Back in Amalie Arena,

Things are starting to go from worse to ugly, as the Red Wings up the pressure put on the poor Lightning. That is...until Dylan Larkin acts. He remembers Galchenyuk's words and jumps to his feet in a fury. He hops onto the ice and turns to Pavel Datsyuk, as Dekeyser returns without Vladdy.

"I'm done with this team! I'm done with you! I may not have a lightning bolt on my chest, but I am going to help them out!"

Datsyuk hops onto the ice and skates up to Larkin, who bravely stands looking at the veteran, alternate captain. "Larkin, you child!" He cross-checks Larkin in the chest and sends the rookie stumbling backward. "Bite your tongue! Remember your family... your dear brother... surely you don't want harm to come to them."

Larkin swallows his fear and shoves Datsyuk back with all his strength. "Leave me and my family alone! If Galchenyuk stood up to his best friend, I can stand up to a player I once respected, but who now threatens me and my family!"

"Bad mistake Larkin!" Datsyuk growls, wiping blood from his lip. He swings his stick at Larkin, connecting with his legs and sending him to the ice.

Galchenyuk rushes over with Drouin at his side as Datsyuk pounces on top of his rookie. They skid to a halt as Larkin shoves him off and gets to his skates.

"I'm done Pavel!" Larkin snaps and turns away. He looks at Galchenyuk and Drouin and smiles. "I did it! Thanks Chucky! You've really inspired me! It felt so good to stand up to Pavel Datsyuk!"

Galchenyuk reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder. "No one should endure the abuse you suffered. I'm proud of you."

Datsyuk scrambles to his feet and barks at Abdelkader. "Get Markov on the phone! Tell him to kill Colin Larkin!"

Larkin suddenly gasps and spins around. "NO!"

Brian Boyle zooms over toward the bench, where Abdekader is standing on the ice, taking his phone out. Boyle skids to a halt at once and unleashes a powerful punch to the Red Wing goon's face, sending him falling backward into the boards. He hits his head and is knocked unconscious. Boyle snorts, cracking his neck.

The phone falls to the ice, ringing and Boyle stomps on it with his skate. "No one's getting hurt, Pavel, except your team!"

Datsyuk boils with anger.

Larkin freezes in shock as Boyle skates up to the furious Red Wing, who clenches a fist and aims at the Lightning player, who easily throws his hand up and blocks the blow. "Let's play hockey Pavel..." He shoves Datsyuk's arm down and glares at him sternly. "And you don't know how badly I wanted to punch that chickenshit!"

Galchenyuk looks at Drouin, who claps his hands with amusement and then he looks at the bench to see Nikita and TJ sharing a sweet smile with one another before TJ hugs Nikita close to him.

The game continues on as Abdelkader slowly recovers and returns to action, going at Boyle, who challenges him and Larkin soon purposefully trips up one of his own players, leading to an Alex Killorn goal from TJ and Nikita that shocks everyone in the building including the small Lightning forward, TJ.

"HOW--?" TJ gasps as he smashes together with Nikita and Killorn. "Vladdy and Yzerchuk are gone, I don't understand?"

A voice enters TJ's head suddenly. Don't worry Tyler, the Hockey Gods are looking out for you and your team. Also, it's time Vladdy knew the truth about who he is! Tell him Wayne Gretzky says hi!

TJ shakes his head and looks around. "Wayne Gretzky? What...?"

"Wayne Gretzky, TJ? Are you loopy?" Killorn asks. "Come on! We beat the Wings in Game 1 without Vladdy or Yzerchuk! It's a miracle!"

"No, it's the Hockey Gods!" TJ remarks, smiling and looks up at the ceiling. "Vladdy's gonna be okay! We need to end this game and we need to pummel some Red Wings! Meaning, it's Killer time! Let's dagger 'em and end this!"

They head to the bench and sit down. Soon the clock winds down to the noise of Amalie Arena. And suddenly Detroit looks shaken and scared.

"YEAH! GET SOME, YOU PUSSIES!!" Boyle shouts out, standing up and leaning over the railing of the bench.

"YOUR MOM!" Drouin tacks on.

Boyle spins around and they high-five each other.

Pavel rallies his troops, trying to communicate over the noise of the roaring crowd. The game carries on as Abdelkader continues to target the happy-go-lucky Bolts. And as one minute comes around, Boyle flays Abdelkader into the boards with a super heavy hit.

****

Back in the garage of the Marriott,

In the air, the hockey stick glows blue, undergoing the familiar transformation as it morphs from the hockey stick into the sparking, lively blue lightning bolt. Vladdy then lowers the sparking bolt in his bound hands. He musters his strength and with a yank, snaps the rope binding his wrists together.

Carle spits on the ground in anger and he spins Yzerchuk in his hand, before he points it out threateningly at the Canadien. "Vladislav, your team may be doing something, but they'll NEVER score!"

"You obviously never paid attention to the team then Carle," a voice chuckles from the entrance of the garage.

"Stammer!" Dani exclaims. "STAMMER!"

Steven Stamkos steps into view with Anton Stralman at his side. They stop a few feet from the chairs.

Carle looks at him and smirks demonically, "Stammer...and Stralsy! How nice of you to show up?"

"You really have a bad habit of messing with my team, Carle," Steven snaps. "It's not enough for you to try and then when you don't succeed and get benched, you throw a temper tantrum worse than Nikita Kucherov when Drouin takes his cookies!"

"Cooper should've played me more!"

"You should've tried more!" Stralman snaps. "It was your bonehead, lack of consistent talent that earned you the bench!"

Steven adds on, "You betrayed our team, but we never betrayed you! You befriended Habs and started all of this. You told Montreal about Yzerchuk and then you kidnapped TJ and Vladdy and now you've gone and are threatening to kill Pally? When will you and Montreal learn that's not going to solve anything?"

"This all started because of you not trying and living up to that contract you signed with us!" Stralman snarls, limping forward.

"Tampa treated me like shit! And Montreal's treated me WAY better!" Carle growls. "And without Vladdy and Yzerchuk in Amalie, your team will fail!"

"Think again Carle, I know when my team will score and...they just scored!" Vladdy remarks as he feels the energy flood through him and surge out through the blade of Yzerchuk. Lightning sparks from the tip of the hockey stick and strikes Carle right in the chest, sending him flying backward.

Ondrej gasps in shock and muffles something behind the tape.

Vladdy keeps his pose just in case but after ten minutes, Yzerchuk transforms back into the hockey stick and Vladdy drops his hands to his sides, seeing Matt Carle, lifeless and smoking from the lightning strike. He darts forward and checks the unconscious body, finding no pulse. He gasps in stunned shock, "I killed him! I'm not a killer though! I just meant to stun him! Not kill him!"

"Vladdy, Vladdy it's okay, just get us out and let's get out of here!" Dani calls out.

"Yeah, Vladdy you only did what was necessary, you didn't mean to kill him, it just happened," Stralman says, calmly as Steven nods.

"It's okay, you didn't mean it," Steven says.

Vladdy steps back and nods. He bolts over and rips the tape from Ondrej's mouth and then gets to work on freeing them both from the ropes with Steven and Stralman's help. The captain focuses on Dani, untying the last knot from her.

She jumps up instantly and throws her arms around him. "Thanks Stammer! Good timing!"

"Vladdy," Ondrej says. "It's okay. It really is. You didn't intend to kill him, but you did. But you saved me and that's all that matters. It's going to be okay."

Vladdy unties the last knot from Ondrej now and is joined by the limping Stralman, who puts a hand on the Czech player's shoulder and smiles at him. "Let's get out of here!"

"Not so fast!" a voice snaps, halting the five of them in place.

Vladdy grips Yzerchuk in his hands as he finds himself looking at Pavel Datsyuk, who is in the middle of Justin Abdelkader and Niklas Kronwall, who have a bound and gagged Nikita Kucherov and Tyler Johnson in their grips.

"It's not over until I say it is Namestnikov!" Pavel snarls.