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Crown of the King Cobra

Boardwalk Hall

Atlantic City, New Jersey

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Welcome to the Show

[Tonight, in Atlantic City, the fans had packed into Boardwalk Hall for the conclusion of the Crown of the King Cobra Tournament. Cameras panned and swept from all angles, the crowd cheered in anticipation, chanting for their favorites. Awed by a multicolored spectacle of lights above the stage and ring. Something special was going to happen tonight; however, unlike every show of the season thus far, the cameras all converged on Saul at ringside. Already sat at his table, he was excited, but visibly gassed.]

 

FAT SAUL

Welcome everyone to Atlantic City, y'all! We are live in Boardwalk Hall, the home of the Miss America Pageant for more than sixty years, tonight, host to Union Battleground. I am Fat Saul, thank you for joinin’ me here at ringside!

 

[Saul pauses, taking a sip of water and allowing the crowd to cheer.]

 

FAT SAUL

Tonight, we will see the dramatic final match of the Crown of the King Cobra Tournament. Mikey Svarro has clawed and fought his way to be here while Inaros has simply dominated the competition.

 

[Saul paused once more, Inaros received a fair amount of cheers and Mikey the same. One chant could be heard over the rest, “CHEATER!” because, in a way, both of them had.]

 

FAT SAUL

Both used their ringside advantage to get here tonight, but sometimes, that's just how it goes. One of them will leave here tonight with a title shot of their choice in their back pocket.

 

[The chants and cheers were loud for a moment and Saul waited for them to simmer.]

 

FAT SAUL

A lot of y'all probably wanted to see Finn Whelan take on Lisa Seldon and, while they both told me that was the final they each wanted, we will see what may have happened because that match will happen here in a little bit.

 

[Both Seldon and Whelan received equal support from the red-hot crowd. With Whelan's new demeanor and Seldon's violent history, just in this tournament, the match promised chaos worthy of the cheers.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kaven Drell will defend the War Horse Championship against Karnivall.

 

“KILL! DRELL! KILL!”

 

[There was no mistake here; they may laugh at Karnivall's pranks in the ring, but they rallied behind Drell and shouted his battle cry with gusto.]

 

FAT SAUL

Following a sensational match with Kira Izumi on our last broadcast, Alex Kincaid will challenge Kimitsu Zombie for the Trench War Championship.

 

[Kincaid has had a new aggression this season, the match with Izumi was one for the ages, definitely an early match of the year nod. This is Kimitsu's first title match this season. The fans just wanted to see it.]

 

FAT SAUL

Flash Kassidy earned the right to challenge Alyssa Daniels for the Union Battleground Championship.

 

[No clear favorite in this one either, The Burner and the Champion both have their fans.]

 

FAT SAUL

He gets his shot tonight as we prepare to kick off Season Three's Crown of the King Cobra! Two new competitors set to kick off this huge event tonight. Seems one had a bit of trouble gettin’ in here tonight. Check this out, y'all...

Welcome to Union

[The Crown of the King Cobra feed cuts to the backstage area with the words “Earlier Today” posted in the bottom right hand corner. Various crew members are scurrying by, trying to complete their last minute tasks before the start of Crown of the King Cobra.]

 

[In the parking deck at Boardwalk Hall, a beat-up red Nissan truck pulls into a parking spot. The doors open, with Nathan Turner stepping out into the dock. He motions inside of the truck, then the passenger door opens. Jake Turner, Nathan's son, steps out carrying a Nike gear bag.]

 

[Both of the Turners start heading towards the backstage area, before they're finally stopped by a man in a blue security uniform.]

 

SECURITY OFFICER

Uh, sir, this isn't the fan parking. This parking deck is for official Union business only. You'll need to head back out and up around the corner to 4th Street, there's visitor parking there.

 

NATHAN TURNER

Have I really lost it that much?

 

SECURITY OFFICER

I'm sorry, sir?

 

NATHAN TURNER

I'm Nathan Turner. I just signed last week. Believe it or not, I'm actually here for a match. I've got Johanna Krieger tonight. This is my son, Jake. He wanted to check out the backstage area before heading out to his seat.

 

SECURITY OFFICER

Um, alright. Give me one second.

 

[The security officer turns away for a second and calls over the walkie talkie connected to his shoulder.]

 

JAKE TURNER

What's up, dad? Why doesn't he believe you?

 

NATHAN TURNER

Hey, don't worry about it. He's just doing his job. We'll get this sorted out.

 

[The security officer nods, then turns back to the Turners.]

 

SECURITY OFFICER

Turns out you may be right. I'm just going to escort you to your locker room, if that's okay?

 

NATHAN TURNER

Yeah, sure thing. And hey, while I'm getting ready, could you take Jake and swing him by Alex Kincaid’s locker room, he's a big fan.

 

[The scene changes as the two men and Jake make their way passed the loading dock with the bustling crew members and towards Nathan's locker room.]

MIKE DEMPSEY

Ladies and gentlemen, we are live exclusively on the Battleground Network here at the Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City, New Jersey, for Crown of the King Cobra! And now, the following battle is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing 5’5” and weighing in at 130 pounds, from Nuremberg, Bavaria, making her Union Battleground debut, 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. She holds the insides of her jacket as she moves down towards the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

Here comes Johanna Krieger for her first match on the Battleground. I've seen a pinch of her work with Iconic Sports Management recently.

 

[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 and slingshots herself through the ropes into the ring before spinning to the corner where she sits down.]

 

FAT SAUL

Be sure to follow @Krieger_Skold on Twitter!

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

And her opponent, standing 6’2” and weighing in at 239 pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, making his Union Battleground debut, 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.]

 

FAT SAUL

It's gonna be interestin’ seein’ these two newcomers lock up. Both lookin’ to make quite an impact.

 

[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

I know Mr. Turner has his son watchin’ this one somewhere in the buildin’, y'all can follow along with @The__Everyman on Twitter as well.

 

[DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

There's the bell, neither one rushin’ right in...

 

[The bell sounds, marking the beginning of this opening bout. Krieger and Turner cautiously make their way towards the center of the ring and begin circling around to find any sort of opening. The two eventually lock horns with a collar and elbow tie up. Both battle back and forth, jockeying for position, until Turner takes command and arm drags Krieger down to the mat. Turner hangs on and goes for an armbar, but Krieger circles out of it and rocks The Everyman with a sharp back elbow!]

 

FAT SAUL

Caught him under the jaw and got loose.

 

[Nathan flops down to the canvas and Krieger now goes on the attack with an armbar, but Turner wraps his legs around Krieger’s head and locks in a headscissors. Krieger quickly kips up to her feet and immediately swings her leg with a low kick to Turner’s head, but he lays back and avoids the collision. Turner acts fast and trips Krieger up with a modified ankle pick and the two roll into a scrum until they both fall outside of the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

Two bruises remind me of my two nephews rollin’ around the banks in a scuffle only to fall into the Lake. On the outside now...

 

[Both competitors continue to trade blows back and forth, until Krieger changes levels and tries to hit a double leg takedown. Turner manages to sprawl back and stuff the takedown, and in the process, wraps Johanna in a front chinlock. Turner picks up his opponent and launches several knee strikes to her face.]

 

FAT SAUL

He's got her in la la land… WHOA!

 

[Johanna looks to be dazed momentarily, and Turner capitalizes with a snap suplex onto the cold, unforgiving concrete floor!]

 

FAT SAUL

Put her down hard!

 

[Turner winces as he climbs back to his feet, but is charged with adrenaline from the cheering crowd. He picks up Johanna by the hair and tosses her back inside the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

He knows he can't win out there.

 

[He slides in right behind and continues to drag her up to her feet. Just as they both stand tall, Johanna delivers a sudden spinning backfist and rocks Turner right in his temple! He stumbles back on his heels and catches himself on the ropes. Krieger starts to run the ropes. She bounces off the far end and comes soaring back, but Turner catches her off guard and pummels her with a spinning spinebuster!]

 

FAT SAUL

That will rob ya of breath long enough for ya opponent to…

 

[The Everyman lays on top and hooks the leg for a quick cover!]

 

… One!

 

… Tw — Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

...but no, barely a two!

 

[Krieger kicks out with fury, but obviously still looks a bit stunned. Turner looks to stay on the offensive, picking Krieger back up by her golden braids. He fires off a knife edge chop that snaps loudly through the building.]

 

FAT SAUL

Firin’ this crowd up as he lights up the top of her...

 

[He fires off another and starts to back her up into the corner.]

 

FAT SAUL

...chest.

 

[Nathan goes to throw a third knife edge chop, but Johanna catches him in mid swing. Krieger quickly spins Turner into a hammerlock! She then pushes him into the ropes from behind. Nathan bounces off the ropes before being dropped with a vicious clothesline from Johanna.]

 

FAT SAUL

Just like that, JoJo takes control.

 

[Johanna now goes on the offensive and begins dropping several grounded knee strikes to Turner’s face as he tries to cover up. Johanna switches up and launches soccer kicks to Turner’s ribcage to soften him up.]

 

FAT SAUL

Vicious hard kicks and the Everyman is fightin’ back!

 

[Nathan struggles to his feet as he tries to fight off the attacks. Johanna switches to straight jab combos to the head and body as Turner stands to his feet and she continues to completely unload on her larger opponent.]

 

FAT SAUL

He's determined to grab her and she's dead set on punchin’ him in the head...

 

[Turner fights through the attack and locks horns with Krieger. The two bounce off the rope and Turner Irish whips Krieger across the ring. On the return, Turner launches a powerful clothesline, but Krieger ducks under it. Krieger rebounds off the ropes again and comes flying in with a kamikaze crossbody! They hit the canvas hard, Turner flat on his back and Johanna rolls on top to make a cover!]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

Action quicker than a hiccup and he's already kicked out...

 

[Nathan Turner kicks out with brute force, throwing Johanna off of him like it was nothing.]

 

FAT SAUL

...with authority!

 

[However, as soon as Nathan sits up, Johanna traps him in a dragon sleeper. She wrenches back with all her might while Turner claws at her arms gasping for air.]

 

FAT SAUL

She stays on him though.

 

[The Everyman slowly starts to work his way up to his feet all the while Krieger stays locked right around his neck. Turner finally makes it to his feet and twists around to face Krieger, but Krieger pops him right between the eyes!]

 

FAT SAUL

Hard knee shot!

 

[Turner’s head gets thrown back from the impact, and Krieger follows up by grabbing his hair and smashing his nose into the mat, sit out facebuster! Johanna pops back up and runs the ropes. She rushes back in and crashes down with a running snap leg drop! Turner rolls around in the mat clenching his head and neck while Johanna looks on with great pleasure.]

 

FAT SAUL

She's knockin’ his noggin around in there!

 

[She grabs him by the hair and picks him back up to his feet. Johanna sticks him with a few more jabs and runs the ropes once again. On the return, she steps up on his bent knee and launches an enziguri! But Turner ducks it! Krieger goes spinning in a 180, burns out on the mat and rolls prone.]

 

FAT SAUL

Miss and a crash landin’!

 

[Turner locks Krieger with double overhooks from behind, dragging her up before tossing her back with a chicken wing suplex!]

 

FAT SAUL

Up! And…

 

[The crowd explodes as she crashes down to the mat and Turner bridges back for a pin attempt!]

 

FAT SAUL

... he's gonna add some pressure for...

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Thr — Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

She didn't have another blink there!

 

[Johanna Krieger kicks out at the last possible moment and to his dismay, Turner tries to register his situation. Feeling gassed at this point, Turner digs deep as he pushes himself back up to his feet and brings Johanna up along with him.]

 

FAT SAUL

Throwin’ down on the Battleground!

 

[Turner throws a right hand, then Krieger returns with a right. Both trade blows back and forth once again, giving everything they got.]

 

FAT SAUL

And, both in a struggle just to stand!

 

[Johanna unleashed everything with a powerful right hook, but Turner dodges it and catches Krieger in a rear waist lock. The Everyman tries a German suplex, but Johanna is able to wrap her leg inside his for the block. Turner tries again, but Johanna blocks it again.]

 

FAT SAUL

Gold and glory, prizes of the Battleground, both these two here in a struggle for that first step.

 

[Finally, Krieger grabs Nathan by the head and flips him over with a snapmare.]

 

FAT SAUL

She's got him down!

 

[Johanna springs off the ropes and delivers a brutal soccer kick to the back of the head. With Turner in a fog, she starts to run the ropes.]

 

FAT SAUL

Like watchin’ a wreckin’ ball bust up a pinball machine… here she comes again!

 

[On the return she comes soaring in with a running bicycle knee! Turner is out cold and Krieger collapses on top of him for the cover!]

 

FAT SAUL

Skold ov Makt!

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Three!

 

FAT SAUL

She got tossed around, but hit him from every side and corner.

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

JoJo takes a step forward here tonight with a successful debut.

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

Here is your winner, Johanna Krieger!

 

[Krieger has her hand raised high in the air and she celebrates in her debut victory. Nathan Turner slowly starts to come to his senses and realizes what had just happened. Turner, much to his chagrin, looks out into the crowd with an unfocused expression, feeling let down by his defeat.]

 

FAT SAUL

Tonight just ain't ya night, big guy.

 

[Krieger hops out of the ring and strolls up the ramp while Turner struggles to his feet and continues to process everything.]

 

FAT SAUL

They love ya here!

 

[The crowd cheers loudly, chanting.]

 

“EV-RY-MAN!”

 

FAT SAUL

They real vocal about it!

 

[Turner soon follows suit and hops out of the ring but feels a little more at ease as the crowd chant his moniker. Even in defeat, he knows he’s earned the respect from Saul and the fans; and maybe, just maybe, he may still have a shot at this.]

Sad Act

[Where are we? Atlantic City? In an arena? Fuck yeah, that’ll do it. Here comes Skye, oddly hanging out at the edge of your screen. Odd look for a video spot, but what do I know, I'm just the voice in your head describing things.]

 

SAVANNAH SKYE

Ladies and gentlemen, I’m backstage at the Crown of the King Cobra where I’m currently joined by Lisa Seldon ahead of her match with Finn Whelan.

 

[The camera pans slightly to the side and brings Lisa into the shot, currently draped over Skye’s shoulders like an uncomfortable looking shoal.]

 

SAVANNAH SKYE

Lisa, how are you feeling about your match tonight?

 

[Lisa lets out the longest, loudest possible sigh directly into Skye’s face.]

 

LISA SELDON

Sad, Skylar. Just really sad. Also I’m just gonna...

 

[Lisa gently draws the microphone from Skye’s hand - as is tradition - and dangles it down in such a way that neither of them can conveniently talk into it.]

 

LISA SELDON

Anyway, yeah, mostly sad.

 

[Lisa sort of just stops talking at this point and instead begins pawing at Skye’s face like someone who is about to get mauled by a cat. Skye does her best to be a professional.]

 

SAVANNAH SKYE

Okay, so, tonight you take on Finn Whelan, a former Trench War Champion and King Cobra challenger himself. Not only that, but there’s supposedly a special reward on the line for the winner tonight. It might not be the prize you came for, but how does that make you feel.

 

[Lisa looks down at her, through her waxing eyelids, barely holding her tongue in a mouthful of indignation.]

 

LISA SELDON

I wanted the Crown.

 

[Lisa snarls at her, and then walks off through the shot. Apparently that wasn’t all just a bit.]

MIKE DEMPSEY

The following battle is scheduled for one fall and is for a Unique Opportunity! Introducing first, standing 5’6” and weighing in at 130 pounds, from Glasgow, Scotland, she is Lisa Seldon!

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


[“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.]

 

FAT SAUL

Following a violent qualifier with James Edwards…

[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 jumps up over the ropes.]

 

FAT SAUL

...she tore through her quarter-final match, quite literally, rippin’ Datura's nose ring out.


[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 fell to Inaros in the semifinal and, if ya ask Ol´ Saul, she has every right to be upset about it.

 

[The lights dim in the arena and cast the arena in a red glow, and for a moment -- only a moment -- the crowd quiets down just a smidge. The guitar riff opening that carries throughout the rest of Asking Alexandria's "Into the Fire" breaks out and brings the crowd to their feet -- both in a positive and negative reaction, completely mixed.]

 

FAT SAUL

Keep up with Lisa on Twitter, including her work with Battleground Network's own Yamashi Promotions, follow @Lisacanrana.
 

MIKE DEMPSEY

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


TAKE 'EM ALL BACK


[Just before the first line of the song, Finn Whelan has appeared not from the curtain, but from one of the visitor's entrances.]

 

FAT SAUL

Cameras searching for the man… there he is! Finn started ripping through the competition in London, qualifying against Fallon Lockhart.

 

[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. He 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.]

 

FAT SAUL

He eliminated Flash Kassidy in the quarterfinal, but fell to Mikey Svarro in the semifinals.

 

[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

Be sure to follow @Theseattlesaint on Twitter, he has been quite social about his thoughts concerning…

 

[The referee calls for the bell!]

 

FAT SAUL

...Rumble Reyes involvement in that match.

 

[DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

Both feel cheated out of the Crown by outside interference. Lets see how this plays out...

 

[The two wrestlers begin to circle one another. Each knowing the other capable of anything within the confines of this ring. The two superstars charge at each other suddenly! Lisa comes out firing elbows while Finn nails her in the gut with a knee! She bends over leading Whelan to attempt a superkick but Frankenstein ducks it! She then takes hold of Finn’s planted leg to flip back! Seldon hits the ropes just behind her to spring forward at Whelan, who raises up in a seated position to catch a sliding forearm!]

 

FAT SAUL

Down and WHOA! Look here...

 

[Frankenstein gets back up to her feet quickly but is shocked when Whelan leaps to his in a single bound! Lisa rushes in to attack only to be countered by a step up enziguri! The violent kick drops Seldon but she falls through the ropes and onto the apron. Finn gets back to his feet and rushes over to Lisa, who uses the middle rope to pull herself up to her feet. Whelan reaches across the ropes to take hold of Seldon, who counters with a sharp elbow! She then dives over the top rope for a sunset flip into a pin on Finn!]

 

FAT SAUL

Sunset flip for...

 

… One!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

...can't hold him down.

 

[Whelan quickly gets back to his feet as does Lisa! She charges at Finn, who kicks her in the gut then hooks her for a sitout gourdbuster! The impact causes Seldon to bounce on the mat and end up flat on her back!]

 

FAT SAUL

Measurin’ on Frankenstein...

 

[Whelan quickly rushes over to the ropes to glide through. He then faces back into the ring while clutching the top rope in his right hand. Finn uses his other hand to “will” Lisa back to her feet. Seldon does stir then carefully gets to her feet leading Whelan to leap up on the top rope from the apron and dive off at her looking for a dropkick! Frankenstein ducks it! The referee behind her takes the kick instead!]

 

FAT SAUL

The referee just ate every bit of that.

 

[Finn gets back to his feet to check on the referee, who is knocked out completely. Seldon rolls out of the ring and immediately reaches up beneath it to find any kind of weapon. The crowd breaks out in a “Frankenstein!” chant leading to Finn’s focus to return.]

 

FAT SAUL

Here we go, now she's diggin’ for the goods!

 

[Lisa pulls out a steel chair and sits it up alongside the ring then begins fishing out more items. Two long fluorescent lights roll out causing her eyes to grow wide with real joy. A small strand of barbed wire can be seen as well. Seldon picks it up then tosses it behind her to get it out of the way before crawling closer toward the two light tubes.]

 

FAT SAUL

Imagine the chaos runnin’ through that wicked...

 

[She reaches out but something wraps around her head from behind! Whelan picked up the discarded strand of wire and now has it around Frankenstein's face!]

 

FAT SAUL

Openin’ her up right here in front of us.

 

[The sharp wire digs into each jaw and her lips! It travels along her mouth leading Finn to twist it from behind! Blood trickles down Lisa’s face from the barbs digging in deep all the way across her head. Saul looks away for a moment.]

 

FAT SAUL

Oh, man!

 

[Whelan grins at his opponent's pain briefly before using the wire to pull Lisa’s head into the edge of the apron with force! She falls on the outside floor while Finn rolls back in the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

It's worse watchin’ them barbs pop out of her cheeks.

 

[Frankenstein yanks at the wire to get it unattached from her face. She carefully uses the chair she set up earlier to pull herself up to one knee. Whelan scales the corner in the ring closest to Seldon then stares down at her waiting.]

 

FAT SAUL

From the heavens above…

 

[Frankenstein looks straight up as she stands up to see Whelan, who dives off face first at her!]

 

FAT SAUL

...to the Battleground be… OH!

 

[Suddenly, just as Finn turns upside down in the air, Seldon leaps up onto the chair and catches him! She uses his forward momentum instead of her strength to perform an inverted sit out piledriver through the steel chair! The counter shocks all in the arena. The impact of Whelan’s head through the seat of the chair sends Seldon face forward to smash her cheek against the bottom ring step!]

 

FAT SAUL

An amazin’ move, but she hit the steps there. Both of them are down.

 

[The replay is shown over and over while the crowd begins to chant.]

“THIS-IS AWE-SOME!”

[The two wrestlers try and fail to get up. Finn’s head is busted open at his hairline. Lisa sits up to spit out a molar!]

 

FAT SAUL

Looked like a bloody tooth, y'all! She is moving!

 

[She gets back to her feet first while Whelan staggers to a knee in a daze. Lisa limps over to the glass tubes and bends over to pick one from the floor slowly. Finn watches on while Frankenstein stands straight up then stares down her opponent. She uses her right foot to scoot the other tube toward Whelan, who takes it up immediately!]

 

FAT SAUL

Now they are both armed, watch it there folks!

 

[A yellowish-brown colored bruise begins to appear across Lisa’s face with tiny cuts. Whelan’s head bleeds down his face and onto his chest, but relent, Finn does not.]

 

FAT SAUL

She's gonna bust that across his...

 

[Lisa charges in to swing wide with her glass tube but misses! Her head turns to keep both eyes on Finn, who counters with the tube in the form of a brutal uppercut! The glass shatters against the chin of Seldon! Small shards of glass imbed in her face alongside the cuts from the barbed wire from before.]

 

FAT SAUL

Lisa is all sliced up, right here in front of me ...here comes Whelan!

 

[Whelan charges at his stunned opponent, who swings the tube wide to break it across the face of The Seattle Saint! Glass is now everywhere directly in front of Saul’s table. Both wrestlers look over at him with bloody faces full of small pieces of glass. The scene is a bit unnerving to say the least.]

 

FAT SAUL

Both still have a lot of fight in them.

 

[Finn comes in close looking for a chop but Seldon counters by attempting to clinch for close quarter strikes! Whelan counters this with a kick to the gut then hits a sit out jawbreaker! The crowd pops!]

 

FAT SAUL

He's gonna have to get her back inside. Well...

 

[Whelan rolls Lisa into the ring beneath the bottom rope then follows close behind. The referee is still out cold in the corner.]

 

FAT SAUL

Okay, here comes another official!

 

[Lisa sits up on her hands and knees as Finn turns around. He hits the curbstomp as the new female referee slides in the ring. Whelan stumbles to the mat alongside his opponent to roll her over onto her back. Finn quickly cradles a leg for a pin!]

 

FAT SAUL

Hooked! Referee in position...

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

She kicked out!

 

[Whelan can’t believe it. The crowd goes crazy at the fact this one will continue on. Lisa grins on the mat with a bloody face full of glass. Finn’s head continues to bleed. The referee comes in close to both wrestlers to ask if they can continue. Both nod that they can.]

 

FAT SAUL

It may not be the final, y'all, but what a battle we are being treated to.

 

[Whelan grasps his forehead with both hands consumed by real frustration. Blood oozes through his fingers then trickles to the mat to leave a trail of pain many wouldn’t dare follow.]

 

FAT SAUL

Both bleedin’, the sting of sweat in their wounds. Neither too quick to mix it back up.

 

[Finn gathers himself slowly while Lisa rises to her feet. Whelan pushes himself up on the mat leaving two bloody handprints on the canvas. Both wrestlers continue to bleed for this max capacity crowd. Whelan turns to come face to face with Lisa Frankenstein!]

 

FAT SAUL

They are gonna beat the tar out of one another!

 

[Both wrestlers start throwing fists and elbows! Whelan knocks back Seldon, who comes back with a shot of her own! They share shots until Lisa catches Whelan underneath the chin with a solid elbow!]

 

FAT SAUL

Finn on wobbly legs after that elbow.

 

[The shot stuns The Seattle Saint long enough for Seldon to clinch him close! She then begins to unload Muay-Thai knee strikes, one right after another in succession! She continues until Finn falls to the mat on both knees in a heap. Frankenstein releases her hold then takes a step back away from Whelan.]

 

FAT SAUL

She's givin’ him space, never a good idea with...

 

[Finn shakes his head before bending down to end up on his hands and knees to further gather himself. Lisa comes in hot with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head! The shot floors the Finn Whelan leading Frankenstein to fall alongside him to cradle up a leg for a pin!]

 

FAT SAUL

The whites of his eyes just flashed.

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Three!

 

FAT SAUL

That's it.

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

Here is your winner, Lisa Seldon!

 

FAT SAUL

Another brutal battle and another win for Seldon.

 

[The referee raises Frankenstein’s hand high into the air in victory, and then Lisa rushes over to check on her fallen comrade still out cold in the corner. Lisa nods at Whelan, who is sitting up now, before rolling out the ring. She walks up the ramp backwards with both arms high into the air for the now roaring Union Battleground faithful.]

Commercial Break

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 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

At our last L!GHTS OUT event, Karnivall not only defeated, he unmasked Phantom to earn his shot at the War Horse Title here tonight.

 

[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

He's been quiet as of late, but be sure to follow @KarnivallOddity and keep up with the sideshow on Twitter.

 

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.]

 

FAT SAUL

Here comes the epitome of intensity!

 

[The fans respond positively to him, though he pays them little mind as he slowly makes his way down toward the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kaven challenged, won and has defended the War Horse Title very methodically and mercilessly.

 

[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

Now, we ain't gonna find Kaven Drell on Twitter, but keep the hashtag #KillDrellKill alive and show him y'all support him anyway.

 

[Eventually, Kaven heads to the ring steps and takes a few sure steps up them, ducking in between the ropes. As soon as he plants one foot in the ring, “The Oddity begins taking it to Drell immediately, launching himself at the champ with a flurry of violent punches.]

 

FAT SAUL

No bell yet, but Karnivall ain't waitin’!

 

[The referee finally rings the bell after Karnivall lands a staggering spinning elbow, knocking Drell back into the turnbuckle!]

 

[DING!]

 

[Drell can’t seem to get any offense in, still receiving the hard hits from Karnivall. But, abruptly, “The Oddity” stops his assault, puts his index finger to his lips and pauses.]

 

FAT SAUL

Karnivall with full control, attackin’ early and, well, wait a second now...

 

[He throws his hands in the air like he just received the world’s most brilliant idea, then ducks underneath the bottom rope and starts digging underneath the ring. He pulls out a large sack and starts digging through it, trying to find the right gag gift. Balloon animals fly into the crowd as the clown digs, until finally, he produces a small wooden box.]

 

FAT SAUL

Seems he's found what he's lookin’ for. He's rollin’ back in…

 

[He nods to himself and rolls back underneath the bottom rope and towards the turnbuckle where Drell is still reeling. Karnivall flourishes the box in front of Drell, opens the lid… And nothing happens.]

 

FAT SAUL

I don't know what he was expectin’, but he doesn't look…

 

[Karnivall looks furious that his gag didn’t go off as intended, but Drell takes the opportunity with the clown preoccupied and launches his own offensive, leading with a European Uppercut, then another, then one more, knocking “The Oddity” back.]

 

FAT SAUL

And, that is why it is so dangerous to give the Champion any time to catch his breath. Karnivall is reelin’ in there now...

 

[Wasting no time, Drell wraps his arms around the clown’s throat, locking in a tight sleeperhold. Both men go to the mat as Karnivall struggles against the sleeper.]

 

“KILL! DRELL! KILL!”

 

[The referee checks on Karnivall, asking him if he wants to tap, but of course he declines. Drell wrenches the neck of Karnivall, trying to lock in the sleeper further, but Karnivall has other plans, poking Drell in the eyes causing him to release the hold and roll back.]

 

FAT SAUL

Thumb, right in the eye socket!

 

[“The Oddity” makes a move towards Drell, who is still on the mat, but Drell completes a picture-perfect double-leg takedown, rolling the clown over into a single leg Boston crab in the process. The referee once again drops down to see if the bigger man taps out, but still, the prankster doesn’t relent to the more technical of the two.]

 

FAT SAUL

Karnivall may have bought a moment, but the Champion has him locked up here. He's squirmin’ …stretchin’ ...almost there...

 

[Karnivall finally gets enough leverage to power his way to the bottom rope, causing the submission break. Drell doesn’t let that drag him down, however, and instead tries to pull Karnivall back towards to the center of the ring, but receives a kick to the crotch for his troubles, knocking him onto the mat.]

 

FAT SAUL

Second time to the well, the referee lettin’ them go!

 

[The big clown hops to his feet, a very creepy smile on his face. He points to Drell, who is laying on his side holding his groin, and laughs. He stalks over to the downed man, grabbing him by the hair and lifting him up, only to deliver him back to the mat with a vicious Straight Jacket Suplex. Drell hits hard, then rolls underneath the bottom rope to regain himself for a moment.]

 

FAT SAUL

Fantastic move! The Champion has the wits about him though to get out of Karni's reach.

 

[“The Oddity” points to the turnbuckle, then shakily walks over to it. He climbs to the top rope, doing his best tightrope walk, trying to aim a Twisted Grin from the ropes to the outside of the ring, but he doesn’t want to look down.]

 

FAT SAUL

This one is for the War Horse title, ya got to dig deep, face ya fears and…

 

[Instead, Karnivall leaps from the ropes with a prayer, his fear of heights getting to him, only for Drell to catch him in mid-air and somehow lift him up over his head for a brutal Military Press Slam onto the floor outside of the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL and the CROWD

OH!

 

FAT SAUL

That did not work out. The challenger is down!

 

[Drell wastes no time delivering as much pain to the clown as he can, immediately Irish Whipping him into the ring-post, the big freak’s head bouncing off of it like a baseball.]

 

FAT SAUL

He's gonna need checked for a concussion and whiplash after that. Stripes has somethin’ to say to Drell over there...

 

[Drell ignores the referee leaning over the rope to let the men know that they’re getting close to making him start the countout, but Drell pushes on, delivering stomps to the hands of Karnivall. He pulls Karnivall up by the hair, knees him in the gut doubling him over, and sticks him in the powerbomb position.]

 

FAT SAUL

Drell just pressed him from high above, settin’ him up for some real hurt here…

 

[Drell lifts “The Oddity” up, getting ready to deliver the Tolling Bell, but Karnivall has other plans. Once he’s up and seated inverted on the Champion's shoulders, Karnivall bends down and bites Drell on the forehead, opening a huge hole above his left eye.]

 

FAT SAUL

Take a bite! Drell stumblin’...

 

[Drell falls backwards, holding the now bleeding wound, and Karnivall lands on top of him. He stands up, smiling with a bloody mouth, and points over to his bag of tricks.]

 

FAT SAUL

What else could he… he's got a...

 

[Karnivall reaches down into the bag and pulls out a ridiculously oversized mallet. He laughs manically, making his way over to where Drell is still holding his head on the floor outside of the ring. Karnivall sizes him up, hefts the big mallet up, and brings it down.]

 

FAT SAUL

Clown swingin’ a large mallet to crush the Champion's...

 

[Drell somehow rolls out of the way just in time, causing “The Oddity” to hit nothing but the floor.]

 

FAT SAUL

WHEW! Only here at Union Battleground, folks.

 

[The strike must have caused some ringing in his hands, because Karnivall drops the mallet and clenches his fists. Drell seizes the opening, grabbing the mallet by the head, and delivering a straight blow to the stomach of Karnivall.]

 

FAT SAUL

Mallet handle to the guts!

 

[The big clown doubles over with an audible oof, allowing Drell to stick him back in the powerbomb position. This time, he lifts the clown up clean and drops him to the floor with a brutal Tolling Bell.]

 

FAT SAUL

Kaven pickin’ Karnivall up on the outside and...

 

“KILL! DRELL! KILL!”

 

[Drells rolls him underneath the bottom rope and slides in after him, going for the pin.]

 

FAT SAUL

Referee dropped for the count...

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

FAT SAUL

… Kick out! No!

 

[Karnivall somehow kicks out with power, shoving Drell off of him. Drell, barely able to see with blood pouring down his face, is somehow amazed that the clown was able to kick out of that. Yet, still the freakshow still comes his way.]

 

FAT SAUL

Drell in a bloodied stupor here as Karnivall closes in.

 

[Karnivall delivers a headbutt to the bloodied head of Drell, splashing a mist of blood in the air.]

 

FAT SAUL

Sickenin’! OH, but...

 

[Drell retaliates with his own headbutt, another mist of blood in the air.]

 

FAT SAUL

That thud is quite… damn, another one ...and...

 

“KILL! DRELL! KILL!”

 

[Then another, then another. Karnivall drops to one knee while Drell still delivers bloody headbutts in rapid succession. He stops and puts his finger to his lips, the crowd hisses a Hush sound before Kaven delivers one more violent headbutt. The sideshow clown is a crumpled heap. The crowd is rabid.]

 

“KILL! DRELL! KILL!”

 

[Drell goes for the pin.]

 

FAT SAUL

Lateral press for the cover!

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Three!

 

FAT SAUL

There just wasn't enough in Karnivall's bag of tricks tonight.

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

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

 

FAT SAUL

That is defense number two as Kaven Drell bangs one into the record book ...with his head.

The Mind of a Zombie

[Kimitsu Zombie paces back and forth in an isolated spot backstage. She spots the camera and gives us a big scowl before starting her walk to the ring. She opens up her jacket to reveal the Trench War Championship on her waist.]

KIMITSU ZOMBIE
What? Do you want one last ditch effort for me to get everything out before I go out there? Fine. I guess I owe you something. You people have been with me since the beginning so I think I’ll give you that much. I’m speaking to those people that have been where I have. To those people that know what it is to be on the edge. That’s where I find myself now. I tip over just a little bit and it’s a long fall to the bottom. You can say that I already fell after failing to get the Ultimate Battleground title but I have my nails dug in because I have something to fight for.

[She pats the title.]

KIMITSU ZOMBIE
This title is my badge of honor here in Union Battleground. I am going into that ring once again to protect this honor. When I say that word most people expect me to live up to it. It might reveal that I’m the type of fighter to treat people with respect and honor. The way I look and where I come from also have a lot to do with that. Those that really know me, know that I stray a little bit off that path. Deep down I am not that way at all. I wasn’t brought up learning these things. I was brought up learning how to survive. I’m going into this match with Kincaid with that same mentality because that is what this match is all about: Survival.

[Kimitsu shrugs and closes up her jacket once again.]

KIMITSU ZOMBIE
That’s just the way I like things too. I’ll defend this title just the way I won it. By being true to myself. This last year in my career was a big lesson. I’m going to take all those ups and downs and go about things how I used to do. With my heart on my sleeve and anger in my heart. That is the only way to live for someone like me, and for someone with this title. I already see the sharks circling in the waters so I’m going to send them a message tonight. I’m going to show them that I’m no easy prey.

[She waves the cameraman to the side as she gets closer to the entrance-way, but she stops before she passes him by.]

KIMITSU ZOMBIE
What I do in that ring tonight will show you all what has been going through my mind these past few weeks. I’m not well up here. That might make me the victim or that might make me dangerous. I’ll leave that up to fate. Either way, I’m doing things my own way from now on. It’s time to work out some frustrations.

[She walks off to get ready for her entrance.]

MIKE DEMPSEY
The following battle is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Union Battleground Trench War Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, standing 6’ even and weighing in at 238 pounds, from Bearing, Alberta, 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. A moment later, Alex Kincaid whips through the curtain.]

 

FAT SAUL

He had one helluva match our last broadcast with Kira Izumi.

 

[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 people 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

Tonight, he challenges for the Trench War Championship.

 

[Kincaid 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 with a playful wink and then warming up against the ropes.]

 

FAT SAUL

Follow @RunMyRing on Twitter to keep up with the Kincaids.

 

[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.]
 

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



MIGIKATA!
IREZUMI!
AGEKATA!
ZANZOU!


[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

Kimitsu Zombie can also be found on Twitter, just follow @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. She jumps down into the ring and holds her title up in the air waiting for the match to start.]

 

FAT SAUL

She has challenged for the Union Battleground title, but this is the first she has been challenged this season.
 

[The referee holds the Trench War Championship high into the air before handing it off to a ring grip. She then calls for the bell!]

 

FAT SAUL

After the show, go back to the archive and watch an encore of the last show...

 

[DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

...ya gotta wonder how many times Kimitsu has. Here he comes...

 

[Kincaid makes a mad dash for Zombie, who shuffles her feet to avoid him completely before hammering Alex in the back of the head with a big elbow! The crowd pops while The Bullet King turns around crouched over slightly to catch a stinging headbutt from Kimitsu!]

 

FAT SAUL

Head shots with her head. Those swigs she was takin’ dullin’ her pain…

 

[Alex now has a cut above his left eye. Blood fills his eye below causing him to wipe at it instinctively. Alex can see out of his right eye enough to notice Zombie directly in front of him. He takes off at Kimitsu full speed ahead only to catch a dragon screw from the champion! Kincaid grabs at his left kneecap after the maneuver in real agony. He rolls out of the ring!]

 

FAT SAUL

Kincaid hurt here, wisely rollin’ out.

 

[Kincaid stumbles around on the outside floor, now obviously favoring his left knee. Alyssa walks over to check on Alex quickly, neither paying any attention to Yoyo Banzai. Zombie carefully makes her way across the ring to the ropes. Saul starts squirming in his seat.]

 

FAT SAUL

Ol’ Saul's near-certain…

 

[Kimi whistles before leaping up onto the top rope! She springboards off just as Alex and Alyssa turn to find the source of the whistling! The body splash takes them both out and Kimitsu gets back to her feet to wind the crowd up even further. She hits the announcer table with two balled fists to shock Saul and pronounce her dominance.]

 

FAT SAUL

Yes, ma'am, o-Kimi-san!

 

[Kimitsu makes her way over to Alex slowly. Kincaid is laid out on the outside floor. Zombie bends down as she reaches her opponent. She pushes on his head once and then again with more force! This stirs Alex enough to see Kimitsu before him, but she points to Alyssa. Kincaid looks over at his other half.]

 

FAT SAUL

Now, that's how ya work an opponent's emotions, right there!

 

[Alyssa is knocked out cold on the floor leading Alex to crawl over to her while dragging his injured knee behind him. He cradles up his love in his arms attempting to wake her only to catch a foot to the face from a charging Zombie!]

 

FAT SAUL

She just took his head off blind!

 

[The warm moment turns cold in a hurry with little remorse from the Trench War Champion!]

 

FAT SAUL

The horror of trench warfare!

 

[Alex shakes his head, now completely disoriented. He attempts to get to his feet in this daze but fails miserably. A push from behind helps him eventually get up on the apron. Kincaid rolls underneath the bottom ropes then onto his back in the middle of the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

Lets see if this production warps your brain…

 

[The camera angle turns to his perspective and everything slows down... The shot widens to show his nudge came from Kimitsu, who follows close behind him. She's in beneath the ropes to hook a leg ...in real time now!]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Kick Out!

 

FAT SAUL

Gettin’ creative, but can't hold the challenger down.

 

[Kincaid kicks out with his injured left leg! Kimitsu cradled it on purpose with veteran reasoning. Alex gets to a knee with blood still filling his eye from his cut above his left brow. Zombie argues with the referee briefly about the count, which allows her opponent to regather himself.]

 

FAT SAUL

Maybe she was time warped in the process, but just a two!

 

[Alex stumbles over towards Kimitsu! He catches her, just as she turns, with a knife edge chop across her chest! The crowd pops when he nails her with another! Kincaid continues his offense by whipping Zombie into the ropes then waiting in the center of the ring for her return!]

 

FAT SAUL

To the ropes and…

 

[Kimitsu counters by drop kicking Kincaid’s left knee out from under him! He screams out in pain as Zombie makes her way quickly to the closest corner!]

 

FAT SAUL

She's gonna attack from the top!

 

[Kimitsu scales the turnbuckles in the corner with lightning speed! She gets to the top then looks out but doesn’t see Alex! He has stumbled to his feet and moved to the ropes! Kincaid hits the ropes with all his weight to knock Zombie down into a seated position on the top turnbuckle! Saul and his friends in the front row clutch their groin in the background.]

 

FAT SAUL

That's hard to watch…

 

[Alex makes his way over to her then carefully climbs up on the middle turnbuckle then reaches up to hook Zombie for what looks like a suplex! He cradles Kimitsu up then hoists her high into the air!]

 

FAT SAUL

Look at the power!

 

[Alex stalls to the superplex only briefly because of his injured knee before both wrestlers crash to the mat in the center of the ring! Kincaid quickly crawls back over to Zombie to make the cover!]

 

… One!

 

… Kick Out!

 

FAT SAUL

Not even a two! And, there she goes...

 

[A look of real frustration crosses the face of The Bullet King. Blood continues to trickle from the cut while Kimitsu rolls out of the ring to catch her bearings. Alyssa is still laid out on the mat and Zombie steps on her! Zombie laughs then rolls back in the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

We just watched Zombie step on… uh oh, somethin’ tells me…

 

[Kimitsu gets to both feet to see a pissed off Alex Kincaid across the ring facing her down! The Bullet King had definitely watched Zombie hurt his beloved and now disrespect her in such a mocking manner.]

 

FAT SAUL

An intense standoff!

 

[Kimitsu takes off at Kincaid to catch him with a wicked tilt-a-whirl headscissors! Alex hits the mat then rolls to end up in the corner, where the champion was aiming. Zombie comes flying in with double knees in the corner to her crouched over opponent full speed ahead!]

 

FAT SAUL

Flung him into the corner, smashed him and now, look here, y'all.

 

[The impact causes Kincaid to fall face first onto the mat leading Kimitsu to quickly hook him in a half boston crab! She makes sure to cradle up his injured left leg then sits down slowly on her opponents back to apply as much pressure as humanly possible! Alex’s eyes widen as he thrashes around on the mat, now completely helpless!]

 

FAT SAUL

She has him cryin’ out in pain.

 

[Zombie sits further back wanting to end this one right now! Alex’s pain continues to grow while he desperately tries to focus on the bottom rope. He scoots on the mat then lunges forward! Miss!]

 

FAT SAUL

The ropes are merely inches from the tips of his fingers there.

 

[Kimitsu sits down on his back leading Kincaid to reach a hand out for a tap but he shakes his head no in pure display of defiance! He lunges once more and takes hold of the bottom rope! The referee quickly breaks the hold to send both wrestlers to separate corners.]

 

FAT SAUL

Restartin’ this one followin’ the rope break.

 

[Alex stumbles to a corner as the referee resumes the match up and Zombie rushes over! Kincaid catches her with a backhand but she does not relent. She comes in to catch him with a standing frankensteiner!]

 

FAT SAUL

She just spiked his head off the mat. He's gettin’ back up!

 

[Alex shakes his head then rolls over to push himself back up! This angers the champion leading her to come in as he gets on his hands in knees for an axe kick to the back of the challengers neck! Kincaid hits the mat flat on his belly! Zombie rolls Alex over onto his back before scooping up a leg!]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Three!

 

FAT SAUL

Both of the Kincaids are out...

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

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

 

[The referee retrieves the championship then rushes in to hand it over to Kimitsu, who holds it up high in the center of the ring! “Zombie” chants break out among the Union Battleground faithful!]

 

FAT SAUL

Kimitsu makes a successful defense here tonight.

The Spotlight is Yours

[After Kimitsu Zombie’s successful Trench Warfare Championship defense, and as the crowd continues to buzz from the display that she had put on in doing so, a familiar chord strikes and reverberates throughout the arena and immediately all attention is drawn to the top of the stage as Kaven Drell emerges, microphone in his hand and War Horse Championship draped over his shoulder. A smile is etched into his face, devious in nature, as he looks down toward the ring focusing entirely on Zombie whose attention has turned completely in his direction.]

KILL DRELL KILL!

[His devious smile turns even more wicked and spreads even wider as the fans can’t seem to resist chanting for him. Adjusting the title on his shoulder for just a moment, Kaven paces back and forth slowly, giving consideration to what he wants to say. For her own part, Kimitsu seems to be imploring him to come the whole way down to the ring and get some, absolutely and unquestionably ready for a fight.]
 

KAVEN DRELL
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. Relax, Kimi. Relax. Tonight is not the night that I take from you. Tonight is not the night that I set fire to everything that you know and love. Tonight is not the night that I give you the opportunity to be reborn as something better. No no. Tonight, this is about you. I applaud you, Kimi. I applaud what I just witnessed. Well done. Bask in the glory of your victory, Kimi. Don’t worry about little old me. Don’t worry about what Kaven Drell might do. Don’t bother yourself with the fans imploring cries. No no. Tonight, Zombie, is yours.
 

[The chants that had echoed around the arena fall quiet for a moment, confused and unsure of where their favorite antihero is going with his statements. For a moment he glances downward at the walkway beneath his feet, sighing a heavy sigh while standing completely still. All of that is broken a few short moments later, however, when he glances upward once more.]
 

KAVEN DRELL
Tonight, everything you promised comes true. You swore that you would outshine everyone else tonight. You swore that you would outdo the crowning of the new King Cobra. And regardless of what happens after that, it remains true. It remains true because in all honesty, nobody is looking forward to that match. It remains true because while people are waiting to see Mikey Svarro die at the hands of that monster, nobody is expecting to be sitting on the edge of their seats throughout. No… no. Tonight, it’s about you, Kimitsu. This is your moment to shine. It’s your moment to have the spotlight focused on you. But…
 

[With a deranged chuckle, amusement lights up Drell’s eyes.]
 

KAVEN DRELL
It’s not because of anything that you have done. The spotlight is resting squarely on you, right now, because of me. The spotlight is on you because this is one of those rare moments where people recognize that what is happening right before their very eyes is a snapshot in time. A moment in history that can’t be forgotten. Because tonight, Kimitsu Zombie stands on top of the world. But she stands there because Kaven Drell allows it. And when I decide that it’s time for your moment in the spotlight to end…
 

[Drell holds up his free hand and presses his index finger and his thumb together.]
 

KAVEN DRELL
And darkness falls upon you…
 

[Kaven snaps his fingers and in an instant the entire arena is filled with overwhelming darkness. Screams of uncertainty fill the air as the fans, desperate to get their eyes to adjust to the darkness, wonder what is happening.]
 

KAVEN DRELL
There is no escape.
 

[On his final word the lights come back on at full brightness, but Drell no longer stands at the top of the entrance ramp. Instead, all that remains in his stead is a small, porcelain figurine painted intricately to look like the reigning Trench War Champion except for one small detail. In blood red coloring across her face as the camera focuses in, the three words that have been chanted since his arrival in Union Battleground are painted there in simplicity. Kill. Drell. Kill.]

Commercial Break

MIKE DEMPSEY
The following battle is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Union Battleground Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, standing 5’10” and weighing in at 213 pounds, from Pontiac, Illinois, he is 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.]

 

FAT SAUL

What an opportunity he has here tonight!

 

[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. 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 get 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.]

 

FAT SAUL

The next Battleground Champion? He wants it and we will find out soon!

 

[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. As soon as she is in the ring he then 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.]

 

FAT SAUL

Follow @FlashMeKassidy and keep up woth The Burner of Twitter.

 

[As soon as he lands 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.]

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

And his opponent, standing 5’8” and weighing in at 135 pounds, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, she is the reigning, defending, undisputed Union Battleground Champion, “The Heart of Infinity” Alyssa Daniels!


AM I BRAVE ENOUGH? AM I STRONG ENOUGH?
TO FOLLOW THE DESIRE THAT BURNS FROM WITHIN
TO PUSH AWAY MY FEAR, TO STAND WHERE I'M AFRAID
I AM THROUGH WITH THIS, 'CAUSE I AM MORE THAN THIS


[The lights dim as 'I Am The Fire' by Halestorm plays throughout the arena. Magenta spotlights spin through the crowd with the rhythm of the music. Alyssa Daniels steps out onto the ramp to roaring cheers from the crowd, the Union Battleground Championship held tightly on her left shoulder.]

 

FAT SAUL

Alyssa Daniels has made a successful defense against Kimitsu Zombie already this season.

 

[She smiles and waves in appreciation of their adoration. Her eyes then lock on the ring as her demeanor changes from pleased and happy to intense and focused. She marches down the ramp and leaps up onto the apron then over the top rope displaying her quickness and agility. She then climbs the turnbuckle as the chorus hits, lifting the championship to the crowd and pumping it to the lyrics.]



I AM THE FIRE!


[The crowd sings along with Alyssa to the rhythm of her pumping fist. She hops down from the turnbuckle and hands the championship to the official. She pulls the ropes to stretch for the upcoming match.]

 

FAT SAUL

Be sure to keep up with Alyssa on Twitter, follow @ItsMeAlyssaD!

 

[Alyssa hands her coveted championship to the referee, who holds it up high before calling for the bell!]

 

FAT SAUL

That's what this one is all about.

 

[DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

Immediately...

 

[The two crowd favorites lock up in the center of the ring as the bell echoes throughout. The atmosphere is thick with championship aspirations. Flash uses a knee to gain the upperhand in the grapple leading Daniels to fall back. Kassidy comes in only to catch a pele kick out of nowhere!]

 

FAT SAUL

His eyes already in the back of his melon!

 

[Flash hits the mat flat on his back leading the champion to hook a leg!]

 

… One!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

Able to kick out before two.

 

[Both wrestlers leap up quickly and charge at each other! Flash strikes with a tilt-a-whirl arm drag! Flash twists her arm before stomping down on the champions rib cage! The sharp strike robs Alyssa of the air in her lungs. Flash releases his hold then dashes through the ropes to end up on the apron. Daniels is still on the mat catching her breath when he leaps up on the top rope.]

 

FAT SAUL

I used to tell my guys, always protect ya ribs, ya can recover from a head floggin’, but ya can't do squat if ya can't bree… OH!

 

[Kassidy springboards off aiming for a twisting elbow drop but the champion rolls out of the way! Miss!]

 

FAT SAUL

She moved!

 

[Alyssa gets to her feet after letting The Burner whiff. She watches Flash writhe in pain on the mat. Daniels flies in hot with forearm blows suddenly! Alyssa gets on top of Kassidy and strikes at him with precise shots. Flash attempts to cover up but fails.]

 

FAT SAUL

Get ya hands up! ...sorry, get out of there…

 

[Finally he shoves her off then rolls out of the ring quickly. The crowd roars for the champion which angers the challenger even further.]

 

FAT SAUL

This one is hard. Luckily, they ain't payin’ Ol’ Saul to be unbiased.

 

[Flash paces along side the ring before hitting the apron with two balled fists. He peers up to see Alyssa Daniels inviting him back in for a fight. Kassidy obliges by sliding beneath the bottom rope! Flash comes in head first to catch a brutal european uppercut from the champion!]

 

FAT SAUL

Rushed right into that!

 

[The shot causes Kassidy to spin completely around. Alyssa comes up from behind the dazed challenger for a vicious backstabber! The crowd pops as she hooks a leg but the referee does not count!]

 

FAT SAUL

Smart!

 

[She looks around to see the referee pointing at Kassidy’s left leg resting on the bottom rope. Daniels then turns around to catch an elbow to the face from Flash!]

 

[Kassidy follows up by quickly getting to his feet to glide through the ropes. He faces back into the ring from the apron waiting for Alyssa to rise. She stumbles to one knee then to both feet!]

 

FAT SAUL

Fixin’ her in the crosshairs here…

 

[Flash leaps up on the top rope, just as she turns, to catch her with a diving DDT that plants the champion face first into the canvas! Flash then cradles a leg for a pin!]

 

… One!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

Stripes was out of position!

 

[Alyssa leaps to her feet to catch Kassidy off guard! She knees him in the face then pulls him in close to cradle him up for a beautiful ranhei! The maneuver wows the crowd and the champion holds through it for a pin!]

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

Not sure how, but he kicked out followin’ that amazin’ move!

 

[Both of Flash’s eyes widen as he realizes how close that was. He gets up quickly to both knees but Daniels snatches him up from behind with a dragon sleeper! She pulls him back across her bent right knee and now he has nowhere to go! The referee comes in close to look for a tap but Flash Kassidy refuses!]

 

FAT SAUL

Perfectly placed knee, look how she's workin’ him.

 

[Alyssa continues to apply pressure in the center of the ring! Kassidy refuses to give up and shuffles his feet before lifting his left knee up high to nail the champion in the face!]

 

FAT SAUL

He's gettin’ creative tryin’ to escape.

 

[In a remarkable show of chin, Daniels holds through the knee shot to keep the dragon sleeper on tight until the challenger hammers her once more with a sharp knee! Alyssa falls back to release her hold on Flash.]

 

FAT SAUL

That one got him free!

 

[The camera’s come in close to show the champion struggling after the two knee’s. Flash flies in with a yakuza kick that nearly turns Daniels inside out! She ends up laid out on the canvas on her back. Flash wastes no time in rushing to the closest corner to scale the turnbuckles.]

 

FAT SAUL

The Burner gonna take to the air!

 

[Once he reaches the top, Kassidy then turns around to face back out into the ring. Flash leaps off aiming for a corkscrew senton that hits its mark! He hurries in to cradle up the champions right leg for a pin!]

 

… One!

 

… Kick out!

 

[Flash hits the mat with frustration. He then hooks the same leg again!]

 

… One!

 

… Kick out!

 

[Kassidy hits the mat in protest once more but Daniels hammers him with a balled fist this time! The shot busts the challengers nose and allows Alyssa to escape the clutches of Kassidy.]

 

FAT SAUL

The frustration gettin’ the best of him. Calm down...

 

[Flash gets up and turns around to locate the champion only to catch body kicks! Kassidy scrambles to cover up but fails in this endeavor! Alyssa continues to hit him with body kicks before nailing Flash in the side of his right knee cap for a charlie horse! The solid shot sends him to his knees while the champion scales the turnbuckles in the corner.]

 

FAT SAUL

He's down! She's goin’ up!

 

[Kassidy hits the mat favoring the knee while Daniels sets herself up on the top turnbuckle. Flash finally gets the stinging pain to stop long enough to stand up and turn to see the incoming World Champion! Alyssa catches Kassidy with a picture perfect tornado DDT! That maneuver plants the challenger face first into the mat with real force.]

 

FAT SAUL

Stay on him!

 

[Daniels gets back to her feet quickly with the crowd firmly behind her now. She works them up further but takes her eyes off of Flash. Kassidy uses these precious moments to get back to his feet. Alyssa’s eyes widen as her opponent catches her from behind with a leaping reverse STO! Flash then rolls Alyssa up in a pin!]

 

FAT SAUL

Very unwise of the Champion.

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

…  Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

She got a shoulder up.

 

[The crowd pops throughout! Daniels appears shocked after the kick out while Kassidy realizes she can be defeated. Flash gets to his feet first and comes up behind the champion. He reaches down looking for a grapple but is rolled up into a pin himself instead!]

 

… One!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

Quick, but he's loose!

 

[Daniels gets to her feet as does Flash.The champion comes in close only to be irish whipped into the ropes by Kassidy! She bounces off the ropes then sling shots back at Flash full speed ahead, he goes for a clothesline but misses! Alyssa ducks it completely then hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring to come back at Kassidy once more!]

 

FAT SAUL

Sling blade!

 

[Flash stumbles back to his feet only to be caught with a sit out facebuster! Daniels rolls him over onto his back before racing to the closest corner.]

 

FAT SAUL

Another passed opportunity! Where js she…

 

[Daniels quickly leaps up to the middle turnbuckle to get up on the top one. She turns out to face her fallen opponent! Flashbulbs all over the arena catch the moment forever as she attempts a shooting star press! The champion soars through the air at Flash…]

 

FAT SAUL

Both knees up!

 

[Alyssa crashes and burns. The crowd is in hysterics.]

 

FAT SAUL

And now, both competitors are down!

 

[Kassidy gets to his feet first then waits patiently for Alyssa to stumble up. She gets to both knees before Flash flies in for a hurricanrana driver! The move drives the champion face first into the mat, wowing the crowd! Flash rolls her over.]

 

FAT SAUL

He's got the Champion’s leg hooked!

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

[The crowd explodes at the close pinfall! The champion stays alive!]

 

FAT SAUL

She's gonna make him break her before she's gonna stay down.

 

[Daniels rolls over onto her stomach to push herself up while Kassidy holds his head in both hands realizing how close he was to the ultimate dream.]

 

FAT SAUL

Ya gonna hafta hit her with everything.

 

[Flash gets to his feet realizing that Alyssa is still dazed. He scales the turnbuckles to reach the tip top. Kassidy faces out at Alyssa, who comes alive! She rushes the corner only to leap up on the middle turnbuckle.]

 

FAT SAUL

She felt the danger ...this is instinct, y'all!

 

[Daniels catches Flash off guard completely and hooks him for a codebreaker from the top rope! The crowd pops as the dust clears from the beautiful maneuver. Daniels quickly cradles up a leg to pin Kassidy!]

 

FAT SAUL

The entire ring shook under that one. She's got him covered...

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Three!

 

FAT SAUL

The Champion retains!

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

Here is your winner, AND STILL Union Battleground Champion, “The Heart of Infinity” Alyssa Daniels!

 

[The crowd showers their beloved world champion with love. Kassidy shakes his head on the mat in complete disbelief. Alyssa stumbles to her feet after going to war with Flash for her championship.]

 

FAT SAUL

What a battle! What a night!

 

[The referee comes in to hand the Union Battleground Championship to Alyssa before raising her hand high in victory.]

State of the Union

[The crowd is still buzzing from the epic aerial action of the Union Battleground Championship bout between Alyssa Daniels and Flash Kassidy. As both competitors finally make their way to the backstage area, the crowd lowers to a steady lull. The crowd is waiting in anticipation until the big screen at the top of the main stage begins to glitch erratically.]

 

[The picture clears up to reveal Union Battleground acting Owner and Promoter Gunnar Graves in an office room stationed behind a desk, presumably not here in Atlantic City. The crowd clamor in excitement before Gunnar begins to make his opening statement.]

 

GUNNAR GRAVES

Good evening ladies and gentlemen! I hope you all are enjoying tonight’s event, my apologies for not being able to attend the show tonight. I would have loved to be there in the historic Boardwalk Hall, but I’ve been a bit busy. You see, a little while ago, we all saw Osaka Rebels make their first title defense as Battalion Champions at Yamashi Promotion’s After Dark: Maishuu Minagoroshi 3 against The Skull Kids.

 

[Gunnar pauses for a brief moment as the crowd cheers for their Battalion Champs.]

 

GUNNAR GRAVES

Kawamata and Takeuchi came out during Relapse II in London to issue an open challenge to any and all comers all across the industry, and so far they’ve only received one call back. So it got me thinking — I need to find them a worthy challenger here in the Battleground! So I made a few calls, and gathered some top notch talent to for a shot at those Battalion Beauts!

 

[Graves stops again for the crowd’s excitement and allow them to wait with baited breath because, suspense!]

 

GUNNAR GRAVES

So here’s how it’s going to go down… I’ve gathered six teams from all over the world to compete in three qualifying matches. Each match will be featured on every L!GHTS OUT show leading up to our next super show, War of the Worlds. The winners of each of those matches will go on to face the Osaka Rebels in a fatal fourway for the Union Battleground Battalion Championships in the main event at War of the Worlds! So you wanna know who those six teams are comprised of?

 

[Another pause in the action as the crowd cheers again, quite possibly because Gunnar is getting up there in age and needs to take several breaks to catch his breath.]

 

GUNNAR GRAVES

For our first matchup at L!GHTS OUT #32, we will have our resident Icon, Maverick and his partner James Raymond, better known as The New Age Killers, will take on the team known as Dead Cute. I’m talking about a returning Fallon Lockhart and DTW World Champion Josh Kennedy!

 

[The crowd explodes after hearing the first matchup.]

 

GUNNAR GRAVES

Then at L!GHTS OUT #33, we will see the newly formed team of Rachelle LeRoux, who has some sort of ties with our main event competitor Mikey Svarro, and her handpicked partner Camila Abrines taking on a team with so many, many names. They are known as…

 

… The 2019 Couple of the Year,

… The Catzzz,

… Married with Cats,

… Two Cunts,

… Slayers of the Dogs,

… The Angry Beavers,

… The Wolfcats,

 

… And part of the world renowned Hellcat Spangled Death Squad, Lisa and Ana, Ana and Lisa, Lisa and Ana with One N… If you don’t know who I’m talking about by now then you’re brain dead! Lisa Seldon and Anastasia Hayden!

 

[The crowd goes crazy as each moniker is spouted off. This crowd knows their wrestling.]

 

GUNNAR GRAVES

And finally, at L!GHTS OUT #34, our resident cannabis connoisseur Flash Kassidy teams up with his doobie brother Jay Sinclair and will take on the sexy cyberpunks Iota Psi and Brooklyn Light, Neo Tokyo!

 

[Man this crowd is hot tonight, which is a big relief considering this is a big expensive show and all.]

 

GUNNAR GRAVES

So there you have it ladies and gentlemen! Three of those six teams will move on to the main event at War of the Worlds and earn their shot at capturing Battleground Gold! I know the Osaka Rebels are up to the challenge and this will hopefully revitalize a division in wrestling that has been on a steady decline throughout the industry. So sit back, and enjoy your Crown of the King Cobra Main Event!

 

[Gunnar picks up a remote from his desk and aims it at the camera before it suddenly goes dark.]

An Exciting (and Controversial) Rundown

[Back at ringside, Saul is peering through the set of spectacles on the end of his nose. Smoke rose from his pipe in rings as he prepared.]

 

FAT SAUL

It's been quite an honor to sit out here with y'all and watch this tournament unfold. I remember when that man there called me and asked what I was up to. Small talk led to a trip to London and here Ol’ Saul sits.

 

[The crowd cheer and chant their appreciation.]

 

FAT SAUL

In London, the fans and I watched as Finn Whelan, Lisa Seldon, Kaelan Laughlan and Mikey Svarro qualify to compete. When we returned to the States, the first Lights Out of the season, AJ Morales, Datura, Flash Kassidy and Inaros all qualified.

 

[Saul paused to take a sip and flip the page of his notepad. He puffed on his pipe as he prepared to continue.]

 

FAT SAUL

At our thirtieth Lights Out event, Finn defeated Flash and Mikey won a brutal match against Kaelan. On the same night, Lisa ripped Datura's nose ring out and Inaros dominated the Revolution. Our semifinals were set!

 

[In the cheers and chants, most prominent were, “THEY WERE CHEAT-ED!”]

 

FAT SAUL

That is the popular, unpopular opinion because most say without Reyes on the outside, however unintentional, Mikey may not have defeated Whelan to be here tonight…

“FRANK-EN-STEIN!”

FAT SAUL

...And, Umi was definitely involved in Lisa Seldon's loss to Inaros and elimination from the tournament.

 

[The chants and cheers are soon heavily boos as Saul continues puffing away on his pipe.]

 

FAT SAUL

Like it or not, its Mikey Svarro and Inaros in the controversial and excitin’ final match of Season Three's Crown of the King Cobra. Let's go to the ring!

MIKE DEMPSEY

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the main event of the evening! The following battle is scheduled for one fall and it is for the King Cobra Championship! 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

I won't say I don't agree based on his last match, but Mikey had one helluva battle with Kaelan Laughlin...

 

[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.]

 

FAT SAUL

They must have made up since last show. That, or the conspiracy theorists, claiming it was all a trap, are correct.

 

[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

Follow @ListenHARD1 to keep up with Svarro on Twitter. Here comes the monster...

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

And his 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.]

 

FAT SAUL

Umi has no issues involving herself when the Mummy needs it. Watch her with that book, y'all.

 

[He paces only briefly, walking the ring with authority and a barely restrained rage.]

 

FAT SAUL

Watch how Inaros reacts.

 

[The two men face each other from across the ring. The crowd grows silent in complete anticipation. The referee comes in with the Crown of The King Cobra Championship. The beautiful strap gleams in the bright lights.]

 

FAT SAUL

That is what they have chased for months. Inaros has no interest. He probably doesn't even care about the guaranteed title shot of his choice either. Mikey wants it though, look at this...

 

[Svarro looks upon the title in such a wanting manner while Inaros stares exclusively at him. The ref quickly hands the belt off to a ring grip before calling for the bell!]

 

FAT SAUL

Before I forget here, folks, follow @TheSandsDemand and Umi's guidance of Inaros.

 

[DING!]

 

FAT SAUL

This is the Crown of the King Cobra final, Season Three, Mikey Svarro lookin’ up at a towerin’ Inaros!

 

[Inaros comes right at Svarro. Mikey hits the mat flat then rolls beneath the bottom rope!]

 

FAT SAUL

That will slow him down, but he doesn't fear chasin’ anyone to the outside.

 

[A sly grin crosses his face as he paces while looking up at the monster in the ring. Mikey then slides back into the ring quickly to catch Inaros off guard! He begins hammering the giant with wild fists which leads Inaros to reach out at Mikey to snatch him up by the throat! Inaros wastes little time in hoisting up his smaller opponent up high!]

 

FAT SAUL

What I've noticed, early in a match with Inaros, no one has avoided… hold on now…

 

[Rumble Reyes leaps up on the apron! The referee rushes over to scold him allowing Svarro to kick the mummy between the legs! The illegal shot causes Inaros to drop Mikey, who lands on his feet.]

 

FAT SAUL

We learned last show… Inaros has nards!

 

[Inaros hits one knee after the vicious kick to the groin from Svarro. Mikey comes in close only to get nabbed by the right arm by Inaros, who follows up with a short arm clothesline that he steps up into! Svarro hits the mat flat on his back! This allows Inaros to recover.]

 

FAT SAUL

When ya seven-feet, ya can throw a mean line from ya knees, turned Mikey inside out!

 

[The mummy quickly regathers himself before returning his focus to Mikey Svarro! He walks over slowly then bends down to grapple up Mikey, but Rumble Reyes pulls him out to the floor! The crowd boos while Svarro and Reyes work on a strategy just outside the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

This strategy worked last week…

 

[Inaros walks over then bends over the top rope and down to take hold of Mikey’s head!]

 

FAT SAUL

HE'S GOT HIM BY THE HEAD!

 

[Svarro's eyes widen as he is lifted up from the floor and onto the apron by the monster inside the ring! Mikey reaches up behind him to take hold of the mummy’s head for a wicked jawbreaker that drapes the monster’s throat across the top rope!]

 

FAT SAUL

Effective, but imagine the pressure to lift a man by his skull.

 

[Svarro bounces off the apron and ends up on the outside floor but he’s gotten Inaros back to one knee now inside the squared circle!]

 

FAT SAUL

Looks like he hit hard on the apron, but he's brushing it off…

 

[Quickly, Svarro slides back in the ring to take advantage of the counter. Inaros sits on one knee, still holding his throat when Svarro comes face to face with him once again; hot, only to catch a headbutt from Inaros! The shot sends Mikey back allowing the mummy to rise to both feet.]

 

FAT SAUL

Made some space to rise.

 

[Inaros then cradles up Mikey for a powerbomb! Svarro is lifted high into the air but he begins throwing punches at Inaros at the highest point of the powerbomb attempt! Mikey drops fists on the forehead of the monster, who drops down in a sit out powerbomb suddenly into a pin!]

 

FAT SAUL

Took the ride anyway!

 

… One!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

I'm purdy certain, the spring returnin’ from the floor assisted in that kick out.

 

[Svarro kicks out then rolls out of the ring! Inaros watches Mikey do this before stepping through the ropes on the opposite side of the ring after reaching both feet.]

 

FAT SAUL

If Inaros picks Mikey up and drops him out here, it's over, y'all. The ring nearly gave under that powerbomb.

 

[Reyes and Svarro discuss strategy, not paying any attention to the missing monster in the ring. Mikey turns around to see a charging Inaros now on the outside! Svarro ducks a big boot but Rumble Reyes does not!]

 

FAT SAUL

Inaros just wiped Reyes out!

 

[Reyes hits the outside floor in a pile while Mikey notices a cord on the floor that leads to a camera somewhere. He snatches up the thick rubber cord then crawls up on Saul’s announce table.]

 

FAT SAUL

Boy, get ya ass off my...

 

[Inaros looks down at Reyes while Mikey jumps off the table and onto the monster’s back! Inaros swings around but Svarro wraps the cord around the mummy’s throat from behind to choke him out! Mikey is swung wildly by his larger opponent but Svarro holds on!]

 

FAT SAUL

Start ya watch… will he last eight seconds?

 

[The cord is hooked to a camera that is on a camera man’s shoulder, but it’s yanked off by the two wrestlers and they begin to pull it around on the floor behind them. The referee scolds Svarro for choking from inside the ring but he pays it little mind.]

 

FAT SAUL

Svarro doesn't give a shit for rules tonight, Stripes. Like a wild bull ride… AHH!

 

[Saul dodges the chaos, backing his chair against the barrier as they make a rodeo pass by his table. Inaros’ thrashing weakens and the monster slows. Reyes gets back to his feet just as Inaros finally hits one knee. He is slowly being choked out by the cord cutting off a fresh supply of blood to his ancient brain.]

 

FAT SAUL

Look on the far side of the ring…

 

[Umi holds the Book of the Dead high above her head with both arms, which causes Inaros to stir immediately. Svarro notices this and instructs a still dazed Reyes to get the book from her. Inaros stands up suddenly and flips Mikey over his shoulder to and onto his back directly in front of the monster!]

 

FAT SAUL

Mikey is laid out here, the camera isn't jerkin’ and slidin’ all over...

 

[The cameraman finally chases down his rogue camera on the floor to continue doing his job.]

 

FAT SAUL

The cameraman chasin’ after Reyes.

 

[Rumble Reyes is now after Umi, who backs away slowly while still holding up the book high into the air. Reyes approaches with his complete attention on Umi and doesn’t notice Inaros coming up from behind him.]

 

FAT SAUL

And, the cameraman isn't the only one in pursuit.

 

[The mummy takes hold of Rumble from behind just before Reyes is able to reach Umi! Inaros then irish whips Rumble into the ring post with vicious intent! The large wrestler slamming into the post causes it to shift a bit. This minor detail is overlooked by many. Rumble hits the outside floor face first then does not move.]

 

FAT SAUL

Reyes is out over there.

 

[Inaros walks up the ring steps slowly after leaving Reyes laid out on the floor. He dips low to come through the bottom and top ropes only to caught around the neck by Mikey Svarro! Mikey spikes the monsters head into the canvas with a big time snapmare DDT! He finally has Inaros on the mat and wastes no time in going for a pin!]

 

… One!

 

… Kick out!

 

[Inaros tosses his smaller opponent completely off to break the pin!]

 

FAT SAUL

Mikey was just pressed five-, maybe six-, feet into the air.

 

[Mikey looks over to see Umi on the outside holding up the book to fuel the monster on. Reyes is still down leading Svarro to get to his feet and look over at the corner. He begrudgingly walks over to the turnbuckles and climbs up on the middle one to face out at a rising mummy. The seven footer stands up directly in front of Svarro leading him to leap onto Inaros back! This time he applies a sleeper while dangling off the monsters back that he locks in!]

 

FAT SAUL

Svarro must believe this monster breathes…

 

[And, if he can stop that, Svarro can win this match. He continues to dangle off Inaros back even after the mummy hits one knee. Mikey continues to choke the life out of his much larger opponent. Suddenly Inaros rises to both feet again to shock the foe wrestler hanging off his back!]

 

FAT SAUL

Look at this!

 

[A camera shot closes in on the two to show Svarro’s eyes widen over the monsters shoulder to see Umi holding up the book to will Inaros on. The seven footer then walks around the ring with Mikey still on his back briefly before falling straight back to squash Mikey between Inaros and the unforgiving ring canvas! The mummy quickly cradles a leg after the counter!]

 

FAT SAUL

Unorthodox! He just fell straight back!

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

Its gonna take a bit more than squashin’ him.

 

[Inaros rises up then carefully gets to his feet before grappling up the dazed Mikey Svarro! The mummy takes hold of Mikey by the back of his head then leads up him over to the corner. Inaros slams the superstars head into the top turnbuckle once then again!]

 

FAT SAUL

Uh, fellas...

 

[The force of the impact on the buckle shifts the post that was already weakened by Reyes prior. Inaros continues to slam the head of Mikey into the turnbuckle with little remorse. Before Svarro can fall to the mat, Inaros scoops him up for a running power slam that connects!]

 

FAT SAUL

...another big impact on the ring!

 

[Mikey desperately tries to catch his breath while Umi hits the apron with a balled fist! Inaros continues his onslaught by picking up Mikey and whipping him into the corner! He then comes in fast for a splash! The seven footer squashes his smaller opponent in the corner. Mikey stumbles out of the corner leading Inaros to grapple him up by the right arm once more! The monster irish whips Svarro into the corner once more!]

 

FAT SAUL

Ragdollin’ him!

 

[This time he lines himself up in the opposite corner directly across from Mikey. Umi continues to hit the apron as Inaros takes off full speed across the ring at Svarro, who counters at the last possible second by side stepping then tripping his much larger opponent!]

 

FAT SAUL

Mikey sent the monster crashin’ into the corner!

 

[The speed built up by Inaros and the sudden trip sends him through the pads in the corner and directly into the ringpost at full speed!]

 

FAT SAUL

Man, he hit hard!

 

[The already weakened post is knocked out by the monster's full weight! The ring shifts leading Reyes to move alongside it on the outside but he trips over the ring steps and falls!]

 

FAT SAUL

Move! Get up and out. She's comin’ down!

 

[The ring falls to one side causing Svarro to fall back and hit his head hard! The crowd collectively gasps at the destruction!]

 

FAT SAUL

Mikey and Inaros have broken the ring!

 

[The ring is indeed broken, three posts still hold, but one is now missing, leaving it at a steep angle. Reyes screams out, his right leg trapped beneath the ring. Inaros is on the outside of the ring,  laid out on top of the ringpost he ran straight through. Mikey slammed the back of his head against the mat during the collapse, but is the first to stir. Slightly.]

 

FAT SAUL

Absolute carnage and the ring a casualty! And, Stripes!

 

[The referee was knocked out of the ring after the crash and is now on the outside in a daze of his own. The camera angle comes up from behind Mikey as he sits up to show things from his perspective. The crowd is muffled and a groggy unclear scene comes into focus. The speed hits real time suddenly however as Svarro comes back to. The shot widens slowly from behind to reveal Mikey sitting at an angle realizing what’s happened.]

 

FAT SAUL

Mikey is the only one slightly aware of what's happened… where's Umi?

 

[He tries to hold himself in the ring by digging his heels at an angle. Reyes screams from the pain of the ring resting on his leg, essentially trapping him. Svarro notices Umi clutching the Book of the Dead on the outside pacing without even a wrinkle of concern on her face. This confuses Mikey but out of the corner of his eye he realizes why.]

 

FAT SAUL

She's the only one not caught up in this wreck and she has her monster on the move...

 

[Mikey looks down to realize that Inaros is now crawling up the canvas towards him. Svarro slides slightly toward the monster but pushes in his heels to escape this horror inducing scenario. Mikey kicks both feet to put more distance between he and the mummy only to have Inaros creep closer and closer.]

 

FAT SAUL

Watch it!

 

[Suddenly a steel chair lands between them! Svarro peers over to see Rumble was the one to fish it out from beneath the ring but still remains trapped! Mikey pushes off the mat with both hands then reaches out to take hold of the chair!]

 

FAT SAUL

Umi has her book… Mikey has a chair!

 

[Svarro balances himself with the angle of the broken ring. He manages to lift the chair up then bring it down on Inaros head! The violent shot smashes the monsters head against the mat flush! A look of glee crosses Mikey’s face as he swings the chair again and again at the mummy’s head without any remorse!]

 

FAT SAUL

It's been all about head huntin’ tonight. Svarro merciless with that chair...

 

[Svarro loses his balance on the angle but manages to fall alongside Inaros. He rolls the larger wrestler over to hook a leg! The referee has crawled back in the ring and counts the best he can at this point!]

 

FAT SAUL

Stripes is at the bottom countin’ as he climbs...

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Kick out!

 

FAT SAUL

No! Imo has her book held high on the other side.

 

[A look of concern briefly crossed Umi’s face but now she holds the Book of the Dead high into the air once more. Reyes continues to call out for help, still trapped by the fallen ring. The angle of the ring makes wrestling now an almost impossibility but Inaros and Svarro continue on.]

 

FAT SAUL

As if wobbly legs weren't hard enough to stand on, now this high-angle and imagine the weight on Reyes’ leg as these two find their feet.

 

[Mikey can’t believe the monster kicked out but gets up carefully as to not trip and fall. He sets his feet just so to take hold of the mummy, who counters by shoving Mikey off! Svarro bounces off the mat and falls out of the broken ring with little resistance, there was no balance to be had. Inaros then gives chase and catches up with Mikey outside of the ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

Inaros is right back on him!

 

[Mikey tries to fight him off but Inaros hooks him for a pumphandle slam! The seven footer hoists up his smaller opponent high into the air then walks forward to slam Mikey into the ring over the fallen ropes. Inaros pins Mikey against the now angled foundation for a pin!]

 

FAT SAUL

Look at the care Inaros is puttin’ into keepin’ is feet in the ring for this pin!

 

[The referee struggles to get enough footing to count!]

 

FAT SAUL

Stripes strugglin’ to count...

 

… One!

 

… Two!

 

… Three!

 

FAT SAUL

That's it! …

 

[The arena was silent as the bell sounded loudly over the chaos. Everyone in momentary shock.]

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

MIKE DEMPSEY

Here is your winner, AND NEW Crown of the King Cobra Champion, Inaros!

 

[The crowd begins to chant, “Holy-Shit!”. The referee gets out of the ring to get the championship from the time keeper. He then hands it to Umi on the outside too scared to hand it over to Inaros.]

 

FAT SAUL

I would take that route too!

 

[The mummy is now on the outside of the ring while ring hands race to lift the ring off of Rumble Reyes. Inaros gets handed his new belt from Umi, who then raises the Book of the Dead high into the air to roaring boos.]

 

FAT SAUL

We are out of time! Inaros has won the Crown of the King Cobra! I am Fat Saul, be sure to follow @Union_Battle for more information on our next show. If ya joined us late, an encore will be immediately available on @BattlegroundNet as soon as this live stream is over. I'll keep y'all up with the action, follow @RingsideKingpin.

 

[Svarro is laid out on his back at an angle still inside the broken ring.]

 

FAT SAUL

For Mike and Savannah, g'night, everyone! Thank you for joinin’ me out here and watchin’ along at home. We will see you in Jackson, Tennessee on March 8!

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