. A mortified Alicia Atout watches with her eyes widening. “I don’t think you should…”

But Dalton is in his own little word, continuing to press and twist at the device. The lights begin to get brighter and pulse more as his own face lights up with delight. “Oh, but I think I absolutely should.”

Ricky Starks vs. Kevin Knight

Knight immediately tries to use his speed, darting in and out with quick strikes and crisp movement that forces Starks to reset twice within the first minute. Starks responds by slowing things down, cutting Knight off with a sharp elbow and sending him into the corner to take control early. For a stretch, Starks dictates the pace. He keeps Knight grounded, working him over with methodical offense and smart positioning, cutting off any attempt at momentum before it can build. Every time Knight tries to fire back, Starks is already there to shut it down.

But Knight doesn’t stay down for long.

A sudden burst of energy shifts the match as Knight slips out of a hold, rebounds off the ropes, and hits a clean dropkick that sends Starks to the outside. The crowd rallies as Knight follows with a diving crossbody from the apron, wiping Starks out at ringside.

Back inside, Knight strings together his best sequence yet with some rapid strikes, a springboard arm drag, and then a rolling DDT that saw Knight go for the pin.

One!

Two!

The - NO!

Starks kicks out and rolls to the ropes, visibly frustrated for the first time. Sterling on commentary notes that Knight is “one big moment away” from stealing it, while Excalibur points out that Starks hasn’t been able to fully control him the way he’s used to controlling matches.

Starks finally changes the tone by baiting Knight into the corner and snapping him face-first into the turnbuckle. A cheap shot follows while the referee is distracted, and suddenly the match swings back in his favor.

He starts picking his spots more carefully now including cutting Knight off mid-run, reversing momentum, and slowing the pace back down into his comfort zone. Knight still fights, still fires back in bursts, but Starks is always one step ahead. But Knight once again battled back. However, the ending would come when Knight attempts a springboard crossbody only for Starks to catch him and toss him to the mat with an overhead belly to belly suplex.

Knight staggers to his feet…

SPEAR FROM STARKS!

Starks pulls Knight back to his feet… lifts him up…

ROCHAMBEAU!

One!

Two!

THREE!

Ricky Starks defeats Kevin Knight by pinfall at 11:03

Starks sits up, breathes, and looks down at Knight for a moment before standing and backing into the corner. Excalibur admits that this was an impressive victory for Starks but the question is did it impress the Beasts of Burden… or perhaps more importantly, did it impress the Council?

Knight rolls over, frustrated but still conscious, staring up at the lights as the crowd gives him a respectful reaction for the effort.

Starks, meanwhile, turns and heads up the ramp without looking back, another step forward in his growing momentum inside Parts Unknown.

The camera cuts to a dimly lit tavern somewhere in the deeper outskirts of Parts Unknown. The kind of place that feels permanently stuck in time. Wood panel walls, low hanging lights, and the faint sound of a jukebox that hasn’t worked properly in years. A few patrons sit scattered around, but most keep their distance from one corner booth.

Chavo Guerrero sits alone at the table, suit jacket still on, posture rigid. A glass sits in front of him, untouched. He’s not drinking. He’s waiting.

Across from him sits Bryan Keith, leaning forward slightly, already aware this is not a friendly meeting.

“You didn’t bring him,” Chavo says, wasting no time.

Keith exhales through his nose, shifting in his seat. “I had him. For a second. Bandido’s slippery, man. He’s…”

Chavo raises a hand, cutting him off immediately. “Did I ask for excuses? No. I didn’t.” He pauses, glaring down Keith. “I want results.”

Keith nods slowly, swallowing his response before it becomes one. Chavo leans back slightly, finally taking a sip from his glass. He continues to have his gaze locked firmly on Keith as he placed the glass back down carefully. “This isn’t complicated,” he continues. “You were given a task and you have yet to complete it.”

Keith looks down for a moment, then back up. “I hear you. I do. But I’m telling you, I’ve got a plan now. Something that will definitely bring Bandido out. No more guessing. No more chasing. We make him come to us.”

Chavo studies him for a long moment, expression unreadable.

Keith leans in across the table. “I just need to know more about… why him? Why Bandido? What’s so important about him that you’re going this far?”

Chavo shakes his head. “No.”

“No?”

“That’s what I said. No.”

“C’mon. I’m doin’ the work. I deserve to…”

“You don’t deserve shit. Not until you actually do your damn job.” Chavo stands up, picking up the glass and downing the rest of the drink. “This is important. Not just to me. That’s all you need to understand.”

“Ok.. fine.”

“This plan of yours… it better work.”

“It will.”

“Good. But I’m growing impatient. To pull your little plan off, I’m gonna send you some more help.”

Keith stays seated, watching him closely. Chavo adjusts his jacket one last time. “No more second chances.” He turns and walks out of the tavern without another word.

Keith sits in silence for a moment, watching him g before leaning back in his chair. “Yeah,” he mutters to himself. “It’s gonna work.”

The camera cuts backstage again where we rejoin Dalton Castle as he continues to tinker with Kevin Knight’s device. Alicia Atout is no longer anywhere to be found as Kevin Knight jogs back into frame. “Hey, Alicia…” he calls out. “Alicia?!”

No response.

Instead, he notices Dalton Castle standing there with his wrist device. “Hey.. don’t touch that!”

Dalton tilts his head, casually turning the device over in his hands. “Oh this? Pretty nifty thing you have here.”

“That’s not yours,” Knight says, stepping closer. “Where’s Alicia?” Dalton shrugs without looking up. Knight exhales sharply and reaches out for his device. “Alright, well… just give it back.”

Dalton pulls away. “Now now, don’t be so hasty. Didn’t your mother ever teach you to share your toys with others.”

“That is NOT a toy! Stop pressing buttons. You have no idea what you are doing!”

Dalton ignores him and presses another button. A sharper tone sounds from the device. “Stop it!” Knight lunges toward Dalton, grabbing one end of the device’s strap. A brief tug of war breaks out between them as the device flickers frantically.

“Let go of it!” Knight shouts.

“I’m merely conducting research!” Dalton fires back.

The device slips as both men fall backwards, losing grip at the exact same moment. The device flies through the air in slow motion as Knight watches on in horror and Dalton watches on in delight.

Finally, it hits the ground.

A BLINDING FLASH OF LIGHT erupts from the device, filling the corridor.

The sound distorts. The air ripples. Cables lift slightly off the ground as if gravity itself forgets what it’s doing.

When the light fades away…

Knight and Dalton find two other men joining them in the hallway. They are dressed in bright, exaggerated 80’s gear including headbands, neon colors, and big bulging muscles.

“WHOOOOOAAH YEAH BABY! DO YOU FEEL THAT?” one of them shouts, pointing directly at the camera.

“No…” Knight says quietly. “No… no…”

The other flexes aggressively. “WE’RE THE OUTRUNNERS AND WE’RE HERE TO PARTY LIKE IT’S 1988!”

“IT IS 1988, TURBO!”

“OH! RIGHT!”

“Who the heck are these guys?”

The two newcomers look toward Dalton Castle. “I JUST SAID IT, BROTHER! I’M TURBO FLOYD. AND THIS IS MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER, TRUTH MAGNUM. WE ARE… THE OUTRUNNERS! YEAH BABY!”

“Okay,” Knight waves them off. “Listen, I can fix this. We just go to get you back to your time… you said 1988? Okay… let me just…” He turns to Dalton who is watching with fascination.

“This is delightful,” Dalton says.

“It most certainly is NOT!” Knight says as he notices the device sitting quietly now on the ground. He reaches out for it and grabs it. “Alright, so… we just have to configure it…”

“COME ON TRUTH! IT’S CONDITIONING TIME! WARM UP! LET’S GO!”

Knight looks up just in time to see two figures sprinting past the opening of the corridor. The Outrunners continue running, disappearing deeper into the building, shouting random catchphrases and inviting absolutely everyone they pass into imaginary competitions.

“WAIT!” Knight protests, but it’s too late. He then turns and grabs Dalton by his multi-colored jumpsuit, yanking him over to him. “This is YOUR fault!”

Dalton raises a finger. “Technically it was your stupid little toy that did this.”

“I TOLD YOU IT’S NOT A DAMN TOY!”

Dalton opens his mouth again, but Knight shushes him. “Listen to me,” he says firmly. “You created this mess. You’re going to help me fix it.”

Dalton adjusts his posture slightly, even while being held by Knight. “Fine, I’ll help you. Those guys seem like fun anyway.” Dalton looks down the hallway. “Lead the way, my liege.”

Knight straps his device back to his wrist and heads down the corridor, with Dalton following closely behind.

The camera cuts to a dimly lit backstage dressing room. A vanity mirror is framed by glowing bulbs, faint jazz music humming from a small speaker somewhere off-screen. Feathers, satin robes, and scattered lipstick tubes are visible across the table like a scene frozen in time. Toni Storm sits in front of the mirror, slowly applying lipstick with deliberate precision. She pauses, studies her reflection, then exhales before she turns toward the camera.

“My goodness…” she begins. “What a peculiar little evening we have ahead of us.” She leans back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. “StratusStorm makes their grand debut… and we are immediately gifted with a carnival of curiosities.” She scoffs faintly as she picks up a compact mirror to examine herself. “Clowns,” she says slowly, as if tasting the word. “Painted faces. Big shoes. Small ambitions. Never liked them. They give me the heebie jeebbies.”

She closes the compact with a snap.

“But I must know, darling… is it true what they say about the size of your clown shoes? Oh, I sure hope so.”

She rises from the chair now, smoothing her silk robe as she walks toward the camera just slightly, closing the distance. “And then of course…” she continues, her tone shifting slightly, more deliberate now, “we have Megasus.” She carefully tilts her head. “A goddess, they say. A conqueror. A woman who collects monsters the way I once collected gentlemen callers.”

She pauses briefly and smile again.

“Oh, Megasus. I look forward to our inevitable and fateful meeting in the ring. You may not be fond of me, but I myself have always found myself drawn to women who think they are untouchable.” She stops just short of the lens, leaning in slightly. “But darling… I’ve spent my entire life learning how to ruin something beautiful. And Megasus… I swear to all the gods that may or may not be watching down on us…”

Deep breath.

“I. Will. Ruin. You!”

She turns away from the camera, picking up a glass of something off-frame, swirling it gently as the jazz music continues.

“But tonight… it’s not about you. Tonight…”

She slams the glass back down onto the table.

“WE SEND IN THE CLOWNS!”

[Parts Unknown Profile Spotlight on The Velvet Eclipse Carnival]

No Disqualification
The Velvet Eclipse Carnival (Pagano & Psycho Clown) vs. StratusStorm (Trish Stratus & Toni Storm)

Pagano and Psycho Clown waste no time pulling chairs into the ring, swinging them before either Stratus or Storm can fully settle. Trish gets knocked down early by a chair shot to the back, while Toni Storm fires back almost immediately with a stiff strike to Pagano that sends him stumbling into the corner.

Trish and Toni find their rhythm early, briefly isolating Psycho Clown and hitting a double-team suplex onto a chair. But the advantage doesn’t last long. Pagano cuts Trish off with a brutal chair shot that sends her rolling to the floor, and suddenly Storm is alone inside the ring with both opponents.

The Clowns took control and soon Psycho Clown pulls a table into the ring while Pagano grabs a handful of thumbtacks from a small bag tossed in from ringside. The crowd reacts loudly as they pour them across the mat like glitter.

Storm tries to fight back, landing a sharp series of strikes on Pagano, but Psycho Clown blindsides her with a kendo stick shot that sends her into the ropes. Pagano follows with a hard Irish whip, and Storm crashes back first into the tacks. She screams out as the crowd erupts.

The camera catches it clearly now that Toni Storm is bleeding. Not a small cut. A steady, visible crimson streak forming across her forehead as she fights to her knees. Trish tries to re-enter, but Pagano intercepts her and throws her into the barricade with force.

The Clowns set up the table before Psycho Clown climbs to the second rope, looking to finish off Storm. But Storm refuses, rising to her feet with blood dripping down her face, clutching a kendo stick and swings it wildly, cracking it across Psycho Clown’s head while he is on the turnbuckles. And again! He’s left wobbling in a seated position on the turnbckles.

Pagano rushes over with a chair in hand, but Toni ducks the chair shot and drives the kendo stick into his ribs before placing it across his throat… KENDO STICK RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!

Storm drags herself forward, wiping blood from her eye, and pulls Psycho Clown off the ropes. She climbs with him, slow and unstable, but determined.

Superplex THROUGH THE TABLE!

Toni isn’t able to make the cover as she’s too dazed, battered, and bloodied to immediately recover herself. Instead, Trish crawls into the ring and makes her way over, making the pin on Pyscho Clown!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE - NO!

Psycho Clown just barely gets his shoulder up!

Trish Stratus pushes back to her feet, shaking her head in frustration, motioning for the referee that it was three. The official insists it was a two count. But as she’s arguing, Penelope Ford slides into the ring! And she is armed with a chair herself!

Trish turns…

CRACK!

Chairshot to the head sends Trish to the mat! The crowd boos loudly as Ford stands over her, breathing hard, eyes locked on Toni Storm. Storm is still barely sitting up near the wreckage of the table, blood still running down her face, trying to regain awareness after the superplex. Toni slowly gets up…

CRACK!

Penelope cracks her across the head with the chair as well!

Storm collapses back into the broken table remains, barely moving as Ford stands over her, yelling down at her, finally letting out all the frustration from earlier. Pagano and Psycho Clown begin to stir, sensing the shift, but Ford isn’t done yet. She grabs Storm again, driving another shot into her ribs for good measure. Ford directs traffic, trying to get the clowns to take advantage.

Pagano and Psycho Clown seem confused but finally Pagano begins to go for the pin…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

STATLANDER from out of nowhere slides into the ring and breaks up the count! Ford is outraged and takes a swing at Statlander with the chair, but she ducks! Statlander bounces off the ropes and connects with a big running forearm that takes Ford down to the mat! She pulls Ford up by the hair and lifts her up…

AREA 51!

Statlander stands up, picking up the chair and threats both clowns, keeping them backed off as Trish and Toni both began to get to their feet. Toni tapes up her fist and uses the tape to roll up tacks onto her fist while Pagano and Pscyho Clown are still distracted by Statlander.

Statlander finally drops the chair and motions to the clowns, making them aware of what was going on behind them.

Psycho Clown turns and is CRACKED with a kendo stick from Trish Startus while Toni Storm hits a LOU THESZ press on Pagano and then repeatedly drives her thumb tack covered fist into his forehead!

Statlander exits the ring as Trish hits the Stratusfaction to Psycho Clown onto a chair! Meanwhile, Toni Storm pulls Pagano up…

STORM ZERO DRIVER ONTO THE PILE OF TACKS!

She makes the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

StratusStorm defeats The Velvet Eclipse Carnival by pinfall at 14:34

Trish Stratus and Toni Storm remain in the wreckage of the match - both bloodied and bruised while surrounded by broken tables, scattered thumbtacks, and a multitude of chairs and broken kendo sticks. The referee checks on them as the crowd is still buzzing from everything that just happened.

Penelope Ford is already backing up the ramp, clutching her head, furious that the finish slipped away. She stops at the base of the Gates of Olympus, glaring back at the ring as she tries to shake off the damage.

Inside the ring, Toni slowly pulls herself up, still dazed, still bleeding, but clearly not done. She asks for a microphone.

“My… my goodness,” she purrs softly. “What a rather vulgar little soirée that was.” She wipes her face sowly with her wrist, smearing the blood just a little more. “And to think,” she continues, glancing down at the wreckage of Pagano and Psycho Clown, “I once believed carnivals were meant for laughter.”

She laughs to herself as Trish joins her, wrapping her arm around her friend. Toni turns her attention to Penelope Ford on the stairs. “And then of course… we have our little interloper. Penelope Ford! I didn’t realize you were so desperate to get involved!”

She pauses, looking down at the thumbtacks still stuck in her skin. She plucks one out slowly and examines it before causally dropping it to the mat.

“It’s time that you and your little glamorous friend stop getting people to do their dirty work for them! You want to get dirty with me, Penelope? Don’t tempt me with a good time, darling! Let’s get dirty!”

She straightens, blood still running down her face, expression turning sharp beneath the glamour.

“So how about it? Next week… you and I shall have ourselves a proper little rendezvous!” Toni turns to Trish and locks her arms as if they are about to dance. “And when I am finished with you my dear… I shall waltz directly into the Celestial Championship Tournament!”

Trish steadies her, nodding alongside her as Storm holds the pose for just a moment longer, bloodied, smiling, and utterly delighted in the violence that has brought her here. Penelope stares back, unamused but not showing fear either. She nods to Toni Storm, seemingly accepting the challenge before walking her way up the rest of the stairs to the Gates of Olympus.

Closing montage:

Ethan Page is shown alone in a dim backstage corridor.

He stands motionless in front of a locker room bench.

On it sits a neatly folded black gi.

The insignia of the Hand of Obsidian clearly visible.

Page stares at it for a long moment.

***

Cut to motion. Utter chaos going on in the back corridors.

Kevin Knight is sprinting full speed, still visibly frustrated, shouting ahead.

“YOU CANNOT JUST EXIST HERE!”

Ahead of him, the unmistakable energy of The Outrunners is on full display.

They are running like they are being chased by a stadium crowd that doesn’t exist.

“THIS IS WHAT WE CALL MAXIMUM VELOCITY, BABY!”

Knight turns a corner.

Dalton Castle is right behind him.

Dalton Castle adjusts his jacket mid-run, completely unbothered.

“They are quite inspirational if you ask me.”

Knight doesn’t even look back.

“FOCUS!”

The Outrunners disappear down another corridor shouting in unison with Knight and Castle hot on their tails.

***

Megasus stands in front of Mortos and Luchasaurus.

“They’ve embarrassed me tonight,” she says calmly, referencing the Velvet Eclipse Carnival. Mortos snorts while Luchasaurus stares intently. “They are going to have to learn there are consequences for failure.”

She places her hand on both Mortos and Luchasaurus.

“Make them pay.”

***

Back to the ring, the aftermath of war is still visible. Statlander stands at the Mouth of the Labyrinth entrance with her arms folded, watching intently. Inside the ring, Trish Stratus and Toni Storm are still celebrating, bloodied, exhausted, but victorious, raising each other’s arms amid the wreckage.

She watches them and studies them. There is no smile on Statlander’s face. Despite the big win for Toni and Tris tonight… one that she herself had played a pivotal role in… she doesn’t appear to be in a celebratory mood.

The camera lingers on her cold expression.

We fade out.

​

 

[Dubb]

Parts Unknown: Episode 5 Details Revealed


The third episode is titled "What We Become"

Following the events of Episode 4, it has been confirmed that Ricky Starks has become the fifth confirmed entrant in the Celestial Championship Tournament joining Brody King, Rey Fenix, Bandido and Ricochet. But by the end of Episode 5, we will not only know all eight entrants - but we will also know what the first round will look like. Let the predicting begin.

Episode 5 promises to be the biggest episode of Parts Unknown yet with it's extended time length of 90 minutes. We know the main event will feature "Timeless" Toni Storm taking on Megasus' Herald, Penelope Ford with the winner getting one of those final spots in the Celestial Championship Tournament.

Other matches confirmed for Episode 5:

A bit of a Celestial Championship Preview: Brody King & Ricky Starks vs. Rey Fenix & Ricochet.

Megasus will be in one-on-one competition against Hologram.

Bryan Keith has assured Chavo Guerrero that he has a plan to acquire the bounty on Bandido. Perhaps it has something to do with his match this week, against Komander - who you may remember wrestled Bandido in the very first match of Parts Unknown abck in Episode 1.

Plus we'll see Ethan Page visiting the Hand of Obsidian Dojo after being confronted by Serena Deeb in Episode 4 and we'll see if Kevin Knight and Dalton Castle are having any luck wrangling in the duo Dalton accidentally transported to Parts Unknown from 1988 - The Outrunners.


Episode Five, What We Become, is coming soon to Netflix!​

 

[Dubb]

[Unknown Location]
[Several Years Ago]

The sound of running water fills the room before the camera ever finds its subject.

Steam hangs thick in the air of a modest hotel suite, curling along the ceiling and fogging the mirror in the bathroom. The place isn’t anything special, just another temporary stop on a much longer journey, but there are signs of purpose scattered throughout the hotel room. Maps, notes, old books stacked on a nearby table.

In the bathroom, the shower cuts off.

A moment later, Megan Bayne steps out, droplets of water still tracing slow paths down her toned, athletic body. She reaches for a white towel and wraps it around herself, tucking it just above her breasts. She pauses, catching her reflection in the fogged mirror. For a long second she simply stares, not with vanity, but with a quiet, weary acknowledgment. The woman looking back at her carries the weight of obsession in her eyes. She wipes a clear streak across the glass with her palm and studies herself as if searching for cracks.

From the bedroom, Penelope Ford’s voice drifts in, warm but laced with playful impatience. “How much longer, babe? I’m getting lonely out here.”

Megan’s lips curve into a half-smile, the first real softness to touch her face in hours. “You can’t rush perfection,” she calls back with a quiet laugh. “Couple more minutes.”

She turns from the mirror and reaches for her leather jacket hanging on the back of the door. From an inner pocket, she pulls out something far older than everything else in the room. It is a worn, fragile scroll. With reverent care, she unrolls it across the counter. Ancient markings and faded symbols cover the parchment. The map’s lines twist in ways that defy modern geography, as if the world itself had been different when it was drawn. Megan’s fingertip traces a familiar route she has memorized a thousand times. Her expression grows intense, almost haunted.

She becomes so lost in it that the minutes slip away unnoticed. She doesn’t hear the soft creak of the door behind her.

Warm arms suddenly slide around her waist from behind. Penelope presses herself close, resting her chin gently on Megan’s strong, bare shoulder. Her voice is soft, intimate, and tinged with worry. “You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you?”

Megan doesn’t respond. She doesn’t have to as they both knew the answer. Penelope presses a slow, lingering kiss to the side of her neck, right where her pulse beats. “You need a break, love. Take your mind off this hunt… just for tonight. Please?”

Megan exhales shakily, her grip tightening on the edges of the scroll. The internal war is visible on her face as she battles with the pull of obsession versus the woman holding her. Finally, she lowers the map. “Maybe you’re right,” she admits, “But what if someone else finds it first? What if I lose my only chance?”

Penelope gently turns her around so they’re face to face. Her eyes are filled with quiet fear as she speaks. “Would that really be the end of the world?”

“It could be,” Megan whispers, deadly serious.

Penelope sighs. “I’ve heard the stories about artifacts like this… the Crown of Erinyes. They say it changes people. I can’t lose you to it, Megan. I won’t.”

Megan looks into Penelope’s eyes and sees the genuine terror there. The fear of watching the person she loves disappear into something ancient and hungry. It cracks something inside her. She offers a small, tender smile and brushes a stray lock of hair behind Penelope’s ear gently. “That won’t happen to me,” she says softly, trying to sound certain. “I promise.”

Penelope searches her face, wanting desperately to believe her. “I want to trust you… but you’ve become so obsessed. It scares me how much this means to you.”

“You’ve been right beside me every step of the way,” Megan replies. “I thought you wanted to find it just as badly.”

“I did. I do.” Penelope’s voice cracks slightly. “But mostly because it kept me by your side. That’s all I’ve ever really wanted.”

Megan’s heart visibly aches at the words. She cups Penelope’s face with both hands, her thumbs stroking her cheeks. “You don’t have to worry. The Crown is my destiny… but you are my reason. It won’t change us. It could never change the fact that…” Her voice drops to a trembling whisper as her forehead rests against Penelope’s. “I love you. More than the hunt. More than anything.”

For a moment, Penelope’s eyes shimmer with unshed tears. She searches Megan’s gaze for any trace of doubt and finds none. Only her fierce, honest, and unwavering love.

Then Megan leans in and kisses her.

The kiss is slow, deep, and full of everything they’ve left unsaid. All the fear, all the longing, all the devotion pours into it. Penelope’s hands slide up Megan’s bare shoulders as she kisses her back with equal passion and relief. The ancient scroll slips from Megan’s fingers and flutters silently to the floor, landing forgotten beside their feet.

For now, nothing else matters.

Megan’s hands settle at Penelope’s waist. Without breaking the kiss, she lifts her effortlessly, drawing a soft, surprised laugh from Penelope as her legs wrap instinctively around Megan’s hips. Megan carries her out of the steamy bathroom and into the softly lit bedroom beyond, their breaths mingling, their foreheads brushing between kisses. The tension of years of searching finally gives way to something far more immediate, more vulnerable, and more real.

As they reach the bed, the towel slips away unnoticed.

They sink down together, wrapped in one another, the rest of the world fading into silence.

“Since the dawn of time…"


"Wrestlers have claimed to hail from Parts Unknown.”


"A place beyond galaxies and gods…"


"Where legends are born, and myths are broken.”


“Now… the veil between worlds has been lifted.”


“From the farthest reaches of the multiverse, warriors, outlaws, and immortals gather…"


"Drawn by a single purpose…”


"To battle before the wrestling gods themselves…"


"And claim the ultimate prize…”


“The Celestial Championship.”


“This is Parts Unknown Wrestling.”

Episode 5: "What We Become"

Excalibur and Smart Mark Sterling welcomed us to Episode 5 of Parts Unknown. An episode which they said is shaping up to be the biggest episode yet, highlighted by a match between "Timeless" Toni Storm and Penelope Ford of the Beasts of Burden. The first time since Episode One that Toni Storm will have her chance to get her hands on one of the Beasts after being dismantled by Brody King. The winner of that match will get the last spot in the Celestial Championship Tournament, which we will also get the full brackets for tonight!

Speaking of the Celestial Tournament, we'll get a bit of a preview as four of the confirmed competitors face off in tag team action. It'll be Brody King teaming up with Ricky Starks to take on Rey Fenix and Ricochet, which should be interesting since when those two faced off in Episode 2 - Fenix got the win but Ricochet attacked him after the bell.

Also tonight we'll see Bryan Keith taking on Komander, but we're kicking things off with Megasus in action!

Megasus (w/Penelope Ford) vs. Hologram (w/Harley Cameron & Orange Cassidy)

Megasus stands unmoving in the center of the ring as the bell sounds, her presence alone enough to quiet parts of the crowd. At ringside, Penelope Ford leans against the apron, eyes locked forward, calm… composed… devoted.

Across from her, Hologram bounces lightly on his feet, trying to stay loose. Outside the ring, Harley Cameron is already pacing, jaw set, while Orange Cassidy sits in a folding chair, sunglasses on, hands in his pockets, completely unmoved by the moment.

As the bell rings, Hologram immediately darts forward, using speed to try and overwhelm Megasus before she can plant her feet. Quick strikes. A sharp kick to the leg. Another to the ribs. He rebounds off the ropes… springboard cross body…

But she CATCHES HIM!

She makes it look almost effortless.

For a brief second, Hologram hangs there in her grasp before she simply tosses him aside like discarded weight. He rolls through it, popping back up quickly. He adjusts, circling now and looking for an angle instead of rushing in. He feints once… then twice and slips behind her. Low dropkick to her knee that brings Megasus down to a knee for a moment. He hits the ropes again with a handspring back elbow that staggers her half a step!

Harley slaps the apron, fired up as she encourages Hologram to stay on her. And he does just that with a flurry of offense that ends with him heading to the top roe…

MOONSAULT!

He stays on for the cover!

ONE!

Megasus powers out before two!

Hologram doesn’t waste time reacting. He scrambles back to his feet while Megasus gets back up herself. He runs to the ropes and she catches him mid-motion again, and this time hits him with a BRUTAL slam in the middle of the ring! From here, the tables turn as she begins to dismantle him piece by piece like she is disassembling a machine, eventually sending him through the ropes to ringside.

Megasus stalks Hologram to ringside, briefly locking eyes with Orange Cassidy as he sits back in the steel folding chair. She slowly approaches him, staring down at him. Cassidy barely reacts. He tilts his head slightly, glancing up over his sunglasses but is unbothered. She scoffs at him, deciding he is unworthy of her attention and goes back toward Hologram.

But while Orange Cassidy remained calm, cool, and collected - Harley Cameron is quite the opposite. She storms around the ring, getting right into Megasus’ line of sight and shouts. “Hey! If you’re lookin’ for someone to fight, I’m right here!”

Megasus rolls her eyes and pulls Hologram back up to his feet while Penelope Ford confronts Harley. “Careful,” Penelope says to her, “you’re starting to sound desperate.” But that only serves to fire up Cameron more as she SHOVES Penelope! Ford fires back and suddenly the two are trading shots at ringside, much to the delight of the fans as they brawl into the barricade.

Back inside the ring, Hologram attempts to use the distraction to his advantage. He ducks a clothesline… and HITS A SUPERKICK TO MEGASUS She staggers back into the ropes. She comes back with a lariat, but Hologram ducks…

BACKSTABBER!

Megasus rolls toward the corner as Holograms climbs the ropes…

450 SPLASH!

MEGASUS GETS HER KNEES UP!

Hologram crawls to the corner, pulling himself up as Megasus is now back up as well. She runs in with a SPLASH into the corner which she then immediately transitions into a butterfly suplex! There would be no battling back from Hologram from here as she soon ends it with Fate’s Descent.

The cover is made.

One!

Two!

Three!

Megasus defeats Hologram by pinfall at 8:32

Megasus doesn’t rise immediately after the three count. She remains over Hologram for a moment longer, one hand resting on his chest before she slowly pushes herself back up. At ringside, Orange Cassidy helps Harley Cameron up, having gotten the worst of the brawl with Ford, Cameron clearly having gotten the worse of the exchange with Ford. Cassidy steadies her, one hand still in his pocket, eyes drifting back toward the ring. Penelope Ford slides back inside, smoothing her hair and recompasing herself before approaching Megasus.

Megasus glares down at Orange Cassidy for just a moment before she closes her eyes and soaks in her victory. Penelope Ford kneels down at the feet of Megasus. Megasus reaches down, running her fingers slowly through Ford’s hair, an almost absent, possessive gesture, before guiding her back up to her feet.

Ford rises, standing just off of Megasus' shoulder with a calm yet devoted expression. They leave the ring together as the plucky underdog faces are left licking their wounds.

The camera cuts away from the chaos at ringside and transitions deeper into the inner structure of the coliseum. A door marked only with a faint, circular symbol creaks open. Inside, Jeremiah Evans’ office is dimly lit. Papers are stacked neatly, perhaps a little too neatly, across his desk. Evans stands behind the desk, adjusting the sleeves of his jacket, muttering quietly to himself as he organizes a set of brackets laid out before him.

But he stops as he is joined by another. At first he tenses up but when he notices who is joining him, he immediately relaxes. “Ah,” he says, a small, genuine smile forming. “You’re here.”

Statlander steps into the room, closing the door behind her. She doesn’t sit but she does walk over and lean over his desk, looking at the brackets before him. “So,” she says calmly, “this is it.”

Evans nods, almost eagerly. “Tonight. The full draw. Every name, every path… set in motion.”

There’s a flicker of excitement in his voice, but not nerves. Not like when he’s out in front of the roster. Not the same anxiety he displays when he’s speaking to anyone else. He seems much more steady and comfortable with Statlander.

She studies the layout of the brackets a moment longer before she speaks again. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

“What? You being in it?”

She finally pulls a chair over and sits down, leaning forward just enough to rest her forearm on her knees. “You do remember what this is, right?”

“Of course I remember.” She bites her lip as he looks down at the names. Bandido, Rey Fenix, Ricochet, Ricky Starks, Brody King, Megasus, Statlander… and then the names Penelope Ford and Toni Storm sit to the side, one of which will join the rest. “It’s about making sure she doesn’t win.”

Statlander watches him carefully but does not find any hesitation in him. “But what about…”

“Look, we both know if that’s the goal, then you have to be in it too.”

He seems so confident, but she seems less sure.

“Besides,” he smirks. “You earned it. The Council certainly thinks so.”

Statlander leans back slightly, crossing her arms and actually lets out a brief laugh. “The Council,” she repeats.

Evans joins her with a light laugh. “I’m always impressed with how quickly they are able to come to a consensus.”

“Yes,” she replies. “Almost like they already knew what they wanted.”

Evans straightens the papers on his desk again, aligning the edges with careful precision. “When the time comes,” he says, more quietly now, “you’ll know what to do.”

She stands up. “Yeah,” she moves toward the door, pausing just long enough to glance back at the brack sheet one more time. “I always do.” She then exits, the door closing softly behind her.

Elsewhere in another hallway deep within the coliseum, Penelope Ford slowly walked down the corridor, still catching her breath from her brawl with Harley Cameron in tonight’s opening match. Leaning against the wall just ahead is Ricky Starks. He straightens immediately when he sees her. “Hey,” Starks says smoothly, stepping into her path. “You handled yourself out there. I gotta say… you looked good out there.”

Penelope stops and seems more annoyed than impressed.

“I’m just saying,” he continues, “later tonight, when you’re in there with Toni Storm… you don’t have to do it alone. I’ve been watching everything. I can help you steer things in your favor, if you know what I mean.”

“I can handle myself,” she says coldly.

“Oh, I bet you can. No doubt about it! But consider me… your insurance policy.”

Penelope begins to respond again but this time stops and narrows her eyes toward Ricky. He can see the gears turning in her head. She may actually be considering his offer. “You just say the word,” he smirks.

But before she can respond, a shadow grows over him and suddenly Brody King has joined them. He doesn’t say a word as he grabs Starks by the front of his jacket and DRIVES him hard into the wall, knocking the breath out of the smaller man.

Starks coughs and gasp for air as he puts his hands up in the air. “...Ey…Ey…. Al…right… E-e-e-eeassssy… big… fella.”
Brody holds him up against the wall, moving his own face in close. “I’m gonna need you to keep focused tonight.”

Stark swallows hard as his eyes go back and forth between Brody and Penelope. “I can’t have you being a distraction around here. Distractions… aren’t handled well.”

“I’m… just tryin’... to help.”

King leans in even closer, his voice low to the point where only the camera and Ricky can hear. “Getting involved… with… them… - let’s just say… it won’t end the way you think it does.”

There’s something about the way Brody says that Ricky can’t figure out if it was a warning… or a threat. But either way, King finally releases his grip, then dusts off Ricky’s jacket. “You want to help. Then be ready for our match tonight. That’s all you need to do tonight.” King glances back toward Ford with a slightly irritated look. “Not being distracted by… whatever this is. Keep your head out of her… assets.”

Starks scoffs under his breath, adjusting his jacket as he straightens up against the wall. “Fine. You got it. No distractions.”

Brody watches him for a moment longer, as if deciding whether that answer is good enough. He finally steps back as Penelope breaks her silence. “Are we done now?”

“For now,” Brody nods. He then turns and walks down the corridor without another word.

Starks watches him go, then glances back to Penelope, attempting to recover his earlier confidence. “So… about that offer?”

Penelope doesn’t even answer. She just shakes her head and walks past him, leaving him alone in the hallway as the sound of the arena swells again in the distance.

{Parts Unknown Profile Spotlight on Bryan Keith}


Bryan Keith vs. Komander

Excalibur notes that Komander has already shown his loyalty to Bandido once before, making the save when Keith tried to hogtie him after Episode Three's opening match. Tonight, the bounty hunter has clearly decided to go through Komander to get to his prize.

Keith wasted no time establishing that this was going to be a fight on his terms. He cut off Komander's early aerial attempts with sharp, calculating violence. A hard elbow to the jaw on a springboard attempt. A boot to the midsection that folded Komander in half on a rope run. Every time Komander tried to get his feet off the ground, Keith found a way to remind him that the ground was exactly where he intended to keep him.

“You have to appreciate a man who comes in with a plan,” Mark Sterling noted on Bryan Keith clearly having a strategy here tonight.

However, Komander refused to be completely neutralized, briefly turning the tide with a quick handspring cutter that snapped Keith's head back and sent him stumbling into the ropes. The crowd rallied as Komander found the space to breathe, sending Keith out of the ring with a dropkick and then following up with a tope suicida that sent both men crashing into the barricade at ringside.

Back inside, Komander climbed to the top rope, measured Keith carefully, and launched into his rope walk Phoenix Splash…

But Keith rolled away.

Komander crashed to the mat and Keith was immediately on him, dragging him up by the arm and whipping him hard into the corner. He followed with a running forearm that rattled the turnbuckles before pulling Komander out and driving him down to the canvas with a short-arm lariat.

He made the cover.

One!

Two!

Kickout!

While he managed to kick out, Keith continued on the attack and soon took Komander by the head as he climbed the turnbuckles… DIAMOND DUST!

Keith with the pin again.

One!

Two!

Three!

There was no kicking out this time.

Bryan Keith defeated Komander by pinfall at 8:03

The bell rang but Keith wasn't done.

He pulled Komander back up by the back of his mask before the referee could intervene, driving him back down with another lariat. The crowd booed loudly as Keith reached down and grabbed Komander by the ankle, dragging his limp body toward the center of the ring.

“This is unnecessary,” Excalibur exclaimed. “What is he doing here?”

"He's sending a message, Excalibur,” Sterling responded. “You can't expect a hired bounty hunter to stop when the bell rings."

Keith pulled a length of rope from the waistband of his trunks and crouched down, beginning to bind Komander's wrists behind his back. He worked methodically, unhurried, as if he had done this a hundred times before. And then he stood up, looked toward the Gates of Olympus entrance, and waited.

He didn't have to wait long.

The crowd erupted as Bandido appeared at the top of the stairs. He took one look at Komander bound on the canvas and immediately began moving, sprinting down the steps toward the ring.

Keith smiled as this is exactly what he wanted.

Bandido slid under the bottom rope and came up swinging, catching Keith with a hard right hand that sent him backward into the ropes. Another shot followed. Keith covered up, absorbing the blows, still moving toward the ropes as Bandido pressed forward with everything he had.

But then the cheers turned to boos.

The Butcher and The Blade hit the ring from behind, blindsiding Bandido with a double axe handle that dropped him to his knees. The Bunny slipped in behind them, circling like a shark as Butcher and Blade went to work, unloading heavy shots on Bandido before driving him face first into the mat.

"It was a damn trap!” Excalibur shouted. “The whole thing was a trap! Keith used Komander as bait to draw Bandido out and Butcher and Blade were waiting!”

Keith crouched back down, pulling the rope free from Komander's wrists before moving toward Bandido, who was now being held down by Butcher and Blade. He began to loop the rope around Bandido's wrists, working quickly this time, aware that the window wouldn't stay open forever.

The crowd noise shifted again.

Darius Martin hit the ring first, springboarding over the top rope and taking The Blade down with a flying forearm. Dante followed immediately, diving through the ropes with a tope that wiped out The Butcher at ringside. The Bunny scrambled away from the chaos, backing up toward the corner as both members of Top Flight came in hot.

Inside the ring, Darius drove a forearm into Keith's jaw, knocking him away from Bandido before the knot could be completed. Keith stumbled back into the ropes, sizing up the situation quickly. Butcher and Blade were still recovering at ringside. Top Flight were between him and his target.

He looked at Bandido and then toward the Top Flight duo and decided to roll out of the ring without a word. He backed up the ramp with his eyes still on Bandido, who was pulling himself up to his feet inside the ring with Top Flight's help.

The two men locked eyes across the distance of the coliseum.

Keith pointed two fingers at his own eyes, then turned them slowly toward Bandido.

He turned and walked back through the Gates of Olympus.

"Top Flight making the save for Bandido here tonight,” Excalibur remarked. “But make no mistake, Bryan Keith is not finished. Not by a long shot."

"And neither is whoever is pulling his strings,” Sterling noted. “This thing with Bandido goes deeper than a simple bounty. I can feel it."

Inside the ring, Bandido looked down at Komander, still recovering on the canvas. He crouched beside him, checking on him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Komander slowly nodded that he was okay.

Bandido stood, looking toward the entrance one more time before turning back to Top Flight. A silent acknowledgment passed between them.

The trap had failed. This time at least.

The camera finds the coliseum's food hall, a cavernous stone chamber tucked somewhere beneath the main arena. It is lit by the same flickering torches as everything else in Parts Unknown but here we find long wooden tables that stretch across the floor and vendors of various species and sizes man stalls along the walls selling things that range from delicious to suspicious.

Things seem to be running as normal. Customer wait in line and get their food before walking to one of the tables to have a seat and enjoy (or not enjoy) their food.

That is until The Outrunners arrive.

They burst through the entrance at full speed, not because anyone is chasing them at this particular moment, but simply because walking is apparently not something they do. Turbo Floyd skids to a stop in the middle of the hall, hands on his hips, chest heaving as he slowly surveys the room with wide, delighted eyes. Truth Magnum stops beside him and appears equally mesmerized.

“TRUTH!”

“TURBO!”

“DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE?”

“BROTHER… I BELIEVE I DO!”

They stand in reverent silence for approximately one full second before simultaneously exploding into motion. Truth Magnum sprints toward the nearest vendor stall, slamming both palms down on the counter and startling the man working behind it nearly out of his stool. "HEY BUDDY! WHAT'S THE PROTEIN CONTENT ON THAT?" He points aggressively at the purple substance being ladled into bowls.

The vendor simply stares with confusion.

"The PROTEIN, my friend!” Truth insists. “Grams per serving! This is important information!"

The vendor slowly looks down at the purple substance and then back up at Truth Magnum with an expression that suggests this question has never been asked in the entire history of this establishment.

Meanwhile across the hall, Turbo Floyd has already spotted his target. A broad, heavyset coliseum worker is sitting alone at a table eating what appears to be some kind of stew. Turbo slides into the seat across from him without invitation, slamming his elbow down on the table between them. “ARM WRESTLE. YOU AND ME. RIGHT NOW. LET'S GO."

The worker looks up from his stew slowly.

"Don't be shy! Turbo Floyd doesn't bite! Well… actually sometimes he does but only during competition!" The worker looks at Turbo's arm on the table. Then at Turbo's face. Then back at his stew as if weighing whether it is worth the trouble. "I'll take that as a YES, baby!"

He grabs the worker's hand and begins the contest entirely on his own, providing his own countdown. "Three! Two! One! GO!"

Kevin Knight rounds the corner into the food hall at a full sprint. He skids to a stop just inside the entrance, breathing hard, hands on his knees, scanning the room frantically. His eyes land on Truth Magnum still interrogating the vendor who now appears to have produced some kind of ancient ledger and is genuinely attempting to calculate the nutritional information of purple stew from scratch. Then his eyes land on Turbo Floyd arm wrestling a coliseum worker who did not consent to this activity. “Oh no,” he says to himself.

Dalton Castle strolls in behind him, completely unhurried, adjusting his jacket as he takes in the scene in front of him. “Ooooh yes!”

“Don’t.”

“I’m just merely observing.”

"You have a look on your face."

“I have many looks. You’ll have to be more specific.”

“It looks like trouble.”

“I call it… FASCINATION!”

Truth Magnum suddenly whirls around from the vendor stall and spots them both. His face erupts into an enormous grin. “HEY FELLAS! COME ON OVER HERE! YOU WON’T BELIEVE THIS!” Truth Magnum reaches back and grabs the ancient ledger from the vendor, who releases it without argument because he has clearly decided none of this is worth fighting over. Truth Magnum holds it open and thrusts it toward Knight. “THIRTY GRAMS PER SERVING!?”

Dalton Castle leans in over Knight's shoulder to examine the ledger with genuine interest. “He’s right. I don’t believe it. That’s quite impressive.”

From across the hall, Turbo Floyd suddenly lets out a triumphant roar. He has won the arm wrestling contest. The coliseum worker sits across from him, rubbing his now sore arm. Turbo leaps up onto the able, throwing both arms into the air. "THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT BABY! UNDEFEATED! THE STREAK CONTINUES! WHO'S NEXT?" He looks around the hall with his arms wide open but everyone seems to be trying their best to not make eye contact. "NOBODY? NOBODY WANTS SOME? THAT'S FINE! THEN IT'S TIME FOR PHASE TWO!"

“Phase two… oh dear…” Knight worries aloud. He didn’t want to know what phase two was but is about to find out anyway.

Turbo leaps down from the table and claps his hands together twice. “ALRIGHT EVERYBODY LISTEN UP! TURBO FLOYD IS ABOUT TO CHANGE YOUR LIVES! WE ARE DOING A WARM UP! RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW! EVERYBODY ON YOUR FEET! LET'S GO! LET'S GO! LET'S GO!"

Nobody moves.

"I SAID LET'S GO! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! ON YOUR FEET! MAXIMUM VELOCITY STARTS NOW!"

Slowly, a handful of the people in the hall obliged, standing up from their seats. Truth Magnum takes position beside his partner, mirroring his stance. Together they begin leading the most unwilling warm up session in the history of any dimension. "JUMPING JACKS! LET'S GO! ONE! TWO! ONE! TWO!"

The assembled crowd of confused customers and workers begin a deeply uncoordinated attempt at jumping jacks. Kevin Knight watches all of this from the entrance with his mouth slightly open. From beside him comes the sound of Dalton Castle shrugging off his jacket. “Don’t you dare..”

“Physical fitness is important, Kevin.”

“DALTON!”

But Dalton Castle has already stepped forward, rolling up his sleeves with the focused energy of a man about to do something absolutely committed. He finds himself a space between two of the customers and begins joining in on the jumping jacks. Truth Magnum expresses his delight when he notices. "YEAH BABY! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! GIVE IT UP FOR THE NEW GUY!"

A smattering of confused applause ripples through the food hall. Dalton Castle nods graciously as if receiving a standing ovation while Knight buries his head in his palm in a mixture of disgust and disappointment.

Elsewhere backstage, Rey Fenix stands with his back against the wall, arms folded, watching the corridor ahead of him. He doesn't have to wait long.

Ricochet rounds the corner and stops dead when he sees Fenix blocking his path. For just a fraction of a second, something flickers behind his eyes. “Oh.. Fenix.. Hey…”

Fenix doesn’t move and doesn’t seem pleased to see the man who will be his partner in just mere moments.

“Uhh,” Ricochet addresses the awkwardness. “You waiting for something or someone…”

“Yeah… you.”

“Oh, right. Okay… you ready for this?”

Fenix finally pushes off the wall, stepping forward just enough to close some of the distance between them. “Tonight. We’re partners. I don’t trust you.”

“I mean… come on… can’t you let bye gones be bye gones?”

“You attacked me.”

“Water under the bridge, my man! Nothing personal.”

“Everything in that ring is personal.”

Ricochet exhales slowly through his nose, rolling his neck once before meeting Fenix's eyes again. "Look… tonight is tonight. Brody King and Ricky Starks in that ring together? You really think either one of them is thinking about anything other that. I want to make a statement just as much as they do and you do heading into that tournament, baby. You don’t gotta worry about me.”

“Ok. But if you pull something tonight… anything… whatever… Brody King does to you… will feel like nothing compared to what I’m gonna do to you. Understand me?”

Ricochet gulps. “Yeah… I got you.”

“Good.” Fenix then pats Ricochet on the shoulder. “See you out there.”

Ricochet & Rey Fenix vs. Brody King & Ricky Starks

Fenix and Starks start things off. The opening exchange is fast and technical, neither man giving an inch as they trade holds and counters in quick succession. Starks tries to slow things down, wrenching Fenix into a side headlock, but Fenix spins out of it, rebounds off the ropes, and takes Starks down with a sharp arm drag that sends him sliding across the canvas.

Starks pops back up, straightening his gear with a forced casualness that doesn't quite hide his irritation while Fenix tags in Ricochet. The two exchange a brief, wordless look as Ricochet steps through the ropes.

Ricochet keeps the pace high, using his speed to keep Starks off balance, hitting a quick dropkick and following with a standing shooting star press that draws a reaction from the crowd…

One!

Two!

Starks kicks out! He then immediately rolls to the corner and tags in King.

The Hell Hound enters the ring and barks at Ricochet, who takes a couple steps backward, clearly intimidated by the beast of a man. And… he turns and quickly tags in Rey Fenix, clearly not wanting anything to do with King. The crowd reacts with a mixture of laughter and disapproval as Ricochet leans casually against the turnbuckle, suddenly very interested in adjusting his wristband. Fenix stares at him and shakes his head as he enters the ring.

"Ricochet wanted no part of Brody King and he made absolutely no effort to hide it,” Excalibur points out. “And now Rey Fenix has to deal with the consequences of his partner's decision."

Fenix doesn't wait for King to come to him. He darts forward immediately, firing a sharp kick to King's thigh. Then another. Then a third, working low and fast, trying to chop the big man down before he can establish any kind of footing. King absorbs the first two with a grunt. The third one makes him take a half step to the side.

Fenix hits the ropes.

Springboard crossbody!

King catches him.

For just a moment Fenix hangs there suspended in King's grip, trying to twist free. King looks almost bored as he adjusts his hold and drives Fenix spine-first into the corner with a thunderous running powerslam.

"And just like that, Brody King reminds everyone in this building exactly why he was the first man confirmed for the Celestial Championship Tournament."

King continues to dominate and goes for a pinfall after a Chokebomb on Fenix.

One!

Two!

The - KICKOUT!

King doesn't even blink. He hauls Fenix back to his feet and drives him into the heel corner, tagging in Starks. The two exchange positions smoothly, King holding Fenix in place just long enough for Starks to come in with a sharp forearm to the jaw.

Starks takes over, working Fenix with quick, precise offense. A snap DDT. A tight chinlock that he wrenches back whenever Fenix begins to stir. He tags King back in after a minute, then back out again a moment later, the two of them cutting the ring cleanly in half and keeping Fenix isolated from his corner.

From the apron, Ricochet watches. His expression is difficult to read. He claps his hands together twice, holding them out toward Fenix, calling for the tag.

Eventually, Fenix is able to create some separation with a desperate enziguri on Starks that sends him stumbling sideways into the ropes. The crowd comes alive as Fenix crawls toward his corner, reaching out toward Ricochet's outstretched hand.

Ricochet leans in.

The tag is made.

Ricochet comes in hot, using his speed to immediately shift the momentum. A springboard arm drag sends Starks across the ring. A running shooting star press on King as he comes through the ropes draws a roar from the crowd. For a moment the match opens up completely, all four men finding themselves in different corners of the ring trying to reset. The crowd comes alive as Fenix crawls toward his corner, reaching out toward Ricochet's outstretched hand.

Ricochet leans in.

TAG!

Ricochet comes in hot, using his speed to immediately shift the momentum. A springboard arm drag sends Starks across the ring. A running shooting star press on King as he comes through the ropes draws a roar from the crowd. For a moment the match opens up completely, all four men finding themselves in different corners of the ring trying to reset.

Ricochet measures Starks across the ring.

He charges in.

Starks sidesteps.

Ricochet puts the brakes on, spins around…

Starks grabs him by the back of the head and drives him face first into the top turnbuckle!

Ricochet staggers backward, dazed.

King is already waiting.

GONZO BOMB!

No! Ricochet slips out behind him! He shoves King forward into the ropes! King bounces back…

RICOCHET DUCKS!

King runs straight into a SUPERKICK FROM FENIX on the apron!

King stumbles!

Ricochet rolls him up from behind!

One!

Two!

Starks dives in to break it up!

Fenix launches himself off the top rope with a crossbody to intercept Starks! Both men crash to the canvas and roll through the ropes to the floor! The crowd erupts as Ricochet and King are the only two left in the ring, both scrambling back to their feet. Ricochet is up first and scores with a BICYCLE KNEE to King that takes the big man down!

Ricochet climbs the ropes…

630 SENTON!

NO! KING ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!

Ricochet slowly staggers to his feet…

BIG BOOT!

Brody King lifts Ricochet up onto his shoulders… but Ricochet rakes the eyes! King staggers, releasing his grip as Ricochet drops down behind him. Ricochet shoves King forward into the ropes. King bounces back toward him…

Ricochet sidesteps.

King barrels straight into Fenix on the apron, sending him crashing hard off the apron down to the floor below! Ricochet watches as Fenix hits the floor hard, and simply shrugs his shoulder saying “oops” before he turns around…

RICKY STARKS CHARGES IN OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A SPEAR TO RICOCHET!

Starks yanks Ricochet back up and tosses him over to King, who has shaken off the cobwebs and lifts Ricochet up.. GONZO BOMB!

One!

Two!

Three!

Brody King & Ricky Starks defeats Ricochet & Rey Fenix by pinfall at 15:02

The bell rings as Starks immediately springs to his feet, arms shooting out wide, soaking in the moment. He lets out a sharp, triumphant laugh before turning toward King, reaching down to grab his wrist and lift his arm in victory.

King looks down at Starks' hand on his wrist.

Then up at Starks.

He pulls his arm away.

He steps through the ropes and simply walks away.

Starks stands alone in the ring for a moment, arm still partially raised from the attempted celebration, smile frozen on his face. He looks out at the crowd. Then toward the ramp where King is already halfway up the stairs without so much as a backward glance. Starks drops his arm down, adjusts his tights and then nods to himself confidently like this was always the plan. He points at nobody in particular and then follows King up the ramp, jogging slightly to close the gap between them while maintaining just enough composure to pretend he isn't jogging.

King doesn’t seem interested in waiting for Starks, but Ricky still jogs and catches up to him and begins trying to chat with King, who continues to ignore him much like you might try to ignore a gnat that won’t leave you alone.

We cut away from the Parts Unknown Coliseum to an establishing shot of a narrow street in what appears to be deep into the night. At the end of the street stands a building in a strip mall that clearly has seen better days. Outside the building there is no sign or markings, just a heavy steel door set into a once concrete wall. Above it, etched directly into the concrete itself rather than mounted or displayed, is the insignia of the Hand of Obsidian.

Ethan Page stands across the street from it with his jacket pulled up against the rain, his hands in his pockets. He stares at the door from a distance first, the way you look at something you've been avoiding all the while the rain soaks into his shoulders. Yet he seems unphased by it.

After a long moment, he crosses the street. He stands directly in front of the door now, close enough to reach out and touch it. He looks at the insignia above him before pushing the door open and walking in.

Inside the Hand of Obsidian dojo, it is quite clear that the room inside was built for entirely one purpose and that purpose was not enjoyment. The floors are dark hardwood, worn smooth and dark from decades of footwork. The walls are bare concrete, undecorated and unapologetic. Weapon racks line one side of the room with staffs, blades, and things without obvious names arranged with absolute precision. A banner across the front of the room reads: "OBEY THE HAND. BECOME THE WEAPON."

At the center of it, Leyla Hirsch is in the middle of a grueling drilling sequence. She moves through a series of grappling transitions with sharp, mechanical precision, her breathing controlled and measured despite the obvious physical demand of what she is doing. Her Gi is soaked through with sweat. Her expression reveals absolutely nothing. She has clearly been at this for a very long time.

Standing over her with her arms folded is Serena Deeb.

Deeb watches Hirsch with the focused detachment of someone inspecting machinery rather than observing a human being. Her eyes track every movement, every adjustment, every fraction of a degree of misalignment with the same flat, clinical attention. When Hirsch's left elbow drops a centimeter out of position on a transition, Deeb reaches out without a word and repositions it with two fingers. No praise follows. No acknowledgment that the correction was made. Just the silent expectation that it will not happen again.

Page stops just inside the doorway, water still dripping from his jacket, taking in the scene. He wasn't expecting anyone to be here at this hour. The surprise registers briefly on his face before his usual armor slides back into place.

“Close the door behind you,” Deeb acknowledges Page’s arrival without even looking up from Hirsch. Page turns back and closes the door. “You’re late.”

“I didn’t realize you were expecting me.” Page pauses for a moment as he watches Hirsch continue her drilling sequence. “Besides, it’s past midnight. I didn’t think anyone would even be here.”

Deeb finally turns and looks at Page for the first time. Her expression doesn't change in the slightest at the sight of him. It is neither warm nor hostile. “Because the best don’t stop when it gets late. They stop when the work is finished. But I guess you wouldn’t know anything about that, now would you, Ethan?”

Her eyes drift back to Hirsch for a moment, watching her complete another transition. Page watches Hirsch for a moment himself and can’t help but be impressed with her work ethic. So much so that he doesn’t even acknowledge Deeb’s condescending remark. “She’s good, eh?”

"She's exceptional. Every session. Every night. No excuses. No shortcuts. She’s putting in the work. Do you remember what that’s like, Ethan? To work?"

“I didn’t come here for a lecture.”

“Then why did you come here? Because you’ve run out of other ideas?”

The bluntness of it lands without apology. Page stares at her, a flash of genuine anger crossing his face before he wrestles it back somewhere below the surface. Deeb doesn't flinch. She doesn't even blink. Behind her, Hirsch has not slowed down once. She hasn't looked at Page either. She is completely sealed inside whatever internal world the drilling has taken her to.

“She’s my star student… much like we were both the star students of Sensei. Do you remember what that felt like?”

Ethan pauses.

Of course he remembers. How could he forget?

[Earth-919]
[Mississauga, Ontario, Canada]
[Several Years Ago]

The establishing shot reveals a large community recreation center that is not particularly different from any other building that exists in every suburb of every city in the world. A banner stretches across the entrance reading: “WORLD KARATE CHAMPIONSHIPS”

Inside, the main floor has been converted into a competition mat surrounded by tiered seating. The crowd is substantial and loud, packed with competitors, families, and supporters from dojos across the globe. A tournament bracket mounted on the far wall shows every other match has been decided.

Only one remains.

At one end of the mat, Mike Bailey bounces lightly on his feet, shaking out his hands, his Still Water Dojo Gi crisp and white. Beside him, Sensei Anthony Cade (played by Ralph Macchio) stands with his arms folded, calm and quiet, watching his student with the patient eyes of a man who has already done everything he can do and knows the rest belongs to Bailey alone.

At the other end, Ethan Page rolls his neck slowly, jaw set, already inhabiting the absolute certainty of someone who has never seriously considered losing. Behind him, the Hand of Obsidian contingent occupies an entire section of the seating. Sensei Craven (played by Martin Kove) sits at the center of them, back straight, expression unreadable, watching the mat with a focused intensity. Among them is also Serena Deeb, watching on with an equally unreadable expression.

The referee calls both competitors to the center of the mat.

They bow.

The match begins.

World Karate Championship Match
Mike Bailey vs. Ethan Page

Bailey is extraordinary from the opening exchange.

His speed is unlike anything Page has encountered across the entire tournament. He moves in quick, unpredictable bursts, scoring the first point with a crisp spinning heel kick that lands before Page can even register it is coming. Page resets, adjusting, trying to compensate for the speed disadvantage with timing and power. He manages to close the distance on Bailey's next attack, cutting him off and scoring a clean counter point that ties the match.

The score is now tied. 1-1.

The momentum swings back and forth across the next exchange, both men reading each other more carefully now, the crowd rising and falling with every near score. Bailey finds his opening first, a lightning fast combination that ends with a precise kick to the chest that the judges award unanimously.

Bailey takes the lead: 2-1. One point away from taking the trophy.

From the Hand of Obsidian section, Craven's expression doesn't change. But his eyes sharpen almost imperceptibly.

Page comes forward with everything he has. The next exchange is the most physical of the match, both men pushing the boundaries of the contact rules as the crowd noise reaches its peak. Page catches Bailey coming in and scores the equalizing point with a hard counter to the leg that sends Bailey stumbling sideways.

2-2. Next point wins.

But Bailey doesn't get back up immediately.

He is down on one knee, his right hand gripping his left leg just below the knee. The referee stops the match immediately as officials and Sensei Cade rush to Bailey's side. They crouch around him, the tournament physician pressing carefully along his leg as Bailey winces but waves them off. The physician looks up at the referee and shakes his head slightly. Cade crouches beside Bailey. "Mike. Listen to me. There is no shame in this. You have nothing left to prove today."

Bailey looks at him and then down to the mat before glancing up at the bracket on the wall. He shakes his head, refusing to give up. Cade studies him for a long moment. He sees something in his student's eyes that he recognizes. He nods once, slowly, and places a hand briefly on Bailey's shoulder before stepping back to allow him to rise.

Bailey hobbles back up to his feet, getting an appreciative response from the fans. He tests his weight on the leg, grimacing slightly but still standing. The referee checks in on him one more time but Bailey nods and the match continues.

At the other end of the mat, Page watches Bailey struggle to his feet. Something moves across his face that he doesn't quite manage to contain before Craven appears at his shoulder. The older man leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper. "The leg. Take it."

Page turns to look at Sensei Craven. There is a slight look of conflict in his eyes.

"One shot,” Craven says. “His left leg. End it."

Page stares at him for a moment, his eyes drifting back toward Bailey, who is shaking out his leg and resetting into his stance across the mat. He looks back at Craven. “But Sensei… that’s not…”

"It is necessary. And it is what separates winners from everyone else."

Page holds his gaze for a moment before nodding to his sensei and turning back to the mat.

The referee calls both competitors back to center. They bow once again before the match resumes.

The opening seconds of the final exchange are cautious, both men circling, neither committing. Bailey moves carefully, protecting his left leg instinctively, compensating with his footwork. Page watches him. Seemingly waiting for his moment to strike.

He feints high, drawing Bailey's attention upward, before dropping suddenly and seizing Bailey's injured leg with both hands. He drives his elbow down into it with vicious precision. Bailey cries out in pain as the crowd gasps. He drops to one knee as the crowd now voices their disapproval toward Page’s tactics. At the Still Water corner, Sensei Cade is on his feet, shouting his concern toward the officials.

The referee issues a warning to Page but does not disqualify him. No point awarded.

Page steps back and tries to ignore the now deafening reaction from the audience. He simply looks over to Sensei Craven who gives a knowing nod. No words were exchanged but clearly it was time for the killshot.

The pain on Bailey's face is undisguised now. He can barely put weight on the left leg. He sways slightly as he finds his footing, his breathing labored, his hands trembling just enough to be visible. The recreation center has gone almost completely silent, the crowd collectively holding its breath. He looks down at his leg before looking back up at Page on the other side of the mat.

And slowly… he lifts up his leg… assuming the Crane stance.

One leg raised. Arms out. Perfectly still.

Page stares at him. For just a fraction of a second before he lunges forward…

Bailey jumps…

The front kick connects flush with Page's chin, snapping his head back, sending him stumbling backward across the mat before he drops to the floor.

The judges confer for a moment…

And the point is awarded!

Mike Bailey defeats Ethan Page, 3-2, to win the World Karate Championship.

Bailey sinks to his knees on the mat, not from pain this time but from the sudden, overwhelming release of everything he has been carrying through every second of this match. Sensei Cade crosses the mat in long strides and drops to one knee beside him, pulling him into a brief, firm embrace that says everything words would only diminish. The Still Water contingent floods in around them, celebrating with the uncomplicated joy of people who believed in something and watched it pay off.

Across the mat, Page stands alone.

He stares at the celebration for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he looks down at his own hands. Slowly. Like he is seeing them clearly for the first time and isn't entirely sure he likes what he finds there.

Behind him, the Hand of Obsidian section is silent.

Craven watches the celebration with the same flat expression he has worn all evening. He says nothing. He simply stands, straightens his jacket, and turns to leave. The rest of the dojo falls in behind him without a word.

Deeb passes Page on her way out. She doesn't stop. She doesn't look at him.

She doesn't need to.

Page stands alone at the edge of the mat as the recreation center fills with sound around him, the celebration of the Still Water Dojo washing over everything.

He didn’t move for a long time.

Back to present day in the Hand of Obsidian dojo. Ethan Page is still standing just inside the doorway. Serena Deeb watches him from across the room, Hirsch still drilling behind her, completely undisturbed. “Do you remember now?”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, having relived the moments in his head. “I remember.”

“Good,” she watches Hirsch complete another transition, repositioning her elbow with two fingers. “Then we have somewhere to start.”

The camera cuts away from the dojo and back to the corridors of the Parts Unknown Coliseum. The stone walls are quieter here, further from the main arena, the roar of the crowd reduced to a distant hum.

Pagano and Psycho Clown are moving through one of these corridors. Pagano is animated, talking with his hands in rapid Spanish as they replay their loss last week to StratusStorm and how they can learn from their loss for the future.

As they round the corner, they find that the next hallway ahead is not empty.

Mortos stands at the far end, completely still, the torchlight casting deep shadows across the contours of his face. Luchasaurus looms beside him, equally motionless, his prehistoric silhouette filling the space from floor to ceiling.

Pagano and Psycho Clown exchange a look with one another. They don’t back down as Pagano slowly raises his hand in a cautious wave. "...Buenas noches?" he offers carefully. Psycho Clown tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing beneath the paint. He takes a half step forward, cracking his neck to one side, then the other. If there’s fear, it isn’t showing.

Mortos snorts while Luchasaurus cracks his knuckles and they begin to advance.

Pagano lowers his hand slowly, his expression shifting from cautious to defiant. He taps his own chest twice with his fist, then gestures between the two of them. “Nosotros no corremos (We don’t run),” he mutters.

Before the Beasts of Burden could reach them, it was PAGANO who charged first! He explodes forward with a wild forearm aimed straight at Mortos’ jaw… but Mortos doesn’t budge! Pagano barely has time to register it before Mortos grabs him by the throat with one hand and DRIVES him backward into the wall with crushing force.

Psycho Clown roars and rushes in, firing off rapid strikes into Mortos’ ribs and back, trying to break the grip but Luchasaurus is quickly there to pull Pyscho Clown off of Mortos. He grabs Psycho Clown by the throat and lifts him up off the ground with ease….

AND SLAMS HIM ONTO THE FLOOR with a devastating choke slam.

Pagano claws at Mortos’ wrist, fighting through it, refusing to go limp. He drives a knee up into Mortos’ midsection once… twice… a third time… and that gets Mortos to release his choke!

But as Pagano tries to catch his breath, Mortos ROCKS him with a headbutt!

Pagano collapses to a knee, dazed… but still trying to get back up to his feet. Across the hall, Psycho Clown rolls to his side, coughing, dragging himself up using the wall. His eyes lock onto Luchasaurus as he spits a streak of blood onto the stone. “Vámonos…” he growls before he charges, SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE SIDE OF THE WALL, but Luchasaurus CATCHES HIM in midair! For a brief second, Psycho Clown thrashes in his grip…

Before Luchasaurus TURNS AND DRIVES HIM BACK-FIRST INTO THE WALL with a sickening thud! The air leaves Psycho Clown’s body in an audible gasp as he crumples to the floor.

Meanwhile, Pagano staggers up to his feet while Mortos watches. He stumbles toward the beast and swings a wild forearm… KNEE to the midsection from Mortos…

He lifts Pagano up…

DESTINATION HELLHOLE THROUGH A NEARBY TABLE!

Psycho Clown crawls an inch… maybe two… before collapsing again. Right next to Pagano.

Luchasaurus steps over Psycho Clown without a glance. The two monsters walk down the corridor, disappearing into the shadows they came from, leaving the clowns broken and bruised on the floor. A message from Megasus clearly delivered.

Back to the ring, Arkady Aura steps into the ring with a microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Emissary of the Council of the Unknown… Jeremiah Evans!”

Evans makes his way down the stairs of the Gates of Olympus, clutching a large scroll under one arm and a second, smaller document under the other. He looks slightly more composed than usual tonight as he climbs into the ring and accepts the microphone from Arkady.

"Thank you, Arkady. As we find ourselves about one third of way through the first season here in Parts Unknown, the Council of the Unknown has completed its evaluation of every competitor who has stepped through these gates."

He sets the scroll down carefully on the mat and unrolls the smaller document, holding it up with both hands.

"Eight competitors have been deemed worthy. Eight names. Eight paths. One championship. The time has come to reveal the Celestial Championship Tournament bracket."

"The first quarter final match will see… BANDIDO… versus… RICKY STARKS."

A strong reaction from the crowd at the first matchup. Sterling on commentary immediately begins making his case for Starks while Excalibur notes that Bandido has been one of the most consistent performers in Parts Unknown since night one.

“The second match up will see…. MEGASUS…. Versus…. STATLANDER!”

Another big reaction as Excalibur mentions that whatever history that exists between those two women… we will get to see it come to head inside the ring in the first round of the tournament!

"The third quarter final match will see… BRODY KING… versus… REY FENIX."

A murmur moves through the crowd. Power against artistry. The immovable object against the irresistible force. Excalibur calls it the most physically compelling first round matchup on paper.

“And finally… the fourth quarter final match will see… RICOCHET… against the winner of tonight’s main event. Either PENELOPE FORD… OR TONI STORM!”

"Four matches. Eight competitors,” Mark Sterling recaps. “And somewhere at the end of all of it, the Celestial Championship finds its first champion. I have to say Excalibur… for once… I am genuinely at a loss for who walks out of this tournament with that title."

Evans carefully rolls the document back up, gives a small, slightly relieved nod to the crowd, and exits the ring. The brackets are set… with just one spot left to be determined. And that was up next.

{Parts Unknown Profile Spotlight on Penelope Ford}

Penelope Ford made her entrance first, moving down the stairs of The Gates of Olympus as Megasus walks out behind her, joined by Luchasaurus and Mortos. They stop at the top of the stairs, not joining Penelope as she elegantly makes her own descent. Instead, Megasus walks slightly to the left where a throne is waiting for her. She takes a seat, getting a good view of her herald as she prepares to go into battle. Luchasaurus and Mortos take position on either side of the chair.

From the Mouth of the Labyrinth, Toni Storm emerges to a thunderous reaction. She is still flaunting the barbedwire kendo stick she has carried with her since Episode Two and is joined by her assistant RJ City and her butler Luther. At ringside, she hands off her robe and kendostick to Luther before entering the ring.

"Shall we, darling?" she taunts Penelope as the match is about to get under way.

MAIN EVENT
Penelope Ford vs. Toni Storm (w/RJ City & Luther)

The match is hard fought from the opening bell, both women bringing genuine intensity to the contest. Ford uses her athleticism and aggression to keep Storm off balance early, grounding her with sharp takedowns and cutting off her attempts at momentum before they can build. Storm weathers the early storm, absorbing shots and waiting for her openings. Every time Storm tries to create space, Ford is already there - dragging her back down, snapping her into the canvas, refusing to let the veteran breathe.

However, Storm's veteran instincts take over in the middle stretch, her ring awareness allowing her to turn Ford's aggression against her, using the ropes, the angles, and the timing that only comes from years of experience. She rocks Ford with a running hip attack in the corner and follows with a snap DDT that gets the first meaningful near fall of the match.

One!

Two!

The.. NO! Ford kicks out!

The match swings back and forth through the closing stretch, both women digging deep. Ford nearly steals it with a sudden roll-up, using the ropes for leverage…

One!

Two!

No! The referee catches the use of the ropes and stops the count. Ford argues with him, allowing Toni to recover. Ford turns around…

HEADBUTT FROM STORM!

The cameras cut to backstage as Storm is mounting her comeback. Ricky Starks is pacing back and forth before he decides he needs to help. “I’m going out there,” he declares, but is immediately cut off by Brody King.
“No,” Brody stops Ricky with is arm extended. “You’re not going out there.”

“But…”

“Megasus’ orders. She has to do this on her own.”

Starks shakes his head and clearly disagrees. “Man, fuck that…”

He tries to go anyway but Brody grabs him and pushes him against the wall, restraining him. “Orders… are orders.”

Ricky struggles against Brody’s grip, but realizes it’s futile and stops resisting as we head back to the ring.

A rake to the eyes manages to turn the tables back into Ford’s favor once again before sending Toni into the corner and following up with a handspring back elbow into the corner! But Toni charges out of the corner with a lariat… but Ford does a MATRIX to avoid the lariat and then pops up with a CUTTER to lay out Storm!

Megasus watches on with approval as Ford makes the cover, hooking the far leg.

One!

Two!

Three!

NO!

Storm with the shoulder up at the last second!

Some frustration appears on Ford’s face as she grabs a handful of Toni’s hair and begins to pull her up…

COUNTER INTO THE BIG PACKAGE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE - NO! Ford kicks out!

Both women scramble to their feet but it’s Ford who takes a swing first, however Storm ducks… BACK SUPLEX to Ford! After a couple stomps to Ford’s back, she takes a handful of Penelope’s hair and pulls her over across her knee and delivers a sharp, mocking series of spankings, drawing a sharp reaction from the crowd as Ford recoils in disbelief and anger.

Ford stumbles away, humiliated and off-balance and Storm takes advantage… CUNT PUNT! Ford drops instantly, folding into the canvas.

Storm doesn’t waste a second.

She hauls Ford back up, hooks her…

STORM ZERO DRIVER!

Toni sits down on Penelops’ chest, hooking a leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Toni Storm defeats Penelope Ford by pinfall at 13:17.

The crowd celebrates as Storm rises, breathing hard, raising her own arm before the referee can do it for her. RJ City applauds enthusiastically from ringside while Luther gives his customary single dignified nod of approval.

Storm takes a moment, catching her breath, looking up at the open ceiling of the coliseum and the stars visible through it. She has fought her way into the Celestial Championship Tournament. The road that began with her being dismantled by Brody King in Episode One has led here.

She allows herself exactly one moment to feel it.

But then…



Megasus stands up from her throne at the top of the Gates of Olympus entrance. She descends the stairs slowly, flanked by Mortos and Luchasaurus on each side of her, making their way down to the ring. The Beasts climb the apron first, sitting down on the ropes to allow Megasus to enter the ring.

Storm stands in the center of it all, watching them come. She doesn't back into a corner. She doesn't look for an exit. She stands exactly where she is, chin up, and watches Megasus cross the ring toward her.

For the first time, the two women stand face to face.

Neither women speak. They just stare each other down… until Toni Storm offers up a small, but genuine, smile. She pats Megasus on the shoulder. A casual, somewhat dismissive pat, which seems to offend the taller woman, but she just watches as Toni simply walks by her and exits the ring.

"Toni Storm just looked a goddess in the eye,” Excalibur states, “and walked away on her own terms. I don't know if that was courage or strategy but either way…"

In the ring, Megasus watches the entrance where Storm disappeared. Her expression is unreadable for a moment. But then she turns toward her herald.

Penelope Ford is pulling herself up in the corner, using the ropes, still feeling the effects of the match. She straightens when she sees Megasus approaching, smoothing her expression into something composed and loyal, pushing the pain aside with practiced ease.

Megasus stops in front of her.

Ford looks up at her. There is something searching in her eyes beneath the composure. She cracks a smile as her eyes meet those of Megasus. Ford reaches up, grabbing her goddess’ legs to pull herself up to her knees.

Megasus takes her own hand and reaches down and gently places her palm across Penelope’s cheek. Tenderly she carresses Penelope's cheek as Ford's eyes soften. Her shoulders drop the tiniest fraction. The searching quality in her expression gives way to something that looks dangerously close to relief. She closes her eyes, enjoying the skin on skin contact.

Megasus then helps Penelope up to her feet. "My sweet Penelope," she whispers, barely caught by the microphones of the camera. "You... failed me tonight."

"I'm... sorry... my goddess..."

"I know," Megasus once again shows some tenderness as she brushes the hair out of Penelope's eyes. "But you know... failure is not an option."

SHE GRAB PENELOPE BY THE THROAT.

Penelope’s eyes grow wide but other than that she barely has time to react as Megasus lifts her up.. onto her shoulder's in a fireman's carry...

FATE'S DESCENT!

The crowd erupts in shocked boos as Ford bounces off the canvas, completely limp, the relief on her face replaced in an instant by the blank shock of someone who believed something completely and was proven completely wrong. Meanwhile, Megasus stands over her, looking down without expression.

Backstage, Ricky Starks is shown reacting with his own shock, trying to rush to the ring but is once again cut off by Brody King. “I warned you,” King reiterates from earlier. “This doesn’t end the way you thought.”

Back in the ring, Mortos and Luchasaurus move to Ford. Luchasaurus reaches down and lifts her effortlessly, pulling her upright and draping her over his shoulder. He steps through the ropes, joined by Mortos, carrying Penelope away from the ring, leaving Megasus alone in the ring.

She stares up at the Celestial Championship Tournament bracket still displayed on the screen above. She looks at it for a long moment while the Beasts of Burden ascends the stairs of the Gates of Olympus along with the fallen body of Penelope Ford dangling off of Luchasaurus’ shoulders.

"I don't know what Penelope Ford did to deserve that,” Excalibur says.

“I think it’s called tough love, Excalibur,” Mark Sterling adds.

“But one thing I do know… the other seven competitors in the tournament might have themselves a huge Megasus problem. They certainly got a clear preview of exactly what is waiting for them. And it all gets started… NEXT WEEK! We’ll see you next time on Parts Unknown!”

Episode 5’s credits begin to roll as Megasus continues to stand tall, alone in the ring, amidst the boos from the fans in the Coliseum.

​

 

[Stojy]

I just don't think this gets the credit it deserves. The writing is crisp, the over arching story is moving slowly but feels like it has a clear direction, and there's so much creativity and fun in here. Long story short, episode five, the first 90 minute special was another fun one. Admittedly, the opening scene caught me off guard with Megasus and Ford getting steamy, but for me, it felt crucial. Not only did it divulge some softness into the Megasus character behind the scenes, only to then show how cut throat she really is with punishing Ford when she failed in the main event. But it also revealed the chase of the crown of Erinyes. Early days, but again feels like this will be a big deal. Anyway, Megasus/Ford stuff was great throughout the episode, and Storm beating Ford in the main event makes sense. Even with the staredown afterwards, it feels like Storm/Megasus is the money match.

The tournament brackets for the Celestial title look good to. Whilst all the matches look good, Statlander/Megasus is the one I'm most looking forward to. Whilst Megasus/Storm feels like the money match, Stat has come across as a crucial character who knows more. Intrigued to see how this battle goes, and what impacts it has on the story being told. Also, Stat didn't seem overly impressed with The Council during her conversation with Evans. Just making note of that as I picked up a vibe that potentially The Council could become villains at some point.

Never in my life did I think I'd see a scene straight out of The Karate Kid/Cobra Kai in BTB. LOVED this. Page 'remembering' after his recent losses and apparently going on this journey now sounds like fun. And considering this is a TV show, we need some Page/Johnny Lawrence interactions at some point.

Starks as a character is interesting at this point. Irritating to King, obsessed with Ford. His reactions to the main event was definitely intriguing. Obviously questions remains whether he'll continue trying to be a lackey for King/Megasus or whether his loyalty will be with Ford, who he seems infatuated by. Another open ended question here which should make for fun character development/story.

And The Outrunners shit was good fun again here...

Can't really compliment you enough on this. It's so unique, a big over arching, interesting story, but then still enough wrestling/BTB stuff as well. Kind of hitting all the entertainment points for me.

 

[Ry Guy]

I just don't think this gets the credit it deserves. The writing is crisp, the over arching story is moving slowly but feels like it has a clear direction, and there's so much creativity and fun in here. Long story short, episode five, the first 90 minute special was another fun one. Admittedly, the opening scene caught me off guard with Megasus and Ford getting steamy, but for me, it felt crucial. Not only did it divulge some softness into the Megasus character behind the scenes, only to then show how cut throat she really is with punishing Ford when she failed in the main event. But it also revealed the chase of the crown of Erinyes. Early days, but again feels like this will be a big deal. Anyway, Megasus/Ford stuff was great throughout the episode, and Storm beating Ford in the main event makes sense. Even with the staredown afterwards, it feels like Storm/Megasus is the money match.

The tournament brackets for the Celestial title look good to. Whilst all the matches look good, Statlander/Megasus is the one I'm most looking forward to. Whilst Megasus/Storm feels like the money match, Stat has come across as a crucial character who knows more. Intrigued to see how this battle goes, and what impacts it has on the story being told. Also, Stat didn't seem overly impressed with The Council during her conversation with Evans. Just making note of that as I picked up a vibe that potentially The Council could become villains at some point.

Never in my life did I think I'd see a scene straight out of The Karate Kid/Cobra Kai in BTB. LOVED this. Page 'remembering' after his recent losses and apparently going on this journey now sounds like fun. And considering this is a TV show, we need some Page/Johnny Lawrence interactions at some point.

Starks as a character is interesting at this point. Irritating to King, obsessed with Ford. His reactions to the main event was definitely intriguing. Obviously questions remains whether he'll continue trying to be a lackey for King/Megasus or whether his loyalty will be with Ford, who he seems infatuated by. Another open ended question here which should make for fun character development/story.

And The Outrunners shit was good fun again here...

Can't really compliment you enough on this. It's so unique, a big over arching, interesting story, but then still enough wrestling/BTB stuff as well. Kind of hitting all the entertainment points for me.

I agree. This is a really good BTB and I’m really interested to see where it goes.