After enduring a harrowing ordeal, the remaining members of the Ultimate Wrestling roster, staff, and crew were finally airborne en route back to America. They had spent a distressing week recuperating in a Chinese state hospital after escaping from North Korea after being forced into participating in the brutal "Death Sport" tournament. Clustered near the front left aisle of the plane, close to where flight attendants prepared refreshments, the wrestlers shared a tense atmosphere.
Valora emerged from the first-class curtain, guiding the cyborg man Jeremiah Vastrix, who was blind, towards their colleagues. Both wore serious expressions, signaling their intent to discuss a matter of grave importance.
Valora: Listen up, everyone! Jeremiah has something critical to propose. I've agreed to support him, but only if we unite. We need a consensus before we land, as U.S. government agents will undoubtedly be waiting to debrief us.
Jeremiah: Thank you, Valora. As some of you may know, my late father, Michael Vastrix, was the brains behind War Hammer Industries and its unsavory ties to North Korea's stealth nuclear program—a secret now known only to us on this plane. With his passing, I unexpectedly inherited the company.
Kronin: Didn't your father want you dead? Why would he leave War Hammer to you?
Jeremiah: It baffles me, too. I thought Allen Anderson would be his successor. Still, he couldn't stand the thought of an outsider controlling his empire.
Sato: Typical of the elite to keep it in the family.
Huckleberry: What does this mean for us, Mr. Vastrix?
Chris Rodgers: It's obvious, isn't it? He's offering us hush Money to cover up War Hammer's role in the nuclear attacks on Los Angeles and Seattle!
Jeremiah nodded his inability to see adding to his vulnerability. Despite his appearance, with eye patches covering where his human eye and cybernetic eye once were, his future and inheritance legacy weighed heavily on him.
Sato: Money won't silence me! The world must learn the truth, and those responsible must face justice!
Chris Rodgers: Speak for yourself! Jeremiah, make that check out to Chris Truman Rodgers!
The group collectively sighed, dismayed by Chris Rodgers' blatant greed.
Chris Rodgers: What? We all have bills to pay and risked our lives in this ordeal!
Jeremiah: I understand money alone won't convince everyone, but I consider the potential good I can achieve with War Hammer's resources. I'm setting up a five-hundred-million-dollar fund for the victims of the missile strikes.
Kronin: Generous, but it doesn't erase the fact that your company annihilated millions.
Jeremiah: I know. My first step is a thorough cleanup within War Hammer, starting with Allen Anderson. Give me a chance to turn this company into a force for good.
Valora: We should consider Jeremiah's offer. He has the means to make a significant difference now.
Abbigail: Perhaps Jeremiah could restore some balance with our guidance.
The team looked to Valora for direction, her leadership becoming the pivot on which their decision would turn.
Valora: Michael Vastrix's legacy is a swath of destruction, but if Jeremiah can use his inheritance to alleviate the suffering, we owe it to the victims to at least try.
Jeremiah: Thank you, Valora.
Valora: On one condition—Kronin and I need full access to War Hammer's databases to monitor the company's activities.
Kronin: I agree to this plan only if Jeremiah meets these terms. We must have oversight to prevent further misuse of War Hammer's capabilities.
Jeremiah: Agreed.
Sato: I'm in.
Chris Rodgers: Just don't forget my two million dollars.
Huckleberry Can I get a muscle car with flame decals?
Dresden: If Valora's in, so am I.
Scott Slade: I'll keep quiet.
Kronin: Then it's settled. Jeremiah, don't let us down.
As the tempest raged outside, the interiors of Valora Salinas' temporary Japanese residence felt equally tumultuous, with the weight of dark revelations looming over it. The usually serene room was now abuzz with the soft clicking of keyboards and the flicker of computer screens illuminating stacks of documents and digital files. Valora and her manager, Samantha Topher, were engrossed in the data sprawled before them—secret communications, contracts, and encrypted files—all from the renamed Jeremiah Vastrix-run Hammer Industries.
The howl of the wind and the relentless tapping of rain against the windows provided a stark soundtrack to their focused investigation. Both women knew the gravity of what they might uncover tonight could have worldwide ramifications. The walls of the modern, minimally decorated living room were adorned with a blend of traditional Japanese art and more contemporary pieces, reflecting the complexity of the cultural bridge Valora now found herself on.
Amidst their deep dive into the digital morass, a sudden, persistent knock at the door sliced through the concentration in the room. Valora glanced towards Samantha, who paused, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. With a mutual nod, Valora stood and moved toward the door, her steps measured and cautious.
Peering through the peephole, Valora saw the familiar, towering figure of Kronin Reinhardt. His usually composed face was drawn with worry, and his clothes clung to his frame, soaked from the storm. She quickly unlocked the door, ushering him into the room's warmth.
Valora: Kronin, you're drenched! Come in quickly. How is Kara doing?
As Kronin stepped inside, the concern in his voice was palpable.
Kronin: Thanks. It's not good at all. Since Chuluun bit her during that match, Kara's been unable to keep any solid food down. We're all quite worried about her. Except for the night of our match against the Yosida sisters, she has been growing weaker, and if she does have a brief moment of improvement, it doesn't last long.
Valora's expression was one of concern.
Valora: I'm sorry to hear that. I wish I could help more. Let's get you dried off. Unfortunately, there's a lot we need to discuss.
Kronin accepted the towel, drying his face and hands as he followed Valora into the living room. Samantha gave a small wave in greeting but was quickly drawn back to the glaring screens that held too many secrets.
They settled into an uneasy silence as Kronin took a seat, his posture rigid with tension. The room was filled with the soft hum of computer fans and the distant rumble of thunder, underscoring the seriousness of their late-night meeting.
Samantha: We have troubling news about Hammer Industries, Kronin. They've started selling advanced weaponry to the Russians. This isn't just any arsenal; these are high-tech weapons stockpiled during Michael Vastrix's tenure, hidden in Kilundu.
Kronin's jaw set firmly, his hands clenched slightly as he processed the information.
Valora: We've seen the files, Kronin. It's worse than we feared. The balance in Ukraine... it's tipping dangerously in Russia's favor.
The gravity of their conversation deepened as Kronin leaned forward, his voice low and urgent.
Kronin: That's not the worst part. Jeremiah isn't Jeremiah anymore. Kara and I reviewed those encrypted messages you sent over from his correspondence with Cardinal Urizar. It seems that Michael Vastrix's consciousness has somehow taken the portion of Jeremiah's brain that's a nanocomputer, controlling him like a puppet. I'm not even sure if Jeremiah is left in there. Kara seems to think that the computer virus is rewiring and rewriting his organic brain and genetically rewriting his DNA.
The storm outside seemed to echo his words, a loud crack of thunder punctuating the revelation. Valora and Samantha exchanged a glance, the severity of the situation settling in.
Valora: Then we have no choice. We need to leak everything. The world must know about Hammer Industries' involvement with North Korea's missile program and now their dealings with Putin's Russia.
Kronin's gaze was steely, resolute.
Kronin: Once this information goes public, Michael—will attempt to flee. I need your help to stop him, Valora. We need to make a citizen's arrest before he can escape Japan. Once he's in Japanese custody, there won't be anywhere for him to run and hide.
Valora paused, her conflict evident. She walked over to the window, staring at the chaotic weather, her reflection a ghostly image against the glass pane.
Valora: I can't, Kronin. The Japanese government has promised not to extradite me as long as I stay out of "trouble." She lifted her ankle to show the GPS bracelet. They're monitoring my every move. They're not fucking around. One fuck up, and they'll ship me back to the States. It will be Guantanamo Bay for yours truly, followed probably by firing squad if I know that Orange bastard McStrump.
Kronin exhaled deeply, his disappointment clear but understanding of her predicament.
Kronin: The German government is under a lot of strain right now since that Orange prick in the White House stopped funding NATO. It's been mostly us trying to supply the funds for the weapons the Ukrainian army needs.
Valora turned from the window, her eyes alight with a strategic fire.
Valora: I understand their frustration and fear. Putin is a maniac and seems hell-bent on starting World War III.
Kronin: I suppose I'll have to handle this alone. Kara isn't in any shape to help me. I guess it wouldn't be the first time, though…
Valora: Not entirely true. Why not reach out to LuLu Biggs?
Kronin: That fat bastard? Why would he want to get involved in this?
Valora: I have it on good authority from my eyes and ears in the Mexican Cartels that he was responsible for helping the Jalisco Cartel take over the Hammer base in Mexico. He detests Jeremiah due to his drug cartel connections with El Mencho and would seize any opportunity to bring him down. You don't even have to reveal everything about Michael Vastrix to him. He'll jump at the opportunity, especially after what happened at Friday Night Clash a few weeks back during that Pimp Cane on a Pole match.
Kronin considered this, nodding slowly as he processed what Valora told him. Kronin wasn't a fan of LuLu Biggs. He was a criminal in his eyes and didn't deserve to be part of a free society, let alone the Ultimate Wrestling roster. Still, he would need all the help he could to stop Michael Vastrix.
Kronin took a moment to mull over Valora’s suggestion. Although partnering with LuLu Biggs wasn't his preferred course of action, the gravity of the situation demanded unconventional allies. With Kara incapacitated and his own resources stretched thin, every available option needed to be on the table.
Kronin: I don't like it, but you're right, Valora. If LuLu Biggs has a vendetta against Jeremiah, he could be a valuable asset. And right now, we need all the help we can get to prevent Michael Vastrix from causing further chaos.
Valora nodded, her expression solemn. She knew too well the compromises one had to make in dire times. The shadows cast by the room's dim lighting seemed to underscore the severity of their clandestine efforts.
Valora: I’ll make the initial contact for you. I have some leverage with LuLu that might not be available to everyone. He owes me a favor from a few years back—something about a situation in Cancún. I never cashed it in, but now seems like the perfect time.
Kronin gave a grateful nod, the lines of worry on his forehead easing slightly with the formation of a plan.
Kronin: Thank you, Valora. I appreciate you setting this up. With LuLu on board, we might just corner Michael before he can escape.
The rain beat against the windows, a relentless reminder of the storm outside that mirrored their current predicament. Valora turned back to the window, her gaze distant, reflecting on the vast network of political and criminal elements they were entangling themselves with.
Valora: You must act quickly once you meet with LuLu. We don’t know how fast Michael will move once we leak the information about Hammer Industries. Timing will be critical.
Kronin: I understand. I’ll be ready to move as soon as LuLu confirms his part in this. We can’t let Michael Vastrix slip through our fingers—not with what’s at stake.
Samantha, who had been quietly observing and analyzing data throughout their conversation, chimed in. Her tone was steady, yet there was an undeniable urgency in her voice.
Samantha: I’ve set up a secure line for you to communicate with LuLu. It’s encrypted and trace-resistant. We can’t take any chances with Vastrix catching wind of this before we’re ready.
Kronin nodded in acknowledgment, impressed with Samantha’s foresight and technical expertise. He turned to Valora, a resolute spark in his eyes.
Kronin: Once this is over, and if we manage to stop Michael, there’s going to be a lot of fallout. We need to be prepared for the repercussions. Hammer Industries’ connections run deep. This could get messy.
Valora: Let it get messy. Sometimes, you need to stir the waters to catch the big fish. We're doing the right thing, Kronin. No matter the fallout, we’re on the right side of history here.
Their eyes met, a silent agreement passing between them. They were in this together, come what may.
Kronin: I’ll head out and prepare. Once I hear from you about LuLu, I’ll meet with him. Let’s hope this plan works.
With a firm handshake, Kronin wrapped his coat tighter around him and stepped back into the storm, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead. Valora watched him leave, her thoughts heavy with the weight of their decisions. Turning back to the data-filled screens, she knew there was no turning back now. The die was cast, and the game was set in motion.
As the door closed behind Kronin, Valora and Samantha settled back into their work, the storm outside no longer just a reflection of nature's fury but a metaphor for the turmoil they were about to unleash.
The midnight hour had descended on Tokyo, draping the city in a cloak of electric neon and the rhythmic pulse of the bustling nightlife. Amidst the city's vibrant chaos, The Bigg House stood as a beacon of another world, its doors opening into realms ruled by drugs, escorts, music, intrigue, and shadowed deals.
Kronin Reinhardt navigated the club's dimly lit corridors, his formidable frame moving with a purposeful stride. The club's ambiance was a palpable mix of opulence and danger, a testament to its owner's complex persona. As he approached the private office at the back of the club, he couldn't help but wonder what sort of debauchery would be taking place here if it were not for the pandemic.
He knocked sharply on the sturdy mahogany door, the sound cutting through the muffled sounds of what sounded like The Notorious B.I.G. Ready to Die album blasting from a sound system in the office. After a brief pause, the door swung open, revealing LuLu Biggs seated behind a grand desk, the room's lavish decor starkly contrasting with the man's rugged demeanor.
LuLu Biggs: Kronin, German brother from another mother! What brings you to my humble abode? Come in, come in!
Kronin stepped inside, his eyes quickly adjusting to the room's dim lighting, the scent of marijuana and aged whiskey mingling in the air.
Kronin: LuLu, we need to talk. It's about Jeremiah Vastrix. Valora told me to keep this from you, but I'm going to be honest: I should really say Michael Vastrix.
LuLu's expression hardened at the mention of Vastrix, his usual joviality fading into a stern, focused demeanor. He gestured for Kronin to sit before pouring two glasses of whiskey, pushing one across the desk.
LuLu Biggs: I figured it was only a matter of time before that name came up. What's the bastard done this time?
Kronin: I don't know how much Valora filled you in, but It's worse than we thought. Using some cybernetic virus, Michael Vastrix's consciousness has taken over Jeremiah's. It's rewriting him entirely. We must stop him before he causes more damage and harm to the world. Michael Vastrix founded War Hammer and was responsible for designing and constructing the North Korean nuclear Missile program that struck the West Coast back in 2018.
LuLu sipped his whiskey, his mind racing. The stakes were higher than he had anticipated, and the revelation added a new layer of urgency to their plight.
LuLu Biggs: I knew that mother fucker was trouble, but this? This is some next-level villainy shit. What do you need from me, Kronin?
Kronin: We plan to expose him and leak everything about Hammer Industries' involvement with North Korea and their current involvement with supplying the Russian military with high-tech weaponry to the entire world. But we need to make sure he doesn't escape justice. I need your help to ensure he doesn't flee once the story breaks.
LuLu leaned back in his chair, his gaze intense and thoughtful as he puffed on some high-grade sour diesel. As he exhaled a large plume of smoke, he focused his bloodshot eyes on Kronin.
LuLu Biggs: You got it, Kronin. You know I've got a score to settle with Jeremiah, Michael, or whatever that cyborg freak calls himself. He's crossed me and mine one too many times. But how exactly are we going to stop him? He's not just going to wait around for us to come knocking.
Kronin: That's where your connections come in. We need to track his movements, maybe even get someone on the inside. With your resources and my training, we can corner him and force him into the open.
LuLu nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face as the plan began to take shape in his mind.
LuLu Biggs: Alright, Kronin. You've got yourself a deal. We'll use my network and ties with Yakuza to keep tabs on him. When the time comes, we'll be ready to strike. No one messes with The Bigg House and walks away unscathed.
LuLu rubbed the scar on his forehead where Jeremiah had clubbed him over the head with his own pimp cane before picking up his glass of whisky and raising a toast to the German. They clinked their glasses together, the sound sharp in the office's quiet. The alliance was set, their mutual goal binding them in a partnership that would soon be tested under the harshest lights. As Kronin left the office, the weight of their impending confrontation loomed. But with LuLu's support, he felt a surge of confidence. Together, they would bring down a titan, no matter the personal cost.
As "Bitter Rival" by Sleigh Bells echoed throughout the packed arena, the screen transitioned from the pulsating Ultimate Wrestling Showdown logo to the vibrant, bustling interior of the Tokyo Dome. The camera swept across the excited crowd of essential workers and medical personnel in the upper bowl of the Tokyo Dome, all wearing their masks and social distancing in work groups but still excited to be there as the live feed captured their energy and anticipation before focusing on the announcer's desk.
Chris Rodgers: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another electrifying episode of Ultimate Wrestling Showdown in the magnificent Tokyo Dome that has become our home away from home! I'm Chris Rodgers, joined by the insightful Scott Slade and the esteemed living legend Kenjiro Tanaka. We've witnessed a season packed with jaw-dropping action, barbaric attacks, and incredible matches, haven't we, Scott?
Scott Slade: Oh, Absolutely, Chris! The drama has been non-stop since we got to Japan. Just last week, Chuluun Bold asserted his dominance as the new Franchise Heavyweight Champion, sending shockwaves through the entire roster after defeating Jeremiah Vastrix in a pinfalls anywhere match. Now, Chuluun Bold is the Submission Specialist Champion and the Franchise Champion!
Chris Rodgers: He put that cyborg son of bitch through our announcer table and left Rose Johnston crying like a little baby! Hahaha, I love it. It's one of the top five moments in Ultimate Wrestling history!
Scott Slade: Speaking of moments, the cage match between Sato and Valora was nothing short of brutal. Sato emerged victorious, but the North Korean stable's interference added complexity to their ongoing feud.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Indeed, Scott-san, and let's not overlook the heroics we witnessed last week. A mysterious masked hero swooped down to challenge the North Korean stable's terrifying tyranny. Who is this man? Why did he stop them? What drives his motivation?
Scott Slade: Absolutely right, Tanaka. The fans have begun to affectionately call him Lightning Man here in Tokyo. One thing we do know for sure is that Ultimate Wrestling has never been more dangerous or more dramatic since we came to the land of the rising sun.
Kenjiro Tanaka: With every match, the stakes have grown higher, and the warriors of the ring continue to dazzle us with their prowess, courage, and sometimes cunning strategies. Tonight will be no exception, as we have a lineup that will undoubtedly stir the passions of fans worldwide.
Chris Rodgers: You've set the stage perfectly, Kenjiro! We kick things off tonight with a sizzling singles match that will get the crowd heated up. Oswald Knight takes on Than Son Tran in what promises to be a thrilling encounter. Oswald, with his cunning and mastery of psychological warfare, against Than Son Tran's disciplined Muay Thai skills. What a matchup to start our night!
Scott Slade: And from there, we dive straight into the heart of our Tag Team Tournament. Sixteen teams, one crown, and we feature the first four matches of round one tonight. First up, The Red Fury versus the Yoshida Sisters. It's a classic power versus speed, with the brute strength of The Red Fury clashing with the agile and precise Karate background of the Yoshida Sisters.
Kenjiro Tanaka: That will be followed by the international alliance of East Meets West, which takes on the formidable Tsar's Tormentors. The Russian tormentors have shown they're not to be underestimated with strategies that have left their recent opponents, the Twilight Titans, reeling.
Chris Rodgers: Moving on, we'll see our boss man Zeagal's Team Dojo - Z square off against Royal Alliance. It's a stylistic showdown with the disciplined, methodical aikido approach of Team Dojo-Z up against the power of the Pyongyang powerhouse Tae-Hyun Lim and the charisma and resourcefulness of Lionel Montbar. Expect a clash of philosophy and technique there.
Scott Slade: Our fourth tag team match tonight features Apocalypse Now versus Midnight Society. Apocalypse Now is a team we feel will use a destructive approach; at times, we've seen both Hun and Nygma almost reveling in the chaos they create. Meanwhile, the experienced team Midnight Society brings a more cerebral, dark mystique to the ring. This one's gonna be a clash of raw power against mind games as both these teams debut for the first time here in Ultimate Wrestling.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Each match tonight carries weight, not just in victory, but in the pursuit of glory as the future Tag Team Champions of the world. It's a battle for honor, pride, and the ultimate prize in team wrestling.
Chris Rodgers: Let's not forget our main event—The Enterpainer versus Rakshasa Tora. This match pits the eerie and theatrical antics of the Enterpainer against the fierce aikido master and adopted son of Devin Zeagal, Rakshasa Tora. It's a dramatic contrast in styles, and with both wrestlers known for their unpredictability, it's anyone's guess how this will unfold.
Scott Slade: Absolutely, Chris. The Enterpainer has been a wildcard; his mind games threw Ricky King off balance last week, but Rakshasa Tora is not one to back down. He's got that raw, untamed power that can change the course of a match in an instant.
Kenjiro Tanaka: The Tokyo Dome is where heroes are made tonight, and legends could be unmade. Let's get ready for an unforgettable night of action. It's time for the Ultimate Wrestling Showdown to begin! So forget about the pandemic and slide on your Akiba headsets if you have them!
Chris Rodgers: You heard him, folks! Strap on, strap in, and get ready. The bell is about to ring, and the spectacle of might and mind is unleashed when it does! The road to glory runs right through the heart of Tokyo tonight!
Scott Slade: I'm getting word that we are ready to start our first match tonight!
The beautiful and sexy Miyu Kojima stood in the ring with the expensive black dress and her silky black hair blown out in a wave. She wore dark red lipstick and fake eyelashes, giving off a fierce and commanding presence in the ring as she began speaking to the fans.
Miyu Kojima: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's electrifying opening match-up on Ultimate Wrestling Showdown! Introducing our first competitor!
As the spotlight hit the stage and "Deep End" by Ruelle began to play, Oswald Knight, aka "Mr. Penguin," strode onto the stage and down the ramp. His ring attire mirrored a penguin's sleek, smooth elegance, and a showman's grace marked each step. The Canadian wore a tall black top hat with gold trimmings and an exotic white feather stuck to the side. His jacket was made of black mink fur and was twice as expensive as it looked.
Miyu Kojima: Weighing in at 143 pounds and standing five feet eleven inches tall, hailing from Montreal, Quebec, Canada—please welcome the master of icy precision and aerial finesse, "Mr. Penguin" Oswald Knight!
As Oswald climbed into the ring and disrobed, gearing up for the battle, the arena lights dimmed again to introduce his formidable opponent. The heavy beats of "Tiger's Fury" reverberated through the arena, signaling the entrance of Thanh Son Tran, whose presence was immediately felt by all in attendance.
Miyu Kojima: And his opponent, from Hanoi, Vietnam, weighing 215 pounds and standing six feet one inch tall, is the fierce striker known as "The Indomitable Tiger"—Thanh Son Tran!
Thanh Son Tran walked to the ring with a mix of martial artist's composure and a berserker-like intensity. His eyes were fixed on Oswald, and his body language spoke of nothing but confidence and readiness to engage in a fierce battle.
Chris Rodgers: With both competitors introduced and in the ring, we're set for a clash of styles that promises to be thrilling and unpredictable—Oswald's agility versus Thanh's strength.
As the bell rang, Oswald and Thanh began to circle each other warily, each assessing the other's stance and potential weaknesses. Oswald used his agility to dart in and out quickly, attempting to find an opening in Thanh's defense. With a solid stance, Thanh seemed like an unmovable object, prepared to counter Oswald's quick movements with powerful, punishing strikes.
Oswald tried for an early advantage with "The Icy Glide," his signature move designed to sweep opponents off their feet with its deceptive speed and precision. He slid toward Thanh, aiming low to disrupt his balance. However, Thanh was well-prepared for such tactics. He countered effectively with a "Saigon Strike," delivering a sharp elbow that connected powerfully with Oswald as he approached.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Beautiful counter by Thanh! He's showcasing his readiness to meet Oswald's agility with brute force. This is where Thanh's experience in mixed martial arts shines through, predicting and neutralizing Oswald's speed with precision.
Chris Rodgers: Mr. Penguin needs to regroup and reconsider his approach. It could be a long night.
Shaking off the impact, Oswald didn't let the momentum shift fully towards Thanh. With a burst of energy, he quickly regained his footing, charged in, and left his feet at the last second, catching Tran by surprise with a violent drop kick. Tran's head returned to the back of the mat, and they came down hard, allowing Oswald to blitz the turnbuckle and climb to the top rope. From his elevated position, Oswald launched into "The Frostbite Flip," which encapsulates his high-risk, high-reward style. He aimed to land squarely on Thanh with a double-foot stomp. Thanh, however, retained his composure and rolled away at the last second, forcing Oswald to land awkwardly on the mat.
Chris Rodgers: Oswald is taking big risks early in the match. While these high-flying moves can be spectacular when they connect, they also leave him vulnerable if they miss. Thanh's quick thinking and agility saved him from a potentially early match-ending impact.
Seizing the moment, Thanh grabbed the briefly stunned Oswald, lifting him with surprising ease. He set him up for the "Hanoi Hammer," a move known for its devastating impact. Just as Thanh prepared to execute the knee strike, Oswald showed his resilience and technical skill by slipping out of Thanh's grasp. He quickly maneuvered behind Thanh and locked in "The Glacial Grip," a submission move that wrenched Thanh's arm behind his back.
Scott Slade: There's the technical understanding of Oswald we've been hearing so much about! He's not just about flashy moves; he's got the technical chops to make any opponent wary.
Chris Rodgers: Maybe he should stay off the top rope and approach the match from the ground. So far, he seems to have had more early success with that strategy.
Kenjiro Tanaka: That is a very good observation, Rodgers-san.
Thanh grunted in discomfort but used his superior strength to break free from the submission. Both wrestlers took a moment to catch their breath, their respect for each other's abilities growing. Thanh, not one to be outdone, charged at Oswald with renewed vigor. He swung a "Dragon's Tail," a powerful spinning back kick that Oswald narrowly avoided by ducking at the last second.
Quick on the counterattack, Oswald used Thanh's momentary imbalance to deliver "The Antarctic Assault." He leaped, spinning through the air, and connected a forearm smash across Thanh's chest. The impact sent Thanh staggering back, his breath visibly knocked out of his lungs.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Oswald turns the momentum! His agility and ability to capitalize on small openings make him so dangerous. Despite the power difference, Oswald holds his own by keeping Thanh off-balance and guessing.
As the match progressed, Oswald began to show a more devious side of his persona. With the referee momentarily distracted by checking on Thanh, Oswald seized the opportunity to bend the rules. He surreptitiously raked his longer-than-average fingernails across Thanh's face, causing the Vietnamese fighter to recoil in pain and clutch at his eyes. This underhanded tactic allowed Oswald to smirk pompously, relishing in his cleverness and the control he gained.
Chris Rodgers: Oh, that's a dirty move from Mr. Penguin! He's not above using some underhanded tactics to get the upper hand.
Scott Slade: It seems Oswald has zero regard for the rules.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Like most Westerners, he is arrogant and bred from high society. It is a clear, above-the-law attitude, Slade-san.
Taking full advantage of Thanh's temporary blindness, Oswald shoved him aggressively towards the ropes and whipped him across the ring. As Thanh rebounded, Oswald prepared for a well-timed clothesline. However, Thanh, still partially blinded but fighting through the pain, ducked under the attack at the last second. He countered with a desperate but powerful back elbow, catching Oswald off-guard and sending him stumbling back.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Thanh is not out yet! Despite the dirty tactics, he's showing resilience. You have to admire his toughness.
Chris Rodgers: The man was forged in cage fighting. He's as tough as they come.
Regaining his vision, Thanh shook off the effects of the eye rake and prepared to retaliate. Meanwhile, Oswald, annoyed by his failed attempt and sensing that he might be losing some of his acquired advantage, approached Thanh with a feigned gesture of apology, seemingly offering a handshake. However, as Thanh hesitated, Oswald attempted a sudden and sneaky low blow kick to the groin area to incapacitate his opponent.
Fortunately, the referee turned just in time to catch Oswald in the act, issuing him a stern warning. Oswald raised his hands in mock surrender, giving the referee and the crowd a sly, condescending smile as if to say the rules were beneath him.
Chris Rodgers: Mr. Penguin is trying to play mind games here, but luckily, our referee is sharp tonight. Oswald embraces this villain role with the fans, doesn't he?
Scott Slade: Absolutely, Chris. He's using every opportunity to bend the rules, and his theatrics are just part of the show.
With the referee's back turned again to reset the ring ropes, Oswald quickly grabbed Thanh's head. He attempted to smash it into the turnbuckle. However, Thanh blocked the attempt with his hands, and using his elbows, he delivered a rapid succession of strikes to Oswald's ribs, forcing him to back off.
Thanh then surged forward with renewed vigor, catching Oswald with a series of strikes that showcased his Muay Thai background. Each kick seemed to echo around the arena, with the crowd rallying behind Thanh's display of skill and heart.
Kenjiro Tanaka: This match is a real test of endurance and will. Thanh is taking back control, showing Oswald that he can't just walk all over him.
Feeling the tide of the match turning against him, Oswald resorted to another underhanded tactic. He faked an injury, clutching his knee and collapsing to the mat in apparent agony. As the referee and Thanh approached to check on him, Oswald suddenly sprang up, pushing Thanh into the referee, causing a momentary chaos in the ring.
Chris Rodgers: Oswald's antics are something else tonight. He's pulling out all the stops, and not in a good way.
Taking advantage of the confusion, Oswald tried to roll up Thanh for a pin, using the ropes for extra leverage. The referee, still recovering and slightly out of position, started the count. Thanh struggled, kicking out just in time as the referee noticed Oswald's feet on the ropes and broke the count.
Scott Slade: Oswald almost stole one there! He's pushing the limits of every rule in the book.
As both wrestlers regrouped, the crowd was disdainful of Oswald's tactics. Oswald preened and strutted around the ring, adjusting his imaginary top hat and smoothing his attire. He shot nasty glances at the crowd and his opponent as if he were above the sweaty brawl unfolding.
Kenjiro Tanaka: This aristocrat believes he should be untouchable. He acts like the ruler of his icy kingdom here in the ring.
Reinvigorated by the crowd's growing support and enduring spirit, Thanh Son Tran surged forward with a renewed sense of purpose. With Oswald still adopting an arrogant stance and mockingly adjusting his imaginary attire, Thanh seized the moment. His face set in a grim determination, he delivered a rapid combination of precise, punishing strikes, each echoing through the arena with the crisp sound of impact. His technique was flawless, blending the hard-hitting style of Muay Thai with the relentless energy of a seasoned fighter.
Chris Rodgers: Thanh is turning up the heat now! Look at those kicks and punches—each delivered with precision and power. Oswald is feeling the wrath of the 'Indomitable Tiger' now.
Scott Slade: A fury unleashed! Wow! Wow! Wow!
With Oswald reeling from the barrage, Thanh capitalized on his momentum. He cornered Oswald against the ropes, unleashing a volley of low kicks to Oswald's thighs and calves, each thump drawing cheers from the crowd. At best, Oswald's attempts to block the strikes were feeble, his earlier bravado fading under Thanh's relentless assault.
Scott Slade: Thanh's dictating the pace here. Oswald's earlier trickery might have fired up Thanh even more. He's like a machine out there!
In a moment of tactical brilliance, Thanh stepped back, creating space between himself and Oswald. As Oswald staggered forward, slightly bent over and clutching his bruised limbs, Thanh prepared his next move—a perfectly timed knee strike. With a swift motion, Thanh's knee soared upwards, connecting with Oswald's face as he tried to straighten up. The impact was audible, a sickening thud that instantly split Oswald's lip, sending a spatter of blood onto the mat.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Oh, what a knee strike! That's the kind of impact that changes the complexion of a match. Oswald is bleeding, and you can see the shock on his face.
Chris Rodgers: We have a saying in the West, Tanaka. He just got knocked stupid!
The crowd erupted in shock and exhilaration, rallying behind Thanh as he took control of the match. Their chants grew louder, fueling Thanh's aggressive approach. Oswald, on the other hand, wiped the blood from his lip with a look of disbelief and irritation. His demeanor changed; the pain and the taste of his own blood seemed to ignite desperation rather than the composed superiority he had exhibited earlier.
Scott Slade: That knee might have just turned the tables on Mr. Penguin. Thanh's intensity is something to behold, and it seems Oswald needed to prepare for his Muay Thai background.
Kenjiro Tanaka: He's too arrogant to research an opponent. He expects to do better because he believes he's superior to everyone.
Chris Rodgers: If that's true, that's incredibly foolish.
Seeing the shift in Oswald's demeanor, Thanh continued his offensive. He moved in again, this time grabbing a stunned Oswald and tossing him into the turnbuckles. Thanh followed up with a blistering series of elbows to Oswald's head and chest, each blow methodically breaking down Oswald's defenses. As Oswald slumped against the turnbuckle, Thanh stepped back, surveying his handiwork with grim satisfaction.
Scott Slade: Thanh is in full control now, and he's using Oswald's earlier arrogance against him. What a comeback! Turning the tide, showing resilience, and fighting back with everything he's got!
Chris Rodgers: We might be looking at a future Young Blood Champion. He could make some waves in that division at only twenty-four years of age if he brings this tenacity to every match forthcoming.
Thanh backed up to the opposite corner, eyeing the weakened Oswald with a predatory focus. As the crowd's noise reached a fever pitch, Thanh charged across the ring at full speed, launching himself for a devastating flying knee aimed at Oswald, who barely managed to raise his arms in a feeble attempt to protect himself. The massive impact sent the fans inside the Tokyo Dome into a frenzy as they began to chant, "Tran."
Kenjiro Tanaka: Thanh is not just fighting to win; he's making a statement here. He wants to prove that no amount of underhanded tactics can substitute for skill, heart, and the will to prevail.
As Oswald crumpled to the mat, clutching his face and chest, Thanh stood over him, his chest heaving with exertion. Still, his eyes burning with the fire of a warrior in full command. The referee checked on Oswald, signaling the ringside medic to stand by as Oswald appeared dazed and in considerable pain.
Chris Rodgers: Thanh has shown what he's made of tonight. Despite Oswald's attempts to control the match through less-than-honorable means, Thanh's spirit and skill have dominated this ring.
With the crowd firmly behind him, Thanh awaited the referee's instructions, ready to continue the battle but respectful of the official's role in ensuring the safety of the competitors. Meanwhile, still on the mat, Oswald seemed to be gathering his wits, his earlier arrogance washed away by Thanh's relentless aggression. The match hung in a delicate balance, the outcome still uncertain as the medic briefly examined Oswald before stepping away, allowing the match to continue if Oswald could recover.
As Oswald Knight staggered to his feet, the effects of the punishing match evident in his every movement, he still managed to wear a smug smirk, tauntingly wiping the blood from his split lip. Despite his earlier underhanded tactics, he radiated an air of undeserved confidence, locking eyes with Thanh Son Tran as if to challenge him to further action. Poised and undeterred, Thanh measured his next move with the calm focus of a seasoned warrior.
Scott Slade: It looks like Thanh isn't quite done here. Oswald's arrogance might just be his downfall tonight!
With the crowd's energy surging through him, Thanh's demeanor shifted from defensive to decisively offensive. He feinted left, drawing Oswald into a premature block, then swiftly switched to deliver a punishing series of precise, technical strikes. Each hit landed with increased intensity, echoing through the arena as Thanh methodically dismantled Oswald's defenses.
Oswald now rattled, attempted a desperate counter—swinging wildly. However, Thanh dodged the sloppy punch effortlessly and countered with a textbook-perfect maneuver. Seizing Oswald's arm, Thanh spun him around, disorienting him further, and positioned himself perfectly. With Oswald momentarily off-balance, Thanh executed his signature move, the "Indomitable Impact"—a devastating roundhouse kick connected sharply with Oswald's temple.
The sound of the impact was sharp, a sickening thud reverberating throughout the Tokyo Dome. Oswald collapsed instantly, his body limp as he hit the mat, unconscious from the sheer force of the blow.
Chris Rodgers: And there it is! What a knockout blow! Thanh Son Tran has spectacularly ended this match!
Referee Bob Sigro rushed to Oswald's side to check his condition, signaling to the medical staff at ringside that immediate attention was needed. Confident in Oswald's care, Sigro turned to Thanh, taking his arm and raising it victoriously.
Miyu Kojima: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by knockout, the fierce and "The Indomitable Tiger"—Thanh Son Tran!
The arena erupted, cheers and applause drowning out the background music as Thanh's victory was celebrated. Fans stood on their feet, their cheers a roaring wave of approval for Thanh's integrity and skill.
Kenjiro Tanaka: This is what the spirit of competition looks like. Thanh Son Tran not only won this match, but he also won the respect of everyone watching with his honorable conduct and undeniable skill.
Scott Slade: Tonight showcased true martial prowess and mental toughness. Thanh weathered every low blow and trick Oswald tried and emerged victorious.
As Thanh circled the ring, he reached out, touching the outstretched hands of fans along the barricade, each touch a silent thank you for their support. His face, usually a mask of concentration in battle, now broke into a broad, genuine smile. He absorbed the moment, the crowd's energy fueling a deep sense of satisfaction and pride in his performance.
Chris Rodgers: What a night for Thanh Son Tran. He faced deception and trickery, yet he rose above it all, delivering a masterclass in technique and sportsmanship.
Medical personnel attended to Oswald Knight, carefully escorting him out of the ring to ensure his safety. Meanwhile, Thanh took a final lap around the ring; his victory lap met with continuous cheers. His impressive victory had proven his prowess in the ring. It marked him as a fighter of exceptional character and resilience.
Thanh exited the ring to the backstage area, the chants of "Tran! Tran! Tran!" echoing behind him—a sound that would resonate in the minds of fans and fighters alike, a testament to the memorable and inspiring victory he had achieved tonight.
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