Post by Kira Izumi on Jul 30, 2018 16:52:39 GMT -5
Kira isn't in a hell hole like Wallmart this week. He's not even in Chicago right now. He doesn't want to put his family in harms way and have the chances of him and his family getting shot drastically increase. So he's in his east coast home of Lexington, Kentucky. A city and state where he spent a few years wrestling in. Behind him you can see the mountains that surround the city, where he actually is right now is actually in a farm field some nice folks graciously let him film on. There's a few horses in a fenced in area beside him as well on this sunny day. The clouds moving along as the fresh 'country' air is all around. He breaths in deep before exhaling.
"Ya smell that Finn? That's some fresh air. This here is some parts where me an' my wife an' daughter ain't gonna git shot just by walkin' down the streets at night. Granted i wouldn't walk down the streets at night no how. I mean what do ye take me for? some kinda ijit? Well i ain't. I mean hell i beat that wallmart lookin' mother fu- trucker Caden Walker down in Texas. An' i guess boss man saw somethin in me an' that performence 'cause he done gave me a shot at that there gold holdin' up yer britches."
He stops to walk up to the black wooden fence, which he proceeds to lean on.
"Ya know though Finn. This is my first real shot at a singles title in the Battleground. First real time ta prove all those doubters wrong and yet another chance ta git somethin' nice fer my little girl on over there. Well you cain't see her, but she's there playin' with some horses. That's not important though right now. But ya know somethin' Finn? If i can be honest for a minute. If i can be genuinely honest for just a minute, I just have ta say that i do respect you. Even if ye look like ya had way too much botox and plastic surgery. But ya know old man, i do respect ya."
"That's why i'm actually takin' the time ta talk ta ya in English. That an' Eddie, ya know the guy who subs these things all the time? Yeah him. He's done gotten married so i'd figured i'd give him a break for this show. So here's to ya Eddie! Now Finn, just 'cause i respect ya a bit ain't gonna mean i won't beat yer face back ta normal for ya. It don't mean i won't take that there strap from yer cold dead fingers. 'Cause that strap is an insurance fer me an' my family. Not just the family i grew through the business but my blood and my love. An' i certainly ain't lettin somethin so close git away from me so easily."
He goes on to walk around a bit more in the field before he continues talking.
"Ya know this here is probably my biggest match here since facing Izumi-chan last year. But unlike that match, i will be the victor. Weather i'll need some help from the family or i can do it on my own, it doesn't matter as long as the result is in my favor. As long as i can beat yer ass an' drop ye on yer neck with the Kira Driver '91. Just so long as i hold up that title and come out the victor all will be right my friend."
"Yer a bit bigger, a bit heavier, but i got more experience. I got what it takes ta git it done more often then not. An' i will git her done in Chicago. I've been doing this for four years so far an' ya know what? There ain't been no man, no woman, an' no team i ain't beat in the end when all's said'n done. An' this'll be no different. I'll see ye in the ring an' i'll kick yer ass Finn. An' after Chicago, well my friend, YER DEAD!"
He does a cut throat motion before turning his back away from the camera and he walks towards the horses and his daughter.
Post by Finn Whelan on Jul 30, 2018 22:22:19 GMT -5
FIGHTING IN THE TRENCHES
By DIMITRI WATSON
The Trench War Championship. A title forged in the fires of “war”, clearly fought within the trenches since nearly the inception of Union Battleground. For a long while, it was defended in multiple territories by the now Union Battleground Champion, and while Layton brought prestige to the title for 404 days . . . well, it will now be in the hands of someone who can bring it back to the glory that had been within its clutches. From Maclean, to Zombie . . . to Finn Whelan. Three owners iN less than a hundred and ten days.
Well, that just won’t do, will it?
Finn Whelan is a force that is often underestimated, and to be perfectly honest, it’s obvious why. The Seattle Saint looks more like a rockstar than he does a wrestler, but that’s the first mistake everyone makes -- make no mistake, it’s true, Finn doesn’t pack a lot of muscle on, and despite the immense amount of McDonald’s he ingests, it’s quite perfectly clear that his metabolism won’t let him gain much. Still. He’s barely two-hundred pounds. Dense muscle tissue or some shit, I don’t know. Combine that with that six-foot-four frame, and you’ve got someone who doesn’t exactly look like he should be in that ring whatsoever.
But that doesn’t change the fact that he’ll take your face and bash it into the mat.
A second mistake that most people usually find themselves making is not taking into account the fact that Finn just . . . honestly doesn’t give a fuck. He’s a decent dude. Loves his comatose wife. Loves his sister. Hell, in a way, that motherfucker loves me and I’m not even his blood family. But let’s put it this way: you stand in front of him, there comes a time where Finn just doesn’t care about the person across from him. He said it last time . . . he’s coming for blood. That’s the thing you guys don’t get.
Finn likes weapons.
Finn likes bending the rules.
Oh, he’ll stay within the boundaries of the rules, but he’ll bend them to make his shots. The place where he grew, So-Cal Ultraviolent? That’s where everything began to make sense. Everything fell into place. Maybe he was just some wolf hidden within the clothing of a falcon, watching, waiting for the moment to strike. Like a snake. Like a smart, calculated individual who waits until the right moment to break you into a million pieces.
So-Cal created a monster out of Finn, and no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, it rears its head whenever he feels like he’s lost touch with the world around him.
When he took the World Championship from Lex Collins in World Wrestling Headquarters, it wasn’t just for the championship itself. It was to ruin the man that stood in front of him, to break him into a thousand shards that couldn’t be glued back together. And he accomplished that task. It took three times, but he brought him down into the ground and buried him entirely, alive, with nothing left but a rope that snapped as he fell into the hole.
When he faced Kimitsu Zombie this last time, it was to take her championship, to prove that he was more than the failure he’d seem to be becoming. He knows that eventually he will have to face Elena, should she continue to hold the War Horse Championship. But even then . . . well. I know my siblings. They’ll fight their damndest like they did in their exit from WWH, but Finn won’t hold back any punches. When he has something, he’ll do everything he can to keep it within his grasp.
I admire him for that. It’s taught me a lot about my own World Championship.
But at L!GHTS OUT #27, Finn doesn’t face someone that holds the same type of candor and abrasiveness, though he tries to. Kira Izumi is a Japanese wrestler who, unlike most others, has a storied career within Union Battleground. He’s been within the promotion for about the same amount of time as Finn, even though he’d been around a bit in Season One. But that’s the thing, length of time you wrestled, how long you’ve been in a place . . .
. . . it doesn’t matter.
It doesn't matter if you're roughly the same height and build as the Seattle Saint. It doesn't matter if you think you have the same bloodthirsty spark that Finnegan has. It doesn't matter if you think you can do four thousand different things better, the fact of the matter is that Finn is going to be the one at the end of the match with his arm raised, his eyes filled with irritation, his championship in hand, and not even looking down at the ground after he pins Izumi down to the mat. Did I mention that Finn's mentor happened to be a Japanese wrestler who, by all means, should be locked in jail? He's not a docile little flower, able to be knocked down. Finn fights. He goes for it all. He pushes and he crawls for every piece of respect and dignity he's earned. And he won't stop simply because someone cares a bit more about their family -- Finn would do anything for his own.
And I say it doesn’t matter because honestly, in near two short years, Finn has done what he came to do, and he only gets better as he goes. Sure, everyone falls. Sure. Everyone breaks. But the fact is that a wrestler, even more so a champion, has to get used to fighting in the trenches. You don’t get to the top of a company, you don’t gain gold, just to let everything slide. You can’t be complacent. You can’t just say, “I’m here”.
Finn never has.
Until Four Corners, he’s never lost a championship. No one could beat him in one company, and he had to vacate both championships. Even if they ended up erasing the reigns because they’re shady motherfuckers . . . nevertheless, Finn Whelan knows what he has to do to continue holding the championship within his hands.
To hold it into the end of the season. To hold it into Season Three of Union Battleground.
He finally accomplished a goal: to become champion in Union Battleground. And while it may not be the one that he pushed for to begin with, he’ll hold it with honor. Dignity. And a few broken and bloodied opponents who have the audacity to discredit him. Kira. Anyone else within the promotion.
