The Dominion VS Juan Ramirez & Vangelous Olsig

 The scene opens as thus. The scene shows a heavily forested area. The trees thick and green. No signs of recent human habitats anywhere to be seen. The time of day is early evening. The sun sinking low in the horizon. Hues of soft pinks and blues, spackle the sky as though painted by the never seen celestial being which brought into the world all creation. A small campfire is seen, its flames dancing to an unheard melody. Sitting upon an old dead fallen tree is the sever foot plus behemoth known as Baine. he is dressed in blue jean shorts, white hi-tops and a black wife beater shirt. He holds in his hand a stick in which he uses to drag small designs in the dirt.

 Sitting in complete silence he seems to allow his mind to wander. Several moments pass until he looks to the camera which he had set up earlier, and begins speaking.

 Baine: "You know, as I look around this area I can't help but to think that this was once the home to countless native Americans. Hell they inhabited this area well over a thousand years before the first European explorers even thought about setting forth on this island. Though it's true name is now unknown, it has become known to the native people who still live as Massacre Island. You see upon it's discovery, the Europeans discovered a horrific scene indeed. This place was nearly covered waist high with human skulls. The explorers estimated there were no fewer than forty-thousand in total. I doubt that number is true, simply an embellishment to seem more important to the king or queen which they pledged their allegiance, From what I gathered from research, the latest historians have guessed this place to a sort of ancient mass burial site. Understandably, the foreigners which came to this place were considered heathen trespassers, and needed to be dealt with in a swift, harsh fashion.

 Hell, it's even rumored that this place was cursed by the ancient tribes as they were unable to stop these foreign invaders from settling here. The curse supposedly caused severe misfortune and tragedy to befall the infidels.

 In 1862, the Confederate army, not heeding the curse, erected Fort Gaines as a strategic military stronghold during the Civil War. My opinion is it was by far the bloodiest event in the recorded history of Massacre Island took place in August 1864, the battle of Mobile Bay. The Confederate army, unprepared for a major Union offense from the sea, had to recruit thirteen to fifteen year old boys who were forced to give their lives alongside the rest of the more highly trained army veterans. In just over a week, one thousand eight hundred people died during a battle that ultimately resulted in a Confederate surrender. The Union army landed on the bloodstained shoreline, literally stepping over the bodies of the dead soldiers surrounding the fort.

 Today, psychics and paranormal researchers agree that the area is populated with literally thousands of ghosts. Some of the spirits here are those of the Native Americans brought here as a final resting place. Others are recognized as the souls of the Civil War soldiers who died here. Those who have seen these ghosts say they behave as if they were still living out their daily lives as if during wartime."

 The scene opens to just outside this horrible place. Baine walks past the safe house near the east bastion. He notices that there is a tunnel underneath the bastion itself and unlike the southeast bastion tunnel, this one had remained in tact for some astonishing reason. Baine begins to walk through the dismally dark tunnel. Baine came out at an opening. Around him he recognized it instantaneously. Baine had always had a fascination with the history of torture methods. This room was once known as a POW, Prisoners Of War, cell. Soldiers captured by opposing forces during the war were subjected to horrendous conditions. This was common in the South, where there was a constant shortage of food and resources. In order to stay alive, many of the prisoners trapped rats for food. If they had the means, the prisoners would cook the vermin in the confines of their cells. But many were forced to eat the rat uncooked, and those who were going insane would sometimes eat it while it was still living. The privilege of being in a place like this. The scenery was a tad disgusting though. I mean there were long decayed bodies on the floor. Skeletons with fractured skulls. Partially eaten rats. To the average eye this was a scene of realistic horror. But, to Baine this was a scene of comfort. He, Baine, decided to embrace the moment. He lies down on the hard floor and just soaked up the feel of dread and fear that lay in this dismal place. This place where tortured souls still roam the eerie chamber. Where these souls moan for comfort but fine no form of resolution. Hell, some guy named Ezekiel is still looking for his other half. Baine gets up, looks into the camera and begins to speak.

 Baine: "You must be wondering why I have brought you through all of this shit aren't you Juan? A fair enough question I suppose. Well you see like this element you see around me, you are stepping into an element you cannot possibly fathom. You have the tenacity to cut a promo and treat it more like a music video. Not only a sad thing to do, but way pathetic. You spout out bile and shit from your lips, the entire time sounding more and more like a complete imbecile. Not only did you truly do a piss poor job at mentioning my brother and myself in any coherent manner, but the preschool pop shots were way to repetitive. You, like so many before you, use stereo typing in order to try to bring down your opponent. You failed bitch boy. I mean seriously, so many comments that were possible to make about me, all you managed was to say I am illiterate. Okay, lets go with that then. Just for argument's sake lets say I am illiterate. What the hell does that have to do with this match in the first place? It's a wrestling match not a spelling bee. Besides, unlike you the true illiterate one here, I know what my opponents names are. My brother Devin's name is Devin Hawk, not Devin Black, you douchbag. I wonder if there is truly an end to the stupidity you harbor inside yourself. And as far as "owning" The Dominion, well bub you couldn't own us if you were a shareholder of our stock. Do yourself a favor Juan, go back to Columbia and pick you some coffee beans. Reason being, its shows you sure as hell don't belong in the ULW.

 Also, I must say I would be more than a little concerned about your tag team partner not showing up this week to cut a promo. Hell Here I am finishing up a movie, socializing and hanging with some fans, and still I have managed to cut two this week. I'm uncertain which of you is more pathetic. Only time will tell, and your time is running out. So I will close now by saying something very cliché as not to further damage your mental imaging of what you feel I should be. You better give your heart to God bitch, because very soon, your ass will belong to me. Se you on Vengeance bitch."

Baine stands and kills the power to the camera, as the scene fades to black.

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