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on May 24th 2018, 10:57 pmSaul Omen
The Song of Saul Omen: Chapter VIII

[The darkened skies of the night are revealed to where the only sources of light are the twinkling stars that are cast overhead and the dancing blaze of the roaring fire that has been made. A shadow of a man has manifested from the bonfire to where behind his shadow, tendrils of a beast can be seen behind him to where he doesn’t even fret, but almost welcomes it as it envelops him. A quick rush of the camera turns to where we see the sinister and stoic gaze of Saul Omen burning a hole into the camera before he turns his head, pulling his head with a huff coming from his nostrils, to where he brushes off the soot that has been left onto his black suit.]

Saul Omen: Do you see this beautiful world of ours? The ocean of darkness in the skies that is cascaded by the diamonds of starlight that shine down below our world, but it wasn’t created from a magnanimous being of divinity that basked in the light. The creation of this universe of ours was birthed from the womb of darkness with an explosion of cataclysmic proportions that brought life to this universe of ours… and Death was brought into this world to begin the balance that life has been founded upon. That’s what this universe has utilized as a foundation for the entire creation of life on this world to where life brings that reason to the world and Death brings forth the next age of life. This is what you can find between myself and the fellow Horsemen that will bring forth the apocalypse for the journey that these other alliances will make at Supremacy, CM Nas. We bring forth a balance into this world to where CM Nas has breathed life into the wrestling world, has brought a resurgence to it to where the world is forced to watch him as he walks down the ramp with all these pieces of gold on his shoulders, representing the fruit of his labors throughout his lifetime here. However, I do not represent life… I honor Death. The death of men that has made bold ambitions that will never see that dream realized, people that have devoted themselves to becoming a perfect pairing to watch it all crumble before their eyes, and a band of heroes that will find themselves humiliated once more at the expense of the villains that seek to eradicate are the ones that shall meet that cold embrace by my hands with CM Nas bringing forth rejuvenation into those Freebird Tag Team Championships by putting an end to those that would try to upend the balance that we are bound to create in this world. The Phantom Troupe are the ones that will inherit this world at the expense of these heathens and heretics that are foolish enough to challenge those that will serve the great deity of Death and his acolyte that will honor him with the broken bodies and the anguished souls that will be laid across the ring at Supremacy. These mortals do not know the torment that awaits them as for in this Four Corners match, there will be no escape from their fates being sealed with CM Nas and I raising those championships in the air to where we shall dominate Strong Style Wrestling entirely!

[Saul Omen smirks in pride to where he turns around to stare into the flames that have been behind him, crouching down to where he dances his hand close to the searing heat, before he pulls it back to stare at the camera again.]

Saul Omen: Belle Kingsley, do you actually believe that you will be able to overturn the dominance that The Phantom Troupe has been able to keep upon the entire Shoot Nation faction? Do you believe that Shoot Nation will be able to stand victorious when Phantom Troupe stands in front of their path to redemption? The world knows that Gronk will be able to demolish through your leader to receive The Heaven’s Arena Cup, they know that Khmaoch Sangkat will run right through The Apparition to retain his SSW Heritage Championship, everyone has already written Matias Navarro off from claiming the SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Championship from Aria Jaxon, and it just brings forth the simple conclusion that they know Shoot Nation will fall in this faction war to The Phantom Troupe once again for the Freebird Tag Team Championships! How do you intend to break this curse that has descended upon the heroes of valor and courage that should be victorious against the criminals that have been the bane of their existence? From your own words, it would seem that would be the manufactured discontent that will surface from me because of the exposure that has been gifted upon the members of our faction like Aria Jaxon and CM Nas who have claimed championships to their name. I don’t know what the inner workings of this heroic faction of yours might feel when one of their members succeed in this business, but when one of The Phantom Troupe has laid claim to a championship… the entire Phantom Troupe prevails. We’re a collection of not just renegades that act how we see fit to in this company, but we are much more. Champions, assailants, thieves, all things that you despise us for because we stand unrivaled because of it. Masanori Kawada can tell you the fate that you have in store for you because I was there when I watched him squirm in agony as we exposed his weakness, I was there when Jaydayne Pendragon met heartbreak in knowing that he will NEVER be the first-ever SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Champion, and I will be there when Shoot Nation has been left wanting in regards to the SSW Freebird Tag Team Championships. Belle, you’ve proven already that this ideal of a hero that Shoot Nation loves to allow the audience to believe in is nothing more than a fantasy through the way that you attempt to plant the seeds of discontent through this entire faction. Believing that without a championship to rest on my shoulder like my compatriots have, envy would corrupt my soul. The truth is that I don’t envy our brothers and sisters of Phantom Troupe that have been able to stand as champions, but I gaze upon them with pride and in knowing that I will soon be able to join them when victory is assured in this tag team match at Supremacy. This faction that has been created has a common bond in the mission that we have in making sure that not only are the heroes of this company exposed as the charlatans that have been preaching a fairy tale to people that will never see the light of day, but to represent what this company should be standing for. It shouldn’t be for the heroics, it shouldn’t be for the money, it shouldn’t be to make everyone feel special, but it should be for the best to stand out and The Phantom Troupe is the pinnacle of that representation of success. We hold the two top championships of this company, another person holds the top titles in almost every company he has walked into, and we’ve laid waste to this entire roster to have left them laying. You, Belle, and your partner are nothing more than victims when this match happens at Supremacy. Once we claim those belts as our own, Shoot Nation can do what it does best since day one. They can cry in the corner about their losses, courtesy of The Phantom Troupe.

[Saul Omen laughs at the image that has been implanted into his mind of the whining that will ensue from Shoot Nation when they are met with failure again, still staring within the fire, as he stands up and looks up into the air.]

Saul Omen: However, Shoot Nation will not be the only faction that will be left in sorrow from the events that will unfold at Supremacy. The faction that currently has the SSW Freebird Tag Team Championships in their possession will be met with a disappointment that they probably won’t be able to live with when those men fail their faction in Ronin when we snatch the precious gold away from them. The moment when Atem Octavian Amun-Ra has finally reached the apex of his expedition of gold, the moment when Damien Walker can finally carry that spotlight upon him, they will both be met with resounding and unequivocal disaster that will set them back in their faction from EVER being able to represent them on a stage like this again! The calamity that shall be brought unto their house after they fail to retain those championships, for Ronin to watch these men have those titles stripped away from them, it will leave them in humiliation and what shall we do about it? Laugh. I hold no sympathy for what these two men are about to endure because unlike if the leader of Ronin decided to defend these titles alone to where she would have been forced into the situation, these men volunteered to be in this slaughter. Even though their pride won’t let them see what is to come like the cows that come into the slaughterhouse to where they are reduced to meat for man to feast upon, they shall be feasted upon by the ravenous beast known as The Phantom Troupe. They have the writing written above them in “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here” and as if they were heroic spirits of Shoot Nation, they’ve boldly pressed forward into the battlefield of hellacious torture that has been laid out before them. That’s why when I stand across from the stage that has been set, I won’t bear any compassion towards them and the situation that they have placed themselves into. They shall be handled swiftly and left in the dust to where The Phantom Troupe shall be left standing in glory at the end of it, cradling those championships in the air, all while they are forced to retreat backstage and look Tarah Nova in the face with disappointment for allowing them to represent her while she chases singles glory for them. This match won’t be a night where Ronin establishes themselves as the dominant faction that will be able to handle any challenge that comes before them, because they can’t. A faction filled with the outcasts of society can’t be able to withstand the might that The Phantom Troupe will be able to present, they just attempt to duplicate it. Atem, I’ve been watching you and this light of Ra that you want to bring to the world with this championship that you’ve inherited, I intend to smother it with the darkness that has been born from my deity known as Death… or known to you as Anubis. Damien, you might hope and pray that you will be able to snatch this spotlight to where you can make Ronin proud of you, but all that you shall be left with is the bitter disappointment that will continue to plague Ronin when they stand against a fighter from Phantom Troupe. Simply put, Supremacy serves as the end of the reign of Ronin. Atem, Damien, prepare to be MUMMI--

[Saul Omen feels a hand press against his shoulder to where he is interrupted, irritated because of that, to where he turns around to where he sees a robed figure with a skull sigil on the hood that delivers him something: a golden robe that looks similar to the one that Cassius Corleone usually dons along with a matching gown in the same vein as Sakura Corleone to where Saul looks up perplexed by this.]

Saul Omen: What’s this?

Hooded Figure: The garbs of The Corl--

Saul Omen: I know what these are. What I’m asking is why are you bringing these to me?

Hooded Figure: I thought you could use these considering how they mocked you.

Saul Omen: Get th-- Actually, leave them with me.

[Saul Omen grabs the robes from the hooded figure before he scurried away as Saul turned his attention around to look at the twin pair of robes that were delivered to him before looking back towards the camera.]

Saul Omen: Imitation is flattery and as much flattery as you might want to show, I don’t intend to gift you with the same courtesy.

[Saul Omen tosses the robes into the large bonfire that was before him, the flames of the inferno raising higher to scorch the robes into smoldering ash, to where he keeps staring at the remains on the flame before looking up to the camera.]

Saul Omen: Did you think that I was going to return the favor? Did you think that I was going to sit here with a golden robe, throw on a pair of shades, and talk about my Japanese wife for an attempt to make these people laugh? Just the thought of even standing here doing a cosplay like the both of you makes my stomach toss, turn, and do flips of nauseation because it is beneath me to disrespect myself to wear these rags. I do need to taunt and mock you in the manner in which you have decided to make a mockery out of me because what you’ve done is shown how much of a threat I am to your chances of being SSW Freebird Tag Team Champions, but you need to know that I don’t feel the same about you. Believing that what happened in our last encounter changes that feeling of your ineptitude, that’s more of a joke than what happened for you to make yourselves walk out with a victory at the event. You know and I know that this “One True Pairing” won because of pure absolute luck that had been turned over into their favor, but that won’t be happening again at Supremacy. No, because the chaotic nature that this Four Corners Match will present to us is just the arena that I need to secure the championships for The Phantom Troupe. Our universe was birthed from the same chaos that will be awaiting us in this war, an eruption of life with the planets and stars rupturing the void of darkness existed, to bring forth all this splendor that surrounds us under the sky of night. At Supremacy, CM Nas will bring that resurgence of life into the SSW Freebird Tag Team Championship as he has done with multiple promotions that have gifted him with championship gold to make him The Championship Hoarder that he is. In the opposite side of the balance, I’m the man that will bring death upon those that will hope to snatch the belts away from us as they take that climb to make the challenge. I’m the one that shall be a plague upon those that will look to usurp us from our throne of glory, ruin to those that hope to remove us from the seat of excellence, and make sure that they never forget the words that will ring true when they are struck in the face with my mighty boot to lose all hope. For that is what The Corleones are to these people that will sit in the audience, they are hope that in their mediocre lives they will find someone to share in that mediocrity with, just as this “One True Pairing” has. Cassius was able to find someone to stand by their side and walk through his life of mediocrity with him in Sakura, and will be the ultimate downfall in their match at Supremacy. All the love that they have for each other, all the luck that could be on their side, all the hope that they bring into the lives of unimportant people that with lackluster desires, they will be shattered and destroyed at my hands when I deliver them to Death. Just as your robes burn in this fire, your graven image that these people cling upon will be eradicated from this match. For you will choose to find someone to stand beside you through it all, but what happens when Death takes that person away from you? What happens when they are here and they leave you alone? That’s what you will have to deal when The Phantom Troupe establishes our Supremacy to where I take one of you out of this match on the path to claiming the SSW Freebird Tag Team Champions!

[Saul Omen turns around and rolls his head around to where his skin starts to darken to where he finally turns around to show that his skin has darkened to black, his color of his eyes changed to red with his soulless black pupils, before he pulls the camera to where his voice has even changed to a deeper tone.]

Saul Omen: We shall claim our tribute. We shall claim our prize. We shall make sure that world remembers for we are Death. Memento Mori.

[Saul Omen throws the camera into the blazing flames of the bonfire to where you could hear the crackling of the fire. The camera starts to squeal as static starts to come and the melting plastic starts to cover the screen until it completely turns black.]
on May 24th 2018, 4:46 pmThe One True Pairing

It was just a small space but it was all they really needed. There was a single seat where a woman in her mid-30s is sitting down with a clip board on her lap. Sakura hated this room, and Sakura hated the woman. She hated that god-awful hair that is wrapped in a bun. She hated those thin-framed glasses over her head that she's not even using. Why does this lady even have those glasses if she can see and write perfectly fine without them? She dislikes places like these -- a funny character asking about her in an attempt to scoop up her brain to examine it, thinking they know who she is and everything about her -- it makes her blood boil. But Sakura always knew how to hide her emotions to people... most of the time. The only person she could never lie to was Cash. 

Woman: Sakura...

Sakura brings out a polite smile. She was so disgusted by this woman but the more she cooperates, the sooner she is out of here.

Sakura Corleone: Doctor Greta?

Dr. Greta: Do you know why you're here?

Sakura Corleone: Why yes, I have to be here cause the court orders it... for some reason. 

Sakura has a half smile on her face. 

Dr. Greta: And do you know why YOU'RE here?

Sakura held on to Cassius' hand tight, who has been sitting next to Sakura with a smug look on his face. She didn't like the way the doctor was looking at him, so she moves closer to him... ensuring that this wench knows that she shouldn't cross any line. 

Sakura Corleone: I think he already knows why he's here. It's a very bad idea to be looking at my husband like that, Dr. Greta, especially in my presence. 

Dr. Greta had a slight shock on her face from the way Sakura's expression changed. She had that darling smile on her face, but now she has a different stare, an uneasy reaction from just her peeping a word to Cassius. Cassius then kisses her cheek to calm her down, and she smiles again. 

Cassius Corleone: It's alight, my Cherry Blossom. She's here to "help" us, whatever that means. 

Cassius puts his arm around Sakura's waist as they're sitting. 

Cassius Corleone: Doc, I have a lot of admiration for what you do, really. You get inside the minds of poor souls in need of direction, blending their brain and re-arranging it to your design completely planting an invisible chip in their brain so they would do your bidding... 

Dr. Greta: That's not what I do... I don't manipulate people, I help them with their troubles.

Cassius and Sakura laugh.

Sakura Corleone: You don't have to keep it formal here, Doc. I've seen Hannibal, the TV show and all of its movies. I know exactly what your kind does. You can't control a conversation and it seems like you have no earthly idea how to go about this, but I know what the intentions are. It's the same... it's always the same..

Cassius Corleone: It really is impressive, Doc, but you are looking at The One True Pairing here... The most perfect, most physically fit and most emotionally adjusted couple you will ever get the pleasure of meeting. Do we seem like all the other worn out couples that are broken and falling apart that we need a "Couples Therapy"? Nah, nah. This is wrong, and uncalled for!

Dr. Greta: You don't have to be falling apart to need a couple's therapy. You two simply display signs of an unhealthy relationship, which is why the two of you are here. 

Sakura Corleone: There is not a single sign of us being in an unhealthy relationship! 

Dr. Greta: Prove it then. What happened last week? 

Sakura Corleone: Last week?

Dr. Greta: Yes, last week. 

Sakura Corleone: Hmm.. Last week.

Sakura seems like she is literally looking up at her thought bubble, wondering all of what she did last week. 

Sakura Corleone: Last Monday, Cassius and I were at the beach! We made sandwiches, we stared at the clouds, we went for a swim, shared a milkshake... it was a very nice day!

Dr. Greta: That's very nice, Sakura... but I'm referring to what happened that caused you to be summoned by the court. 

Cassius Corleone: I think this poorly dressed lady is referring to Thursday afternoon. 

Sakura's head fast forwarded to Thursday. It seemed like a normal day to her. Sakura and Cassius were working out at the gym. She was practicing her hits on a punching bag while Cassius was a few feet away from her lifting weights. He was so beautiful in her eyes -- he was sweating as he sits lifting a 75 lbs weight set. One on each hand. And then a woman came by... she stopped to take a drink of her bottle where Cassius was working out.

Dr. Greta: And you assaulted this woman for no reason?

Sakura Corleone: Do you take me for a crazed bitch? That lady had it coming! She had a funny look on her face and started talking to Cassius! MY Cassius! HOW DARE SHE? You don't stop by and ask my man to help you out with your "rounds" and get to walk out without a broken face to pay for it!

Dr. Greta: And you agree with her actions, Cassius? 

Cassius Corleone: Agree? AGREE? Do you think I agree with this? I took pictures of it as it was happening! Look, lady, I know you're almost turning 40 and never had a man come anywhere near you in the past decade, but this is Sakura that we're talking about. Sakura is a prize... no, a treasure. And I would have happily done the same thing if some douchebag were to come at her. Whether it be at the gym, at the park, at a restaurant, next to a dumpster or inside that ring at SSW!

Dr. Greta: SSW? 

Sakura Corleone: Strong Style Wrestling? 

Dr. Greta: I don't follow wrestling, but as far as I know, you two are supposed to be professionals. I think the trouble here is, you can't separate your professional life from your personal life... so I would say that women will always come to Cassius, but shouldn't it be your choice to express it calmly than attack her because you're a wrestler?

Sakura Corleone: Hold up there, lady. So are you saying that you decided to take on this Couple's Therapy with the One True Pairing... but you don't know a goddamn thing about us? Your presence is offensive. 

Sakura knew she was about to have some fun. This doctor... "Therapist" whatever the hell she calls herself, didn't know a damn thing she was talking about. Sakura always hated this -- incompetent fools who think they could outsmart her and put her dreams off the track but they're blind. They're all blind from the truth. They try their best to dig in and find the root cause of her crazy actions when it's always been visible with the OTP what it is. It was love. Sakura wipes away her smile completely, replacing it with an arrogant smirk. She suddenly jumps up into a standing position on the couch as she looks at the Doctor with her crazed eyes. Cassius looks on amused.

Sakura Corleone: This isn't about jealousy, or the fear of losing Cash. It's about assuring that I will always be the woman for him. I can't help it. Anytime someone looks at him funny or flirtaciously, I want to rip their hearts out of their chest and crush them with my boot. Anytime I see our opponents come near him when he's the legal man in a tag team action, I want to step in and ignore the rules so I can beat them to death for him. Cassius thinks I'm a treasure? Well, he is a masterpiece. I don't act out from rage or anger, I do it because I like it. I do it because it makes him happy... Wouldn't you say that's a win-win situation? 

Cassius Corleone: Why, yes my Cherry Blossom.. it is.

Sakura Corleone: The pressure must be on because the One True Pairing is one step closer to the SSW Freebird Tag Team Championships, but I have never felt so safe and sure. It feels like this night was made for us, that we have the titles on lock before we even began the game. That little "incident" at the gym was merely a violent fit. But don't be fooled! It's not how I really am... because I can do much worse than that. A surge of hype rushes from my brain to my body... I act up and I can't stop myself. But why would I want to? Why on earth would I keep the violent thoughts away? People have these simple solutions like therapy where they drown you in medication until you are completely normal, when I feel best when I do things my way... Do you know who needs therapy though? Saul Omen. His sinister "I want to rape you" face is more than enough to give that away. This talk about pain and death and suffering is the same old spiel said in a thousand different ways and the only thing that suffers are my ears hearing him talk endlessly about how I will lose my Cassius in his hands. You need to lock that man in an asylum, not because he thinks highly of himself for an ordinary man, but because he is a pessimistic fuck who couldn't deliver what he promised. Two weeks ago, he promised our heads on a silver platter. He promised the feeling of mourning that would come after the loss of a partner, but by the end of it all, he was the one who couldn't keep it together. You speak so much about inflicting lasting pain, I'd only assume you'd be good at it. And after the dance in the ring, I have concluded that the only thing Saul Omen is good at is flipping his emo hair and putting on gothic make up as his everyday look. And no one stands up to say something because no one is honest enough to say what they feel. Well let me say it: Saul Omen is garbage, he strikes no fear to anyone, he just stinks up the place with his mere presence. He couldn't even lead a single tag team, what makes you think his dumb faction would be behind him through this? 

Sakura lets her knees land on the couch, kneeling down on it, as she was tired from standing. She looks at Cassius who is next to her and she slowly crawls to him before she sits on his lap, with both her legs hanging from the side of his thigh. It made her smile looking at Cassius' face as she puts her arm around his shoulder. 

Sakura Corleone: But the One True Pairing... they know exactly what they want. We are honest about are intentions, aren't we? Saul Omen wants to believe that he has the upper hand because this so-called darkness, but Cassius and I can do much better than that. We are each other's light, and to us, nothing else in this world is more important. Saul Omen can set the world on fire right before our eyes in an attempt to display what power he possesses, but Sakura will gladly throw him into the flames and let him burn with the rest of the world. Only One True Pairing matters. Saul Omen's life has no meaning to me, and I can bet you a suitcase of money that CM Nas' life has no meaning to him too. Then again, CM Nas' life has no meaning to everyone. That guy is nothing but a lost cause. What kind of man would threaten The One True Pairing by using his position of Power? Shouldn't he be using his fists to prove a point? Oh, wait... He tried to. And Failed. Really hard. No one measures up to the wonder of the One True Pairing, and he realized it too late. He dares to cut us off and hold our "paychecks" over our heads like we can't afford to buy this company overall? What an idiot. This is why I have NEVER heard of CM Nas. He can be the World Heavyweight Champion of the Playboy Mansion and that doesn't make him as important as he hypes himself up to be. CM Nas to me is and will always be an abomination. CM Nas will always be an insipid, insecure little simpleton who will talk so highly about beating us, giving all he's got, but in the end wondering how his best was never enough. He can tryyy to fire us, if he even can. He can threaten us all he wants but I AM The Yandere Goddess, Sakura Corleone, and I will remain where I'm standing because I know that CM Nas wouldn't have to guts to do it, just like he wouldn't have the guts to come forth and win the Freebird Tag Team Championships so long as One True Pairing is here to take it! SO GO AHEAD, FIGHT ME! I CAN TAKE BOTH OF YOU!

Cassius Corleone: Hey hey hey, my love. I'm the one who does the work here. 

Sakura Corleone: Oh, no... my Cassius. I insist I beat the living hell out of them and the rest of our --

Cassius suddenly kisses Sakura's lips, which made her silent as she was feeling overjoyed in her heart. She loved every moment of it. She didn't want to pull away but she had to finish her point. She looks at Dr. Greta again, who was about to say something. 

Dr. Greta: See, this THIS is not okay. I think you two are dangerous together and should be kept apart. 

Sakura Corleone: What did you just say? 

Dr. Greta: Wouldn't it be nice to see how you two are without the other? 

Sakura walks over to Dr. Greta. She jumps from the couch and to the coffee table between them, as she slowly walks and meets her face to face. 

Sakura Corleone: Lady, we are about to become Tag Team Champions. And do you know what that means? It means we are going to beat the living hell out of four other factions AND their mothers if we need to. The thought of being away from Cassius is not something you'd want to take responsibility for, just because you wanted to experiment. So here's what you'll do..

Sakura's eyes widens. 

Sakura Corleone: You are going to write in that paper that everything went well and it was all a misunderstanding. I am going to walk out of here and you're going to report that this has been a healthy session and we don't need another day to deal with you. And if you so much as make a single peep about how "unstable" we are, or that I need some time apart with Cassius, I swear, much like those fools who are about to make the big mistake of coming at us this Saturday... 

Sakura has noticed Dr. Greta's shock and her psychotic look turned into an innocent smile in a matter of seconds

Sakura Corleone: I'll bury you.

Sakura feels Cassius' warm hand touching hers. She looks at him with delight. 

Cassius Corleone: I think the nice lady is done for the day, my love. It's time to go. 

Sakura Corleone: Yes, my love! I think that went well!

Sakura and Cassius walk out of the room with their hands holding and fingers intertwined, leaving Dr. Greta still in a state of shock unable to say a word. 

Sakura Corleone: I think that went well!

The One True Pairing proceed to have their normal conversation. They are so madly in love, that nothing and no one else matters to them. They are just Sakura and Cassius. Cassius and Sakura. Together forever. And absolutely no one can take that away.

on May 24th 2018, 2:50 pmThe One True Pairing

[The shining light of a bright sun casts its brilliant, voluptuous shine through the stained glass windows in the halls of a cathedral in an unknown location. As the day goes on, clouds begin to swiftly take over the sky, as if a dark aura has arisen, consuming everything in its path. The dark clouds swallow the bright, happy sun, turning everything into a gloomy darkness. The halls of the cathedral change along with it, without any lights on throughout it, it becomes a pitch-black darkness within. The sounds of moving can be heard as the camera presumably shows off the pulpit of the church. In the center of it all, two dark, sinister beings sit together.]

Cash: I…. Cannot…. See a fucking thing.

[The sounds of moving around are heard throughout the dark, presumably lovely-looking church]

Sakura: That’s alright, I don’t mind. It’s kind of like an advanced version of 7 minutes in Heaven now. What am I touching?

Cash: Wait, you’re touching me? I thought I was touching you…

Cameraman: … I think you’re both touching me. I’m sorry, I didn’t--

[The cameraman can be heard falling over in the pitch-black darkness of the scary, gloomy cathedral]

Cash: Someone get us a Goddamn lighter! What is this?! Why isn’t there any lights?! And the weather said it was supposed to be sunny all day! Partly cloudly! It’s dark as shit in here!

Sakura: I don’t know how much weather people get paid, but it’s too much!

[Someone can be heard fumbling around with an object in the darkness before a lighter is finally lit, revealing the face of Cassius Corleone with over-the-top dark makeup on his face while he sits across from Sakura. Both of them dressed in suits of midnight cloth. The shadows nearby dance as most everything else is still consumed by the darkness of the church. Cash takes a moment to gather his sinister composure, breathing in and exhaling very slowly as his angry expression slowly shifts into a look of depression]

Cash: …. Now….. Is the Winter….. Of our discontent.

Sakura: And it’s nearly Summer, so you know we’re not fucking around.

Cash: Our souls have become one with the darkness. It was the only way that we could step upon this battlefield and meet a man as edgy as Saul Omen as equals. Otherwise, his darkness would surely conquer us and send us spiraling down into a pit of despair, never to be seen or heard from again. This was the only way to counteract his imminent abyss. Sakura and I had to call upon the shadows and find solace in the dark. And I know what you are thinking...

[Cash overdramatically looks towards the camera with his dark makeup on as Sakura gasps at how dark her beloved husband has become]

Cash: You are thinking that, logically, anyone over the age of five is likely to not be afraid of the dark. You are thinking that, logically, someone no longer in middle school is likely to have left their goth phase that they utilized to torment both their self-esteem and their parents alike. You would be wrong. So very wrong. You see, darkness is and always will be in fashion, for it is a necessary evil. It is something we will all have to confront eventually in our lives. We can run from it all that we’d like. We can pretend that we’re supposed to grow up and be normal human beings and contribute to society and not act like pretentious douchebags, but that is simply the way you have been wrongfully taught as you grew up and gained more and more common sense over time. It is all of you that are going down a destructive path that leads you to nowhere but pain and suffering. Suffering and pain. Half-pain, half-suffering, half-darkness.

[Cash motions to flip his hair, even though it is currently too short to flip and currently spiked. It does not stop him. His darkness is too powerful, as he flips his hair again. Sakura flips her hair as well. Both Sakura and Cash simultaneous flip their hair together to summon an accurate amount of darkness in the pitch-black church]

Cash: You would think that a mere two weeks ago when Sakura and myself almost literally killed a man by the name of Saul Omen - a man filled with more darkness than anyone else. A man that has allowed darkness to completely fill this hole inside of him that he’s had for as long as he could remember. A hole that no man could ever fill up for him - darkness filled it and so much of it has seeped out that it’s turned him into the edgelord we’ve come to know and fear on this very day. You could think that when we planted him into the ground with our boots simultaneously with so much impact that it left a mascara imprint on the canvas after his face kissed it - surely the first kiss he’s ever had. You would think that when we emphatically humiliated him before every fan in attendance, every peer in the locker room, and every one of the millions of fans watching at home… You would THINK… That we would simply cut our losses, celebrate our victory, and go home. Nay… NAY….


Cash: NAY! INSTEAD WE WERE THE ONES TO TAKE OVER THE DARKNESS! WE ABSORBED HIS DARK AURA! We curbstomped him into the fucking ground with so much force that all of his edginess clung to us, and we have accepted it! Saul Omen, you now know of our power! You now know who exactly you are dealing with and why we are the One True Pairing of this company! Of ALL of Soulmate Style Wrestling! Of all of professional wrestling itself! We are become darkness, destroyer of Worlds!

Sakura: And instead of hiding away and cutting ourselves, we’ll show ourselves everywhere we go and cut all of YOU! God I can’t wait! I can’t! It’s too much!

[Cash puts a hand on his beloved Sakura’s shoulder, as they both flip their hair again and look at the camera]

Cash: Patience, my Bride of the Dark. We will damn them all to Heck soon enough. We will make them pay for their sins. Not just Saul Omen. But his boyfriend, CM Nas, as well. Not just him, but Belle Kingsley too. Not just--

Sakura: Belle who? Is that a girl?

Cash: I honestly can’t tell, my love.

Sakura: I’ll make sure she doesn’t survive, just in case.

Cash: I expect nothing less.

[Cash and Sakura give each other an evil kiss in the dark before Cash turns back to the camera, focusing all of his dark aura back at it]

Cash: All of them. Each and every one of them. I don’t need to name them, even if I did know what their names are. It doesn’t matter, and it never has. More importantly, it never will. Would you like to know what matters? What matters is what has always mattered, even while all of you were wasting your days here before we showed up. What matters is Cash and Sakura Corleone. What matters is the One True Pairing. What matters is that we take each and every one of you, and beat you into a coma in front of your fans, friends, and loved ones, because THAT is the only proper way to send a message to anyone else who decides it’s a wise move to fuck with us. We are the darkness. We are the hoarder of gold. We are EVERYTHING each and every single one of you insignificant fucking ants think you are. Everything you represent - it belongs to us, and it always has. This isn’t new. This isn’t a new order taking over. It’s always been the law. It’s always been the nature of your life and you just didn’t know it until now! Now you know! Now you can embrace it just like we’ve embraced our newfound darkness! Just like we’re going to embrace our beautiful gold! But no gold is quite as beautiful as my Cherry Blossom, Sakura!

Sakura: Aww.

Cash: And that’s why you people will never succeed as long as we’re around. It’s never enough. We’re never full. We’re always starving for more, and we will rip you people apart without hesitation to get what we want to satiate that hunger! Darkness won’t fucking consume you, WE WILL! So come Supremacy… What an appropriate name… We will take the gold, just like we were born to do…. And we will prove our Supremacy. A supremacy we both had the moment Sakura and I were brought into this World. And you know what? I’m not a big fan of this darkness. You can have it. All of you. Each and every single one of you fucking losers can go retreat to the darkness and hide away from the One True Pairing, because that’s ALL that will be left for you when this is said and done!

[Cash overdramatically blows out the lighter as Sakura can be heard laughing]

Sakura: Back to advanced 7 Minutes in Heaven...

[Unknown sounds can be heard within the scary darkness as the camera presumably eventually fades to black, even though it’s already black. It eventually ends]

on May 23rd 2018, 10:00 pmThe Apparition
*The scene cuts in to a modest Japanese motel room, overlooking the industrial wonderland that is Toyota, Aichi. While the late afternoon’s sun shines drearily to illuminate the third-story room, the real focus comes immediately to an unusual relic*
*As The Apparition sits in a well-used, yet very sturdy wooden chair, he leans against an equally worn desk hoisting up the hotel’s old school CRT television set, as the attached DVD player begins to play as The Apparition presses a contextually large, obnoxious and worn-out ‘Play’ button*
*As the DVD begins, the first scene shown is from an SSW event from months prior, as the familiar appearances of Masanori Kawada and Khmaoch Sângkât finish the battle where the latter was first crowned Heritage Champion. In the now infamous bout, Kawada lands his K-Dynamite finisher, and looks certain to win, before the lights go out. As John Doe emerges from the darkness, and nails The Apparition’s stablemate with two Killing Joke’s. Khmaoch takes advantage and secures the pinfall and the title*
*The Apparition then presses the pause button as Doe and Sângkât celebrate their ill-gotten victory. He proceeds to turn around to the camera, and breaks out a wry smile as he reflects on this robbery*
I will be the first to admit that I can very regularly be a hypocrite. I try to avoid it as much as possible, but when my words don’t match up with my heart, it is very disconcerting to me.
Since my return, I have gone on about how I have wanted to reinvent myself as a performer. That my history doesn’t matter, and I use this mask to get myself a new lease on life by starting with nothing. I try to genuinely live these words, but then something happens. I hear people not give me the credit I feel like I deserve, and it makes me want to go that much further to prove them all wrong.
When you place a relative rookie with not much to his name up against a wily veteran, unless the new kid is an athletic freak, you always go for the veteran. I will be the first to admit that I am not the athlete that I was 5 years ago, even if I still do move well. So why should it bother me when I hear that Khmaoch Sângkât is the most dominant champion in SSW, and that I am looking to overcome the odds to defeat him? By all means, that sentiment is correct. Sângkât is a known quantity, and I am an upstart trying to make a name for myself. Everyone knows I am not green around the gills, but compared to me, Sângkât is a legend. He should be commended for the success and longevity of his career, and given his dues, because God knows he has earned them.
Or has he? Obviously Khmaoch has defended his title against a yammering madman before I made my debut for this company, and he did that cleanly, but when he had a rematch with my upperclassman “All Might”…
*The Apparition has the DVD run again, this time showing Khmaoch getting pinned by Kawada after being planted by another K-Dynamite just a week later*
It is funny is a mundane kind of way, really. I may call myself ‘The Apparition’, but if SSW commentators and social media is to be believe, perhaps Khmaoch is the real apparition. He seems like he is there, and a force to be reckoned with, but is he? After his match with Kawada, his legacy as a champion is already built on sand. And he proved that the second I stepped up to challenge him, because he backed away quite quickly until I no longer gave him a choice.
Since day one of my time in this company, I have come in and just kept on winning. Matias Navarro, Miltiades, Racer Smiles, Masakazu, Judas II…Khmaoch Sângkât. Since Strong Style Wrestling made its glorious return, I came and I immediately made my mark by beating some of the best the company has to offer. I know I still have so much left to prove, but we all knew that Khmaoch had to face someone at Supremacy. Yes, maybe he could have picked someone else who he has more respect for, but to him I was a constant thorn in his side, boldly declaring myself worthy to compete against him for the best part of two months. Why did he only accept my challenge at zero hour, when no-one else had tried stepping up? Did he maybe hope that somebody else would stand up against him, or did he see something in me…And was he afraid of it?
I will not doubt for a second that Khmaoch has seen things that I hope to never see. He witnessed unimaginable horror, and as a result, it stripped away all of his honour. As he stands with a collection of miscreants and deviants, he holds the belt proudly, despite not winning it under his own power. And his power is still immense. I will not doubt that for a second. Still, and all, though, when I first saw the SSW Heritage Champion honour the dear, deceased Mr. Sângkât…Well, I don’t mean to talk ill about the dead, but if my father ever got wind of me putting his name to a belt I won in a match where I should have for all intents and purposes lost…Well, he wouldn’t have been happy with me sullying his name by bringing him into my barely earned self-indulgence.
I usually don’t like getting personal, but I have to ask, Khmaoch. The way you are now. The person you are after all you have experienced. Being the ruthless hammer of the Phantom Troupe, working as a mercenary whom specialises in cheap shots and underhanded tactics. Would your father be proud of you? Would he accept that you are a survivor and be happy that you got to survive an ordeal that many others didn’t? Or would he see you using your new lease of life, and be disappointed that you used it to do nothing but destroy and annihilate, just like those who took his life?
You stared into the abyss, Khmaoch. You stared, and you blinked. And after fighting monsters, you became a monster.
And yet despite all of that, only a fool would fail to admit that Khmaoch is a dangerous force, and should be odds-on favourite to unseat me, just as he did to Atum-Ra. I can’t just assume that because Khmaoch paled to Kawada a couple of months ago, that I will simply outshine him in the same way. Who am I compared to Masanori Kawada? Hell, who am I compared to Khmaoch Sângkât? It is hard for me to accept my hypocrisy, because deep down, I know I was always good at this. Hell, sometimes I was great, but now? Now I am nothing. I am just a faceless, nameless man proving that my previous ranks don’t matter, and what really drives me as a competitor is being able to strive for something bigger than myself. To become not just a man, but a symbol. Someone who isn’t burdened by my past, because no-one is to know what my past is. To break free of the shackles of my own humanity, while my opponent is burdened by his own actions and the actions of others.
People often wonder why I chose the name ‘The Apparition’, and that is because despite the fact that I hate it, by my nature I am a hypocrite. Just like an apparition is simultaneously present and non-present, I am human but I am a symbol. I am an experienced fighter but I am a rookie. I demand respect but I deserve none. I respect the strength of Khmaoch Sângkât but I mock him for his weakness. I will be the next SSW Heritage Champion, but I have no true heritage of my own.
With all of this said and done, all that is left is a golden opportunity for me to prove my worth. In another instance of my hypocrisy, I may have pressed the reset button on my entire career, but I am still a fairly impatient person. With this new lease of life that I now have, I want to make the most of it, and I want to make the most of it fast. So Khmaoch, I implore you to give me your best. Go into that dark space we all know you have deep inside, and bring out all of the demons you have deep inside to try to take me down.
Bring anything less…And I promise you that it will haunt you forever.
on May 22nd 2018, 2:54 amMiltiades
(Miltiades make his way to a cave. Guards posted by the entrance as Miltiades’s banner is flying over it. Miltiades stops in front of it before the guards verify it is him. He steps into the cave and follows a trail that leads down into a barren canyon. Within it stands an altar, covered with his trophies. It sits under the banner of Miltiades. Miltiades holds the bag of tacks that he used on Chase)

All my victories. They lie before me as a reminder. Not of who I have vanquished, not of who I embarrassed, but of who tried to stop me and therefore became martyrs for a cause that no one else followed. Chase Vedder, the Three men of Ronin, they all fell before me and all they had to do was heed the word of a man who does nothing but give others a chance to run or realize I am not the man to be trifled with. And in my time here, I’ve grown an army, an army for Tres Comas Club, people that I thought fit to become part of our band, part of the cause, but really the people in charge aren’t even fit for such. I always say that I don’t care about leadership and I don’t care who rules over who as long as they themselves don’t make it a pain in my ass of my goal. But even then, even then people don’t want to heed to the words of a member of their respective group. They took it at face value, and they know now, that no matter who wins I’m still in this for myself. Because that’s what the group promised me. Money is an afterthought, money is in the background because what can a man do with Money that Power can’t. Power is that one inkling that makes Money valuable, Power is the one thing that surpasses the value and even dictates how well you’ll make it in the world. And that’s all I want, and that’s exactly what I’ll show here at the event aptly known as Supremacy.

(Miltiades puts the bag on the Alter and marks it with the date of the match. He takes a lantern that sits on the alter and flashes it all around. Around him are other alters with other memorabilia he’s attained from over the years. From the first match he’s won in his career, to the first ever strap he’s held. Even different items like karate belts and boxing gloves adorn the alters, all from the life of Miltiades.)

Because here I will break away from the infighting, I will make people realize that Tres Comas isn’t two people measuring dicks, but it is what we make of it. We don’t need leaders, we need free will, we need that itch to branch out and drive our own destinies. I’m not saying we can lose sight of what our investors want of Tres Comas, but that we don’t need men who don’t know what they want to do with their lives dictate how we’ll get there. We can do what we want, and we’ll do what we want, because that’s what makes us the best. We shouldn’t have to be driven by leaders who want to have the spotlight on themselves, no we should be working to make Tres Comas the most feared group here. A faction that wants to fight itself, a faction that doesn’t think for itself, a faction that make members fall under one banner isn’t what we should be. GREED and Virgo, they want to be leaders, but what makes you think they care about what their members think of how to make Tres Comas Club the most revered and powerful faction in Strong Style Wrestling. If you can’t answer that for yourself then you need to look at it again, and then look at what I preach. I don’t want to be leader to tell you what to do, I want to be leader, and show you that you are an individual that can think and can do whatever he pleases as long as it’s for the good of making Tres Comas Club the faction with power. We all need to realize that. Because what we do is because of our investors. Those people wanting money won’t get shit if our investors pull, and those people wanting other things aside from that won’t prosper either. This infighting, this dick measuring, this shit that Virgo and GREED are doing is nothing but hurting the Investor’s eyes on Tres Comas, but if we were to make that switch, if we were to show the investors that we aren’t to be fucked with, then they could be more lenient with their money, and we could run this show. That’s all I want, Power. Absolute strength over every other faction, and a target on my back, because what other way to know you’re in power if you have everyone gunning for you. And to do that I must win this match.

(Miltiades walks around the room showing off more trophies, before stopping at the beginning of it all. His first championship, his first accomplishment. He looks at it and then throws it away. He makes room, room for the future. He looks around and starts discarding other trophies, he needs to burn the past, he needs to embrace the future.)

The past is something I always looked at and revered, but now the future is now, and the future starts with my victory at Supremacy. Now I face a man who wants to continue his mission, his mission to eradicate hatred. And you know good on you Shaun, you know what you want, and I know you’re going to try and do anything to get that goal realized. However, I must say the way to that goal is going to have to take a detour. I commend you for it, but it puts you on a direct path to me, and that’s not the way to go. You have an aspiration that I’m all for but really it’s not going to do you any good in the long run. You see me as a product of this hatred after all the things I did to my dear old brother at arm Chase. Well it was to put him out of his misery and get him to think more of what he wants out of Tres Comas. But I can tell you don’t care, you think low of me, but honestly, I’m fine with that, because I need you to know one thing. I would do it all over again in a heartbeat, because this wasn’t a move motivated by hatred but by that of power. Hatred leaves you blind, hatred leaves you not thinking, but to get my word, to get my intentions heard, I had to do it. I thought about it long and hard, I thought about it and it was the only way. Chase, became a martyr for a cause that he will be a part of in the future, whether he knows it or not. Shaun, you need to realize that the world isn’t all black and white, it isn’t all about love and hatred, some times it’s about culling the weak and then showing them the truth of power, and what it could get them in the future. Tres Comas has lost it’s way, Tres Comas has seen money as it’s only motive, but they need to realize that Tres Comas can grow in different ways, and that it’s only motivation doesn’t have to be Money. But I get it, Chase did trust his brothers at arms, but he didn’t see me as such. He wanted me to prove that I had Tres Comas in my heart and I wanted to do right by it. However, he just didn’t see that him asking me that would’ve lead to his hospitalization. A right oversight by him. But you Shaun, you may not even be listening to me, but I want you to know this one thing. You need to take your legs and put them in reverse. You don’t need this match, you need to run, and go in another direction, another way that you can still continue your quest. Because if you keep following me, you’re going to have to put it on hold there. And I commend you of your quest but if you get in my way, I don’t mind being the one thing that derails it. I have nothing to lose, but everything to gain. There is no pride in my words, there is no hatred, there is only the driving force of power. And I’m going to enlighten you in what I see and what I can do. It’s only a matter of time, my friend.

(Miltiades writes down in one of the newly empty spaces the name of Shaun Till, and the date of Supremacy. He pats it down, imagining the trophy he can take from this. And right next to it is a space for the Junior Heavyweight Title, the belt he’s so confident he’s going to win. He makes his way out of the cave. At the entrance the guards still stand and he salutes them. He walks down the path from where he came and the camera fades to black.)
on May 19th 2018, 10:50 pmAndré Virgo
Vol. (1)ne

(André Virgo stands on a beach looking out at the setting sun through sunglasses. He’s wearing a white dress shirt and black pants that are rolled up just below the knee.)

Look out at the ocean and you can feel the weight of the universe.
Every crashing wave hitting the sand. You’re looking into an entire world. A world full of life. A world of animals. Animals that fight and even more animals fighting over the scraps left over from the aftermath. If a fish can’t win a fight against another fish… it’s over. IF you can’t win a fight you will be eaten alive, or at least live long enough through the process to feel the pain of being ripped to shreds by your kin, and whatever’s left will be there for the feeders to pick away at until you’re gone. Not even a memory to be left behind. The ecosystem will go on without you and you’ll only be one of the countless to be devoured by the world.

Humanity fights for glory. We fight out of passion. We fight for dominance. In the wild you fight for survival. Supremacy is about the survival of André… Vir… Go… My championship. My role as leader. Both on the line and without them... what am I? What has André Virgo accomplished besides those titles? Is this is do or die? All or nothing? Many say so. If I lose there are no excuses. At the end of the day the wind will blow where it needs to. This championship rests on my shoulder with the weight of Tres Comas Club because this is where that weight is meant to rest and that is not an accident. I built myself to be strong enough to support this. I made decisions to put myself in this position and I’m more than good enough to hold onto it.

BANG wasn’t good enough to beat me on his own. That’s why when it came time to face me head on he vanished. Contrary to popular belief, before his disappearance there was no disrespect between BANG and I. If there was he wouldn’t have hand picked me to be the first contender for the SSW Jr. Heavyweight Championship. Our rivalry was not the petty infighting that you’ve decided to instigate, it was competition for the good of Tres Comas Club.

However, BANG deserted Tres Comas Club. I was the only one who stayed to pick up the pieces… Yet this is the thanks I get!? You can claim controversy over my reign as Jr. Heavyweight Champion but to say that my role as leader is unearned is nothing more than a vain attempt at turning my faction against me! Who else would be leader in BANG’s absence? I was the final founding member left standing and you think you have any right to come into Tres Comas Club claiming to know what’s best for it!? Who the hell do you think you are? I’m the leader of Tres Comas! I’m the Jr. Heavyweight Champion! You? You’re nothing, and that’s for a reason.

All you’ve proven is that you’re the one who’s unfit to lead this Club. You care more about your own success than anyone in our locker room. Your ego is too big to put our members before yourself and that’s why it’s my responsibility to keep Tres Comas Club out of your control. I’m here to make my members stronger, not to break them down for my own glory. I don’t favor the position I’m in, having to put a star of my own faction in his place, but once you’ve been humiliated I don’t want you to forget who asked for this.

You know what the difference is between you and I? You see the gold around my waist and the cross I bear with my bare hands and you get jealous. Not jealous of my position but jealous of the respect it EARNS me. I’m not striding through things like you think, I’m in a position where I am expected to work harder than everybody else in Tres Comas Club, and as far as I’m concerned, everyone in SSW. I see it as my responsibility to elevate the Jr. Heavyweight Championship to the top of the world while you want to hold it hoping it will do that work for you. These things I have aren’t unearned, and I know that’s not something you want to accept. Why would anyone want to accept that the reason they don’t have what I have is simply because they are not as worthy as myself? Why would someone who puts so much value in titles and material possessions be able to see that André Virgo embodies more greatness than they could ever hope to, and he does it with or without his resume?

You don’t give a damn about me, about Tres Comas Club, and you sure as hell don’t give a damn about this belt. You only care about yourself. You are more than willing to destroy something great just to put yourself on a pedestal even at the price of destroying pedestal itself, which is exactly why you will never amount to anything. You’re imbalanced and selfish, you have no concern for anything, even the things you put so much value into. Even if you manage to beat me at Supremacy and take everything I have, none of it will mean a thing in your possession to the point where me having nothing will carry more honor, more prestige, than you having everything that symbolizes my success.

That vibe your getting? That I’m in this for the money, the fifteen minutes of fame? That’s no vibe honey, nuh-uh-uh. That’s what we call projection. We all know your motivations and baby, you just seemed to describe them under my name. Hm. Disappointingly uninspired. Not even self aware enough to look in the mirror and see how transparent such a tactic actually is. Honestly I was expecting more from you. I was expecting an opportunity at Supremacy to silence not just you but all of my critics. Your smear campaign has very negatively impacted my reputation and despite your belief that I have some sort of insecurity because of it I have not paid a single concern to it. The reason why is because you are merely the first of many subordinates that will step up to the plate expecting to establish dominance against the Alpha of Tres Comas Club, and you will be the first in that line of many who I will put in their place. But here I was expecting more from a member of Tres Comas Club. You haven’t even overthrown me and already your facade is starting to crack under the pressure. This is the man who thinks he’s capable of supporting the weight that I carry on my shoulders as leader of TCC? The member who dares to call me a boy or even entertain the idea that I am a “man” that he can even begin to understand? This situation you’ve put yourself in is pitifully pathetic…

Your destiny, as you describe it? This impossible goal? It’s not realistic for someone like you. You claim to know my inadequacies but you would be much better off to see your own. It’s a shame that you are so thick skulled that you couldn’t take even a moment to learn from your leader so maybe I could possibly guide you off of this path of self destruction. But it seems now that you’re past saving. You won’t beat me and take my crowned jewels in Toyota, but if you do I assure that it will not be the first move towards your lifelong quest unless that quest involves burning out before anyone even bothers to say your name.

You could have had it too. I could have made you a king. Let you be apart of something greater than yourself. But instead, you decide to bite the hand that feeds you. Not only bite that hand but now you plan to feast on the body and success of the body attached to that hand. So why does it matter right? You’ll eat today. Right? But what about tomorrow. What about moving forward? You may feel like a big dog now but what happens when you get to the bigger dogs? You won’t grow to be a threat to them as long as you’re starving. But why am I wasting my breathe? You’re not changing your mind. You genuinely believe that what you’re doing is going to bring you everything you’ve ever wanted. Only once I beat you will you see the error of your ways, and if I fail then I will not have failed myself. I will have failed you and the rest of Tres Comas Club, which is why you’re not walking away victorious.

In the meantime you’ll sit on your throne of pride and paint a fictional caricature of myself hoping to convince yourself that I’m just the first stepping stone on your righteous path to greatness. This “man” who hides behind golden fences hoping that nobody sees him for who he really is. Well I’m right here, and I’m no man. I am…



on May 18th 2018, 11:29 pmShinati Mizarki
>>The following dialogue takes place in the Victorian Era style home of Shinati Mizarki. His own living room to be exact, which has a pristine; oriental feel to it upon entry, from the beige coloured walls, which have various designs of dragons (whether they be mint coloured or wine coloured) upon the walls, and a chandelier hanging from a steel chain; dangling freely from the ceiling. 

The item we are most interested in though, is a corn nylon 'lawn' chair, that is positioned atop a candy/porcelain cotton rug in the dead centre of the room --- for seated atop of it; attired in a Sangria kimono, azure jeans and jet black casual sneakers, is Shinati himself, still bearing the scars, the agony of the attack that took place on what was *supposed* to be a victorious debut for him, at the hands of two of his foes in the upcoming number one contender's match for the Heritage championship, in Jun Nobunaga and Kerry Keller, which resulted in King Tora IV being pinned by Racer Smiles during the tag match. As always, everything has been translated for your viewing pleasure.<<

"I'm sorry for letting Shoot Nation and King Tora IV down. For *not* being able to get the vengeance they deserved. For *not* being able to show Jun that when you stab friends, or people who thought of you as such, in the back that there *are* repercussions. That you can't just get away with shunning what you once claimed to stand for, in order to savour fancy with your 'new circle'. With people, who partake in the destruction of the very fibre of this industry; this nation's ethics."

>>Pausing, he allows himself a deep inhale, knowing that even though *technically* Tora was the one who got pinned, it was solely because he was unable to prevent the count from occurring. That *he* was unable to 'make the save' as some people like to call it, and that hurts more than the outcome itself. More than the actual attack on him does.<<

"I should have known that Kerry and Jun would have focused in on me, especially after you put your faith in *me* to be the representative of our faction in this fatal four way.. Especially after the encounter we had, when Kerry and Jun, along with myself, each came out to formalise the proceedings --- to affirm that *we* each would be the ones elected to stand forth; carry the pride, the honour of our factions upon our shoulders and be the next one to challenge for the Heritage championship --- a title that itself, represents prestige and history within the spirit of this sport."

>>Those words sinking in, Shinati allows himself to thinking about how important it is that *he* is the one to claim the championship opportunity --- how the Heritage championship, stands aligned with everything that Shoot Nation represents. Everything that they hold dear to their hearts, from the moment they were anointed as the custodians of Japan's honours and traditions, both inside and outside of the ring.<<

"Yet when they did that, they made sure that I realised that any 'honeymoon' I might have been feeling --- not that one was there anyway, I know that wrestling is more than just achieving my dream and being here, has turned into fuel. Into motivation to ensure that they learn that when you spit in the face of what we uphold, then everything becomes fair game. 

It becomes attrition oriented, each of us fighting for what we stand for --- or fighting among thieves in the case of Kerry and Jun, both of whom might as well stand under the same banner due to their own deeds. They both want to make wrestling into their own entertainment commodity, they both wish for the spirit of wrestling to be left behind as the soul is stripped away. As its heart, is ripped from its chest; we all are left to watch, helpless to prevent its occurrence."

>>His face contorting into a look of disdain, Shinati shudders at the thought of his last statement becoming reality. Of the Phantom Troupe and Tres Comas Club 'winning' the war that has been taking place. A war, that commenced long before his arrival.<<

"That's *why* Shoot Nation are here --- that's why *I'm* here. We *are* the last barrier between wrestling being violated; stripped of its own morality and turned into a plaything for millionaires to use at their own beck and call. For thugs, to destroy from the inside out. For gajins and faux-citizens to walk in and claim hold of our customs; traditions that our forefathers forged, and turn them into nothing more than dust. Desecrate them, as if they *never* existed. Wrestling is something that needs to be respected, a culture, that is sacred within our hearts --- and if that means I must become a martyr inside of the ring in order to serve as its guardian, then I will be the happiest martyr in death."

>>His eyes beginning to burn, he allows himself time to gather his thoughts, to 'cool himself down' from the intensity that flows through his veins. Intensity, born from a lust to make sure that wrestling is respected. That it once again, is cherished as the oracle that it was always meant to be. The oracle that it has *always* been to him --- ever since those nights with his father. He lets out a gentle sigh, pondering the fact that there *is* a forth party in this match too --- the party that *actually* initiated this challenge.<<

"Tarah --- you're right about me. I *am* new, I am inexperienced in regards to this ring, compared to yourself. Compared to Jun. Compared to Kerry. But that *doesn't* make me any less of a threat. That doesn't mean you can just dismiss me; think that because I am inexperienced, that I don't understand what it means to be given an opportunity. To have a door opened, that would usually be reserved for those who have cut their teeth in this business *more* than I. Because I *do*. 

And I am eternally grateful that Shoot Nation gave me this door; enabled me to be the one to set foot in the ring alongside an honorary like yourself. I respect you more than the other two --- both professionally and personally. Ronin are the ones most aligned with what we in Shoot Nation wish to achieve; the honour and tradition we wish to uphold."

>>Cutting himself off, he shudders as he thinks about the next words that are about to flow from his lips.<<

"But, and I must thank Kerry and Jun for this, no matter how much they sicken me, I have learned that sometimes --- you must be willing to embrace tactics that you would otherwise deny if you are to acquire a victory. If you are to pursue the message that you wish to send. That all 'respect' I might have, must go out the window the moment we set foot in that ring together. I also know that anything less than all I have, would be disrespectful to you; to the fans who wish to see us leave our spirits; leave our bodies in the ring, and a disgrace to those who came before. So, yes, you *will* be getting everything I have in this match --- It's the *only* way that this can be done justice. It's the only way that this will be honourable."

>>Pausing, he hears the words of his father ring within his head, as he slightly bows his head. He knows that he was brought up *not* to lay even a single finger on a woman in violence, but this week is an exemption. This week, is the first time he will be forced to test that teaching.<<

"Just like it would be disrespectful to you if I were to take it easy because of your gender. I know that we *shouldn't* lay our hands upon women, I know women are supposed to be shrines to be respected and admired, but this is your wish --- so I am bound to obey it. I am bound, to treat you with the same contempt that I shall be treating Kerry and Jun."

>>His head still bowed, he feels himself slightly lifting his hands up to his chin, in a sort of prayer, as a whisper leaves his lips.<<

"I'm sorry father. Please forgive me for this sin."

>>Clearing his voice, his tone returns to its normal level.<<

"Just like Apparition shall be bringing honour and prestige to the Heritage title when he claims it from Sangrat, I shall be the force behind its retention within our honour, when I become the next challenger. When I stand tall, vanquishing the honourable Tarah Nova and the scum Kerry and Jun --- for it is what *must* occur."

>>It is with those words, that our filming ends, the setting fading into black.<<
on May 18th 2018, 8:00 pmBelle Kingsley
My journey at winning the Heaven's Arena Cup went to dust thanks to the behemoth, Gronk. Gotta admit it - it stings a bit because I believed that I poured my heart and soul into this tournament. For me to fall one match before the finals were something that took awhile for me to adjust. There goes that saying when another door closes, another one opens. Well, I think that is what happened to me. As the door closed on my chances of winning the tournament, another one opened with an opportunity to team with my fellow Shoot Nation brethren, Masanori Kawada as we both challenge against The Phantom Troupe’s Saul Omen and CM Nas; Tres Comas Club’s One True Pairing, Cash and Sakura Corleone and Ronin, the SSW Freebird Tag Team Champions, Kerry Keller and Atem Octavian Amun-Ra. Once again, Strong Style Wrestling takes the concept of pinning these four teams against each other for the amusement and entertainment of the fans. You know what? I like that. I consider this another opportunity to prove why Shoot Nation is the faction that everyone needs to look out for. We dominated the Heaven's Arena Cup. ¾ members were from Shoot Nation. In this match, Shoot Nation is being represented by a man and woman who were super hungry at reaching the finals, but instead, they are joining forces together to dethrone Ronin and take those tag titles for ourselves.

First, you have what you would call the biggest threats of the entire match - The Phantom Troupe’s Saul Omen and CM Nas. This is a group that full embraces of being a renegade. I mean, one of the men in this match left a specific company with their own championship that he had won twenty-seven days earlier. There was buzz that he sacrificed everything in that company - financial security, a job and he was willing to throw all of that away? For what? To show his talents to Japan? To prove that he can make it anywhere? Well, how’s he doing with that? As for Saul Omen, what has he done that is anything of importance? This may be my lack of research on the matter, but I don’t recall him doing anything eventful despite being overshadowed by Aria Jaxon and CM Nas. Saul had the look of a future champion. He has the skills of a future champion, but why isn’t he champion? Is it because The Phantom Troupe has hoarded most of the championships? Is it because they don’t want to end up like another Tres Comas Club and have tension within the group. In a way, that’s smart. On the other hand, I could see seeds already planting. I’m not saying that Shoot Nation is the vision of the perfect stable. We have had our own share of arguments, but it has made the group stronger. It has made us more focused and determined to accomplish our goals. Is that something The Phantom Troupe has outside of their egos? Is that what they have outside the cocky attitudes? I don’t seem them backing it up that much in the ring, but in the aftermath, sure? But, Supremacy may be their shot to back up everything that they’ve been claiming.

Second, you have what you would call the wildcards of the entire match - Tres Comas Club or One True Pairing’s Cash and Sakura Corleone. This was a match back in the House Show that we were not successful in winning; however, they weren’t successful at all. In a sense, this leaves a mystery for Supremacy about which of these teams can walk out victorious which I am way more than okay with. Besides CM Nas and Saul Omen, we are the only ones with experience and with an idea of what we can do in order to take down One True Pairing - or whatever name you are planning to use. There is a part of me that wants to take this entire group seriously, but I just can't do that at all. I mean, who is your leader? Where did you come from? What have the two of you done that makes us want to take you seriously? There is no doubt that you are talented in the ring, but your personalities are just a huge blind spot in what makes One True Pairing, One True Pairing. Personally, I cannot take you seriously at all. You remind me of one of those annoying couples that no one likes. I mean, I think Ronin and The Phantom Troupe can both attest to that. In a way, I think you both know that and tend to use that to your advantage. In a way, it might be one of the smartest things that anyone can do in this match. If only you can win the match by annoying your competition to death. If that was the case, then you two would be the winners for sure. I just find it so amusing how everything is falling apart, yet you remain the One True Pairing. Tres Comas Club could use some advice on being a united unit, but it might be too late for that.

Third, you have what you would call the champions of the entire match - Ronin. Kerry Keller and Atem Octavian Amun-Ra. I look at the two of you and I think there are not many people that think you have what it takes to win this match. In a sense, the two of you are being underestimated. Sure, you have your favorites in the match such as The Phantom Troupe due to their domination over SSW. You might have your favorites such as the One True Pairing, who think the might get away with this match due to their chemistry being the best out of any of the participants in the match, but who is betting on Ronin? Who are placing their bets on making sure that Ronin walks away with all of the gold? No one. As much as you have an established leader in Tarah Nova, but she’s not good enough to lead her team to victory. She is the entire reason why Ronin have those belts. She is the reason why those belts are on your shoulders. The two of you are only having them due to the Freebird rules. Bless the freebird rules because, without them, you would have not a single championship upon your shoulders. I’m not going to be the one to say that you shouldn’t have a chance to retain your championship. I am all in for challengers getting their chance to fight for the titles, but I question how much Kerry and Atem will function as a team? Are they going to be anything like Tarah and Pierro when they won those titles? Are they going to be a united force enough for them to retain in this match? Or will they watch as those titles slip away from their grasps and onto the grasps of Belle Kingsley and Masanori Kawada?

In the words of Masanori, Brace Yourselves because you are not going to know what Shoot Nation is going to hit you with. The days of being underestimated are over. The days of being the one stable with no ounce of gold upon their shoulder are about to be over. The days of Ronin holding those belts are about to be over. Shoot Nation will rise to the occasion and prevail.
on May 18th 2018, 4:13 pmTarah Nova

Courtesy Call---Supremacy!
Promo Number One

“There's a rumble in the floor. So get prepared for war. When it hits, it'll knock you to the ground while it shakes up everything around. But survival is a must, so will you stand with us? Can you feel it? Make it real and Make me feel it I think it might wash away tonight. Awakened from this never ending fight, it takes more than meets the eye. This war we're fighting is not just writing: Hey-o, here comes the danger up in this club. When we get started man, we ain't gonna stop. We gonna turn it out, 'till it gets too hot. Everybody sing: Hey-o Tell 'em turn it up 'till they can't no more. Let's get this thing shakin' like a disco ball. This is your last warning, a courtesy call.”

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The scene opens up to small hotel room. The TV was on but muted, both sides of the bed unmade, clothes thrown around the room and in the middle of it all stood Tarah Nova close to the wall by the window. A smile gracing her lips as soft chuckle left them. She was on the phone, texting away. The camera zoomed in more on her as it catches a glimpse of  her the person she was texting and how worried they were about her working the ring so fast after Hardcore Havoc. Another BING popped off and the words appeared on her screen: ‘Pls you finally have time from the Kids. Go relax & we will be back in a few hours ily bby.’ One last smile appeared before she shut her phone off:

“He's Right. I should be relaxing. I should be in bed, trying to sleep off the pain that I went through on Mother’s Day last Sunday but this my job. I wrestle---even when I’m broken, cut up or bruised from head to toe. I still come in and do my job. Just like the night I first appeared here...” Tarah finally looks up at the camera, “Yeah, My first night in Strong Style Wrestling, I LEAD Ronin to the Tag Team Championships. I showed everyone that this era of strong style is for the Misfits, The Freaks and the Outcasts. I proved to each and every fan, co-worker and even the owner of this company that my faction is much more than meets the eye.  See, people only see us as the faction that you can just dump The Unwanted but you're all wrong. Since the day I became Leader of Ronin, I promised each member of this family that we made together that I would leave them to Victory and I have been doing just that. So after showing people that Ronin is a threat, I believe it is my turn to grab the gold for myself. To become the number one Contender for the SSW Heritage Championship. A Championship that I've been dying to hold since I stepped foot in SSW and I promise all three of you boys, as a woman of my word, I will not stop fighting until I am the number one Contender for this Championship. See, I don't care who you guys are or what faction you stand for. I don't care what sideways comments you can throw at me or what you truly think of me or my team. Frankly, I've heard them all before and trust me when I say every comment you throw at me won't faze me one bit. Again, I have been in this game for a decade now and it will take more than saying things like ‘I've been riding the coattails of my boyfriends to get ahead in this company’ to annoy me." Tarah rolls her eyes, her smile still on her lips as she look at back at the camera. "Speaking of that comment, I guess I'll start with you, Kerry dear. Yeah, I thought that comment was real cute coming from you. So tell me how long did it take you to come up with that one? 5 minutes? 10? Or were you holding on it for a while now? Ah, Fuck it. It don't matter how long it took you to come up with it; all that matters is that it truly made me rip a stitch. Oh yes, I laughed long and hard at it because I have been hearing that comment since he and I got together. But it wasn't for men, no. It was from women because we both know they are the most petty creatures in this world today. And do you wanna know what I asked them when they would try to get under my skin with comments like that?” Tarah smirked, staring right at the camera, “Kerry, I asked them how does a one time Vixens champion, one-time specialist champion, Hall of Famer and now current Tag Team Champion ride the coattails of her boyfriend when two out of the three titles that she just listed she won before getting with him? I mean some please que in the Jeopardy music because it might take this man a while to think of an answer. I kid. I kid because the answer is simple, really. I didn't ride his coattails to the top of any company that I have been in. Hell, I had my name written down in history books already before he and I became the power couple that we are today. I mean truly, people have known the name TARAH NOVA for very long time and for you to come waltzing in, trying to make it seem like I've needed him the claim my spot in the wrestling ring. Wow, and I thought Chase Vedder came up with stupid tactics." The Ronin leader shakes her head, "Kerry, the only one out of the two of us that is riding anyone's coattails is you. You are the one that continues to fail each and every week in your matches; putting people over time and time again while your teammates such as Gronk, the SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Champion: Aria Jaxon and of course, My Man who is the OWA Heavyweight Champion/The Best Champion Alive: CM Nas.  Three of your teammates that have done more than you have and hell, if I wanted to be a real bitch right now; I would list each and every other Phantom Troupe member above you because they are doing something for the team. You though? You are becoming just another Kil, the teammate of yours that I outsmarted in 5 seconds flat. You are becoming dead weight and if you keep it up, I promise you that you will be the next to be killed off in Phantom Troupe by either my hands, another faction member’s or by your own teammates. So think about that before you speak and tell me I'm wrong...but till then, I have others to speak about."

Tarah leans back again the wall she is staying by, thinking for a moment, "And I guess another would be Jun Nobunaga: A simple traitor of Shoot Nation. Ya know, It's funny how hypocritical you are, Jun, my boy. One week you speak so gently and so apologetic to you teammates and how you wouldn't want to be like Tre Comas Club or Phantom Troupe but than the following next week you have joined TCC, attacking former stablemates alongside Phantom Troupe scum." She rolls her neck slowly, "God, men like you give me pains. You switch sides at a flip of a coin and make it hard to trust people in this business. Hell, people like you and Kerry are reasons why there are wars between factions while Ronin sits on the sidelines, watching with popcorn in our laps as we wait to see who kills each other first. Truthfully, I'm waiting for one of you to piss off Shoot Nation enough to where they stab first. That or wait till TCC kills itself from the inside out. Either way my money's down on one of those options. Anyway, my point is, no matter what flavor of the week your faction is; when we meet up at Supremacy, Jun, you're not taking this opportunity from me. I have waited a long time to hold a singles championship and I'm not going to let you or you're ex Shoot Nation Friend, Shinati Mizarki walk out of here as winners. I mean we already established that Kerry isn't touching it but you two might be a threat. Maybe."

Slowly Tarah pushes herself off the wall and slowly looks at the camera.

"Now speaking of Shoot Nation Friend and Sir Shinati Mizarki, I’m glad you are in the match. See, outta all of the factions in SSW, Shoot Nation is the only one that actually gets along with Ronin...somewhat. I mean at least I know some of them do. In fact, I hold a lot of respect for one of your fellow members, Masanori Kawada, for pushing me to my limit and showing respect in the ring. So a part of me semi hopes that you would do the same but the other part? The other part of me hopes that you bring everything you have in you to this match. I mean it's only your second match in SSW and for that I feel like you don't have enough experience to be in this but then again, like I said when you first walked out to take this challenge; I saw the fire in your eyes. You want a fight and you came looking for one but I promise you that no matter how hard you fight, you will not be walking out as number one contender. You are only a small fraction of a threat to me because simply, you are new and I haven't seen you enough in ring to know what I’m up against. That and like I said, you have a spit fire to you but...that can be put out quickly if your not too careful. With that being said, I warn you now, Mizarki: If you show me respect, I'll show you some back. And if you stay out of my way, I'll stay out of yours, alright?"

Another beep comes from Nova's phone which makes her look down at it before looking back at the camera, "In the end, my words are short and sweet but to the point and my point is this: you can fire at me with every finisher and signature you have under your belts. You can drag me through the ringer so many times over but no matter what you boys bring to the table to use against me, I will bring it ten times heavier. I might be small and light as a feather but I don't need strength to take all of you down. I will use my wits to do so and if I need to use blunt force..." Nova's smile turns into a smirk in a matter of seconds, "...Then so be it. With that all said and done, I’ll see you boys in the ring. NOVA OUT." With that, she walks passed the camera, placing her phone back to ear. The camera fades out to black, ending the scene.


on May 18th 2018, 12:48 amGREED貪欲
Destiny has finally arrived. Twenty seven long years where emptiness preceded the loneliness and disappointment of not being able to live up to what seemingly was an impossible goal. Since the dawn of the man, the possession of both the material and the mental happiness you can only achieve without he material is the paradox that no one has quite been able to solve. You have the men who leave one for the other yet still live their entire lives unfulfilled. How? I will never understand. From the day I was born, even years before I could put the feelings into words, I just knew inside me that nothing would ever be enough to satisfy me. That sadness overwhelmed my childhood, knowing that my goals were beyond my capabilities - fortunately, time is merely something you have to wait out for the cost of immortality… And fate does always catch up with you. Fate doesn’t discriminate, fate merely chooses - rather, fate assigns each and every one of us to an inescapable path - each person’s path different from the next, but the one commonality between them all is that they have just two endings -  success or failure, and whichever ending you stumble upon defines your entire existence. Fate didn’t just assign this path to me, it cursed me with it.  Do you think I want this, Andre? To live each and every day with this empty hole in my existence, not knowing what to fill it with. Not money, not fame, not victory, not championships… there’s not one thing will ever make me happy, and in the end… That’s exactly what keeps me going. If true happiness and fulfillment is something that I’ll never achieve, then I’ll just have to take everything else.

It’s a shame that it had to be you, because believe it or not I was once a fan until Andre Virgo. That is, of course, until you just happened to stumble across the biggest opportunity of your life, one you most definitely didn’t earn. Now that’s besides the point because clearly Brian Daniels agrees with that enough to the extent where he made you put up both of your undeserved accolades against me. You’re a boy trying to fit into a man’s shoes and with the state that Tres Comas Club is in right now, you’ve proven you’re an unsuitable leader. I’m not walking out like BANG did, Andre. No one’s coming to throw in the towel for me. There is no other outcome here other than me ripping everything out of your hands and making it mine. People can see light on the rear of their failures but for me there isn’t - just more of the void I’ve had to live in with the reality I face every day - that my ultimate goal is just one notch short of impossible, yet I have no power but to do everything I can to achieve it. Despite the progress I’ve made, nothing has been of enough substance yet to satisfy me. Nothing… until I saw BANG pass down the leadership of the Tres Comas Club and the SSW Junior Heavyweight Championship. Then, there I saw it - an opportunity. An opportunity to - maybe - begin to fill that void left by my indomitable greed. For me, after all I’ve done in order to try and find fulfillment in the only, twisted way that I can… maybe is a worthwhile enough of an incentive to give it my all.

Regardless, I can’t act like this isn’t a good opportunity to add to my resources. It’s not like having the support of a few capable allies and the title of SSW Junior Heavyweight Championship would hurt my cause at all. The Tres Comas Club is in shambles right now. We went from being the most enigmatic and quietly powerful stable in this company to now being it’s laughingstock. You’ve failed as a leader, destroying this faction. I wouldn’t be surprised if the next thing we learn is that investors are starting to pull out, causing the Club to fall apart altogether. Frankly, Andre, I’m saving you from yourself. I’m saving you from the disappointment of having to go down as the man who destroyed what could have been a legendary stable because he just wasn’t competent enough of a leader. I’m saving you from peaking too early as a hand-me-down Junior Heavyweight Champion. Most importantly, I’m saving the SSW Junior Heavyweight Championship, and securing the future and prosperity of the Tres Comas Club. I dream a lot bigger than you do, Andre, and that’s exactly why I have the vision necessary and the talent at hand to take Tres Comas Club to greater heights than you ever could.

I know what kind of man you are, Andre. You’re just too full of yourself to see the bigger picture and you’re none the wiser to the fact that the little window you look out of to see your goals is nothing more than a fraction of what I’m aiming to do in this company - no, in this world. Your flashiness and proclivity to blind your opponents with the dazzle and glamour of who you are have been an effective tool up until now in gaining the appreciation and love of the crowd. I’m sure those perks translate well backstage in regard to the trust management has for you, because as far as I can see, no one deserves to hold a championship that they didn’t win in the ring, let alone parade around with it like you legitimately deserve respect and admiration for being nothing more than a literal paper champion. Seriously, I don’t think you understand the fact that you were simply at the right place at the right time, or else there’s no way you’d be holding that belt right now.

Look, I get that this is a dog-eat-dog world, and to be the top guy, you need to believe that you are. I can tell humility isn’t your strong suit, not to mention that your lack of it is eventually going to be your downfall. The question now is whether or not you’re going to take me as seriously as you need to when you’re standing across from me in the ring. Understand that your theatrics and melodrama are going to have no effect on me. I’ve seen stranger characters than you in my life, and honestly, I’ve seen more convincing acts. Fake it ‘till you make it seems to be your motto, but winging it has only taken you so far, to the point where since you’ve become the Junior Heavyweight Champion, everything around you - your Tres Comas Club included - has deteriorated, continuing to do so until your legacy is nothing more than dust. You think you’re going to walk us into the spotlight, Andre? You’re about to lead us into complete and utter irrelevancy and for the sake of MY career, for the sake of MY goal, you need to be stopped, and right now it looks like I’m the only person who’s going to get that done.

The vibe I’m getting you from is that you’re just in this for your fifteen minutes of fame. You’re here for the money - to say you’re the champion, but not truly be one, and that’s why you don’t deserve the things you have. I deserve the things you have, or else I wouldn’t feel so strongly as I do towards this cause. This feels larger than me, certainly larger than you - which is exactly why I feel that my almost supernatural greed is more than just the miswiring in my brain that I thought it was. It’s fate, Virgo, and yours is to lose everything you have to me. All except for that big, useless ego - you can keep that. Joking around isn’t an option. Taking things lightly isn’t an option. Losing simply is not an option - but it is going to be your only one.

This is where you need to ask yourself - what defines Andre Virgo? If the answer to that question is the SSW Junior Heavyweight Championship or the leadership of the Tres Comas Club, then in addition to those, I’ll also be ripping away your very soul and claiming it as my own. Is there anything more to the man? Clearly there must have been something BANG saw in you to entrust you with the leadership of the Club, but I’m not seeing it. Every appearance you make, you show off your disgusting lack of humility with nothing of substance to back it up. I’m not a virtuous man by any means, I thrive on the thrill of sin - my driving force in life is one the seven deadly sins themselves. Still, despite how much trust we put into ourselves in our reckless abandon of virtue, to be still be of sound enough mind to accomplish our goals, we all have limits chaining us down. Me, I’m trying to break mine, slowly and carefully, piece by piece, until I become the limitless man finally capable of satisfying my limitless greed.

Now, where I’m excessively methodical, you’re equally foolishly brazen. You overstep where you can tread Virgo. I’m not like your average fool in the Tres Comas Club. I’m not one of the sheep you’ve been able to seduce and lead out to your cursed pasture. You have no idea what you’re about to step in the ring with. It’s not a stretch to say that up until Supremacy, I’ve been holding back. You think you scared me off with that chair? It was simply in my best interests not to engage in a fight that wouldn’t get me anything. Unlike you, primitive passion doesn’t drive my decisions. I’m sure your insecurity as a leader pushes you to do everything in your power to make yourself look like the man you’re pretending to be, but all you end up doing is exposing your inadequacies, and trust me, I’ve picked up on every single one of them. You may consider me a coward for avoiding that fight, but you’ll have no other choice than to call me a winner at Supremacy.

I’m sure you have some surprises up your sleeve, but you’re about to a see a side of GREED you didn’t know was there. I’ve heard the criticism. It’s time to put all that to rest. It’s time to make the first major move in my lifelong quest. It’s time to start building the foundation of the fulfillment I’ve been lacking my entire life. The satisfaction… Well, I won’t know what it feels like until what you have is all mine. To complete my destiny, I’ve taken on this impossible task, but one day, all will be mine. And first… will be that crown on your head that you were never meant to wear. The SSW Junior Heavyweight Championship, the Tres Comas Club, Andre Virgo’s unconscionable
pride - ALL, will belong to GREED.
on May 12th 2018, 12:00 amDamien Walker
SSW Heaven’s Arena Tour: 5/12/2018-Promo 1
*The phone camera cuts on to Damien Walker pacing around the living room of his Tokyo apartment. Seemingly, in contemplation of something.*

“It’d be utterly foolish to not acknowledge and ignore the fact that the last two weeks or so haven’t exactly been...kind to the Ronin. We had 3 members in the second round of the Heaven’s Arena Cup, and all of them ended up losing their respective matches.Last week, the three same stablemates who appeared in the second round and lost, competed in a 6-man tag team match against TCC and lost again! Yet somehow, I managed to win my match against Shinati Mizark and chalk one up for the freaks. I could easily just rant and rave about how unfairly things have been turning out of us and how we’re nothing but the victims of circumstance but does that really fix anything?”

*Damien shrugged his shoulders*

“Probably not.”

“Instead of concerning myself about how everything in the past went bad for us, I’m going to go ahead and focus on what’s going to be happening tomorrow night. Where I’m facing “The Silencer” Kerry Keller, a member of the Phantom Troupe. A man who considers himself to be “tough” and his outlook entirely shaped by his life on the mean streets of Lansing. *Damien sighed in disappointment* You know, in a way you remind me a lot of myself and my own upbringing. Too bad you roll with a bunch of douchebags. I’m gonna win tomorrow.

Bet on it.

*Damien walks towards the camera*

Peace. The Fuck. Out.

*The camera feed cuts out*
on May 11th 2018, 11:59 pmGronk
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Belle Kingsley is a queen
And I like the way she looks in those jeans
You're not like the rest of these weeaboos
So Gronk has chosen you to woo
For one night only, we must fight
But afterwards I'll treat you right
I love your blonde hair
So you best prepare for this spear

I must pin you for the three count
Don't worry, this time it's not a mount
For you are a lady and should be treated as such
But behind closed doors, you won't resist this touch
Oh yes, you'll get these hands
All over your curvy waistband

You'll get the meaning of Gronk Smash
So you best brace that a$$
Piero was a creepo
But Gronk will make you scream "OH OH OH"

We will avenge Pearl Habor one day at a time
Because you're getting Gronk in his prime
They don't call Gronk "The Mad Titan" without reason
Japan must pay for their high treason

Together we can take on these chinks
If you say no, you should go see a shrink
We go together like peanut butter and jelly
Just you wait until I put a kid in your belly
I have the guns
And you have the buns
Gronk shall be your king
Come on, this is more than just a fling

I'll go on and win the Heaven's Cup
While your body is plastered as Gronk's pinup
Gronk can go about smashing faces
While touching all your bases
These asians need to be taught a lesson
They should have stayed in their hentai dungeons
But you, Belle, are an angel
Hopefully one that's not opposed to ana--

Tonight, I am to impress
Perhaps, I'll even see you out of that dress
I'll get that one-two-three
And maybe one day get down on one knee
All you have to say is, "I do"
So Gronk can forever be your boo

Nevermind that, one step at a time
I'm just counting down the days until you're mine
We can take it slow, we don't have to screw
Just know, one day, Gronk is going all the way with you

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on May 11th 2018, 11:59 pmKerry Keller
SSW Promo/Statement:

*The camera once again focuses on to Kerry Keller in his study, meditating. The room only lit by candlelight. His eyes open slowly and he sends a piercing stare into the camera.*

Keller: The Ronin… a ragtag group of misfits led by a certain Tarah Nova. I have reason to believe that this Damien Walker may be an important key to your success Ronin. But no matter, I will do what I believe my Phantom Troupe cohorts expect me to do… destroy, conquer, achieve, emerge victorious once again and continue building my momentum. You see, after losing to Belle Kingsley in the first round of a tournament I should have won, I felt it was time to change my attitude as one step forward into changing my luck in SSW. And my my, has it seemed to work so far. Two weeks ago I laid Avery Knight into the dirt in quick fashion, which may have been the quickest match in SSW history. I'm not looking to end this match quick Mr. Walker, I'm looking to send a message to anyone who actually thought that I, or anyone, was the weak link of the Phantom Troupe, as that concept doesn't exist. You see, unlike every other faction in this company, the Troupe doesn't work where somebody is strongest and somebody is weakest, we are all to be feared and respected as the most dominant force in all of wrestling. As much as I think ending this match quickly will do for establishing this fear and respect, I feel sending a statement may be important too. Who knows? Maybe as a favor to my friend Tarah I'll put you out of your misery quickly as to not embarrass you Ronin too much. But I may also send you back to whatever shed in Ohio from which you came in pieces.

*Keller smiles sinisterly in the candlelight*

Keller: I heard you can take a decent amount of pain, Damien. But what happens when that threshold is finally crossed? What happens when you really cannot take the pain anymore? I'm sure we may just find out tomorrow, now won't we?

*Kerry begins to put out each candle with only his fingers, all four of them surrounding him, starting from the left*

Keller: Shhhh, be silent.

*The camera fades to static as well as the Phantom Troupe logo in the background*
on May 11th 2018, 11:34 pmMasanori Kawada

Versus Jaydane Pendragon; Heaven’s Arena Tournament Semi-Finals.
Entry: 2 -- Word Count: 1,094

"Family is a sacred thing that often goes overlooked in the world of wrestling, but let us not pretend that I myself don't have a family." Our scene opens with a panning view of the interior of a small, yet cosy household. The shelves are lined with picture frames, each one displaying a smiling Masanori Kawada. Some of these images feature a young, beautiful lady with Kawada, embraced with one another and looking into each other's eyes. Others with what must be his daughter, as every image has fluctuating ages, the latest portraying her as no older than 10. There were the sporadic drawings within the picture frames, all of which are of Kawada both with his real face and his former masked persona. Kawada is looking at a frame that is in his hand, one that has him, his wife and daughter together, smiling. "I have been called a hero in this industry, and that has always been a debatable label many think I created to glorify myself. But to my wife, to my daughter, in their eyes that is exactly who I am. They have seen me at my best of times, at my worst of times, and they have never seen me as anything less than a hero. I always persevered through the most difficult of times, dived headfirst into the unknown, fought off any danger that stood in my way. I did it because I believed in the justice I would bring the wrestling world, and no one has been more supportive of the risks I have taken than my family. It has never been about the winner purse, never about the desire to be famous, but about the impression I leave to not only them but everyone else, that I am the pillar of justice that will never be moved. I have been that pillar for a very long time now, longer than my daughter has even been alive, before me and my wife even knew each other's names. But it only truly meant something when they became a vital part of my life. I protect them, I care for them, I do what I believe is best for them. In a way, I treat the Shoot Nation itself like my family. Family sometimes fights, sometimes they have to butt heads to prove something to each other, and that is what this match is for me, Jaydane. This match is having to prove who is the strongest, who fights harder for this family, who fights harder for the Shoot Nation. You have your motivations, and I have mine, neither of them are meaningless, but one has to drive us further than the other so that only our strongest foot takes the next step forward. And I must always believe I am the strongest, until I am too old and too grey to carry on fighting for justice. But I have many years left in me to fight the good fight." Kawada places the picture frame back onto the mantle. "I believe this is what is known as tough love. This is the way it has to be, to hit each other with everything we have to prove that we want the success of our faction and to be the one that brings us there. Teacher versus student is a narrative, but at the end of the day, you are not my lesser. You have proven your valiance to me, so much so that I stand at your side and acknowledge you as the Shoot Nation leader, despite also seeing myself as one. This is a battle of equals. This is a battle of the greater of two justices. You fight for a preventive justice, while I fight to redeem our tainted public image as a justice against those who have tainted it and stole everything we fight so hard for. But there will never be a day that we go without injustice in our society. This is something you have yet to learn, something that will only lead you to work tirelessly for something that will never be obtained. Injustice doesn't back away, it lurks in the shadows until there is a time to strike. This can not be prevented beforehand, but it can be detained and sentenced to face its justice. What the Phantom Troupe has done to us, we couldn't have prevented having an SSW without people who lie, cheat and steal their way to the top at our expense. That was unavoidable, that is not the world we can ever live in. All we can do is cut the snake off by the head, prevent it from sinking it's fangs into and spreading it's venom into the beating heart of SSW. The snake has to rear its head before it can be defanged, otherwise it just waits in the shadows for the killing blow. I am doing everything in my power to ensure that the snake doesn't sink it's fangs into another member of Shoot Nation. We have lost many, soldiers in the war, be it they left the company or in the recent case of Jun, defected to avoid the conflict, and I won't lose another because of the Phantom Troupes influence. For the blood that was spilt, for the gold that was stolen, I will advance and obtain the Heaven's Arena cup and take the Puroresu Heavyweight Championship away from Aria Jaxon and the Troupe. See, I am not upset nor disappoint it has come to this, Jaydane. If someone is going to take me out of this tournament, beat me in a match of will-power and intestinal fortitude, there is no better candidate than you. If my defeat were to come, there would be no ill-intentions knowing that you will bring that cup home to Shoot Nation even in my defeat. But that is where you serve your purpose. If you can not beat me and stop me from advancing in the cup, then no one else could. Be it against Gronk or our own Belle Kingsley in the finals, Shoot Nation is bringing that cup home and moving closer and closer to redeeming our name and putting the Phantom Troupe on the defensive. This match will only prove that individually we are strong, but united, we are unbreakable."

"Keep these words in mind, my friend, because in victory or defeat, we will stand together and continue fighting in the name of justice. But for one night, and one night only, we will determine whos sense of justice makes us stronger."
on May 11th 2018, 11:13 pmVanessa Santiago

“La vida nunca te arroja más de lo que puedes manejar,” my father has reminded me for as long as I’ve been alive. “Life never throws more at you than you can handle.”

John Doe thinks he’s more than I can contend with, and after him drawing first blood, I can see why he feels that way. He’s supposed to be the uncontested leader of the faction that calls itself SSW’s most fearsome, but the way he’s seeking me out now has all the hallmarks of a scorned ex-lover or a bitter middle school kid who couldn’t stand to see their friend sitting at anyone else’s lunch table. If I was in Tres Comas Club, I might agree with the notion that loyalty was bought and sold, but the truth of the matter was simply that I grew. I realized that the way I was conducting business -- as a vile bully among the ranks of The Phantom Troupe -- was no way to live. I couldn’t keep doing that forever.

Everyone has 20/20 vision ins hindsight, I’m afraid. I can’t go back and change the way that I acted, the things that I did, and the things that I said upon initially coming to Strong Style Wrestling. The best way to atone for having spat on everything this company stands for is to be better going forward, and I’m completely confident that I can do that as a member of Shoot Nation. I have no regrets about changing allegiances, although that’s what John Doe wants; to stir up regret in my heart and make me fear him, but I’m unafraid of what’s to come. I didn’t have eyes in the back of my head last week, and you exploited that for all it was worth. I’d say that you should be proud of yourself if I wasn’t still standing. Just as working alongside you means that I know how you think, you also should’ve known that it would take much, much more than one attack to keep me down. It’s pathetic that you ever thought you owned me or that I owed you anything, but it’s even more pathetic that you still can’t seem to let go. Keep watching my every move. I love my fans, after all. Continue to stalk me and peek around corners. Keep flickering the arena lights and trying your odd variance of psychological warfare. The woman you’ve chosen to fixate on is unafraid, and is completely dedicated to changing the landscape of Strong Style Wrestling for the better as a member of Shoot Nation.

With that, my train of thought very predictably drifts to the fact that I’ll once again be testing my mettle in a team effort this week, now with The Apparition at my side. He’s an honorable man full of empathy, so I understand that it’s in his nature to wish that he could’ve done something to prevent what happened to me at Doe’s hands, but I hold nothing against him. To ask The Apparition to literally walk through fire and to risk his long-term health and well-being to save me from an attack I knew I could bounce back from would be the most selfish thing in the world. We’re dusting ourselves off and walking with our heads held high into the next battle, this time against Ronin. On the SSW landscape, where The Phantom Troupe and Tres Comas Club are motivated by their respective vices of terror and money and Shoot Nation is motivated by an obligation to hold the honor of puroresu paramount, Ronin sits as the lazy, unmotivated, faux “too cool for school” outcasts who place more stock in being different than anything else. There’s no mission statement for them. No real desire to be the best or to bring lasting change to this company, for better or for worse. They’re cursed by complacency, and that won’t bode well for them this week.

JUDAS II, in his convictions, reminds me a lot of John Doe. That’s obviously not a compliment. Here’s another man who thinks of himself as judge, jury, and executioner. Someone else who cherry picks, finds those he believes have done “wrong”, and enacts what he feels is a brand of twisted justice upon them. However, at this fork in the road, Doe veers off to the left and continues to run his pseudo cult of worker bees, and Judas believes that he can harness the souls of those he defeats, becoming more and more unstoppable with every conquest. How foolish of you to place so much stock in things that won’t happen. It’s normal for wrestlers to focus on the attainable things, whatever they might be. Victories, championships, whatever. But you want much more than that, and worse yet for you, you’ve come looking in the wrong place. My partner has praised the individuality of not just you, but as a quality that exists within all of your stablemates. He’s just looking at the silver lining. When I look at Ronin, I see a bunch of incorrigibles with different agendas who roll the dice on the question of “can we actually mesh?” every time they team together for a match. Shoot Nation is a unit. The Apparition and I will be completely in sync when that bell rings, and whether or not you can accept this fact, you will listen to it -- individuals don’t take down teams.

Masakazu, I’ve studied you closely enough to know that your unaffected exterior betrays just what you’re actually capable of. Under the right circumstances, your capacity for violence is matched by few in this company. I suppose the same could be said for your partner. While I’m aware of how willing you both are to cause any given match to devolve into the most brutal of affairs, I’m not the least bit intimidated by it. The frustration of perhaps never ascending to the lofty heights that your father reached sparks fear deep inside you, and in turn, the anger that could potentially make you a very dangerous man. Not just that, but you’ve sort of got an ace in the hole in the form of Watari, don’t you? I’m sure you’d like to think that you’ve got all your bases covered, but just as I told your partner -- The Apparition and I are a team. I trust him completely, so how could I be at all put off by the potential of how violent or draining this match could be? He is my keeper, and I’m his. We’re not bringing managers, dark motives, or anything of the sort down to the ring with us. Just our unbreakable wills and a willingness to fight. As it will turn out, we won’t need anything more than that to defeat Ronin.
on May 11th 2018, 10:47 pmRacer Smiles
(Racer Smiles is in the SSW Dojo picking a 400 lb atlas stone up over a bar and dropping it over the other side onto a pad then rolling it back to repeat the repetition. He pauses.)

Racer Smiles: You know, I’ve been throwing Ronin around for a while now. You look at them and you see a band of misfits trying to pretend they’re something special. To me they’re nothing but freaks. Now Shoot Nation wants to step up to the Chief and try their hand at dismantling myself and Tres Comas Club. Interestingly enough we’ve already outsmarted you. Jun has already crushed Shoot Nation members when he was believed to be one of your own, now he’ll happily crush you again. Jun may have turned his back on his honor but honor isn’t something that money can buy. Talent can be bought. Power can be bought. Skill can be bought. It can’t be bought on a personal level but to acquire those who have earned those qualities is as simple as having the funds they want. Honor isn’t something anyone is going to write a check for. Honor is worthless. Domination, victory, strength, now those are worth something.

Shinati Mizarki says that the arrogance of Tres Comas Club and our lack of honor is a slap in the face to those who admire us as wrestlers. Well looking out in the crowd I can promise that if I slapped any of these plebs in the face they would fall to the ground and never get back up. Listen to me boy. You get in that ring and it belongs to Tres Comas Club. There’s not a damn thing Shoot Nation or anyone else can do to change that.

Once you’re in the ring with CHIEF SMILES-

???: Racer! I haven’t heard that atlas hit the ground in a good few minutes! I know you’re not done yet!

(Low steady taps against the floor are heard as Tomazeya comes up behind Racer Smiles using a cane to support himself as he reaches out and puts his hand on Racer’s shoulder.)

Tomazeya: The greatest statements you’re gonna make are going to be in that ring. What you say is only a fraction of what goes into victory. Your training is what will come into play when the moment of truth comes. Focus! Leave the talking to the guy who can’t step through the ropes anymore. Go back and finish your training.

Racer: Yes sir.

(Racer respectfully takes the directions of Tomazeya as he goes back to lifting and dropping the atlas stone.)

Tomazeya: Shinati… TORA… You are both very honorable men. Stepping into the ring with the support of an army of Smiling Faces. You remind me of a masked man I used to know. A man with everything he needed to be a success, the world believed in him, he had honor… He was a failure. He had not a single accolade to his name but oh boy did he fight the good fight. Until one day he took off the mask and set himself free. Similar to how Jun saw the light and abandoned Shoot Nation. Except I expect that Jun knew all along how pathetic the lot of you are. But the man in my story was luckily able to unmask and unleash a true threat to all who dared cross him. The hedonistic, sadistic man who people called Tomi Venus. This was all just a year ago. Time hasn’t changed. The only thing that has is now my back could very well collapse in on itself if I try to walk around without the assistance of a cane. But what I’ve realized is that I spent a lot of my career trying to be the monster everywhere I went. I wanted people to fear me. I had the intelligence and was willing to manipulate whoever to get what I wanted, but when what I wanted was right at my finger tips I was crippled by the hands of a fellow cold blooded son of a bitch.

But now I feel my purpose lives on. I may have been humbled but I can still live on through my students. I had to resort to unethical means to be the monster but Racer Smiles! RACER SMILES IS A MONSTER! RACER SMILES IS ABOVE ALL MEN! HE IS A SUPERIOR SPECIMEN! Some claim that they do not fear him. Some believe that they are brave to say that THEY DO NOT FEAR THE CHIEF! But in due time he proves that what those people are experiencing is not courage. It is stupidity! Bravery isn’t dropping an anvil on your head. Bravery isn’t setting up a picnic on the train tracks. Bravery is knowing that you should be afraid but accepting your destiny of being another casualty of the freak of nature that is Racer Smiles!


(Tomazeya reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He quickly answers it and turns to start leaving the room.)

Tomazeya: Hello?... Yes, I’ll be representing my student in person… We can work out the details of her contract next week… Of course….

(Racer Smiles watches Tomazeya exit the room as he breathes heavily and sweats through his shirt. He turns his attention to the camera once more.)

Racer Smiles: As my mentor said. In due time I will not need words to show Shoot Nation their destiny.

Long Live The Chief!

on May 11th 2018, 9:01 pmJun Nobunaga
[[The Camera pans open to a dim lit room where you can see shattered sculptures, ripped up pieces of poetry, and paint splattered all over the walls and floor. Sitting in the lone chair in the middle of the room as one Jun Nobunaga.]]

He he he he...You know part of me was hoping this would not come so soon. That the time when I would show my true colors and reveal my true intentions to the world would take time. However I saw my golden opportunity when I noticed I was stuck against young Ash Bouyer. Ash-Kun was nothing more than a joke. A boy who has yet to find himself and his place in the world. He actually believes his true calling is being a hero. Ash Bouyer could not protect a fly, let alone another human being’s life. I say that because in order to be able to defend another, you should be able to stand up and fight for your own existence. Something he emphatically FAILED to do against myself. And now here I stand as the man returning to Tres Comas Club, my original home. Although I see things have changed. There is strife, conflict within this family of mine. A civil war exists within Tres Comas Club, but that is fine. The more members who stay neutral to the infighting until it blows over and simply focus on using their abilities to put down the other factions and showcase the true might of Tres Comas Club the better. And of course naturally I’ve gotten an absurd amount of “Whys” thrown my way. Everyone wishes to get the answers straight from the horse’s mouth. I’m not afraid of telling anyone exactly how I feel, but it is very important for me to state that I would much rather wait for an opportunity to showcase it to the entire globe, such as now! Not only with my words like I will in just a moment, but with my actions. I am a man who believes very much that your actions should be able to back up everything that spews from your lips. That was one of the biggest issues with Shoot Nation. Shoot Nation had a lot of good sounding theories and ideas on paper, but in execution everything would go south. Never would something go their envisioned way. And it won’t for the foreseeable future. They are also gluttons for punishment. They just don’t know when to leave well enough alone or when it is time to go back to the drawing board and rethink their strategies. Shoot Nation are fools who line themselves up to be knocked down week in and week out! 

Shi o negabbaka! 


But I noticed something that’s very peculiar to me. I see a Young Boy talking bold to someone like myself who has a over a decade of experience working in this industry. Absolutely not. I shall tolerate no such thing. There are some sacred traditions that you do NOT break! And this is one of them. Unfortunately for young Shinati Mizarki...he just brought wrath incarnate upon himself! 

Kuso yarō!

[[Jun suddenly stands up to his feet and quickly grabs a freshly opened paint can. He then begins to dump out the paint all over the floor, spilling it everywhere. The Paint now instead of the former red, now being Green, in representation of Tres Comas Club.]]

Boy, you have opened yourself up to something you shouldn’t have! I am going to literally slap you across that ring and splatter you everywhere! Chunks of you will fly out into the front row audience! Then I’ll get down onto the canvas, My beautiful canvas where I would have created yet another masterpiece! That being the mess of the contents of your skull for ALL TO SEE! Then and only then will you truly learn your lesson for ever daring to consider yourself MY REPLACEMENT! 

Watashi wa kakegae no arimasen yo!

Kesshite sore o wasurenaide!

And it shows how pathetic Shoot Nation truly has become when they have to resort to using an absolute constant failure like TORA and a no name Young Boy like Shinati to try and get back at me for my actions. It’s very precious. What is going to take place is fairly obvious and quite standard for anyone who knows anything of my work. Racer Smiles and I will enter the ring, massacre some poor fools who should have just walked away, and life goes on. PERIOD! It’s going to be short and explosive to say the least...because as you are about to learn for the first time Shinati...ART IS A BANG!

Watashi wa eien ni iki tsudzukemasu!

[[Jun dips his fingertip into the green paint and licks some of it...then fully dips his hands into it and rubs it all across his face. Jun then looks straight into the camera with crazed eyes and flicks his tongue out. The camera cuts out.]]
on May 11th 2018, 8:25 pmCM Nas
[[The camera opens in to show Rick Walton barging into CM Nas’ personal gym where he is seen squatting about 450 pound weights. Rick rushes over to him and urges him to stop so he can have his full attention.]] 

Rick Walton: Champ! Champ!

CM Nas: What is it Rick? Can’t you see that I’m training for my Omega Heavyweight Championship defense this Sunday? 

Rick Walton: W-Well yes I understand that but-

CM Nas: Then I have to return to Mexico City in two weeks to defend the Azteca De Lucha Heavyweight Championship in a fatal four way match against Sebastian Fuego, La Tarántula, and El Hijo De Fantasma! Afterwards I’m flying back to Newcastle and take on Keldon Caldwell in a damned Falls Count Anywhere match for my PGW World Championship! SO IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO SAY, SPIT IT OUT!

[[Rick begins to rub Nasir’s shoulders to try and get him to relax, while still speaking to him.]]

Rick Walton: Calm down...I was just trying to ensure that you have not forgotten about your obligations to SSW.

CM Nas: Of course I have not. John Doe gave me a new lease on life that’s gifted me with vast amounts of success that I never ever could have possibly achieved otherwise. For that I am forever grateful to him and will do whatever needs to be done to better benefit the Phantom Troupe in establishing its dominance not JUST in Strong Style Wrestling, but world wide!

Rick Walton: Absolutely, and as the Best Wrestler and Champion Alive today only YOU could handle such a task. You travel around the world, mastering every artform of wrestling, and conquering the major promotions of every continent in the great and all powerful name of The Phantom Troupe! You reign supreme as the premier champion in America, Great Britain, AND Mexico thus far! And soon enough, Japan will follo-

[[Nas puts his finger up to pause Rick from continuing.]]

CM Nas: We’ve been through this dozens of times Rick. My time to be SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Champion will come...but that time is not anytime soon. I am biding my time and picking my spots. Trust me, you’ll be fully aware of when CM Nas’ time on top of The Far East will come. As a matter a fact, the entire WORLD will be fully aware of when that time is to come. Until then I must use all my power to fight for the good name of the Troupe in other ways. For instance this week. Teaming with Saul Omen against The so called “One True Pairing”. Reminds me of a couple that came into existence several months before leaving my former employers. 

Rick Walton: I know exactly who you’re talking about Nasir...but for some reason I cannot put names to faces…

CM Nas: No matter, obviously they were not anyone important if we can’t tell them apart from the background. At the end of the day although many men around the entire globe may consider myself the epitome of Greed in the World of Professional Wrestling...there are many MANY individuals FAR worse than I. There’s actually a whole stable full of them...Tres Comas Club. Who also just so happen to be the very Faction that Cassius and Sakura Corleone represent. How fitting. Let’s start with Mr. Cash himself huh? Cassius Corleone is a man who was brought up in his pampered lifestyle by his prissy parents to believe the almighty dollar ruled the earth and just because he had a lot of it for his entire existence in this world, it automatically gave him the right to spit in the direction of any and everyone who so much as looks in his direction. Cassius is a damned fool. A man like him, which referring to him as a man is a stretch on its own, was not built for this industry and certainly does not belong in it. I’ve got way more important things in my life to deal with than going out of my way to see him swiftly out of the doors of our business. Knowing what little I actually HAVE figured out about him and what can naturally be expected from people like him, Cassius won’t last long anyways. Most certainly not here in Strong Style Wrestling. Simply because Cassius is not a strong man. Not just physically, but mentally. I mean yes, he looks like his punches would tickle, but it’s much deeper than that. Cassius Corleone appears to me to be the type of man who has no idea what strong will even means. He has no concept of it within his mind. I also hear he picks up quite the nasty temper whenever anything remotely bad happens to his “Pwecious wittle Sakura-Chan”. Oh I am absolutely TERRIFIED of you Cass...gimme a break. I view you literally as a pampered little chihuahua who also doubles as a a damned anklebiter to anyone who dares to say anything against your Owner, whom you also have a bad humping problem with. I think not a single person in the world would have a nasty comment to make towards you if maybe she just got you neutered or something. Speaking of her though, let’s move on to The Misses. The best she could possibly do is insult the dream I had as a little boy which ended up becoming a reality? I claim that I could never become someone who’s name is etched into history and that once my career is finished I’ll just fade into obscurity? That’s just adorable. It truly is. It’s boggles my brain how someone could be so ignorant to the facts that present themselves straight to their own face. You know those three championships I mentioned earlier? Like the one I’m going to retain against a fellow Tres Comas Club member of yours AND the guy who now runs SSW, aka the guy who employs you for? Those have my name etched into them. Effectively I’ve etched my name into history in literally every promotion I have stepped foot in. All I do in this industry is become a legendary figure at this rate. The only ones who are obscure in this tag team contest, just so happen to be the main ones pointing the finger elsewhere. Aka The “One True Pairing”. Nice try kiddos, but instead of puffing out your soft chests and talking big, how about leaving it to the professionals huh?


[[After Nas finishes his intense statements, his son Brady runs into the room with two baseball gloves and a baseball in his hands.]]

Brady Moore: DAD!

CM Nas: Yes son?

Brady Moore: Are you done yet? I wanna go play catch!

CM Nas: Where’s your sister?

Brady Moore: Maya’s napping. NOW COME ON!

CM Nas: Alright Alright. Don’t flip out on me haha. Give Dad his glove and let’s go.

Brady Moore: YES!

Rick Walton: B-But Nas...what about your Hardcore Havoc match with Miltiades and Se-

CM Nas: I’ll deal with them later, right now is Catch time with my little boy! OH! And I almost forgot...


[[As Nasir and Brady high five, then both bolt out of the room, Rick is left alone blinking his eyes at how sudden Nas’ demeanor could change as the camera fades to black.]]
on May 11th 2018, 8:23 pmSaul Omen
The Song of Saul Omen: Chapter VII

[The shining light of a bright sun casts its brilliant shine through the stained glass windows that have been crafted in the halls of the church that this moment in time creates. The shining light intertwines and mingles with the dancing shadows that are inside of the church, kept at bay with the lit wick of the blood-red candles that surround the pulpit of the church, as in the middle of it all stands is the man that has been pronounced as a disciple for Death itself. Saul Omen. Dressed in the suit of midnight cloth, he looks out towards the light of the world that peers into the church, but only for his nature to return his attention back into the darkness to where he stands at the pulpit to where the bridge between the light and darkness has been made.]

Saul Omen: Love is an emotion that every soul desires to have within their life, but I have become curious as to why this fleeting emotion has become so coveted from man. We live an existence of transient desire that never becomes complete within this world. In one moment, we desire the wealth of the world to make sure that our lives remain secure for us and our future generation that we have spawned into this vicious world of ours. Another time, we desire success in our ventures to be fulfilled and give our life a sense of purpose before the deity that rules over all gives us his greeting. However, one desire has left me puzzled for the simple fact that it's a paradox of itself. You spend your brief time on this planet to search for a person to stand beside you through the struggles and hardships of life, to have their affection and for them to have yours, to be able to have the companionship between one another that you couldn’t have with another soul in this world. However, one of the few realities of this unforgiving journey of life we have been wrought into snatches one of you away… Death. He claims one of you to join him into the black Stygian void of creation that we all return into, leaving the other to simply remain in this existence without that warm embrace that they shared, left to his own mind to run through the memories of the past like a scratched record that keeps echoing that same tune you just can’t shake from your mind. What happens to the person that stays behind in this existence to where with each step further into this world, they become more broken and bitter from the lack of their partner standing by their side? People want to say that love conquers all, that love is the emotion that stands the test of time, but I can assure that love doesn’t rule over this world. Death does. In the end, Death is the only entity that stands victorious at the end with his collection of souls that are left into the darkness to sleep in their eternal dreamless slumber. People would rather become ignorant and look towards the light to shield themselves from the harsh truths that slap them in the face, but I choose to embrace the dark in this life to where I know that the companionship and love shared by this… One True Pairing… it will also be what shatters them in the end. Why? One of them will pass before the other and with the sole survivor of this relationship between the both of them left with the tragic memories plaguing their mind, they shall become broken and shattered underneath the pressure of the loss that has happened to them. Sure, they shall continue through their stroll of life as if nothing happened, but the trauma remains. Every object would remind you of their face, a song to remind you of their voice, a smell to remind them of a moment in time where you were… happy. Each moment takes a piece of your soul with you to where at the end of it all, you’re asking and pleading for Death to allow you to join your companion into the void of existence, you shall be denied.

[Saul Omen laughs at the final statement that he has made before he walks around towards the darkness to where he makes his turn back towards the bridge between the light of the sun and the darkness of the shadows of the church.]

Saul Omen: Cassius and Sakura Corleone, what a sight the both of you are. Inside of my dark heart, you might have a beat of passion for what the two of you might have, but that instant reminder like a bolt of lightning hits me to remind me of the tragic fate that awaits you both. You might desire to compare me to the beasts of the world, dogs that shall bend to your will on the command that you call upon them, a cute metaphor that you have crafted into existence. I find it amusing that you find yourself to be the master of your own fate when you have decide that your fate will be one of you left heartbroken and lovelorn due to the loss of the other. The simple reality of the world is that every soul meets Death, taken in his cold embrace to be swept away into the void, never to return to comfort you again. You might want to believe that your love will be eternal, but let’s look towards the truth that has been made from the couples that are left without the other standing before them. A number of souls that experience this fate are left traumatized to the point where their entire existence changes in the snap of their fingers, their mind shattered to where it can’t even form the simplest thoughts without a memory of that lost soul they cherished gone from their possession, and a depression that takes over upon them to where it naturally leaves their lives into shambles until Death finally relieves them of the torturous existence they have become afflicted with. This is the fate that you have chosen and yet when you look at me, you see me as nothing but a beast. A man cursed with insanity that sits upon his pulpit with the ramblings of madness, speaking towards the people with his edgy commentary upon life and his belief, to where it wouldn’t be shocking to where some disturbing ritualistic ceremony would be the end of his journey here in Strong Style Wrestling. As much as I find that to be insulting, it can’t be helped. The two of you look through this world through rose-colored glasses, seeing the splendor and joy that it has to offer towards you and nothing else, but what I see is the darkness that has been ignored. What I see is the bleak future that has been created by the same personalities through eons since the world’s creation, gifted upon me by the deity known as Death, with the knowledge to know what this world cradles within it. There’s no true everlasting happiness, there is no paradisiacal comfort that can be given to you in this world, there is only the device that creates our ignorant bliss that keeps us blind to the harsh reality that will send us crashing down into a ruination of our own creation. This One True Pairing that you have created is the device of your ignorant bliss, surrounding yourself with the company of one another to forget the notion that one of you will be without the other at the end of it all. One of you will live without the other standing by their side to where it will shatter your foundation more than anything else in this world could do to you. However, let me ease the burden on both of you, for I shall deliver a gift to you when we meet.

[Saul Omen places his hand on his heart and bows before them to where he looks up with a smile on his face that looks more sinister than genuine with compassion that he might be leading on.]

Saul Omen: Cassius and Sakura Corleone, as a simple beast that shall join a man of riches by his side to take upon the pair of lovebirds, I shall honor you with gifts to which no other has received from me. With this gift, I shall ease the burden that you will have to take with this pairing between the two of you. How shall that be might be the question that you will ask? Simple… I shall let you experience the loss of your partner through my own hands. I’ve been debating on whether that person would be the strong and determined Cassius or the stunning idol of Sakura, but I shall personally take this task of letting one of you experience the true pain and loss that comes from the destruction of your partner. This shall ease that burden so when Death does finally take one of you by the wings, this experience will be the moment that you will recall back upon. It won’t be the precious memories that you will share that will haunt your every waking moment to madden you into insanity, it won’t be the echoed words that would traumatize you to the point of no return, but it will be one of you forced to watch the other be brutalized and victimized at the hand of another to the point where it will look like they are about to meet the creator that sent them to this plain of existence… and then mercy shall be gifted to them. You will be able to rush towards them with open arms to cradle them, to whisper into their ear that they will be fine, and continue through your life like nothing ever happened. All of this to make sure that you will be prepared for what is to come at the end of your journey, but I don’t need your gratitude. In fact, you’ll probably despise me for the actions that I shall do in this match to where I might not be invited the anniversary dinners or the Christmas gatherings that you might have. However, this is a moment to where you need to remember the words that I want echoed through your mind. I want these words to be the last words that you hear when you look into your lover’s eyes when the last flicker of their soul leaves their body, I want these words to remain seared into your mind to where in the days without them, you will smile and move forward from it. These words will be what keep you moving, these words are a testament to the very faith that I have to where it makes this world that we live in bearable, and those words are the mantra that I live for.

[Saul Omen walks towards the doors of the church to where he shakes his black coat before looking behind him upon his exit.]

Saul Omen: Memento Mori.
on May 11th 2018, 2:11 pmThe One True Pairing

Los Angeles, California

❤Cash is shown with a look of disdain upon his face as he looks outside from a large glass panel of he and Sakura’s mansion. He places his hands within the pockets of his expensive suit as something has visibly caught his eye❤

Cash: She named him “Karu”. A long, long time ago.

❤A dog is heard barking loudly just outside the mansion as Cash grows visibly more annoyed❤

Cash: Honey! He’s back...

❤Sakura is shown in a light pink dress designed with cherry blossoms on it to match her hair and name as she continues getting ready, rushing towards where Cash remains standing❤

Sakura: Oh damn it! You stupid dog!

❤Sakura starts smacking the glass panel hard with a look of anger as the barking continues❤

Sakura: Stupid dog! I swear to God if he doesn’t stop, I’ll--

❤Cash puts his hands on Sakura’s shoulders, turning her to him and kissing her to calm her down❤

Cash: Now, now, my Cherry Blossom, you know we’ve got a plane to catch. He isn’t worth your time.

❤Sakura sighs and nods, kissing Cash again❤

Sakura: I suppose you’re right, my love. I’ll leave it to my Cassius.

❤Sakura continues getting ready as Cash directs his attention back to the dog that remains barking in their front yard❤

Cash: Once upon a time, it belonged to her. Dogs are cute, I guess. Usually, anyway. Not this one. This one didn’t know how to behave. He didn’t know how to treat my girl. He would bite and bark and growl, and Sakura - she gave him nothing but infinite patience. More than he ever deserved. He would never listen to her and cause her nothing but trouble, and yet still pleaded for her attention. Just like right now.

❤Cash steps closer to the glass panel, looking down at the barking dog❤

Cash: Little fucking ingrate. He never deserved her love. He never deserved anything but what he’s got right now - standing from afar and just barking in the dark. She knew there’s only two things that matter in the World, and that’s Cassius and Sakura Corleone. She dropped him, and yet he still comes around every once in a while, barking away like this. It’s pathetic. It’s not anger that drives him, I know that. What it is, is the realization that he’ll never have her again. But that’s just the life of a dog. You should be grateful for anything you ever got. That mutt should be thankful he had her for as long as he did. He should be happy he had a home to sleep in, food in his belly, and water in his bowl, because that’s as good as it got and as good as it’ll ever have been for him. The dogs of the World like Karu get to drive themselves insane barking and barking in the dark every night until they wither away and day on the street. He was a proud little shit that overreached his boundaries and paid for it - just like they all do. Sooner or later, the proud decide they deserve better and decide to take on the crown.

❤Cash chuckles❤

Cash: You know how that story ends. It ends with them living on the streets, cursing away at the ones that punished them for what they did. A dog should know his or her place, no matter what. Don’t go fooling yourselves into believing the World is fair, because it ain’t. It’s a cruel, corrupt, horrible place that favors only the fortunate, and Sakura and I - we’re the fortunate ones. We were brought into this World with money and power to do whatever we please, and we do exactly that. Fate brought us together because we believe the World needs us to be the ones to put down the dogs who don’t stick to the script they were given when they were pulled out of whatever whore gave them life. Word to the wise: if life dealt you a shitty hand, don’t be so quick to play every card ya got regardless of the inevitable. This ain’t your little fucking kid’s card game shows where you just have to believe in yourself enough to make it all happen! There ain’t a hope and a miracle waiting somewhere deep down in the zero hour of your personal heroic story for when you need it most to overcome the big bads! Wake up and get a fuckin’ clue, boys - odds are, your life won’t amount to shit. Odds are, you’ll be the one washing my car. Odds are, you’ll be the dog barking outside my window!

❤Cash suddenly kicks the glass panel as hard as he can, silencing the dog. The dog remains silent, sitting down and looking up at a disgusted Cash❤

Sakura: Aww, look, Cassius! You got him to shut up!

❤Sakura swoops in, stealing a kiss on Cash’s cheek before resting her head on his shoulder❤

Sakura: You know, if a couple more decide to show up, we could always name them Nas and Saul! Wouldn’t that be perfect?

❤Cash turns to Sakura, grabbing her hands❤

Cash: It would be absolutely perfect. Just like you.

Sakura: Aww, stop it! You’re making me blush!

❤Cash pulls Sakura to him, holding her as they both look out the panel, staring down at the silenced dog that remains seated in their front yard❤

Cash: You’re absolutely right, my Cherry Blossom. They’re just a couple of dogs - no different from the one down there. And you know what? Those two dogs are treading all over our beautiful new yard.

Sakura: YES! What should we do, my Cassius? Oh! Can we skin them? Can we, can we, can we?!

Cash: Oh I think there’s lots we could do. We could just buy this company and make them watch from the outside while we do whatever we want in it. We could probably even pay them off and make them turn on each other. You know what I love most about having all this money and power?

Sakura: What’s that, my love?

Cash: I think it’s that… At any time - ANY time at all… We could just so easily go down there, and kill that dog. It would be so easy. All we’d have to do is go out there and it wouldn’t take hardly any effort to cave his puppy dog skull in, and nobody would stop us. Nobody would even notice. Nobody stops and weeps for a dog. Nobody mourns for the dogs of the World. Nobody cares when it all comes down to it. We could kill him and not a single thing would change. If anything, we’d get praised for doing everyone a favor. Nobody wants an annoying little fucking mutt barking and causing trouble for them.

Sakura: I LOVE it when you talk like that! Let’s do it!

❤Sakura starts to make her way towards a nearby door, pulling Cash along by his hand. Cash pulls her back, kissing her❤

Cash: Now, now… Come now, Sakura. You know what’s better than doing that?

Sakura: What is it, my love?

Cash: …. Not doing it. Knowing that we always could, but never really doing it. That’s power. That’s control. We are the strong, my love. We are the fortunate ones that thrive in this kill-or-be-killed World, and we don’t need to waste our time icing any mongrels that step in our way, because they simply aren’t worth our time or our effort. Look at him for Christsakes…

❤Cash and Sakura look back at the dog❤

Cash: He doesn’t even have a leash keeping him here. You know why? Because he’s got one of his own. One embedded right there in his teeny tiny little brain - a leash that binds him to his pathetic fucking lifestyle. One that compels him to make the wrong decision at every turn and fail every chance he’s ever been given in life. Saul Omen and CM Nas aren’t any different. They ARE that dog. They’re every single dog that’s ever walked the streets, barking in the dark. They open their mouths and we silence them. We make them submissive to their superiors, and they sit and watch and obey. Saul Omen and CM Nas… You know what?

❤Cash snaps his fingers as someone nearby hands he and Sakura glasses before filling them with champagne❤

Cash: Sakura, I propose a toast! A toast to Saul Omen! A dog that lives in darkness, and rightfully so. The World thanks him for rarely having to look at him, and he should be right at home when he opens his mouth and spews his edgy little horseshit sermon to his audience of nothingness! And to CM Nas, the “Championship Hoarder” - a dog with gold from all over the globe, and yet not a single one from any that matter! I could own a collection of shitty little cheap watches and there wouldn’t be a single cent of value to them if there weren’t a Rolex among them, and that just about sums it up, doesn’t it? They value their darkness, and they value their meaningless trinkets, and yet, they do it all right there on our Goddamn front lawn for the World to see! The only thing they should value is the fact that we allow them to continue breathing! Their very existence is an insult to everything the One True Couple stands for, and all we have to do is step inside that ring and end their lives, and it would all be SO easy… But we won’t. We’ll beat them, and we’ll move on, and they can die on the streets with the rest of the hounds when they’ve wasted the rest of their meaningless lives pursuing the Corleones after bowing down to those with fortune on their sides! A TOAST! A TOAST TO THE DOGS OF THE WORLD!

Sakura: May their ends be slow and painful!

Cash: Amen! But make no mistake, we’re competitors, and we wish our dear opponents the best of luck…

❤Cash and Sakura both turn to the camera with fake smiles upon their faces❤

Cash: Gentlemen…

❤Cash and Sakura raise their glasses of champagne❤

Cash: Suck my dick.

❤Cash and Sakura simultaneously down their champagne before throwing the glasses to the floor, shattering them❤

Cash & Sakura: AAHHHHHH!!!!

❤Cash and Sakura do their own version of a Maori War Dance, facing one another with over the top facial expressions as they scream at the top of their lungs❤




Sakura: One of you idiots holding a camera can drive, I’ve had like 5 of those today!

Cash: And I’ve had 7! One of you clean up this fucking glass too! One True Pairing OUT!

❤Sakura and Cash start to take their leave, but Cash stops one of the men walking over to clean up the shattered glass❤

Cash: Oh and…

❤Cash looks out the glass panel, where the dog remains sitting in the front yard❤

Cash: Take care of that. We sure as shit won’t take the effort to snap that thing’s neck, but you will. I expect to have a new fur rug for my Sakura when we get back to celebrate our victory.

Sakura: Aww! You spoil me so much, my Cassius!

Cash: Anything for you, my Cherry Blossom.

❤Sakura and Cash kiss before marching off, chanting “ONE-TRUE-PAIRING! ONE-TRUE-PAIRING! ONE-TRUE-PAIRING!” as the camera fades to black❤

on May 10th 2018, 9:29 pmThe One True Pairing

 ❤️ What do you value the most? Money? Fame? Career? Power? Family? Your siginificant other? Most people search their lives and sacrifice everything just to find their happiness, but not Sakura. Sakura is at her happiest every waking moment that she is with Cassius. Sakura always looks at him with spark in her eyes as she sits on a chair not far from him. This was one of her favorite activities -- staring at him and watching him smile as he prepares for the night. Cassius was not just her husband, or her boyfriend, or her tag team partner. To her, Cassius was her soulmate, the kind people spend most of their lives searching for, but she was lucky enough to find the moment she laid eyes on him at the age of 10. Over fifteen years of knowing each other and she still can't spend a single second away from him. He was her drug. Call it crazy, cute or obsessed, but that's how she always was. Sakura was hopelessly attached. ❤️

❤️ For love is a gift, and like every gift, she cherished it. ❤️

❤️ Sakura gets up from her chair and walks towards Cassius at a fast pace. He was in front of the mirror still deciding on whether he should put his hair in spikes or leave it down. Sakura gently places her arm around him, holding him to a tight embrace, and he looks at her from her reflection. ❤️

Cassius Corleone: What do you think, my Love? Up or down?

Sakura Corleone: Oh, you know how I feel about this! Any style of hair looks amazing on you, Cash!

❤️ Cassius kisses her forehead over that response, though Cassius already knew what kind of answer he was getting from his super cute wife. He looks at Sakura from her reflection, wearing one of Cassius' old Football Jersey while she is barefoot and has nothing underneath. It's amazing to think that someone who is raised as a "rich girl" is still down-to-earth and lives by the words "Simplicity is Beauty". Sakura didn't need a lot of fluff to look pretty, which is one of many things that made her special.❤️

Cassius Corleone: Don't you have to get ready?

Sakura Corleone: Do I?

Cassius Corleone: I think you do. Tonight's the night, remember?

❤️ Sakura's eyes widened as she realize that Cassius was right. Tonight was the night. ❤️

Sakura Corleone: OH! You mean our match!

Cassius Corleone: Of course, Sakura. The Private Jet is ready and all we have to do is go out there and have some fun. It's a very special night. It's the night we get to put our foot forward and eliminate two unlucky dirtbags from existing in Strong Style Wrestling!

Sakura Corleone: My Cassius, it's the first night we come to the ring and butcher two others and everything they stand for... by ourselves... without any extra weight on our shoulders that put One True Pairing to shame by standing beside us with the way we had to carry them throughout the match!

Cassius Corleone: I get to hold someone and you punch them in the gut... You get to shove the other guy to my direction and I boot their face. Can you just imagine it?

Sakura Corleone: It's ... It's...

Cassius and Sakura: Our Date Night!

❤️ Cassius and Sakura smile at each other, before sharing a kiss. ❤️

Sakura Corleone: Oh, Cassius. I'm so excited! I can already feel it! The stars are already lining up above us and we are destined to win this match! Who are we facing anyway? A poorly dressed anti-christ?

Cassius Corleone: Yes, and a fidgeting manchild with a pepsi tattoo on his arm.

Sakura Corleone: ARE YOU SERIOUS? AND THEY'RE ACTUALLY A TEAM SCHEDULED TO FACE US? This is an insult to me, to you and to the spirit of tag team competition! It bums me out that these two have the nerve to call themselves partners and actually believe they could work effectively once in the ring against Sakura and Cash when they have absolutely NOTHING in common! I bet these two have not even kissed! I bet they haven't had kinky roleplays in bed and... You know what, I'm done. I'm not doing this match...

❤️ Sakura pulls away from Cassius' arms, but Cassius grabs her hand and pulls her back next to him. ❤️

Cassius Corleone: Oh, don't kid yourself. You know you're not done. You're too violent to pass up an opportunity to make fools out of this sorry excuse for a team.

Sakura Corleone: Cassius, you are the love of my life and my whole world! You know me too damn well! But you know I'm right when I say that this is PROOF that SSW is not ready for the One True Pairing, why NO ONE is ready for the One True Pairing. Look at us, and then look at them. We are trained and bred for wrestling! Our families are world class performers in the ring and we followed that same path that led us to stardom because we had the resources and the power to do it! Violence and brutality is nothing but a hobby to us because our real thirst is not only winning but also ensuring that those who face us will never want to be in that same scary situation again! You and I are perfect for each other, Cassius, but too perfect for the rest of this world and this is why they can never be as amazing as we are. They are peasants that are beneath us, and none of them matter enough to be remembered. Take a look at this asshole CM Nas for example. Do you know who he is? Besides the stupid tattoos?

❤️ Cassius Corleone took a moment to think.❤️

Cassius Corleone: I can't say I do, Sakura.

❤️ Sakura holds up a peace sign and smiles.❤️

Sakura Corleone: It's okay, Cash. No one does.

Cassius Corleone: I figured.

Sakura Corleone: The dude watched Wrestling when he was a kid and became obsessed with it! He may have also squandered what little money his parents made working overtime just to get ringside tickets. I mean, big congratulations to him following his passion, but just because you are a fanatic doesn't make you "The Best". It only makes you a fan, a replaceable image just like every other fan who turned into actual wrestlers but never had the natural talent to become a name etched is someone remarkable and unforgettable. And Saul Omen? Don't get me started with that creep! I thought for sure he only looked at me funny, but it seems like it's just how he naturally looks at people! It wouldn't surprise me if he got fired one of these days for sexual harrassment because he kept trying to randomly sniff men and women's hair as part of his sacred tradition in his stupid religion! What the hell is the matter with that guy? People tend to think that it's completely normal to just slap two or three people together and form a team when all they're doing so far is set up target practices for the ONE TRUE PAIRING! WELL GOOD LUCK TO THEM! THEY WANT TO ACT LIKE THEY CAN WALK OVER ONE TRUE PAIRING? THEYRE LUCKY TO EVEN STILL HAVE THE ABILITY WALK AFTER WHAT WE DO TO THEM IN THIS MATCH! WHO THE HELL NEEDS THEM?

Cassius Corleone: Glad to see my Sakura so hyped up!

Sakura Corleone: Why, of course, my love! Only One True Pairing matters to me! The rest of them can buzz and mumble under their breath on what they believe we are and what we stand for, but OUR world is far too big to even notice them. People may think that they have a solid team, or that they love their husband or wives... WE are still the team, the pairing, the couple -- everything they hope they can be! You're so perfect, Cash. I will fight with you and for you with everything I have, and I will do everything I can to make sure we win! I will do all I can to make you happy!

❤️ Sakura kisses Cash one more time on the cheek. ❤️

Cassius Corleone: That's my girl. Now go get ready, we have a lot planned for tonight!

Sakura Corleone: Yes, my love!

❤️ Sakura says the words with a cheery smile on her face as she walks to another side of the room to get her things. Knowing she is with Cash makes her fighting spirit rise. She has everything in this world that she ever wanted, yet the only one she truly needs is her husband. Because of him, she is ready to face the world. Sakura's love for Cassius was not just a gift that she cherished. It's her goddamn life supply, and she refuses to let anyone else take it away. ❤️
on May 9th 2018, 11:42 pmJaydayne Pendragon
⚔️In the dark and before a swiftly running clock dial, a silhouette of a being on one knee is shown going through age progression, as many different apparels from across cultures is adorned by the growing figure.⚔️

A tale as old of time, a practice performed across the globe.

You would think after all that has occurred for all this time and in so many places, people would become more comfortable with humbling themselves before those they seek guidance from and pay their respects. These people deserving of such have gone by many names, be it masters, sensei, lords, elders, and any number of titles, that is because great people throughout various walks of life through the ages have cherished getting counsel from such people in order to BECOME great in the first place. It goes without saying, with my dual heritage with the samurai of East and the knights of the West, the man that stands as leader of Shoot Nation didn’t get here without paying his due absorbing the counsel of those before who were great before him and humbling himself before them. Yes, to get where I am now, I have bowed to many elders to learn the way of the world in the proper way, to become a disciplined fighter with his skills and knowledge honed by the very wisest.

Today I STAND before such an elder, a legend in the flesh, and I’d be lying if I said my heart did not waver for a split moment when put in a battle against a man I have looked to for advice during my leadership and the continual building of Shoot Nation through these harsh times we’re living in. I know, our enemies are watching this very closely with sharp glee eyes, sharp in order to see any faults if cracks are made into the foundation of Shoot Nation as an alliance with the two highest ranked members fighting, and gleeful to just see us trade shots at one another instead of waging our war upon them. Even our biggest supporters fall into the habit of being enticed by the age-old tale of a student taking on the master, they cheer on to see another addition added into this storied history of younglings battling their elders to prove themselves and see if the student has surpassed the teacher. I almost fall into old habits myself.

⚔️The silhouette changes to a younger version of Jaydayne Pendragon, without mask and without paint on his face, on his knee, as he turns his head up.⚔️

There were many nights I spent on my knee before my masters, one could say it was my entire childhood. Some nights were better than others, all of them nights that forged my heart and body of steel, likened to that of a fine blade’s. One night in particular was special, and why my wavering heart was put instantly back on course now and on any other night…

It was the greatest day on my knee before another living being, and it also was the last. For once I rose and received the blessing I always longed for, I was a boy no longer.

⚔️Pendragon on his knee reveals a wedding ring, and the soft silhouette of Renee accepts and lifts him up before her.⚔️

She’s the highest counsel when I need to sort life out, my truest master who I share everything with. Kawada-sama…I told her all about how numerous men, both the most wicked and the most honoured, had to be warned by you to brace themselves for your might that has vanquished countless foes. She told me that anyone facing the man about to be her husband one day should be focused more on gritting his on teeth, and that I’d better make that clear. I don’t want to learn what happens if I refuse to go according to her command.

So Kawada-sama, my mentor and my friend, let’s see you grit those teeth!

See you and I share many of the same values and outlook, we both fight for what is right, we both have been forced to watch this company be sullied by the unworthy, and tirelessly we fight to get out of this hell we’ve been stuck in to reach heaven! We both even have high hopes in this new shift in Shoot Nation as things are starting to go our way around here, and our members are showing the heart that merits them to be our allies. What I have to add on top of that is the fact that I have a building family to motivate me in what I do. You’re upset that you’re the first person they robbed big time, I’m here contending with the fact that when they steal from me they steal from my family and impede the ability I have to pay for my step brother’s illness, that’s what it means when they cost me the monetary benefits that come with being champion. As for the social costs, how can I see this world as a whole fit enough to bring new life into some day as a parent believing society improves, if today as a man this world of wrestling alone isn’t a world I can change for the better with full leadership of Shoot Nation and countless hours of training? I would even go as far as to say this is likely part of our slight divide in justice, we both believe in justice, and we both share aspects of both sides of these leanings, but you seem to represent leaning to a more of a retribution justice whilst I focus more on leaning towards a preventive justice. We cannot continue to allow these forces against us to think they can carry on their despicable ways, they must learn what it’s like to have the red strife waged upon them! They must know that if they cross the line, someone will always be there to cut them down! I’m not happy it’s you, but since the fiends have poisoned the roots of this company, I must showcase through beating a legend in this business that new life can overcome what is already there, like the progress of the cutting edge putting an end to the cycle of oppression and tyranny from the dark ages!

A tale as old of time, the arc of time bends towards justice.

on May 9th 2018, 8:04 pmMasanori Kawada

Versus Jaydane Pendragon; Heaven’s Arena Tournament Semi-Final.
Entry: 1 -- Word Count: 1,010

"Sometimes, the biggest obstacles that stand in our way are the people who stand beside us -- our greatest rivals can come from our greatest of allies." That alone should fill everyone in who the Everlasting Hero is talking about. This week has provided an opportunity like no other in recent weeks and it's an opportunity Kawada plans to make the most of, regardless of what happens. He paces around the small corridor he stands in, the dead-end hallway offering him somewhere to go without being disturbed by anyone. It's been some time since he has had time by himself to think and he doesn't plan to let that go to waste. "Shoot Nation has gone through many ordeals since the formation of the faction. We've had defections, attacks, championship glory stolen from underneath our very noses. But we have never been at odds. We've never had animosity towards one another and to this very day, we still don't. We have had friendly exhibitions against our fellow stablemates during the tours, but never has it caused in-fighting within the faction. This, however, is no friendly exhibition match." Kawada pauses for a brief second before picking up where he left off. "We've seen quite a number of names come and go from Shoot Nation but there have always been the two constants. Jaydane Pendragon and myself. Despite the issues we've had with The Phantom Troupe since day one of this promotion, despite the hiatus, Jaydane and I have stood with Shoot Nation since day one and never even considered abandoning it. We have bled red and white since the inception and I am sure we will both bleed red and white until the bitter end. What that says about us is that we are strong. We have wills of steel that hasn't bent regardless of the ever-mounting pressure. For that, I respect Jaydane. I was quizzical at first to call the man a leader, much less my leader, yet he has taken the lead of this faction and has stuck it out through the thick and the thin. Now, I know he is a fit leader for the Shoot Nation." Kawada cracks a smile on his face, nodding with a realisation.  "I guess, in a way, this is a justice. Since the very beginning, I have always acted like a leader for this group. I have always worked towards being a strong leader for this group, despite not holding the official title of leader. I have always been a soldier that has waved the flag high and led people into this war that we find ourselves in, and I do it because I want this group to succeed. Look at the events that have damaged the name value of this faction. Look at the championship we have lost in the midst of this war against the Phantom Troupe, both the Heritage and Puroresu Heavyweight Championship, stolen away from not just us as individuals, but us as a collective. And I have fought with heart and soul to try and recapture some of the respect we lost due to those events, and fought with tooth and nail to get this faction back towards the gold we were deprived of so that we can have the championship glory we are long overdue." There was a deep feeling of passion behind his words as if it were coming straight from the heart. He raises a finger to the lens before once again continuing. "But I don't oppose you as a leader, Jaydane. I don't wish to usurp you from that role. But I do oppose you because I believe this faction DESERVES better than what we have been dealt the past few months and, if I have any say in anything when it comes to the Shoot Nation, it's that we only send our best when we fight for this faction. The fact that three of us are in the semi-finals and that we are guaranteed that one of us is moving on to the finals, that's a positive step in the right direction. But If we want to bring back the credibility that was stolen from our name, the redemption for the months of hardships, the championship glory that we fought so hard to only have pulled out from under us and, at this present time, the Heaven's Arena Cup, nothing less than our strongest fighter can advance and be the one to achieve that. And with all due respect Jaydane, I plan to be Shoot Nations strongest. No, I MUST be the strongest when you and I oppose each other. This all started with me months back and I have to right the wrongs that originally put us in this spot. That is the justice that I must do for the Shoot Nation, even against it's leader." Kawada looks down towards the center of his shirt, the Shoot Nation logo proudly dawning his chest. He slaps his chest over the logo, close to where his heart would be. "So, you will be getting my best. You deserve nothing less than my best. And I want nothing less than your best if you really want to advance yourself because it will take nothing less than your best to put me down. I have grown to think very highly of you, I have even grown to the point where I do consider you a dear friend. But great friends also make for the greatest rivals, the greatest force that pushes you to become better, even if it's to be better than the other. When that bell rings, there will be no pleasentries, there will be no pulled punches, you will have to oppose the most powerful moves I can muster. But once that bell rings again, you will know I have nothing less than complete respect for you and that it was an honor to fight you for the right to represent us in the finals. As the old adage goes, may the best man win."

"Until then, though -- Jaydane Pendragon -- my friend..."
on May 9th 2018, 6:10 pmBelle Kingsley
Well, aren’t I a little bracket destroyer?

I mean, how many people had Belle Kingsley in the semi-finals? By the looks of things, not a single individual. Everyone decided to gloss over me. People took me as another unfortunate wrestler who wasn’t going to make it past the first round, but today, I stand here a match away from making it to the finals of the Heaven’s Cup. The path to victory gets closer and closer. So far, I’ve defeated a Phantom Troupe member in Kerry Keller and a Ronin member in Endeavor and now, I move onto probably the most difficult opponent in my small tenure in Strong Style Wrestling. I move onto the immovable object. A man who is left still standing when representing the Phantom Troupe. The one. The only.

G R O N K.

I have seen the path of domination left by this man. He is the muscle of The Phantom Troupe. He is the man in which people are intimidated by. When people look at the semi-finals, I hear comments like “RIP Belle”. I hear comments like “Gronk is going to dismantle her!” or “Gronk smash” - and I don’t know whether to take that one specific comment literally or not, but it’s like people want the pleasure of having this Thanos looking giant tear me to shreds. There is the pleasure of watching me get destroyed and it’s unbelievable. People in The Phantom Troupe are those people. They get off with watching those around them suffer as they think they’re the only stable that matters around here. What they fail to understand that Gronk is the last Phantom Troupe member standing. I get rid of him and there go Phantom Troupe’s chances of taking the Heavens Cup into their little group. There are three Shoot Nation members standing and I get the feeling that it will be a Shoot Nation finals. At least, maybe this final has a bit of hope. It has hope it can be honorable with no drama or bullshit that lies ahead.

People think that I don’t stand a bloody chance at making it to the finals. I mean, have you seen who I am facing? Personally, I was expecting Chase Vedder to be in the finals. That was who I had my bracket for the finals - which is more destroyed than my March Madness bracket. But, the point that I am making here is that people have their little picks and favorites to win the tournament and who was able to crush all those expectations? Belle Kingsley. That’s who? They can say that I got lucky with my opponents. They can say that my opponents never had the chance, but I still stand here one match away from the finals. I still stand here with a chance to win this freaking tournament and lift that Cup above my head. Gronk has his power and strength to his advantage. My goal is to slow all of that down and move the match to the pace I deem worthy. Gronk is smarter than what he leads on. Most likely, he’ll be looking forward into showing off that power any way he can. To him, I should be nothing like his previous opponents. Just one thing.


Yeah, I’m a woman, but a smarter one that what she wants to lead on sometimes. You Gronk? You may have shown to be a little of an intellectual when cutting your promos; however, I think it is so easy to play with you. No, not like that. I mean, play with you mentality because I am approaching this match underestimated. I am approaching this match with no chance in this world that I am going to advance to the finals. No, it’s already been decided. Belle is not strong enough to defeat Gronk! Well, I am still one of the few that believe that anyone has a chance of advancing to the finals. No one ever thought that I would get as far as I have and I’ll continue to prove them wrong. I am going into this match with all the disadvantage in the world, but I am not going to let the naysayers determine my fate. I am going to prove them wrong. I am going to fight until I cannot anymore and I am going to win.
on May 9th 2018, 11:27 amShinati Mizarki
>>The following was recorded outside of the 'Nakamoto' park in downtown Ginza, where Shinarti was making an appearance to promote his signing with SSW; his *technical* debut on their television broadcast this upcoming week, where he is teaming up with his team mate in the "Shoot Nation" faction, King Tora IV to take on the 'Tres Comas Club' team of Racer Smiles and Jun Nobunaga, where he would take the time out to discuss with the media outlets in attendance his reaction to his 'first' match with the SSW, a loss against Damien Walker on a 'live event'. 

As well as this weeks match; his opinion on the 'Shoot Nation' faction, having had the chance to introduce himself; train with them over the period of the last week. He is attired in a faded grey t-shirt, jet black denim jeans and black casual sneakers. Recording taken from Numi Asakana of local station 'Ginza Live, who also provided the translations to us for this'.<<

On the match with Damien.

> He was just the better man. He went out there and fought with honour; fought with the respect and showed to me that he holds wrestling's best interests at heart, which is what I wanted. It was a learning experience, one that showed me that I still have a long way to go if I want to reach the heights, become the "hero" to the people, a name that everyone can be proud to see, the man who upheld the traditions that I stand for. 

I have nothing but the upmost respect for him and how he conducts himself in the ring, and hope to meet him again in the future --- with a different result obviously. Not the outcome I wanted, but one that has shown me that I need to work harder, that this *isn't* going to be like it was back in the dojo.

On the experience of stepping into the ring for the first time

> It was exhilarating. It was everything that I have dreamt about, just being out there and looking out to the fans. Knowing that soon, they will all know my name; will all know that I am here to uphold everything they stand for, everything that I stand for, having been immersed in this industry ever since I was a child. Looking out at the crowd, the children who were all there, cheering my name and overall just inspiring me to give everything I had to the match, just as it was when I was one of them, when I was one of those in the crowd reminded me that we *all* have dreams. 

Not many of us get the chance to live those out, and I am honoured to be one of the few who has. I hope this can inspire others to keep pursuing their dreams and hopefully, they do can live out the dream I have; step into their own wrestling ring for the first time, because it is something I will *never* forget.

On any advice he was given before the match begun by his team mates.

> Just to go out there and be myself. Don't let the bright lights get to me, and keep in "the zone", as they called it. Just focus on what was in front of me, instead of what was around me; not to get too overwhelmed by the occasion. It's harder than you might think, especially when all you want to so is soak everything in; embrace the fact that you are the one the lights are on, but I couldn't let that get to me. I still needed to realise that I was out there to wrestle, not admire the fact I was staring into the bright lights, doing the thing I have forever loved.

On his thoughts about the upcoming week's tag.

> I don't know either of our opponents, outside of the fact that one of them turned on us to join the Tres Comas club, and threw away his honour. The respect that he had acquired in doing so, choosing instead to be one of those who would rather be cheap and underhanded rather than dignified. They'd rather fight for money and arrogance, rather than respect and honour, which saddens me. Which is a slap in the face to those who look up; admire us as wrestlers. As upholders of wrestling's customs and respect, but it's their choice and nothing we can say will change the way they go about it. Even if it is nothing more than scumbag behaviour. 

TORA on the other hand, is one of the most honourable men in the industry today; somebody who I am proud to be able to have on my side, fighting for the respect this sport deserves. Fighting to uphold traditions and cultures that have been deeply embedded within wrestling, and the custodians that we are trusted to be. By those who came before us, by the fans that come in, wanting to see us be their heroes. Wanting to live vicariously through us. With the spirit that is undying, the desire to make sure that those who disrespect the sport, are cleansed and forced to fall.

On whether or not he believes that he can use this week as a vault towards stardom.

> *laughing* I'm just focused on making sure I walk out with the win, and not about where it leads. I don't want to set myself a path that I cannot follow, especially when I need to be focused and concentrated on making sure that Racer and Jun learn that this sport isn't their own personal plaything. That they cannot disrespect everything that it stands for, and not expect repercussions for their acts. Their disdain for the sport that has given them their livelihood. That Jun learns that you cannot stab people in the back; not expect them to wish to deliver vengeance upon you in the most viscous of manners. 

On Whether he or TORA will be the one to deliver the first part of "revenge" on Jun

> TORA is the one who was spurned more, as I am just new to the faction, so if he wishes for Jun to be his, then I won't stand in his way of doing so. That doesn't mean I'm *not* going to help him; that I will stand by, for if he calls on me to set foot in the ring with Jun, I shall make sure he learns that when you dishonour those you once stood alongside, claiming to fight for the same cause and expect to stand with pride intact. With your body and soul in peace and harmony.

On if he sees himself as Jun's 'replacement', as many have titled him on forums/social media 

> Technically, you could say that I am Jun's replacement, but I don't wish to think of it as that. I think of it as more an alignment based off upholding the same beliefs about what wrestling should be; having the same honour and respect for what this sport provides us with. It's an ideal match, not anything to do with Jun and his actions.

His final words going into the match

> Jun and Racer, this week, you will learn that you aren't just stepping into the ring with two men who wish to uphold honour. That wish to deliver retribution for being spurned, but two men who wish to show just what Shoot nation is about. Just what we can do, when wrestling is the main focus. When it is about stepping between those ropes; fighting to prove that we are everything that wrestling *should* be. Everything that wrestling has been. Last week was an eye-opening moment, but now --- I am ready to provide the honour; the respect that not just SSW deserves, but also our culture. We will stand tall, as both of you fall to your own ego. Your own self-indulgence.

>>The setting ends here, as we fade to black.<<
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