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Post by moonchild on Nov 1, 2018 19:03:11 GMT -5
With the entire Ultimate Wrestling roster and crew taken hostage by the North Korean government, the wrestlers of Ultimate Wrestling must now fight for their lives as the Emperor subjects them to horrific matches of unspeakable madness in the annual Death Sport tournament filled with his former Champions!
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Post by moonchild on Oct 17, 2019 19:38:17 GMT -5
President McStrump sat in his oval office eating a large burger with ketchup and cheese. Grease oozed out the bottom end of the sandwich and into a Styrofoam container on his Presidential desk. The look on his face was pure ecstasy as he ignored Rupert and the world around him, losing himself in the cheap salty ground beef and caloric cheese. Across from him the M.O.X News media mogul, Rupert Mudcock paced nervously about the oval office shouting hysterically. He was clearly consumed by stress and anxiety from worrying over the well-being of his roster.
Rupert: Blob Dammit! How can you sit there and eat at a time like this Mr. President?
McStrump: Easy….I’m hungry. You really need to learn to relax Rupert. Enjoy the finer things in life. Maybe a good paid porn star once and a while… what’s the one on your roster again? Ah right, how could I forget the Caramel delight…. Mmmmm… yes, Gabriela Montgomery.
Rupert: How can I relax! My entire wrestling roster and production staff have gone silent for six days! Robert my Vice President of Operations still hasn’t contacted me! He was supposed to call me the instant they landed in Pyongyang! We’re ten minutes from air time for Blob sake!
The President failed to even make eye contact with Rupert as he took another bite from his extra well done burger. His eyes rolled slightly into the back of his head as he leaned back in his chair chewing loudly with his mouth open in pure delight. He then like a child began speaking with his mouth full of food to Rupert.
McStrump: I’m sure there is a logical explanation Rupert.
Rupert: Yeah! Like they could be all dead you fool! Do you know how difficult it is to find good fighting talent these days?
McStrump: Watch your damn tone Rupert! You’re speaking to the President of United States!
Rupert: I… I’m sorry sir. I’m under a great deal of stress.
McStrump: I’m sure everything is fine. With a terrific man like Robert in charge what could go wrong?
Rupert sighed in frustration over the Presidents irrational confidence. There was no real way to know if anything was actually going according plan. This mission Summeroff and McStrump had conspired together had now jeopardized his entire business. On top of that, the friends and families of the Ultimate Wrestling staff would surely blame him if they didn’t come back alive. Just the thought of the lawsuits and bad press caused him to involuntarily shart in his pants. Rupert glanced over at McStrump and was quickly relieved to see that the President had been too involved his greasy meat sandwich to notice the embarrassing accident he had made in his trousers. Rupert gathered himself and adjusted his pants before speaking back to the President.
Rupert: Well the Friday Night Clash 8 show is supposed to be starting soon. If we don’t get a live feed from North Korea at the scheduled time I think will have to assume the worst.
McStrump: Try not to panic. Any word from Dr. Summeroff yet?
Rupert: No… something is wrong… I can feel it.
McStrump: Agreed. Something was off with that moronic Canadian monk Abishag. I felt it at the runway. I’ve sent some of my best men to Mt. Vernon to investigate along with my son Ronald Jr. I told them to start at the old Tiny Lister Memorial Arena they converted into a place of Worship for our watery master. I told them not to come back until they’ve located the compound or found Summeroff himself.
Rupert: Good, It’s unlike Summeroff to be this hands off... If anything’s happened to him, there is no way we can trust Abishag and other’s carry out our lords will.
McStrump: Those stupid back water monks don’t deserve to be in the same room with the Lord, much less protect him for that matter. If Dr. Summeroff is out of the way, than this is our chance to rescue the Blob and save it from those lunatics. With the watery master at our sides we will truly make America great again!
Rupert: Blob will it McStrump! Blob will it…
Rupert glanced at his gold and diamond studded watch and saw that it was time for the Ultimate Wrestling show to finally begin. Sweat began to bead at his forehead at the thought of a dark feed with nothing being broadcast.
Rupert: Mr. President, the show is supposed to be starting. Please, we need to get a television in here with M.O.X sports now!
McStrump: Rupert baby, I got this.
McStrump pressed a button on the Presidential desk and a panel in the ceiling opened. A split second later a state of the art 70 inch flat screen television lowered in front of them in perfect viewing distance.
Rupert: Impressive.
McStrump: Let just say I had to make a lot of upgrades to this place when I was forced to move in. It was a complete dump before!
Rupert: I can’t imagine sir. It must have been a real struggle.
McStrump pulled a remote from his desk and turned on his television before changing the channel to M.O.X Sports just as the previous sporting news program was coming to a close. As the credits played out the end of the telecast the screen suddenly went black with dead air. Rupert sat there holding his breath praying for the live feed to start. Suddenly the first live pictures from the Rungrado stadium came into focus. Inside the stadium was a massive North Korean crowd of citizens who sat patiently waiting for the show to start.
McStrump: See everything is fine! He’s a man of his word! Nothing to worry about! This could be a huge start in our two nations opening talks of denuclearization! You’ve done a great thing for the humanity here Rupert…
Rupert stared at the screen not saying a word. Without warning a live orchestra high in the rafters began to play an acoustic version of Sympathy for The Devil and a large parade of soldiers marched out from the stage entrance and into the arena in full military garb carrying rifles. The first twenty soldiers surrounded the outside ring area that had been set up in the center of the Rungrado. The rest stood guard at the stage entrance and in the aisle way leading to the ring. A curtain above the main stage was then lifted and the Emperor of North Korea stood looking over his people. The North Korean citizens chanted his name in praise fanatically as the soldiers fired their rifles into the air in his honor. Once the crowd had stopped their faux applause for the Emperor, he spoke to them in their native language and to the millions of viewers at home with the help of subtitles.
Emperor: “Americans! People around the world! Tonight your regular scheduled programming of Friday Night Clash has been canceled!”
Rupert: What in Blob’s blue oceans is he talking about?
McStrump: Shhh! I need to concentrate on reading the words! Damn idiots in charge of subtitles never give me enough time!
Emperor: “Instead America’s greatest fighters will join my greatest champions in a contest to the death! THUS MY PEOPLE, I GIVE YOU THE DEATH SPORT TOURNAMENT! MANY WILL DIE! ONLY ONE WILL BE CROWNED CHAMPION!”
Rupert: No! He can’t be serious? Mr. President we’ve got to put a stop to this!
McStrump: What do you want me to do? Start World War 3 over some wrestlers? We sent them there because we knew they were expendable! Plus they might still be able to complete their mission. We can’t give up yet Rupert!
Rupert: I got to call the network! I have to pull the plug on the feed now! Who knows what kind of sick twisted torture Kim has in store for all of them.
McStrump: I’m sure it’ll be streamed virally across the internet. I can have our Cyber team try and bring down the sites, but this thing will be all over the Dark Web in a matter of minutes...
The scene in the oval office ends with Rupert screaming into his phone for the M.O.X broadcasting team to cut the live feed from North Korea. At the same time McStrump’s top advisers rush into the room all yelling at the same time and vying for the Presidents attention on the critical matter.
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The Emperor Kim Jong Un finally takes his seat on a lavish and ancient looking throne made of gold. A wicked smile comes over his face as he awaits patiently for his deadly tournament to finally commence. The cameras then shift from Emperor Kim to a very tired and beat up looking Chris Rodgers and Scott Slade who’ve been tied to two old wooden chairs. Two soldiers stand behind them with guns pointed at the back of their heads. Microphones have been setup in front of them on an old wooden table. About 20 feet from them stands Rich Relando who also looks as if he’s been through hell. His custom white suit tattered and his Fedora damaged beyond repair. It’s clear that they’ve been tortured ruthlessly the entire week at the Emperors request to prove a point to McStrump and the Americans watching at home.
Scott Slade: Please! If anyone at home is still watching! We’ve been taken hostage! We need help! They are torturing us! We are…
The soldier behind Slade whacks the back of his skull with the butt of his rifle and knocks him unconscious face first onto the wooden table. Rodgers shakes his head in frustration and then nods at the solider.
Chris Rodgers: I thought that whiny liberal brat would never stop crying! This is what happens when you send a millennial to do a real man’s job! Folks, I’m Chris Rodgers and if you’re still with us in any shape or form, I’m here to cover this disgusting human rights violation of a tournament as a true reporter. Tonight Ultimate Wrestling’s best will be fighting against some of the Empire’s most dangerous men and women, in the world’s most deadly competition. A tournament that I’ve been told has been held every year since Democratic People’s Republic of Korea was formed. We’ve been told by the Emperor himself that a winner can only be declared when the fighter’s opponent is confirmed dead by the referee. In all my years in covering combat sports, I’ve never heard anything more barbaric in my life!
Scott Slade finally regains consciousness after the shot he took moments ago from the solider behind him. It’s clear that his thoughts are still a bit scrambled and tears have begun to form and run down his pale white cheeks.
Scott Slade: {sniffle} and… don’t forget Chris… every match is different. Like something out of Roman times…
Chris Rodgers: Glad to have you back with us you cry baby. Scott is correct though. These are not your usual wrestling or cage fighting matches you’re accustomed to back home! Some of these matches that have been scheduled tonight look to have been designed by a complete psychopath.
Scott Slade: Mr. Mudcock… please do something…
Chris Rodgers: Will you grow a pair. I’m the one that got beat by electrified police batons in our cell yesterday. Anyway, God be with all our co-workers here and the Ultimate Wrestling roster being forced to participate. Opponents have been picked at random and I believe we are being given the signal that our first bout is about to start.
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The main camera cuts to a specially erected ring in the corner of the Rungrado arena for the first fight of the night. The ring sits twelve feet high above the ground with a large hole cut in the center of it. Inside of the hole in the ring is a tubular pit with four foot razor sharp spikes sticking out of the ground at the base. A large steel ladder has been placed next to the ring to allow the competitors to step inside the lethally designed ring. Suddenly “Come with Me Now” By the Kongos starts to play on the sound system inside the arena. The citizens in attendance turn their attention to the stage as Dwight Couch makes his way onto the stage slowly.
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Scott Slade: This is horrible. I can’t watch this Chris! Dwight is a family man and a father! This is completely unfair!
Chris Rodgers: Who told you that life was fair son? If any of us make it out of here alive will be beyond lucky.
Scott Slade: Apparently Dwight is going to be fighting in some sort Spike Pit match?
Chris Rodgers: First man to toss his opponent down the pit wins and moves on in this crazy tournament and lives to see another day.
Rich Relando is given and microphone and forced by the soldiers at ringside to announce the entrants. Many of the spectators have begun smoking cigarettes and cigars and the arena has filled with an opaque haze.
Rich Relando: The following match is a Spike Pit Match to the death! Making his way to the ring now hailing from the great state of Kentucky! Standing at six feet, six inches and weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds! DWIGHT! COUCH!
The North Koreans citizens boo Couch and chant “Death to American” as he makes his way up the extra tall steel steps and into the raised ring. It’s clear that Couch is no worse for wear than the announcing team and that he is extremely frightened for his well-being. The Koreans were honorable enough to let him at least put on his traditional wrestling garb. Abruptly Couch’s music is cut off and “Something to Believe in” by Off-Spring begins to play on the speaker system. The fans react a little more positively as Takuma Sato walks out onto the stage in his traditional karategi. The look on his face is stoic and he ignores the Koreans as he makes his way over to the specially designed death match ring.
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Scott Slade: No way man! This is bullshit! Their making two of our guy’s fight each other right off the bat! Random match opponent my ass!
Chris Rodgers: I’d watch what you say, unless you want another lump in the back your skull Scotty boy.
Rich Relando: His opponent! He is one half of the Ultimate Wrestling Tag Team Champions! Born and Raised in Detroit City, USA! Standing five feet, nine inches, and weighing in at 195 pounds! He is TAKUMA SATO!
Sato enters the ring and stands across from Couch with the gaping hole in the center of the ring between them. The gong is sounded personally by the Emperor himself from his temporary throne and the match officially begins, but the fighters stand still not moving in defiance to the Emperor. The fans begin to grow agitated as they watch the two Americans stand there staring at one another.
Chris Rodgers: What the hell are they doing up there?
Scott Slade: I think their protesting! I think their refusing to fight!
The Emperor looks on unhappily at the two fighters before barking some commands from a megaphone. Suddenly a soldier standing a ringside aims his rifle towards the ring and fires a shot grazing Sato in the left shoulder. The shot spatter’s the ring canvas with blood and causes an uproar in the crowd. Sato falls to his knees holding his shoulder in pain and then silences the crowd as they watch him get back to his feet without even flinching.
Chris Rodgers: It would appear Scott that they have been left with no choice. Fight to the death or they both die.
Scott Slade: I feel like I’m living a nightmare… this is crazy!
Couch and Sato realize that the Koreans will not put up with their protest to fight one another. Sato takes the time to bow in front of Couch. Dwight acknowledges the sign of respect and bows back at Sato before taking a fighting stance. The crowd ignites into an uproar as the two fighter’s go at it with Sato avoiding numerous lefts and rights from Dwight. Couch fails to land a single punch before taking a sharp knee to the midsections and a spinning wheel kick to the face that sends him towards the opening of the pit. Couch collapses on his back inches from the edge barely avoiding falling to his doom.
Chris Rodgers: Not a great start for Dwight, but to be honest he hasn’t really been on a roll as of late.
Scott Slade: I can’t watch… and yet I can’t look away.
As Dwight attempts to get to his feet Sato launches into a flying dragon kick and connects hitting Couch square in the chest. Sato lands on his feet inches from the edge of the pit. The blow knocks Couch back into the pit and he hits the razor sharp spikes. A loud scream echo’s through the arena as Blood flies up out of the pit staining the ring mat as Dwight’s body becomes a pincushion. The Emperor sounds the gong sounding the end of the match with a huge smile on his face.
Chris Rodgers: Oh no! Dwight Couch has fallen!
Scott Slade: What a gruesome site! Oh God!
Chris Rodgers: That was one of the worst ways I’ve ever seen man go and I been to war ladies and gentlemen.
The crowd begins to chant “Death Sport” fanatically as the cameras zoom in on the fallen Couch. Referee Hei-Ran raises Sato’s hand in the air signifying him the winner. A slow clap begins for Takuma as he makes his way down the tall steel steps and back stage with a grimace look on his face.
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Emperor Kim sat on this throne waiting for the next deadly match to begin. He took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one just as one of his General’s walked over to him and whispered into his ear.
General: “Anderson from the War Hammer Corporation is here to see you to discuss the final plans for the missile project.”
The Emperor: “Send him in.”
The general walked back to the entrance and pulled the curtain aside revealing Allen Anderson. Allen had the looks of a trim Bruce Willis, but the body of high school nerd. He was a thin man and extremely bald, but it was clear he had gone far in life by the way he dressed and the way he carried himself. Behind him were two large North Korean body guards watching his every move as he was let into the balcony. The Emperor stood up from his golden seat and welcomed Allen with open arms.
The Emperor: Mr. Anderswwann! My honor guest! Walcome to my cunty and to Death Sport! Ha! Hahaha!
Allen moved closer and shook the Emperors hand greeting him with a slight bow. The Emperor’s English was poor, but good enough for Allen to understand him for the most part. The Emperor motioned him to sit in the seat next to his throne. Once Allen had sat down the two began discussing a large scale project that War Hammer Industries had been contracted to supply and help construct for his army.
Anderson: The last of the software updates for the computer missile guidance system are being installed as we speak. Soon your stealth hyper speed nuclear missiles will be able to reach the entire west coast of America, Hawaii, and Alaska.
The Emperor: Fawntanstic. Soon my family will fawnally have rewenge on those American pigs! My fawther and his fawther before him will fawnally rest in peace.
Anderson: My employer wanted me to make sure you were still willing to go through with the plan, but it would seem that we are dealing with man who keeps his promises. It’s very important to us that the Americans be dethroned from their position of power in the world. A chaotic world full of anger and uncertainty is a world that is good financially for War Hammer Industries.
The Emperor: Why would I change my mind? This is all I’ve ever wanted my entire life.
Anderson: This will surely lead to the total annihilation of your people and your country. You yourself will probably not survive… I’ve already received word that President McStrump has ordered his battleships and carriers into strategic attack positions just due to this little stunt you’ve pulled here with these wrestler hostages.
The Emperor: I coowed care lewess about my people. It’s never been about them. It has always bween about my family and the diswespect the Americans and the world for that mawtter have shown us! I will have my rewenge! The Americans will suwffer!
Anderson: Good. This is what we wanted to hear. I’m heading back down to the mountain base to oversee the final installations and prep.
The Emperor: Nonsewnse Allen! Watch a few of the fights with me! I have fwull confewdence in your people.
Allen nodded and sat back down and agreeing to stay for the next fight. The Emperor offered him a cigarette which he then lit for him.
The Emperor: I’ve heard you hawve an infwinity for the world combwat sports.
Allen Anderson: Yes, let’s just say I’m familiar with the underground world of competitive fighting. You could say I run somewhat of an experimental ludus much like the Romans had in there day. These are men and women indebted to War Hammer with no choice but to devote both body and soul to me.
The Emperor: HAhahaha! Fawntastic! I bewlieve you will enjwoy my Champwions who will be fighting these puny American wrestlers! Hahahaha!
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Chris Rodgers: I’m being told by what’s left of our crew that our second bout tonight is about to start at the main ring!
The main camera cuts back to the central ring in the epicenter of the Rungrado where two soldiers have setup two ancient looking wooden stands. On top of them lay two open boxes with Japanese Katana swords resting inside them. The crowd looks on in curiosity as Rich Relando enters the ring and prepares to speak to the people of North Korea and to the people watching on the internet.
Rich Relando: That was a good man who died up there for you people! He had a damn daughter! You sick fucking bastards!
Chris Rodgers: Relando no! What the hell do you think you’re doing! Do you have a death wish?
The crowd boos Relando’s curses and the Emperor angrily shouts commands down at the soldiers at ring side. Two soldiers rush in and grab Relando by both of his arms while a third gets in front of him and pulls out a Baton from his holster. The soldier clobbers the ring announcer in his throat and Relando drops to the ring mat holding his voice box gasping for air.
Scott Slade: My God they could have collapsed his wind pipe for all we know!
Chris Rodgers: If they’ve hurt that man’s golden voice it’s a God. Damn. TRAVESTY!
The soldiers pull Relando out of the ring as "Baker Street" by Gerry Rafferty begins to play on the speakers system inside the stadium. Davey O’Brien walks out onto the stage to a mixed reaction from the North Koreans in attendance. As he enters the ring, he walks over to the first sword in his path, and begins studying it closely.
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Chris Rodgers: I'm being told that our next match is some sort of samurai sword fight match?
Scott Slade: Sure why not? Not like anything else here makes any fucking sense…
Chris Rodgers: I doubt we are still live on M.O.X, but if you’re somehow still watching us you are in-store for one of the craziest things you’ll ever see…
O’Brien’s music is cut off as he picks up his sword hesitantly. Some dramatic classical music begins to play in its place as a masked ninja like warrior walks out onto the stage in an all-white attire. The people of Korea go wild and begin chanting the name “Hyung” as the fighter makes his way to the ring.
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Scott Slade: I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that this man is familiar with fighting with swords Chris.
Chris Rodgers: I’m being told that this is a former Champion of the Death Sport tournament. He won it both times he was entered. Once in 2002 and another time in 2008. He goes by the name Soo Hyung and many believe him to be a skilled assassin for the Emperor himself.
Scott Slade: God be with O’Brien on this one Chris. I got a bad feeling after watching Couch plummet to his death.
Hyung gets to the ring apron and then front flips masterfully over the top rope and into the ring. He quickly makes his way to the other Katana and then starts to swing the sword around expertly putting the fear of God into O’Brien and electrifying the crowd at the same time. The Emperor sounds his giant gong again starting the deadly sword fight. It’s clear the Hyung is extremely confident as he taunts O’Brien to come at him and to make the first move. O’Brien is reluctant to go on the attack having moral issues with the entire situation he now finds himself in.
Chris Rodgers: I think you're right to be worried Scott. It doesn’t seem like O’Brien has the killer instinct needed for something like this. Look at him… he doesn’t even want to fight.
Frustrated with his opponent’s weakness, Hyung launches into a flurry of attacks meant to force O’Brien to fight rather then put an end to him. O’Brien blocks the attacks with his sword and the fans begin to cheer as the sound of steel clangs and echoes throughout the Rungrado. O’Brien stumbles back into the ropes and then avoids a decapitating assault from Hyung by diving down on the ring canvas and rolling away from him.
Scott Slade: O’Brien holding his own, but clearly out of his element here.
Chris Rodgers: The little Scot better start channeling some Highlander if he wants to stay alive!
Scott Slade: How can you make jokes at a time like this?
Chris Rodgers: I’m not joking! He seriously needs to get his head out of his ass and focus if he wants to stay alive!
O’Brien realizes he will have to put his moral conflictions aside and fight if he wants to stay alive. He goes after Hyung and swinging his Katana, but misses when ninja leaps up over him into a somersault and lands behind him in a squatted position. He then uses his sword to slice through the Scotsman’s hamstrings spilling blood onto the ring mat and firing up his supporters in the crowd. O’Brien collapses to the mat screaming in pain face first into the ring mat.
Scott Slade: Ahh…Fuck!
Chris Rodgers: Damnit Davey! It’s going to take a lot more than playing defense to beat this guy!
Hyung stands back up and raises his sword into the air before jumping up high and attempting to cut Davey’s head off. O’Brien however turns around just in time and blocks the attack on his knees shocking Hyung with his resilience. O’Brien, using his upper body strength forces the Asian warrior back much to the dismay of the crowd in attendance. Once back on his feet O’Brien and Hyung continue their test of strength with their swords pressed up against each other. The metal from the swords sparks as they grind together and the fans gasp when O’Brien head butt’s Hyung straight in the forehead out of nowhere.
Chris Rodgers: There you go son!
Scott Slade: Head-butt from O’Brien! Hyung has dropped his sword and looks disoriented! Now’s your chance Davey!
Hyung stumbles into the ropes and O’Brien launches into a killing blow running his katana sword through his sternum. Blood spray’s from ninja’s torso as the bloody blade protrudes though his back. An awful sound comes from the North Koreans as they watch their former champion fall to his knees bleeding out. O’Brien backs up horrified at his actions as he watches his opponent suffer and bleed out in front of him.
Scott Slade: My God! It doesn’t get any more inhumane and yet he had no choice.
Chris Rodgers: Where’s the bell?
Scott Slade: Chris I being told that because he’s technically still breathing we are not done here!
Hyung pulls out the blade from his torso causing more blood to spurt out onto the mat. However knowing that he doesn’t have much time left, he extends the blade upward toward O’Brien in an honorable request for him to finish him off.
Chris Rodgers: Look at that! He’s giving up!
Scott Slade: O’Brien doesn’t look like he’s willing to take a life however!
O’Brien refuses the sword unwilling to finish the job and in response, Hyung takes his own life as Samurai would in defeat running the sword through himself into his vital organs. The warrior collapses dead on the mat of the ring with blood pooling around him. The emperor sounds the gong as the soldiers angrily grab Davey and escort him aggressively out of the ring unhappy with his unwillingness to finish the match properly.
Chris Rodgers: An incredible ending to that fight Scott. The Emperor did not look happy with Davey. I see a great deal of torture coming his way this week if we’re not rescued.
Scott Slade: I’m being told their ready to start the boiling pool match Chris.
Chris Rodgers: Someone’s about to get cooked like a lobster… sorry… that was a disgusting thing to say...
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The main camera cuts to the other side of the main stage where another specialized ring has been built in the middle of a giant Olympic sized boiling pool. The boiling water surrounds the ring like an endless mote around a castle with steam rising out of it in the air ominously. Suddenly music that could only be described as dark ill-omened tones begins to play on the speakers inside the stadium. Blake Luthor walks out onto the stage with a sadistic smile on his face. The Koreans instantly go into a fervor and chant “Hammer Hands” passionately as he makes his way down the aisle and towards the boiling pool.
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Chris Rodgers: There he is. The man known as Hammer Hands! Last year’s champion of the Death Sport tournament here to defend his crown!
Scott Slade: This is a man whose undergone grotesque body modifications. His hands have been replaced by metal fists. His whole world revolves around fighting in dangerous underground tournaments like this one all over Asia apparently.
Chris Rodgers: How the hell does he eat or wipe?
Scott Slade: Apparently he has servants for that…
Chris Rodgers: Disgusting…
As Blake reaches the edge of the pool a soldier standing at an electronic control panel pushes a simple button and a metal bridge rises up out of the boiling water presenting a path to the ring. Luther then starts his track to the ring as the fans look on in excitement for one of the most anticipated matches of the tournament. Once inside the ring his music is cut off and “A Greater Call” by Cult of Luna begins to play. Brother Abishag walks out onto the stage as the Koreans look at the giant man in awe due to his size and stature.
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Scott Slade: Wow! Brock Abishag is his opponent!
Chris Rodgers: If there is one man who could strike fear into the heart of any of these hardened champions of the Emperor, it’s this man right here! Six foot, eight inches tall! 300 pounds plus! The man is a monster and I can guaran! damn! Tee! He is not in a good mood right now!
Abishag makes his way out onto the crossing bridge platform and into the ring and the soldier at the electronic console lowers the bridge deep back down into the boiling abyss of the pool. The fighters now are trapped on an Island of a ring surrounded by water that would instantly cause 1st degree burns. The Emperor sounds his ancient gong and officially starts the match. The two men stare at each angrily, each of them knowing full well that other has no reservations about ending them. Luther comes at Abishag using his agility and unloads a flurry of body shots with his metal fists. Abishag does his best to block them, but a few get through to his ribs. The brawler backs Abishag into a turnbuckle, but the assault ends with Brock grabbing hold of Luthor by his throat with both his hands. He then lifted him up into the air before tossing him back into the center of the ring on his backside.
Scott Slade: Look at the Strength of Abishag!
Chris Rodgers: This Luther character just found out who he’s fighting!
Luther gets back to his feet quickly shaking the cobwebs off, surprised by his opponent’s incredible strength. Abishag charges at him and goes for a big boot to his face, but Luther avoids it by dropping down to one knee and quickly striking a vicious low blows to the big man with upper cut to his groin. Brock shudders and then goes down to the mat holding his privates in pain as the spectators cheer Luthor on.
Scott Slade: What a nasty low blow! Luthor looks to be the kind of man who will sacrifice honor if it means a win.
Chris Rodgers: He’s only just making Abishag angrier… not a wise move if you ask me Slade.
Luthor walks up to Abishag and strikes him in the face with his metal fist really laying into him. The blow knocks two of Abishags teeth right out of his mouth and drops him flat on the blood stained mat as fresh blood quickly drools out of his mouth and pools around his face. The fans roar and begin to chant “Hammer Hands” after the brutal strike filling Luthor with a major amount of confidence. Luthor starts stomping on the big man and then backs him up giving the Blob Cult leader some room to breathe.
Chris Rodgers: Luthors looking to finish this with one big metal punch!
Abishag struggles back to his feet and Luthor charges in at him while winding up for a big haymaker in the process. The blow fails to land however as Abishag extends his long right leg and boots Luthor right in the face laying him out on his back. The fans let out a moan due to disappointment as Abishag takes control of the match. Luthor tries to get back to his feet and mount a counter attack before Abishag can get to him, but despite his effort he ends up walking into the big man’s powerful right hand which quickly wraps around his throat. Abishag lets out a roar before choke slamming Luthor into the ring mat with authority.
Scott Slade: Oooh! Take that you assholes! How do you like us now!
Chris Rodgers: Luthor has felt the wrath of Abishag.
Abishag begins to pump both his arms in the air signaling for a gorilla press as the fans boo him relentlessly. Kim Jong Un looks on unhappily as his second champion is hoisted up by Brock high above his head. Luthor unconscious from the choke slam doesn’t even put up a struggle as monstrous Abishag tosses him into the boiling pool.
Scott Slade: It’s over! Brother Brock Abishag wins! Incredible victory!
Chris Rodgers: Good God Luthor is conscious again!
The spectators look on angrily as Luthor surfaces now fully awake and in an incredible amount of pain. His screams and shrieks echo through the stadium as he struggles to swim back toward the ring with his skin blistering and burning. His metal fists however weight him down and soon he slowly sinks to the bottom of the pool drowning in a slow agonizing death. The Emperor sounds the bell signifying Brother Abishag as the winner of the match much to his disappointment. The bridge rises up out the depths of the boiling pool and Abishag crosses back to safety. He is then escorted back up the ramp with a stern look on his face.
Scott Slade: I get the feeling that’s not the first life this man’s taken.
Chris Rodgers: He really approached the match with a killer instinct that is for sure Scott. So far we seemed to be doing pretty well. We’ve only lost Dwight Couch and he will be sorely missed.
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The Ultimate Wrestling roster members still alive stood watching on an outdated old CRT monitor attached to the wall of their holding cell. To the right of them sat the bodies of the fighters who had fallen so far zipped up in body bags. It was clear that the Emperor had specially requested this as a form of psychological torture for them. Kronin Reinhardt was the first to speak shortly after Abishag had defeated the Emperors second Champion. Most of the fighters however were too preoccupied with preparing for their fights that they didn’t even hear him speak.
Kronin: As odd and fearsome as some of these handpicked warriors seem, we’re holding are own against them so far.
Sato walked over to Kronin with a solemn and serious look on his face. It was clear that killing Dwight Couch was weighing heavy on him.
Sato: Forget the tournament… we have to find a way out of our holding cells after tonight’s first round. Even if we defeat all of the Emperor’s fighters tonight it will only mean that will have to fight each other in the following rounds, just like I had to with Couch earlier tonight.
Kronin nodded but didn’t speak.
Sato: We have to focus on the mission. Were here gather information and deal with the Tyrant in power if we can.
Kronin placed his right hand on Sato’s shoulder and then looked him in the eyes.
Kronin: Forget the mission Takuma… I agree with your first instinct. We need to escape and then look for a way to get airborne and away from here. I have no doubt by now that this has become the top story of the international news cycle. We could be hours away from the start of World War 3 all because of this…
Sato eyes widened, he hadn’t thought about the implications of the world discovering the insanity of their abduction and the Emperors deadly tournament could mean.
Sato: I didn’t think about it, but you’re right… this is probably being viewed as major human rights violation…
Kronin shook his head disapprovingly, it was clear he had forgotten how young Takuma was. International treaties and politics were probably something he did not follow or even have a good grasp of.
Kronin: It’s okay, sometimes it’s hard to see the bigger picture, but rest assured were being used and not just by our own government. It’s as if the Emperor want’s to start a war with the U.S. but for the life of me, I cannot see why. It would mean the complete destruction of his nation.
Sato: Have you looked at that guy? He looks completely off his rocker! Who knows what he’s thinking.
Suddenly Abishag appeared from the hallway leading to the entrance stage with two North Korean soldiers behind him carrying rifles. Brock was clearly still on a high from having demolished one the Emperor’s favorite Champions. He was shouting hysterically and it was clear that the tone of his voice was making the soldiers nervous.
Abishag: YOU TELL YOUR EMPEROR THAT NOTHING HE PUT’S IN FRONT OF ME WILL STOP ME! THE BLOB HIMSELF RUNS THROUGH MY VIENS! HIS POWER FLOWS THROUGH ME! YOUR WEAK EXCUSE FOR WARRIORS AMUSE US BOTH!
The soldiers are happy to quite him down and begin pummeling him with the Hammer Corporation designed electrified night sticks. They then open the holding cell and toss Abishag toward Sato and Kronin who catch the big man before he hits the floor. They then enter the holding cell and grab Huckleberry aggressively and wrestle him out before marching him towards the stage entrance.
Huckleberry: What’s ya rush boys? You ain’t got’s to be so aggressive!
Kronin and Sato helped Abishag onto his feet as Huckleberry was dragged away for his match.
Abishag: The poor bastard… he has to fight that bitch! … Kim Ji-Min…
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Scott Slade: Looks like we’re about to start our fourth match of the night. A C4 Explosives death match to end all death matches.
Chris Rodgers: Unbelievable…
The main camera cuts back to the central wrestling ring in the epicenter of the arena where barbed wire wooden planks have been set up over C4 Explosives in each corner of the ring. All of the ring ropes have been replaced with barbed wire and at the base of the ring is a large digital timer which has been set to ten minutes and rigged to a small bomb underneath the ring.
Chris Rodgers: I’m being told that if a winner hasn’t been decided in ten minutes the whole wrestling ring has been set to blow.
Scott Slade: Whoever came up with this idea is a real twisted bastard…
“Hillbilly Deluxe” by Brooks & Dunn starts to play on the sound system and the man known as Huckleberry walks out onto the stage. The Koreans boo him louder than any Ultimate Wrestling member so far yet. The “death to American” chants soon follow as the southerner makes his way down the aisle and toward the booby-trapped ring. Huckleberry tries to turn their attitudes around with a nice jig dance, but it only seems to anger the onlookers more.
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Scott Slade: It’s the Huckster! If anyone can get through this one alive it’s the man who wrestles Gators for a hobby!
Chris Rodgers: He may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but sometimes you just need a blunt instrument to get the job done.
Huckleberry carefully makes his way into the ring and his music is soon cut off and replaced by the national North Korean anthem. Everyone in attendance stands up and salutes the Emperor as Kim Ji-Min walks out onto the stage dressed in her military uniform. Kim Ji-Min for the first time shows emotion as a tear comes to her eye. This is one of the proudest moments of her entire life and it means everything to her.
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Chris Rodgers: Wow… I think a chill just went up my spine.
Scott Slade: This woman has been our living nightmare for the past week. She is the most sadistic lady I’ve ever met.
Chris Rodgers: The things she did to poor Walter… the man will never be the same again! God Damn it! It ain’t right Slade!
Scott Slade: Poor old Huckster has no idea what he’s walked into…
Ji-Min enters the rigged ring and then bows respectfully to her opponent. However Instead of bowing back at her in respect, the Huckster turns around and bends over and pulls down his draws and moons Kim Ji-Min with his bare ass and the entire stadium including the Emperor while he’s at it. A commotion comes over the spectators as many of the men cover the eyes of their women.
Chris Rodgers: Ha!
Scott Slade: What in the world is that crazy hillbilly doing! Doesn’t he understand what he’s involved in here!
Chris Rodgers: If there was ever a silver-lining moment in this whole crazy fucked up tournament it was that moment right there!
To say that Kim Ji-Min is offended would be the understatement of the century. The irate martial artist launches into a furious attack and front kicks the Huckster right in the rear end sending him flying into the barbed wire ropes which ensnare him and tear unrelentingly into his flesh. The Koreans cheer as he screams in pain trying to tear away from the ropes. Kim is on Huckleberry immediately with a jumping axe kick that lands directly on the back of the hillbilly’s neck. Huckleberry collapses frontwards onto the mat reaching back at his neck in pain. Ji-Min then begins stomping on him vindictively looking to inflict serious bodily harm.
Scott Slade: Not the way Huckleberry wanted to start this match I would imagine.
Chris Rodgers: He definitely succeeding in firing Kim up, but I don’t think her stomping a mud hole in him was part the plan Scott.
Scott Slade: Kim Ji-Min has Huckleberry back on his feet and she snapmare’s him up over and onto a C4 plank!
The C4 explodes on Huckleberry’s back side and the force is immense. The explosion blows huckleberry up back onto his feet and into the barbed wire ropes which he uses to support himself as he tries not to lose consciousness from the extreme pain. The hillbilly is drenched in his own blood with gashes and cuts all over and a burned backside. Smoke clouds fill the ring from the first C4 that was just ignited as the fans chant “Death Sport” and cheer their countrymen on.
Chris Rodgers: Good God! How is that crazy bastard still on his feet!
Scott Slade: The smell of burnt flesh is nauseating, I can only imagine what the Huckster is feeling right now!
Kim Ji-Min moves in to finish Huckleberry off and runs at the injured hillbilly. She launches into a flying dragon kick targeted at Huckleberry’s head, but the little Appalachian dives out of the way just into time and Kim Ji-Min snares herself into the barbed wire and then spills over the ropes. The barbed wires rips large gashes into her lower body as she falls to the floor. The blood begins to stain her military uniform as she lies on the floor breathing heavily.
Chris Rodgers: Huckleberry got out of the way just in time! Kim Ji-Min went for the home run and came up empty!
The fans boo heavily as Huckleberry carefully steps out of the barbed wire ropes and onto the outside apron. The southerner is covered in blood and has a wild look in his eyes as he leaps off of the edge of the ring and nails Kim Ji-Min with a missile drop kick that sends her flying backwards into the steel guard railing.
Scott Slade: Oh my! The Huckster is fighting back! He just knocked the bitch six ways from Sunday!
The Koreans behind Kim Ji-Min push her back forward towards Huckleberry, but she is unable to mount an attack as Huckleberry kick’s her in the gut and then DDT’s her onto the concrete floor beneath them. Ji-Min lays on the floor dazed from the blow she just suffered as Huckleberry gets back to his feet slowly. The Koreans boo him relentlessly as he raises his hand up in defiance to them and their attitude towards him.
Chris Rodgers: That’s it son! Get after her! Finish her off!
Kim Ji-Min attempts to get back to her feet, but is intercepted by Huckleberry who lifts her up onto his shoulders and begins howling like a pig, infuriating the Emperor, and the Korean spectators in the process. He then spins her around a few times before slamming the martial artist onto the concrete with an Alabama slam. He then picks up Ji-Min and tosses her back inside the ring.
Scott Slade: 7 Minutes left on the clock and the Huckster is taking the fight back into the ring. Wait! He’s motioning to the top turnbuckle! He’s going for something big!
Huckleberry drags Kim Ji-Min onto one of the Planks and carefully places her on it purposely making sure not to set off the explosive beneath it. He then quickly makes his way to the turnbuckle and climbs up onto the top barbed wire rope. The Koreans look on in astonishment as Huckleberry sacrifices his well-being to leap off of the top rope and a nails a swaton bomb on Kim Ji-Min. The impact sets off a massive C4 Explosion that blows both fighters off of the mat as wood shards and splinters fly all over the place. A small hole in the ring appears as the smoke clears from the detonation origin. Both fighters lay on the mat motionless about four feet apart from each other. Kim Ji-Min’s entire backside has been burnt black and some of her hair has been charred from taking the brunt of the C4 explosion.
Chris Rodgers: My God! I think they might be both dead after that! What on earth was Huckleberry thinking?
Scott Slade: Neither one of them seems conscious! Referee Hei Ryung is moving into the ring to examine the fighters! This could be it… let’s just hope the Huckster’s okay…
Hei Ryung enters the ring and begins examining the fighters and signals for the match to continue. The spectators begin to cheer impressed that both combatants are still alive after such a devastating impact.
Chris Rodgers: Looks as if there both still breathing!
Scott Slade: Barely… get up Huckleberry! Finish this thing!
Huckleberry is the first fighter to show signs of life as he struggles back to his feet using the barbed wire ropes to pull himself up and find some stability for his footing. The effort cuts his hands badly and blood begins oozing from his palms. It’s clear that the battered and bloody man from Georgia is exhausted and hurt, but he continues on even with the extreme loss of blood.
Chris Rodgers: The Huckster is up! He’s up on his feet and he’s looking put an end to that psychotic bitch!
The American stumbles over to Kim Ji-Min and attempts to pick her up, but from out of nowhere the Korean warrior low blows the Huckster in the groin dropping him to the ring mat. The Koreans watching cheer her on as she gets to her feet and attempts to catch her breath. Ji-Min shakes off some of the cobwebs and then turns her focus on her opponent. Huckleberry manages to get to his feet while Ji-Min is recovering and just as he turns around to face his opponent, Kim launches into a crazy butterfly kick and wallops Huckleberry straight in the face almost taking his head clean off. The little southerner flies back and lands on his rear end in the corner turnbuckle on the far right side of the ring.
Rodgers: No!
Scott Slade: Kim Ji-Min fighting back after nearly being blown to pieces!
Chris Rodgers: She might be evil incarnate, but even I have to respect this gutsy performance with the stakes being as high as they are!
Scott Slade: Only four minutes left until that bomb goes off under the ring though. One of these two have to end this thing quickly or they might both leaving in body bags!
Ji-Min picks up Huckleberry from the corner back onto his feet and begins grinding his forehead on the top barbed wire rope. Huckleberry’s face becomes a lacerated mess as blood pours out of his forehead, down his face, and onto the mat. As the Huckster frantically tries to wipe the blood from his eyes, Ji-Min kicks him in the spine with a stiff savate kick that drops him to his knees and then follows it up with a brilliant side kick to the face which knocks Huckleberry to the ring mat.
Scott Slade: Oh man! Huckleberry is in trouble now!
Chris Rodgers: This woman’s kicks are devastating as Sato’s. In fact her fighting style is actually quite similar.
Ji-Min follows up her impressive attack by dropping to the mat and locking in a leg scissors submission hold on Huckleberry. Wrapping her muscular legs around his throat she attempts to break his neck or suffocate him to death. Blood pours out of the forehead of Huckleberry as he fights the hold and attempts to stay alive.
Scott Slade: No! Kim Ji-Min has locked him into a tortures leg scissor hold! She’s trying to end this thing!
Chris Rodgers: Only two minutes left on the bomb timer Scott! I’m starting to get real nervous here!
Scott Slade: The Huckster has got to fight it!
Chris Rodgers: Listen to these Koreans right now! They know Ji-Min is close to finishing this fight!
Huckleberry digs down deep somehow, almost as if he’s found his spirit animal, and begins to fight out of the leg scissors hold. The Korean fans hostility feeding his effort as he pry’s open her legs and yanks his head out of her grasp. The two fighters get to their feet at the same time and begin exchanging rights and lefts with Kim completely abandoning her martial arts training in favor of fisticuff brawling. Blood spatters and flies all over the ring after every blow as the digital timer reaches 59 seconds remaining.
Scott Slade: Incredible! The Huckster fighting back!
Chris Rodgers: This little runts got more heart than ten men combined!
Ji-Min goes for a standing side kick, but misses Huckleberry who dodges the attack with his light feet. He takes advantage of situation by grabbing Kim by the back of her head and bulldogs her straight into one of the last remaining planks rigged with C4. The explosion blows up in Ji-Mins face and sends both fighters once again into the air and then quickly back onto the mat.
Chris Rodgers: Holy shit! I think he blew her face clean off!
Scott Slade: Hell yeah Huckleberry!
Kim Ji-Min lay’s on the mat motionless with her face a bloody and burnt disaster. Emperor Jong-Un stands up in concern for Kim as he stares at her lifeless body in the ring. Huckleberry has begun to roll around on the mat as he fights off the pain of having absorbed a third C4 discharge. Referee Hei Ryung rushes into the ring risking his own life with the seconds counting down on the time bomb. After quickly examining Ji-Min he calls for the gong and for the timer on the time bomb to be stopped.
Chris Rodgers: Huckleberry has done it! He’s escaped the deadly clutches of Kim Ji-Min! I can’t believe it! The Bitch is dead! Long live the Huckster!
Valora Salinas and Abishag rush out to the ring escorted by Korean soldiers as they help Huckleberry onto his feet and get him backstage for whatever medical attention they can get. The rest of Korean Soldiers who had been guarding the ring enter inside with depressed looks on their faces and pick up there fallen sister in arms. They put her on a stretcher and carry her out of the stadium as the spectators look on in uncomfortable silence. Suddenly the Korean National anthem begins to play as Kim Ji-Mins body is carried back up the ramp into the backstage area.
Chris Rodgers: Looks like we’re being told there is going to be small intermission before the next fight. Scott Slade: Man, it’s like some sucked out all the energy in the arena. It doesn’t look like anyone here thought Ji-Min would actually lose.
Chris Rodgers: The Ultimate Wrestling roster has been impressive against Jong-Un’s champions that is for sure and Emperor does not look happy about it.
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storysegment.jpg Backstage the Ultimate Wrestling roster stands huddled together with guards surrounding them. Sato has distanced himself from the group and was sitting on the floor leaned up against a wall with his head hung low clearly conflicted with having killed a member of their own group. The other fighters watch as Ji-Mins body is wheeled past them in a black body bag. Valora however seems unfazed by all the carnage and is doing her best to keep everyone focused.
Valora: Were doing the best that we could have possibly done so far against these “champions” everyone. I know the majority of the rest of us that are left will probably be fighting other members of our group like Sato had to earlier. I suggest you make peace with that now and get mentally prepared to do what has to be done because there ain’t no one coming to rescue us.
Valora’s further words of encouragement were cut off by a familiar sound. She turned around and looked on as Abbigail was doubled over vomiting into one of the toilets put in the area where the competitors were being held during the show. Given that the dead bodies of the losers were being kept in the room as well, Valora was surprised it had taken her this long to lose her lunch. Walking over to her, Valora leaned against the wall. Abbigail opened her mouth to apologize, but Valora cut her off by holding up her hand.
Valora: Happens to everyone, chica.
It was clear Abbigail’s whole world was spinning. One week ago she was just an athlete fighting to make a name for herself in Ultimate Wrestling. Now she was being forced to fight to the death in a foreign country hostile to the United States. Nothing in her past could have ever prepared her for what was transpiring around her at this very moment. Valora leaned in closer and spoke quietly at first like a concerned friend would.
Valora: In Pre-Med.. We all had to watch an autopsy.. My first one.. I threw up my breakfast and passed the fuck out.
Abbigail looked over at Sato and then at Valora. She couldn’t believe that her tag team partner had gone through with his match and killed their fellow roster mate Dwight Couch.
Abbigail: I can’t do it, Val.. I can’t kill anyone.. Especially not someone on our own damn team!
Valora smirked and nodded.
Valora: No… that’s not what scares you… What scares you is you’re feeling it right now...
Abbigail looked at Valora confused and frustrated.
Abbgail: Feeling what?
Valora shrugged.
Valora: Will to survive, chica. The human body is programmed to survive at all costs… Your mind, your body knows you need to kill Gabrielle to survive… When you get out there… You will be surprised at what you will do to survive. Trust me chica… Also… when you see that I’m right and she will kill you, I think you’ll change your mind quick.
She paused and looked around before locating Gabrielle standing over by the wall across from them staring back at at her protégé.
Valora: It’s self-defense, Abs. You have no choice and if you don’t kill her, she’ll kill you.
Abbigail somewhat agreed halfheartedly.
Abbigail: I don’t know that… and acid? The smell, the screams… I’ll never be able to forget them.
Valora shrugs.
Valora: Then don’t use the acid… You wanna be kind to Gabrielle? Cut her a break then.
Valora walked around behind and took hold of Abbigail’s head in a way similar to how Marines might do so. Abbigail’s eyes opened wide as her mentor showed her exactly how to end Gabrielle quickly without needlessly making her suffer more than she had to.
Valora: Snap the puta’s neck. Grab her like this and snap.
While close, Valora whispered into Abbigail’s ear.
Valora: It’ll be clean, quick… she won’t feel much.
Abbigail gulped and looked at Valora with a horrified expression on her face.
Abbigail: What would you do?
Valora thought for a moment and looked at the floor almost hesitant to reveal her true dark side to Abbigail.
Valora: You don’t wanna know… Be glad you ain’t me…
Abbigail narrowed her eyes unsatisfied with Valora answer.
Abbigail: I do wanna know.
Valora let out a long sigh and then looked up at Abbigail.
Abbigail: I’d beat the puta bloody … then I’d pitch the puta in the acid and be done with it.
Seeing Abbigail’s horrified look, Valora shrugged. She knew she couldn’t hold back her true self any longer. The time had come for Abbigail to know the real Valora.
Valora: Told you, you didn’t wanna hear it.
Abbigail: ...How?
Valora: Because chica.. Right now the rule is survive. You tell me, that me living means I gotta kill someone else.. Better believe I’m gonna make a corpse.
Abbigail: And if they match us against each other?
Valora leaned in closer.
Valora: Think I haven’t thought about that. I’m hoping to have a plan by then. A plan that is much easier to form when I don’t need to rally the fuckin’ troops to keep their fuckin’ heads in the game and wonder if my rookie can keep herself from throwing up long enough to beat the porn star bloody.
Valora points to the dead bodies in the room lined up against the far wall on stretchers.
Valora: You can survive or you can end up like that. I’ll talk to you after.
Valora said as she stood up from her crouched position. Abbigail smirked.
Abbigail: How do you know I’ll make it back?
Valora smirked back at her.
Valora: Well, I know the man who raised you… Secondly… I know human nature. Thirdly, I got a bet on you so you better not let me down.
Abbigail blinked.
Abbigail: You don’t have money… wait they took it?
Valora nods.
Valora: That’s why you better not lose... I don’t want to carry through my end of the bet… and I need what I convinced them to wager.
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Chris Rodgers: It is clear Jeremiah has an uphill battle to climb here.
Scott Slade: Jeremiah is without his specialized mask and is probably in the most vulnerable position that he’s ever been in since Joining Ultimate Wrestling.
Chris Rodgers: He’s in rough shape. However I think he’s gotten off light compared to some of the other fighters so far. This match, while deadly, does not look as physically demanding as the previous bouts.
Scott Slade: I have to agree Chris. It’s almost suspicious in nature…
Once inside the ring, his music cut’s off and “erowoun” by falkenbach starts to play over the speakers inside the stadium. The Koreans go eerily quiet as what could only be described as a mutant creature, waddles out onto the stage. A three foot tall squatty mound of humanity with only two limbs that seemed to act as both legs and arms for it. Its hands, more claw like and void of any digits. A hideous site to be hold. The Koreans go absolutely mad, chanting “Belial” almost religiously as the creature makes its way toward the ring down the aisle.
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Chris Rodgers: What…in the fuck is that thing?
Scott Slade: I’m being told its name is Belial! Good lord I think I want to throw up…
Chris Rodgers: That thing looks like it escaped from a freak circus!
Jeremiah looks at the ugly creature making its way down aisle and immediately begins scanning it with his cybernetic eye. A worried expression comes over his face as Belial uses his two limbs to spring onto the canvas without the help of the steel steps. He then enters the ring and pauses before putting all his weight on one limb and raising the other to salute his adoring crowd.
Scott Slade: Chris, did you get a look at his hands? They look like clawed hooves or something.
Chris Rodgers: Damn thing looks like a demon. Who knows where the Emperor discovered this satanic beast. Disgusting…
The emperor sounds the massive gong near his throne and the match officially starts. The fight between the mutant and the cyborg starts at an extreme level as Belial springs at Jeremiah and then slashes at him in midair with his claws. The strikes slash Jeremiah open, spilling more fresh blood onto the mat. The attack drives Jeremiah back into the ropes as Belial lands on the ring mat beneath his feet. Vastrix however kicks the mutant in its body and sending Belial rolling back like a bowling ball. Belial rolls into the ropes and he uses his right limb to catch himself from rolling out onto the floor.
Chris Rodgers: I think Jeremiah just tried to bend it like Beckham right there.
Scott Slade: Well that thing is kind roundish… so gross! Jeremiah already suffering from those claws. He looks to be losing some blood.
Chris Rodgers: This creature looks deadly. Jeremiah needs to stay focused and really rely on that cybernetic eye.
Jeremiah rushes towards his mutant opponent and hits him with a baseball slide that sends Belial flying through the gap between the bottom of the ring mat and the first rope. His deformed body hits the guard railing scaring the Koreans sitting in the front row. Belial rolls around on the floor in pain, furious with anger. The mutant doesn’t have long to rest however as Jeremiah leaps up onto the top rope and spring boards off of it attempting to come down with a double footed stop in order to squash the freakish mutant. Belial uses his two limbs to jaunt himself away and Vastrix comes up empty and ends up slamming into the steel railing himself.
Chris Rodgers: Ohh! No body home!
Scott Slade: He’s got this thing on the run though Chris.
Chris Rodgers: You’re right Scott and the longer this match goes the more in Jeremiah’s favor it becomes as he can log more data on your attacks and tendencies in the ring.
Scott Slade: Wait what’s that thing doing now?
Belial pulls out a steel chair from under the ring and flings at Jeremiah hitting him in the face with the corner edge of it. The blow knocks Jeremiah onto the ground giving Belial the perfect opportunity for an attack. The creature leaps up and lands on top of Jeremiah and begins slicing and dicing into Jeremiah’s bruised and busted face with his claws. Blood sprays everywhere covering the Koreans in the front row who go mad with blood lust and begin cheering. Once satisfied with his cuts, Belial begins ingesting the fresh plasma from Jeremiahs face.
Chris Rodgers: Good Christ all mighty it's eating his blood! This monster is feasting on Jeremiah!
Scott Slade: Chris, Jeremiah’s face looks horrific! It was already in bad shape, but I don’t think he’ll be getting dates with the ladies like he used too.
Chris Rodgers: I’m sure he has greater concerns right now Scott than getting laid. If he wants to get out of this one alive he’s got get that thing off of him!
Jeremiah regains his composure and comes too with Belial licking his face with his grotesque warty tongue that is clearly suffering from strange STD’s and other disgusting ailments. Jeremiah throws Belial off of him and the squatty mutant lands on his back hard on the floor. Jeremiah then quickly gets back on his feet with blood raining down from his face onto the floor. He picks up the steel chair that hit him in the face earlier and then walks over to Belial who’s just gotten up right and clobbers him hard over his stumpy head with the chair.
Chris Rodgers: That’s it Vastrix! Time to let this freak know whose boss damn it!
Scott Slade: My God! It’s like it didn’t even really register!
Belial just screams in anger and roars like a true monster. The fans cheer him on, but quiet down when in response Jeremiah begins whacking Belial repeatedly with the chair all over his deformed body with pure unrelenting aggression. With the monsters stubby forehead busted open, Jeremiah picks him up by his arm, and then begins swinging him around and around until he lets go. The toss sends Belial over the top rope and into the ring. The mutant splatters into the ring mat staining it with blood before rolling into the base of the right bottom corner turnbuckle.
Chris Rodgers: I think this Belial creature has awoken a fire inside Jeremiah Vastrix! He’s finally taking control of this fight.
Scott Slade: He’s fighting back, but he’s losing a lot of blood. That’s going to take a toll after a while.
Jeremiah climbs back up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes into the ring. The Korean spectators boo him heavily and curse his name in their native language. The Blood drenched Vastrix whips back his long black sopping hair and then sets his cybernetic eye focused on Belial. He stalks over to him and grabs the creature by its left limb. Dragging the mutant over to the noose hanging in the center of the ring, Jeremiah quickly attempts to tie Belials razor sharp hands together. Once tied securely, Jeremiah finds the other end of the rope and begins pulling on it lifting Belial’s short deformed body to eye level. Jeremiah ties his end of the rope to the turnbuckle holding Belial like a dangling piñata.
Chris Rodgers: Oh shit! Vastrix is looking to end this thing!
Scott Slade: I was trying figure out how he could comply with the match rules of needing to hang your opponent. I think this will count, but OH! OH! God damn! Jeremiah going to work on Belial!
Chris Rodgers: He’s beating him like a dead horse!
Jeremiah unleashes a flurry of powerful hay-makers on the defenseless Belial as the fans watch the last of their grand champions look to be defeated. Each punch rocks Belial sending his freakish form swinging back and forth. The gash on his face is now visibly wider and his repulsive blood scatters the wrestling mat. However Belial refuses to go quietly, squirming and screaming with all his might to untie himself from his predicament. Jeremiah frustrated with the creatures extreme will to live slides out of ring and grabs the steel chair he had been using before and tosses it into the ring before sliding back inside after it.
Scott Slade: Oh man! I didn’t think this could get any more brutal, but I think Jeremiah is going to try and beat this thing to death with that steel chair!
Chris Rodgers: Vastrix is finally living up to the potential Mr. Mudcock saw in him 12 months ago when he was recruited into the Ultimate Wrestling roster!
Scott Slade: The former tag team champion has his hands on the chair. OH! You could hear that shot from anywhere inside this building!
Jeremiah cocks his arms back again this time making sure to hit Belial right on the gash he opened earlier. The steal chairs edge tears into the wound revealing part of Belial’s deformed skull. Vastrix then grabs the steel chair and begins taunting the Emperor and the spectators pretending the dented steel chair in his hands is an electric guitar. Meanwhile, while Jeremiah is show boating, the dazed and confused Belial manages to slip his right claw loose from the knot Vastrix had tied earlier.
Scott Slade: No! Belial is loose!
Chris Rodgers: What is that idiot doing! Playing air guitar? His fucking life is on the line here! This isn’t a wrestling match dimwit! This is a fight to the death!
With his free hand Belial cuts the rope above the noose which drops him down to the ring mat in a puddle of blood. The fans roar and Jeremiah turns around shocked to see the creature free of his ominous predicament. The cyborg wrestler cocks back the steel chair and rushes Belial, but he misses the squatty mutant as he rolls out of the way. As vastrix turns around, Belial pulls himself up onto the middle rope of the ring and then bounces upwards into the air and wraps his limbs around Jeremiah before biting his wounded face.
Scott Slade: Oh man! That Belial creature is a lot more agile than we ever could have imagined!
Chris Rodgers: It’s literally biting Jeremiah in the face now and these people are loving it.
Jeremiah attempts to use the chair to whack Belial in the back, but the deformed mutant quickly rotates to Jeremiahs back clinging to his shoulders. The cyborg ends up whacking himself in the face with the steel chair that knocks the cyborg into a stupor. Belial uses the opportunity to seriously maim Jeremiah by reaching over and jamming his claw straight into Vastrix’s remaining human eye. The Koreans roar as Belial removes his claw and dismounts the now screaming Jeremiah. Emperor Kim stands up and begins applauding Belial as Jeremiah drops to his knees blood gushing out of his eye socket.
Scott Slade: My god! Belial has taken Jeremiah’s remaining eye!
Chris Rodgers: The man is completely blind! I don’t know if he can honestly continue… he’s going to have to rely completely on his remaining cybernetic eye and god only knows what kind of visual data that thing can give him Scott!
Belial rolls towards Jeremiah and uses his limbs to leap up and then bulldog slam Jeremiah face first into the mat. Then the mutant heads to the corner of the ring and begins to climb up the turnbuckle up to the top rope. A “Belial” chant starts up again as the mutant preps to finish Jeremiah who manages to roll onto his back and is breathing heavily trying to manage the extreme pain coursing through his nervous system.
Chris Rodgers: I think this freak is looking to put Jeremiah out of his misery!
Scott Slade: LOOK OUT JEREMIAH!
Belial spring boards off of the turnbuckle and attempts to impale Jeremiah with his claws. However Jeremiah’s cybernetic eye saves him and he moves out of the way just in time. Belial hits the mat hard and his hands go through the ring mat trapping him in the center of the ring. The fans let out a moan of disappointment watching their champion come up empty.
Scott Slade: HE MISSED!
Chris Rodgers: I doubt Vastrix can see much, but he can see a threat like that coming a mile away!
Scott Slade: JEREMIAH IS FIGHTING BACK TO HIS FEET!
Chris Rodgers: Unbelievable!
Vastrix manages to get to his feet and using his cybernetic eye scans the ring to locate the steel chair he dropped earlier. He picks it up as Belial continues to struggle to get free and walks over to the mutant and absolutely lets him have it with all his strength crushing his skull in. The sound sickening and blood explodes all over the mat.
Chris Rodgers: Good lord…he’s done it! Jeremiah Vastrix lives to fight another day.
Scott Slade: Oh my God I think I’m going to be sick…
The fans go silent and once again the Emperor looks on disappointed and frustrated with the result. Jeremiah collapses onto the mat as the gong is sounded signifying him as the winner of the match. Once again Valora and Abishag are escorted down to the ring by North Korean soldiers to retrieve their fellow roster mate who is too far injured to make his way back to their holding cell under his own power.
Chris Rodgers: I think Jeremiah has shown the world just what he’s made of here tonight in the Rungrado!
Scott Slade: That had to be the most grotesque fight we’ve seen tonight. I don’t know how much more of this I can handle Chris.
Chris Rodgers: It’s about to get worse Scott. I’m being told the remaining three matches tonight are all matches with members of our Ultimate Wrestling roster pitted against one another.
Scott Slade: Probably because the Emperor’s tired of seeing his fighters getting sent out in body bags! It’s obvious we’ve had the edge all night Chris!
Chris Rodgers: Will you quiet down. Are you trying to get us tortured further? What the hell is a matter with you?
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Workers finish setting up four giant tubs of Acid outside of the ring on each side of it. Many of the spectators have begun to clap slowly and methodically eager to see some Americans suffer the same fate as the Emperors selected champions did earlier. The Resistance by Skillet suddenly begins to play on the sound system inside the Rungrado and Abbigail Dresden walks out onto the stage to an onslaught of jeers and boos. Ignoring the response from the North Koreans she makes her way down the aisle before stopping at the first tub of acid in her path.
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Scott Slade: Here comes one half of our current Tag Team Champions, Abbigail Dresden and she obviously is feeling all sorts of anxiety about this fight and justifiably so.
Chris Rodgers: She’s a hefty girl at 150 pounds and she’s been trained by Salinas. I think she’s going to do alright. I’m sure Valora’s killer instinct has rubbed off on her over the months.
Scott Slade: Why do you always comment on her weight? She’s a true athlete and a good person! I for one am rooting for her! I don’t want see anything bad happen to a young champion like herself. Ultimate Wrestling needs more young talent like her on its roster. We can’t afford to lose her!
Chris Rodgers: I not trying to be negative Scott. If she comes out of this thing alive she’ll have earned my respect as a fighter that is for damn sure.
Abbigail slides into the ring and begins stretching and attempting to psyche herself up for her match. Her music is cut and “Hard” by Rihanna starts to play on the speaker system. Gabrielle Montgomery walks out onto the stage in an extremely provocative wrestling outfit made of sheer see through mesh that leaves nothing to the imagination what so ever. The North Koreans by default start to boo her harshly until the men get a good look at her. Suddenly the boos become high pitched whistles and cat calls as the sexy part time porn star makes her was down the aisle putting on a show for the foreign spectators.
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Chris Rodgers: Oh no! Not Ms. Montgomery! She‘s an American Icon! We can’t afford to lose a sex symbol like her!
Scott Slade: Yes… save the porn star, but forget Abbigail…
Chris Rodgers: As much I hate having to see Ms. Montgomery put her life on the line here tonight… BOY! Oh! BOY! Is she a sight for sore eye’s right now Scotty!
Scott Slade: Yes…its clear your morale has been instantly boosted Chris… What is wrong with this woman? It’s as if she has no idea what is transpiring here. She dancing around and trying be all sexy right before she fights to the death.
Chris Rodgers: She’s just trying to spread some good American culture to these barbaric heathens! Stop criticizing Ms. Montgomery Scott! I won’t stand for it!
Montgomery obliviously walks past the vat of acid and enters the ring as if it’s a normal wrestling match. Once in the ring she climbs onto the turnbuckle and begins to give everyone a sultry pole dance using the ring post. The Emperor is extremely pleased by the performance and also joins in with his male civilians in clapping enthusiastically and whistling in a perverted manner. Abbigail grows frustrated with her airhead of an opponent and decides to take advantage of her lack of focus at the task at hand. Dresden grabs her off of the turnbuckle and throws her down on the mat which instantly gets a bad reaction from the spectators. The emperor sounds his large gong and the match is officially started. Abbigail runs toward Montgomery on the mat and drops a rolling knee drop over her rib-cage taking the wind right out of her opponent.
Scott Slade: Well it looks like Abbigail isn’t wasting any time. Remember these two faced off against each other not too long ago in a very competitive and close match where Gabrielle snagged the victory.
Chris Rodgers: Don’t worry Spank Tube fans! If she’s done it once! She can do it again!
Scott Slade: ...disgusting… Spank Tube? What are you? A teenager?
Dresden picks up Montgomery and sizes her up before giving her a stiff slap in the chest that echo’s through the Rungrado. The blow stuns the quirky porn star and Abbigail then follows it up with a standing drop kick that takes Montgomery down to the ring mat again. Dresden then jumps onto Gabrielle and begins pummeling her with right hands to the face. She then jumps to her feet and gives the Koreans booing her the one finger salute.
Scott Slade: Look at the attitude coming from Dresden! She is fired up!
Chris Rodgers: The adrenaline is coursing through her system. All that training with Valora is now coming out without a conscious effort. I’ve seen it before… in military combat. Ms. Montgomery is in serious trouble!
Scott Slade: Perhaps her fight or flight instinct will kick in soon. I find it almost concerning how unaffected she’s been by the situation we find ourselves in.
Dresden walks back over to Gabrielle ready to pummel her some more when she sits up and grabs Dresden by dragging her out of the ring and down onto the floor near the Acid Tub. The two land both on their feet and a brawl begins which Montgomery wins with a lucky shot that lands dead set center on Abbigails nose and sends her stumbling back. Gabrielle tries to take advantage of her offensive success, but walks right into a knife edge chop from Abbigail. The two begin exchanging chops back and forth firing up the blood thirsty crowd in attendance. The back and forth exchange comes to an end with Gabrielle kicking Dresden in the gut and executing a decent DDT. Dresden’s head smacks the floor concrete and she slumps onto the floor as Montgomery lays on her back trying to catch her breath.
Chris Rodgers: These two never seem to disappoint when matched up against each other, it’s almost a tragedy that this will be the last time will ever see these two go head to head.
Scott Slade: The rivalry ends tonight here in North Korea without a doubt! Montgomery is getting back up on her feet and she might be looking finish this!
Gabrielle picks Abbigail up off of the floor and leans her toward the acid tub. Abbigail’s hair dips into the acid and begins to dissolve in front of her eyes instantly. Montgomery tries to shove her in, but Dresden elbows Gabrielle in the ribs and then hits a massive jaw breaker. Both fighters lay on the floor once again breathing heavily near the same tub. Abbigail is the first to her feet and she grabs Gabrielle by her long caramel colored hair and drags her up on her feet and then hits her with a devastating hay-maker that sends her stumbling toward the vat of acid. The Ultimate Wrestling diva tries to catch the edge with both her hands, but the sweat on her palms causes her left hand to slip and her whole left arm goes into the vat.
Chris Rodgers: No! NOOOOOOOOO! Ms. Montgomery!!!
Scott Slade: Gabrielle Montgomery’s left arm just went into the acid!
The spectators let out a roar as Montogomery pulls her arm out almost as fast as it went in revealing a bloody and acid burnt flesh of an extremity that quickly looks to be decomposing at a hyper rate. Gabrielle screams in horror at the shock of the rotting flesh of her arm as the pain finally begins to register in her pain receptors of her brain. Dresden hesitates for a moment feeling guilty for what she’s done to Gabrielle, but then remembering the words of mentor she moves in for the kill to put her out of her misery. Dresden moves in up from behind and tries to grab Montgomery by the head in order to snap her neck. The Diva’s martial arts training however saves her life and she’s able to reach back and grab Dresden by her hair flipping her over her back onto the rigid floor.
Chris Rodgers: Ms. Montgomery is continuing on! The flesh is literally falling off of her right arm as I speak!
Scott Slade: She’s not going to be able to fight for too much long Chris. That arm needs to be amputated and she sorely needs medical treatment that I doubt she’ll receive here in the prisons where they’ve been keeping us.
Chris Rodgers: Are you trying to crush my hopes and dreams Scott? You don’t understand! For some of us, her movies are all we got! I don’t know what will do without her!
Scott Slade: That is sad on so many levels…
Montgomery backs up and hunches over favoring her injured arm while she waits for Abbigail to get back on her feet. She then sprints at her and nails her with a spear and they both smack the acid container together. The impact causes some of the acid to spill onto the both of them which easily burns through their clothing and skin. Both women scream and roll around in pain on the concrete floor as the crowd chants “Death to Americans” unrelentingly driving the point home that their lives mean nothing to them.
Scott Slade: Oohh what a spear!
Chris Rodgers: It looks like some of that acid splashed onto both of them when they hit the vat! They’re both hurting from that act of desperation from Ms. Montgomery!
At this point with no way to neutralize the acid Gabrielle’s bones and tendons are now starting to become visible from her bloody appendage as both women struggle back up onto their feet. Gabrielle slowly walks over and gives Dresden a disrespectful slap in the face with her good arm that sends her over into the guard railing. The Korean fans push Dresden back into Montgomery who grabs her opponent and tries to DDT Dresden with her good arm, but the young tag team champion blocks the maneuver and then belly to belly suplexes her onto the floor. Abbigail then climbs back up onto the ring mat and then makes her way up onto the top of the turnbuckle while Montgomery lay’s motionless on the floor.
Scott Slade: What on earth is Dresden doing!
Chris Rodgers: She’s looking to end this thing with a big move!
Dresden leaps off the top rope and lands a massive swanton bomb onto Montgomery on the floor annihilating her. The crowd lets out a roar as all of the air leaves Gabrielle’s lungs on impact. Abbigail rolls off of her onto her stomach arching her back in pain from the force of the impact.
Scott Slade: She connected! Ms. Montgomery has been crushed on the outside!
Chris Rodgers: No! No! She can’t give up! She can’t I tell you!
Abbigail’s struggles to her feet and picks up Montgomery by legs and torso and carries her over to the nearest acid vat. She stands with Gabrielle in her arms and after making peace with what she’s about to do raises the former porn star up above her head in a gorilla press and then drops her entire body into the vat. The spectators let out a roar of approval as Dresden backs away stumbling instantly regretting her actions as her opponent floats to the top dissolving rapidly before her eyes.
Chris Rodgers: NOOO!!!! NO! DAMNIT! NO!
Scott Slade: Oh my...I think I’m going to vomit again… viewers turn away this is one of the most appalling and nauseating things I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Ms. Montgomery is gone…
The emperor sounds the gong signifying Dresden as the winner as the referee makes his way over to her and raises her hand in the air signaling her as the victor of the battle. Resistance by Skillet starts to play over the sound system as Abbigail begins to burst into tears falling to her knees in despair. Valora rushes out to her from the back stage helps her up with Abishag. They take her back up the ramp for whatever medical treatment that they can get with the DMZ escorting them.
Scott Slade: It may take a life time for Abbigail and the rest of our roster to come to terms with what they’ve had to do here tonight in the Rungrado. There is no doubt in my mind that the images of Gabrielle dissolving in that acid will haunt Abbigail Dresden for the rest of her life Chris. Chris… ladies gentlemen Chris Rodgers is unable to speak at this time…
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The main camera cuts back to the stage as the Ultimate Wrestling crew along with some help from the soldiers at ringside finish erecting the steel cage for the next match. Four large generators are then wheeled out to ringside and connected to each side of the structure. The soldiers then fire them up electrifying the enclosure. A loud hum echoes throughout the arena as the electricity pulsates through the fencing’s metallic mesh. “Ich Will” by Rammstein begins to play on the sound system as Kronin Reinhardt walks out onto the stage to an onslaught of boos and taunts like the rest of his Ultimate Wrestling compatriots. The German looks cool, calm, and collected as he makes his way down the aisle toward the electrified steel cage.
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Scott Slade: What is going through Reinhardt’s head right now? He’s seen two of his roster mates get taken out in body bags and now he’s stepping into a match where even the slightest touch of the cage could be enough to kill him.
Chris Rodgers: I think right now the only thing he’s thinking about is whoever his opponent is and how to execute the game plan he needs so he can get out of this thing alive. The man has a systematic mind and an uncanny ability to disassociate himself with his human emotions. I’ve done some digging into his military career and the more I learn about this man the more I respect him.
The cage door is opened by the referee who is wearing rubber boots and gloves. Once inside the ring Kronin’s music is cut off and “A Greater Call” by Cult of Luna begins to play on the sound system and out walks the human kraken hybrid mutant known only as “Brother Buzi” out onto the stage. The North Koreans stare at him closely confused by his appearance.
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Chris Rodgers: So Buzi will be his opponent!
Scott Slade: For months now we’ve been stating that Buzi wears a mask on his face… however after the things we’ve seen here tonight and the ink job he gave Jeremiah Vastrix… I’m starting to have my doubts. Perhaps he’s some sort of bio-engineered experiment of Doctor Summeroffs.
Chris Rodgers: If whatever that Belial thing was can exist in this world then anything is possible. Then again, it could just be a life like mask with cybernetics built into much like what Jeremiah Vastrix was wearing months ago.
Scott Slade: Mask or not, this is a man who is known in the wrestling world for being one of the best at one time.
Chris Rodgers: One of the best, but it was years ago… the man has been in retirement for years. Kronin however isn’t a young man himself ether. I have feeling this will be an even fight between the two men who have established themselves as true fighters inside the squared circle.
Buzi walks up to the steel cage door and steps inside the electrified steel structure. The door is sealed behind him and the Korean spectator’s excitement grows into a loud fever pitch. The two combatants stare at each other and circle one another in the center of the ring. Then suddenly the two men lock up in the center of the ring thrusting their weight into each other with all their strength. The two deadlock clearly equal on muscular power. Buzi uses his tentacles though to take advantage of the situation and slides two tips up the nose of Kronin. The sensation disorientates Kronin and it allows Buzi to get the edge and hip toss the big German onto his back.
Scott Slade: Look at that, already the mutation or the mask coming into the play!
Chris Rodgers: The German back on his feet already and the two lock up again! Oh Buzi pulls him in and locks him into a head lock!
Kronin quickly uses his upper body strength and lifts up Buzi by his midsection and back body slams him into the mat breaking the headlock and scoring a big blow. The fans let out a roar enjoying the display from both big men’s power centric style of wrestling. Kronin gets his feet first and Buzi shortly follows, but finds himself on the receiving end of a monstrous big boot to the face. The blow sends him stumbling toward the cage, but the experienced fighter catches the top ring rope and stops himself just in time. Kronin moves in from behind, grabs Buzi from the middle of his waist, and German Suplexes him back toward the center of the ring.
Chris Rodgers: Fantastic stuff from Kronin! However I think he had a chance there to put Buzi in the cage and he opted to bring the fight away from the fencing.
Scott Slade: Buzi struggling to his feet, but Kronin won’t let go, and OH! Follow up German Suplexe!
Chris Rodgers: He’s dragging him back up for a third!
Kronin suplexes Buzi for a third time and then the two men lay on the mat breathing heavily. Buzi clearly feeling the pain as Kronin tries to regain some stamina after expelling a tremendous amount of energy. After a good thirty seconds Kronin gets back onto his feet and whips back his long black hair before wiping the sweat from his brow. The German then moves in to follow up his attack on Buzi when he spots the cult follower beginning to stir and regain his composure. The German ruthlessly grabs his Kraken faced opponent by his tentacles and viciously pulls him up onto his feet. Buzi lets out a weird scream as Kronin pulls him up onto his feet. Kronin pulls him in and tries to hit a massive haymaker, but Buzi blocks it and then kicks the German in the gut. Buzi then lunges in and grabs Kronin by his head and nails a stunner in the center of the ring igniting the spectators into a frenzy.
Scott Slade: Oh man! A stunner from Buzi!
Chris Rodgers: And now they’re both on the mat again!
Scott Slade: Incredible stuff!
Buzi crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself up weakened by the initial beating from the German. With Kronin still laid out on the mat, Buzi runs over and drops the legendary Buzi leg drop of Abyss onto Reinhardt’s chest and throat. The fans erupt in a roar again as Buzi pops up and absorbs the energy of the crowd for the first time in years. He then begins to pump his arms in the air signaling to the Koreans that he’s about to gorilla press Kronin.
Chris Rodgers: The squid looks like he’s looking to finish this thing Scotty! God help Reinhardt because he’s about to enter a world of pain!
Buzi picks up Kronin off of the mat and then lifts him up over his head in a full press. He then begins to bench press the big German showing off his incredible strength before tossing Kronin into the right side of the steel cage. Kronin’s body hits the cage and is then blasted by an epic electrical explosion that sends him hurtling back to the mat. Kronin's body contorts and shakes uncontrollably as the electrical burns up and down his body pulsate and sizzle.
Scott Slade: Ohhh! That looked devastating and yet Kronin stills seems to be breathing Chris.
Chris Rodgers: Every nerve ending in his body has to be on fire right now Scott. I honestly don’t know how that jolt didn’t stop his heart!
Buzi stares down at the German as Reinhardt fights to his knees before vomiting onto the ring mat. Buzi grows confident and kicks Kronin in the face laying him out onto his side. Buzi then walks over and drags Kronin up by his long black hair. He then puts Kronin’s head between his legs and sets up for a power bomb only to have the stubborn German fight back and back body drop him onto the canvas. Kronin stumbles over to the turnbuckle away from Buzi to catch a breather and regain some of his senses.
Chris Rodgers: Wow! Can you believe the resilience of this man!
Scott Slade: This is life or death Rodgers! Kronin is not the type of man to just give up!
As Buzi gets back to his feet Kronin keeps an eye on him and then jut’s out of nowhere and smacks Buzi in the face with a standing side kick to the face that sends him stumbling sideways into the turnbuckle. Kronin then sprints at him, leaps into the air, and nails him with a huge splash which sends the spectators into a frenzy. Buzi collapses out of the corner and onto the mat gasping for air and his facial tentacles droop on the mat limp.
Chris Rodgers: I think Buzi is running out of gas and he hasn’t even taken a trip into the electrified cage yet. This is not looking good for the Blob worshiper.
Scott Slade: Perhaps age is playing a part here. We can only speculate but we believe him to be somewhere in the range of 45 to 60 years of age.
Kronin drags Buzi up by the head and back onto his feet. He then slams his face into the steel cage. The electrical shock blasts Buzi back and he collapses to the mat onto his back with his squid face badly burnt and smoke rising up off his mollusk skin.
Chris Rodgers: Damn! That is one fried Calamari!
Scott Slade: That had to have rocked Buzi unconscious. He looks like he’s still breathing, but he hasn’t moved a muscle since he landed on the mat!
Kronin looks down at his opponent and then toward the Korean spectators egging him on to finish his opponent. He shakes his head clearly disgusted by their blood lust before moving in for the kill on Buzi. Once again he pulls Buzi up by his tentacles and then lifts the fighter up onto his shoulder and begins carrying him over toward the caging. Once at the ropes he drops Buzi in-between them and the metal of the cage trapping him against it. Instantly Buzi body begins to contort and smoke as thousands of Watt’s of energy pour through his body. Kronin backs up and then turns around not wanting to watch the man suffer as his body begins to burn.
Chris Rodgers: It’s over! Buzi is done! Stick a fork in him! That’s one less freakazoid Blob worshiper for us to worry about!
Scott Slade: For God sakes the man is dead! Someone turn off the generators! The smell is stomach-turning!
The Emperor sounds the gong and “Ich Will” by Ramestine begins to play over the speakers. Kronin is declared the winner as the Generators are shut down and the cage door is opened. Abishag rushes down from the ramp with tears in his eyes and his face red with anger cursing Kronin.
Scott Slade: My god! It’s Abishag!
Chris Rodgers: He looks in an especially bad mood. That was one of his closes brothers who just bit the big one!
Scott Slade: He’s… he’s coming for Kronin! I bet who ever decided it was a good idea to allow Valora and Abishag access to ringside is regretting it now!
A cluster of soldiers surround Abishag in the aisle with their guns drawn, but the big man barrels through them knocking them over and ignores their orders and threats. Kronin sees the big man coming and the two begin slugging it out like lunatics unhinged throwing wild hay-makers. The Koreans love every second of it as more soldiers rush down from the aisle way carrying tranquilizer rifles. Once midway down the ramp they stop and point their weapons at the Brawling Abishag and Kronin and fire on them repeatedly until both men succumb to the drug and collapse to the floor.
Chris Rodgers: Those two should be very thankful those were tranquilizer darts and not bullets. The only reason they’re alive right now is because Emperors people want to see them fight.
Scott Slade: Well it looks like we’ve only got one match left for this horrific night. Valora Salinas will take on one of her biggest rivals in Walter Reagan.
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The main camera shifts back to the center ring where we see the Korean soldiers wrapping the ring ropes in petrol soaked rags. In the center of the ring stands a metallic ladder with a red colored tank of gas sitting underneath it. Hanging up above the ladder is military grade flamethrower dangling a few feet above the top rung. Emperor Kim Jong-Un looks down at the work being done clearly anticipating the following match up. Just as the soldiers are finished the crowd noise is canceled out by sound of “Bring It” by Trapt starting to play thunderously over the stadium speakers. Valora Salinas walks out onto the stage with a chip on her shoulder and the Ultimate Wrestling Franchise title around her waist. The North Koreans are surprisingly respectful to the American champion choosing not to boo her like the rest of the Ultimate Wrestling roster.
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Scott Slade: There she is the Franchise Champion! One of the toughest competitors ever to grace the squared circle and tonight she’s being forced to put her life on the line in one of the most twisted death matches ever conceived.
Chris Rodgers: Last night we were informed that Valora would be pitted against Walter Reagan who was viciously attacked by Kim Ji-Min in the holding cell across from us. The man is no condition to fight and is walking into an execution! It ain’t right damn it!
Valora makes her way down the aisle and over to the steel steps. She climbs up onto the ring apron and then steps inside the ring. Her music then cuts as the U.S National Anthem begins to play at an almost eardrum piercing level. The Koreans are forced to cover their ears as Walter Reagan walks out onto the stage slowly. The fans boo him heavily as he makes his way down the ramp cursing at the Koreans nearest to him and laughing at them.
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Scott Slade: Well Kim Ji-Min may have crushed his scrotum, but she didn’t crush his spirit Chris!
Chris Rodgers: What a patriotic moment! The man is here to do battle and represent our nation!
Once inside the ring the soldiers on the outside grab large torches and set the petrol soaked rags ablaze which catches the attention of everyone in the building including the two fighters. The Emperor sounds his gong and the match is officially started. Both fighters move in with a built in killer instinct that’s been drilled into them over the course of their lives. They meet in the center of the ring exchanging rights and lefts with fire blazing all around them on all four sides. The weakened Walter is the first to flinch and is backed up against the turnbuckle with the flames scorching the hairy backs of his arms. The burns cause him to jump out of the corner and right into Valora who hooks his head and drives him into the ring mat with an expertly executed DDT. The fans erupt as smoke from the rubber ropes trails upward into the rafters of the Rangrado stadium.
Scott Slade: Valora Salinas has come right out from the sound of the gong and has taken the fight to Walter Reagan!
Chris Rodgers: Come on Walter! You got to fight back man!
Valora gets back on her feet and grabs the gas can from under the ladder, but as she turns around she finds Walter has just gotten back on his feet and she ends up absorbing a tough kick to gut from him. Reagan follows it up with a swinging neck breaker that drops them both to the mat with the gas can in-between them. Both fighters struggle to get to their feet and both reach for the gas can at the same time and begin fighting over it in a crazy tug of war. Walter rips the gas can away from Valora using his superior upper body strength, but Valora thinks fast and drops kicks him in the chest crushing the gas can in the process. The blow causes the fuel to gush out of the top of the container and into Walters face blinding him and soaking his hair and shirt.
Scott Slade: Oh no! Walter has just been covered in gasoline people! This does not look good for the Desert Storm veteran!
Chris Rodgers: Damn it! If he even slightly touches a flame now it’s over!
Scott Slade: Valora Salinas is fighting like a warrior possessed. It’s almost as if she’s feeding off the adrenaline rush of knowing that this could be her final moments!
Chris Rodgers: That’s because she’s a sick twisted bitch! Just like I’ve been saying for months!
As Walter is getting back up onto his feet, Valora attempts a stiff Savate kick which Walter miraculously catches inches from his face. He then flips Valora onto her front while still holding her Ankle and locks her into an Ankle submission hold. Walter screams like an absolute psycho frightening the Koreans in the front rows as Valora cries in extreme distress from the hold.
Chris Rodgers: That’s what I’m talking about Walter!
Scott Slade: Reagan going to work on Valora’s Ankle. He’s looking for some sort of equalizer here. As we stated the man is not 100%.
Walter is forced to release the hold when Valora kicks him straight in the face with her free foot breaking his nose. Walter falls on the mat and Valora wow’s the spectators with standing moonsault on a clearly injured ankle and lands onto the chest of Reagan knocking the wind out of him. She then gets to her feet and limps over to the ladder ascending it to the top for the flamethrower hanging above it.
Scott Slade: Valora is heading up that ladder! She wants to finish this thing!
Chris Rodgers: Come on Walter! You got to get up man!
Scott Slade: Reagan starting to stir, but Valora is almost to the top of this 12 foot ladder!
Walter regains his composure while lying on the mat and see’s Valora has reached the top the ladder and is stretching upward for the flame thrower. He instantly gets to his feet and dives at the ladder knocking it over. Valora falls off the ladder and her head whacks the burning ring ropes igniting her long thick black hair. The fans roar as she crashes to the mat with her hair aflame burning her scalp and face as she swats at it with her arms in sheer panic. She then instinctively begins roll on the ring mat and is able to put out what’s left of her hair.
Chris Rodgers: Good God, Valora somehow managed to put those flames on her head out! She’s hurt though! You can see it in her eyes! Now is your chance Walter! Finish her!
Walter doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of Valora in her injured state and he grabs the fallen ladder turns it around using it as weapon hitting her in the ribs multiple times before tossing it aside. Valora looks in a world of pain as the big six foot six, 300 pound big man picks her up. The smell of burnt hair is nauseating as Walter throws her over his shoulder and then tomahawk slams her into the ring mat. The fans let out a roar as the big man gets up and beats his chest like a barbaric cave man after a successful hunt.
Scott Slade: The momentum in this match has completely swung in the favor of Walter Reagan. I’m sure many of Valora’s fans who are still with us and watching are very concerned right now. My heart goes out to all of you.
Chris Rodgers: That right Walter! You got this baby!
Scott Slade: What is a matter with you? Someone is going to die!
Chris Rodgers: You won’t see me shedding a tears for that Feminazi!
Slade shakes his head and breathes a sigh of frustration as Walter sets up the ladder again and begins ascending up toward the flame thrower. The rubber on the rings ropes at this point has completely burned away and the fire around the ring has gone out. Only there skeletal bare metal wiring is left as Walter gets to the top of the ladder and pulls the flamethrower free from cabling it’d been hanging by. Valora has managed somehow to get to her feet as Walter fires the flame thrower at her, she barely dives out the away of the burst of flame narrowly being burned alive. Walter tries to turn around to adjust for another burst, but the quick thinking Valora rams the ladder with her shoulder knocking it over. The force is so great that Walter rides down with the ladder. The ladder hits the rope wire which swings Walter down toward the concrete with even more velocity outside of the ring. The flame thrower takes the brunt of the hit and explodes on impact into a giant fireball engulfing Walter from head to toe in fuel and flames. The explosion is so big that even some of the spectators in the first row are injured and burned.
Chris Rodgers: No! Walter! NOOOOOOO!
Scott Slade: Valora has done it! She lives to fight another day! My God there are people hurt and Walter is literally burning alive! Looks as if the flame thrower exploded when Walter hit the floor.
Chris Rodgers: Why…. How… The man was a damn war hero for fuck sake!
Walters had gotten up and attempted to put out the flames, but eventually collapsed to the floor dead. The smell causes many in attendance to vomit as the gong is sounded by the Emperor and “Bring It” by Trapt starts to play over the sound speakers inside the Rungrado. Soldiers surround Valora in the ring and handcuff her not wanting another situation like the one that took place with Abishag and Kronin earlier. They then escort her out of the ring and march her up the ramp and into the backstage area.
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Scott Slade: Well it looks like the horrors are tonight are finally over. God helps us all if this is just the start of what is to come.
Chris Rodgers: Please Mr. McStrump save us! Do something!
The live feed is cut by the North Koreans and Chris and Scott are removed out of their commentary table and taken back to their holding cells. The spectators begin to file out of the Rungrado as they leave to go back to their ordinary lives.
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Washington D.C. - 5 Hours after the events of Death Sport.
The sound of the photographers and reporters firing off questions in random obnoxious cacophony could be heard for half a mile as the U.S. President Ronald McStrump exited the White House and made his way toward the podium set up for him to address the media. Once at the podium the President ignored the reporters’ questions and launched straight into shouting his address at them.
McStrump: EXCUSE ME! As of a few hours ago we realized that over 30 M.O.X Ultimate Wrestling employees have been taken prisoner by the North Korean Government and have been subjected to extreme forms of torture. Mr. Rupert Mudcock had made arrangements with the Emperor to put on a show for his people and he was taken advantage of for his kindness. His wrestlers are being forced to fight in an inhumane tournament of death and there already have been causalities.
The reporters once again go into a question frenzy but the President continues to talk over them not giving an inch.
McStrump: For months since my tremendous administration took power we have had deal with nuclear war threats and many of our allies have had to live in fear due to their nuclear missile tests. If Rocket Man has a death wish for himself and his people we will grant it for him. Emperor Kim has 72 hours to release the Ultimate Wrestling hostages and agree to total denuclearization or he will be on the receiving end of fire and fury the likes of which the world has never SEEN!
The President turns around and marches back into the white house without answering any questions from the media at all.
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