The blood red Cadillac rolled up into the dark, secluded dirt lot located on the outskirts of Memphis, Tennessee. A single streetlight illuminated the area where tall piles of dirt and gravel punctuated the open area surrounded by tall chain link fences.

It was quiet, and far away from any lookie-loo eyes.

After the car crept along and stopped, the doors opened and 85 Piru climbed out. First Choo Choo from the driver’s seat, and then Shotcaller from the passenger seat. Wazzup’s large body got out out from the backseat, and the three walk around to the trunk of the car.

Shotcaller, the leader of the Bloods gang, 85 Piru, wore the Pure Gold Championship belt around his waist.

He had just won the belt that night from Fuse Makoto at the Season 4 finale, Allegiance, and he wasn’t ready to take it off just quite yet. The adrenaline of the night’s match and what he witnessed of Draconium had him buzzed with energy.

Kicking and muffled yelling came from inside the trunk.

Choo Choo and Wazzup looked to Shotcaller for direction, and the gang leader nodded, prompting his homies to pop the trunk open.

Inside were two Japanese men, small enough to both fit in the trunk of a Cadillac, who struggled with their hands bound and red bandanas tied around their mouths and the back of their heads.

Their eyes were wide with fear.

“Get ‘em out,” Shotcaller commanded, which Choo Choo and Wazzup obliged.

The Japanese men were forced to a kneeling position on the dark, dirt ground, and Shotcaller walked around behind them. These were the same men from the Yakuza crime syndicate who had dogged Shotcaller all season long, which included shooting Shotcaller in a drive-by at Gold Strike 16.

That’s when the war began, and now Shotcaller was ready to end it.

Choo Choo and Wazzup watched as Shotcaller reached inside the Pure Gold Championship belt and pulled out a tucked pistol. With a twisted face of cold contempt, Shotcaller pointed it at the back of the head of one of the Japanese men and squeezed the trigger.

Blood sprayed out of the front of the man’s head, and his restrained body fell forward onto the dirt ground with a thud.

Shotcaller took a step over to the side and positioned himself behind the other Japanese man, pointed his pistol and pulled the trigger.

The other Japanese man’s body did the same thing as the first: it fell forward with a thump and a pool of blood began to form on the ground beneath him.

Shotcaller looked down at the Pure Gold Championship belt, which now had a fine mist of crimson blood sprayed across it. He smirked to himself without any regret or concern for evidence of the execution he had just carried out.

He tucked the pistol back into the belt around his waist and motioned to Choo Choo and Wazzup to get back in the car. They each opened their respective car doors, but before they climbed in, Shotcaller spoke.

“Memphis is our territory now.”