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Post by moonchild on Oct 17, 2019 19:40:51 GMT -5
Washington State: Mt. Vernon
The High Church of the Blob: Formerly the Tiny Lister Memorial Arena…
Brother Janus sat in the platinum chair that was once reserved for Brother Abishag and Doctor Summeroff before him. The chair was clearly ancient and of Gothic origin with aquatic designs running up and down its arms and legs. Strapped to Janus’s head was a sophisticated high tech piece of hardware designed in the shape and aesthetic of an old 19th century deep sea diving helmet. An array of wires ran back to a massive saltwater tank housing the living God known only as the Blob. Janus’s body shook and contorted as he attempted to brace himself for the images their watery master was flooding into his mind. A lesser man would have descended into madness, but not Janus…
An enormous congregation of Mt. Vernon brainwashed Blob worshipers had filled the dimly candle lit church. Shadows from the Gothic aquatic statues danced around the large room like little demons at play. The Blob’s children were all holding hands and whispering strange prayers in ancient Latin to their floating master drawing spiritual energy into the church. Outside an eerie storm had rolled in and the wind was howling through and around the old arena as rain cascaded upon it with unrelenting force. The Mt. Vernon town folk hung their heads low and waited patiently for Brother Janus to speak to them the word of their God.
Janus’s body finally came to a rest and after a few moments of catching his breath, he dislodged the helmet from his head, and stood up facing the Blobs children. Janus placed the helmet down on the metallic arm of the chair and then adjusted his aqua blue robe before making his way down the marble steps of the church’s worshiping chamber. It was clear that the Blob’s children feared for Brother Abishag and were anxious about Dr. Summeroff’s disappearance. To say that they were eagerly awaiting to hear the news that Janus would bring from their Lord would be a severe understatement. Janus cleared his throat and then began to speak to the Blob’s followers.
Janus: Our watery master has shown me many things my brothers and sisters… ALARMING VISIONS OF DARKNESS AND DESTRUCTION!
A simultaneous gasp took hold of the Mt. Vernon town folk who had prayed for good news. Fear now gripped their hearts as they watched Brother Janus shake his head with great frustration at what the Blob had shown him.
Janus: Evil has gripped our family! Hate has worked its way into our brotherhood! Distrust! Death! Betrayal! AND A WARNING OF THE FUTURE! These are the things that I have seen!
A woman in the front pew closest to Janus let out moan and then fainted, collapsing to the floor as the rest gripped their religious texts in fear. Many of the men looked at each knowing that whatever was coming next would likely involve them protecting the Church and the life that they had come to know in the past months since being awakened.
Janus: Brother Buzi... is dead…
The screams of women who’d loved the man echoed through the church as they dropped to their knees in disbelief and burst into tears before they’d even hit the floor. Their hearts broken and their spirits crushed knowing they would never experience the incredible inhuman love making of Buzi’s beautiful tentacles between their legs. It was a sorry sight to behold, but Janus continued on, not willing to hide what he had seen from his brothers and sisters.
Janus: He was forced to fight to the death by the Emperor of North Korea and killed by Kronin Reinhardt! Remember his name! For the Blob wishes him punished by death in due time! Our new Father, Abishag and Brother Abandon along with the rest of Ultimate Wrestling roster now find themselves at the mercy of Kim Jong-Un! He Forces them fight in a lethal tournament known as… Death Sport!
Brother Angelo shouted out to Janus unable to control his anger and rage at what he had heard from his lips. Angelo had been with the Cult for only a year. He was recruited and awoken by Abishag himself and it was clear that what Janus was speaking disturbed him greatly. He clenched his fist and shook uncontrollably as he spoke aloud.
Angelo: We must save our Brother! Why do we waste time here! We cannot let Father Abishag die because of that psychopathic dictator!
Janus turned to Angelo with unblinking eyes and a psychotic look on his face. He was clearly not happy with Angelo’s uninvited outburst. Tensions between the elder Blob worshipers had been running high since the day Abishag left and today this anxiety was finally coming to a head.
Janus: No! Abishag has betrayed us all!
The congregation broke into chaos and the Blobs children shouted out obscenities at Janus not wanting to believe his words. A surprised and shocked expression came over Brother Angelo’s face. He knew this could only lead to more chaos within the congregation.
Janus: SILIENCE! THE BLOB HAS SHOWN ME THE TRUTH! ABISHAG HAS TURNED HIS BACK ON US ALL! FIRST HE ATTACKED OUR REAL FATHER! DOCTOR SUMMEROFF HIMSELF! THE DOCTOR NOW LIES LOCKED AWAY IN THE COMPOUND CLINGING TO LIFE ONLY PRESERVED BY OUR MASTERS FLUIDS!
The commotion instantly stopped and silence took hold of the Blob’s children who looked at Janus horrified at his last statement, their only comfort, that the good doctor had finally been found.
Janus: Abishag is a broken man! He has given up on our lord and our work! Even now he fails to reach out to us and warn us of the Emperors plan to wipe not only us off the face of this planet, but entire west coast of North America! No! He dreams of Toad River and a selfish life of peace!
Panic begins to take hold of the congregation as the reality of nuclear annihilation begins to set in. Many of the remaining women have gone completely hysterical along with some of the younger men with many years left to live. The thoughts of themselves being vaporized from existence plagued their very sanity.
Janus: DO NOT FEAR MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS! THE BLOB HAS SEEN TO OUR PROTECTION AND OUR PRESERVATION! THE ALL POWERFUL ONE WILL HARNESS ENOUGH LIFE FORCE TO SAVE US ALL WITH A FORCE FIELD THE LIKES OF WHICH THE WORLD HAS NEVER SEEN! A TRUE MIRACLE OF BIBLICAL PROPORTIONS! ONE THAT WILL MAKE MOSSES PARTING THE RED SEA LOOK LIKE PATHETIC CHILD'S PLAY!
Angelo: Life force? How many lives must we sacrifice to save our land and our homes? What is this blood price you speak of? I refuse to sacrifice the Blobs children to save these things! We should evacuate now if what you say is true!
Janus without hesitation pulled a gun from his robe and discharged his fire arm planting a bullet right between the eyes of Brother Angelo splattering his brain into the row of pews behind him and soiling many of congregation in the process. Angelo collapsed to the floor dead with blood pooling around him on the ground. The congregation was frozen in fear as they watched as Janus walked back up the marble steps and behind the Blobs large tank. A dark curtain lay drawn over where the Blobs communion alter that resided for weekly Friday mass. Janus took hold of an old rope before turning to the people behind him in order to address them.
Janus: The words I speak are the words of our God! Now if Brother Angelo would have waited to question our saviors plan, he would know that the Sacrifices needed for our master to protect us have already been acquired!
Janus with one hard tug of a large rope pulled the large curtain apart to reveal thirty two U.S government agents and Ronald McStrump Jr. himself shackled and gauged behind it. They had been sent to steal the Blob under President McStrump’s direct orders and it had gone horribly wrong. Janus had taken them captive after he had flooded the Brotherhoods compound with Blob nerve agent.
Janus: Behold! The thirty three souls needed to protect our lives, our homes, and the life we’ve built here in this holy land of Mt. Vernon! Rejoice my children! For our watery savior will save us all!
The congregation almost unanimously screamed out “Praise Blob” and bowed down to the watery lord thanking him for saving their meager existence. A smile came over Janus as he turned around to face Ronald Jr. who’d had begun weeping uncontrollably like a baby.
Janus: Fear not my child! Even though you’ve failed your father, your pointless existence in this universe will finally serve its true purpose tonight! Ha! HAHAHAHA! MUHAHAHAHAHA!
The scene fades to black. Roll intro…
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Scott Slade and Chris Rodgers stepped out onto the main entrance stage inside the packed Rungrado followed by a group of North Korean soldiers pointing guns at their backs. Both men looked as if they’d been put through hell and were still shackled at the wrist and ankles for security measures. Emperor Kim watched them closely from his golden throne up high in his private balcony as they were marched to their commentary desk and forced to sit down. The two soldiers directly behind them holstered their fire arms and walked over to the cameras in order to turn them on. A hand signal from one of the soldiers was given to the Ultimate Wrestling commentators to let them know the live feed had been started.
Scott Slade: Well… for those of you who are sick enough to still be watching this vile disgusting tournament on the dark web, welcome to the second round of the Death Sport tournament. I’m Scott Slade and this is my cellmate and co-host Chris Rodgers. For the last week we’ve been held as prisoners of the Emperor himself and tortured while also being forced to broadcast this abomination of an event!
Chris Rodgers: Mr. McStrump if you can hear me! Please! Get us out of here! If I have to spend one more night listening to Scott crying I’m going to lose my mind!
Scott Slade: What is your problem man? Do you not get what’s going to happen to us after they don’t need us anymore?
Chris Rodgers: Just focus on your job as a journalist and quit your whining! Viewers, tonight we see Valora Salinas take on Davey Boy O’Brien in a firing squad, over top rope, battle royal! First fighter to go over the top rope is executed on the spot! If you ask me, after the carnage we saw last week… it’s a pretty humane way to go…
Scott Slade: At least it will be quick… I can agree with you there Chris.
Chris Rodgers: After that Kronin Reinhardt takes on the one and only Huckleberry in a battle for the antidote match. Apparently both men have been poisoned and only one will attain the cure tonight!
Scott Slade: Who knows what kind of shit they’ve injected into those poor athletes!
Chris Rodgers: Again Scott, compared to last week, poison seems like an easy way out. Perhaps these athletes have earned a quick death in the Emperor’s eyes?
Scott Slade: I doubt it… something is up…
Chris Rodgers: After that a Bull Shark tank battle royal. The emperor has filled the Olympic size pool that was used last round for the boiling pool match with hungry man eating sharks! As you may have guessed, the first one to end up in the water will be torn to shreds and eaten alive.
Scott Slade: That sounds more like the Emperor’s style…
Chris Rodgers: In the final match of the night, Takuma Sato will take on whatever is left of Jeremiah Vastrix in a… a blood and sand match?
Scott Slade: I’ve asked, it appears the Emperor is a big fan of the series Spartacus. Both competitors will fight in a gladiator pit with Roman style weapons to the death.
Chris Rodgers: Wow… well that should be something that will be ingrained in our minds for the rest of our lives. Will have to see how Jeremiah handles only getting visual input from his one cybernetic after having been blinded permanently by Belial in there match in the first round.
Scott Slade: I have no idea what it’s like to see through a cybernetic eye alone, but judging by the edge it’s given him in matches in the past, I would think he can see somewhat well out of it. Still to be without a human eye must be extremely disorienting.
Chris Rodgers: No doubt about it Scott. The PTS alone must be excruciating. Plus he’s going to be vulnerable from his blind spot.
Scott shook his head in disbelief while looking at his partner with a somber look. It was clear both men have been suffering greatly watching the athletes that they’d gotten to know over the year be killed off one by one in front of them. The Emperor stood up and sounded his ancient gong signifying the start of the second round. The people in the arena began to cheer and become livelier as bookies attempted to take bet’s placed by the men in attendance.
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A group of soldiers made their way down the entrance ramp and surrounded all four sides of the ring with rifles in their hands. Rich Relando, who had not been seen since his protest of the event at the start of the first round, entered the ring while smoking a cigarette. His hands were clearly shaking from the stress of the torture he’d been put through since he was dragged away by the North Korean soldiers. His classic white suit had been torn to shreds and it was covered in blood, along with his matching fedora that was also terribly bent. As he put the cigarette out on the ring mat with the bottom of his shoe, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small voice modulator. He placed it against his voice box, which had been severely injured by one of the soldiers who clobbered the man right in the throat with a nightstick. A very robotic like voice started to announce the first match to the people in attendance.
Relando: From… Los… Angelos…. California…. Weighing…. In… at… one… hundred… fifty… five... pounds….she…is…Ultimate…Wrestling…Frachise…Champion… VALORA! SALINAS!
Chris Rodgers: My god they’ve ruined that poor man’s beautiful voice forever!
Scott Slade: They’ve ruined his career Chris… quite depressing if you ask me…
“Bring IT” by Trapt hits the sound system and Valora Salinas walked out onto the stage with a determined look on her face and the Ultimate Wrestling Franchise title belt around her waist. The North Koreans seemed to have taken a liking to her and her extremely violent style inside the ring. Valora made her way down the ramp and shoved her way past the military personal at ringside. She then slid into the ring and quickly got back on her feet. Valora then walked over to the corner of the wrestling ring facing Kim’s throne and climbed up the turnbuckle before unstrapping the Franchise title from her waist. She lifted it high in the air and pounded her chest at the North Korean Dictator defiantly.
Scott Slade: Valora clearly not intimidated by this whole situation and it seems like she wants Kim to know it Chris.
Chris Rodgers: That woman is a demon Rich. If the Emperor’s smart, he’ll have one of his men take her out now and be done with it. Quick bullet to the head…
Scott Slade: Oh okay, I get it. You’re still upset about Walter…
Chris Rodgers: You’re damn right I am!
Valora’s music cuts off and “Baker Street” by Gerry Rafferty begins to play on the sound system inside the Rungrado. A beat up and withered looking Davey-Boy O’Brien walks out onto the stage. It’s clear that his disobedience and refusal to end the life of his opponent in the first round had garnered him quite a beating in his prison cell.
Rich Relando: And… her… opponent… from… John… O’Groats… Caithness… Scotland… weighing…. In…. at… one…. hundred…. ninety-three… pounds… DAVEY!... O!... BRIEN!
The Scot makes his way down the aisle and up the steel steps into the ring. It’s clear to everyone that he is not a hundred percent. Valora sporting a new short choppy haircut and some severe burns on her scalp, face, and neck walks over to Davey and extends her hand in good sportsmanship just as the Emperor sounds his gong to officially start the match. Davey moves in to shake Valora’s hand, but without warning Valora kicks him in the gut, and DDT’s him in the center of the ring. The dirty play fires up the crowd into a frenzy.
Scott Slade: What the hell?
Chris Rodgers: Look at that bitch! A life or death match and she takes a cheap shot on a guy like Davey O’Brien? Total self-preservation! She’ll do anything to get an edge!
Scott Slade: That was dark… even for Valora…
Chris Rodgers: This place has changed her Rich! It’s brought out the real Valora! Not the one watered down by American society, but the animal that she hides deep inside! She only lets it out when she needs to, but it’s always there!
Valora quickly goes on the attack and mounts Davey, unleashing a series of hard punches straight to his face before picking him up, and slinging him into the ropes. O’Brien bounces off of the ropes and Valora catches him with a powerful drop kick to the upper body. The impact takes the young Scot to the mat hard with a thud and the crowd lets out a roar. Both fighters get to their feet at about the same time and Valora comes at Davey again, but this time Davey intercepts her mid move, and delivers a massive spine buster in the center of the ring. Davey shoots up with the adrenaline pumping through his veins and runs over to the ropes, leaps up onto the top rope, and spring boards off of it backwards hitting an amazing moonsault on Valora that wows all the North Koreans in attendance.
Chris Rodgers: What a move by O’Brien!
Scott Slade: They know what this means… two enter, only one leaves… they’re giving it everything they got Chris!
Chris Rodgers: Just look at these soldiers Scott, they’ve got their rifles out, aimed, and their fingers on the trigger. They are not messing around and as soon as one these fighters hits the floor it’s going to be over in a second.
Chris Rodgers: No doubt about it Scotty, they won’t hesitate, not even for a moment.
O’Brien picks up Valora from what’s left of her burnt black hair and attempts to get her to her feet, but Valora low blows him with her forearm between his legs. She then stands up and shatters Davey’s ear drums with a nasty ear clap. The blow disorients the little Scot and sends him wobbling back. Valora moves in for the kill and grabs both of Davey’s arms with her forearms. She then spins Davey around, putting all of the Scot’s weight on her back. The Koreans begin to roar as Salinas lifts Davey up into the air onto her back and then drops him on his spine with a sit down Verta-Breaker.
Chris Rodgers: Oh man! That may have broken the neck of O’Brien! That was one sick thud!
Scott Slade: A massive verta-breaker! A sensational move by Valora!
Valora gets to her feet with Davey laying on the mat not moving at all. The Koreans scream and chant “Killer” in Korean as Valora picks up Davey into a fireman’s carry and then walks him over to the edge of the ring. Valora then presses O’Brien up into the air and begins to attempt to toss the young Scot out of the ring. Davey shakes off his disorientation just in time and eye-rakes Valora. The last second effort forces her to drop him just inside of the ropes and onto the ring mat to the disappointment of the blood thirsty crowd.
Chris Rodgers: My god! How in the world did Davey get out of that?
Scott Slade: I thought he was out cold or dead. It looked like Valora was trying to make it as humane as possible for him, but Davey’s not going along with that plan.
Chris Rodgers: No way! The master of the head-butt wants to live! Salinas better watch out cause this kid has knack for beating the odds!
Davey gets back to his feet and grabs Valora who is still in a great deal of pain from the fingers that poked both her eyes. O’Brien hooks her head, grabs her by her tights, and delivers a massive snap suplexe that drives Valora’s spine into the ring mat. Valora lets out a scream and arches her back in agony from the severe impact. Davey turns around quickly and locks Valora into a sleeper hold wrapping his muscular arms around her head and neck. Valora however, quickly fights out of it and back to her feet. She then delivers a massive Savat kick to O’Brien’s face that knocks him flat onto his back.
Scott Slade: Valora is just so focused, it’s hard for Davey to keep any momentum going.
Chris Rodgers: She’s smart. In a match like this you can be eliminated at any moment and with what’s at stake here, Valora knows she cannot allow this man to take advantage of her mistakes. She has to counter his progress, stay on him, and find a way to get him over that top rope.
Valora picks up Davey off of the mat and gets him on his feet. She then runs him over towards the ropes and tries to send him over, but Davey catches the top rope halting her attempt. Valora tries to lift him up over the ropes, but catches an Elbow on the chin from Davey for her effort. O’Brien turns around and nails Valora with his signature coast to coast leg drop that takes the Franchise champion off of her feet and onto the canvas.
Chris Rodgers: Fantastic stuff from Davey O’Brien!
Davey bounces off of the ropes and meets Valora in the center of the ring just as she gets to her feet. Valora sprints toward Davey to try and counter his next move, but Davey uses his superior upper body strength to stop Valora and lifts her up into the air. Sadly, before Davey can execute the move he was going for, Valora grabs him by the head with both her legs and takes him down with a head scissors hurricanrana. The fans once again ignite into a ruckus as Valora flips back her scorched short black hair and wipes the sweat from her face.
Scott Slade: Once again Valora puts a stop to Davey’s momentum! What a move!
Chris Rodgers: Considering she is the favorite though you have to give it O’Brien. The kid is really showing us something here tonight!
O’Brien is quick to get back to his feet, and he immediately goes for a spear on Valora, but she leaps up over him doing the splits in the mid-air to avoid the Scottish superstar’s attack. Valora then runs back into the ropes, jumps onto the middle rope, and spring boards off of it trying to hit moonsault on Davey. The Scot however slides under her and avoids it. Valora lands on her feet like an Olympic gymnast and then turns around and runs straight into Davey’s midsection pushing him up against the ropes like football player trying make a tackle. Davey however uses his strength again to lift Valora up onto his shoulders and dumps her over the ropes.
Chris Rodgers: YES!
For a split second it looks like it’s all over for Valora, but at the last moment she finds a way to use her legs to latch onto Davey’s head and neck in the process of falling. With her legs wrapped around him Valora pulls O’Brien over the ropes with her. Valora on her way down manages to grip the middle rope and pulls herself back onto the ring mat, but Davey lands on the floor eliminated from the match. The crowd erupts and starts to chant “Valora” in response to her victory.
Chris Rodgers: No! God damn it! She did it again! I thought Davey had her for sure in that moment!
Scott Slade: I just can’t believe what I just witnessed! What a maneuver! Oh no! Here come the soldiers! I can’t watch this damn it!
Valora pulls herself into the ring to safety as the Emperor sounds his gong signifying the end of the match. She doesn’t look back as the soldiers open fire on Davey riddling him with bullets. One shot after the next hits the young Scottish wrestler that had once showed so much promise.
Chris Rodgers: Jesus Christ! I know I should be used to it by now, but these people act as if they are completely soulless. I just don’t understand how someone can be this inhumane Scott.
Scott Slade: I know it’s probably a waste, but our thoughts and prayers go out to the O’Brien family. I feel like he really was one of the best of us and was well on his way to becoming a champion one day.
“Bring It” by Trapt begins to play in the arena as Valora slides out of the ring and is escorted back up the ramp to the backstage area. The camera man zooms in on the body of O’Brien lying in a pool of his own blood as a stretcher is brought out. The soldiers load him up onto the gurney in a disrespectful manner and then roll him back up the ramp.
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Back in the dark hallway that leads to where to where wrestlers holding cell was located stood Allen Anderson who was fumbling around with a strange looking inhaler with his right hand. The sound of footstep’s and angry Korean being barked echoed in the hallway as Valora Salinas walked out of the shadows and appeared before Allen. The military escort followed slowly behind her with their rifles pointed at her back waiting for her to make the slightest move toward an escape.
Anderson: Congratulation Valora… that was a close one. That feisty little turd of a Scot gave you a real scare there! Must have felt exhilarating…
Valora: If you like, I can show you exactly how it felt Allen…
Anderson looked away from Valora in a disinterested manner as if he was bored with tough girl routine. He was dressed in all black expensive suit and his bald head was cleanly shaven. Allen was a peculiar man and he didn’t try to hide it in front of Valora.
Anderson: Perhaps some other time… I have more important things to attend to tonight. The world will be a very different place by tomorrow… if you live to see it that is.
Valora: Whatever… is this the miracle drug you promised me?
Allen Anderson: Always so concerned with the micro and never the macro…
Anderson handed the inhaler to Valora who began examining it immediately for anything that looked suspicious. It was clear she didn’t trust Anderson, but she was in a tough place with not a whole lot of good options.
Anderson: Remember to tell your little girlfriend to not exceed more than two inhales per 24 hours. The effects could be… well rather unpleasant.
Valora: I thought you said this shit was safe?
Anderson: Oh I assure it’s quite safe… if you follow my instructions. I’m just highly stressing that she not abuse it.
One of the Korean soldiers gave Valora an aggressive nudge with his rifle and forced her to begin moving forward to where the rest of the fighters were being held. The sound of Abishag’s hoarse voice came into range and echoed through the chamber as Allen Anderson disappeared back into the shadows behind Valora.
It was clear to Valora that Abishag had completely lost his mind. All he had done since they’d arrived from hotel to the arena was scream about alternate dimensions, nuclear devastation, and that Vendredi was more than what he seemed. Now he was ranting about Abbigail, Kronin, and herself. Convinced they were being given special treatment by Kim and accusing them of selling out to the North Koreans. Valora entered the holding room where Kronin and Abbigail were waiting for their turn to have to fight. The rest of what was left of the roster was being held in the cage where they had all been detained during the first round of the tournament. Inside was Abishag, Sato, Abandon, and Huckleberry who had been placed in a straitjacket after two failed attempted escapes, and the unconscious Vendredi who had not moved since he was tossed in there with others.
Abishag: Did you hear me? You traitorous cunts? I see that you’ve sold us all down the river for luxuries and who knows what else!
Valora: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BIG CRAZY GRINGO! We’re all tired of hearing your big fucking flapping mouth!
Abisahg: Why don’t you come inside here and make me you bitch!
Valora simply turned to him and smiled in a sinister manner before walking over to Abbigail and tossing her the inhaler given to her by Anderson. Abbigail was so preoccupied with Abishag that she didn’t even see Valora toss the object at her and it hit in her in the face snapping her out of her introspective thought. She looked down at the inhaler and picked it up while Abishag laughed at her. Kronin stared at Valora with a disapproving look on his face.
Valora: You got something to say to me Boy Scout?
Abbigail: What the hell Valora? What is this thing?
Valora: It’s what’s going to help you kill that asshole in the cage. No more than two inhales per 24 hours. Understand me?
Abbigail: I don’t take drugs Valora, you know that… where did you even get this?
Valora: I don’t care about your straight edge bull shit right now Abb’s! You use that fucking inhaler or that psycho is going to make shark chum out of you! I can’t lose you to that fucking asshole! I can’t… I can’t have this happen to me again…I won’t lose you like I lost…
Abishag: WHAT BULLSHIT IS THIS? KOREAN GROWTH HORMONE? YOU THINK THAT SOME CHEMICAL FROM THE KOREANS IS ENOUGH TO SAVE YOU FROM ABISHAG! THE POWER OF THE BLOB RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS YOU INFIDELS!
Abbigail’s fear of Abishag took hold of her and she pressed the inhaler to her lips and squeezed. Her pupils instantly dilated and her eyes became blood red. She instantly could feel her heart racing and her muscles fibers burning.
Valora: How do you feel?
Abbigail: Like… I could rip someone in half…
Kronin shook his head once again disapprovingly at Valora, but at the same time made sure Abbigail did not see his reaction to what had just transpired. He didn’t want to send the girl into a panic attack after having taken a drug with unknown side effects. Abishag bore witness to the whole thing and could tell that Abbigail was not the same girl he had tortured in the ring back in the states.
Abishag: TWO CAN PLAY AT THAT GAME!
At this point Huckleberry felt it was time to try and settle Abishag down. He was tired of watching him verbally abuse Abbigail. He just felt it wasn’t right for an adult man to treat a nice lady like Abbigail the way Abishag was.
Huckleberry: Mr. Abishag perhaps you’ah tah calm down… and maybe taker ah easy… you’ll liable to blow gasket or something. Plus, I believe Mr. Sato is try’in tah concentrate back there! The man’s done tryin to meditate and shit. So maybe you could…
Abishag: SHUT YOUR {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} INBRED MOUNTAIN HICK MOUTH! I WILL SEE TOAD RIVER AGAIN IF IT MEANS KILLING EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME?
The group stared at the distraught Abishag as he squatted down and reached behind his back into his underwear and began to insert his fingers into his anus aggressively. Huckleberry’s eyes grew wide and horrified as he stared at the massive man groan and heave as Abishag retrieved a small bottle of capsules that had been smuggled into the prison by Brother Buzi. Abishag had retrieved them from his dead body and hidden them in his rectum for safe keeping. Even Brother Abandon found himself having to look away as Abishag attained the shit covered bottle and stood up holding it in his hand and making sure that Valora and her group could see it clearly.
Abishag: THIS HERE IS FILLED WITH CAPSULES MADE FROM THE BLOBS VERY OWN DEHYDRATED MASS! JUST ONE PILL WOULD BE ENOUGH FOR ME TO CRUSH YOUR LITTLE SEX TOY VALORA! HOWEVER I WANT TO BEAT HER INTO OBLIVION! DO YOU HEAR ME!
Abishag unscrewed the shitty bottle cap and downed the entire bottle of pills chewing them up and swallowing every last bit of them. He instantly began to growl at his enemies and foam at the mouth like an absolute rabid dog. Abishag however didn’t skip a beat and continued to curse and scream at them all spitting foam onto the floor as he spoke. At this point Takuma Sato had reached his limit with Abishag’s rage. He quietly stood up from his meditative squat on the blood stained floor of their cell and ripped the cast from his now healed right arm. He then approached the large man with a cold look in his eyes.
Abishag: AND AFTER I’M THROUGH WITH HER, I’M COMING FOR YOU KRONIN! YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO BROTHER BUZI! YOU WILL…
Sato walked up behind Abishag and tapped him on the shoulder with his pointer finger. Abishag turned around thinking it was Abandon attempting to console him. Instead Abishag received a monstrous heart punch from the martial artist. The powerful blow struck him straight in the chest and sent the big man up against the steel bars of the cell. Abishag’s head whacked the steel bars and he collapsed to floor unconscious and breathing erratically. Sato then turned around, walked back to his corner of the cell, and sat back down. He then closed his eyes and went back to meditating again.
Valora: Thank fucking God! It’s about time someone shut that dumb gringo up!
Abandon starred at Abishag and shook his head. He was not worried for his well-being because of the amount Blob capsules he had ingested and like everyone else he had grown tired of Abishag’s mad ravings and wistful cries of Toad River. Sato however did open his eyes for a slight moment and winked at his tag team partner. Abbigail smiled and nodded. Thanking him for silencing her insane opponent and giving her a chance to collect her thoughts before her fight.
Scene transitions back to the arena.
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The live feed returns with the camera focused on the main stage. Some dramatic music starts to play on the sound system just as a group of soldiers march Reinhardt and Huckleberry out onto the stage in handcuffs and chains. The fighters are separated at opposite ends of the stage before two men in black masks walk out carrying two strange looking wooden boxes in their hands. The two men separate from each other and then walk over to the fighter on their side of the stage. The eerie music stops and a spot light is beamed down onto the North Korean leader in his balcony. Kim stands up to address his people and the fighters.
Emperor Kim: Tawnight! Thwese two mawn fwight for the cure to one of the most dangerowus poisons ever crweated by my scientwists! A poison so twerrible we gave it the name…Swatin’s Milk! This swubstance swlowly brweaks down the cwells in your body lweaving you to a fwate of agonizing hell for a full 24 houwers before it allows the Angel of Death to twake your soul from your rwotting flwesh! The cure hangs above my ring my warriors! Only one of you shall survive! ADMINISTER THE POISON AND LET THE BWATTLE BEGIN!
Chris Rodgers: Good God. Whatever there about to be poisoned with sounds awful… Satin's Milk…
Scott Slade: I heard two of the guards talking about it last night Chris. These two have about a good 95 minutes before it all starts coming out of both ends non-stop. Fever, delirium, and eventually full neurological shutdown. This is nasty stuff and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy!
Each masked man opens the box in their possession and pulls out a giant hypodermic needle filled with a dark black liquid substance. The dramatic music begins to play again as the North Korean crowd inside the Rungrado start to whistle and cheer with excitement. Kronin and Huckleberry struggle to get free, but it’s a wasted effort as the masked men toss their boxes away and inject their needles deep into both fighters necks and administer the vile fatal toxin into their bodies.
Chris Rodgers: I feel sorry both of them…
Scott Slade: As do I, there is only enough antidote for one of them and it’s hanging up above the center of this ring beneath that ladder.
Chris Rodgers: Looks like Relando’s getting in the ring again…
Suddenly the dramatic music comes to an end and “Ich Will” by Rammstien starts to play. The soldiers next to Kronin unchain him and then force him down the ramp and aisle. The spectators give Kronin a bit of a pop having been won over by the big German after his grizzly display against Brother Buzi.
Rich Relando: Making…. His… way… to…the… ring… from… Berlin… Germany… and… weighing… in… at 275… pounds… and… standing… at… a… height… of… six… feet… six… inches! Kronin… Reinhardt!
Chris Rodgers: What is even the point of forcing this poor man to announce these fighters in his condition?
Scott Slade: Psychological torture?
Once at ringside the big German superstar climbs up the steel steps and then enters the ring. Once inside, he stares up at the antidote hanging above the ladder with a concerned look on his face. The big man then adjusts both of his black finger-less gloves on each of his hands and begins to put himself in the mindset to win this fight. Kronin looks in relatively good condition and the nights rest inside the Korean hotel looks to have done him good service.
Chris Rodgers: Kronin has to be debating over making a run up that ladder right now for that cure. If I was him I wouldn’t be waiting for the guards to release Huckleberry.
Scott Slade: Kronin lives by a code of honor Chris. There is no way he would do that to Huckleberry!
Chris Rodgers: If it was my life on the line, I wouldn’t worry about playing fair. As much as I despise Valora, I’d probably be doing everything and anything to gain an advantage just like she did against O’Brien… God rest his soul.
Scott Slade: That’s very Christian of you…
Kronin’s music is cut as “Hillbilly Deluxe” by Brooks & Dunn begins to play over the sound system. The crowd remembering Huckleberry’s bare rear end from the first round boo him unrelentingly all the way down to ringside. There’s in no fun jig or shenanigans from the Appalachian this time. Huckleberry is fully aware that his life hangs in the balance and his only chance for survival now dangles on a string above the ring.
Scott Slade: This is a different Huckleberry than we’ve seen in the past. It’s as if the reality of this situation has finally set in for him Chris.
Chris Rodgers: You mean this dumb-ass finally figured out that were all good as dead? Damn it only took him two fucking weeks!
Scott Slade: Chris were on the air man!
Chris Rodgers: Trust me! No one that’s still watching was offended.
Huckleberry dives into the ring and both men go at it right off the bat and begin to brawl even before the gong is hit by Emperor Kim. Thunderous lefts and rights connect like crazy, but the much larger and stronger Kronin lands a massive hay-maker that sends the Appalachian stumbling back into the ropes. Kronin wastes no time and goes straight after the hillbilly nailing him with a hard clothesline that sends him up over the top rope and onto the floor with a thud. The Koreans in attendance let out a roar as Kronin does an about face and heads for the ladder immediately. Huckleberry gets to his feet and spots that Kronin is already making a dash for the antidote. He slides into the ring and pushes over the ladder just as Kronin reaches half the distance to the syringe. The ladder tips over and lands on the ring ropes and Kronin hits the ring mat with a thud. The North Koreans let out a groan of disappointment frustrated with the Appalachians last minute save.
Chris Rodgers: I think Reinhardt is panicking already Scott, it was way too early to make an attempt for the antidote. He should have stayed on Huckleberry and taken the fight outside of the ring. He’s desperate for that cure.
Scott Slade: Can you blame him? I’d be doing the same thing right now!
Huckleberry is on Kronin like white on rice and goes on the attack with a flurry of stomps and kicks on the big German. Reinhardt, knowing a man can’t mount much of an attack on his backside, rolls away from the Huckster and out of the ring and onto the floor. The Korean soldiers on that side of the ring stare coldly at Kronin as he struggles back onto his feet. Kronin turns around to face the ring only to receive a baseball slide from Huckleberry that sends him into the guard railing that separates the fighters from the spectators. Once again the German falls onto to his hands and knees holding his back in discomfort.
Scott Slade: The Huckster taking the fight to the big German suplexe machine! Kronin having a difficult time here with the little hillbilly from Dublin, Georgia!
Chris Rodgers: We’ve seen it time and time again Scott, it doesn’t matter if this kid is wrestling alligators or men twice his size. Through some sheer sort of dumb luck he always seems to find a way to come out on top.
Huckleberry picks up Kronin by his long thick black hair and slams his face off of the top of the steel guard railing. Kronin stumbles past the soldiers and Huckleberry comes up from behind him and grabs Reinhardt and pitches him into the steel steps. The impact is so great it dislodges the steps from the corner of the ring and sends the spectators into an irate frenzy targeted at the hillbilly. Inspiration finds the Appalachian as he sprints towards and hops over Kronin, then leaps onto the guard railing before moonsaulting off it, landing on the German with massive thud. The crowd erupts from the brilliance of the move as Huckleberry jumps to his feet and slides into the ring.
Scott Slade: What a move by the Huckster! He has to be one of our, if not THE most, agile athlete on our roster currently!
Chris Rodgers: Looks like he’s making an attempt for the antidote! He’s back in the ring and setting up the ladder Scotty!
With the ladder set upright again, Huckleberry makes his move upward toward the syringe dangling above the ring. Kronin struggles to his feet before Huckleberry is even half way up the twelve foot ladder. The German spots him making an effort to end the match and dives into the ring, gets to his feet, and standing sidekicks the ladder hard just as Huckleberry reaches the top. The ladder tips over like a falling tree and Huckleberry hangs onto the ladder for dear life. The middle portion of the ladder hits the ring ropes and Huckleberry’s weight sends him to the floor along with the ladder. They both crash onto the concrete with a thud as Huckleberry screams out in agony rolling around on the floor. The Koreans erupt in a frenzy and even the Emperor stands up and starts to clap for Kronin as he takes a moment to catch his breath after a poor start to the match.
Chris Rodgers: God damn! That had to hurt Scott! Did you see how hard Huckleberry’s skull hit the floor?
Scott Slade: I did Chris and just like that, Reinhardt is back in the fight!
Kronin makes his way through the ropes and outside on the ring apron. He then dives off of it and lands a flying elbow drop on Huckleberry, wowing the Korean spectators again in the process. Reinhardt then gets to his feet and flips back his long black hair with his right hand to clear his vision before picking up the Huckster and walking him over toward Chris and Scott. Once there he stops and slams Huckleberry’s head off of it with extreme violence.
Scott Slade: Jesus Christ!
Chris Rodgers: Take this fight somewhere else yah stupid Kraut! We’re trying to do our jobs here!
Reinhardt doesn’t seem amused by Rodgers and pushes him so hard that the old man topples over the back of his chair and onto the floor. Slade moves away as soon as it happens and gets out of the Germans way. The Korean Soldiers move in closer on the fighters, but decide not to interfere as Kronin grabs Huckleberry and Gut-Wrench Power Bomb’s him through the old dilapidated announcer table. The spectators go berserk as Huckleberry lays in a pile of broken wood and rubble on the floor.
Scott Slade: Good God, I think Reinhardt has finally snapped! Chris, buddy are you alright?
Chris Rodgers: Stop blabbering and help old man up will you?
Slade helps Rodgers up as Kronin pulls Huckleberry out of the table wreckage and then pulls him in close before picking him up and ramming him head first into the ring post. Kronin drops his opponent after the impact onto the floor and then makes his way over to the ladder sitting on the floor. Kronin picks up the ladder and then begins to carry it over to where Huckleberry is. It’s clear the big German intends to use it as a weapon and the spectators once again roar with excitement. Kronin sprints towards huckleberry intending to ram him with the ladder, but the Huckster throws a monkey wrench in Kronin’s plans as he gets to his feet, shakes off the cobwebs, and dropkicks the ladder into Kronin’s face busting him open in the process. Kronin falls to the floor and tosses the ladder off of himself wiping the blood from his forehead.
Scott Slade: Chris, just like that the tables have turned on Reinhardt!
Chris Rodgers: I hope Huckleberry whoops his ass real good! I thought you said he lives by a code? What kind of man pushes an old man on the floor?
Scott Slade: A man with his life hanging in the balance Chris, that’s who.
Both fighters have begun to sweat profusely and it’s clear that the poison is starting to have effects on their endurance and human senses. Kronin is still on the floor trying to regain his composure as blood cascades down his face from the open gash on his forehead. Huckleberry gets up on the ring mat and ascends up the turnbuckle to the top rope. The Koreans go into a frenzy as the little Appalachian puts both his arms in the air with his pointer fingers extended as if to test which way the wind is blowing. The Huckster then dives off the top rope and hits an insane flying elbow drop on the German sacrificing his own body in the process. The crowd goes berserk as both fighters lay on the floor not moving even an inch.
Chris Rodgers: Good lord I think that might have killed Reinhardt right there!
Scott Slade: Huckleberry going for broke! Putting it all on the line right there! This guy is something else!
Chris Rodgers: It sounds like the Huckster is winning these Koreans over with his arsenal of insane moves! Just listen to this crowd! Perhaps the memories of his rear end are fading?
Hucklberry is the first to start moving and after a few seconds later he struggles to his feet. Once he’s up he moves toward the ladder on the floor and picks it up. He tosses ladder up over the top rope and into the ring using every bit of strength he has and then rolls back inside the ring.
Scott Slade: This could be it! Huckleberry is making a move for the antidote!
The Huckster sets up the ladder in the center of the ring as Kronin finally starts to stir and move on the floor. Huckleberry commences to ascend the ladder climbing towards the syringe with the antidote just as Kronin starts to attempt to get to his feet. Kronin dives into the ring when he realizes Huckleberry has reached the top of the ladder. Huckleberry sees Kronin enter the ring and grabs the syringe ripping it off the string it was hanging from. He quickly injects the syringe into his neck, but stops half way saving half the drug.
Chris Rodgers: My God! Huckleberry has done it again! Huckleberry has won!
Scott Slade: Oh no, poor Kronin can’t believe it! Such an icon of sport for us to lose…
Kronin drops to his knees exhausted and defeated attempting to grasp the fact that his life is over. Rienhardt with his head hung low never sees Hucklberry coming as the little Appalachian dives off the ladder and stabs Kronin with the syringe injecting the other half of the antidote into his opponent. The Koreans look on shocked and confused as Emperor Kim stands up infuriated with the little hillbilly man.
Chris Rodgers: Holy shit!
Scott Slade: That has to be one grandest selfless acts I have ever seen in my life! Huckleberry just gave Kronin the other half of the antidote!
Chris Rodgers: Yeah, but has he saved them both or has he just thrown away both their lives for nothing!
The Emperor grabs a microphone and launches into screaming fit like a petulant child who didn’t get his way. Suddenly the soldiers surround the ring and then move in and begin to beat on both Huckleberry and Kronin.
Emperor Kim: FOOL! You’ve onwly asswured bwoth you and your fwriend an agwonizing dweath! You will bwoth suffwer for a week before dweath takes you bwoth! Take these imbweciles away and make sure to lock the German up with the wrest of them! I don’t care what pwromises Anderson made!
The soldiers wrestle Kronin and Huckleberry out of the ring and force them back up the ramp. The spectators boo them heavily during the process. Once back stage the cell door holding the rest of the roster is opened and both Hucklberry and Kronin are tossed inside. Valora screams that she had a deal, but the Korean soldiers ignore her and lock the door leaving Kronin in the cell with the other fighters.
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Chris Rodgers: Well this is it Scott…
Scott Slade: What’s that Chris?
Chris Rodgers: This is the end of Abbigail Dresden. There is no way in hell that she will be able to defeat that nut job Abishag in this match. She’s as good as chowder…
Scott Slade: We all know the history between these two athletes. It dates back to when Valora and Dresden were still fighting together as a tag team, Abishag demolished them both and put Valora Salinas in the hospital with a terrible back injury. However that doesn’t mean history will repeat itself here tonight! Remember it wasn’t that long ago that Abbigail scored a victory with Sato over Abishag and his former tag team partner Jeremiah Vastrix for the Ultimate Wrestling Tag Team Championship Title Belts.
Chris Rodgers: Good God! They’re soldiers chumming the pool! As if these sharks didn’t already look extremely aggressive!
Rich Relando starts to introduce the first fighter. The arena atmosphere is electric with the anticipation for next deadly battle between two of top athletes from the Ultimate Wrestling roster.
Rich Relando: Tonight’s… next… match… is… an… over… the… top… rope… battle… royal… and... is… set… above… a… shark… infested… pool! Making… her… way… to… the… ring… now… from… Chicago…, Illinois… ABBIGAIL! … DRESDEN!
Abby’s music, “The Resistance” by Skillet, starts to play over the sound system inside the Rungrado. Dresden walks out onto the stage with a focused and determined look on her face. The red head is dressed in her usual blue and pink skort and black and pink leather top. It’s clear that the fear that was in her eyes earlier is now long gone. The War Hammer drug pulsing through her veins giving her the confidence that she will come out of this fight alive.
Scott Slade: There she is! One half of the current Ultimate Wrestling Tag Team Champions! One hundred fifty five pounds, only five foot, ten inches, and here she is going up against a mountain of a man in Brother Brock Abishag from the Cult of Blob!
Dresden makes her way down the ramp and then turns the corner to start heading toward the pool. The spectators seem to have taken a liking to her since she killed Gabrielle Montgomery in the first round. Once at the pool, the Korean soldier manning the mechanical bridge console pushes a few buttons and pulls a lever. A few seconds later a large bridge rises out of the pool and creates a pathway to the ring. Abbigail steps onto the bridge and starts her way across it as the ravenous sharks swim alongside of her looking for any opportunity for a quick meal. Once inside the safety of the ring, her music is cut, and the cameras return focus to the main stage again.
Scott Slade: I can’t think of anything worse than being eaten alive Chris.
Chris Rodgers: It’s not a fun a thought for anyone Scott. Mankind has been at the top of the food chain for thousands of years. The thought of being eaten alive has been eradicated completely from our minds, except that is for when man enters the ocean! The Emperor here has tapped into something primal and I believe it’s going to bring out the inner darkness of the human subconscious in both these fighters.
Scott Slade: Looks like we’ve got some trouble in the back with Abishag! Chris, our camera men are going back stage right now!
The cameras cut back stage where Abishag is still unconscious from Sato’s attack earlier in the evening. The soldiers lift him up off of the floor of the cage and toss him outside before dousing him with a bucket of ice water. The rest of the Ultimate Wrestling roster looks on as Abishag awakes from his deep slumber and immediately begins to foam at the mouth once again. It’s clear that he is confused and still trying to come to his senses after being out for so long. The guards however waste no time getting him on his feet and forcing him toward the stage. Once behind the curtain the soldiers throw him forward through them and Brock stumbles out onto the stage bombarded by an angry North Korean crowd. The lights of the Rungrado hurts his eyes and forces him to squint as he tries orientate himself with what is currently transpiring.
Chris Rodgers: Well this is an unusual turn of events! It looks as if something went down back stage that we were not privy to! Abishag was out cold and is still trying to figure out what the hell is going on! This could be a huge break for Abbigail Dresden!
Scott Slade: The Blob Cult leader is foaming at the mouth! Perhaps he’s been poisoned as well Chris!
Chris Rodgers: I wouldn’t put anything past these people. Keep in mind, Abishag has been a handful for the North Koreans to control, so maybe they’ve been sedating him. Also Abbigail is a huge underdog in this fight as well. Perhaps someone very powerful put money on her to win this thing and they want to make damn sure Abishag loses!
Scott Slade: All valid hypotheses Chris.
A “Greater Call” by Cult of Luna starts to play as Abishag totters his way down the ramp. The Koreans boo him heavily and shout expletives at him at him in their native language. Abishag finally sees the pool and Abbigail Dresden standing in the ring and his memories of the past week flood back to him. He wipes the foam from his mouth and stands up straight before heading toward the pool. As he crosses the bridge, he smiles at the sharks swimming alongside him. He then enters the ring staring coldly at Abbigail waiting for the Emperors start signal. The Emperor sounds his gong and the fight officially starts as the Korean spectators let out a roar of enthusiasm.
Scott Slade: This is it! Abbigail Dresden versus Brock Abishag for the last time!
Chris Rodgers: Listen to this crowd! They want blood and they want it now!
Abishag charges in toward Dresden with pure rage only to be caught off-guard when Abbigail leaps into the air and delivers a powerful front kick straight to his face. The blow sends him staggering all the way to the ropes with a broken nose. Blood gushes down his chin, onto his chest, and to the ring mat staining it. Dresden lands on her feet like a trained martial art’s expert in the center of the ring and the fans let out a roar of support.
Scott Slade: Holy shit! Where did she learn to do that?
Chris Rodgers: Looks like having Takuma Sato as a tag team partner pay’s off…
Scott Slade: She must have leaped at least seven feet off of the mat to kick Abishag in the face like that. Incredible stuff! What an athlete!
Abishag shakes off the attack and once again the big man charges in attempting get in close on Dresden to unleash some punishment. Dresden though, to the surprise of everyone, meets Abishag head on. The two fighters collide with severe violence in the middle of the ring. The sound reverberates throughout the Rungrado as Dresden uses her new found strength to push the big seven foot, three hundred pound monster up against the turnbuckle in the left corner of the ring.
Scott Slade: What in the world?
Once backed into the corner, Dresden unloads a series of powerful shoulder rams right into the chest cavity of Brock. Each blow forces his large body to contort harshly as the wind is driven out of his lungs. Dresden then stops, stands up, and starts unleashing authoritative hay-makers, clobbering Abishag straight in the face repeatedly. Each shot echo’s in the stadium and the skin above Abishag right eye opens up spattering blood onto the mat and into the pool exciting the sharks.
Chris Rodgers: ABSOLUTE BEAST MODE! What have they been feeding this girl?
Scott Slade: I don’t think we’ve seen Dresden ever fight like this before!
Abishag leans up against the turnbuckle dazed and muddled and Dresden takes advantage of situation by climbing up on the turnbuckle in order to rain down fierce punches on Abishags blood sodden face. The North Koreans roar like crazy as Abbigail grabs hold of Abishag’s neck with her blood stained arm and Tornado DDT’s the big man straight into the mat. The impact leaves a massive blood smear on the ring canvas as the spectators soak up every second of the Blob leaders beating.
Chris Rodgers: That Blob cultist is finally getting what he deserves for worshiping a false profit! The Lord is a vengeful and angry God and he works in a mysterious way! Tonight, Abishag is going to learn that the hard way Scott!
Scott Slade: You realize you’re just as crazy as he is right? Blind faith in a God you can’t even prove exists! You’re such a hypocrite!
Chris Rodgers: A strong statement from a man who spent most of his nights here praying to a God he supposedly doesn’t believe in! There’s a warm spot in hell for you Scotty! Who knows, you might be visiting it sooner than later if President McStrump doesn’t find a way to rescue us!
Dresden gets to her feet completely out of breath after the vicious punishment she’d just unleashed on her opponent. Abbishag still conscious, struggles to try to get up off of the wrestling mat. Abbigail is fully recuperated by the time Abishag is up on his feet, so she continues her assault by kicking the big man again in the stomach. Without hesitation the five foot, ten inch tall Dresden picks up Abishag and scoop slams him like he’s a light weight luchador onto the mat. The entire ring shakes from the impact as the fans lose their minds at the unreal show of strength by the female fighter.
Scott Slade: She just slammed Abishag! I can’t believe it! What an incredible show of force by Abbigail Dresden!
Chris Rodgers: This makes absolutely no scientific sense and this is coming from a creationist! There is no way in hell that woman has enough muscular strength to slam a man of Abishag’s size! This bitch is juicing! I demand her and Valora be drug tested if we ever get the hell out of this shit hole!
Scott Slade: Wait! What is she doing now?
Dresden picks up Abishag again, getting him to his feet, and then this time she lifts him upside down into a Tombstone Pile Driver position. The fans begin rumble and go absolutely nuts as Abishag legs dangle awkwardly over Abbigail’s shoulders due to their drastic height difference. Dresden, without remorse, pile drives Abishags head and neck straight into the mat. The big man’s three hundred pound plus frame comes crashing down on his skull and then collapses onto the wrestling mat.
Chris Rodgers: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! PILE DRIVER!
Scott Slade: I think your right Chris! Something is up here! That was straight up out of a damn comic book! I can’t believe what I just saw with my own two eyes!
Without warning, Abishag once again begins to foam at the mouth and this time he breaks into a violent seizure. His body spasm’s and contorts painfully as he rolls around the mat covering it in blood and stomach bile. Abbigail lets up on her attack, caught off guard by Abbishag reaction to her pile driver, and she reverses direction and leans against the turnbuckle.
Chris Rodgers: I think she might have done some brain damage to Abishag! The man looks concussed so bad he’s having a seizure in the ring!
Scott Slade: What a horrific sight!
Abbigail continues to keep her distance, remembering that Abbishag had downed a strange bottle of pills that he’d retrieved from his rectum earlier in the backstage area. Dresden watched, clearly unable to believe her eyes as Abishag’s skin color starts to change from a human shade to something grayer, like the skin of whale or a shark. The cult leader then starts to projectile vomit, covering the mat with puke everywhere. With his insides completely emptied, Abishag fights to his knees as his transformation continues in front Dresden, the Emperor, and the spectators.
Scott Slade: What the hell is happening to Abishag?
Chris Rodgers: The man is turning gray before our eyes Scott! I think Dresden may have finished him off before the sharks could!
Scott Slade: No! Look at his face Chris! It looks like he’s mutating before our eyes! His facial features are changing!
Chris Rodgers: Changing Into what?
Abishag eyes transform from human, to shark like, and his pupils grow inhumanely wide and black as death. Soon after his teeth begin to fall out of his mouth and onto the mat followed by a disgusting amount of bloody drool. His human teeth inexplicably replaced by small razor sharp jagged teeth. Dresden looks on horrified as Abishag’s metamorphosis continues with his fingers becoming webbed at their base and his fingernails elongated and scaled. Abishag stands up stretching his transforming body out as the crowd looks on. Seconds later all of the hair on his head and body falls to the mat and is replaced by fish like scales.
Scott Slade: Holy fucking shit! Maybe all this crazy Blob stuff is real? Abishag looks like something out of the Blue Lagoon or the monster from the Shape of Water! What the hell is fucking going on here?
Chris Rodgers: Forget that Blob nonsense! This is all DNA experiments by these damn North Koreans playing God! Who knows what kind of insane things they’ve done to this man! Look at what they did to that Belial thing!
Scott Slade: Whatever the cause, Dresden is in trouble now because Abishag is coming after her!
Chris Rodgers: Yeah, and he’s pissed too!
The newly metamorphisized Abishag looks almost fully recovered from the beating he was subjected to at the start of the fight. Dresden is frozen in fear in the corner of the ring as the monster closes in on her like from some dated horror movie. Abby finally realizes she’s a sitting duck and tries to fight back throwing a hay-maker, but Brock blocks it and then returns the favor with a hammering blow to Dresden’s face. His knew tough scaly skin cuts her right cheek like a cheese grater as the blow knocks her back into the turnbuckle again in a stupor.
Scott Slade: Oh what a shot from Abishag!
Chris Rodgers: Dresden doesn’t know how to react to what is happening in that ring right now. I don’t blame her, but if she’s going to come out of this thing alive, she’s going to have to come to terms with Abishag’s new appearance!
Scott Slade: Yeah, but how the hell do you fight a living sea monster?
Abishag extends his left arm grabs Dresden by the throat with his giant left hand and chokes her for a few seconds while simultaneously digging his scaly finger nails into her neck. The monster man then takes his right arm and slaps her as hard as he can in the chest digging his nails into her once again. The blow echoes throughout the Rungrado, as he strips Abbigail’s leather top off and the tears into the flesh beneath it. Blood showers the mat as the crimson runs down the exposed cleavage of Dresden’s breasts. Dresden collapses to the mat holding her injured chest, cringing and crying in pain from the strike she’d just absorbed.
Scott Slade: Oh man! As a man I have no idea how that feels, but I have a good idea it’s not a great feeling!
Chris Rodgers: Yah think? Too bad too, they were her best assets…
Scott Slade: You’re a disgusting human being…
Chris Rodgers: What?
Abishag beats on his chest like King Kong and mouths off at the spectators who continue to boo him unremittingly. The big bloke then walks over and grab’s Abbigail by her long red hair and lifts her up onto her feet. Abbigail catches Abishag off guard however, and kicks him in the gut knocking the wind out of the big bastard once again. She then mounts a comeback by laying into Brock with repeated strong right hands that back him up to the center of the ring. Dresden then sprints away from the staggered big man and bounces off of the ropes. She sprints toward Brock and goes for a big move, but Abishag grabs her, reversing whatever she was attempting to do to him into a sidewalk slam. Dresden lands on her back hard on the mat and then rolls onto her front clenching her back and grimacing in agony.
Chris Rodgers: Oh no! Dresden was gaining back some momentum there and Abishag put a halt to it instantly!
Scott Slade: Dresden is in a world of hurt right now!
Both combatants get to their feet at about the same time, but Abishag continues his assault with a quick head-butt that takes Dresden clean off her feet and back onto the mat with her forehead split open. More blood runs down her face and into her eyes as she tries to fight through the pain. As she tries to get back to her knees, Abishag is on her, and delivers another powerful punch that opens the cut on her forehead further, and knocks her back onto the mat. Abishag is unrelenting with his onslaught as he takes advantage of Dresden being on her back by grabbing hold of the ring ropes in order to press his big boot onto her gashed forehead. The big man stands on her head, pressing all of his weight on her skull, forcing Abby to scream out loud.
Chris Rodgers: Man what an ungodly sight! Dresden is finished Scott! Whatever she’d done to try to counter Absihag’s raw strength, it didn’t account for him mutating into a bigger freak than he already was!
Scott Slade: She’s got to fight with everything she’s got Chris! Come on ABBY! YOU CAN DO IT! DON’T GIVE UP!
Abishag scoops up Abbigail off of the mat and then tries to get her up on his shoulder to toss her out of the ring. Dresden thinks fast and jabs her fingers into Abishag’s sensitive shark like eyes. This forces him to drop Abigail and she lands on her feet as the big bastard let’s out a monstrous growl while holding his face, visibly in extreme pain from the eye gouge. Dresden backs up and then moves in on Abishag drilling him with a spear in the spine in an attempt to knock him out of the ring through the ropes instead over the top. The effort fails, as Abishag manages to hang onto the ropes, and keeps himself from falling into the shark infested pool.
Chris Rodgers: Dresden with a powerful spear! That almost ended the fight right there!
Scott Slade: Abishag might still be in the ring, but that shot to his back looks to have injured his spine Chris. He looks like he’s in a great deal of pain right now!
Abishag turns around to face Dresden while holding his back gingerly just in time to receive a devastating low blow kick to the groin that literally lifts the big man a foot off the mat. Abishag goes down like a ton of bricks on the mat holding his private parts kicking and screaming. Abbigail snorts extra hard and then hocks back before spitting a nasty bloody red and green loogy on Abishag.
Chris Rodgers: Ohhh! I don’t care if your half tuna or Sasquatch! That’s going to ruin your day every time Scotty!
Scott Slade: I doubt any woman would find him attractive enough to actually bare his children now, but just in case, I think Dresden just did us all a favor right there.
Abbigail grabs Abishag up off of the ring mat and throws his big scaly arm over her shoulder setting him up for a big move. The North Koreans begin to cheer sensing something big is about to happen as Abby kicks his large legs together before hooking his tights with her right hand.
Chris Rodgers: What on earth is she attempting?
Scott Slade: I think she’s going try to get the big man up!
Chris Rodgers: There’s no way she can suplexe this guy!
Abbigail uses every muscular fiber of her body to lift the monstrous Abishag straight up into the air. The Koreans roar and the Rungrado rumbles at the sight of the incredible spectacle of strength. Abby holds the giant up for a good five seconds before Jack Hammering Abishag hard into the ring mat with extreme force. The ring shakes as Abishag’s huge body crashes down hard wowing everyone in the arena.
Scott Slade: JACK HAMMER! JACK HAMMER!
Chris Rodgers: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! I JUST CAN’T! HOW DID SHE DO THAT? HOW?
Dresden gets to her feet absolutely jacked, breathing like crazy woman, and her eyes beyond bloodshot red. The Koreans chant “Dresden” as she starts to signal to the crowd that Abishag is about to become shark chum by simulating the jaws with her hands in aggressive manner and nodding her head charismatically at the spectators. A far cry from the woman who felt such guilt after killing Gabrielle Montgomery. The Koreans stop chanting Dresden and start to chant “FISH FOOD” as Abby drags Abishag up by the scruff of what’s left of his shredded wrestling leotard and then uses her drug induced strength to lift the big man high above her head.
Scott Slade: Dresden is looking to finish this thing! Look at this hulking woman go!
Chris Rodgers: Do it! The Lord Jesus Christ has given you the strength to end this Blob worshiping heretic! Finish him!
Abbigail Dresden takes a few steps toward the ropes and uses every last bit of energy that she has in her body to toss Abishag over the top rope and into the shark infested pool. Every person in the Rungrado stands up as the Emperor sounds the gong and declares Abbigail the winner. The young girl from Chicago drops to her knees and starts to cry tears of joy after having survived one the most traumatic experiences of her life. Abishag floats in the water semi-conscious as the bull sharks begin to swim around him in a circular pattern.
Scott Slade: Abishag is in the water! Dresden wins! Dresden wins!
Chris Rodgers: Abishag is in serious distress! Look at those sharks encircling him!
The soldiers near the pool watch as two sharks move in on Abishag’s floating body. Most of them have their fire arms drawn just in case Abishag attempts to escape his fate. The spectators including the Emperor watch enthusiastically, awaiting the pool to fill with blood and screams, but they are sorely thwarted when the sharks make no attempt at devouring Abishag. Instead the sea predators begin to push him toward the edge of the pool working together.
Chris Rodgers: Wait… what’s going?
Scott Slade: The sharks are not attacking! It’s as if they sense something primal about Abishag!
Chris Rodgers: I think there pushing him to the edge of the pool. They’re actually helping him! How is this even possible? There sharks, not dolphins!
Scott Slade: Could this be the Blob’s doing? Perhaps we’ve under estimated this supposed watery savior!
Chris Rodgers: It can’t be…
The Emperor grows irate at the sharks’ behavior and starts shouting at his men to do something about it. The soldiers look on confused as the fierce creatures push Abishag towards them with increasing force. Just as Abishag reaches the brink of the pool, the monster man launches out of the water extending his scale covered arms and snatches the two closest soldiers dragging them under into the pool. The water instantly turns crimson red as the man eating shark’s tear the North Koreans into shreds and gobble there flesh.
Scott Slade: My God! Abishag is fighting back! I think he’s going to make a run for it Chris!
Chris Rodgers: Did you see how quickly he surfaced out of that water? Like a white shark breaching for a seal!
Scott Slade: Incredible!
Abishag climbs out of the pool and turns his attention to another group of soldiers taking aim at him with their guns. A few shots are fired at Abishag, but he’s able to deflect most of the bullets with his scaly forearms. The shots that penetrate however don’t seem to faze him which causes the soldiers to freeze up with fright as their rifles fail to stop the sea-beast man. Abishag makes quick work of them as he rips out the esophagus of the first militant and then bites out the throat of the other soldier with his bare teeth. Most of the women in the arena begin to scream in horror as Abishag spits the human meat from his mouth onto the floor.
Chris Rodgers: Good Lord, I don’t think there’s much left of the man inside of that thing! He’s an abomination! A monstrosity! This is the devils work Scott!
Scott Slade: I think I’m going to be sick…
Abishag drops the dead body he’s holding in his hands onto the floor and then begins to sprint up the ramp as a group of ten soldiers rush out from behind the curtain onto the platform in order to stop him. They try to pull out their weapons to fire on him, but Abishag is much too fast, and rampages right through all of them knocking them over like bowling pins. Most of the soldier’s lye on the steel ramp seriously injured as Abishag leaves them all in his wake and heads backstage. An Ultimate Wrestling camera crew attempts to follow him, chasing cautiously behind, attempting to capture what footage they can. The live feed is shaky and disorienting to watch, but the crisp audio of screams and bullets being fired are picked up perfectly by the boom microphone.
Chris Rodgers: My God the carnage of it all! He’s really making a run for it Scott!
The rest of the roster watches in horror as the mutated Abishag tears his way past them and sprints toward the exit of the Rungrado. Valora takes cover trying avoid the carnage and bullets whizzing all over the room as the soldiers try to stop Abishag. Most of them fall one by one and before most of them have even drawn their last breath, the Blob Worshiper steps out onto the snow covered parking lot breathing freedom into his lungs for the first time in over a week. The camera man following Abishag is hit by a stray bullet and collapses to the concrete pavement. The camera lens cracks but the camera continues to record what it can from its narrow field of vision. A military jeep can be seen being flipped and the sounds of more gun fire and cries of North Korean soldier’s fills the air until there is only silence. The live footage cut’s out as the camera finally dies. The feed cuts back live in front of a flabbergasted Chris Rodgers and Scott Slade.
Scott Slade: I have no idea if Mr. Abishag is alive or not. I can’t even really explain what has just transpired. The Blob cult leader looks to have made an escape or he could be dead for all we know. We will do everything that we can to try and get you a status report.
Chris Rodgers: I haven’t seen violence like that since Vietnam…
Scott Slade: Abbigail Dresden is being forced backstage and Lord only knows how she was able to survive against Abishag.
Chris Rodgers: It looked as if he was getting stronger by the minute… either that or more familiar with his strange mutation… she’s incredibly lucky to be alive…
Scott Slade: One thing is for sure Chris, Emperor Kim does not look happy…
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In the far left corner of the Rungrado arena stands two large weapon racks filled with deadly replicas of ancient Roman weapons and armor. The racks sit inside of a large globular fighting pit filled with gravel and sand. On the south and north side of the pit are two gates where the fighters will enter before selecting their gear. It’s easy to see the Emperor is still livid about Abishag’s escape and is demanding that his main event start straightaway. It’s clear that most of the North Korean soldiers are on edge after having watched many of their comrades killed by sea-beast man.
Chris Rodgers: It looks like the North Koreans are not wasting any time here Scott.
Scott Slade: Our last fight of the evening for round two of this horrific tournament. A Blood and Sand gladiatorial battle to the death…
Chris Rodgers: It’s going to be a brutal battle, no doubt about it. However, Sato should be able to make short work of Jeremiah considering the condition he was in at the end of the first round.
Rich Relando makes his way over to the edge of the gladiatorial pit with his microphone to announce the final match of the evening. It’s clear the man is exhausted and giving it all he’s got to complete his obligations and avoid execution.
Rich Relando: The… following… contest… is… a… BLOOD…and… SAND… match! The… next… two… men… will… fight… to… the… death… as… the… great… gladiators… of… Rome… would… have… hundreds… of… years… ago! Introducing… first… from… Detroit, Michigan! The… master… of… the… Heart… Punch… and… one… half… of… the… current… tag… team… champions! TAKUMA… SATO!
Takuma Sato walks out of the north side door wearing his blood stained and beat up looking Karategi as “Something to Believe in” By Off-Spring plays on the speaker system inside the Rungrado. The North Koreans let out a roar having been fascinated with Sato’s quick victory against Dwight Couch in the first round. Sato walks over to the two racks filled with armor and weapons and begins to contemplate his selection.
Rich Relando: Choose… your… weapon… and… God… be… with… you!
Chris Rodgers: This is a critical moment in this fight Scott. The weapon and armor you choose could mean life or death in a situation like this.
Scott Slade: I can’t even imagine. I know nothing about primordial combat, but what you’re telling me makes absolute sense.
Sato walks to the Armor rack first and lifts up a few of the pieces made of chain-link metal. After growing frustrated with their weightiness he tosses the last armor he was holding onto the sand. The decision shocks the North Koreans as he moves on to the weapons rack and grabs two pugiones daggers before making his way over to the east side of the pit.
Scott Slade: What in the world is Sato thinking? No armor?
Chris Rodgers: It’s a genius move. Really Scott, Sato relies on speed and quick movement. That Roman armor is far too heavy for him. Even his weapon choice was based off how he likes to attack. The Pugio is an ancient dagger used by the Roman’s as a side arm.
Scott Slade: That just seems like a bad pick to me Chris. Look at the reach of some of those arms! There’s a freaking trident available over there with at least a six foot reach!
Chris Rodgers: That’s true, but a good fighter always relies on his strengths. Keep in mind, we really have no idea what condition Jeremiah Vastrix is in after the vicious battle he had with Belial. He’s relying on being able to see through a single cybernetic eye and the beating his face has taken over the past month makes him a very vulnerable opponent in my opinion.
Sato’s music is cut and Rich Relando starts to introduce his opponent.
Rich Relando: His… opponent! From… Hong… Kong, China! He… is… a… former… tag… team… champion… and… was… once… known… as… God’s… gift… to… women… around… the… world! The… man… who… crushed… the… skull… of… Belial… himself… and… won… you’re… hearts! JEREMIAH! VASTRIX!
The south side gate of the pit opens as “Down Low” by R. Kelly begins to play on the sound system inside the Rungrado. From out of the shadows appears a frightening and almost unrecognizable Jeremiah Vastrix. The Koreans chant “Robo-Man” as Jeremiah steps onto the sand and into the artificial lighting of the stadium revealing a completely shaved head full of stitches and scars. His face now more metallic than organic human skin. The side of his skull where his last good human eye resided is now mostly made of metal and the socket has been completely sealed to protect his brain. His one Cybernetic eye glows bright red and begins to scan the weapons and armor racks as he walks over to them crunching numbers as to what will be the optimal selection.
Chris Rodgers: Good lord! Jeremiah’s head looks like it’s gone through a garbage disposal!
Scott Slade: What on earth have they done to him?
Chris Rodgers: I think the damage sustained from that Belial creature was far greater than we anticipated Scott. Jeremiah may suffered some brain damage when that claw pierced his eye and judging by how much organic flesh he’s lost and had replaced with more robotic parts one has to wonder what’s left of the man’s soul.
Scott Slade: A philosophical question for another time my friend, it looks like Jeremiah is ready to make his decision.
Jeremiah takes the time to put on a Lorica Segmentata armor piece and then walks over to the weapons rack where he dismounts the large three pronged trident spear from it. The cyborg is a sight to behold, like some sort of heavy-metal cyborg version of the Roman God Neptune. Some men wheel the racks away and back inside the pits gates. The fans start to roar in anticipation as the Emperor happily sounds the gong and screams out “FIGHT” in his native Korean.
The two fighters start to circle one another inside the sandy pit as the onlookers start to applaud in expectancy of the extreme violence to ensue. Jeremiah's eye radiates brighter as he begins to scan Sato’s movements looking for any weakness. Vastrix makes the first move, attempting a long lunge with his trident’s fork, but Takuma easily evades it with a spin move and they immediately go back to circling one another again.
Scott Slade: The last time these two met one on one against each other was during the Tournament of Fortune in Las Vegas, Nevada early last year. Jeremiah was able to use his eye to read Sato’s movements and replicate his fighting style earning himself a big win to get into the final against Valora Salinas.
Chris Rodgers: Indeed he did, but don’t forget Sato and Dresden were able to earn a tremendous victory against him and Abishag for the Tag Team belts recently. One thing is for sure, this is the last time will see these two fight each other, because only one of them is walking away from this thing alive.
Scott Slade: Another thing we haven’t talked about is the miraculous recovery Sato has made since his injury at Ultra Slam. That right hand looks pretty much completely healed!
Vastrix moves in close and attempts another thrust toward Sato backing him up against the wall of the pit. The strike forces Sato to use his right Pugio to block and hold Jeremiah’s trident from piercing him. Sato uses all of his strength to push the cyborg back with his dagger and is able to unpin himself from the wall. The two battle in a test of strength until Vastrix’s uses the wooden end of his trident to smack Sato in the face sending him back into the wall forcibly. Takuma’s head hits the wall hard and the blow disorients him long enough for Jerimiah to attempt to impale the martial artist. His attack fails to hit Sato who dodges the strike at the last second causing Jeremiah to fork the wall. The trident sticks into the wall and permits Takuma the time and chance to chop the wooden stem of the trident in half with one of his blades. Then with the grace of a ballerina and the power of a horse, Sato hits Jeremiah with a spinning wheel kick to the mid-section that separates the fighter from his damaged weapon and sends him staggering back to the center of the pit gasping for oxygen.
Scott Slade: Impressive fighting technique from Takuma Sato as always.
Chris Rodgers: I’ve talked with him in the past and he’s told me the only way to beat Jeremiah is to free your mind and re-act more in the moment. He says it interferes with his ability to predict and read your movements with that cybernetic eye of his.
Scott Slade: That makes sense to me… A planned attack would probably be one of the worst way’s to approach a fight against someone like Jeremiah.
The crowd lets out a roar, clearly enjoying every minute of the barbaric battle taking place between the two fighters. Sato spins the daggers in hands around like a trained assassin as he intimidates the cyborg back toward his side of the pit. Jeremiah knowing full well that he is defenseless and being backed into a corner makes a sprint toward his broken trident laying in the sand. The choice comes with consequences as Sato drops to one knee and spins around using both his daggers to slice through Jeremiah exposed hamstrings. Blood sprays the sand as the cyborg drops to the ground landing on his knees and skids over to his trident. Jeremiah turns around just in time to block Sato’s duel blades with the fork of his slightly shorter trident. Takuma had leapt into the air and was attempting a killing blow, but Jeremiah was able to block it and shoved Sato away with his half trident. The spectators let out another roar of ovation as they cheer the two fighters on.
Scott Slade: I can’t look! This is just insane! The suspense is going to give me a heart attack!
Chris Rodgers: In a fight like this one false move could be your last. There are no second chances and any blow could end it all in a single moment.
Sato regains his footing in the sand just as Jeremiah gets back to his feet. The cyborg fights off the pain in his legs to launch a frightening attack. The desperate cyclops begins to wave and swing his trident toward Sato and with the help of his eye, he’s is able to land two flesh wounds with the fork slashing Sato's chest and ribs open. The blood runs down the thin but muscular body of the martial artist as he manages the pain and keeps his composure well enough to dodge and parry Jeremiahs next few attacks. Sato in an epic display of agility runs toward Jeremiah and front flips over him in attempt to surprise attack him from the rear. The cyborg reads Sato's movements perfectly and turns around just in time to slash both of Takuma’s forearms causing him to drop both daggers into the sand.
Scott Slade: Oh no! This could be all she wrote Chris! Sato just lost both of his weapons and is completely defenseless.
Chris Rodger: A martial artist like him is never defenseless Scotty. Never…
The cybernetic cyclops cocks back his trident and attempts to impale Takuma, but once again his unbelievable dexterity and reflexes save him as he avoids the fork portion of the weapon and grabs hold of the handle yanking it away from Jeremiah. Sato then uses the trident to smack Vastrix repeatedly in his metallic cyborg head doing mass damage to the robotic components. The final whack sends sparks flying as Jeremiah stumbles back against the pit wall. Sato runs and attempts a jumping super kick, but once again Vastrix sees it coming and dives out of the way onto the grimy pit floor. As he hits the ground, he rolls for a few feet before coming to a stop near one of Sato’s daggers. Sato at the same time absorbs his velocity against wall and spring boards off of it back toward Jeremiah and lands on his feet.
Scott Slade: Both men look to be tiring out Chris, and in my opinion they’re making mistakes because they’re looking to end things fast.
Chris Rodgers: Neither one of them is going down without giving it a hundred percent of what they’ve got tonight Scott.
Sato moves in for an attack with Jeremiah still on the ground concealing the dagger he’d retrieved from the sand beneath him. As Sato seizes him by the back of his Roman armor, Vastrix turns around, and stabs the martial artist in the gut with the Pugio. The blow knocks Sato back and off of his feet as he lands in the sand with the dagger sticking out of his torso. Sato grabs the dagger and pulls it out of his gut as blood pours out of his abdomen. Sato struggles to his feet as the North Koreans launch into a frenzy of crowd noise after witnessing a defining moment in the fight. Jeremiah stands up completely and backs up surprised to see Sato standing after suffering massive wound.
Chris Rodgers: Good God! How is he standing after being stabbed in the stomach! The pain he’s in right now is excruciating!
Scott Slade: Sato has always been a mind of matter kind of man, but this is taking it to a whole new level Chris.
Chris Rodgers: I took some shrapnel in the belly in Nam once and just the stomach acid alone getting into the wound made me cry like a baby!
Sato applies pressure to the wound trying to keep from losing too much blood. Jeremiah takes a martial art’s stance and then goes after Sato. Takuma tosses the dagger away and also takes up a Jeet Kune Do fighting stance. Sato intercepts the cyborg and hits him with three standing sidekicks pushing Jeremiah back away from him. Vastrix returns the favor with a side kick of his own, but Sato swats his leg away with his bleeding forearm and retaliates with a kick of his own aimed at the cyborgs cybernetic eye. Jeremiah slaps it away using the same exact blocking technique Takuma had used on him. Both fighters take turns testing each other with kicks and blocks repeatedly. The physical exchange only further energizing the crowd.
Chris Rodgers: This has gone from “Gladiator” to “Way of the Dragon” and the North Koreans are loving it!
Scott Slade: Sato has to be feeling woozy with the amount blood he’s lost. His white pants are stained blood red! It’s gruesome, but at the same time, this is one of the most epic fight’s I’ve ever seen!
Sato launches into Jeremiah with another series of kicks, but Jeremiah blocks them and then returns fire with a massive spinning wheel kick to Sato’s face that connects dead center on his chin. The impact from the blow sends Sato flat on his ass on the pit’s sandy surface. Sato gets to his hands and knees and begins holding his right fist in attempt to harness his inner chi. Jeremiah moves to attack him with a running front kick just as Sato stands upright. Takuma blocks Jermiah’s wild kick and then nails him dead center in the heart with a ferocious punch that causes Jeremiah’s whole body to go limp.
Chris Rodgers:HEART PUNCH! HEART PUNCH!
Sato doesn’t stop his attack, he instantly launches into an insane combo, as he smashes the Cyborg hard on his human chin rocking what’s left of the brain inside his cranium. Sato then follows the attack with another stern punch to the gut, and finishes the combination with a powerful chakra powered punch straight to the cyborgs cybernetic eye. The blow crushes the metal eye socket and sends the cybernetic War Hammer built eye up into the air and right into the balcony seat of the Emperor. The eye lands in Kim Jong Un’s lap and begins to flash red at an ever increasing rate before exploding much to the horror of the North Korean crowd. The detonation causes the entire balcony to collapse onto the stage killing the Emperor instantly. Jeremiah drops to his knees and the falls unconscious onto the sand flat on his face. The crowd goes silent at first and then seconds later chaos ensues as the North Korean people break into a riot not knowing how to react to their glorious leader’s death.
Chris Rodgers: HOLY FUCKING SHIT! RUN SCOTT! FUCKING RUN!
Rodgers pushes Slade out of his seat as they ditch the commentator booth and make a mad dash for the gladiatorial pit. North Korean soldiers hurry out of the backstage area and begin to try to dig their Emperor out of the wreckage hoping that he may still be alive. The unrest in the arena grows worse every minute, as people begin to fall on the floor, and get trampled on by their fellow countrymen. Rich Relando jumps into the gladiator pit after Slade and Rodgers who are now standing next to Sato watching the carnage unfold.
Takuma Sato: Come on! Help me pick Vastrix up, we’ve only got a few minutes to get to the others and get the hell out of here. Once they find Kim dead they’ll be after us for vengeance…
Chris Rodgers: Did you do that on purpose?
Takuma Sato: Stop asking stupid questions! Let’s go or I’m leaving you all behind!
Sato picks up the unconscious Jeremiah Vastrix in his arms and with the help of the announcers, together they make their way toward the pits south gate for a quick escape.
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Once inside they rushed up the stairs to the holding room where Valora was already waiting for them after having freed Huckleberry, Kronin, Abbadon, and the now conscious Vendredi. Dead bodies littered the room from Abishag’s earlier rampage and the room was now completely empty except for the remaining Ultimate Wrestling roster, the announcers, and some of the Ultimate Wrestling ring setup crew.
Valora Salinas: Alright listen up everyone! Takuma may have just given us the opportunity to escape! We’ve got to work together and be smart if we’re going to have even the slightest chance of getting out of this shit hole alive! Takuma, put Vastrix down and let me look at your abdomen wound right now! Kronin, Hucklberry, and Abby you keep an eye out for incoming soldiers! Cover all entry and exit points! The rest of you, see if you can get Jeremiah to come to! If we’re lucky, we can get to the hangar housing the planes we came in on and get the hell out of here!
Chris Rodgers: How do even know if the planes are fueled? For all we know, they’ve scraped them for parts by now!
Valora Salians: JUST DO WHAT I FUCKING SAID GRINGO!
Rodgers shut’s his yap and everyone started to follow Valora’s commands. Kronin searched the dead bodies and found a few Ruger P (Series) Semi-Automatic Pistols. He tossed one to Huckleberry and another to Rodgers. Abbigail and Abandon followed his lead and picked up some fallen rifles that had been dropped on the ground. Valora started to yell at Sato for not putting Jeremiah down until Sato interrupted her catching her off guard.
Takuma: Listen to me V! That psychopath was planning to launch a nuclear missile attack to wipe out the entire west coast, Hawaii, and Alaska! It’s some sort of sick revenge plot against the U.S. for the way they treated his father and grandfather. I have no doubt the military will follow through with his plans now that I’ve murdered the Emperor! We’ve got to stop this launch or millions of people will die!
Valora Salinas: There is no way in hell you know that will happen for sure! Our number one priority is getting out of here alive! With Kim gone these people might actually come to their senses! An attack on the U.S. would be a death sentence for their entire country! It’s fucking suicide!
Sato and Valora’s argument came to a sudden conclusion when the blind cyborg started to speak. Everyone thought that Jeremiah was still unconscious. He hadn’t moved a muscle while in Sato’s arms. With no eyes it was impossible to tell if the machine man was conscious, unconscious, or dead for that matter.
Jeremiah: It’s true… What Sato is saying, it is going to happen. My father and Allen Anderson will make sure of it. The War Hammer Corporation wants to destabilize the world in order to sell more of their 21st century high tech weapons of war to the leaders of the world. With the United States unable to police the world as it has since World War Two, the Earth will descend into chaos!
Vendredi: This why we are here everyone! To save the world! It’s what the Barons of the Multiverse have been preparing me for all these years! We must stop this destiny of chaos from transpiring!
Valora Salinas: erraahhhh! God damn it!
Valora punched the wall hard, angry at herself for not seeing it sooner. Anderson had dropped hints that War Hammer was planning something big, but she never imagined that it would be this horrific. The entire gang became solemnly quiet as they attempted to process what they’d just been told. The silence was broken when Kronin quickly squeezed off a few rounds from his gun killing some soldiers coming toward them from the hallway leading to the stage. The German was a crack shot and even with the deadly poison coursing through his veins his concentration was unyielding.
Kronin: We’re running out of fucking time Valora! Do what you need to do so that Sato doesn’t bleed out and let’s get the fuck out of here now!
Valora nodded at Kronin signaling she understood the severity of the situation. She then found a broken piece metal from a damaged rifle and a lighter from another dead guard. She then heated up the metal as hot as she could get it in order to cauterize Sato’s wound. Sato placed the blind cyborg on his feet and Relando and Slade helped keep him upright. Sato shrieked out in agony as Valora placed the searing metal on his open wound. A few seconds later the bleeding had stopped much to the relief of everyone in the room. Sato sat leaning up against the wall breathing heavily and holding the injured spot on his belly.
Takuma Sato: Ahhh….Thanks… V.
Valora Salinas: Alright that’s done! Let’s move! We’ve got to find some transportation and figure out where the fuck this missile base is located! If we’re going to die here tonight, than we might as well die being heroes and saving the lives of millions of innocent people!
Rodgers: Don’t get all doom and gloom on me already! We might still make it out of here alive and stop the attack! You and Kronin aren’t the only individuals here with military experience! We can do this people!
Valora rolled her eyes at the old Vietnam War veteran and then gave the signal for everyone to move out toward the exit of the Rungrado. Kronin took another group of soldiers out that were coming down the hallway before joining the rest of them in their escape toward the exit stairs. The stadium entrance floor is full of civilians in full out panic mode running around like crazy, shoving each other, fighting with each other, and some even looting for whatever they could find worth taking. Some soldiers tried to put a stop to the terror by shooting a few dozen people, but they were quickly engulfed by the mass and trampled over. The group swiftly made their way down the stairs and assimilated into the mob. Incredibly they were able to get through to the exit doors with only losing a few of the setup crew members in the process. Once outside, the group bore witness to the destruction caused by the Abishag’s escape only an hour ago. Turned over vehicles on fire, dead soldiers and civilians everywhere, and people running to their vehicles filled the parking lot of the Rungrado.
Huckleberry: Lord Baby Jesus… You mean Mr. Abishag did all dis by Em’self?
Chris Rodgers: Never mind that you numb-skull! He’s cleared us a path and given us a chance to get out of here! We just got find something big enough for all of us to fit in!
Abbadon: What the fuck is going to be big enough to transport all of us?
Huckleberry: What about dat’der military cargo truck? That looks like a mighty fine vehicle tah me!
The Appalachian Hillbilly pointed out to a North Korean transport truck sitting about 50 yards from them parked by the arena loading dock. Everyone turned around at the same time and looked to where the Huckster was pointing. A sudden immense sense of relief came over the group. It was clear that some of the crew and announcers feared they would be left behind by Valora if it had to come down to it.
Kronin: That’s perfe…. BLUUUAAAAHHHH! ect… Ohh God! BLLLUUUAAAHHHHH!!!
Suddenly Kronin started to vomit on the ground profusely and Huckleberry shortly joined in after him. The poison in their systems clearly was really starting to affect them both with sever nausea. Abbigail and Sato did their best to help them as Valora once again took command of the group and helped them focus on the task at hand.
Valora: Alright people! Let’s move! The sooner were on that truck, the safer we all are!
The group rushed in the direction of the cargo truck, but before they could even get more than 25 yards toward it, they began to take fire from snipers perched up on the roof of the stadium. The rest of the Ultimate Wrestling crew workers were shot as the surviving members of the group dove behind a flipped over military truck for cover. The snipers continued to fire at the vehicle as the group hunched down low and braced for an onslaught of bullets to hit and ricochet off of the metal of the truck.
Scott Slade: Oh God! We’re going to fucking die! We’re dead! We’re dead! I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!
Valora saw that Slade was having an anxiety attack and she smacked him across the face in order to snap him out of it.
Valora Salinas: Shut the fuck up and stop panicking or I will shoot you myself! Do you understand me?
Scott started to rock back and forth, hyper ventilating. Valora’s attention turned to the sick Kronin. The German was too busy having it come out both ends on his hands and knees to help her. Reinhardt slid her his gun along the pavement. Valora picked it up and signaled to Rodgers, Abbigail, and Abandon to pop up and return fire on the count of three. All four of them stood up and started returning shots at the snipers. Valora and Rodgers actually hit two of them, dropping them from the roof of the Rundgrado and onto the concrete some forty feet below. One of the snipers however got a clear shot at Abbadon and planted a bullet between his eyes splattering his brain all over the concrete behind them. The Blob worshiper fell to the pavement backwards as blood and brain matter pooled beneath his skull and onto the concrete. The rest of the armed Americans ducked back down and took cover realizing another one of their party members was now dead.
Sato: Fuck, this isn’t going to work! We need some sort of distraction to get to the truck Valora!
Valora: Like what? You want to sacrifice yourself for the rest of us?
Huckleberry: What about use’in one of these grenades I done pulled one them stiffs back in the stadium?
Everyone turned around and stared at Huckleberry with bewildered expressions on their faces.
Valora: Why didn’t you say something earlier you idiotic hillbilly?
Huckleberry: Well yah didn’t damn well ask me now did yah?
Everyone shook their head in disbelief, frustrated with the Appalachian.
Valora: What the fuck are you waiting for! Pull the pin and throw it as hard as you can at those puntas!
Huckleberry: Ain’t no way I can throw this here grenade that far! I ain’t no Cy Young winner damn it!
Valora: Fine! Abby! You’re up!
Abbigail used her inhaler for the second time and then the Huckster tossed her the grenade. The others pressed themselves close against the truck tight to try to avoid getting shot like Abbadon. Abbigail waited for the shots to slow down and when an opening opened up she pulled the pin and used all of her drug induced strength to launch the grenade up onto the roof of the Rungrado. The grenade exploded and took out the snipers posted on the roof. A large portion of the Rungrado collapsed to the ground as the group rushed out from behind the flipped truck and sprinted toward the military cargo truck.
Valora: Move! Now’s our chance! Abby get the sick and injured into the back of the truck!
Once at the truck, Valora smashed the window to gain access inside and immediately began to hot-wire it. Rodgers and Abby started loading the rear of the truck with the sick and injured as Valora had instructed. Jeremiah, Relando, Slade, Kronin, Vendredi and Huckleberry were put in first as Sato stood watch outside the rear of the truck. The sound of the diesel motor powered truck firing up caused everyone to let out a small cheer as Valora successfully hot-wired it. Abbigail jumped in the back with the sick and Injured and Sato and Rodgers rushed up to the passenger side door and hopped into the cab with Valora.
Rodgers: Let’s move! Everyone is on board!
Valora shifted the truck into first gear and started to move the large vehicle toward the parking lot exit. Once on the street, Valora hastily steered the truck toward the Chongryu Bridge on-ramp. A few moments later the Americans were on the bridge driving over the Taedong River heading north out of Pyongyang. A smile came over the three individuals sitting in the cab, but those smiles were short lived. The base of the bridge had been police barricaded with the Pyongyang PD blocking the road with their police cars. The officers had guns pulled out and pointed at their truck and were looking for a clean shot. Inside the cab the only sound that could be heard was the windshield wipers working at maximum to wipe away the icy sleet that was bombarding the truck.
Sato: Fuck! What do we do now?
Rodgers: Just ram those fucking assholes! This is an armored military vehicle! Will go through those pussy little euro cop cars like a hot knife through butter!
Valora didn’t say a word and mashed the gas pedal to the floor. The big diesel engine roared loudly as she shifted into the highest gear and reached maximum speed. The cops began firing at the truck, but most the bullets hit the metal and bounced off without even leaving a dent. The big diesel cargo truck slammed hard into the police vehicles, ramming them off the road, and totaling them in the process. The officers barely had time to dive out of the way without being severely crushed and killed much to their dismay.
Valora: FUCK YEAH! TAKE THAT YOU FUCKING PUNTAS!
Rodgers: That’s what I’m talking about!
Sato: There’s an on ramp heading north out of the city! Take it!
*Valora down shifted the truck and braked hard as she steered it onto a highway on-ramp. The vehicle drifted slightly on the icy pavement, but Valora handled it like a professional racing driver. She then speedily got onto the national highway 65 and merged into traffic as she once again shifted into 4th gear with her foot mashed down on the accelerator. In the back of the truck, things were not going as well for Abbigail. Huckleberry and Kronin’s condition had deteriorated to the point where they were both now on their hands and knees on the bed of the truck vomiting and shitting profusely.
Huckleberry: I can’t stop shit’in in my pants and puke’in at the same damn time! What tarnation was in that stuff!
Kronin: Oh my God! Please shut the hell up! Please! Just the sound of your voice makes me sick!
Abbigail: Whatever was in it doesn’t matter, you’re just going to have to fight through it like Kronin is trying too. You both got some of the antidote in you. If we can get out of this country, than we can get you to a Doctor. More than likely they will be able to figure out a way to replicate that antidote with samples of your blood. At least that’s Valora told me earlier…
Slade: Just hang in there guy’s. At least were on the highway…
Suddenly the cab panel slid open and Sato pressed his head against the mesh to yell out everyone in the back.
Sato: Jeremiah! When you were taken by your Father and this Anderson guy, did they happen to state where the base was? Do you remember seeing anything that might give us a clue as to where the Missile base might be located?
Vendredi helped sit the injured Cyborg up so that he could better communicate with Sato. It was clear Jeremiah was barely hanging on after suffering through several beatings and being subjected to life threatening cybernetic operations. The blind cyborg though was a fighter and staying conscious. He was determined to stop his father’s plan and get home back to America alive.
Jeremiah: The base is located in Jonchon! It’s tucked away in a forested mountain range in the far north of the country. It’s actually not far from the Chinese border, but who knows if they would be willing to take us in…if we even make it that far that is… I might be able to work something out since I do have Chinese citizenship…
Sato sat back down in his seat and opened the glove box of the truck. He pulled out a military map much to his gleeful satisfaction.
Rodgers: Well how about that! Maybe our lucks turning around!
Valora: What does the map say Takuma? Are we heading in the right direction?
Sato looked over the map closely taking the time to make sure he was reading the roads correctly. Most of the names were in Korean, but thankfully his father’s insane education regiment had paid off. Korean was one of the many Asian languages his father had forced him to learn during his years in elementary school.
Sato: It looks like if we stay on national highway for the next couple of hours heading north, will only have to change expressways once. It’s a clear shot Jonchon from that point on. We just have to try not to attract any more attention to ourselves. Also it looks like the road eventually turns into an unpaved dirt road about 100 miles from the base.
Rodgers: Well let’s just hope no one realizes who we are. Luckily were in a military vehicle, so I doubt will have any further trouble with the police or civilians.
Valora: Yeah if the truck doesn’t break down…
Sato: It will make it Valora. Stay positive. Please… the other’s need you to be strong right now.
Rodgers: Yeah Punta! Buck up!
Valora: Dios Ayumdame…
The groups spirits seemed to be picking up as the truck bellowed down the highway heading north at a screaming pace. The weather was bad, but it didn’t slow down or phase Valora at all. She was determined to reach Jonchon before Anderson and War Hammer could launch the nukes. By dawn the cargo truck had reached the remote region of Jonchon. For the last three hours the road had gone from paved, to a rocky dirt road full of potholes making for a very uncomfortable ride. The forest they’d been driving through was full of fog and the sleet had now turned into snow flurries. Valora didn’t mind though as she figured it was helping hide them from the North Koreans, who without a doubt, were attempting to hunt them down.
Sato: That last sign put’s us about 2 miles away from the base V.
Rodgers: Probably best to find a place to hide the truck. Not everyone is going to be able to come with us. Half the guy’s in the back aren’t even any shape to walk, much less fight.
Valora nodded without saying a word and continued to drive up the road at a very slow pace looking for an off shoot trail like the ones she’d spotted occasionally along the way. Finally after a good ten minutes they came upon a side dirt road. Valora pulled off the main motorway and drove the truck for another good 15 minutes before pulling off next to a large tree with a great deal of foliage. She cut the motor and then swung open her door.
Valora: Vamonos…
The three in the cab exited the truck and made their way to the rear of it where Abbigail was already waiting for them. Her eyes were still blood red for the War Hammer drug in her system, and unlike the others in the cargo bed she seemed extremely alert and ready for anything. The drug clearly keeping her energy levels up without the need of food or water. Whatever Anderson had given Valora, it obviously was something War Hammer had developed to enhance soldier performance in the field.
Valora: How they doing back there Abbs?
Abbigail: Kronin and Huckleberry passed out from dehydration from all the vomiting and diarrhea, but there still breathing. The rest of them are really tired and Jeremiah has been going in and out of consciousness for the past two hours. What can I say, there in rough shape…
Valora shook her head in frustration, at best she had maybe three people that she could bring with her for help. She also knew she would have to leave someone behind to defend the defenseless.
Valora: Alright! This is how were doing this. Abbigail you’re the muscle, you’re coming with me. Sato you too. I’m going to need your agility and you’re fighting ability if we’re going to get inside and somehow put a stop to this.
Sato nodded in agreement.
Valora: Rodgers, Vendredi, and Slade you’re staying behind to guard the sick and injured.
Rodgers grew angry as soon as he heard Valora’s last sentence. It was clear the old Vietnam War veteran felt that he was needed on the base infiltration mission.
*Rodgers:v No! No way am I letting some lesbian led lib-tard suicide squad go without me when the fate of the world is hanging in the balance! You need someone with real combat experience!
Valora: You’re going to do as I say old timer! Do you understand me Pendejo?
Rodgers grew irate and started to rant like a crazy old man. Abbigail, irritated with Rodgers tone, moved in behind him and slapped him upside the back of his head knocking him out and onto the dirt road.
Valora: Thank you Abby… God that old fuck is a pain in the ass! When he wakes up make sure he stays put! Don’t let him give away your position. Understand?
Vendredi, Slade, and Relando nodded. Sato walked over to Abbigail and patted her on the shoulder with grin on his face.
Sato: Haha..ha! Learned that from me earlier with Abishag didn’t you?
Abbigail: What can I say? You’re a good influence.
Abbigail winked at Sato. The three shared a small laugh before deciding how to tackle the track toward the military base. After leaving some last directives to those who were staying behind, the three fighters left the site of the cargo truck and moved into the woods. Armed with only a few fire arms and their physical and mental prowess to stop the North Koreans and the evil War Hammer Corporation. The three of them made quick work of the North Korean rough terrain with Abbigail Dresden leading the way. In 8 minutes they’d covered the 2 mile distance and were now hiding behind a rocky ledge looking down at the entrance to the Jonchon missile base. The base was full of North Korean soldiers guarding the perimeter, but on the inside it was all War Hammer personal running around preparing for the big attack launch.
Valora: Oh man… I’m not getting any younger…
Valora was clearly out of breath from the excursion through the woods. She was breathing heavily and covered in sweat. In her youth Valora would have been able to keep up with Abbigail without breaking a sweat, but time was catching up with her like did everyone.
Sato: V, it looks like the place is heavily guarded. We’re going to have to do this the stealth way and figure out a way into the complex without getting noticed.
Abbigail: What’s the matter the Valora? You tiring out on me?
Valora: Haha… real funny. I’m not on some fancy drug like you. Now let me see what’s going on out there.
Valora quickly surveyed the massive complex and commenced formulating a plan for infiltrating the base undetected. A voice suddenly came over the intercom on the speaker system for the base and announced the missile launch would be taking place in 30 minutes.
Sato: Doesn’t sound like we have much time V.
Valora and nodded, took in a cold deep breath, and then exhaled.
Valora: Alright Takuma. This is it. See that far left corner of the base? There’s a Korean standing guard there. You take him out without being seen or heard, and Abby will tear open a nice hole in the fencing for us to get into the compound. Once on site, we need to look for some sort of open door way, air duct, or sewer hole so we gain access to the inside of the complex. The key here is to not get caught or seen, because if we do…were probably good as dead.
Sato and Abbigail nodded and then Sato lead the way down to the northwest side of the mountain to the rear corner point of the base. The trio moved in close to the guard and hid behind some large trees so he’d be unable to see them. Valora grabbed Sato’s attention and pointed to some large rock formations above the guards post. Takuma like a stealthy ninja assassin, swiftly and quietly made his way up the rocky ledge above the guard. He then leapt off the ledge and landed gracefully right behind him before snapping his neck seconds later. The guard never had a chance to sound a warning and fell to ground dead as a door nail. Sato looked down at him with a somber look on his face. He couldn’t believe how easy it had been for him to kill again, especially after how horrible he’d felt after killing Dwight Couch during the tournament. His introspective thought broken only by Valora and Abbigail quickly rushing downhill and out of the woods.
Valora: Good work Takuma… Abby you’re up!
Abbigail Dresden walked up to the reinforced twenty foot high chain-link fence and with her bare hands she tore a human size hole in it. The three of them then hastily made their way onto the base and took cover by some military vehicles. Valora precipitously spotted an air duct twenty or so feet away from them and pointed it out to her two allies. The three of them waited for a War Hammer employee to finish unloading a truck nearby and then sprinted toward it. Abbigail ripped the vent lid off of the wall and Valora crawled into the duct-work followed by Sato and Abbigail behind him. Once inside, they began to crawl as quietly as they could through the HVAC unit pipeline.
Valora: Alright guys were in. This is farther than I ever imagined us getting…
Sato: You know, I’m starting to think Rodgers was right. You’re way too negative.
Valora: I’m a realist… now shut up and move as quietly as possible. We don’t want to attract any attention to ourselves. No telling who might be below us…
The group continued on, until Valora reached an air vent on the second floor of the military compound. As she looked through the large grate she saw no one around and with the coast clear, she dislodged the air vent and scooted her body through the opening. She carefully flipped down onto the floor landing quietly on her feet. She then helped Sato and Abbigail get down safely onto the floor. The room they were in seemed to be an equipment storage area that luckily was unguarded at this moment. The room was stacked full of wooden military crates and there was only one way in or out of the room.
** Valora:** Alright, listen up. I’ll be taking point. You two will shadow me with your guns drawn. We have to move carefully and silently.
Sato: What’s the plan though?
Valora: We have to find the main control room and take it out before the missiles are launched. If we can get one of these guards secluded and take him captive, we might be able to get the information we need if we threaten them enough.
Abbigail: Just let me beat on them for a while. They’ll talk.
Dresden cracked her knuckles in an aggressive manner.
Valora: Alright, let’s move.
The three of them nodded at one another and then pulled out their Ruger P (Series) Semi-Automatic pistols that Kronin had recovered from the dead soldiers at the Rungrado. In a sudden turn of fortune, Sato knocked over a crate in the room that was full of ammunition. The team took the time to reload and then exited the storage room. Once outside the storage room, the group moved toward the guard railing of the second floor hallway in order to look down at the main lower level.
Valora: Shhhh… we just hit the jackpot… maybe our luck is starting to turn for the better.
Valora pointed down on the main floor where Allen Anderson, lead executive of War Hammer was standing. Next to him, the President and CEO of War Hammer Michael Vastrix. Standing beside both of them was a giant man at least seven feet tall with an extremely muscular physique and an odd skin color. Alongside of him was a man with two swords strapped to his back in a ninja like mask and outfit. The team squatted down low on the floor and attempted to listen closely to what the War Hammer elite were discussing.
Michael Vastrix: The Emperor is dead, but were moving ahead with our plans to launch the missiles anyway. By the time the sun sets, the world will be completely different than it was when it arose. We are about to make history gentlemen and in the process ensure the legacy of War Hammer for the rest of human existence!
Allen Anderson: Tarrasque and Ishan, you are to make sure that no one interferes with our plans. Is this understood?
Michael Vastrix: Allen please, you’re stressing me out. Relax, no one is going to obstruct our plans. Those steroid pumped muscle bound wrestling idiots are probably dead by now. There’s no way, even with the help of my Son Jeremiah, that they could have had any hope of finding this secluded base.
Tarrasque: Dahhh…. Yeah boss. Dahhh… why you so grumpy? Me strong! Me Stop anyone! You no worry!
Anderson grew furious and smacked the behemoth Tarrasque in the face like an ignorant child. The enormous and vapid giant rubbed his face, but did not retaliate against his master Allen. It was clear to the group watching above that Tarrasque viewed Allen as some sort of father figure and was internally loyal to him.
Allen Anderson: Shut it, you idiotic dolt! The grown up’s are talking! Michael, you have no idea what Reinhardt and Salina’s are capable of if properly motivated. If they’ve learned of what we plan to do, then there is no doubt in my mind that they will try to stop us. That is why I need you two to be on your best guard! Do not let anyone into that elevator! You are the only thing between us and any hostile looking to stop us!
Ishan Goldenfire: That is a great deal of “if’s” sir, but don’t worry. The big man and I are more than capable of exterminating any pests that may show up…
Ishan had the voice of a demon and the aura of a Viper. Takuma could tell that he had taken many lives over the years as a hired mercenary for the War Hammer Corporation. He was not a man to be trifled with that was for damn sure.
Micheal Vastrix: Thank you Ishan, now remember! As soon as the missiles are launched we must make haste to the private jet. McStrump and the Americans won’t hesitate to strike back at the North Koreans. This part of the world will be wiped from the map and I for one do not want to be here when it’s obliterated and put out of its miserable existence.
Allen Anderson: Come on Michael. There isn’t much time left. We must make our way to the control room.
The loud computerized voice from the PA system announced 5 minutes till launch to everyone on the base. Michael nodded and the two most powerful men from the War Hammer Corporation made their way toward the elevator. Ishan and Tarrasque took post at the elevator door guarding it as they watched the rest of the War Hammer operatives finish the last of their tasks and orders. Valora sat there thinking of a safe way for them to get past Tarrasque and Ishan, but was quickly running out of time and options. Abby and Takuma knew it and decided for her…
Takuma: Valora, I know you don’t want to put us at risk, but the only way forward is for Abbigail and me to distract those two.
Abbigail: Takuma is right Valora.
Valora: No, there has to be another way…
Abbigail: Sorry Valora, but there isn’t!
Abbigail grabbed Valora and gave her big kiss on the lips before diving off of the second floor balcony guard railing. She landed on her feet some 40 yards away from Tarrasque and Ishan much to Valora’s shock. Sato followed after her and both mercenaries spotted them instantly and immediately moved in to intercept them. Valora didn’t have time to be angry as both Ishan and Tarrasque had now moved away from the Elevator leaving an opening for her. She quickly got to her feet and sprinted to the end of the second floor hallway. She carefully jumped down to the first floor and opened the elevator door before diving inside of it and shutting its doors. Ishan and Tarrasque were too distracted by Takuma and Abbigail to even notice that they had allowed the most dangerous woman in the world past them.
Isahan: So our Boss Allen was right to fear you and your friends… ah… but seems the great Valora Salinas and Kronin Reinhardt are missing! Are you really all that’s left of your pathetic group? Ha! Muhahaha! Hilarious!
Takuma and Dresden pulled out their semi-automatic pistols and unloaded their entire magazines at the hostile mercenaries. Tarrasque was to slow to move out of the way and braced to be riddled with bullets. Fortunately for the big oaf, Ishan in an incredible superhuman display of expert swordsmanship, deflected the shots away using the blades of his swords. Sparks flew from the steel of his blades as the shrapnel from the bullets scattered against the wall of the military complex. Out of bullets, Takuma and Abbigail tossed their weapons aside, and braced for close quarters combat.
Takuma: Impressive… but a real warrior fights hand to hand. Only a fool trusts his life to a weapon. Toss the blades aside Ishan! Show me what you got!
Ishan: Those are words of a man held at a disadvantage, but I should expect no less from a Sato.
Takuma: What’s that supposed to mean?
Ishan: Let’s just say we’ve met before millions of times through out the multiverse…
The two martial artist circled each other as Ishan placed his swords back into his holsters on his back. At this point Abbigail and mammoth Tarrasque had already begun to grapple with each other in a test of strength. Tarrasque laughed like an invalid enjoying the physical altercation with his attacker. Dresden could tell that she was fighting an opponent of immense strength, but with the relative intelligence of a five year old. The War Hammer henchmen who had been working on the first floor had encircled the four of them by this point and had their weapons drawn and pointed at Abbigail and Takuma.
Ishan: No! Do not shoot them! I want to kill these two myself!
The War Hammer mercenaries lowered their weapons and watched as the four fighters started their hand to hand battle to the death. Meanwhile, Valora had finally reached the third floor sub-basement of the complex. The elevator doors opened revealing a state of the art super science control room. As Valora stepped into the room her eyes locked onto Allen Anderson and Michael Vastrix standing at the control panel working on inputting the last of the security overwrite key’s needed to launch the War Hammer designed and built stealth thermal nuclear missiles.
Michael Vastrix: Finally! That was the last of the key codes! We’ve done it Allen! The world will finally go back to the way it was before last world war! The days of a one world super power are over!
Allen Anderson: It’s a fantastic achievement sir. One you’ve worked your whole life to achieve. It’s almost a shame that no one will know you were behind it all along.
Michael Vastrix: Now, now Allen, you know I’ve never been one who needed his ego stroked. All that matters is the survival of War Hammer, and today we’ve assured that.
Allen patted Michael on the back just as the computerized voice came over the speaker system again. Valora silently moved in closer and pulled out her pistol in order to take aim at Michael Vastrix.
Computerized Voice: Key codes activated. Missiles one through seven prepared for launch. Ten seconds till launch of missile number one. Count down commencing. Ten… Nine… Eight…
As the countdown started, Valora pulled the trigger firing multiple shots at Michael Vastrix. The bullets hit him in the back before ether he or Allen could react to the gunfire. Blood spattered the control console as the CEO choked on his own blood and collapsed onto the steel platform flooring. Anderson pulled out SIG Sauer M11 hand gun and returned fire at Valora tagging her in the left shoulder and arm. The Latina dove behind a giant super computer and took cover and Allen followed suit by crouching down low behind the main chair for the control panel. Michael continued to cough up blood as he bled into his chest and reached out to Allen for help.
Allen Anderson: Damn it Michael! I told you! The woman is relentless!
Michael Vastrix: Auuackkkahh…just…be…sure…that…Jeremiah…continues…my…work {bloody cough} by…any…means…necessary….
Michael’s breathing stopped and the CEO of War Hammer pasted on to the next plane of existence. Valora rolled out from her cover and fired a few shots at the chair Anderson was hiding behind attempting to hit Allen, but her shots missed. The countdown for the first missile ended and suddenly the entire base and the ground around it began to shake as the first missile launched from its silo deep within the mountain of Jonchon.
Allen Anderson: You’re too late Valora! The first missile is already in the air! In another sixty seconds all seven of them will be headed toward the American west coast!
Valora ignored Anderson and another ten second count down for the next missile launch commenced. A floor above them, the War Hammer mercenaries had one by one begun to leave the fight taking place on the first floor and headed toward the private War Hammer Corporate jets as they’d been instructed to do so once the first missile had launched. Allen and Michael earlier in the day had stressed the fact that they would have to make a quick escape once the missiles were fired.
Abbigail and Tarrasque had beaten each other bloody as had Ishan and Sato by this point. It was clear that no fighter had an advantage over the other and by the time a winner could be decided more than likely they would all be vaporized. However neither party yielded or made an attempt to escape and so the fights on first floor raged on. Down below however, it was becoming clear to Allen that he was no match for Valora Salinas in a gun fight even with much better firearm. Valora had shot Allen in the shoulder and the lead executive of War Hammer was beginning to bleed out.
Allen Anderson: I thought we had deal Valora? I help you and you help me! Don’t tell me you’re not a woman of your word!
Valora: That was before I knew you were going to vaporize my home town of Los Angeles along with the entire west coast you fucking crazy ass GRINGO!
The countdown for the second missile completed and once again the ground shook with intense force as another nuclear missile shot out of the mountain silo. Valora knew that at this point two missiles were already in the atmosphere and the likely hood of them being shot down was slim considering the War Hammer tech behind them. Lives had already been lost and the only thing she could do was try to stop the rest from being launched as damage control. Valora stood up and sprinted out of her hiding spot toward Allen risking her life in order to get to the console.
Valora: Fuck you! You’re a dead man Allen!
The Latina discharged her weapon at Anderson until her pistol’s magazine was empty. The shots missed Allen completely, but Valora wasn’t aiming for him. The bullets had struck the console panel at critical spots damaging serious components. Allen popped up from his hiding spot and shot Valora in the stomach dropping the Latina in cold blood on the floor. The control panel began to spark and then caught fire and the computerized voice that had been counting down the missile launches terminated its count down procedure.
Allen Anderson: Damn it! You ruined the remaining missile launches! No matter… you’ve failed Valora! You may have saved the lives of millions, but at least two American cities will be vaporized today! It will be more than enough to destabilize the United States as we planned!
Allen adjusted his expensive suit and tie before he swatted away some of his own blood that had oozed through it from his shoulder wound. Valora laid on the steel platform about seven yards away from the control panel bleeding heavily and screaming in pain and anger. She was covered in sweat, blood, and had tears in her eyes as Allen walked toward her.
Allen Anderson: America will enter a decline like it’s never seen before! It will be like the fall of Rome and from it War Hammer will profit! Hahaha! Now if you’ll excuse me there’s a jet waiting for me. I wonder what will kill you first… The stomach wound that you’re slowly bleeding out from? Or perhaps you’ll live long enough to be vaporized by the American retaliatory attack? Either way the world of espionage will miss its top assassin… I know I will! Good bye Valora!
Anderson sprinted toward the elevator and swiftly made his way up to the first floor. As the doors opened he bore witness to a red eye blood shot War Hammer drug enhanced Takuma Sato with his right arm sticking through the chest of his best assassin Ishan Goldenfire. Inside his hand was the still beating heart of the ninja assassin. Sato crushed it in his palm and then dropped it on the floor before and ripping his arm out of Ishan dropping him dead on the floor. The attack is so gruesome, so shocking, that even Tarrasque and Dresden had stopped fighting and were staring at Sato. Anderson broke the silence by shouting out to his muscular enhanced body guard.
Allen Anderson: Tarrasque! To the jet now! MOVE IT! As for you two! Don’t try to stop us! If you want to save Valora, you’re only chance is to get to her now before she bleeds to death!
Abbigail made a mad dash for the elevator as Sato sprinted straight at Allen and attempted a super kick. The move however failed when Tarasque jumped in front of Allen and blocked the kick before delivering a monstrous hay-maker that hit Sato straight in the chest and sent the martial artist flying into a giant stack of military cargo crates. Sato hit them with extreme violence and landed unconscious on the floor much to the delight of Allen.
Allen Anderson: Come on you idiot! We have to get to the plane!
Tarrasque: Dahh… is it boom time?
Allen Anderson: Yes! Now let’s go!
Anderson and Tarrasque rushed out of the complex just as Abbigail reached the third floor basement. The doors opened revealing an injured Valora attempting to get to her feet covered in blood. Abbigail immediately rushed out over to her and placed her hand over her wound to slow down the bleed.
Valora: We have to get… out of here… before McStrump authorizes a retaliatory attack…
Abbigail: I know, we felt the first two missiles that launched.
Valora: I stopped the rest…
Abbigail: You did a good thing Valora… Come on! We got to get the fuck out of here!
Abbigail helped Valora to the Elevator and they rode it back up to the first floor of the complex. As they exited out onto the floor Takuma was just getting back to his feet after regaining consciousness. It was clear to Abbigail that both Valora and Takuma were in no shape to hike back to the Cargo truck they’d arrived in.
Abbigail: We’re going to have to steal one of these jeeps. Valora do you think you can manage to hot-wire one of them if I get you over to it?
Valora: No problem… come on Sato, pull your shit together essay…
The three of them made it over to a Jeep and Abbigail helped Valora fire up the motor. Sato helped get Valora in the back seat and then he and Abbigail jumped into the front. The three of them peeled out of there like a bat out of hell and headed toward the complexes garage door. The War Hammer mercenaries and Allen had already taken off and most of the North Korean soldiers were standing around aimlessly trying to figure out why they had left in such a hurry. Dresden drove the jeep through the front gate of the complex busting it open and five minutes later they were at the cargo truck that they had left behind earlier with the rest of their group. The three were met with a very concerned Chris Rodgers and Scott Slade.
Chris Rodgers: What the hell happened? We saw two missiles launch?
Abbigail: There’s nothing we can do about it now Rodgers! Valora stopped the other five from launching! We’ve got to get the fuck out of here before the U.S attacks!
Chris Rodgers: I told you all, you should have let me come with you! Now all those people are going to die!
Sato: We don’t have time for this! The Chinese border is only some thirty miles away! If we’re lucky, will make to JI’AN before it’s too late! Chris you drive the cargo truck!
Rodgers for once followed orders and got in the truck and fired up the motor. The group pulled their two vehicles back onto the dirt road headed northwest alongside the Changja River. Fifteen minutes later the group could here loud emergency sirens from the base they had just left. A primal fear gripped the hearts of every individual including the semi-conscious Valora.
Sato: Shit… floor it Abby!
Abbigail: I’m going as fast as this piece crap can go!
Valora: Don’t worry you guys… were too far now from Pyongyang now… we made it…
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A large flash of light was seen in the far great distance of the southern horizon behind them and soon after followed a massive deafening explosion and giant mushroom cloud. Pyongyang was gone in an instant along with all of the poor people that suffered for so many years under their horrendous dictator. The process then repeated again in the north east horizon in the second largest city of North Korea. Everyone still conscious inside both vehicles went silent as they just made it to the border in time before further strikes were launched by the American ships off the Sea of Japan.
At first the Chinese refused to let them into their country, but with the help of the bilingual Jeremiah, the group was able to explain what had happened to them and how they made their escape. The Chinese border patrol allowed them passage and called for multiple ambulances for the sick and injured. Their attention however was more focused on what was transpiring on the news channels on their small television and the continuous nuclear strikes taking place south of their border in their neighboring country.
The Ultimate Wrestling roster had survived their horrific North Korean experience and with the help of the Chinese government and the States hospitals everyone who had made it across the border recovered and was able to make the trip back to the United States after a few weeks of care and rehabilitation. Los Angeles and Seattle had been wiped out by the thermal nuclear missiles launched by War Hammer and the North Koreans. 31.2 million Americans annihilated in the blink of an eye.
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The greatest tragedy in American history of the Nation with only the comfort of knowing that it could have been much worse if not for the brave men and women of the Ultimate Wrestling roster. There was no media mention of War Hammer and the blame had been solely placed on the North Koreans by President McStrump even though he had been briefed by the group about Anderson and Michael Vastrix.
At first the populace blamed President McStrump and the United Nations criticized his horrific retaliation on the nation of North Korea. However when the news broke that Ronald McStrump Jr. had perished in Washington State, the American people took solace in the fact the President was grieving along with them and the political pressure eased. A month after the tragedy, the Ultimate Wrestling roster and announcing team was invited to the White House. Every member of the surviving group was award the Medal of Freedom which is the highest medal a civilian can attain for aiding their country. Valora however purposely no showed to spite President McStrump blaming him publicly in the media for the entire catastrophe. Abbigail Dresden and Takuma Sato were given a full pardon for the drug crimes they were framed for as well.
Ultimate Wrestling president Rupert Mudcock announced that the final four surviving contestants from the deceased Emperors Death Sport tournament would fight in a special match at the next show set for New Year’s Eve at Madison Square garden and the winner would be crowned the new Franchise Champion. The match would be of course between Valora Salinas, Takuma Sato, Abbigail Dresden, and Huckleberry.
As for Cult of the Blob there little piece of paradise had been preserved by the Blob’s force-field from the nuclear holocaust. The anomaly had baffled American Scientist, but trying to research how and why was impossible due the radiation fall out in the area. It would be years before they could even hope to get close to the strange prism protecting the small mountain town. Abishag however had not been seen since his mutation and escape from the Rungrado stadium in North Korea. Rumors have surfaced that he'd been found in the Hailar River of Mongolia by a freedom fighter known as “The Great Khan” Chuluun Bold, but no proof of this was ever found.
The End.
Ultimate Wrestling will return for a Season 2!
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