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L!GHTS OUT #31

DAR Constitution Hall

Washington D.C.

3,700

Desktop 1920 x 1080

WELCOME TO THE SHOW

[Washington DC was soon rocking to Dallas Moore's rebellious outlaw beat.]

 

FINE KENTUCKY BOURBON AND A DOUBLE SHOT OF COCAINE.

A LITTLE BIT OF SMOKE AND A LOT OF GASOLINE.

SAD OLD SONGS FROM A RUSTY OLD SIX-STRING.

NINETY-THOUSAND MILES ON A TWO-THOUSAND ROAD KING.

 

I WAS BORN TO RUN. I WAS BORN TO TRAVEL.

ANOTHER DAY OF LIFE, “RAISIN’ HELL AND SLINGIN’ GRAVEL”.

 

[Fat Saul idled through the curtain, his pipe dangled in a huge smile that, momentarily, pinched his nose up and squinted his eyes. Those blues twinkled under the stage lights. Excited, but exhausted. Clean. His hair and beard trimmed and combed. Denim overalls over a white T-shirt. House shoes. All of it topped with his signature fedora. And, of course, he has a microphone in hand.]

 

FAT SAUL

The Battleground is in our Nation's Capital tonight, y'all!

 

[The crowd cheered in anticipation as Saul continued, starting his journey to the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

Welcome to Lights Out! It is Semifinals Night!

 

[Saul stopped frequently, shaking hands and kissing babies.]

 

FAT SAUL

The Crown of the King Cobra is narrowin’ to one helluva finish, y'all and we gonna see two of the last three matches, right here, tonight.

 

[Saul gets to the foot of the ramp and walks around the far side of the ring. Stopping near the top right corner, the camera zooms in on him as he poses for a picture with a group of new friends in the front row.]

 

FAT SAUL

Michael Kelly returns to the Battleground, challengin’ Kaven Drell for the Union Battleground War Horse Championship.

 

“KILL! DRELL! KILL!”

 

FAT SAUL

My boy, Flash Kassidy will be in action. The seven-foot monster Phantom debuts against Karnivall.

 

[Saul rolls to stop at his table and, as the music fades out, he empties his pockets. The usual, bottles of water and his notepad. Adjusting his bibs, he then takes a seat and gets situated.]

 

FAT SAUL

All of this and more, including a word with three of the four semifinalists, exclusively on Battleground Network! Y'all can keep up with all of the @Union_Battle action and catch up with the Crown of the King Cobra by following @BattlegroundNet on Twitter.

 

[The crowd cheers as the social media graphics flash on the big screen above the stage. Likely, full screen on the stream.]

 

FAT SAUL

What a night we have lined up and we haven't had a chance to discuss Alex Kincaid taking on Kira Izumi. It looks like Dempsey is ready in the ring, let's just get right to it...

MIKE DEMPSEY
The following battle is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing 5’11” and weighing in at 230 pounds, from Bearing, Alberta, Canada, he is “The Bullet King” Alex Kincaid!

 

[The grinding opening notes to Hands like Houses "I Am" come over the speakers and the lights dim, with blue and white spotlights surfing over the heads of the people in the audience. From the back, Alyssa Kincaid is the first through the curtain. She stands at the top of the aisle and shouts out to the people, before raising her hand and pointing toward the back.]

 

FAT SAUL

To think this all started over a misunderstandin’, stemmin’ from Kincaid's very first match here...

 

[A moment later, Alex Kincaid whips through the curtain. He stands at the top of the ramp and slowly walks to one side, staring up to the audience before making his way back the other way. He then throws out a bunch and storms toward the ring, with Alyssa slapping hands with the people as they reach out for them.]



YOU'RE ONE OF A THOUSAND VOICES,
IN MY HEAD THEY ALL JUST SOUND THE SAME.
IF MINE NEVER MADE A DIFFERENCE,
IT WON'T MAKE THE MEANING CHANGE!


[By now they’ve reached ringside. He completes a full lap of the ring, slapping hands with a few DC fans while he nervously stares at the ring. Then he suddenly darts away from the crowd, leaping onto the apron and holding himself against the ropes. He stands and slips inside, watching his wife take position in his corner as he hops up to the middle buckle.]

 

FAT SAUL

We haven't see much of Kincaid since his match with Owen Gonsalves last June. He looks fantastic tonight...

 

[He raises one hand high in the air - envisioning that mythical brass ring floating above his head - before he hops down and pulls off the leather vest he wears. He tosses it to his wife and begins stretching against the ropes, uncertainty in his eyes as he prepares once again to face perhaps his greatest rival in Union Battleground.]

 

FAT SAUL

Be sure to keep up with Alex Kincaid on Twitter, request to follow @RunMyRing.

 

MIKE DEMPSEY
And his opponent, standing 6’ even and weighing in at 200 pounds, from Shinhidaka, Hokkaido, Japan, representing the AWF, he is Kira Izumi!



UCHIAKERARENAI DARE MO SHINIRARENAI DARE MO KARE MO...


[Kira comes out from the back along with Kirito shortly following him. He makes an “X” sign with his arms as he starts singing along with the song. Kira walks down the ramp way slapping hands with his fans and walking around the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

Just as the Kincaids did moments ago, here comes Kira and his misses...


[Kira slaps the steps as he makes up through the ropes and up onto the middle rope. He stands tall and makes an “X” again with his arms before he looks around at the fans.]

 

FAT SAUL

Be sure to follow @AWA_KiraIzumi on Twitter to keep up with Kira off of the Battleground.

 

[He repeats this process at the other three corners before he walks to the middle of the ring and takes off his Oni mask. He spits out his blood mist before he turns around and points towards the logo on the back of his jacket. After that he walks to his corner where he waits for the match to start.]

 

FAT SAUL

Referees callin’ for the bell here…

 

[DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

First match of the night, and y'all, the tension is testin’ the seams of this buildin’.


[The bell sounds inside the DAR Constitution Hall and the two longtime rivals face each other down across the ring. They take the center, with Kira jawing at Kincaid and threatening him. Kincaid seems troubled by the latest confrontation. He frowns and follows Kira out to the middle of the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

Look at this, y'all; Kira is intense. Kincaid is focused.

 

[Both men start talking trash, tempers growing and an excited buzz starting to build in the audience.]

 

FAT SAUL

And, here we go…

 

[The inevitable explosion occurs with a snapping right hand from Kira! Kincaid throws one of his own! Then Kira! Then Kincaid! Both men are throwing shots and it’s a hockey fight inside the Union Battleground arena! Suddenly, Kincaid puts a hand on Kira’s chest and desperately shoves him backward into the ropes to make some space. Kira uses the momentum and comes back, with Kincaid still doubled over trying to catch his breath and drives his knee directly into the side of The Bullet Kings head!]

 

FAT SAUL

He couldn't make any space on the inside, so, to the outside he goes...

 

[Alex rolls to the floor, dazed and seeing stars as Kira follows him outside. The referee shouts at both men to get back inside, but it’s a lost cause as they’re brawling on the floor. Kincaid tries to push Kira back but he’s never been able to outbrawl his rival and tonight proves to be no exception. Kira grabs an irish whip and sends him smashing into the barricade! Kincaid comes off holding his shoulder and Kira grabs him, snarling at him in guttural Japanese and hurling him headfirst into the ring post!]

 

FAT SAUL

From the barrier to the post, Kincaid's gettin’ banged up out here.


[The referee - have been taken aback by the sudden explosion of violence immediately after the bell - is only now beginning a count. Kira looks up at him and then his fallen opponent, grabbing him and dragging him up to his feet. He rolls Kincaid back into the ring and heads inside.]

 

FAT SAUL

Goin’ to the outside is fine, but they have to keep on one another or the referee will count ...both men back inside…

 

[Kincaid has managed to half sit up and Kira takes position behind him, lacing one leg around his midsection and then throwing a sharp downward elbow that impacts hard across Kincaid’s jaw. From this grounded abdominal stretch position he throws another elbow to the side of his head.]

 

FAT SAUL

Not only is Kira crankin’ on him, Kincaid is catchin’ those elbows right on the button...


 

[Kincaid struggles to release from the hold, bringing himself fully upright, but Kira changes strategy and instead throws the next shot directly down onto the top of his head! Kincaid wilts under the force of the blow and falls to the canvas, where Kira drives his forearm into the bridge of his nose and makes an aggressive cover!]


...One!
 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL
No! A defiant Kincaid kicks out at one early in the contest.

 

[Kincaid throws an arm up right into Kira’s face to shove him back. Kira shakes his head at the defiance and gets to his feet, allowing Kincaid to struggle up to his own feet on shaky legs from the devastating early attack. He grabs Kincaid by the head and slowly... winds... back his right hand, before slamming it into the bridge of his nose!]

 

FAT SAUL and THE CROWD

OH!

 

[Kincaid stays on his feet and Kira pulls back another, launching another punch jackhammer hard into his nose!]

 

FAT SAUL

Kira's rearrangin’ Kincaid's face in there!

 

[Kincaid drops again and Kira falls onto him, wrapping his hand around Kincaid's throat and blatantly choking him in front of the referee! The referee starts a five count as Alyssa Kincaid shouts to him on the outside to break them up. Kira uses every second of the five count, letting go a moment before the referee would call for the bell.]

 

FAT SAUL

Milkin’ the punishment ...Kira let go!

 

[Kira stands up and wipes his messy hair from his face, looking slightly amused at the referee as he shouts at him about how he’s going to get disqualified. Kira shrugs in his face, which draws a bit of laughter from the crowd, as Kincaid crawls his way back into the corner to a seated position.]

 

FAT SAUL

Ol’ Saul just don't see Kira bein’ all too worried about a disqualification. Kira is gonna rip Kincaid's face off here...


[Kira moves in and scrapes his boot across the other mans face. He pulls back and does it again, each time scraping his instep violently across Kincaid's head and snapping it to the right. Then he charges across the ring and blasts him with a brutal low kick to the side of his head! Kincaid lays there, eyes glassy, with Alyssa screaming at the referee to make sure her husband is okay. Kira slowly steps back to the middle and stares at Kincaid. He draws it out, letting the other man know what’s coming before he backs up and goes to charge across the ring for another blow…]

 

FAT SAUL

Kira comin’ full-speed!

 

[But this time Kincaid moves! At the last second he dives forward and rolls out of the corner. Kira’s foot bounces harmlessly off the bottom turnbuckle and he pivots to get back on the attack.]

 

FAT SAUL

Missed, but quickly back in this.

 

[Kira reaches out for Kincaid, but his opponent suddenly snatches wrist control and yanks him in to try and lock on a sleeper hold! Kira shows some impressive technical acumen, immediately angling his body to the side so that Kincaid cannot properly lock his hands together. Kincaid is forced to instead clamp on a desperation headlock to keep the other man still.]

 

FAT SAUL

Clearly not what Kincaid was goin’ for. And, Kira is lookin’ to break free...

 

[This proves to be a mistake, as Kira swings his leg behind Kincaid’s shin and drives his weight backward. A judoka would call it a Tana-Otoshi, a wrestler might call it a Valley Drop, but whatever you call it it’s enough to send both men smashing to the mat!]

 

FAT SAUL

Maybe it was the shout there, somehow Kincaid held onto the headlock as they fell to the floor.

 

[He sits up, but he’s still in a vulnerable position and Kira plants one knee into his midsection. Kincaid strains to keep the lock applied, but Kira pushes his body upward and forces his hands apart. Pinned in place, Kincaid makes the classic mistake of trying to turn away from the pressure.]

 

FAT SAUL

An pressure-cookin’ human game of chess in there.

 

[This brings a shoulder up off the canvas and Kira snatches his arm. He drops to the mat to look for the Izumi Special but Kincaid rolls with the momentum up to his knees! Kira is down on the mat as the referee drops for the pinfall!]


...One!

...Two!

 

… Kick out!

FAT SAUL

Kira lookin’ to submit Kincaid while fightin’ to avoid being pinned.

 

[Kira throws some short shin kicks downward, retaining his grip on the armbar and that’s enough to tip Kincaid back over to his back! Suddenly he’s locked up in the Izumi Special for real! Kincaid desperately thrashes his feet and scrambles backward, pulling the other man with him until he gets one foot across the ropes.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kincaid wasted no time gettin’ to the ropes.

 

[The referee again begins the five count and Kira takes every second of it as he shouts at Kincaid to tap out. He releases the hold as Kincaid rolls his way onto the apron to buy himself some time.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kira ain't about to allow Kincaid to regroup...

 

[Kira heads to the ropes and reaches over them to grab a handful of Kincaids hair, but Alex grabs his arm and jumps off the apron to pull his shoulder down across the rope!]

 

FAT SAUL

Hot Shot! Not a purdy one, but effective…

 

[Kira cries out in pain and retreats to the middle of the ring, holding his arm as pain erupts from his elbow. Kincaid climbs back in under the bottom rope, blinking and shaking his head to try and clear his vision. Kira turns to go back on the attack and Kincaid smacks a blistering chop across Kira's chest!]

 

FAT SAUL

Chest reddenin’ chop! And, another! Oh...

 

[One more for good measure is enough to drive Kira all the way back into the corner! Kincaid charges in and hits a forearm to the face, before pulling Kira down into a headlock again. He takes a few steps and leaps into the air, planting him into the canvas with a devastating running bulldog!]

 

FAT SAUL

For the first time since the bell, Kincaid has Kira reelin’.

 

[He stays on the attack and rolls over, slowly dragging Kira up to his feet. Kincaid pulls him into the bulldog and pumps a fist in the air, shouting out to the audience before he charges again to drive Kira down with a second bulldog! He rolls into a cover!]

 

FAT SAUL

Another bulldog! Quick cover here...


...One!

...Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

No! Couldn't hold him...


[The longest near fall of the match yet draws a gasp from the audience and Kincaid pounds on the mat in frustration. He looks to the floor for guidance. On the outside, it’s a tale of two wives.]

 

FAT SAUL

These two have been just as deeply embroiled in this from the beginnin’.

 

[Alyssa Kincaid is telling him to get back on the offensive and holding up two fingers to remind him he only needs that one more crucial second.]

 

FAT SAUL

Remember, Kincaid accused Kira of vandalizing his locker room and threatenin’ his family.

 

[Kirito Izumi, meanwhile, is pounding her hands against the apron and trying her best to encourage Kira to get back on offense.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kira was offended Kincaid would accuse him of such only on the word of hearsay.

 

[Kincaid pulls Kira to his feet, grunting in exertion from pulling his weight up and only manages to get him to his knees. He stares, wide eyed and furious, into the eyes of his enemy and just as Kira did a few minutes before he slowly winds back the punch to drill it between Kira’s eyes! But Kira will not go down! The Man from Hokkaido jumps up and throws a looping right hook into Alex’s gut, enough to make the Bullet King step back but not enough to make him lose contact. He throws another big knuckle parting shot right down the pipe on Kira that this time drops him on his back.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kincaid's got Kira down and, well, he is goin’ up.


[Alex heads across the ring and slips through the ropes, starting to scale to the top. The audience rises to their feet and dozens of cellphones come up to eye level as they recognize Kincaid is looking for his signature Frog Splash...but Kira rises too! He gets to his feet and turns around, spotting Kincaid just as he changes tactics and leaps into the air with the flying crossbody!]

 

FAT SAUL

...MISSED!

 

[Kira ducks and Kincaid smashes chest first into the canvas with a heavy thud that drives all the air from his body. He comes to his feet, wheezing and holding his midsection. He turns to face Kira and gets scooped into the air, swung in a circle and driven onto his face with Weight of My Pride! The Bangarang connects! Before Kira can go for the cover though, a nigh unconscious, Kincaid rolls sideways under the bottom rope and drops deadweight to the floor.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kira can't win outside and Kincaid knows it.

 

[Kira is left in the ring, staring through the ropes at his downed opponent. The referee comes to the ropes and begins a count. Frustrated with the referee repeatedly getting in the way of the two men battling it out, Kira grabs his hand as he goes to make his count. The two men standing in the ring arguing back and forth.]

 

FAT SAUL

Normally, the referee would allow them to go, but there has to be some action. He's not gonna allow Kincaid to stale the match. Kira not happy with the referee at... all!

[On the outside Kincaid stirs and tries to make some space from his opponent by using the barricade to hold up his weight and get away. This brings him close to Kirito Izumi, who moves to retreat from him with a shout for him to stay back. Kincaid shakes his head as he starts to realize he’s frightened her a bit, staring confused and seeing stars.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kincaid wouldn't hurt her intentionally, Ol´ Saul truly believes that. Here we go...

 

[Inside, Kira turns to the ropes and, without a second's hesitation, charges his opponent. Kincaid sees it coming and pivots his body as Kira comes sailing out with a suicide dive, redirecting his momentum and sending him crashing shoulder first into the barricade with an absolutely devastating crash of metal!]

 

FAT SAUL

That was sick!

[Kira rolls onto his side, convulsing and holding one arm. The camera zooms in on him and he lets loose a string of cursing.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kira is hurt over there. Referee is goin’ to check...

 

[The referee hops out of the ring to check on him and make sure he can continue.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kincaid looks frozen!

 

[Meanwhile, a stunned Kincaid stares at his fallen opponent on the mat. He looks toward his own wife, uncertain, and then turns to face Kirito. She’s kneeling and yelling for her husband to get up. Kincaid takes a step back and wipes a hand over his mouth.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kincaid looks lost. What was he expectin’? He truly looks like he has no idea what to...

 

[Thankfully, the ever dangerous Kira Izumi makes the decision for him. As the referee asks if he can continue, Kira shoves him out of the way and dives back in on Kincaid with another big shot!]

 

FAT SAUL

Kira is back up! Still favorin’ that arm, but lightin’ Kincaid up!

 

[Kira holds one arm tightly against himself, throwing quick rabbit punches with the other and bringing his knees up into Kincaid's face and chest. The Bullet King desperately scrambles backward to try and make space but Kira is fighting for all he can! He chases Alex clean back into the ring, and then climbs to the top rope! Alex gets to his feet and Kira flies off with a dropkick that sends his opponent, end over end, to the other corner!]

 

FAT SAUL

Kira fightin’ with a maimed wing, but he is fightin’!


[Kira winces and tries to shake off the pain in his arm, but that only makes it worse. Ever defiant, he yells for Kincaid to get to his feet and stands up with his arm still close to his body. Alex is dazed, using the ropes in the corner to get up, and that’s all Kira needs to dash the full length of the ring and hit him with a jumping high knee in the corner!]

 

FAT SAUL

From across the ring, Kira just knocked Kincaid into the next Lights Out.

 

[Kincaid crumbles from the blow, his body leaning against Kira, and Kira steps back and lets him fall to the mat face first with a thud. He steps back and yells for Kincaid to stand again, bouncing on his back leg with anticipation.]

 

FAT SAUL

Alyssa willin’ her husband to his feet on the outside. Kira demandin’ he get up.

 

[Slowly, the Bullet King rises and Kira takes the opportunity to blast him with the Kira Kira Knee! Kincaid is down! Kira falls to his own knees, still holding his arm and unable to jump on the cover right away with the pain he’s in! Eventually though, he falls back onto Alex and makes the cover!]

...One!

...Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

Kincaid has kicked out again!


[Kira rolls off of him and slams his arm against the corner buckle, trying to pop what may be a dislocated shoulder back in. This delay gives Kincaid time to collect himself and begin to rise off the mat. When Kira sees him and steps back in to go on the attack Kincaid comes back at him with another big right hand, thrown with whip speed and hammer accuracy right to the side of his jaw!]

 

FAT SAUL

Another HARD shot!

 

[Another blow drives Kira back to the ropes again. Kincaid reaches out to grab his wrist and pull him in, grabbing the uranage position to attempt his Double Tap Backbreaker/STO combination but Kira throws his elbow into the side of Kincaid's head to get him to break the hold.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kira may be rattled, but too early for that...

 

[Kira throws a punch of his own, but Kincaid weaves under the blow and comes back up to snatch Kira’s arm. He leaps and pulls him down shoulder first to slam him into the canvas! Kira cries out in pain and rolls to his belly to stop himself from getting pinned, his face contorted in agony.]

 

FAT SAUL

Smart! He's hurtin’, but that is Kira Izumi...


[Alex looks over to his fallen opponent and crosses the ring to get back on him. The Bullet King rests his knee on Kira’s elbow and grabs to his forearm. He pulls upward, the arm pinned in place and Kira struggles to escape as his arm is worked over again. He pounds a palm off the mat and tries to pull away from Kincaid, but giving up more than thirty pounds to Alex makes it difficult to get away.]

 

FAT SAUL

Would that be considered joint manipulation? Regardless, Kira ain't gettin’ away.

 

[Alex looks down at him and commands him to quit, but the ever defiant Kira shakes his head at the other man.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kirito over there screamin’! Alyssa can't even look...

 

[Kincaid scowls and reaches for his fingers, wrenching them back at a hideous angle and pulling up on the arm again!]

 

FAT SAUL

...Kira is howlin’ in pain! Oh...

 

[It’s enough to draw a pained gasp from the audience and a shriek of worry from Kirito, but Kira refuses to quit.]

FAT SAUL

...Kira is howlin’ in pain! Oh...

 

[Overcommitting to yanking at the fingers has caused Kincaid to shift his weight to the back, and that gives Kira the precious couple of inches he needs to slide his body out of the hold.]

 

FAT SAUL

He's out!

 

[Kincaid tries to reestablish his position, but Kira turns inward and throws an upkick that smacks him right under the jaw! Kincaid pops up, holding his jaw and stumbling on shaky legs and Kira climbs to his feet.]

 

FAT SAUL

Back on the attack!

 

[Kira grabs Kincaid with one arm, in a sort of sloppy muay thai plump and brings his knee up again. Before it can connect, Kincaid slips out the side and snaps Kira across his knee with an STO backbreaker! He lifts him up and immediately follows with a big neckbreaker!]

 

FAT SAUL

That's it! DOUBLE TAP! Kincaid grabs the leg for...


...One!

...Two!

… Kick out!

FAT SAUL

Kira kicks out, y'all!

 

[Alex reaches across to the injured arm and pulls Kira onto his side before he puts on a double wristlock. He puts a leg over Kira’s head, pinning him in place. He hesitates to apply pressure. Kira fights to escape and Kincaid looks at him and again demands that he quits. Kira shakes his head furiously and Kincaid's expression darkens before he locks on the hold!]

 

FAT SAUL

Kincaid gave him a chance!

 

[Kira Izumi is trapped in a kimura lock with an injured shoulder! The crowd is wild, half of them screaming for Kira to tap out and the other half trying to spur him on to get to the ropes.]

 

FAT SAUL

Ol´ Saul is right there with ya! Give up and end this pain...

 

[Kira has always been a warrior, he’s always been able to push himself on when he should have stopped and tonight is no exception.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kira is squirmin’! He's …

 

[The defiant Japanese superstar crawls on one arm, grunting with exertion and dragging Kincaid with him as he heads toward the ring ropes. Kincaid shakes his head, amazed, and tries to tighten up the hold but with one final shout of determination Kira is able to get his hand to the bottom rope! The entire arena exploded in cheers.]

 

FAT SAUL

He has to let him go here!

 

[Kincaid releases the hold and rolls away from Kira, muttering to himself and seems to be in disbelief that Kira will not give up.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kincaid knows better than to let him breathe.


[He grabs a hold of Kira and pulls him up off the ground. The effort of the contest is getting to Kira, as he is barely able to stand on his shaky legs. Alex holds the side of his head and yells at him to give it up. Shouts at him that he’ll break the arm if he has to. He pulls back a fist, getting ready to send another big blow down the middle the way he had earlier…]

 

FAT SAUL

Direct shot!


[Only to be sprayed full on in the face with the Red Mist! The crowd explodes as Kincaid staggers backward, the stinging liquid in his eyes making it impossible for him to gain his bearings.]

 

FAT SAUL

The referee has no idea what to do. They have been instructed to allow the battle to happen in Season Three!

 

[The referee shouts a warning at Kira. Kira’s eyes light up with animal anger as he sees his opening. Alex turns back toward him and Kira whips around, his injured arm slamming into the side of Kincaid's jaw with an absolutely terrifying spinning backfist! The Bullet King drops like a stone! Kira falls to his knees, his shoulder coursing with so much pain he’s unable to make the cover and simply lays his body across the chest of his opponent! The referee leaps to the mat to make the count!]

...One!

...Two!

 

… Break! - Foot on the ropes!

 

FAT SAUL

Alex Kincaid has gotten a foot on the ropes!

 

[Kira seems absolutely devastated and the section of the crowd that’s supporting him makes their displeasure clear as Alyssa Kincaid screams for Alex to get back into the contest.]

 

FAT SAUL

This is Union Battleground!

 

[Kira stands up and walks to the corner. He grabs a hold of the rope and pulls himself backward, crying out in pain and again trying to pop his injured shoulder back in place. He slams it against the buckle and nothing seems to work. Meanwhile, Kincaid has heard his wife’s shouting and his eyes open.]

 

FAT SAUL

We gonna see Alex Kincaid and Kira Izumi damned-near killin’ one another, right here.

 

[The camera gets close to his face, close to the eyed eyed fury growing in his eyes as he wipes at his face to clear some of the mist and begins to rise to his feet.]

 

FAT SAUL

And, only right here! Kincaid is up…

 

[He charges across the ring and leaps into the air, splashing sideways against Kira and driving him into the buckle! Then he snatches a sleeper hold on Kira! He pulls him out of the corner to the middle of the ring, his forearms tightening like a snake around the caryatids of his opponent!]

 

FAT SAUL

They neither one have much left.

 

[Kira’s face begins turning beet red, his eyes beginning to bug out and then, they flutter closed! Behind him, Kincaid’s face - still partly covered in the mist - is a mask of wide eyed rage as he puts every possible bit of effort into squeezing on the sleeper hold! Kira’s legs weaken! His arms, fighting to separate Alex’s grip, slump down from his neck to his side!]

 

FAT SAUL

He is out on his feet...


[The referee moves to check on Kira, but when he sees the referee coming up holds a hand and shakes a finger to indicate he’s still in the contest!]

 

FAT SAUL

No!

 

[Kira runs the sleeper forward, ducking his head and smashing Kincaid into the corner...but The Bullet King holds on!]

 

FAT SAUL

No! Kira still tryin’ to fight Alex off…

 

[Kira fights and thrashes, trying his damndest to escape, but he begins to fade again! He falls to his knees as a desperate Kincaid begins nodding over and over and shouts to the referee that he’s out!]

 

FAT SAUL

...and Kincaid is ridin’ Izumi to the mat.

 

[The referee grabs a hold of Kira’s arm and raises it!]

Once!

Twice!

A thir- No! No!

 

[Kira refuses to let his arm fall for a third time!]

 

FAT SAUL

Izumi simply refuses to give up.

 

[Kincaid looks like he’s seen a ghost as Kira gets back up, going for the arms again! Kincaid has made the mistake of leaving one hand on top of Kira’s head instead of tucking it behind, and the ever cagey Izumi shows his MMA experience in reaching up and grabbing a hold of him at the rest! Kira sits back down and Kincaid gets a taste of his own medicine as his arm is pulled down across Kira’s shoulder! Kincaid grabs a hold of his own arm and Kira gets up, looking to take advantage of the opening...only to be absolutely decapitated with a discus lariat from the other arm by Kincaid!]

 

[The Bullet King shakes his head, pulling Kira to his feet and yanking him up in a fireman’s carry! He takes a few steps and jumps, driving Kira down with the Red River Crossing! Kincaid hooks the leg for the cover!]


One!

Two!


FAT SAUL

Kira kicks out again!

 

[Kincaid pounds his fists on the canvas and yells at the referee, totally unwilling to believe that wasn’t the final fall. He stands up and walks to the ropes, brushing his hair away from his face and staring into the audience. He looks down to his manager for guidance but even she seems to be astonished that Kira just will not stay down!]

 

FAT SAUL

This has got to be the most excitin’ ...ah, look here...

 

[And sure enough, Kira is already starting to get to his feet! Kincaid turns to face him and walks to the middle, telling Kira that it’s over and demanding he just give up. Kira raises the injured arm, wincing in pain, and then waves Kincaid in to bring it on! Alex refuses and then suddenly Kira spits in his face!]

 

FAT SAUL

...these two are layin’ it out and givin’ it all.

 

[Saul stands, applauding with the crowd. An astonished Kincaid stands there, equal parts horrified and furious, for just a second before he scoops Kira up into the air again! He drives him down with another Red River Crossing, angling him sideways and driving him directly onto the shoulder! He then reaches across, grabbing his arm and neck to apply The Clutch!]

 

FAT SAUL

Kira Izumi is caught in the devastating Anaconda Vice!

 

[Kira thrashes, kicks his feet and finally begins driving his knees upward into the back of Kincaid’s head! But this time it’s Kincaid who refuses to give up, wrenching on the hold with all his might! Kira’s shoulder is being ripped apart!]

 

FAT SAUL

Look at Kincaid's eyes…

 

[Finally, even Kira Izumi has no choice but to tap out! He taps the mat and the referee demands Kincaid let go!]

 

FAT SAUL

Somethin’ tells me we were really close to seein’ Kincaid snap.

 

[Kincaid releases the hold and falls to his back, absolutely spent from the grueling contest.]

 

FAT SAUL

And, Kira Izumi's arm.

 

[Kira lays there as well, holding the arm and both men look like they’ve been through an absolute war.]

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

Here is your winner, “The Bullet King” Alex Kincaid!


[It’s Kincaid who moves first. He drags himself to his knees and rolls over, concerned. He turns toward Kira and reaches out to check on him. But Kira suddenly sits up and shoves him backward!]

 

FAT SAUL

Don't tell me they're gonna…

 

[Kincaid falls to his back for a moment, but then quickly crawls back to his knees and glares at Izumi.]

 

FAT SAUL

They can't possible have anything left.

 

[The two longtime rivals kneel there, in the middle of the ring, and there’s a moment where it seems like the nearly year long buildup of tension is going to explode again...but then Kira Izumi holds up his fist. Kincaid stares at him, uncertain, and he looks to the crowd who cheer Kira’s sign of respect. Finally, Alex Kincaid nods and bumps his fist with Kira Izumi!]

 

FAT SAUL

What a show of respect! Let them know it, y'all.


[Alex rolls to the bottom rope to the floor beside his wife. The two of them exchange some words the camera doesn’t quite pick up, but Kincaid is still watching Kira through the ropes as he seems astonished by what has just happened. There is an understanding in both men’s eyes. A sort of peace. Whatever that is for the two of them. It’s Kincaid who leaves the ringside area first, with Kira left on his knees holding his shoulder. He stands and the audience begins to chant his name…]

A PROPER SEND OFF

[Kira Izumi falls backward in the ring, flat on his back, after eating another loss. It’s something that's become a mainstay in his dwindling career. He eventually manages to roll and then get up to his feet before he motions for a microphone. Saul and the crowd stand cheering the effort.]

 

KIRA IZUMI

Another match... another loss... Congrats to Kincaid-san though, the guy’s got a bright future ahead of himself.

 

[Kira starts pacing the ring, deep in thought.]

 

KIRA IZUMI

But you know, this confirms this... this thought. This mindset I've been having lately.

 

[He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.]

 

KIRA IZUMI

So Union Battleground, it's been about a year and a half now. A year and a half ago I came in as this psychotic dick bag who wanted to torment a young lady by the name of Izumi Sato. That was a long time ago. After I lost the mask and got some sense, I... thought I needed people with me. I thought it would help but it just made it worse, and that's when these thoughts began. These thoughts of failure and regret. You see, despite how you feel or think, I failed not only you, the fan. but my girls back home, and that's something I can’t live with. So with a heavy heart and a heavy conscience, I gotta leave the Battleground. So with that to you fans and to everyone else I let down, I'm going away for a while, I'm reevaluating everything and I'm fixing my shit.

 

[Kira looks around one final time while in the ring.]

 

KIRA IZUMI

As a man and not a gimmick, I love you all and am in your debt. Thank you for always showing me love and respect and for making a fucked up kid feel like he actually belonged, if only for a little while...

 

[He drops the microphone and bows to all four sides of the ring, before exiting the ring and meeting Kirito at ringside. Together, they head up the ramp, Kira bows one more time; this one last time before he disappears behind the curtains with his wife.]

 

FAT SAUL

What an amazin’ match and, to know Kira will end it there with Kincaid, what a rivalry and show of respect.

 

[The crowd continues to chant and cheer as the ring is cleared.]

 

FAT SAUL

Take a breath, y'all. We are just gettin’ started...

MIKE DEMPSEY

The following battle is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing 7’ tall and weighing in at 310 pounds, from unknown origins, making his Union Battleground debut, he is Phantom!

WE KISS

THE STARS

WE WRITHE

WE ARE

[As the lights completely cut off in the arena the sound of “Cold" by Static X begins to blare the PA system. Out steps Phantom from underneath the big screen.]

 

FAT SAUL

Ol’ Saul ain't skeered of spooks, but that has to be the tallest apparition I've ever seen.

 

[Phantom walks out to the ramp and stops, looking throughout the crowd. He slowly begins walking down the ramp, still looking through the crowd. He gets to the ring, walks to the corner and walks up the stairs. He walks to the center of the apron and throws one leg over the top rope, followed by the other leg. He gets into the ring and walks towards the center, just staring at the crowd.]

 

FAT SAUL

For now, follow Phantom right here at the Battleground.

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

And his opponent,  standing Taller than a Step Ladder and weighing in at 200 Barrels of Monkeys, from The Carnival Grounds, he is “The Oddity” Karnivall!


DEATH IS ON THE MIDWAY GAMBLING WITH SOULS
ROULETTE ON THE WIRE, ACE IS IN THE HOLE
I SINK BENEATH THE FEELING, MOON IS IN MY HANDS
A CROOKED WHEEL OF 21, I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND NO


[The screen cuts to a few images of a broken down Carnival and quick shots of Karnivall before the music begins.]

 

FAT SAUL

Maybe taller than a step ladder, but Karni's gonna have to jump off the top of it to even get near hitting Phantom.

 

[After the intro plays out we see Karnivall make his way from the back, chuckling as he looks around at the crowd. He comes to the edge of the ramp as he spreads his arms out to the sides and twists his hands back as he turns his head to the side with a Devilish grin across his face. He does a quick spin as he eyes the camera. Karnivall slithers down the ramp, chuckling and playing to the crowds fear.]

 

FAT SAUL

Be sure to keep up with the sideshow on Twitter, follow @KarnivallOddity.


[Karnivall comes to the edge of the ring where he rolls in under the ropes and gets to his rear end. He begins rocking back and forth as he continues to chuckle over and over again. He stands up and begins circling the ring, looking out at the crowd. He finally finds a corner and slumps into it, laughing with a demoralized chuckle as he awaits the bell.]

 

FAT SAUL

The referee has checked them both over and he's callin’ for the bell...
 

[DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

He we… well...

 

[The bell sounds and neither man makes an immediate move. Phantom lumbers in his corner while Karnivall tries to play some mind games and taunt him from across the ring. Soon the two begin to close the distance towards the center of the ring. As they meet in the middle, Karnivall sticks out his hand for a respectful shake but there is a sinister mischievousness about him.]

 

FAT SAUL

If that were anyone but Karnivall, I would say, “What an honorable show of…”

 

[Phantom suspiciously stares daggers at his opponent before Karnivall throws a sucker punch!]

 

FAT SAUL

...anyone other than Karnivall.

 

[The Oddity smashes his fist against the steel mask, and though Phantom’s head ricochets back, it looks like Karnivall took the brunt of the impact as he flails his hand around to shake off the pain. Phantom looks to grow with anger, but Karnivall acts fast and pokes him right in the eyes!]

 

FAT SAUL

Like I always told my guys, if punchin’ them in the teeth fails, gouge an eye!

 

[With Phantom temporarily blinded, Karnivall runs the ropes! He springs off with lightning fast speed and on the return, he catapults himself with a shoulder block, but Phantom steps into it and drops Karnivall to the canvas.]

 

FAT SAUL

Right… into… a wall! Hold on now...

 

[Phantom now rumbles his way towards the ropes and springs off them and comes back with a heavy knee drop, but Karnivall rolls out just in time.]

 

FAT SAUL

Sideshow swerve, nothin’ but canvas!

 

[Both men stumble their way back up to their feet, but on the way up, Karnivall catches his opponent with a low blow! The masked man stumbles around in seething pain while Karnivall is folded over with laughter.]

 

FAT SAUL

Phantom in there clutchin’ his spiritual orbs!

 

[Karnivall sees an opportunity while Phantom has his back turned and rushes over to deliver a crushing back stabber! Karnivall rolls on top to make a quick cover!]

 

… One!

 

… Tw — Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

He got most of that backstabber, but couldn't hold him down!

 

[Phantom kicks out with a vengeance and just based off his body language, he looks furious. He rises to his feet and brings Karnivall with him by the neck.]

 

FAT SAUL

Them feet are definitely danglin’ high above the step ladder…

 

[Phantom continues lifting Karnivall until he is fully suspended off of the ground, choking for air. Phantom launches Karnivall into the nearest turnbuckle where he crashes in  hard with his lower back.]

 

FAT SAUL

Phantom just threw him half the distance across the ring!

 

[Phantom follows it up and rushes in with a spear and Karnivall almost snaps in half!]

 

FAT SAUL

And, THUMPED him!

 

[Karnivall is slouched over trying to catch his breath, but Phantom stays on the offensive and drills him with a brutal headbutt! He keeps a tight lock on Karnivall’s hair and delivers another one!]

 

FAT SAUL

And another!

 

[Phantom unloads a barrage of headbutts and Karnivall is split open now! The two pull away from the corner and Phantom Irish whips Karnivall across the ring. On the return, Phantom picks up his opponent and drops him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!]

 

FAT SAUL

Karnivall goin’ round and ...down. Hard!

 

[Phantom hooks the leg for a cover!]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

[Karnivall bursts off his back to knock the bigger man off of him and stay alive in this contest.]

 

FAT SAUL

They are both movin’, which one'll get up...

 

[Karnivall and Phantom scramble up to their feet where they begin to trade blows back and forth. Phantom edges control as he backs Karnivall up into the ropes. Phantom winds backs and delivers a big knife edge chop that echoes through the building.]

 

CRACK!

 

[Phantom grabs an arm and Irish whips Karnivall across the ring. He takes a few steps towards the middle as The Oddity bounces back and drops Karnivall with a devastating spinebuster!]

 

FAT SAUL

Ol’ Saul has a buddy from Texas that throws a mean spinebuster, nothin’ with that power though.

 

[Phantom pops to his feet while Karnivall rolls around clenching his back.]

 

FAT SAUL

Insult to injury here…

 

[Phantom begins to toy with Karnivall while he continues lying on the ground. He kicks and stomps him several times on the back and neck as Karnivall tries to escape the beat down. Phantom finally stops baiting his opponent and locks his arms around Karnivall’s waist in a jackknife position.]

 

FAT SAUL

FROM MORE THAN SEVEN… FEET…

 

[Phantom deadlifts The Oddity high in the air and slams him back down with a powerbomb!]

 

FAT SAUL

All the way down! And…

 

[Phantom holds on and picks him up again! Another powerbomb!]

 

FAT SAUL

Every monument in this here Capital just shook!

 

[Phantom picks him up a third time!]

 

FAT SAUL

Sideshow freak turned ragdo… No! ...

 

[Karnivall has gone into survival mode and starts clawing at Phantom’s face and, it looks like…]

 

FAT SAUL

He is tryin’ to rip off that mask, y'all!

 

[Karnivall continues to tugging at the mask and Phantom has been completely distracted from his powerbomb sequence.]

 

FAT SAUL

He's damned-near got it!

 

[Suddenly, with one swift pull, Karnivall rips the mask off! Phantom drops Karnivall off his shoulder and immediately shields his face!]

 

FAT SAUL

The mask is off. Karni on the move...

 

[Karnivall runs the ropes while Phantom is hunched over concealing his identity. On the return, Karnivall drops Phantom with a swinging one armed neck breaker!]

 

FAT SAUL

Upside Down Frown!

 

[Phantom is out cold on the mat and Karnivall hooks the leg for the cover!]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Three!

 

FAT SAUL

That's it, he's not only won...

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

Here is your winner, “The Oddity” Karnivall!

 

FAT SAUL

...Karnivall has unmasked The Phantom!

 

[Karnivall doesn’t stick around to have his hand raised after the three count. He quickly rolls out of the ring and bolts up the ramp with Phantom’s mask still in hand.]

 

FAT SAUL

We still haven't got ourselves a decent look…

 

[The crowd is is in an uproar trying to catch a glimpse of Phantom’s true identity.]

 

FAT SAUL

...OH, here we go, ...it's…

 

[He finally stands tall and reveals to be Karma!]

 

FAT SAUL

...that is the former UWL Heritage Champion! That is Karma…

 

[He looks enraged, yet disappointed as he aggressively exits the ring and heads up the ramp to the crowd’s shock and dismay.]

SEE YA SOON

[The scene came to life with the UNION BATTLEGROUND logo plastered all over the screen. For a few moments nothing happened before it switched to a plain room. On the right side there was a solid mahogany desk and a simple chair. The walls were painted in a eggshell white, the lights kept simple. In the background a door opened and a female figure stepped through. The camera directly went up to spot the persons face, showing Elena DeDraca. She was dressed in her usual colours, black and purple.]


[The expression on her face serious but not as stoic as it had been in the past weeks. She would cough quietly before taking a seat behind the desk, stretching out.]


THE FIST OF HYDRA | ELENA DEDRACA
No one warned me that this would be such a tough cookie to chew on. Everyone that has been following me for a while knows that I am not the best when it comes to transporting emotions. But I asked for this on air time to at least try and make a point.

[She was taking a small break bringing herself in a better sitting position.]

THE FIST OF HYDRA | ELENA DEDRACA
For 16 years I have been giving this business everything. I have worked to get trained, I lived out on the streets, because this was my dream. Like every other beginner I had this dream of fortune and fame. And obviously it did come true. 2018 has been without a doubt the best year of my career. I became somewhat of a golden child, no matter where I went. That is more than some people ever get in their career. Maybe not every company was appreciating me the right way, but I still showed up and delivered. Union Battleground was no different when it came to that. You could say this company became my home.

[Elena was taking a deep breath then rolled her neck a few times.]

THE FIST OF HYDRA | ELENA DEDRACA
There was never anything else I wanted to do with my life. I knew that when I was fourteen and I am still sure of it now that I am 30. But eventually certain events in your life change your view, even though it often goes very slowly. Let’s start with the facts, shall we? During a wrestling event, not Lights Out, I strained my triceps. It has been giving me troubles before but now the doctors subscribed for me to take time off. On top of that I suffered another concussion, which is not the best for an already troubled mind, right? But none of this is a real reason to step away. I have battled through more than this with a smile on my face. But I will be honest with you and everyone on the roster, I am tired. And the main problem is, I am not sure what I am tired of. If it is this industry or the people in it, or if I am just tired to always be on the run.

[There was another break while the whole room was in absolute silence. It was as if you could hear a needle drop.]

THE FIST OF HYDRA | ELENA DEDRACA
Let me make something perfectly clear though, this is by no means a retirement speech. If anything it is a be right back or a see you later. But I also know that this is my time to recharge. It is only fair to my daughter who had to share me the past three with all of you. Often enough she had to wait so I could satisfy the crowd. I promise this ain’t the last thing you have seen of me. Eventually I will return sooner than later. But for now I wanna wish all of you the best days of your life. I wanna motivate the UNION BATTLEGROUND roster to make an impact. And never forget this, people won’t remember you for the titles you held -- but for every emotion you ever made them feel.

[She got up and straightened her shoulders. A small grin appeared on her face when she looked directly into the camera.]

THE FIST OF HYDRA | ELENA DEDRACA
Ps. You’re welcome.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

THE SCENT OF FEAR

[Standing a few feet away from the black curtain that separated him from the live audience, Kaven Drell paced back and forth speaking softly to himself. His words, for the moment, were inaudible but the camera shot showed his lips moving rapidly as his feet carried him back and forth. After a few moments his pacing suddenly came to a stop and his head cocked upward toward the camera, looking directly into the lens.]
 

KAVEN DRELL
Welcome, sheep.

 

[Sniffing the air dramatically a few times, Kaven’s gaze turned to a quizzical look.]
 

KAVEN DRELL
Can you smell that?

 

[Inhaling quickly a few more times, Drell readjusted himself to face directly toward the camera instead of letting the crew have the side angled shot of him. From his left hand the War Horse Championship dangled loosely.]
 

KAVEN DRELL
Fear creeps into every little crevice. Its stench overpowering and overwhelming. I wonder, has anyone seen Michael Kelly tonight? Has he arrived? Is there a BOLO out on him? Will he be the star victim on a new episode of the first forty-eight? WHERE ARE YOU MICHAEL? I AM WAITING?

 

[Cackling to himself, Drell’s unhinged nature begins to shine through a bit more as he paces toward the camera, using his free hand to grab it on the side by the strap that the operator was using to hold it steady. The result was an off centered shot of Drells face up close. So close that the viewers at home could likely count the pores on his face.]
 

KAVEN DRELL
It’s nothing to be ashamed of, what awaits you. Think of it as an opportunity. An opportunity to leave the house of cards you’ve built for yourself behind. An opportunity to just be able to be done and to go home and play daddy dearest. Tonight we cleanse the stain that you’ve left on this business. Tonight, we remind your followers that they were foolish to buy into the mystique you’ve created. Tonight, I take everything from you. But tomorrow, a new day will arise for you Michael Kelly. A new day for you to reinvent yourself. And you’ll say thank you. I promise, you will. I’ll be swift, but I won’t be gentle. It will be over quick, but it’s going to hurt.

 

[With the camera remaining close up, a soft thud can be heard from off screen before an index finger creeps into the shot from the left side of the screen. For a moment it swirl before coming to a stop, obscuring his face slightly.]
 

KAVEN DRELL
Kimitsu. I know you’re watching somewhere. I know that you’re paying attention. I promise I haven’t forgotten about you, little doll. I promise I have something special in store for you. Maybe not tonight. Maybe not at Lights Out Thirty Two. But sometime. At some point. I’ll bring it to you. What is it you ask?

 

[A sadistic grin twists his lips into an odd angle.]
 

KAVEN DRELL
Listen to the masses tonight while I dismember Michael Kelly. Listen to them chant Kill! Drell! Kill! And see if you can’t figure out what it is I have in store for you.


[A high pitched bark of a laugh reverberates loudly as Kaven steps back from the camera to reveal the War Horse championship he had dropped on the floor. That shot remains for half a second before Drell steps aggressively toward the camera crew and suddenly everything goes to static.]

THE DOOBIE BROTHERS

[The sound of screeching tires is all you hear before an original, white/cherry red volkswagen bus comes skirting into the parking lot. It seems to be driving pretty reckless, swerving through the parking lot as if the driver didn’t have a care in the world. Finally it comes to an abrupt spot, taking up two spots, the camera zooms in and at first you couldn’t see inside the dubbed “Hippie van” That would be because there was a literal layer of smoke clouding up the windows. The camera switches to iside where we see quite the party going down. Flash Kassidy was in the driver seat, Dressed in a black Jair Hopkins shirt, and a shredded pair of white skinny jeans, with his signature shades planted firmly on his face. He had his back up against the window relaxing as he puffed on a blunt that had already been smoked about half way down. In the passenger seat was Charlie, who to be honest looked ripped out of her mind in her large fur coat.]

[As the camera beamed through the smoke into the backseat that is where the party really began to be shown off, with Jay Sinclair along with a few gorgeous looking biddies where swimming in smoke and very large quantity of marijuana and paraphernalia. Jay had just taken a huge rip off a bong that looked almost taller than Flash himself, he blows the smoke into the camera and lets out faded sounding chuckle before wrapping his arm around one of the women and turning his attention to Flash.]


JAY SINCLAIR
Where the fuck even are we?

FLASH KASSIDY
Bruh! We at the show! I gotta’ go do work ya’ know? That shit you used to to do!

[Playfully Chuckling Flash takes another hit off the blunt before handing it off to Charlie, who takes it while grinning ear to ear. That may be from the weed though, not sure she can hear much of anything high up in the atmosphere.]

FLASH KASSIDY
I’m Just kiddin’ bruh! Calm down!

JAY SINCLAIR
Sheeeit, I'm plotting it. Good thing about owning a business, I never see the money stop. No lie though, this wrestling shit is where it's at.

[The pair nod as Flash raises his hands up, pushing his hair out of his eyes as he looks around the car, it wasn't entirely clear if he could see more than a few inches in front of him… But he was vibin’ wit it.]

FLASH KASSIDY
Shit man, you know we could go out there and fuck some shit up. know what I’m sayin’? Think bout it… The Psychedelic Superstars, 2 High Cru, Big Jay SInclair stuck his dick in ya mother without a care.. And Flash right up in yo ass, stealin’ all yo grass Kassidy. Could like flip off ya fuckin’ face and stomp down these mu fucka’s puttin em in they place! Shiiiit.

[With heavy eyes, Jay looks to Flash with a smile, geeked up by the words spoken.]

JAY SINCLAIR
Mah dude, sounds like you gotta idea cookin in the dome. I fucks with it heavily. Be nice to run some shit again, patna in crime.

[Flash sucks his teeth and goes out to high five Jay, but in a cool way, hip style. Jay leaves Flash hanging for a few seconds, before perking up and noticing there was a hand in his face. He smacks Flash hand and the two chuckle amongst themselves for a moment.]

FLASH KASSIDY
You damn Straight I got them idea’s cookin Jay-bay-bay! Fuck man, you being here now… It’s like I ain’t doin’ this ish on my own, got my bruiser in the corner ya’ know. You the shotty in the trunk...wait...not fuck that, that sounds back… Shotty on my back! Yeah, that shit sounds better. But you know what I mean? I feel like we could take them two bitches who holdin’ them straps now. I see em doin’ open challenges n shit… Second they see us, we already be puttin’ out they roaches, killa shit!

JAY SINCLAIR
Well you know… I have some tag expertise.

[Jay gives a plotting smirk, like some dumb high evil genius.]

BANG! BANG! BANG!

[Flash, Jay, and all of the women in the van almost jump right the fuck out of their skins, Flash smacking his head atop the van. The loud bangs was one of the production crew banging on the hood of the van, telling Flash that he had to start getting ready. Flash flips him off and turns his attention back to Jay, who was composing himself.]


FLASH KASSIDY
FUCK THAT DUDE! Who the fuck he think he is… Anywho, you right man… You a former tag champ ain’tcha.. I ain’t even think bout that… Shit… We should fuckin’ do this bruh. Shit…But we better get the fuck gones fo now… ROCK PILE! OUT!

[As Flash says those words Jay opens up the side door of the van and the camera switches view, showing a giant cloud of smoke pouring out of the van. You’d think there was a fire with how much smoke floats out and up into the air. You hear the driver door slam shut and in a few moments the sound of skateboard on concrete as Flash skates around the front of the van, meeting up with Jay and Charlie. The camera slowly fades to black as the group enters the arena.]

MIKE DEMPSEY
The following battle is scheduled for one fall and is for the Union Battleground War Horse Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, standing 6’4” and weighing in at 235 pounds, from Mt. Sinai, New York, he is Michael Kelly!


WELL I SUFFER LOOONG
THROUGH ILL AND WOE
DONE SO MANY WRONGS
I DON’T EVEN KNOW


[Michael bursts through the curtains with a giant smile on his face, standing upon the stage as he looks out into the sea of fans. With a crank of his neck, he starts to slowly make his way down to the ramp/stairs whilst spreading his arms out to slap the outstretched hands of the crowd. As he makes it toward ringside, MK scans the ring before slowly circling it clockwise.]

 

FAT SAUL

Congrats to the Kelly's and this appearance right here speaks for this man's commitment...

 

[As he slowly but surely makes his way to the right side of the ring, he hops onto the ring apron and poses with his tongue sticking out and his right arm stretched with a thumbs down. He then steps through the ropes and starts to peel off his T-shirt, balling it up and tossing it into the crowd as he backpedals into the center of the ring, raising a fist up high as his music starts to fade.]
 

FAT SAUL

...keep up with the Kelly's, includin’ the newest, lil’ Emalyn Marie, follow @MichaeIKeIIy.

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

And his opponent, standing 6’2” and weighing in at 217 pounds, from Indianapolis, Indiana, he is the reigning, defending, undefeated, undisputed, Union Battleground War Horse Champion, Kaven Drell!


I DEFY YOUR DEFIANCE
IT'S ALL LIES IN ALLIANCE
I'VE BEEN DAMAGED, LEFT IN RUIN
'CAUSE I'M BROKEN, FLAWED AND HUMAN


[On the final syllable of the word "human" Kaven Drell emerges, moving at a methodical pace without really paying any attention to his surroundings, his glittering, golden championship belt dangling over his shoulder.]

 

FAT SAUL

And, here comes our War Horse Champion…

 

[The fans respond positively to him, though he pays them little mind as he slowly makes his way down toward the ring. Near the end he drifts to the left toward the rows of fans being held back by a barricade, allowing a few of them to reach out and slap him on his chest or pat him on his back as he pauses to stare into the ring, his eyes not focused on any one thing but more the broad task at hand.]

 

FAT SAUL

Intense explosiveness and grindstone focus, Kaven Drell is set to step in the ring with Michael Kelly.

 

[Eventually, Kaven heads to the ring steps and takes a few sure steps up them, ducking in between the ropes into the ring where he soon finds a seat in his corner and waits for the sound of the bell to signal the beginning of the match.]
 

FAT SAUL

Drell made an impactful debut, challenged for the War Horse title and then defeated Elena DeDraca to claim it.

 

[The referee comes in to hold the Warhorse championship high into the air. A “Kill! Drell! Kill!” chant breaks out in the front row which obviously annoys Michael Kelly. The ref calls for the bell!]

 

FAT SAUL

That is what it is all about, right there.

 

[DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

A show of respect here at the bell.

 

[Kelly and Drell shake one another’s hand before they ball up in a grapple! The two wrestlers swing each other around searching for supremacy within each others embrace. Michael uses a knee then irish whips his smaller counterpart into the ropes! Kaven bounces off to counter with a swinging neck breaker!]

 

FAT SAUL

Kelly quick to get started, but Drell turns it around quick!

 

[Kelly staggers to his feet, already throwing fists, when the champion rushes in to avoid the barrage completely! Drell wraps both arms around the stunned Michael for a picture-perfect belly-to-belly suplex! Kelly ends up in the corner in a seated position slumped over. The champion backs into the corner furthest away from Kelly intentionally.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kelly just looks exhausted in there. Up all night for a joyous… OH! …

 

[Kaven charges at Michael full speed ahead to nail him in the face with a high knee! Michael falls forward on the canvas to end up on his back directly in front of the turnbuckles.]

 

FAT SAUL

The Champion goin’ up...

 

[Kaven wastes little time scaling his way up to the top turnbuckle. Kelly rolls over on the mat attempting to escape, but fails. He ends up on his back now in the center of the ring. This leads Drell to adjust his feet for a further leap. The champion dives off looking for a flying headbutt but Michael rolls out of the way! Miss!]

 

FAT SAUL

...the challenger gets out of the way!

 

[Kelly smirks as he makes it back to his feet. While Drell staggers up to one knee, Michael lifts him up then whips Kaven into the ropes once more! Drell again bounces off the ropes to come back at Michael. Kelly lifts up his right leg for a big boot but the champion counters with a dragon screw leg whip! The crowd pops.]

 

“Kill! Drell! Kill!”

 

[Drell keeps his foot on the gas by reaching his feet only to dive on top of his fallen opponent. Kaven uses his knees to press Kelly flush against the mat before raining punches down! The champion punishes Kelly with unrelenting aggression until Michael uses his knees to knock off Kaven from behind! He flies into the ropes while Kelly rises to his feet with a blacked right eye now.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kelly is up, but his heart is beatin’ in that swell around his eye.

 

[Michael rolls out of the ring quickly while still dazed from the champion's earlier onslaught. Kelly gets to the champion still caught in the ropes with a vicious european uppercut! The shot causes Kaven to fall out onto the apron.]

 

FAT SAUL and THE CROWD

OH!

 

FAT SAUL

POPPED him hard!

 

[Michael takes hold of his opponent then drags him off the apron onto the outside floor!]

 

FAT SAUL

Kelly takin’ the battle to the outside...

 

[Kaven gets on his hands and knees only to be grappled up by Michael Kelly! Kelly irish whips the champion into the security barrier with real force! Kaven hits the barrier full speed ahead then bounces off to end up in a pile on the floor. Michael rushes over to the champion to continue his momentum. Kelly reaches Drell then quickly picks him up to his feet.]

 

FAT SAUL

Stayin’ on him! Oh! Listen to that…

 

[Michael is caught off guard by the sudden sharp back hand chop! The sound of real pain echoes throughout before Kaven hits Michael with another! Kelly turns away to escape only to be caught for a exploder suplex from behind! The crowd loses it!]

 

FAT SAUL

Brace ya selves! ...

 

[Kelly pushes Kaven off when he attempts to lift him up! The champion ends up in a seated position on the security barrier. He stands up on the narrow top of the barrier before tip toeing down toward Michael! He shifts his feet carefully turning to end up facing away from a now standing Michael Kelly to leap off the barrier in a beautiful moonsault! The two men crash on to the outside floor.

 

“KILL! DRELL! KILL!”

 

[The fans rabidly urged the Champion.]

 

FAT SAUL

Can we settle on a maimin’, y'all; the man just welcomed a baby gal to the world?

 

[Both men are slow to get up after the high impact crash landing. Krell and Kelly struggle and crawl to get to the apron then, each rolls in beneath the bottom rope. The referee halts his count as both men stagger up.]

 

FAT SAUL

Look… at… this… both men, back up...

 

[Michael takes off at Krell, who counters with a clothesline from hell! The champion hooks a leg!]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

May have bounced him a bit too hard, Kelly back up at two...

 

[Kelly rolls over on his side after breaking the pin. Kaven rolls to his feet then turns his focus back to Michael Kelly. Drell takes off at Kelly, who counters with a thrust kick to the face of Kaven! The shot draws blood. In the background, Saul and the front row visibly watch the blood fly and then splatter on the mat. Michael to hook a leg quickly.]

 

… One!

 

… Kick out!

 

[The champion rolls over then spits a wad of blood out onto the mat. The kick busted his mouth open, but does little to his overall resolve.]

 

FAT SAUL

Did the referee just shuffle kick a tooth out of...

 

[Kelly comes up from behind Drell to apply a headlock! He then wrenches the champion's head void of any pity. Kaven kicks his legs out then digs his heels in to rise up, leading Michael to transition the maneuver into a crude sleeper hold.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kelly still has him, but Drell is pushin’ them both up!

 

[The champion counters this by reaching up to take hold of Kelly’s neck for a sit out jawbreaker!]

 

FAT SAUL

BANG!

 

“KILL! DRELL! KILL!”

 

FAT SAUL

Both down… Champ's up… Kelly usin’ the ropes, he's up...

 

[Kelly holds himself up by the ropes before taking off at a now charging Drell! The champion notices Michael crouch slightly which leads him to aim for a single leg high knee! It hits the mark leading the crowd to pop!]

 

FAT SAUL

When his baby gal asks where he went the night she was born… he can honestly say he had no idea...

 

[Kelly stumbles to his knees but now Kaven riles up the crowd before maneuvering his opponent for a crowd wowing lungblower suplex! The champion hooks a leg!]

 

FAT SAUL

For sweet baby Emalyn that has to be...

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Three!

 

FAT SAUL

...that's it. Kaven Drell notches another defense.

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

Michael Kelly may return to his family. With a helluva shiner formin’.

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

Here is your winner,  AND STILL Union Battleground War Horse Champion, Kaven Drell!

 

[Kelly stirs slightly but still down while Drell is handed his championship by the referee. Michael tries to get up leading Kaven to walk over and extend a hand out. “Kill! Drell! Kill!” chants break out while Kaven helps Michael up to his feet in a show of respect.]

 

FAT SAUL

The battle is over and the smoke has cleared.

 

[Again, the old man stands with his thousands of friends in Washington DC to honor and respect the effort and showmanship.]

 

FAT SAUL

One of the very best and THE fastest risin’ in the business...

DAWN OF A NEW AGE

[The scene cuts to static...]


<<YOUR BROADCAST HAS BEEN INTERRUPTED… PLEASE STAND BY>>

 

FAT SAUL

...what in tarnation?


[We fade from the static to a darkened room, there we see, in the spotlight, The Iconic Prince himself, Maverick. He takes the hood down from his head and looks up to the camera.]

MAVERICK
Well, you win some and you lose some. Datura, you were the better fighter that day and I respect that, maybe another match down the line, eh? I’d love one… But that’s not why I have taken over the show because I’ve something to say.

[Maverick turns his head, in a motion quite like he’s cracking his neck.]

MAVERICK
Now, if you know me, I am in a group called “The Icons”... I am already a former Tag Team Champion with one of those men, but I have asked and they want nothing to do with you lot… To be honest, we don’t want to run Union Battleground to the dirt. We don’t want to take over another company, we are happy enough to take over an entire ‘Network’ and those are facts.

But, if you know me at all… You’ll know about another team. One where we don’t give two fucks about anyone, where nobody is treated differently… You’ll take the same beating like everyone else, no matter who you are or want to be. So if you know me, and you know about Union Battleground’s latest signing… James Raymond… Then you know, exactly, who we fucking are.

[We then see someone walk from out of the frame and stand behind Maverick, he pulls down the mask he’s wearing to show it’s none other than James Raymond himself.]

JAMES RAYMOND
We are the New Age Killers. We are the next Union Battleground Battalion Champions. We are here… to fuck shit up.

MAVERICK
And everyone… oh, everyone… will fade to black.

JAMES RAYMOND
Long Live The N.A.K.

[We then cut to static once more.]


<<WE NOW CONTINUE YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED BROADCAST… PLEASE STAND BY>>

MIKE DEMPSEY

The following battle is scheduled for one fall, and is for a Unique Opportunity! Introducing first, standing standing 5’7” and weighing in at 130 pounds, from Tampa, Florida, she is Datura!

[The arena turns black. On the screen, scenes of post-apocalyptic landscapes haunt the darkness. Over the speakers, an eerie synth pad sets the mood as a deep, raspy voice begins speaking:]



THE CAR’S ON FIRE
AND THERE'S NO DRIVER AT THE WHEEL
AND THE SEWERS ARE ALL MUDDIED
WITH A THOUSAND LONELY SUICIDES
AND A DARK WIND BLOWS


[A chorus of strings play a melancholic tune as a pale spotlight settles at the top of the ramp. There, it falls on Datura, dressed in a pair of tight, dark jeans and a black hoodie. She stops at the top of the ramp and stares out into the darkness of the crowd and sea of jeers that flood her way.]

 

FAT SAUL

Appears her nose healed up well. Her nose ring ripped out in her loss to Lisa Seldon in the Crown of the King Cobra qualifyin’ match.
 
[Elizabeth trudges down the ramp, and the light follow.. The silhouette of hands reaching out to grab her can be seen on the outskirts of the light. Datura ignores them as she climbs up the steps.]

 

FAT SAUL

She may be facin’ Flash here tonight, but she has to wanna spill Lisa Seldon's blood.
 
[The strings slow. Datura stands upon the apron, cracks her neck, and enters under the top rope. She makes her way to the corner and unzips her hoodie. She extends her arms outward and rolls her neck, casting her gaze to the sky as her hoodie slides off her arms.]

 

FAT SAUL

Keep up with @IamDatura on Twitter and we'll see how it all unfolds.

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

And her opponent, standing 5’10” and weighing in at 213 pounds, from Pontiac, Illinois, he is “The Burner” Flash Kassidy!



ONE PILL MAKES YOU LARGER AND
ONE PILL MAKES YOU SMALL AND
THE ONES THAT MOTHER GIVES YOU DON'T DO ANYTHING AT ALL
GO CHASING RABBITS


[With lights flashing and a strobe light going off Flash Kassidy and Charlie Bloom make their way out to the stage. Flash in his signature coat and glasses. He bobs his head to the beat of the song before spinning around in a circle, a very cocky demeanor about him.]

 

FAT SAUL

Let's just be honest, Flash is my favorite.

 

[He stops and faces the audience,  slowly starting to slide his glasses down his nose as he looks over at Charlie, who gives him a determined grin. Flash licks his lips, before putting his arm around her shoulders, and beginning to head down to the ring. Flash was still vibing out to his own music, moving his head and free arm to the beat. ]


CHASING RABBITS PLAYING MADDEN IN A JASON MASK
TAKE A DAB TO THE FORSAKEN LAND
WAVING A MASON FLAG (MASON FLAG)
I'M JUST TALKIN' HELLA GIBBERISH
AND THAT'S NOT A REFERENCE TO EAZY... LIL' BITCH
SO TAKE A HIKE AND PUT ACID TABS IN YOUR MAXIPADS


[As they gets closer to the ring Flash slows his step, looking out at the audience one more time, seemingly brushing their reactions off like it was a chip on his shoulder. Flash gets a running start, leaving Charlie behind as he jumps into the ring showing off this athleticism in the process. Pausing for a moment inside the ring, he waits for Charlie to walk up the ring steps and opens the ropes up for her.]

 

FAT SAUL

Always a gentleman…

 

[As soon as Charlie is in the ring, Flash runs over to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the second rope, He gazes out over the audience, before letting out a slight giggle in his not so sober fashion. He then points out into the crowd at random before placing one foot on the top rope, and back flipping off, landing directly on his feet.  As soon as he does land however, he quickly rolls over into whatever corner Charlie has stationed herself at. Flash gives her a quick kiss on the lips before removing his jacket, and sitting back in the corner. Waiting till the very last second to remove his shades.]

 

FAT SAUL

Be sure to follow The Burner, @FlashMeKassidy, on Twitter.

 

[The two wrestlers stare one another down from across the ring. The referee comes in to call for the bell!]

HOLD ON, HOLD ON!

[The arena quiets to a lull in confusion, but not for long, as Gunnar Graves is seen standing on the main stage with a microphone in hand. As the crowd gradually realize who it is, cheers become much more prevalent.]

 

FAT SAUL

Maybe we might find out what the...

 

GUNNAR GRAVES

I guess before we get this started, you all are probably wondering what this “unique opportunity” is that’s on the line, yeah?

 

[The crowd cheers on in a mild uniform applause while both competitors nod their heads in the ring.]

 

GUNNAR GRAVES

Well, it’s simple really. The winner of this match earns the opportunity to face Alyssa Daniels at Crown of the King Cobra for the Union Battleground Championship!

 

FAT SAUL

What an announcement!

 

GUNNAR GRAVES

Ring the bell!

 

FAT SAUL

What an opportunity!

 

[DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

This match just took on a whole new meanin’!

 

[Datura takes off at Kassidy suddenly to hit a step up enziguri! The maneuver sends Flash back into the corner leading his opponent to charge. Kassidy pulls himself out of harm's way sending Datura crashing through the top and middle ropes, smashing into the ring post full speed ahead.]

 

FAT SAUL

She just bumped the ring a few inches!

 

[Flash glides through the ropes with grace out onto the apron before running on the apron to kick the dangling Datura in the head! The violent lick sends her back into the ring and onto her back. Flash leaps up onto the top rope from the apron.]

 

FAT SAUL

Already up top!

 

[Flash leaps off quicking aiming for a twisting elbow drop that crashes and burns with his opponent's raised knee caps! Both wrestlers end up on their backs after the hot exchange.]

 

FAT SAUL

She's up, Flash is risin’...

 

[Flash is slow to recover but gets to his feet. His eyes widen as he feels Datura’s hold on both of his shoulders for a sitout rear mat slam! Datura reaches up to take hold of one Kassidy’s legs for a pin!]

 

… One!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

The Burner is loose! A shot at THE Championship on the line.

 

[Datura gets back to her feet then catches Flash as he reaches one knee. She cradles him, aiming for a suplex, but fails in this endeavor under his weight. Kassidy counters with a suplex of his own! Flash leaps to his feet causing the crowd to pop!]

 

FAT SAUL

Slick! On his feet, but where's he...

 

[Kassidy gets to the ropes then glides through to end up back out on the apron. He waits patiently for his opponent grasping the top rope tightly in both hands. Datura gets back to her feet. Flash to leaps up on the top rope, springboarding off, to catch her with a clothesline! The maneuver knocks Datura off her feet completely and Kassidy hooks her leg for a pin!]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

No! Datura wants that shot just as badly.

 

[Datura kicks out then rolls to her feet still in a bit of a daze. Flash rolls over on his stomach to push himself up but Datura reaches down and takes hold of his right arm! She applies the disarm-her!]

 

FAT SAUL

She's got him here…

 

[Kassidy begins to flap about on the mat like a fish out of water. He reaches in vain with his free left hand toward the ropes that seem miles away.]

 

FAT SAUL

He's stretchin’... Oh, now that hand is hoverin’ just above the mat...

 

[The referee comes in close to watch for a tap, but Flash refuses. He reaches out with his left hand and digs his nails into the canvas in order to pull the weight of both wrestlers closer to the ropes.]

 

FAT SAUL

Charlie is cheerin’ ...this crowd is chantin’! Datura crankin’ ...Flash… is… crawlin’!

 

[Kassidy digs and scratches for the ropes but his efforts begin to pay off as he feels himself begin to fade from the pain. Datura is trying to break The Burner’s arm with little remorse. She wants the prize that’s been promised. Flash’s focus is solely on the bottom ropes as he makes one last lunge!]

 

FAT SAUL

Does she have him or will he...

 

[Success! Kassidy grabs the rope with his left hand to break the hold!]

 

FAT SAUL

Datura forced to break the hold!

 

[Flash rolls out of the ring as the crowd goes wild for this one. Kassidy taunts Elizabeth momentarily on the outside before walking up the ring steps slowly. He doesn’t take his eyes off of Datura, who taunts him openly now.]

 

FAT SAUL

She gives it right back to him!

 

[Flash slips through the ropes and both superstars dash at one another! They meet in the center of the ring with Kassidy stepping up on Datura’s left leg for a big time shining axe kick! The maneuver wows the crowd which leads Flash to further incite the faithful.]

 

FAT SAUL

He's got her! ...and, gonna finish her off...

 

[Kassidy rushes over to the corner. He scales the turnbuckles to end up facing Datura, who is laid out on her back in the center of the ring. The distance between her and Flash causes most of the crowd to sit on the edge of their seats.]

 

FAT SAUL

He is gonna need to grab some…

 

[Flash leaps off to get major air before nailing Datura with a double foot stomp! The violent shot causes her to immediately grab at her ribs while simultaneously rolling out of the ring! She falls off the end of the apron to land on her side which causes Datura to scream.]

 

FAT SAUL

The thin mats did nothin’ to cushion her fall.

 

[Flash twist his right ankle slightly. Injured but still fine, Kassidy limps to his feet then focuses back on his opponent, who still lies on the outside of the ring. Flash hits his back then carefully rolls underneath the bottom rope. He ends up on the outside on both feet only to catch a solid elbow to the gut from a crouching Datura!]

 

FAT SAUL

She doubled him over.

 

[Datura cradles him up in a suplex position once more. This time she lifts him up for a brain buster on a knee! Datura continues her momentum by grappling Flash up to his feet then irish whips him toward the ring post! He hits face first and the blood flies!]

 

FAT SAUL

Deathmatch? No! This… is the Battleground!

 

[Datura mocks a Kassidy fan in the front row on her way after Flash. She reaches him and bends down to get Flash to his feet. Datura still favors her ribs which may have some cracks.]

 

FAT SAUL

A shot at the Battleground Championship on the line!

 

[Datura carefully rolls Kassidy back into the ring. A gash across his forehead drips and dribbles on the canvas. Datura hooks a leg after getting back in the ring!]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

Willin’ to bleed ...but not lose!

 

[Datura is shocked while the crowd explodes with cheers. She takes her eyes off the prize momentarily but regains her focus. Flash gets up on his hands and knees with a crimson red mask made of his own dribbling blood.]

 

FAT SAUL

She ain't lettin’ up on him…

 

[Datura comes in and takes hold of his right arm to whip Kassidy into the ropes. He bounces off then slingshots back at his awaiting opponent full speed ahead! Flash counters with a step up DDT out of nowhere! The crowd goes wild as he staggers to his feet bleeding badly now.]

 

FAT SAUL

Pin! Pin… get down there… nope…

 

[Flash leaves a trail of blood behind him on his way to the corner. He climbs up carefully while Datura is yet to move.]

 

FAT SAUL

...back to the top!

 

[Kassidy reaches the top then works up the crowd a bit before leaping off to perform a picture-perfect shooting star leg drop! Flash slowly reaches over to take hold of his opponents left leg to push both of her shoulders against the mat flush for a pin!]

 

FAT SAUL

BEAUTIFUL!

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Three!

 

FAT SAUL

HE'S DONE IT!

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

Flash has earned his shot...

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

Here is your winner, and new number one contender to the Union Battleground Championship, “The Burner” Flash Kassidy!

 

[Bloom gets to Flash to check on him while the ring doctors rush in to stop the bleeding. Kassidy is all smiles as the referee raises his hand high in victory.]

 

FAT SAUL

...he will challenge Alyssa Daniels for the Union Battleground Championship at the Crown of the King Cobra!

THE MONSTER ARRIVES

[We cut in as Lisa Seldon slides into shot, leaving a frustrated camera crew and Savannah Skye struggling to keep up.]

LISA SELDON
Good to see you, Savannah. Now let’s listen to me.

[Lisa pounces and plucks the microphone from her hand before Savannah say a word.]

LISA SELDON
You know, I've never understood the idea of me being busy and successful used as a knock against me. Like, I won two belts last week and defended another, just so this weirdo could point at it and go: see, that’s why she’s going to lose. That and dancing back and forth, trying not to commit to an argument.

[She mouths the words or maybe not and throws a spooky hand gesture into the mix.]

LISA SELDON
Here's the thing. This is my whole, entire deal. I’m not a part-time lingerie model, I don't play in that weird fucking pervert American Football league and I don't have to spend in of my free time raising and tending to the dead. I imagine that takes a lot of work.

[Savannah nods in agreement, as if she would know the effort involved in necromancial upkeep.]

LISA SELDON
I haven’t spread myself near as thin as half the people out here. My focus is straight ahead. I want to be the best and I want to bring everyone along with me.

[Lisa pushes Savannah out of shot, because this is her time now.]

LISA SELDON
The Crown of the King Cobra is going to be our calling card. We’re going to put this up there with the Cult Classic, Bad Company. We’re going to announce ourselves in the conversation and we need a hot fresh new face to sell it.

[Lisa starts to pick up the pace. Despite the fact she’s been in Union for like 14 minutes, she’s very invested.]

LISA SELDON
Inaros isn’t it. He’s a trained dog, dancing on his hind legs and playing fetch for teacher. No idea what the fuck he’s getting into or why he might be doing. He doesn’t care about this. He doesn’t care about anything. He’s going to wake-up half an hour after the show, straighten his bandages and then go about his day regardless. He’s a soulless block of moulting flesh and you people deserve better.

[She steps forward. A camera who had not been expecting that nearly goes over on his rear.]

LISA SELDON
Union Battleground deserves a name that’s going to represent them. That’s going to carry them to the top. The only thing Inaros is carrying is his fermented organs in a bin bag. All that’s left is a heart and I’m going to rip that right out of him.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

BRINGING HELL WITH ME

[The world is dark. The light has faded. Smoke slowly fills the screen as light from either side clickers to life. Straight white neon light that bounces through the smoke. An outline of a body is seen walking through the smoke and as it emerges we see the full outline of a woman. Her long blond hair tied back with the front and sides up as the back flows down her shoulders and back. Her shoulders are broad and she has a muscular frame but is still feminine. Her voice booms out with a European accent but far enough removed not to be completely foreign.]

JOHANNA KRIEGER
Freedom... is the ability to challenge yourself far beyond the constraints of traditional rule and order. We draw strength from our passions... we're driven by desire... even hatred can be a worthy ally when used against an enemy... and yet, we are told to turn our backs on these things... the very feelings, emotions... that makes us all... human.


[She chuckles to herself as her lips twist in a wicked smirk, her bright blue eyes shine as her hands slide up to the sides of her jacket as she drips it and widens her stance]

JOHANNA KRIEGER
My name is Johanna Marie Krieger. I was born in Nuremberg, Germany. I stood on the side of law and justice as a police officer. But everyone has dreams and a few years ago I quit that job and left Germany to follow mine. I have toured Europe, Japan, and America. And now, now I have signed a contract with Union Battleground. A company full of the unique, the special, the obscene and the violent. This is where I belong and a company where I can feel whole. And soon. Soon I will get in the ring and show you all what I can do and what the future of violence looks like.

[Johanna smiles wide, her face covered in war paint. Black lines laying vertically and horizontally. Her lips also covered with black lipstick, her eyes with a smokey effect as she tilts her head, her tongue moving across her teeth and lips.]

JOHANNA KRIEGER
I'm coming...and I'm bringing hell with me...

[She comes close as her voice goes to almost a whisper, we fade out hearing her low chuckle under her breath.]

MIKE DEMPSEY

The following battle is scheduled for one fall and is a Crown of the King Cobra Semifinals Match! Introducing first, standing 5’6” and weighing in at 130 pounds, from Glasgow, Scotland, she is Lisa Seldon!

 

[“Fear of Dying” blasts out over the speakers; a thunderous flurry that soon draws Lisa out to the stage. Lisa steps out, drops to her knees and throws both arms out at her sides, pulling some applause from the crowd.]

I'M NOT AFRAID OF STANDING STILL

I'M JUST AFRAID OF BEING BORED

I'M NOT AFRAID OF SPEAKING MY MIND

I'M JUST AFRAID OF BEING IGNORED


[Lisa pops back up and saunters down to the ring, beaming a smile as she takes her time with it. Never breaking her stride she hops up onto the apron, leans back to shoot a wink into the nearest camera and then hops up over the ropes.]

 

FAT SAUL

Last show, Frankenstein ripped Datura's nose ring out before eventually winnin´ and advancin´ to be here tonight.

[She lands with her arms out stretched and does a little spin for good measure. She then takes her corner and hops up for a seat on the top turnbuckle.]

 

FAT SAUL

She has a huge followin´ on Twitter and y'all can get behind her too, just follow @Lisacanrana.

 

[The lights in the arena dim, sometimes flickering; a low fog begins to roll out from the entryway. As "The Last Ritual" by RhoCassio begins to play, Umi steps out and into view. Clutched beneath one arm is an ancient tome--the Book of the Dead--and behind her stands the towering figure of Inaros. As the beat picks up she stops and turns back to him, pointing a finger toward the ring. Inaros doesn't nod or otherwise acknowledge her... he simply complies, stoic as he begins to march forward.]

 

FAT SAUL

Oh, what a challenge she has in front of her tonight, y'all. Inaros truly scares Ol´ Saul.
 

MIKE DEMPSEY

And her opponent, standing 7’0” and weighing in at 375 pounds, from The Valley of The Kings, Egypt, he is Inaros!


"THE LAST RITUAL" BY RHOCASSIO
BEGINS TO PLAY


[Upon reaching the ring, Inaros halts. Umi steps in front of the massive creature, who lowers his head... and Umi takes a moment to remove his Egyptian headdress. After she moves out of his way, Inaros reaches up and grabs the ropes, pulling himself onto the apron before stepping over the top rope. He paces only briefly, walking the ring with authority and a barely restrained rage.]

 

FAT SAUL

Be sure to follow @TheSandsDemand and keep up with Umi's quick summonin´s of wit.

 

[Seldon looks up at the monster while Umi grins slightly before Lisa scrowls at her from across the ring. Umi glides through the ropes leaving Inaros looking out at Lisa Frankenstein.]

 

FAT SAUL

Lisa said it before Umi and I get to say it right now...

 

[The referee calls for the bell!]

 

FAT SAUL

This is Frankenstein and The Mummy!

 

[DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

And, she ain't afraid not… one… bit!

 

[Inaros immediately begins to approach Lisa after the bell sounds. She backs up then falls into the ropes to slingshot herself right at the mummy! Seldon aims for a sliding drop kick, but catches Inaros on the right shin! The sudden shot sends the monster to one knee leading Frankenstein to roll to her her feet then hit the ropes just behind Inaros to come back for a diving neckbreaker the causes the crowd to pop!]

 

FAT SAUL

And, she ain't intimidated not… one… bit!

 

[Inaros lands hard then rolls over onto his back allowing Seldon to go for a pin!]

 

...On — Thrown off!

 

FAT SAUL

Whoa! She landed on her feet...

 

[Seldon is thrown up into the air by Inaros to break the pin. The strength of the monster intrigues the veteran of the squared circle.]

 

FAT SAUL

Umi twitchin’ her finger at Seldon over there, “Not that easy Frankenstein!”

 

[Inaros gets back to his feet then swings around just in time to scoop up a charging Lisa Seldon for a running powerslam! Inaros wastes little time in going for a quick pin!]

 

FAT SAUL

The referee divin’ into position here...

 

… One!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

No!

 

[Seldon rolls to her feet in a bit of a daze. Inaros gets up to one knee slower than his opponent and pays a price for it. Lisa rushes at her slower opponent and catches him with a violent knee to the side of the head! The shot sends Inaros through the ropes and out onto the apron.]

 

FAT SAUL

Lisa comin’ off the ropes on this side...

 

[He attempts to rise on the apron only to be nailed by a charging Seldon that sends Inaros off the apron and onto the outside floor.]

 

FAT SAUL

Look out! Look out! Look out!

 

[The crowd explodes with cheers!]

 

FAT SAUL

And, the Monster is down!

 

[Lisa smiles at Umi from inside the ring after sending the monster out.]

 

FAT SAUL

Oh, here we go…

 

[Umi raises the book up high into the air leading Inaros to rise! Lisa looks at the book knowing she needs to get her hands on it while the mummy gets back into the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

...up and back in and she ain't backin’ off!

 

[Inaros glides through the ropes while Seldon comes in for some offense only to get caught around the throat by her much larger opponent!]

 

FAT SAUL

Umi has that book HIGH above her huge grin over there!

 

[Lisa’s eyes widen as the monster lifts her up high into the air but she counters by pulling up both feet then kicking off Inaros chest! The counter gets her out of the chokeslam and back on the canvas, landing on both feet.]

 

FAT SAUL

Don't much matter if ya twenty-one or twenty-one-gazillion years old...

 

[Inaros charges at her suddenly leading her to duck low and slide between his legs!]

 

FAT SAUL

...it's about experience...

 

[She leaps back to her feet as Inaros swings around bent completely over, he catches a wicked facebuster from his smaller counterpart!]

 

FAT SAUL

And, Lisa Seldon's got it!

 

[Frankenstein hooks a leg!]

 

… One!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

But no! She can't keep Umi's Inaros down.

 

[Seldon gets up quickly but Inaros does as well! So fast it catches Seldon off guard allowing her opponent to grapple her around the neck! Inaros leads her over to the turnbuckle then slams her face first into the top turnbuckle! He then leans back pulling Lisa back as well only to smash her face into the middle turnbuckle!]

 

FAT SAUL

Frankenstein is down! Flat on her back!

 

[Umi appears pleased by the display but its short lived as Seldon staggers to both feet!]

 

FAT SAUL

Not for long though and she… is… smilin’, y'all!

 

[A bloody spot can be seen near the mummy’s right ear from the violent knee shot earlier. Lisa notices and realizes it can be hurt.]

 

FAT SAUL

Fast, stiff and precise, one after another...

 

[Lisa comes in with sharp kicks to the monster’s right leg that is still tender from the dropkick. Seldon aims all her strikes to the right leg of her much larger opponent. Inaros takes hold of her hair then slams her on the mat face-first! The referee rushes in to scold Inaros for his transgression.]

 

FAT SAUL

I'm guessin’ the referee has issue with the fist full of hair. His prerogative...

 

[Inaros turns away from the ref and chases after Frankenstein, who rolls out of the ring. She lands on both feet on the outside then turns slowly to see Umi holding the book of the dead.]

 

FAT SAUL

She's got it!

 

[Inaros is still in the ring when Seldon latches onto the book of the dead with both hands!]

 

FAT SAUL

Umi fightin’ to keep ahold of it!

 

[Lisa and Umi have a struggle on the outside of the ring for the book while Inaros rolls out of the ring on the opposite side.]

 

FAT SAUL

Damn, he is huge! And, he better get… Frankenstein has the book!

 

[Seldon pulls the book from the grasp of Umi then turns around to catch a big boot to the face from a charging Inaros!]

 

FAT SAUL

...but not for long and, now what?!

 

[The violent shot leaves her laid out on the outside floor. Inaros looks down at the book until Umi retrieves it carefully to restore her hold.]

 

FAT SAUL

Ol´ Saul may be seein’ things, y'all, but Umi even looked frightened there for a blink… back in control now though.

 

[Inaros bends over to pick up Seldon. He hoists her up high into the air! Umi watches alongside as Inaros tosses Lisa through the top and middle ropes and back into the ring! She lands awkward then rolls over onto her side in a heap.]

 

FAT SAUL

Man! Like she was a sack of feathers… but he's hurtin’...

 

[The Mummy slowly turns toward the steel ring steps then approaches with a slight limp. The right leg sore from Seldon’s relentless attack. She rolls over onto her stomach in the center of the ring to see the monster’s limp.]

 

FAT SAUL

The last thing Inaros wanted Frankenstein to… POW!

 

[Lisa leaps up just as the monster bends to go through the ropes. Seldon catches the monster on the jaw with a Yakuza kick!]

 

FAT SAUL

If anyone caught those, they are wood and will go right back in his mouth… please return them...

 

[The impact echoes throughout leading Inaros to fall off the apron to end up on the the ring steps.]

 

FAT SAUL

Here comes THE MONSTER ...Frankenstein!

 

[Inaros head is draped across the top ring step which catches Seldon’s attention leading her to leap up on the top rope then springboard off aiming for a leg drop on the monsters head on the steel steps!]

 

FAT SAUL

Off with his…

 

[Umi pushes Inaros off the steps at the last possible moment causing Seldon to crash on the steps!]

 

FAT SAUL

Only in Union Battleground, y'all! Umi is summonin’ the Mummy and Frankenstein is hurtin’.

 

[Umi holds the book up into the air when she regains her composure after the exchange. Inaros sits up then rises to both feet quickly while Seldon rolls around on the outside floor holding the back of her legs in pain.]

 

FAT SAUL

Inaros is just standin’ over her, referee threatenin’ to count unless...

 

[Inaros yanks Lisa up by the hair of her head then rolls her back into the ring with pure force!]

 

FAT SAUL

Lisa Seldon is on her hands and knees pushin’... herself… back… up!

 

[Inaros gets back into the ring then comes up from behind his opponent in a slow methodical manner. The monster then clobbers Frankenstein from behind with a huge forearm! The shot sends her back down to her knees but then she attempts to get back up.]

 

FAT SAUL

Knock her down and she is fightin’ her way...

 

[Once more the mummy hits her with a forearm to the back before wrapping both arms around her. The belly to back suplex shakes the entire ring!]

 

FAT SAUL

That'll do it!

 

[The monster gets to his feet then waits patiently for his opponent to get back up before rushing up behind her to squeeze Lisa’s head!]

 

FAT SAUL

Look at this! Inaros made her expend more energy and ...here comes the referee…

 

[The pressure causes the referee to come in close, but Umi suddenly leaps up on the apron to draw his attention. It backfires, Seldon kicks the mummy swiftly in his ancient sack!]

 

FAT SAUL

...humfph!

 

[This violation saves Lisa and causes the monster of a man to buckle before her with Umi outraged by the outcome!]

 

FAT SAUL

Inaros has got nards!

 

[Lisa clinches up with Inaros, who is on both knees now. The muay-thai clinch strikes are up close and personal. The right ear of the monster continues to bleed but Lisa does not let up before a final blow sends the monster flat on his back!]

 

FAT SAUL

Stingin’ shots! She's really layin’ into… OH! Inaros bleeds! Ol´ Saul thought Seldon stained his wraps, but no… she's goin’ I the corner...

 

[Lisa rushes to the closest corner then scales the turnbuckles to reach the top quickly. Umi gets back on the apron and it gets Frankenstein’s attention. Seldon and Umi go back and forth arguing before Lisa leaps off to catch Umi with a diving tornado DDT off the apron!]

 

FAT SAUL

No! I understand she was on the apron, but...

 

“FRANK-EN-STEIN!”

 

[The maneuver wows the entire crowd and the camera angle comes from the edge of the security barrier to slowly reveal the carnage but before it does, Lisa leaps up! The crowd explodes in cheers as she looks down at Umi and taunts her openly.]

 

FAT SAUL

She's up! And, there's… but the monster has collected his marbles.

 

[Frankenstein notices the book of the dead just lying on the outside floor and goes for it but before she can nab it up, Inaros takes hold of her by the hair.]

 

FAT SAUL

He's got her! Reachin’ through the ropes and pullin’ her back in...

 

[Seldon’s eyes widen as the monster uses his brute strength to pull her up onto the apron and then, wraps his huge left hand around her throat. The crowd boos as he lifts her up high and over the top rope for a big time choke slam!]

 

FAT SAUL

Brought back in by the throat and he's not done...

 

[Inaros wastes little time in grappling up his smaller opponent for a pumphandle slam into a pin!]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Three!

 

FAT SAUL

...The Mummy has defeated Frankenstein!

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

Here is your winner, and advancing to the finals of the Crown of the King Cobra Tournament, Inaros!

 

[Umi slides into the ring clutching the book of the dead close. She smiles wide to reveal a set of bloody teeth. The DDT busted her mouth but she does not allow that to hinder her happiness at this outcome.]

 

FAT SAUL

Folks, she brought a Mummy from the dead to dominate the Battleground and now...

 

[Inaros refuses to allow the referee to touch or raise his hand in victory.]

 

FAT SAUL

...Inaros is in the final of the Crown of the King Cobra!

RISE TO PROMINENCE

“It comes down to this, doesn’t it?”

[Seated on a production equipment crate, the Seattle Saint looks down, his eyes focused on the ground.]


FINN WHELAN
“This is where I wanted to be. I could talk about last year, where I went through the likes of Terry McKenna -- a name everyone knew, whether they respected him or not -- who, despite being a popular favorite to move on during that moment, threw a fucking hissy fit on a radio show and was never seen in this company again.”

[Finn slowly raises his head, and at the same time, his hand and he looks at it as his eyes narrow. He seems determined, focused -- the same Seattle Saint that he’s been displaying for the camera. Despite solitude, despite what chaos surrounds him, he is the epitome of the calm, collected man that he’s always been. At least...outside the ring.]

FINN WHELAN
“With these bare hands, I’ve removed names from this company that should no longer be here because of the infinitely destructive egotism that slides in from the left and the right. People who are praised because of who everyone else thinks they are. People who are defined by the works of others, that skate by on other’s nameplates. People who aren’t ready for the height of companies like these.”

[He lifts the other hand, casting his gaze onto the taped palms he always wore to keep himself from bleeding from his fingers in the ring. Whelan was a fast-paced wrestler, and he was also one who enjoyed the thrill of seeing another lying decimated in the ring. Like others in this tournament, he wanted to them down and out for sure before he could claim any prizes.]

FINN WHELAN
“Rodney Stillwater took me for some inbred punk rock cunt and found himself on the end of a Revelation 6:4. Where was his infinite wisdom then? Thought if he spoke in circles, tried to relate himself to his opponents, show he was everchanging, he would survive in this business. Where is he?”

[He clenches both of his fists tightly before he sits up and looks directly at the camera.]

FINN WHELAN
“In this business, there are very few who rise to prominence, only to be overshadowed and cast out like rotten eggs the next week. When I lost to Emery Layton last year, I was overshadowed. I should have been -- she was the better wrestler that night. But I fought hard for power. I went through names that don’t even show their face in this company, let alone many others. By all means, I should have a shot at that championship. I should be the next one in line.”

[Dropping both of his hands into his lap, he shakes his head slowly side to side, exhaling.]

FINN WHELAN
“But I wanted to earn it. When I was facing Salvation in 4CW, something stuck with me that Nemesis said: I forget the verbiage — and honestly, fuck that cunt — but he essentially stated that I wasn’t brave enough to take it on my own, to push myself to the forefront of this company and take it for myself. In the end, it’s because I wanted to earn my shot. I wanted to push myself to the top of this company not because I’d taken it by the throat, but because I earned my medals. Because I won. I have participated in every tournament, I have come from matches where I made stupid mistakes and still made something of myself. And yet, here I stand, in a tournament again facing people who haven’t earned jack shit.”

“I’m not saying that Mikey Svarro is a wrestler with a lack of decoration that shouldn’t be in this tournament. On the contrary -- Mikey has stepped through multiple bars and hundred-dollar prostitutes to get through this last week, after all. And I’m not even saying he’s not done anything in this tournament. His first opponent, a joke rather than a killer clown, and his second, a watered-down version of the easiest character trope you’d see on this kind of programming. For someone like Svarro, those are bargain-basement wins. Even then, he still required help. Because for someone like Svarro, he wants to attain the keys to the kingdom with the least bit of resistance.”

“Meanwhile, I’m taking on people who want to be famous and have gone on to do great things outside of this company because this show gave them performance credit. I’m taking on a man who stated he was going to be taking this company by storm, and has been with it since nearly day one. My match with Flash was one for the masses, but it wasn’t the same as this. It will never hold a candle to this.”


[Again, he shakes his head.]

FINN WHELAN
“It will always be this. Mikey and I, we’re diabolical when we stand in the same room together. You can never tell if this is a frenemy-type of deal, or if we just know how to make it look like we’re even slightly on the same page. But we’re destructive in the ring. Tonight, y’all are in for a treat. We’re gonna go hard, and in the end, the better man will have won. But I want you to hear me out, Graves, and take heed of what I say here: if I fail tonight, I’m fairly certain that out of everyone in this company, I have a right to a match for the Union Battleground Championship regardless. I’ve beaten Kimitsu. I have beaten those who have tried to face Daniels. I was nearly able to take that win at Guerrilla Warfare. I have earned the pins on my lapels, Graves.”

[He rises to his feet and stretches out his arms, crossing them and pulling them across his body.]

FINN WHELAN
“You can’t deny that. There is no one else in this company that has put in the work that I have. Not even my sister. Win or lose, Graves, Svarro, Seldon, Inaros, Daniels...I’m coming for that title, whoever holds it in the end. It will be mine.”

RIP

“Let’s be honest with ourselves, we both knew this match was coming.”

[The scene flickers to life, showing Mikey Svarro standing in front of the camera. It’s rather difficult to make out any sort of background because it’s so dark. The only way you can tell that he’s outside, is because the sound of crickets is so close. He’s also got his hands shoved deep within the pockets of his jacket, so it’s probably pretty cold. Still, his usual smirk remains intact.]


MIKEY SVARRO
“It’s been said before and I’ll say it again, this match should have been saved for the finals, plain and simple. Of course, Union Battleground is fair in their game, and they kept the brackets the way they were drafted originally. Good on them. So we weren’t able to meet each other in the finals this time, Finn, but from the moment the participants were announced, we knew we’d see each other. In our RIGHTFUL place in the main event, of course!”

[He takes a moment to pause and brush his shoulder off, giving himself a nod for being booked in the main event. Always the first to congratulate himself.]

MIKEY SVARRO
“Sure, we had some road bumps along the way, like Danny Colt or Fallon, and some masquerading as road blocks instead, like Kaelan or Flash. However, no matter how we did it, or who we’d end up against, we both knew we’d be here in this exact moment. We’ve both been waiting for it, and what do ya know, here we are! Seems like we’ve been waiting ages, doesn’t it, Finn? Seems like we’ve even been waiting years…”

[His gaze left the camera for once, turning and walking along a small dirt path. You could now see the background a little better. Lots of grass, for sure, with small dirt paths every which way, like the one that Mikey was now walking on. Plus, the most surprising items, several headstones.]

MIKEY SVARRO
“Because when you think about it, haven’t we been waiting years? When I first met you, I had already been trying to get into your wife’s pants for quite a while, and there was even a moment where I was dangerously close. We were even walking around backstage holding hands, only for her to claim that she was just doing it so I’d agree to a specific stipulation that would benefit her when I defended my belt. She can paint that narrative all she wants, and maybe it was even true, but did it end up helping her when push came to shove? I still held the Legacy Championship until the company closed its doors, and she left empty-handed, swearing up and down that she never had any true feelings for me. Whatever.”

[He stopped in front of one headstone in particular, and as he turned the camera could actually read it. “Erin Epiphany” is read. Which was a nod for those of yesteryear, but anyone who had been following along could understand it was supposed to be Finn’s belated wife. Naturally, it was a fake.]

MIKEY SVARRO
“I guess we’ll never know the truth of the matter, because the bitch is dead. Some would call me insensitive for bringing this up, but so be it. I’ve got no filter, so what. We both know my original beef was with Aaron, and you just inherited it when you chose to stay in the business and she didn’t. But, you know as well as I do that she never actually outsmarted me, she never got the last laugh. Ever since then we’ve had this back and forth, are they buds or do they hate each other, kind of situation. You’re an alright enough guy out of the ring, but inside, we know that I’m better.”

[Mikey took his hands out of his jacket pockets, leaning up against the headstone with his hands at first, before turning and simply sitting upon it, facing the camera again.]

MIKEY SVARRO
“And you can toss around your knowledge of me all you want, it definitely saved me from having to give Union Battleground the run down. They might be in the past, but they show what I’m capable of, and how far I’ve gone, how far I’ll go again. I’ve always been the kind of guy who waits on the sidelines, until the time is right, and then I flip over the board and hold all the damn pieces hostage. I change the game each and every time. You can try to keep up, but you’re not there just yet, Finn. You want to be, so damn badly, but you can’t be while I’m here.”

[He slid an item up from the depths of his pant pocket. It didn’t take a genius to guess what the item was - his trusty pack of cigs, of course, followed closely by a tope colored lighter. He quickly lit one, before blowing a cloud into the night sky. The darkness of the night contrasted well with the smoke.]

MIKEY SVARRO
“So yes, this is what we’ve been waiting for. We both knew it would happen, but whether you admit it or not, we both know it’s me who’s getting his hand raised tonight. Me who advances in the Crown of the King Cobra tournament. Me who is the next Crown of the King Cobra Champion.”

[He motioned for the belt around his waist, you know the one. The one that all wrestler’s seem to have engraved into their heads. Mikey Svarro was no different.]

MIKEY SVARRO
“I’ll go ahead and dedicate this match to the memory of Aaron Swaim.”

[Another short snicker from Svarro.]

MIKEY SVARRO
“Let’s do this, Finn.”

MIKE DEMPSEY

The following battle is scheduled for one fall and is a Crown of the King Cobra Semifinals Match! Introducing first, standing 5’11” and weighing in at 185 pounds, from the Sin City ...Las Vegas, Nevada… he is Mikey Svarro!

HATE, SOMETHING, SOMETIME, SOMEWAY, SOMETHING KICK OFF THE FOR ME.
SOMETHING, INSIDE!
I'LL NEVER EVER FOLLOW.
SO GIVE ME SOMETHING THAT IS FOR REAL!
I'LL NEVER EVER FOLLOW

[From seemingly out of nowhere the beginning small drum of "Got the Life" by Korn plays over the PA and people already know who it is. Immediately after the instrumental starts and the crowd fills the place with boos.]

 

FAT SAUL

Mikey defeated Kaelan Laughlin to advance into the semifinals here tonight.

 

[From behind the black curtain, first comes the humongous Rumble Reyes, shades on and his arms crossed. Stoic as ever. He stands at the top for a few seconds before Mikey Svarro joins him. He's got his signature shades on too, a smirk across his face. He takes in the heat, before starting down the ramp. Rumble walks a little behind him, until they get up to the ring. Rumble hops up onto the apron, holding the rope down as Mikey walks up the steel steps. He ducks under the raised top rope and steps into the squared circle.]

 

FAT SAUL

If ya unsure how to find Mikey on Twitter, @ListenHARD1!

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

And his opponent, standing 6’4” and weighing in at 202 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, he is “The Seattle Saint” Finn Whelan!

 

[Just before the first line of the song, Finn Whelan has appeared not from the curtain, but from one of the visitor's entrances. He stops at the top of the steps for a moment, a slight smirk on his face as he glances at the people around him, and then sets his eyes upon the ring down below.]

 

FAT SAUL

Whelan is focused and beat my boy, Flash Kassidy, to compete in the semifinals tonight.

 

[Finn makes his way down slowly, ignoring the people around him though a few clap him on the shoulders as he descends.]


I'M NOT TOO SURE WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS
THESE HANDS, THIS MIND, THIS INSTABILITY
FROM A CAGE I CREATED, TO A HELL AND HEAVEN MADE
CAN'T LET GO OF THE HATRED
BECAUSE I LOVE THE WAY IT TASTES


[At the barrier, he slings himself over and slides immediately underneath the bottom rope and leaps to his feet in the center of the ring. He heads directly for the ropes in front of him, and hops up onto the bottom one, bouncing slightly as he looks back at the crowd, choosing a few choice words to share with them. He drops down from it, and pulls off his vest as he heads to his place against the turnbuckle, leaning into it as his music fades out.]

 

FAT SAUL

Follow @Theseattlesaint on Twitter to keep up with Whelan.

 

[The crowd is standing to watch this one. The referee comes in to explain the rules of the match up. Finn and Mikey both stare each other down nose to nose. Not a word is spoken between these two friends turned foes.]

 

FAT SAUL

Forgive me fellas, Ol´ Saul can't stand anymore.

 

[DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

This, is the main event! The winner faces Inaros in the FINAL...

 

[Svarro and Whelan circle one another. They both lash out at the same exact time to ball up in the center of the ring! The crowd stands as the two men swing each other around the ring. Finn gets Mikey pent up in the corner then hits him with a sharp chop across the heart!]

 

FAT SAUL

Chest reddenin’! Now he's chokin’ him...

 

[Whelan puts a foot up across the throat of his former friend to choke him against the top turnbuckle. Finn can be see muttering at Svarro, who drops down to a seated position then flat on the mat to roll out of the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

...and tellin’ him all about it!

 

[Reyes comes over to consult with Svarro, who assures him. Finn flips Reyes a middle-finger salute and then, mocks Svarro openly. Mikey slides in the ring then leaps to his feet to meet the onslaught of Finn! The two men swap blow for blow in the center of the ring. The crowd loses it.]

 

FAT SAUL

Hard. Stiff. Shots. Back and forth...

 

[Whelan begins to lose the battle of the fists leading him to run for the ropes on the opposite side of the ring to slingshot his larger frame at Mikey, who counters with a gut wrenching spear. Svarro tumbles through the maneuver to hold for a pin!]

 

… One!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

Tackled him, but Finn… wants… this!

 

[Finn and Mikey are both quick to their feet. Svarro charges full speed at Whelan, who counters with a spinning back fist that smashes into the jaw of Mikey! Svarro turns leading Finn to wrap both arms around him then shifts his feet to aim the german suplex at the corner turnbuckles! Whelan hits the maneuver while Mikey’s head snaps forward after bouncing off the middle turnbuckle! The violent landing causes even Saul to wince.]

 

FAT SAUL

Just… woo, Boy. His neck.

 

[Whelan gets to his feet facing away from Mikey, who leg sweeps Finn from behind! Whelan staggers but uses his agility to snap right back to his feet. Svarro leaps up and catches Finn turning with a kick to the gut followed by a DDT!]

 

FAT SAUL

Out of nowhere, he's got him… must not be finished though...

 

[Mikey doesn’t attempt pin but rather taunts his former ally from above. Whelan spouts insults back while rolling onto his stomach. Finn presses down on the canvas to push himself off the mat. Svarro stomps down on his right hand suddenly! Saul and the crowd gasp with the second. Whelan’s hand trembles on the mat slightly before Mikey delivers a third and decisive stomp! Finn pulls the hand up to reveal dislocated ring and middle fingers.]

 

FAT SAUL

SONUVA!

 

[The crowd gasps at the close up on the big screen.]

 

FAT SAUL

Oh shit! Now he's got ahold of...

 

[Svarro takes hold of the hand and squeezes! Whelan squeezes back to fight through the serious pain to pull Mikey in for a solid short arm suplex!]

 

FAT SAUL

...but Finn floored him!

 

[Finn takes a knee then holds his right hand out in front of him again. He uses his left hand to align the joints in his finger. The ring finger is first snapped back into place. The horrific scene stuns the crowd. Saul looks away in the background. Whelan resets the middle finger wincing from the pain and then, he looks up; Mikey has watched this whole display. Svarro’s eyes widen with legitimate fear as The Seattle Saint rises to both feet.]

 

FAT SAUL

Man just put his hand back together and… now… he's up!

 

[Finn rushes at Svarro to take him to the mat in a Lou Thesz press that ends up with mounted punches on the mat! Mikey tries in vain to cover up while Whelan hammers him with a solid elbow! Then another!]

 

FAT SAUL

Mikey is somewhere next week and Finn is knockin’ the Hell out of him.

 

[The last elbow from Finn has left a large pump knot on the side of Mikey’s head. The referee comes in to check on him but he was unaware of the knot until now. Svarro touches it whille assuring the referee that he is fine. Whelan comes out of nowhere with a solid pele kick right on the knot! Mikey falls back into the ropes then spring forward.]

 

FAT SAUL

Ya got him!

 

[The Seattle Saint leaps back up in time to cradle up Svarro for a sitout michinoku driver that Finn transitions into a pin!]

 

FAT SAUL

Keep him down now...

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

Don't turn your back…

 

[The close pin causes Whelan to get up and argue the call with the referee. The crowd are all on their feet. Finn’s eyes widen as he’s grabbed from behind by Mikey for a hangman’s neckbreaker! Svarro then pulls himself up with the ropes then performs a standing leg drop across the throat of the Seattle Saint!]

 

FAT SAUL

Come on Stripes! ...

 

[Mikey rolls him up in a pin close to the ropes and then, uses said ropes to aid in his effort!]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

No! But Finn can't get away...

 

[Whelan rolls out of the ring only to be captured on the outside by Rumble Reyes then rolled back in to an awaiting Mikey Svarro!]

 

FAT SAUL

...right back in.

 

[Whelan gets to one knee while Mikey charges at him, full speed ahead! Finn springs up as he approaches for a wicked forearm smash! Svarro gets right back up while his opponent bounces off the ropes just behind him, flying in hot with another forearm! This shot sends Svarro to the mat flat on his back.]

 

FAT SAUL

Finn has Mikey's leg...

 

[Whelan drops down alongside his long time friend to apply a kneebar! Mikey begins to thrash around on the mat knowing that he is in real trouble now. Finn applies as much pressure as he possibly can almost immediately causing Mikey to extend a hand out from his body. The referee comes in close to watch this hand slowly turn to a ball-hand to indicate no tap.]

 

FAT SAUL

This crowd is nuts! Mikey refuses to tap!

 

[Mikey writhes in pain while Rumble Reyes beats on the apron to rally Svarro. Mikey begins to fade from the pain. The referee comes in close once more to lift the lifeless balled fist of Svarro off the mat. The ref then drops Mikey’s right hand that bounces off the canvas lifeless. The official then takes hold of the wrestlers hand once more and lifts it up. Again, the hand bounces off the mat. A third and final time the referee lifts it up to drop it. Right before it hits the mat, Mikey holds his hand up then lunges forward to take hold of the bottom rope out of nowhere!]

 

FAT SAUL

No! He got to the ropes.

 

[The crowd boos while the referee breaks the hold.]

 

FAT SAUL

Finn has him hurtin’!

 

[Mikey rolls out of the ring to gather himself and nurse his right knee momentarily. Whelan watches from inside the ring as Reyes and Svarro discuss strategy while paying The Seattle Saint no attention. Finn backs into the ropes to spring full speed across the ring!]

 

FAT SAUL

The Seattle Saint takin’ flight!

 

[Rumble and Svarro look up just in time to see Whelan fly over the top rope in a beautiful suicide dive! Mikey pulls Reyes in front of him then ducks out of the way! Whelan wipes out Reyes then crashes alongside him on the outside floor!]

 

FAT SAUL

That's what friends are for!

 

[Finn gets up only to grappled up from behind by his opponent! Mikey whips Whelan into the apron with force! Finn hits the apron full speed ahead gut first! He bends over after the shot, but Mikey limps up from behind to roll this friend-turned-foe back into the ring!]

 

FAT SAUL

Mike's takin’ the ring steps. Slow. He's favoring that right leg.

 

[Mikey glides through the ropes to come up from behind a kneeling Finn Whelan. Svarro takes off to nail his opponent with a bulldog! Mikey gets back to his feet, slight staggering, but quick. Finn is laid out on his stomach and Svarro locks on a camel clutch!]

 

FAT SAUL

Oh, is he in a bad spot!

 

[Whelan’s eyes widen as he realizes the two men are locked up in the center of the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

What the Hell is this…

 

[Suddenly, Reyes appears on the apron! The referee rushes over to see what the fuss is about. Furious, Rumble points at Mikey.]

 

FAT SAUL

Ah! The big guy doesn't look all that happy to have taken a bullet..  

 

[Reyes made quite the commotion, causing Mikey to release the hold on Whelan and approach the referee and a red-faced Reyes. Behind the three men, Finn staggers to his feet. Mikey argues with Reyes and the referee tries to keep the two separated. Whelan charges Svarro from behind, looking to clobber him good.]

 

FAT SAUL

Take them both out!

 

[In the reflection of Reyes’ eyes, Mikey sees Finn coming and ducks. Finn clobbers Reyes instead and he flies off the apron and hits the security barrier! Finn leans through the ropes to talk trash to Rumble then comes back in, only to be caught around the neck by Mikey!]

 

FAT SAUL

No! Not… like… this!

 

[Svarro holds onto Whelan around the neck at his waist before taking off at the turnbuckles. He climbs up and hits Signing Off! Svarro hooks a leg as the boos become deafening throughout!]

 

FAT SAUL

No! Dammit!

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Three!

 

FAT SAUL

Mikey stole this one…

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

...Whelan has been robbed!

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

Here is your winner, and advancing to the finals of the Crown of the King Cobra Tournament, Mikey Svarro!

 

FAT SAUL

And, Boy, Mikey owes Rumble ...big time!

 

[Mikey looks around at Whelan down on the mat and Reyes down on the outside before the referee comes in to hold his hand high in victory.]

 

FAT SAUL

We are absolutely out of time! Remember to follow @Union_Battle exclusively on @BattlegroundNet! I am Fat Saul, here at ringside with y'all, until next time, I'll keep all y'all posted @RingsideKingpin.

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