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L!GHTS OUT #32

Oman Arena

Jackson, Tennessee

5,600

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A TRUE REIGN OF TERROR

[The lights in the arena dim, flickering on occasion. "The Last Ritual" by RhoCassio starts up, accompanied by a low fog; Umi steps out onto the ramp, wearing a suit in lieu of her usual priestess attire--though, she still has the Book of the Dead clutched tightly to her body. With her opposite hand, she grips a microphone... and holds the King Cobra Championship belt steady upon her shoulder. She pauses until the massive frame of Inaros emerges behind her. She points toward the ring, and the two of them head that way.]

 

FAT SAUL

We are getting right into it tonight! She is Umi and she is gripping tightly to the Book of the Dead, the same tome that she led that towering monster behind her through the very end of the Crown of the King Cobra to win that title belt there, on her shoulder.


[Once they reach the ring, Inaros climbs up onto the apron... and places a boot on the second strand, holding the ropes open. Umi scales up and enters the ring, followed by Inaros stepping over the top rope. She gives him some unheard instruction, and Inaros moves to the center of the ring... where he simply stands, staring out into the crowd with wild eyes. Umi waits patiently for the music to cut out before raising the mic to her lips.]

UMI
Behold: the bearer of the crown, your new King Cobra Champion. Inaros!

[The audience boos, forcing Umi to wait just a little longer. Her expression remains unaffected.]

UMI
It's no secret that he was the dark horse in this particular race. From the tournament's start to its brutal ending, no one--not among those in the locker room, nor among you witless onlookers beyond the barricade... not one soul believed Inaros would be standing here today the victor. Imagine that--really, do your absolute best to wrap your mind around it. Inaros, a seven foot warrior risen from the grave... considered an underdog. Truly, a testament to the sordid state of the wrestling world.

[Her expression falters, just for a moment, something like a sneer crossing her lips as she steadily paces around the towering Inaros.]

UMI
This ring has seen an excess of those that spoke of fangs, yet never took a bite. All the empty threats, the hollow theatrics... you've all become numb. The word 'monster' is tossed about so casually that it has lost all meaning. So many competitors talking up their demonic powers, or their alleged psychosis or what have you--that by the time a genuine creature from the darkest corners of Egypt, a true spectacle for your mortal human eyes arrives at the squared circle... you can scarcely begin to believe, let alone appreciate properly. I've considered dropping that word entirely--'monster.' It's been drained of all its power, used and abused by countless pretenders.

[She stops, looking out into the crowd. Inaros hasn't moved an inch, still staring blankly out at nothing in particular.]

UMI
I believe the difference between Inaros and your usual cavalcade of frauds has become self evident, however. You've seen it. Felt it. Inaros is not just Mr. Jenkins in a mask, waiting to be exposed by teenagers in a colorful van--he has systematically and consistently walked through some of the greatest talent in the wrestling business, and he has only just begun. The time of common, banal wrestlers slinging angry tweets and posting bikini pictures is coming to a close. This business was better, once. There were gods between the ropes--and monsters, genuine monstrosities, not just socially maladjusted cretins licking fake blood from plastic knives. What once was can be again. It shall.

[Umi rolls her shoulder, drawing attention to the King Cobra title sprawled over it.]

UMI
This championship is more than proof of who--and of what, Inaros is. It is more than a trophy, more than a marker of our transition back into times of real wonder and modern myth. No, this belt is more--it is an opportunity, a golden ticket, and it will not be squandered. There are numerous people of talent in this company, many competitors with strong wills and able bodies... but only one, as far as I can gauge, is anywhere near something beyond the flesh. Only one person in Union Battleground embodies more than just themselves, represents an idea, a concept, something intangible... something more than human. One competitor in particular has taken on the weight of Union Battleground itself, in its entirety.

[Slowly, a faint smile eases across Umi's face. The noise of the crowd begins to build as they start to deduce who she's talking about.]

UMI
She is close... but only that. Close. Inaros must be prove that he is superior... that he is more. By the rules of this belt he is afforded a shot, and he is obligated to take it. It would be foolish to accept anything less. To invoke our will, to return this industry back to where it was in eras past... Inaros must stand at the top. He must reign supreme. He must dethrone the woman who looms over all at present. Our next target... our next target should come as no surprise.

[She lets the microphone fall away from her lips for a moment... before starting to give the announcement with confidence.]

UMI
Prepare yourself, Alyssa Daniels--

[The fans explode, their reaction deafening. Inaros, though, reacts very differently; his colossal physique tenses, his teeth gritting, his eyes growing wide. He almost lurches forward, but Umi quickly turns, making eye contact with him. The giant lowers his head, and the two stare each other down. Her grip on the Book of the Dead noticeably tightens. Once Inaros has settled and the audience has quieted, Umi turns back to the crowd and the camera, now sporting a substantially wider grin.]

UMI
We will be seeing you soon.

FAT SAUL

A direct statement for the Battleground Champion from she who commands the monster! Umi is gonna lead Inaros back up the ramp and we are gonna get started out here!

 

[On the right of an awesome split screen effect, Umi and Inaros make their exit; on the left, from all angles, the crowd continues to boo and chant for Alyssa Daniels.]

 

FAT SAUL

Welcome everyone and thank you for joining Ol´ Saul, out here at ringside, for the aftermath of the Crown of the King Cobra. As we just witnessed, Inaros is the Crown holder, having defeated Mikey Svarro in a -- ring buster -- literally, y'all.

 

[The cameras soon converge on the bearded old man sat at ringside in denim overalls, smoking his pipe and checking off some notes.]

 

FAT SAUL

Remember to follow Umi's intentions with the Crown of the King Cobra title on Twitter, @TheSandsDemand. Y'all can also find the Battleground on Twitter, follow us @Union_Battle and catch up then keep up with all our amazing events on @BattlegroundNet!

[Saul makes his checks in his little yellow red-bound notepad and then, he looks directly into the camera.]

 

FAT SAUL

She's made two tough defenses already this season and, with who knows what coming up the pipe between now and then, Alyssa Daniels has the biggest challenge ahead of her, just laying in wait for the perfect opportunity. Give our champion some Twitter love, follow @ItsMeAlyssaD!

 

[With that, Saul got them chanting for the Battleground Champion again.]

 

FAT SAUL

Other than that Championship advantage, I think she has something no else in the tournament did; tape on Inaros. Against differing styles. I mean, let's not forget, Inaros has to beat her. She's the Champion.

 

[Saul continues to encourage some love following that abrupt and dark opening, foreboding, threatening. Umi felt proud too, didn't she?]

 

FAT SAUL

Folks, I am being told that we have something happening on the parking lot. Let's check it out...

LOOKING OUT FOR NUMBER ONE

[The parking lot, it was where we would Flash Kassidy and Jay Sinclair. Jay was sitting in the open side door of the ever so classic hippie van, while Flash was skating back and fourth on the pavement in front of him. Flash was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of shredded lime green skinny jeans, and a pair of black all star kicks. He went to go do a trick, acting as if he was about to pop up but stopped mid-air, grabbing the board from out beneath him and landing on his feet. Flash that whipped the board at the wall of the parking lot, it shattering into wooden shards. As Flash does this he turns to the camera and smirks.]


FLASH KASSIDY
I’m fuckin’ done! Ya’ hear me? You understand? All the ish I did for you people, all the years off my own motha fuckin’ life I did just fo’  yo amusement! I ain’t doin that shit again… See for too long I done did play all of y’alls game. I thought that with you at my back I could do anything! But what you all actually did was just be the weight around my ankle, you kept me from bein high above the competition, weighed me the fuck down so I couldn’t fly amongst the stars! But I ain’t doin’ that again! I’m done! It’s over!  I ain’t doin this fo yous anymore. Nawh… From this moment oneward it’s all about ME! Ima live my dreams! Do what I came here to do! And y’all can like it, or not… I don’t gives a fuck!


[Flash loudly claps his hands together as an almost sinister, if not provocative smirk slips across his lips - showing off his golden grill. Flash takes a  few steps back, placing his hand on Jay’s shoulder who is dressed in a complete black Dickies ensemble with a fitted hat which has “2HK" on it in graffiti font. While Flash had been talking, Jay had sparked up a blunt in which he now passed to Flash. Flash puffed off said blunt as he continues speaking.]

FLASH KASSIDY
You see this man right here? This my big bro, this Jay “ Fuck yo sister and have her callin’ him daddy” Sinclair! And the two of us? Well we bout to take this whole Union shit to the next level, You done did seen teams come and go, people who come here for the fame, for the glory… But we here to make a motha’ fuckin name fo ourselves.  TwoHighKru! AIn’t ever see’s shit like this… Tell em who the fuck you is brotha.

 

[Jay beamingly smiles at the camera and shrugs before speaking.]


JAY SINCLAIR
I'm that mufucka ya girl said don't worry about. I'm the one ya parents warned you about. I'm the guy that renamed Las Vegas, Sinclair City, because my fam owns it. Tag team extraordinaire, former Canadian Champion, world traveled, and I even beat Queen Phe in a basketball game once. I'm the definition of tragedy turned triumph. And now, I'm that guy, one half of the dopest fuckin tag team Union could ever be blessed with.

 

[Making praying hands, Jay laughs a deep laugh before taking two hits from the blunt by Flash, blowing the smoke out slow and through his nose.]

JAY SINCLAIR
I've had all the time in the world to collect myself before coming back to the ring, and sheeeeit, I'm more ready than a wet bitch leakin in her panties. First impressions are a mufucka forreal, and mine is gonna be legit. We gonna birdbox our competition, leave em lost on the path. Those Battalion straps already belong to us. We just comin to collect.


[Removing his elbow from Jay’s shoulder, Flash slaps the back of his hand against the palm of his other hand, like someone tellin’ you to give him the money. He does this while walking forward to the camera.]

 

FLASH KASSIDY
That’s right my people. We comin’ to collect! Them belts, them Battalion straps! We been lookin’ at all these other teams, and we ain’t see nothin’ that we can’t handle. From the Lisa Seldon and Ana’s to the dead Kennedys to the current champs, them violent fuckin’ asians. Ain’t nothin’ we can’t handle!  Not to say they ain’t tough, but we just tougher. Not to say they ain’t great!... We just greater. And we ain’t never fuckin’ shook...Not a day in our motha’ fuckin’ lives.


[Jay follows suit, walking to where Flash is standing.]
 

JAY SINCLAIR
Say it again, mayne. Never shook, no halfway crooks. We are the perfect duo, two renegades with simple taste and superior skill. We don't fear names or reps, we just debunk em. In the end, all the hype won't mean shit when the real talent stands over all… and that's us. Raw talent, high as the sky, slappin clouds, puffin loud, and reppin proud. We got that formula, formula, formula.


[Jay takes a hit off of the blunt, holding it in his lungs as Flash holds up two fingers against the camera. As he pulls them away Jay leans in and blows his smoke directly into the lens as the two say in unison.]


JAY SINCLAIR & FLASH KASSIDY
KRU!

[Back at ringside, Saul was wide-eyed, his pipe dangled damn-near the point of falling out.]

 

FAT SAUL

That, is fantastic! What about the burn in those two, huh.?

 

“TWO! HIGH! KRU!”

 

FAT SAUL

There we go… TONIGHT! Let's talk about two championships on the line, a man looking for redemption while another just wants to clown around, and the start of War of the Worlds!

 

[Chants ring out for all factions, HSDS had strong support as did Jay and Flash; cheers for Neo Tokyo; shouts, amongst catcalls and whistles, for Rachelle and Camilla.]

 

FAT SAUL

Tonight, in the main event, Maverick and Raymond, The New Age Killers start a War!

[Maverick had competed in the King Cobra qualifying rounds at the beginning of the season, as a team here tonight, there was a lot to prove as the crowd reaction wasn't near what Saul received when he said…]

 

FAT SAUL

Standing against them, Fallon Lockhart and her DEAD CUTE partner… Death Trip Wrestling's World Champion ...Josh Kennedy!

 

[Then the roof blew off in Jackson.]

 

FAT SAUL

In the first match of the War of the Worlds, we will see The New Age Killers against Dead Cute tonight, in the main event. Did Ol´ Saul mention two title matches?

 

[The crowd cheers as graphics flash on the big screen, a montage sequence leading up to the Trench War battle of the night.]

 

FAT SAUL

Joanna Kreiger has made an almost-iconic start here on the Battleground, close-quarter combat tonight with Kimitsu Zombie and the Trench War Championship is on the line. And, then of course, there's…

 

“KILL! DRELL! KILL!”

 

FAT SAUL

Intensity and ferocity in the flesh, the man that is tearing them down one after another …the War Horse Champion, Kaven Drell may be challenged tonight. If not by Cletus Franklin, who looks like some bum that hopped off the train on the dark side of ol´ Harmony Lake back home…

 

[The crowd didn't hang, most of you didn't either, but he made sense to the old man flying high at ringside.]

 

FAT SAUL

...then, let this old fart here challenge you… Kaven, boy, be smart and find better representation. I recognize a bloodsucker when I see one. That guy there will bleed you.

 

“KILL! DRELL! KILL!”

 

FAT SAUL

Who's ready to kick this thing in gear? We have a War to get to! Mike Dempsey is in the ring...

MIKE DEMPSEY

Ladies and gentlemen, we are live exclusively on the Battleground Network here at the Oman Arena in Jackson, Tennessee and this is L!GHTS OUT #32! And now, the following battle is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing 6’2” and weighing in at 239 pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, he is “The Everyman” Nathan Turner!


I'M BROKE AND I'M HUNGRY
I'M HARD UP AND I'M LONELY
I'VE BEEN DANCING ON THIS KILLING FLOOR
FOR YEARS

OF THE FEW THINGS I'M CERTAIN,
I'M THE CAPTAIN OF MY BURDEN
I'M SORRY DOLL,
I COULD NEVER STOP THE RAIN


[The opening guitar riff of The Gaslight Anthem's "I Could'a Been a Contender" gets the fans on their feet as Nathan Turner steps out onto the entrance area. He pauses at the top of the entrance ramp, looks around taking it all in. He points to the crowd before running down the entrance area to the ring. Once at the ring, Nathan doesn't stop, instead he slides underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He rises to one knee, bows his head for a moment, then crosses himself and makes his way to the corner.]

 

FAT SAUL

The Everyman picking up a strong Twitter following, be sure to get in on it @The__Everyman and check out some of his other work.

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

And his opponent, standing Taller than a Step Ladder and weighing 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. 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

Karnivall didn't fair well at the Crown of the King Cobra in his challenge for the War Horse Title.

 

[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 for his opponent.]

 

FAT SAUL

Be sure to follow the side show on Twitter, @KarnivallOddity.

 

[DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

Both of these combatants coming off a loss, lets see how each intends to turn it around.

 

[The sound of the opening bell echoes through the building as Turner and Karnivall make their way to the center of the ring. Turner walls in with his hands up and a stoic look, while Karnivall is almost skipping his way with his sinister grin smeared across his face. Both men lock up in a collar and elbow tie, and soon Karnivall takes the offensive and wraps Turner in a headlock.]

 

FAT SAUL

No gimmicks, clean lock up and now, Turner firing some hard shots.

 

[As he wrenches right, Turner begins loosening him up with a few solid back elbows to the ribs. Finally Turner pushes Karnivall across the ring, springing into the ropes. Karnivall comes soaring back and The Everyman drops with with a stiff shoulder block. He tries to follow it up with an elbow drop, but Karnivall rolls out of the way and pounces on top and begins hammering away with some ground and pound.]

 

FAT SAUL

Had himself free for a second and Karnivall got right back on him ...but look here...

 

[Turner bridges out and escapes to his feet. Just as Karnivall begins to stand up, Turner stop him in his tracks with a big boot to the midsection. The Oddity hunkers over in pain, and The Everyman follows it up with a big jumping knee strike right between the eyes! Karnivall’s head flies back from the impact and he stumbles around to stay on his feet. Turner catches him from behind with double hooks and sends him to the canvas with a chicken wing suplex! Turner hangs on to his hooks and brushes back for a pin attempt.]

 

FAT SAUL

Simple, old-school grappling...

 

[The ref drops down to make the count.]

 

… One!

 

… Tw — Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

Not enough to keep the sideshow down.

 

[Nathan, however, keeps the pressure on his opponent and picks him up to his feet by the his hair. Just as both men stand face to face, Karnivall drives two fingers deep into Turner’s eye sockets!]

 

FAT SAUL

Not honorable, but effective and Ol´ Saul won't blow no smoke...

 

[The eye poke blinds The Everyman and he now stumbles around clenching his face while Karnivall laughs in a hysterical manner. The crowd quickly turns on The Oddity but it doesn’t phase him as he soon directs his attention back to his opponent.]

 

FAT SAUL

...five out of five times, an eye gouge will turn things around for you. Youch!..

 

[Karnivall dials in and throws a stinging knife edge chop across Turner’s chest, then follows it up with a brutal straight jab to the jaw. Karnivall launches another chop, and then another punch. He continues this one-two combo until he backs Turner into the corner. Karnivall grabs at Turner and Irish whips him across the ring, and Turner collides into the opposite turnbuckle. Nathan ricochets off the turnbuckle and stumbles back out to the center of the ring, where he walks right into a hip toss by Karnivall.]

 

FAT SAUL

Eye gouge worked, rocked, rolled and dropped him and now, stay…

 

[With Nathan lying flat on his back in a daze, Karnivall begins climbing the nearest turnbuckle.]

 

FAT SAUL

One more for the gag reel!

 

[Once he makes it to the top, he begins doing a tight rope walk across the top rope, and then catapults off to land a heavy elbow drop onto the grounded Turner. The collision reverberates through the building, and Karnivall is feeding off the crowd’s reaction with his every move.]

 

FAT SAUL

Really didn't see that hitting, but now he had to...

 

[Karnivall climbs to his feet and brings The Everyman up with him. Just as Turner stands on his own, he snaps Karnivall’s head down into a front chin lock and rolls back with a small package!]

 

FAT SAUL

Out of nowhere!

 

[The referee quickly slides in to make the count!]

 

FAT SAUL

With a handful of yellow waistband!

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Three!

 

FAT SAUL

Turner got him with old-school wrestling!

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

Here is your winner, “The Everyman” Nathan Turner!

 

FAT SAUL

What is good for one must be fair for the other!

 

[Turner doesn’t even hang around to have his hand raised, instead he rolls right out of the ring and backpedals up the aisle, with a furious and dumbfounded Karnivall left along on the inside.]

 

FAT SAUL

Especially when you wait around to capitalize on your shots.

[The crowd cheers loud for Turner as he throws a fist up in the raise to acknowledge them and give his gratitude.]

 

FAT SAUL

Everyman playing just a little dirty, but you know what, it got one on the right side of the books for him. Don't forget, we have Maverick and James Raymond against Fallon Lockhart and Josh Kennedy in the main event!

 

[As the ring clears, focus on the old man tapping his pipe out before he packs a nug that opens the sinuses of everyone nearby. Looking up he notices the camera and lights up any way. One puff, two puffs ...okay, then he continued.]

 

FAT SAUL

This here, was recorded earlier, y'all.

WELCOME TO THE PURPLE CHURCH

[Darkness...and then we see a lovely field with a few old, but kept together buildings. Just then, a long haired, smiling man comes over and begins shaking hands.]

 

BROTHER LAVENDER

Sorry about the blindfolds, brothers but you must understand that privacy is of the utmost importance here. But now that we are ready to begin...welcome to The Purple Church.

 

[Many people are walking around smiling all with long, purple robes. There are some dancing, some clothed, some naked. Men, women and children are all seemingly very content.]

 

BROTHER LAVENDER

Here are all my brothers and sisters. Look at them all. Dancing, singing, living free. This is truly paradise. Here at The Purple Church, we believe in healing the world with Purple Magic. Imagine combining the red fire; inspiration, intensity, sex, kundalini energy with the blue water energy; healing, calming waves of softness. This is Purple Magic. I've gathered brothers and sisters from all over who have been touched by this magic. We have all seen it with our own eyes, felt it with our own souls. I've made it my life's mission to spread the word about this magic and I truly believe everyone can open their hearts and accept it. For the better of the world, it is absolutely critical for the fate of this world.

 

INTERVIEWER

Forgive me for asking, but...for someone who seemingly preaches peace and love...why are you in a wrestling company?

 

[Brother Lavender cracks a huge smile.]

 

BROTHER LAVENDER

I understand your confusion and I appreciate the question. Aren't we all questioning, intrepid travelers on this sphere? While we live here in a communal understanding of helping each other and dealing with any interpersonal conflicts with love and understand and lack of ego....I understand that's not the way the world works...for now. I understand my position of power in this community. The world of wrestling is a strange and almost scary place to me, but I see the huge popularity in the business. I see the mass amounts of people tuning in and coming to shows so what better platform to spread our message? I don't want to fight, but I am in shape, I have stamina and I am athletic. If I have to be a martyr for my people, then so be it. I plan to make my mark for Union Battleground and converting everyone to our word. Imagine bringing back a huge amount of people for my family!

 

[Lavender looks up to the sky, with a look of pure bliss on his face, breathing in the gravity of his words.]

 

BROTHER LAVENDER

I am looking forward to start at Union Battleground but most of all, I'm looking forward to seeing all of the lovely faces and increasing my fold. The time for peace is always, but the time for fighting is coming...for peace.

 

[Lavender's demeanor changes from serious and intense to soft and friendly again.]

 

BROTHER LAVENDER

Now, brothers, I must ask you again to turn the cameras off and put your blindfolds back on. I must train, but it was lovely seeing you and speaking to you. I hope you enjoyed The Purple Church. And remember...you've always been here.

 

[Lavender walks away into the sea of dancing people. The scene cuts out abruptly.]

COMMERCIAL BREAK

A LOT ALIKE

[The screen goes to static and crackles a few times before cutting backstage. Somewhere unnamed in the arena that seems to be a non-descript hallway. There isn't anything special about it as Johanna Krieger sits on an equipment case. Her long hair tied back as she's in full wrestling gear and a black leather jacket over the top. She's even in her warpaint as she slowly smirks and tilts her head.]

 

JOHANNA KRIEGER

I was not expecting this. To come into a company and be so highly regarded after a few appearances and one match that they give me an opportunity against a champion like Kimitsu Zombie. Someone who, as established, has a lot in common with me. I wasn't even sure just how much till we both seemed to delve into each others history. She and I are similar in so many ways that I think I'm destined to hate her. To want to be better and tear her apart.

 

[Johanna hisses and pushes down off the equipment case to her feet, her hands hook around the front of her leather jacket as it opens slightly showing a tattered black t-shirt with a logo from the Norwegian Black Metal band Mayhem.]

 

JOHANNA KRIEGER

But what I wasn't prepared for is her ability to bullshit and twist the things I said to suit her own narrative. It's amazing to me how she does it and really after watching her throughout the last few months, I should have seen it coming. But I refuse to squander this opportunity. I could say "win or lose Kimitsu will know she's in for a fight". But the truth is that I'm not here to lose. I'm not here to simply be in a fight and I'm damn sure not here to just listen to what Kimitsu has to say and regurgitate some lazy reply because I have nothing important or relevant to say otherwise.

 

[Johanna starts walking towards the camera, her hair dangling down her back and shoulders, a few errant strands moving in front of her face as her bright blue eyes seem to catch the small amount of light coming from the side.]

 

JOHANNA KRIEGER

The truth is Kimitsu is an amazing athlete, a fighter and someone who will hit hard and expect to get the same back. And I will not back down and walk away. I will not simply allow her to enforce her will. She already thinks she has an air of superiority and she thinks she knows something about my past because I turned my back on my former profession. But when I get into that ring with her, I will be looking at knocking her out or forcing her to tap. And if you don't tap out Kimitsu?. You better be ready to feel a bone break, tendons snap, or to lose consciousness. Because I am Johanna Krieger...and I don't fuck around...

 

[She pushes around the camera and it flickers to static again before cutting back out to ringside with Saul.]

 

FAT SAUL

JoJo will challenge Kimi later here tonight on the Battleground! Welcome back and thanks for joining us, y'all. Saul at ringside, in Jackson, Tennessee! We are also rolling full-speed to one helluva tag team main event, but up next, the War Horse Title is on the line. Let's go to Mike in the ring...

MIKE DEMPSEY

The following battle is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Union Battleground War Horse Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, standing 6’3” and weighing in at 275 pounds, from Brackenridge, Colorado, he is "The Messiah of DILLIGAF" Cletus 'Motherfuckin' Franklin!

IT'S JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS

WHERE YOU DON'T WANT TO WAKE UP

EVERYTHING IS FUCKED

EVERYBODY SUCKS

YOU DON'T REALLY KNOW WHY

BUT YOU WANT TO JUSTIFY

RIPPIN' SOMEONE'S HEAD OFF

[Break Stuff' BY Limp Bizkit hits the arena with the two distinct guitar riffs echoing off the walls. Strobe lights begin flashing throughout the arena as Cletus Franklin slowly steps out onto the stage before stopping at the top of the ramp. Cletus looks out into the crowd turning his head from the right side to the left side of the audience in attendance. Cletus removes a six pack of tall boys from behind his back with his left hand raising it high into the air as the fans give a mixed reaction. Cletus snags a can from the six pack with his right hand and pops the top before chugging down his beer at the top of the ramp as the fans continue with their mixed reaction.]

 

FAT SAUL

Oh yeah, don't reckon I know how, but we kin in some way. Ol´ Saul will guarantee that.

 

[Cletus makes his way down the ramp tossing the empty can behind him along his way. Cletus snags another can from the six pack and continues to drink another beer on his way down the ramp soaking in the mixed reaction from the crowd. He reaches ringside and makes his way around the ring as the bridge builds in the music. Cletus chugs the rest of his beer tossing the empty can into the crowd as he jumps up onto the ring apron. Just as Fred Durst screams out "BREAK YOUR FUCKING FACE TONIGHT" Cletus spits his beer into the air and raises the remaining six pack high into the air when orange pyro's erupt from above and the four corner post.]

 

FAT SAUL

That will make things slick over there.

 

[Cletus makes his way into the ring spinning in circles with his arms outstretched wide before falling to his knees in the middle of the ring. He continues to keep his arms outstretched wide while looking out into the crowd and than shouts out "The Messiah of Dilligaf" has arrived. Cletus than removes his jacket before making his way back up to his feet and hands over his jacket and remaining six pack over to a member of the ring crew before standing in his corner.]

 

FAT SAUL

My apologies, I do not have Cletus’ Twitter information, but as soon as I do, I'll get it to all y'all.

 

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 War Horse Championship belt dangling over his shoulder.]

 

FAT SAUL

If y'all wanna talk about immediate impact, a man of intensity and a streak… there is no more an intimidating Champion than Kaven Drell!

 

“KILL! DRELL! KILL!”

 

FAT SAUL

Too bad his management is lousy… instead of the War Horse Championship, more iconic representation would have had him in Joanna Kreiger's ...or maybe even Kimitsu's place tonight.

 

[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

Alas, here he comes with that focus and bravado that has knocked them down, one by one, without faltering.

 

[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

Y'all are more than welcome to follow @HarrisonReps if you choose, Ol´ Saul won't be. I'll be keeping #KillDrellKill alive though.

 

“KILL! DRELL! KILL!”

 

[DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

And, so will they! Lets see what Cletus has got...

 

[The match begins with both men circling each other in the center of the ring, trying to find an opening. Cletus makes the first move, getting impatient, going straight for some sort of running move. Drell slides out of the way, anticipating the more hot-headed Franklin to try and catch the opening. Franklin smirks after missing his attack, then motions for Drell to fight him.]

 

FAT SAUL

Best not to try and get fancy ...here we go!

 

[Kaven goes in and both men lock up in a shoulder-and-collar grapple, with Franklin coming out with the advantage by using his size. Bringing Drell down into a side headlock, he delivers a punch to the top of Drell’s head. He goes for another, but Drell shoves him off, causing Franklin towards the ropes, rebounding back to Drell, and then flattening Drell with a shoulder block.]

 

FAT SAUL

Knocking Drell around in there. To the ropes…

 

[Cletus bounces off the ropes again and drops down hard on Kaven with a hard running senton. Franklin goes for the quick cover.]

 

FAT SAUL

Drell is down!

 

… One!

 

… T-

 

FAT SAUL

...but its gonna take more than that!

 

[Drell kicks out with force, surprising the big Cletus Franklin. Drell hops back up to his feet, the War Horse Champion showing why he’s champion. Cletus makes a charge towards the champ, but Drell steps to the side and drops the big man with a drop-toe hold, causing Franklin to catch his throat on the bottom rope.]

 

FAT SAUL

Look at the quickness ...the precision. Drell floats over…

 

[Kaven applies his knee to the back of Franklin’s neck, choking the big man on the bottom rope. The referee jumps in, making sure Drell breaks the hold at the count of five. Drell steps back, sizes up Franklin, then charges his way with some sort of kick planned, but Franklin rolls out of the ropes causing Drell to miss and split the ropes with his legs.]

 

FAT SAUL

Cletus got out of there, but he's gaspin’!

 

[Franklin staggers to his feet, holding his throat, then delivers a massive knife chop to the back of Drell. Then another. Then another. Finally, Franklin untangles Drell out of the ropes by his waist, hooks Drell around the abdomen, then slams him hard with a hard German Suplex.]

 

FAT SAUL

Down HARD! And, oh man, this always hurts to watch a man drug around by his...

 

[Cletus wastes no time grabbing Drell by the beard and hauling him to his feet, then Irish Whipping him straight into a turnbuckle. Franklin charges right behind him, splashing his entire body weight onto Drell, driving him even further into the turnbuckle. Drell staggers out while Cletus takes the time to spin, building momentum for a huge discus elbow…]

 

FAT SAUL

Whew!

 

[...but Drell ducks at the last second, dropping down and rolling up Cletus in a schoolboy.]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

FAT SAUL

So quick, I didn't even… No!

 

[Cletus kicks out at the last second, but by the time he has hopped up, Drell is already back on his feet, delivering right hand after right hand, backing Cletus into the corner with a series of vicious body blows.]

 

“KILL! DRELL! KILL!”

 

[Drell hammers into Cletus, until finally the referee breaks up the onslaught of punches. It’s Franklin’s turn to stagger out of the corner, only to catch a brutal running faceplant bulldog from Drell, who had just bounced off of the ropes.]

 

FAT SAUL

Right here, Drell is most dangerous! Blood in the air…

 

[Kaven rises to his feet to the shout of the fans, motioning for Cletus to get to his feet. Cletus slowly rises up, and as soon as he slowly comes to, he catches a vicious Tolling Elbow/Ripcord Elbow from Drell, knocking him square on his back.]

 

FAT SAUL

And, a challenger down!

 

[Drell drops quickly for the pinfall, hooking Cletus’ leg in the process.]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Thre-

 

FAT SAUL

I thought he’d knocked ol’ Cletus into this time tomorrow, y'all. See ya soon, but No!

 

[Somehow Cletus is able to use his strength to kick out of Drell’s pinfall attempt. Drell can’t believe it and neither can the fans. As Drell sits up, staring in disbelief at the referee, Cletus takes the opportunity to lock in a sleeperhold from behind.]

 

FAT SAUL

Momentary lapse, just that split second, and...

 

[Cletus tries to wrap his legs around Drell’s abdomen in an attempt to lock in a rear naked choke, but Drell fights with everything that he has. Cletus tries to reach over and tug at the eyes and nose area, trying to get Drell to relent, but Drell still fights it. Kaven is finally able to grab ahold of the bottom rope, causing the referee to break the hold.]

 

FAT SAUL

...that's why he's the Champion! But what do either have left?

 

[Both men lay on the mat, obviously exhausted. The referee checks to make sure both are still able to continue on with the match. Both agree to continue the match, even though it’s an obvious struggle for them both to continue on. Both rise to their feet, Drell delivering a right hand to the chin of Cletus, who in return delivers a right to the chin of Drell.]

 

FAT SAUL

Cletus’ whole jaw out of whack…

 

[Another right from Drell leads to another right from Cletus.]

 

FAT SAUL

Now, he's fightin’ back! Just throwing down now!

 

[Then another, then another, then another. Cletus drives Drell back with a flurry of blows, until finally he goes for one huge finisher right but Drell ducks underneath it, spins, and delivers a huge Tolling Bell elbow, turning Cletus inside out. The Champ drops down on Cletus for the pin, hooking the leg one more time.]

 

FAT SAUL

Not sure where Cletus went...

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Three!

 

FAT SAUL

...but them glassy eyes say, “Call back later!”

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

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

 

“KILL! DRELL! KILL!”

 

FAT SAUL

If you want to be challenged… if y'all wanna see how your favorite would stack up against a true fighting champion ...that man stands on the Battleground every other Friday ...ready and willing to…

 

“KILL! DRELL! KILL!”

A BONE TO PICK

[Drell wastes no time gathering his belt and making a victorious exit. While Cletus gathers his bearings, the cameras find Saul at ringside. The old man isn't at his table, but with a cane in one and microphone in the other, like a slow chugging train, he rounded the nearest corner to his table.]

 

FAT SAUL

They say one's sight goes with age, clearly Ol´ Saul is falling apart, but bear with me as I make my way over here because I'm pretty sure…

 

[Saul approached a young couple cheering against the barrier, he is the typical bald, muscle-bound guy stretching a T-shirt. He has a full beard and mustache, picture that. She is the epitome of elegance, even standing next to him with his giant heavyweight title beaming on his shoulder.]

 

FAT SAUL

...yes, I'm certain this lovely lil’ doll here is Ms. Tempest!

 

[Tempest and Saul share a hug and he shakes the hand of the young man standing beside her.]

 

FAT SAUL

And this knucklehead here is, the ICWA Heavyweight Champion, Mr. Boneshaker!

 

[Bones may be the hottest thing happening on the golden coasts of California right now, but here in Tennessee the “BONE-SHAKE-ER!” chant wasn't as loud.]

 

FAT SAUL

Thank you both for flyin’ to Jackson tonight, what do y'all think so far?

 

TEMPEST

Thank you for inviting us Saul, we are definitely here to check out the competition on the Battleground, but what a night of action! After these first two matches, it's clear, the competition is right here!

 

FAT SAUL

Compared to a stuffy Casino, I can see your point, anyone you've seen this far that you would want to put your man against…

 

TEMPEST

We haven't even signed, Saul; just checking it out, but a match with Nathan Turner could likely be an instant classic. Then again, Cletus and Karnivall both…

 

[Softly, Bones placed his index finger against her lips with a wink and then, he pulled the microphone to his own.]

 

MR. BONESHAKER

Drell...

 

TEMPEST

Baby, uh, no…

 

[Saul nodded his head to the side as Tempest quickly cut the idea or any further conversation.]

 

FAT SAUL

Seems they have some things to work out, but this is the place to come make your impact. To be challenged. To do combat on the Battleground for the most coveted Championship titles in any combat sport. This is Union Battleground!

 

[While Saul made his way back to his seat at the table, the camera went to Mike Dempsey in the ring.]

MIKE DEMPSEY
The following battle is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Union Battleground Trench War Championship!

 

FAT SAUL

Case in point, right here...

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

Introducing first, the challenger, standing 5’5” and weighing in at 130 pounds, from Nuremberg, Bavaria, Germany, she is Johanna Krieger!

BLOODSHOT EYES, METAL SKIN
SERPENTS TONGUE, DAGGER CLAWS
DRAGON WINGS, CROOKED HORNS
K.I.N.G


[Johanna Krieger slowly steps out from the back with no lights around her standing in the center of the stage as a white spotlight suddenly flickers on.]

 

FAT SAUL

World travelled and loving every minute of this whirlwind, he she comes to challenge for the Trench War title in her second battle!

 

[JoJo holds the insides of her jacket as she moves down towards the ring. Johanna runs up and slides across the ring apron on one knee holding the middle rope before sneering at the fans. She pulls herself up then slingshots herself through the ropes into the ring before spinning to the corner where she sits down.]

 

FAT SAUL

Be sure to follow Joanna on Twitter, as she continues to wow fans on the Battleground Network and Iconic Sports Management, @Krieger_Skold.

 

[Number Girl's Tattoo Ari blares out and yellow and red lights flash around all over the arena as the guitar riff starts and mingles with the mixed reaction from the fans.]



"MIGIKATA!
IREZUMI!
AGEKATA!
ZANZOU!"

MIKE DEMPSEY
And her opponent, standing 5’5” and weighing in at 125 pounds, from Kimitsu, Japan, representing the 4CW, she is the reigning, defending, undisputed Union Battleground Trench War Champion, “Little Yokai” Kimitsu Zombie!


[Kimitsu Zombie calmly walks out of the entrance way in her bosozoku uniform carrying a bottle of shochu and her belt on like a bandolier across her body.]

 

FAT SAUL

Here comes the Trench War Champion... Be sure to follow to follow the Zombie @YoyoBanzai.

 

[Kimitsu drinks from the shochu bottle as she struts to the ring as she takes in the crowd's reaction of cheers and jeers. She grins and climbs a turnbuckle bobbing to the music.]



"MIGIKATA!
IREZUMI!
AGEKATA!
ZANZOU!"


[She takes a long chug of shochu and spits a shochu mist into the air then screams in satisfaction with her tongue out.]

 

FAT SAUL

About all that piss is good for is spitting fire. It's weak alcohol and taste like… yes, that face.

 

[She jumps down into the ring and holds her title up in the air waiting for the match to start. Krieger paces in her corners while cracking her knuckles. She watches the belt go from Zombie to the referee. A detail the champion takes note of. The referee hands the belt off after holding it up high for all to see. She calls for the bell!]

 

FAT SAUL

JoJo challenging Kimi, Trench War title on the line...

 

[DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

...straight at it!

 

[Johanna comes out of her corner swinging! She aims her rage at Zombie, who ducks and jives to avoid each shot before Krieger floors her with a solid right uppercut! Kimitsu falls down in a seated position leading Johanna to run at her full speed ahead! Zombie counters with a drop toe hold that sends Krieger throat first into the ropes! She bounces back only to be rolled up by the champion!]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

Quick! ...rolling to opposite sides...

 

[Kimitsu rolls to her feet as does a now shocked Johanna Krieger, who still clutches at her throat. Zombie grins wide to further mock her opponent. This enrages Johanna, who rises to both feet looking for a fight. Kimitsu obliges with solid kicks to each side of her opponent to work Krieger into the corner! Johanna reaches out to take hold of Kimitsu’s right arm to trap it! She then begins hammering Zombie with a barrage of headbutts! The shots stun the champion! She ends up in the corner where Kimitsu initially aimed to put Krieger!]

 

FAT SAUL

Right where she was aimin’ and fixin’ to go...

 

[Zombie is worked into the corner with little resistance now. She catches Johanna with a solid knee to the gut to counter! Kimitsu then shifts her feet to get out from Krieger in order to irish whip Johanna into the ropes! Zombie waits for her opponent to bounce off the ropes while Krieger has other plans!]

 

FAT SAUL

Countered!

 

[She catches Kimitsu with an arm trap school boy into a pin!]

 

FAT SAUL

Big time!

 

…  One!

 

… Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

But No!

 

[Both women roll to their feet to end up staring each other down again, from opposite sides of the ring. Kimitsu connects with a solid kick which sends Johanna down to a seated position, where she pulls both of Zombie’s feet out from beneath her! Krieger then climbs on top of the champion to begin raining down headbutts!]

 

FAT SAUL

Kreiger down! Zombie dropped! Oh, man, bashin’ that purdy lil’ head.

 

[A third and final headbutt leaves a gash across the forehead of Johanna but she doesn’t seem to mind it. Zombie now lies on the mat not moving which leads her opponent to rush over to the corner!]

 

FAT SAUL

This is such a risk here every time, she's going up and watch...

 

[Krieger scales the turnbuckles only to be pulled back from behind! Kimitsu leapt to her feet and caught Johanna! The unexpected shift in her balance causes Krieger to fall back with her legs tangled up in the ropes! Kimitsu wastes little time in stomping her helpless opponent in the corner!]

 

FAT SAUL

You have to wonder what drives wrestlers to hit that corner instead of going for the win.

 

[Krieger’s forehead still bleeds, but not as badly as before. Zombie continues to stomp down on Johanna, who remains tangled up in the ropes upside down in the corner!]

 

FAT SAUL

Years of my guys just blowing matches to get one… last… big...

 

[Kimitsu stomps until she is nearly winded leading Krieger to fall flat on the mat.]

 

FAT SAUL

Now you're upside down getting a mudhole ran through ya. Now watch...

 

[Zombie glides through the ropes while Johanna staggers to one knee attempting to reach her feet. Kimitsu leaps up on the top rope from the apron looking to springboard off. Krieger catches sight of this and quickly hits the mat to roll out of the ring!]

 

FAT SAUL

Now, she's got the slip on you… oh man!

 

[The crowd boos while Johanna eats it up she misses Kimitsu running towards her on the apron! Krieger looks up just in time to see the champion dive off at her to perform a hurricanrana off the apron! The crowd pops!]

 

FAT SAUL

Ugly as sin, but man, it did her in!

 

[Zombie hits the outside floor awkward during the maneuver but still puts down her opponent. Both women are slow to get up but amazingly Krieger is the first to stir. She rises slowly and wipes the blood from her forehead before holding her hand out to see Kimitsu has in fact drew first blood. The camera angle shifts around slowly to show Johanna’s reaction to this fact. Kimitsu staggers up only to catch a violent forearm shot from Krieger!]

 

FAT SAUL

She's either extremely pissed she's been bloodied or the blood is a stronger fuel than Kimi's cheap alcohol. Pop!

 

[Zombie hits the floor but shakes her head in attempt to clear the fog. This enrages Johanna even further that the champion continues to withstand. She bends down to help Kimitsu up to her feet only to push her up against the apron.]

 

FAT SAUL

Okay, well, maybe with enough of it… the Champion continues to fight.

 

[Zombie continues to want to fight which leads Krieger to knock Kimitsu back into the apron with a spinning back fist! Kimitsu’s hair drapes over the bottom rope. Krieger notices this and reaches behind the champion to begin tying her hair to the rope!]

 

FAT SAUL

It's been a minute since ...nope, never seen anything like this...

 

[Zombie realizes what’s happening and tries to fight her challenger off with no success. Johanna ties knot after knot to ensure Kimitsu can’t fight on. The female referee frantically rushes over and struggles to try to untie the champion’s hair.]

 

FAT SAUL

This has to be the most potent ish… is anyone else seein’ this?

 

[Krieger begins kicking Zombie! The referee desperately tries to untie the hair of Kimitsu.]

 

FAT SAUL

Get her loose now, c'mon!

 

[Two thick braids are all that remain tied but Krieger catches Zombie with a back hand chop across the throat! The sudden shot drops her before the referee can get the braids untied.]

 

FAT SAUL

Oh! No, no ...gah!

 

[This causes Kimitsu to fall forward with her full dead weight that ripped her hair out! The crowd lets out a collective gasp after seeing the hair still tied to the bottom rope with a bit of bloody scalp attached!]

 

FAT SAUL

That… is… um… oh, no!

 

[Krieger begins to pull up the mat next to the ring. She rips it up off the floor to expose the concrete floor. The referee scolds her from inside the ring before finally starting her count. Johanna pulls up the mat with little resistance. She is hell bent on hurting the champion, who begins to stir. Krieger goes to pull Zombie up off the floor, but Zombie dives underneath the bottom rope out of nowhere to break the count! Johanna looks down at the bare concrete floor then back up at Kimitsu, who continues to recover inside the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

Can win the title out there any way!

 

[Krieger rolls into the ring only to be met by the champion! The two women begin throwing blows immediately! Krieger gets the upper hand but Zombie counters with a elbow of her own! She then applies a headlock on her opponent then punches Johanna directly in the face! She hits her once then again and again! Krieger falls through the ropes in a daze! She ends up out on the apron.]

 

FAT SAUL

The Champion firing back… Kreiger fell out to the apron...

 

[Zombie finally begins to clear her head after the vicious assault on the outside. A sharp pain hits her in the back of the head. She reaches back to feel something warm and sticky. Kimitsu watches as Johanna gets to her feet on the apron which draws her attention to the braids and scalp still tied to the bottom rope at her opponents feet.]

 

FAT SAUL

Reckon she just put together that pain naggin’ in the back of her head...

 

[This enrages the champion as she realizes what Krieger has done. She notices behind Krieger is a missing piece of floor mat. The concrete is exposed!]

 

FAT SAUL

...nothing good going to come of this here.

 

[Kimitsu takes off running at Krieger, who is still dazed on the apron. Johanna attempts to shift her feet to avoid the champion but fails miserably! Zombie dives over the top rope full speed ahead only to wrap both arms around Johanna in mid air for a picture perfect sunset flip off the apron and onto the exposed concrete floor!]

 

“THIS-IS AWE-SOME!”

 

[The maneuver wows the crowd. Johanna now has a concussion for sure after the way the back of her head bounced off the exposed concrete floor. Zombie gets to her feet on the outside with an almost snarl. She rolls Krieger into the ring after hoisting the heavier wrestler up to her feet.]

 

FAT SAUL

Took her some work, but she's got her back in the ring...

 

[Zombie follows close behind while blood drips on the mat from Johanna’s busted head. Kimitsu waits patiently in the corner for her opponent to rise. Krieger obliges by reaching both knees before Zombie catches her from behind with a swift axe kick to the back of Johanna’s neck!]

 

FAT SAUL

Ol´ Saul has only seen that kick a few times now...

 

[Krieger hits the mat flat leading the champion to drop down alongside her to hook a leg!]

 

FAT SAUL

...and, every time...

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Three!

 

FAT SAUL

...it's been a successful title defense.

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

Here is your winner, AND STILL Union Battleground Trench War Champion, “Little Yokai” Kimitsu Zombie!

 

[The referee hands Kimitsu her championship before holding her high in victory. Krieger is yet to move but Zombie continues to hold the back of her head and glance over at the braids still tied to the bottom rope.]

 

FAT SAUL

Her hair hangs from the bottom rope, but the title remains on her shoulder.

 

[The crowd continues to go wild in anticipation for the main event but give much respect to these two ladies.]

THE CHALLENGE

[Kimitsu Zombie gathers herself and retreats to the corner. She leans on it and takes in the reaction of the audience for herself and Kreiger. She sits up on the top turnbuckle and asks for a mic. The ref hands it to her as she looks out into the crowd before speaking.]

 

KIMITSU ZOMBIE

Kreiger. I told you that I was done with all the honor and respect. I was going into this match with an intent to kill or to be killed in the process. It's all or nothing from now on. I know that no matter what you're going to remember this. What I do well is making sure I bring everything out of my opponent or there will be no chance at all for them. You showed me that you did. He'll, I'm damned if I'm not impressed. So I'll be watching what you do from here on out and we'll surely meet up again after this. Then it'll be about so much more. Maybe one of us won't be able to walk out of the ring then.

 

[Kimitsu stares at Kreiger and they share a silent moment of mutual understanding. Kimitsu stands up and drops down to the mat as the mood threatens to sour. It just ends with a nod.]

 

KIMITSU ZOMBIE

Alright. No matter what happened here tonight, there is something I wanted to address. That's you, Drell. You already stated my name so that is something you have to answer for. Understand that you have nothing to do with me or my success, or failures. I've been blazing my own path right from the start. So you can take your little trinkets and sayings that your fans can mimic.

 

[She pauses for effect and sure enough a small number of the fans take up the chant of 'Kill, Drell, Kill.’ It grows as Kimitsu goes out of the ring to get something from under it. She pick up the little porcelain figure of herself from Crown of the King Cobra. She holds it up and the chant dies down.]

 

KIMITSU ZOMBIE

This is almost cute if it weren't for the little spooky message attached to it. I was prepared for a fight with DeDraca, but when you beat her I was surprised. Now I can't say that I'm ready for this. That's fine however because that's suits me even better.

 

It's not an easy thing to phase me and right now?

 

[Kimitsu throws the figure up high into the air and gets out of the way as it falls and breaks. She feigns an exaggerated Oops pose.]

 

KIMITSU ZOMBIE

I think I'm a little too old for games like this. I keep telling you people. Title or no title I am the challenge here in Union Battleground. This spotlight on me is not going to die out any time soon. I'm not keeping it over any desire for fame. It stays on me because you just can't help watching. That goes for you, Drell and everyone else in this company. That's going to be true for a long time so keep paying attention, Drell. You have my eye now. Soon enough your ambition is going to catch up with you.

 

[Kimitsu snaps but nothing happens. She stares at her fingers and snaps a few more times. Finally she gives up and shrugs.]

 

KIMITSU ZOMBIE

When it does it's going to be too real for you to handle.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

STATE OF THE UNION

[As we return from commercial break, we have a little change of scenery. It’s the office of Gunnar Graves, dimly lit with just a desk lamp revealing the room. The boss man sits comfortably behind his desk with papers stacked in perfect order and a lot cigar clenched between his teeth. He takes a deep drag before resting it near a tray and exhales a thick plume of smoke. As the smoke slowly dissipates, Gunnar grabs a small stack of papers and flashes a brief, yet still intimidating grin before speaking.]

 

GUNNAR GRAVES

Ladies and gentlemen, I have an important announcement to make concerning the future of Union Battleground. Two weeks ago, we witnessed a monumental event that will shape the rest of our season, known as Crown of the King Cobra. The final moments of that night, we saw Inaros literally year the house down and become the new King Cobra Champion. First I’d like to congratulate Inaros, and his, commander, Umi, on an incredible victory. You now hold the power of garnishing a Union Battleground Championship bout at your leisure. I’m sure Alyssa Daniels is thrilled.

 

[Gunnar pauses to take another drag off his cigar.]

 

GUNNAR GRAVES

But I’m not here tonight to talk about the King Cobra Championship, I’m here to talk about our latest “Unique Opportunity”. At Crown of the King Cobra, Lisa Seldon was victorious over Finn Whelan in a ruthless and merciless fight and in turn, she earned a unique opportunity. That opportunity is a title bout for ANY Union Battleground Championship that she chooses. However, this opportunity comes with a catch, or better yet, an expiration date.

 

You see, Lisa, I’ve taken notice of your talent, drive, and compassion throughout the King Cobra Tournament, and I believe you should be rewarded for it. So I’m giving you the choice of any title shot at anytime, but this offer only lasts until April 21st, at War of the Worlds. So what are you going to do?

 

[Gunnar pauses as he points towards his watch.]

 

GUNNAR GRAVES

The clock is ticking!

MIKE DEMPSEY

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for tonight’s main event of the evening! The following battle is scheduled for one fall, and it is a War of the Worlds Battalion Qualifier Match! Introducing first, currently standing in the ring, coming in at a combined weight of 289 pounds, the team of Fallon Lockhart and Josh Kennedy, Dead Cute!

 

[Fallon Lockhart jumps around the jump, hyping up the crowd while Josh Kennedy stoicly stands in the corner of the ring with a blank stare of a cold blooded killer.]

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

And their opponents, coming in at a combined weight of 393 pounds, the team of Maverick and James Raymond, The New Age Killers!

"DEVIL’S SKY" BY YONOSUKE KITAMURA

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["Devil's Sky" by Yonosuke Kitamura plays through the speakers as the fans get onto their feet in anticipation for the arrival of the New Age Killers. Raymond makes his way onto the stage first, then followed by Maverick as the fans erupt out of their seats. They make their way to ringside as Raymond flanks the right side of the ring whilst Maverick takes the front. Raymond grabs at the second rope and pulls himself up before hopping over the top rope and leaps onto the near turnbuckle, Maverick gets onto the ring apron and climbs up to the second rope of the turnbuckle from the apron and stretches his arms out before leaping into the ring and heading to the corner Raymond stands at.]

 

FAT SAUL

We are gonna get an explanation from the referee. Winner, here tonight, gets into War of the Worlds.

 

[The referee comes in to explain the rules of the match up. Josh stands in the corner while Fallon gets out on the apron. The Iconic Prince will start the match for his team. The referee calls for the bell!]

 

FAT SAUL

Maverick and Josh Kennedy to start this off.

 

[DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

You couldn't hack through the tension in here with a chainsaw. This is insane…

 

[Maverick taunts the deathmatch king from across the ring. Kennedy rolls his eyes at this leading The Iconic Prince to charge! Josh shuffles his feet to adjust for a crowd pleasing spinebuster on his hated opponent!]

 

FAT SAUL

Maverick is down! Kennedy up!

 

[Josh Kennedy rolls to his feet and quickly hits the ropes while Maverick staggers to his feet. Kennedy hits the ropes then slingshots back at his opponent for a shotgun knee! The violent pop throughout alerts anyone nearby of Mavericks now busted nose. He hits the mat flat on his back leading Kennedy to hook a leg!]

 

… One!

 

FAT SAUL

… No! James Raymond breaks the early attempt.

 

[Raymond stomps down on Kennedy, who attempts in vain to cover up. The referee rushes in to break the barrage up. In the confusion, Raymond pulls Maverick over to their corner quickly! The referee notices and warns James but it's too late. Maverick tags him in after James gets back on the apron. Lockhart slaps Kennedy on the back from behind which shocks the death match legend. She glides through the ropes to face down Raymond.]

 

FAT SAUL

Here she comes! Right in the mix of it!

 

[Fallon charges in at James with pure bravery only to be cut down by a picture perfect superkick! The smaller Lockhart hits the mat with a thud! Raymond hooks a leg quickly!]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Broken up by Josh Kennedy!

 

FAT SAUL

Returning the favor, Kennedy broke one up.

 

[James gets back up then begins to complain to the referee that Kennedy just cheated, who laughs at this notion. Raymond appears furious but this allows Lockhart to reach her feet. She hits the ropes just behind James to slingshot at him. Kennedy calls something inaudible out, which leads Raymond to turn around to catch a drop kick to his right knee cap!]

 

FAT SAUL

Just fed him to her, but Raymond is quick to make some space.

 

[James hits the mat flat then quickly rolls out of the ring to roaring boos. He favors the right knee while using the apron to hold himself up on the outside. Fallon hits the ropes across the ring then darts back across to shock Josh Kennedy in the corner. She dives through the ropes to catch the unsuspecting James Raymond with a tornado DDT! The maneuver wows the crowd, but Lockhart hits the corner of the steel ring step in the center of her back to let out a loud scream!]

 

FAT SAUL

Steps may have got a bite of her. Oh, yeah, damn...

 

[She raises up almost immediately to reveal a blood spot on her light colored shirt in the center of her back. Raymond is in a daze but Maverick jumps off the apron the approach the two. Kennedy takes notice of this and drops off the apron on the opposite side of the ring while the referee begins his count.]

 

“HOLY! SHIT!”

 

[The corner of the top ring step stabbed Fallon in the back but she recovers on the floor as Maverick approaches. Kennedy runs alongside the ring out of his opponents sight from behind. Josh picks up speed as he rounds the ring to hammer Maverick from behind!]

 

FAT SAUL and THE CROWD

POW!

 

[The sudden shot sends him into the ring post face first! Kennedy’s eyes widen suddenly as he is grappled up from behind! James Raymond now has both arms wrapped around the deathmatch king from behind! Raymond delivers a earth shattering german suplex!]

 

FAT SAUL

Kennedy put down hard on the outside. Now, Raymond has Fallon...

 

[He then reaches down to hoist up Lockhart. He rolls her into the ring then quickly follows behind.]

 

FAT SAUL

Back inside, stainin’ the mat up.

 

[Fallon leaves a spot of blood each time she rolls onto her back on the canvas. She stumbles up to a knee in the center of the ring. Raymond now stalks her like a predator would its prey. Kennedy stirs on the outside floor while Maverick has begun to crawl toward the apron to get back to his corner. Kennedy springs up suddenly which leads the crowd to pop slightly. Maverick mocks his opponent from a distance while Josh makes his way back around the ring quickly to help his team as well.]

 

FAT SAUL

Race back to the corners...

 

[Fallon tries to fight off her opponent but he hoists her up with little resistance. Josh gets back on the apron just in time to see Lockhart lifted high into the air for an electric chair drop onto her already injured back!]

 

FAT SAUL

Up, up… get over… and down!

 

[Lockhart writhes in the ring in real pain while Kennedy watches helpless from this corner! Raymond then grapples up his much smaller opponent back up to her feet. Lockhart is then whipped into the corner where Maverick awaits to take the tag. The Iconic Prince then glides through the ropes while grinning wide at Kennedy from a distance.]

 

FAT SAUL

They're gonna make Kennedy watch this…

 

[James holds Fallon up from the apron while Maverick delivers a solid back hand across her chest! Kennedy dashes through the ropes only to be cut off by the referee, who misses the blatant cheating from The New Age Killers.]

 

FAT SAUL

Now, they're hecklin’ her.

 

[“Too bad this bitch ain’t pregnant with a dirty death match baby!”, Maverick calls out before stomping Fallon in the stomach with real force. This shocks Saul and anyone within earshot. Kennedy’s ears grow red with real anger.]

 

FAT SAUL

That would have buckled Inaros!

 

[Raymond laughs at his partners brutality. Kennedy gets back on the apron while his beloved continues to suffer in front of him. Maverick lifts up Fallon then whips her into the ropes! He aims for a clothesline but Lockhart ducks it to bounce off the ropes on the opposite side!]

 

FAT SAUL

Missed!

 

[When she comes flying back at her opponent, she catches him with a crowd pleasing dragon screw!]

 

FAT SAUL

Beautiful, but where'd that come from?

 

[Maverick gets up on one knee only to be caught with a bulldog from behind from Fallon! Both wrestlers end up on the mat.]

 

FAT SAUL

She's got him down now.

 

[Josh reaches out as far as he can for a tag while Raymond does the same thing on the other side. Maverick shakes his head then crawls toward the corner slowly. Lockhart grasps at her back that continues to bleed but then gathers herself before stumbling up to both feet. Maverick reaches out to tag in James Raymond, who dashes through the ropes still favoring his right knee. He races to catch Lockhart, who leaps at Josh Kennedy to tag him in! The crowd explodes at the exchange!]

 

FAT SAUL

Down here, in Jackson, Tennessee, two fellas about to pay for some wicked viciousness...

 

[Raymond catches a sling blade from the charging Josh Kennedy! James bounces back up quickly only to get caught from behind with a crowd pleasing exploder suplex! Maverick comes through the ropes to help his partner only to catch a single knee facebuster! Kennedy is rolling leading him to scream something inaudible out loud. Fallon stomps on the apron in the corner to work Josh up even further.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kennedy is throwin’ these two all around that ring and she is right there in his corner.

 

[Raymond gets to his feet just as Kennedy turns around. James kicks him in the gut then hooks him for an STO! Kennedy hits the mat flat on his back while Raymond quickly gets to his feet alongside the fallen deathmatch legend. He performs a standing moonsault but Kennedy raises up both knees to counter! James writhes in pain on the mat after the crash and burn. Josh rises to his feet then quickly begins to kick at Raymond, who rolls around on the mat now helpless.]

 

FAT SAUL

Walkin’ him dry! OH! SHIT...

 

[Josh has his feet pulled out from beneath him suddenly! Maverick is the culprit from the outside! This allows James to recover but pisses Fallon Lockhart off! The Iconic Prince laughs while Fallon drops off the apron to begin circling the ring. She reaches Maverick from behind to leap up on his back! She applies a crossface chicken wing then grapevines the maneuver! The crowd pops as Maverick backs up into Saul’s announce table with Lockhart clinging on!]

 

FAT SAUL

Wait… just… if ya… lemme...

 

[Josh gets back to his feet in the ring leading Raymond to catch him with a leaping cutter! The crowd boos James as he hooks a leg!]

 

… One!

 

… Kick out!

 

[Kennedy kicks out before a count of two which enrages Raymond.]

 

“NO!”

 

[Meanwhile, on the outside, of the ring, Fallon has choked Maverick out and left him laid out on the table after getting out from beneath him. She quickly rounds the ring to make it back to the apron while Kennedy struggles to get back to a vertical base. Raymond stomps down at him leading the deathmatch king to roll to his left to get tapped on the back by Fallon, who was reaching for a tag!]

 

FAT SAUL

She left this man just layin’ here on my table, uh...

 

[Raymond then turns his focus to Fallon, who leaps up from the apron to catch James with a vicious overhead kick! This sends him in a spin that ends with Kennedy catching him with a leaping DDT to implant Raymond’s head into the mat.]

 

FAT SAUL

This fella here is movin’, y'all.

 

[Josh looks around and notices Maverick stirring on the announce table. This causes Kennedy to rush over to the corner closest to the table on the outside of the ring. He scales the corner as does Fallon Lockhart on the opposite side of the ring. Josh dives off the top turnbuckle aiming for Maverick, who is slowly coming to laid out across Saul’s table!]

 

FAT SAUL

Gah!

 

[The shooting star press wows the crowd and flashes throughout capture the moment forever. Kennedy lands atop of Maverick from real distance to completely destroy Saul’s table. A small sharp piece of wood from the destroyed table ends up stuck in the side of Kennedy’s left leg! Maverick nor Josh stir afterwards. Neither does Saul.]

 

“THIS-IS AWE-SOME!”

 

[Fallon Lock has scaled the turnbuckles herself directly in front of James Raymond. She performs a shooting star press of her own but of the corkscrew variety! The crowd erupts as the small wrestler hits her mark then shuffles over to hook a leg of James Raymond for a pin!]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Three!

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

Here are your winners, and advancing into the War of the Worlds Fatal Fourway Battalion Championship Match, the team of Josh Kennedy and Fallon Lockhart, Dead Cute!


[Fallon holds her back as the referee declares she and Josh the winners. She looks around for Kennedy, who amazingly rolls into the ring! He limps up to reveal the small piece of table still stuck in his leg. She reaches down careful at first then yanks it out quickly so the pain won’t linger. Kennedy winces a bit before the referee holds the hands of both wrestlers high in victory!]

FAT SAUL

There you have it, folks. Lockhart and Kennedy pick up the dubya here tonight, and become the first team to punch their ticket to get that shot at those Battalion Beauts against the Osaka Rebels. That's all the time we have tonight here in Jackson, Tennessee, be sure to catch us next time as we head up north to Columbus, Ohio at the Taft Coliseum where we will see who will advance next in the War of the Worlds Qualifiers when Lisa Seldon and Anastasia Hayden takes on the team of Rachelle LeRoux and Camila Abrines and much more only on the Battleground Network! 'Night Y'all!

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