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Falke Halstenberg
on April 28th 2018, 11:59 pmFalke Halstenberg
Heaven's Arena Short Statement: 

*Kerry sits in a room only lit by candles, seated in meditation* 

Kerry: Words mean nothing, action means everything.

*He puts a candle out with his fingers as the feed fades to black*
Aria Jaxon
on April 28th 2018, 11:59 pmAria Jaxon

You know you’ve ascended to pretty lofty heights when people hinge part of their happiness on the idea of you crumbling. That’s the point that not only I as an individual -- as a CHAMPION -- find myself at, but that’s the point that The Phantom Troupe as a unit has reached. Our detractors will dispute us until they’re blue in the face when we say that we’re the only faction in this company that matters, and certainly the one holding all the cards. And yet, right after they attempt to wave off what we say, in the very next breath, you’ll catch the hopefulness bubbling up in their voices as they recount a future where The Phantom Troupe collapses in on itself and the landscape of this company gets a bit That’s what gets them out of bed in the morning. For the rest of them to succeed, we have to be out of the equation. As for now, they’re all just gasping for air -- because the existences they lead are ones where our boots are on their necks. It’s bound to be temporary, right? Or at least that’s what they dream of. “After all,” the likes of Matias Navarro and Andre Virgo will argue, “regimes fall every day and monuments always crumble.” And now, with the rumors abound that there’s a traitor in our midst, they might wanna believe that a Troupe-less future seems more and more guaranteed. But I can assure you, no matter how the events of this next broadcast play out, The Phantom Troupe will continue to stand strong. Take it from the Phantom Queen herself. This will not cripple us. We’ll simply cut out whatever cancer may exist and press on, continuing to run roughshod over this company like we’ve BEEN doing, and the likes of Tres Comas Club will be powerless to stop us. Can the same be said for you and your ranks? Will Tres Comas Club even still be intact when the worst of this little rough patch has passed? Look around, Virgo. You fell ass-first into a title reign because the previous titleholder vanished off the face of the earth, and there’s so much dissension in your ranks that it should be making your head spin. Still, you’ll look me dead in my face and assure me that “Tres Comas Club is fine!” When you say that, who are you tryna convince? Because I don’t hear the unwavering words of a fearless leader. I hear lies that you’re tryna speak into existence. I hear words that completely contradict what we’re seeing. There’s nothing about what’s going on that can be “easily solved”, and honestly, this is what you deserve. You were never ready to take the reigns of your little fake ass Billionaire Boys Club. The damn group should’ve just dissolved after BANG evaporated into the atmosphere, but you were determined to keep it alive -- and that’ll be part of your downfall. This loss will be another drop in the bucket, another problem left for you to solve. Money can’t buy you a win, Andre, and it couldn’t buy you the loyalty of your boys. The loyalty of Matias might’ve actually saved you this week, but y’all can’t count on each other. How are you about to compete with John and I, when we trust each other the way that we do? Your faction is coming apart at the seams. We’ll do our part ripping it apart tomorrow night.

I don’t hold out hope that we won’t cross paths at Supremacy, Matias. Don’t give yourself that much credit; you definitely don’t deserve it. Two weeks ago, I tried to make it painfully apparent to you through words alone that you didn’t deserve a chance at my championship. I said what I could to get it through your thick, pomade-slathered skull that you had no business jumping outta your lane and laying down challenges for titles you could only dream of getting your hands on. When words weren’t doing the trick anymore, I decided to entail more...physical methods of tryna get my point across. And what do you know? I didn’t have to break a perfectly-manicured nail or fluff a single hair outta place. I have no qualms about putting in more work where this tag match is concerned, because while YOU are treating this as nothing more than a warm up for the title match you’re sure that you’ll get, I don’t take my foot off the gas pedal. So while you're dicking around, dreaming of what it'll be like to stain the canvas with my blood, I'll be performing like the champion that I am, showing you once again why you never should've come looking for a fucking problem. 

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Khmoach Sangkat
on April 28th 2018, 11:53 pmKhmoach Sangkat

The rain fell heavy and the streams burst their banks spilling out all over the flood plains. Stranded, precariously placed and cut off from the safety of the high ground, the spider beseeches upon the kindness of the frog:

“Carry me on your back. Ferry me to the other side that I may yet live another day.”

The frog pauses a moment. He knows enough to fear the venom of the spider’s fangs.

“How do I know you will not bite me?” He astutely interrogates.

“If I bite you then we both will drown, better we both shall live.” Comes the reply.

Convinced, the frog obliges and bears the spider’s weight as he pushes off across the waters. They are about halfway across when a burning pain shoots through the frog’s entire body. The spider has bitten him. The frog is paralysed by the venom and now the waters will claim them both. In his dying breath the frog musters the question:

“Why? Why would you do this?”

To which the spider answers:

“It is only my nature.”

Two souls perished in this story but on who’s door is blame to be laid? Most would say the spider, but what a childish way of thinking such moralism leads to. Shall we also blame the tiger for what happens when a man climbs into his cage? Or perhaps the flame should stand trial for scorching the hand that got too close? The simple truth is that some qualities simply cannot be reformed. What the spider did was just nature. It’s what he was born to do. But the frog should have known better. In fact, he DID know better. He had his doubts right from the start but decided to tempt fate anyway. The frog insisted on having this unrealistic expectation that the spider would suppress what comes natural to him and act only as the frog finds desirable. How disgustingly misguided and egocentric. Mankind is quick to moralise but slow to adjust to the facts as they are. There has been a swirl of controversy of late regarding the Phantom Troupe’s actions, meanwhile is any of use ever do stop to ponder the issue the only thing we  really have to say is some version of “What did you expect?”

The Phantom Troupe showed the world exactly what we are on the very first Strong Style Wrestling event itself. We have done nothing to hide our true nature but have put it out on display for everyone to see so that you should all know to be wary. Seemingly time and again now Shoot Nation have proven that they simply are not willing to go to the lengths that we do for victory. And even worse than that… Shoot Nation have refused to learn from their mistakes and to respect what we are and what we do in that ring. Just like in the fable, they know what they should expect from the spider but they choose to tempt fate. Shoot Nation’s lack of guile is their own guilt, not ours. Still, Shoot Nation and it’s irrelevant fans will continue to question us.

Why make ourselves look like paper champions?

Why share the glory?

Why not have a clean catches-catch-can grappling match even when there’s no disqualifications?




It’s only our nature.

I will do now the only kindness that should be expected from The Phantom Troupe by clarifying some of the confusions that the Shoot Nation dogs cannot seem to wrap their heads around. You see, the Phantom Troupe is the spider and we are its legs. Each part together spins the web which catches our prey and which bears the weight of the greater whole as it drives onwards to devour. That is what we are when it comes down to it. We have varying histories and slightly different motivations but when it comes down to it we are really all here to take a bite out of Strong Style Wrestling. This is our stage. The Troupe write the script and play the main parts. The Troupe is the spider AND the web. The Troupe is natural selection par excellence. It is the samsaric cycle of life and death played out in microcosm. Simply put… The Phantom Troupe is EVERYTHING! Strong Style Wrestling… The Omega Wrestling Alliance… All are haunted by our presence. All are caught in our web. And Shoot Nation are more deeply entangled than most. It is not enough to simply compare the instant success that we have had with your dearth. But it is getting boring. You have acted like flies speeding yourselves headlong into our traps, thinking yourselves the heroes even as your resistance is reduced to to a cold dead husk. It is time that Shoot Nation started to truly understand their place in all this. Perhaps it is time to look closer to home when asking the reason why.

One person who really should understand is Vanessa Santiago, the Betrayer. You have seen the monster from the inside. You know how we operate, Santiago. And I know a lot of people are quite excited that your little change of heart may give Shoot Nation the bit of insight and edge they need to fight back. Well sorry to disappoint, but we know you too Santiago, and I have a few home truths to share which might be a bit difficult to swallow. The truth is, Vanessa Santiago was always the weak link. “Una Problema Maldita”. A small problem. Sounds about right. This little bitch has an ego. She had pretensions of being a Dictator, of everybody bowing at her feet but well… most of us don’t like being told what to do, especially not by a little girl with a permanent resting bitch face. Vanessa Santiago was always replaceable and we do not miss her at all now with the likes of Aria Jackson and CM Nas coming into the fold as new limbs.  Though give her what is due, she stuck it out for a few days longer than expected. Said she was going to make us respect her. But that did not last when she became the only member of the Troupe to fail a Title match here. There was still a place fo her, Santiago just didn’t feel like getting with the programme after that. She did not want to play her part for the Troupe so she left the true power in SSW to rule in her personal little Banana Republic. Let her be the half-baked figurehead of the Failed Nation if she likes. She can stand with the rest of them, a small island of resistance in the shadow of our mighty empire.

And what a resistance that is. Standing side by side with guys like King Tora IV. I mean who wouldn’t want to fight alongside a product placement for a children’s anime? I have heard a lot of speculation about the man behind the mask but I don’t get it. Or rather maybe I am the only one who gets it because I think it is obvious who King Tora IV is. Nobody. Somewhere between a Tres Comas act with less financial backing and Masanori Kawada before he grew a spine and looked to prove himself as a heavyweight and his own man. Tora is living proof that Shoot Nation have their own ideals or any pretentions of being a serious dangerous threat. They are just a vehicle for corporate goodwill and selling crap to kids. I get it now. Shoot Nation are SSW mascots. Right?

Well Phantom Troupe are a stable of champions.

That is just our nature.

And mark my words that we will continue to prove that. Shoot Nation will continue to covet what is ours and we will continue to weave our webs and stay one step ahead, snaring them at every turn. I part now on some final words for the man who wishes to challenge me in the future for this Heritage Championship. You call yourself the Apparition. You appear out of nowhere to challenge me during a very solemn moment with my Father and claim to be different to the rest of Shoot Nation. Well it might just be the theatricality but I am intrigued about the soul behind the mask. Is he ghostlike only because he appears where he does not belong? He says he has blood on his hands but is he really any different to any other edgy, irreverent punk that walks into a ring? And what I really want to know, Apparition, is when did you wake up dead? So you came back from retirement… I came back from the killing fields. I walked back from the grave left open for me. And as long as I still have a purpose on this earth, I am bound to remain and haunt this ring as an undying terror

That is the nature of The Phantom Menace.
Jaydayne Pendragon
on April 28th 2018, 11:17 pmJaydayne Pendragon
⚔️At the passing glimpse of the shinning sun, a mutated orchestra rendition of “If Only” by Fiction Plane from Holes plays. There is a hole, but not children looking down it, but instead the picture is of hands reaching from the hole to the skies. One hands closes into a fist, and the camera goes into the darkness to find Pendragon kneeling with his fist up. Pendragon speaks, but at times in the background words can be heard sung by a man and woman.⚔️

Man: “I have wings, but I find them heavy. That is of no use before the scale. I have no feathers, their more like steel, but I can’t prove my mettle for flight when light is judged by the lack of weight in your heart.”

Pendragon: From hell to heaven, my red strife wages on. I’ve been battered, I’ve been bruised, and as I look to the past of my life and Strong Style Wrestling, my heart weighs heavy for the many atrocities that occurred before my eyes. I need not tell the horrors of this world, big and small the world is all too familiar with injustice and tyranny, those things never cease regardless of how far the world progresses. That’s why this is strife, that is why I fight, if all that plagues this world will never give in as the passage of time dwindles their forces..then it only natural that we too who fight for what is right to never give up either, no matter how many corrupt actions are forced down upon us! I wage a red strife, because war is never a pretty existence without troubles, it is mired in anguish and all things man, including woman, must overcome. So as I bleed, I grip my sword firmer than ever before, and in these times where all seems lost I find the drive to fight until the years take me!

Woman: “If only, if only, the dragon sighs. If heaven was found in these skies. As the jackal burns below, melting and laid pronely, the hellhound cries to the sun if only…if only.”

Pendragon: I understand that though I reach for the heavens that this upcoming moment is just a way to keep myself in the air, this match with Atem doesn’t decide who reaches that promised land, it only decides who doesn’t. I understand that even the heavens have been overrun, every place occupied by the demonic Phantom Troupe and greed inspired Tres Comas Club, with the Ronin hanging on to the leftovers not understanding what kind of fight we’re in and how temporary their ownership of what was left would last if we don’t act now. I understand, as ignorant as the Ronin are, one could say they’re still doing better than Shoot Nation. On the surface, I understand that I look like a fool. However to service this land I take it all in stride, even civil rights heroes endured being carried away in shackles and being dehumanized as the world looked down thinking they fought a pointless battle. Yes, I understand many things, that is why I am able to make many sacrifices and take the long path towards salvation. Besides, I’m engaged, I’d get the taste slapped out of my mouth if I allowed myself to be unmanned to get ahead, and I understand even if I was “mummified” and put to the deepest slumber, no man escapes missing his wedding night unscathed, so I’ll save the world from the wasted effort of having my body preserved like ancient Egyptians.

What I do not understand, Atem, are your insane ramblings.

What you do not understand is the symbol of Japan!

You are no son of Ra, not here in the land of the rising sun.

For here, we don’t cast judgements on others by weighing if their hearts are lighter than a feather on a scale! The people of Japan carry a heavy history behind them, a history of redemption and progress a man obsessed with foreign relics like yourself would never understand, and I am the offspring of a Japanese mother. The hafu samurai, SSW’s prodigal son of Japan! To think that a samurai knows not of the sword because of your play on the word Pendragon is folly! Pendragon means supreme leader, no different than pharaoh, I command ink and sword simultaneously! My so called ancient foe, you of all people should know history, it is only in recent times that the concept of pen and sword were separated, in bygone eras it was the nobles who had the riches to learn the ways of both, just as I have! It would seem that your thousands of lives have made you senile. False king and false son, you will know what a dog barking before a dragon’s lair calls for! Once my sword is plunged into your black heart, it will be me left over to write your tale in ink, just as victors have throughout the eons. But sweet pharaoh, if you wish to live life through the Egyptian way, at least do what the songs say, forget what you see through the eyes of man, look at your life Through Heaven’s Eyes….where I will stand, with your scale broken.

⚔️The singing of the man and woman become louder as the camera splits in half and black.⚔️
Masanori Kawada
on April 28th 2018, 11:09 pmMasanori Kawada
SSW Promos - Page 11 BkgsQHu

Versus Tarah Nova; Heaven’s Arena Tournament second round.
Entry: 1 -- Word Count: 1,570

Kawada has never shied away from making his appearances and proclamations public, however, he seems a little more reserved with this weeks comments on his upcoming match. Rather than his usual press-conferences or other media appearances for the company, today he has chosen to rather have his comments leaked through an exclusive through SSW's newly established website. He would not be alone for this release as welcoming us to the scene was none other than Mark Stephens, who was wearing a nice tailored suit, as he normally would. He looked into the camera with a smile as he welcomed each and every one of us to this special sswrestling13.wixsite exclusive video!

"Hello everyone, and welcome to this SSW online exclusive. Tonight, I have been asked to have a sit-down, face-to-face interview with one of the advancing participants in the Heaven's Arena tournament and a man who has been at the center of many controversies thus far in SSW, both prior and following the hiatus. My guest at this time is SSW's Everlasting Hero, Masanori Kawada! Kawada-san, thank you for your time."

Masanori is dressed in a very casual affair this week, dawning a white shirt with the Shoot Nation emblem printed across his chest, a small black microphone clip attached to the neck of said shirt. A very telling feature is the two white strips on his face, no doubt covering the injuries obtained through the heinous attack from CM Nas during their first round encounter in the tournament that yielded less than favorable results for a man of great pride such as Kawada. Though the flesh around the strips were still purple from the initial swelling, it has seemingly gone down and almost fully recovered from the assault. Kawada doesn't seem as cheerful as he usually does but nonetheless is still a professional, bowing his head towards Stephens and attempts to show his gratitude for the last-minute recording session through his broken English. "Thank you."

"First, the elephant in the room. How are you feeling after your first match in the Heaven's Arena Tournament? The match ended in a lot of controversies when CM Nas purposely got himself disqualified with the use of brass knuckles. He kept on the attack after the bell and the last image of that encounter saw you hurt and visibly beaten by yet another member of the Phantom Troupe. Do you care to comment on this?"

Kawada took a sharp and audible breath through his nose, knowing this was a question that was going to be brought up in this interview but had to hold onto these comments for the most part due to the injuries sustained from the beating. He nods his head to himself, mustering up his thoughts and how to word them without coming across as angry or bitter about the situation.

"Nas is a coward. The Phantom Troupe are cowards. The events of the first round were just typical behavior for the unit, and to say that I am surprised such a thing would occur would be a bold-face lie. Why did Nas throw away a chance to fight like a man and earn the potential shot at the Puroresu Heavyweight Championship? I am not blessed with that insight. Nor can I really explain why similar events fell upon Jaydane in his match against Saul Omen, but I can tell you for a fact that if this was a predetermined series of events, John Doe orchestrated the entire ordeal. Nas and Omen did what the Phantom Troupe always does, and that's obliged to the call of their master, a man who tells them to jump and they only ask how high in return. They are not so much of a Brotherhood than they are just a pack of petty thieves who are only out to try and smirch the name of the Shoot Nation and, although I don't like speaking for the rest of my faction members, I will say with certainty that nothing has changed. We are still a proud faction growing by the day and, sooner rather than later, they will taste a humbling defeat at the Shoot Nations hands. There is still one of their members in this tournament, if he manages to advance further in the tournament and, god forbid, finds a way around Belle Kingsley, I can guarantee he will either find Pendragon or myself in the finals. Speaking for myself, this advancing in the tournament is bittersweet with how it came about, but I refuse to let The Phantom Troupe continue to think they have us under their foot. We will turn this negative into a positive when we walk out with the Heaven's Arena Cup and a shot at the Heavyweight Championship in the Shoot Nation. Nas and Omen will get their comeuppance, as will Doe in time."

"My next question concerns your second round match in the tournament coming in tomorrow night's main event. Your opponent is Tarah Nova, a world-renowned pioneer for women's wrestling over in the west, and of course the leader of the Ronin faction. Now, you have an understandably negative insight of Tarah Nova's boyfriend Nas, but have you heard her comments on this match and have you any comments of your own concerning your opponent?"

Kawada nodded. "Hai, yes, I have heard her comments and am well-aware who she is. I want to get my compliments to her character out of the way first. I respect what she has done for how women are perceived as competitors in the west. That is something we are trying to push forward in SSW with female and male competitors breaking boundaries for the sake of forward progression. She may have been the catalyst for that idea, she may not, but if nothing else it was influenced by women like her who broke said boundaries in western territories. On top of that, what she has managed so far since coming to Strong Style Wrestling and taking leadership of the Ronin faction. That in itself has earned some of my respect. To take a, for the want of a better term, misfit faction such as Ronin and not only give them leadership and direction, but also a sense of unity. For the most part, anyway. To have gone as far as winning the Freebird Tag Team Championships for this faction is a commendable feat and she has earned some of my respect for achieving these things." Kawada raises his index finger, a prelude gesture to an inevitable 'but' at the end. "But she is not only a member of a rival faction, but she is my opposition tomorrow night. Respect is one thing, but allowing that respect to play a part in this match is out of the question, especially for what is hanging in the balance. No, this match will be treated like any other -- no less than all my might to defeat Tarah Nova. Shoot Nation has a mission statement, and even such a worthy opponent in Tarah Nova will not stand in the way of that. As for her comments..." Kawada pauses. He notices that Mark Stephens is occasionally nodding to statements being made by Kawada, however, it is clear that he has a very limited understanding of the Japanese language. Kawada tries to translate the next line in English, despite his own limitations in the language, to give Stephens something to react to. "She sounded confident that her boyfriend could have beaten me last week. But through his own actions, I don't think that would have been the case. He was a weak-willed man who couldn't make a decision for himself and refused to fight me like a man. As far as I am concerned, he is not a man. He is a phony and a coward. Nothing more. If Tarah is willing to fight me without cheating, without interference and without disqualifying herself, she is already more of a man than a majority of Phantom Troupe for that alone, her boyfriend included. I do not see her for her gender tomorrow night, I see her as my opponent. If she wants the match of her life, I am obliged to give her that. In the end, simply the better competitor will win. She is a respectable athlete, but I am representing not only myself but a faction who have been screwed over more than any other faction in this company, all due to the Phantom Troupe. We are the only faction yet to have claimed championship glory, and I will do all in my power to ensure that cup and title shot sparks our redemption for the months of hardships. I fight for many tomorrow night, not solely for myself. I may not be the faction leader, but I represent them proudly as if I were one. I will not let them down."

"So, Tarah Nova, Meiyo aru josei"

Oddly, that is not the closing line of this candid, as Kawada looks puzzled at Mark Stephens, who doesn't seem to understand that is the line meaning Kawada was finished. He ponders for a second, not knowing the English word for goodbye, so he imitates a phrase picked up from Tarah Nova to indicate it to Mark as he stands up and removes the mic from his shirt. "Kawada out!" This spontaneous use of humor leaves Mark even more confused as the screen fades to black.
on April 28th 2018, 11:08 pmDEATHMATCH DRUNKARD!
Have you ever stepped inside a fancier place? No, probably not. The insides of a mansion that could easily rival the mansion from the Great Gatsby film is the setting for this video, as the bulky man known as Watari, cutting his usual imposing figure as Masakazu, hands in pockets as always, stands behind Watari as he leans against the wall with a picture frame just peaking into the shot.

"Two weeks ago, Masakazu was given a setback, albeit one very minor in a loss to Greed. Note that I had used the word loss instead of defeat. Because when luck is the key element to your victory, you don't truly defeat a man with as much raw and unbridled potential as Masakazu possesses. These little miracles that beat such men of that calibre are referred to as flukes. But no matter. A setback as a singular loss doesn't change a thing, a thousand losses don't change a thing. The man you see behind me is destined to claim anything and everything a man who has everything can want. As of this moment, Masakazu wants to wash his hands of such a publically unsatisfactory result by getting his hands back on Greed and showing him that the results of two weeks ago was exactly that -- nothing more than a fluke." Watari gestures back to Masakazu, who is his usual stone-faced self, however, his cold glare seems to be piercing the lens of the camera. "Add two more of the Tres Comas Club stepping stones to the mix and Masakazu's temporary loss will be paid back with interest. See, while you chump-changers are fighting amongst yourselves, Masakazu and the rest of the Ronin faction get along fine. They don't ask questions, they simply accept the destiny that awaits Masakazu, and they do their job to ensure that victory comes to this great man. They might not like that they are all pawns to help push the king to victory, but that is who they are whether they like it or not. And in return, they inherit honor bestowed upon them for their assistance of having Masakazu achieve his destiny. They get to go home with stories for their children, to be passed down to their children's children, for generations to come that they were affiliated, not friends, but affiliated with the man that took the wrestling world by storm and painted it in his own image, knowing they were there when Masakazu became everything that is professional wrestling, like an almighty being that deemed something unworthy, cleaning the slate and rebuilding. And they know making an enemy out of such a man would be the biggest mistake one could make if they wanted a fruitful career. And Masakazu gives Ronin that much credit to acknowledge this." Masakazu nods in agreement of the statements being made by Watari, seeming the only input he ever seems to have. "And the Tres Comas Club better fall in line with that also. Be it the all muscles, no brains Racer Smiles. Be it the human footnote Miltiades. Or be it that flash in the pan Greed, or any other member of that faction even towards their defacto leader Andre Virgo, none of them are exempt. This is the harsh reality they live in. There are men who were just born to be better than you, and that man stands before you. That man is Masakazu."

Watari gestures up to the picture that Masakazu is standing next to, a hand-painted masterpiece of Masakazu in a glorious circumstance, crown on his head as he is seated upon a throne of gold, his posture lackadaisical with his elbow and hand used as a fulcrum to suport his head. This is a painting showing that Masakazu doesn't change for glory, but glory will change for him.
on April 28th 2018, 10:00 pmGREED貪欲
I came, I saw, I conquered. This is the cycle that I have been condemned to in my life with the curse that I carry. No matter where I go, what I do, the result itself will remain an inevitability - there sadly just aren’t many people capable of holding a ring with me. My business starts where it ends, be it in the ring or any other venture I set my mind to - because I am efficient, because I have the talent to back up my claims, and because simply put - I have no other choice. There’s no settling, there’s no “next time”. I am forced to live with the mentality of now or never because my greed is not something that can be helped or tamed. The only thing I can do about my greed is satisfy it.

And that justifies the war I’m walking into with our unfit Tres Comas Club leader come Supremacy. Now I could pull off the old “I’m not working with them” bullshit tomorrow at the show or I could be the bigger man - well, not that it won’t be to my benefit - but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to trial out the faction I’m going to have to lead after Supremacy. Not that these are two outstanding members or anything to be proud of but the mediocrity Ronin is bringing to the ring at least compensates for it. TCC definitely needs a major rehaul but I’ll deal with that once I take the reigns.

What I did to Masakazu was to prove a point. What is going to happen at the show tomorrow is going to be a means to an end. If Racer or Militiades are Virgo sympathizers then they will realize exactly why I am better suited to lead this faction. If not, then they will surely be shown the door after Supremacy. Masakazu, the fact that you are nothing more than a discount version of me was proven last week, and if you think your Ronin buddies now being in the mix changes anything, you’re sorely mistaken. Speaking of discount versions, it’s nice to see that John Doe’s mentally disabled cousin Lorem Ipsum has decided to rear his head and debut for SSW. It’s a shame that it just had to be against me. JUDAS II, you say that you’re going to live up to your name but I really fail to see how. The only reason Judas was able to betray Jesus was because he had something to offer Jesus in the first place. As for you, like Masakazu, you will prove to be nothing more than an anchor for Ronin so the only person you’re going to end up betraying is yourself - with the lies inside you telling you that there’s a damn chance in hell you have what it takes to beat GREED. Damien Walker at the very least gave an earnest effort in his Heaven’s Arena match - unfortunately, he suffered the same fate as Masakazu did. He was bested, as he and Ronin will be again tomorrow night.

The mission just begins at Supremacy. Virgo better pray Ronin puts me on the shelf or that Racer or Miltiades decide they just don’t want to have GREED as their leader and take action on it, or else there’s nothing that’s going to stop me at Supremacy, because he already knows he won’t be able to. I’ll do whatever I can to lift this curse and one day… All will belong to GREED.
Jun Nobunaga
on April 28th 2018, 9:30 pmJun Nobunaga
Last week I united with The Apparition to fend off Tres Comas Club’s Matias Navarro and Miltiades! We proved why Shoot Nation is no laughing stock and are truly the fighters of Strong Style Wrestling! And now this week I take on one of my own stablemates, Ash Bouyer. A young man with great potential and a good heart. I can respect who he is now based on where he came from and the experiences he lived through. However that does not mean I will pull any punches from him now. That would be hypocritical as it would make us like Phantom Troupe or Tres Comas Club who abuse their numbers to their advantage and try to get ahead of their opponents by means other than their ability alone. While I do have respect for you as my fellow Shoot Nation member, you do have some personality traits that need to be fixed. You’re a bit on the arrogant side, and while it is perfectly reasonable to be confident in your own abilities, you sometimes get too big headed for your own good Asher. And...I’m sorry but, those boots are atrocious. I’m going to need to kick your face in until you learn that those have got to go. I do sincerely apologize for what I am going to have to do to you my good sir.
CM Nas
on April 28th 2018, 9:05 pmCM Nas
Hello ladies and gents, sorry to keep you waiting, but you can’t rush perfection. You also can not rush a perfectionist such as myself. Most certainly not one who possesses championship gold and reigns atop the entire world of wrestling...LITERALLY! I am a prime member of the most powerful faction in Japan’s greatest federation, I am the Omega Heavyweight Champion...the FIRST CHAMPION CROWNED IN OWA HISTORY! I am also the Azteca De Lucha Heavyweight Champion. And to top it all off, The Proving Ground Wrestling World Champion. Do you lot understand what that even means? I dominate our industry in Japan, America, Mexico, and the United Kingdom! NAME ONE OTHER BEING WALKING THE PLANET EARTH TODAY WHO CAN BOAST SOMETHING SIMILAR?! That is what makes me the Best. I face off in highly competitive matchups against the most talented individuals in every art form of wrestling in the world. From British Mat Grappling, to Lucha Libre, to Puroresu, and good ol’ american storytelling! I can do IT ALL...and I do it all better than anyone else that there is, was, or ever will BE! A mere mortal man could never pull off such a feet, hence why I am a deity. I destroy all competition in my path, which is why I am known worldwide as the God of Destruction! I have literally taken over our business! No one is more recognizable in Pro Wrestling in Spring 2018 than yours truly C! M! NAS! A little two timing Snake by the name of Vanessa Santiago proclaimed that I need a personal hype man backing me up to have any real standing amongst the top tiers here in Strong Style Wrestling. That is real cute, ya know that? I have been in this industry since 2010. Where were you in 2010 missy? Probably a freshman in highschool getting hit on by the same losers who jack off to pictures of you on the internet today. How could Shoot Nation possibly believe in you when you couldn’t even stay loyal to us here in Phantom Troupe? You foolish little worm. If you honestly think I need my good, longtime friend Rick Walton to verbally smack you down for me...then you clearly know nothing and would do best stepping out of the ring and being a valet instead. You’ve got all the right qualifications for that role to be fair. When I say I am the best. I mean the best at EVERYTHING THAT ENCOMPASSES THIS WORLD WE LIVE IN! THE BEST TALKER, THE BEST MAT WRESTLER, THE BEST STRIKER, THE BEST HIGH FLYER, EVEN AT 222 POUNDS THE BEST POWER GUY! I AM EVERYTHING THAT IS RIGHT ABOUT PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING MODERN DAY! Meanwhile you’re just another pretty face who will fade into obscurity just as quickly as your looks will. I’m going to teach you how all of this works and cut you down to size in a matter of moments. So get your pen and paper out young lady, because class is in session! All you are at your core is a Young Girl who couldn’t help that Phantom Troupe evolved passed the point of needing you. With major players such as Myself, Aria Jaxon, Gronk, and Kerry Keller added to the fold, there was no room for poor little Vanessa, so she ran to the only place that would take her in, Shoot Nation. In their current state they’ll need as many numbers as they can possibly get. Whether it’s through two timers such as yourself and Jun Nobunaga...or even absolute pieces of filth like Captain Strong Style or that heely kid Ash Bouyer. In the end you don’t belong in the ring with us, because while we may be bad guys...we are up front with our intentions. YOU on the other hand are just using your position in Shoot Nation to stay relevant here in this promotion. With my divine eyes I see right through your motives and I expose you to my faithful followers! The only thing that will be broken is the bodies, minds, and spirits of all of you Shoot Nation Scum!

Speaking of which, The Apparition. I am a narcissist? No. Not one single, solitary bit. Statements like that are how I know this is going to be a cakewalk this week. You foolish mortals don’t even comprehend what you are dealing with this week! I am a God among men who swings his mighty divine blade of justice against those who oppose his will and desires to mold this world we all live within into a much grander environment for ALL! You Imbeciles representing Shoot Nation are just too narrow minded and short sighted to understand my goals and aspirations. At my core I am a kid who fought honorably and proudly for everything he now holds today, and defends it proudly every single day of his life. I am justified in every act I commit, because I know at the end of the day it will all lead to a better future for our entire industry with ME as the man responsible for it all! That is who CM Nas is Apparition. The reason I collect these world championships all across the globe is to spread my gospel to all on the Planet. My divine hand waves itself over all nations to create as many devout followers as possible. And if you refuse to believe, you will be doomed to damnation! It is as simple as that. And that is what Shoot Nation is today. They are stubborn fools who refuse to better themselves, and are accordingly punished for their actions each and every single miserable day of their existences. You bring up Masanori Kawada and what I did to him last week. So did Belle Kingsley I noticed. You lot question why I would willingly give up my position.’s not about winning the Cup for me. I have much greater and grander plans in the future that do not involve such a tournament. Put simply, unlike you losers I DON’T NEED TO WIN THAT CUP! Oh and believe me, I will get everything that IS coming to me in due time. I’m not concerned with the SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Championship right now because it is in very capable hands right now. The hands of The Phantom Troupe! But best believe if one of you chumps from one of the other three factions do manage to somehow slip passed Aria Jaxon and usurp her as World Champ, I’ll be right there waiting to strike and take claim of it for The Phantom Troupe myself! All of these championships I win are for the great name of The Troupe! Because my fellow Brothers and my Sister within the faction all recognize the bleek state the industry is in just as I have. They see my plans for a positive change and they know I am doing what is right in the end. They support me, and I support them. That’s how this works. We fight for each other. All for one and one for all. So don’t try and get in my head and question their loyalty to me or my loyalty to them Apparition. You might want to check on OUR former stablemate Miss Santiago for that sort of double crossing shenanigans. Or better yet, focus on how you’ll actually be able to compete against me inside of that ring...oh wait YOU CAN’T! BECAUSE I AM THE BEST! You might as well put all your eggs into the basket of fighting for the Heritage Championship, because you have zero hope of winning against us now! Then we have who now? King TORA IV?! Who the hell is that afterthought? Yet another lame superhero type? I thought we had enough of that with Captain Strong Style and Masanori Kawada! Goddamnit...well I guess we’ll have to show him what true Divine Justice is now won’t we. It’s just sad the state Shoot Nation is in now isn’t it? The fact that they have to send THIS to fill out their trio just makes you realize how miserable the whole group itself is. Why don’t they just die already, quit being gluttons for punishment and accept the fate that has been set for you since day one! That fate is destruction by the hands of the God himself. C. M. Nas.

on April 28th 2018, 8:39 pmGuest
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on April 28th 2018, 7:54 pmGronk
I couldn't wait. I'm bored already. The idea of Chase Vedder coming up with anything was a thought I dreaded, but that's only HALF the boredom that I felt watching Chase's first interview. So I'm just going to go off the assumption that Chase isn't going to respond. So here it goes.


Won't you look at that, this fake news affiliate didn't dare argue words with the Mad Titan himself. If he can't even trade words with Gronk, how does he expect to trade fists? OH YEAH, PROBABLY BECAUSE BOTH ARE A LOSING CAUSE.

Gronk is considered the most esteemed intellectual in the company of SSW. Most of that is due to being American of course. I honestly thought all you asians were the same, but it came to my attention that the Chinese and Japanese aren't the same. WELL, SUCKS FOR YOU. BECAUSE THE CHINESE ARE THE ONES GOOD AT MATH. I mean... now that I think about it, that doesn't exactly apply to you Chase, but uhhh, YEAH, YOUR EMPLOYER AND THEIR KIND AREN'T THE ONES GOOD AT MATH. Sympathize with that, jackass. You're a loser who won't try to combat Gronk at all. DUMB. Well, actually smart. Because your chances are flatter than these asian girl's asses. BUT DUMB.

You refuse to entertain me whatsoever. AND I WANT ENTERTAINED. I hope you like who you are Chase. Because you have a face only a mother can love. And maybe a desperate asian. But that's not saying much. I'm not sure what's worse. The idea of bagging your commie mother or a SSW fan. Oh well, I can't wait to see the faces of all your hentai followers when Gronk beats you to an atomic oblivion. Your fans will look at your corpse and just marvel at the destruction, with their weeb tears. " Chinka Cheecha (Translation: He died.) So Yung. Toto hekachi (Translation: So sad.)

Are you even from Indiana?!? WHO ARE THE COLTS? WHO ARE THE PACK... NO PACERS? Who is Leslie Knope? Ron Swanson??? You give Gronk nothing but silence, proving you're a PHONY. YOU'RE A SPY. AN AMERICAN SPY WHO IS JUST TRYING TO INCRIMINATE THE UNITED STATES' WAY OF LIFE. FREE. You can't have freedom because you're burdened by being in this forsaken country and their beany-little eyed consumers. These people are the scum of the earth. I can't wait for Kim Jung the 5th or 50th, whatever it is, to give America a reason to wipe ALL YOU OUT. IT'LL BE THE RECKONING WE ALL DESERVE. Gronk can finally sleep at night knowing he doesn't have to share the road with bad driving asians. A reckoning would be a mercy.

Gronk is SSW's reckoning. And you are just next in line, chinky sympathizer. I hate this culture and I hate fake news. Japan, Chase Vedder, and SSW all have that in common. You are in my way. Be like Hiroshima and DISAPPEAR. BECAUSE GRONK IS GOING ALLLLLLLLL THE WAY.

on April 28th 2018, 7:18 pmGronk
Here we go. HERE WE GO.

You know what they say, never trust somebody with two first names. Chase, check. Vedder... uhhh, check. But you know what else you can't trust? An American who spells the word "realize" with an 's'. I've just exposed you like donkey kong, Chase. You are a stupid commie spy who portrays himself as American. You think Gronk is just going to let that shit slide? HELL NO.

Chase even has his information all wacked out. See?!?! You just can't trust this guy. He must get his news from CNN because it is just FAKE NEWS! Gronk didn't help Aria Jaxon win her world champion, the Queen of Strong Style didn't need the Mad Titan. Hell, SSW wouldn't even let me in the arena that night. Something about an off-the-books suspension about calling the owner a Kamikaze Pilot from Pearl Harbor. Whatever. IT WASN'T MY FAULT. These god damn chinkys wouldn't accept my work visa in the proper time, of course I'm going to tell them exactly how I feel. Nonetheless, I'm here now Chase, and you can't fake this one.


Honestly, I can't wait to teach you a lesson, son. You're a FAKE real American, you BELONG here in SSW. You should affiliate yourself with this scum more often. I wish nothing but misery on you. I hope you marry a Japanese woman and you two have multiple children. And I hope your children grow up with the Asian culture, the narrow eyes and the yellow skin type misery. OH yeah, I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Anyone but you and your hypothetical children, you swine flu. You ever see the movie Contagion? THE VIRUS STARTS IN JAPAN. I hope your hypothetical children start the epidemic with their half-asian half-fake-American full-on-commie stank. You're a phony, you're a weeb in the making. You are disgusting and I can't wait for you to feel bad about yourself by being made into "one of them". I can't wait for you to go to Japanese prison by bagging one of those simpson midgets and break their tailbone by simply giving them something other than the asian cock. Seriously, all these women here are like 4 foot nothing. So yeah, I hope you get so drunk enough to where you feel like bagging one of them and go to prison for being a commie. Then again, you could just be desperate enough. Imagine how desperate that guy Cash is, to have succumbed to an SSW-type woman back in the states???

Either way, I can't wait to just scream outside your trial: LOCK HIM UP. LOCK HIM UP. LOCK HIM UP!!!!

You and your stupid club disgust me. This Tres Comas? Like what the hell is a Tres? The hell is a Comas? USE AMERICAN WORDS, STUPID. At least Troupe reminds me of Troop. Like what the hell can I come up with out of Tres? Tray? Comas? Comma? You're a Trey full of Commas? Yeah, that's REAL cool there guy. That's just what I want, a tray full of punctuation. You should be REAL proud of yourself there, buddy. Then again, after everything you've said, I'm not in the least bit surprised. These god damn Pearl Harbor sympathizers and their logic, they'll take anything as a victory. But it isn't so fun is it, when the fight comes to your homeland?!?! You can have your surprise plane attacks. We don't consider Hawaii a real state anyway. It's just a vacation spot with people whose skin has been discolored due to volcano ash. Chase's hypothetical children's grandparents caused that. He's the enemy. He's the enemy of my friend who... is also my enemy? Who... is also the enemy... who?... YOU KNOW WHAT, WHATEVER. THIS IS THE TYPE OF FAKE NEWS CHASE IS TRYING TO BRAINWASH US ALL WITH. THIS IS HIS FAULT Chase can't get me like that. My intelligence is too amazing to let Chase get in my head. They call me the Broadstreet Bully, and it just looks like Vedder is next on the chopping block.

He probably considers himself as some type of Samurai or something, or whatever he and his traitorous kind portray themselves as. Stupid phony. Trying to lie to the public that I actually like this company or these Hiroshima mongoloids. I HATE THEM. THAT'S WHY I'M HERE. IT IS UP TO ME TO SHOW THE WORLD OF JAPAN WHY GRONK IS THE NATIONAL MASCOT FOR THE UNITED STATES. Japan is considered this great revolutionary country, one who the United States can trust. But the only reason you can trust them is because they know if they ever try to mess with the States again, they'll just be met with a third radioactive fallout. So of course they behave! OF COURSE THEY DO. OUT OF FEAR.

And that's what you'll do, Chase. You'll behave out of fear. Just like the rest of them. Coincidence that the bimbo creepo Piero has been silent since Gronk laid him out? NOPE. He now knows he can't spread his fake ideology and creepy anime, or else he's going to get got. And you, as the Holocaust-Pearl Harbor sympathizer you are, you'll fear Gronk too. You'll behave, you all behave sooner or later. I demand an apology, and if I don't get it Chase, well, you will just end up like that incest hentai dweeb Piero. Apologize for Bengazi spreading fake news, and just maybe, just maybe, you will have my mercy.

Gronk out. You have an hour to respond.
Matias Navarro
on April 28th 2018, 5:49 pmMatias Navarro
|The camera introduces the viewers to a room filled with smoke. The smoke belonging to Matias’ cigar. As the smoke settles a bit, the camera pans around the room. Matías is clearly in some VIP section, with massive TV’s showing the NFL Draft. There have to be a few hundred people there altogether. All chatting and exchanging money as they bet on who they think will be the next pick. But Matías isn’t worried about that as he finds himself surrounded by a plethora of attractive women. He’s clearly enjoying himself, as he always does. Out of the blue, Matías manager, Tomás Aguliar, pops in and tells the women to scram. You would think this would upset Matías, but he knows those women are a dime a dozen, so no worries. Tomás informs Matías that they need to promote his upcoming match. In response, Matías shrugs and says sure. Tomás lets out a deafening whistle, which manages to shut up the entire room as Tomás begins to speak.|

Tomás: What a bunch of barbarians, huh? I’m sure they would fit in quite nicely with the rest of The Phantom Troupe, judging by these past few weeks alone, but I digress. Look, I get it, people are passionate about different things in this world. For instance, I like cars and yachts and watches! But sports? It isn’t exactly my cup of tea. The world of gambling on the other hand? Guilty. And the same goes for my friend, Matías here. I mean, who doesn’t like making an extra buck or two? Well, by the looks of it, I’d say Jacob Senn and Brian Daniels because after glancing at some of … actually, no scratch that, let’s go with the vast majority, of the men and women they signed to SSW contracts, they’ll be lucky to break even! Which, have no fear, is actually a possibility with the star power that only Tres Comas Club can provide! So here we ar— actually, hold on for just one second! Hey! HEY! CAN YOU PLEASE MUTE THOSE TVs?! WE HAVE SOME BUSINESS TO TAKE CARE OF! Thanks! Like I said, I don’t care for sports, which obviously includes American football. I’m especially not a fan of the New England Patriots because I hear they have a player named Gronk! And just like the Gronk here in SSW, he seems to be all brawn and no brains! Something else they have in common is they both ride the coattails of a peer … whether it be Tom Brady or Aria Jaxon. But this draft event, I’ve watched it before. A few years ago, in fact, I somehow let my wife convince me to join her and her girlfriends to some bar. Yes, the things we do for love! But as they were talking about God knows what, I just looked up at the TV, similar to these, and I watched this exact event as I chugged drink after drink. But unfortunately, I couldn’t down enough because I could still hear them chirping, just badgering me about what’s going on in my life. The audacity, I know!  The reason why I even bring up this draft is that it reminds me of Strong Style Wrestling in a way. You see, these men have no say in where they go. And to the team they land on, they are expected to gel with their teammates right away. As if chemistry shouldn’t take any time to develop! So of course, it’s much easier said than done. Sometimes it never works out. Sometimes that player isn’t the answer. Or isn’t the remaining piece to the puzzle. This player turns out to be a bust. But make no mistake about it … Matías Navarro will be no bust. He’s a fucking game changer! And no, I’m not just talking about his impact on Tres Comas Club. I’m thinking bigger picture and I’m thinking Strong Style Wrestling as a whole. He has everything you would want as the face to represent an entire company. The wrestling ability? Check. The charisma? Check. The look? Check. He has it all. No, he has it all and then some! But … but, I know that some people have soured on Matías just a bit. After one damn week, no less! And unfortunately, the people I speak of, are mostly Tres Comas Club members. The so-called “leader” of this stable had even gone as far to say he embarrassed Tres Comas Club a few weeks back! Waaaait, whaaaat? Give me a second! My vision must be blurred! Let me rub my eyes to clear them! BECAUSE WE MUST NOT BE SEEING THE SAME SHIT! WHY?! Why is everyone on this god damn planet a glass half empty kind of person?! We always focus on the negative! ALL DOOM AND GLOOM! But not Matías. Look at him. Look! Look at the million dollar smile! No matter what’s going on, it’s always there and do you know why that is? Please, take a wild guess! I insist! No, it’s not just because he gets to wake up as Matías motherfucking Navarro every morning! It’s because he’s about to get paid! Trucks will be backing up to his crib to drop off the many sacks of money! Because come Supremacy, Matías will be getting that main event bonus and oh yeah, to top it off, he will also get to wear the most prestigious title in the world around his waist … that of course being, the SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Championship! 

Tomás: This should thrill the members of Tres Comas Club! The more championships, the more power. The more power, the more cash. It’s simple math, really. Just think about it …  we already have the SSW Junior Heavyweight Championship! We should have the tag titles. And like I already pointed out, Matías has the SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Championship on lock, come Supremacy. What’s not to like here? We are all on the same team! Team green right?! There is no need to have some silly inner conflict. I mean, we don’t want the other groups looking at us and thinking we have some frangible relationship that they can take advantage of! Because as of now, we aren’t some team or alliance. We are a bunch of star players thinking about individual accolades and not even wasting a single second of our day to think about how we can improve as the redoubtable, nonpareil unit that we are destined to become!  We need to become a tight-knit brotherhood. Right, Matías? Yeah, I’m looking at you. I’m not going to act like Matías is some angel. He will be the first to tell you that. Arguing with André on social media? Really? What are we five? And because of your questionable at best actions, you had to go to the “principal’s office”, isn’t that right? Have a little chat with the investors. Word on the street is they even fined you. Because at the end of the day, we must remember that André is the leader of Tres Comas Club. The investors, more specifically Mr. Montana, believe he is the right fit and who are we to argue? So with all of that said, let’s leave the past in past, all right? Matías is and will continue to be, a team player! You have my word! So as we turn over this new leaf, let’s just smooth things over quickly by having you, Matías, the Good Samaritan that you are, apologize to André! Go on!

|Tomás looks over at Matías, waiting for him to utter the words he’s sorry. He even gives him a little nudge with his elbow. But it seems Matías is in his own world as he examines the cigar in his hand. After a few seconds, Tomás finally gets his attention. Matías lets out a sigh before clenching his jaw in anger. He looks into the camera.|

Matías: I’m sorry…

Tomás: SEE?! TRES COMAS CLUB IS FINE! WE JUST DEBUNKED THE RUMORS OF THERE BEING A DIVIDE WITHIN THE GROUP! EVERYONE CAN REST EASY KNOWING THAT … that, André and Matías are basically best buds! And they will prove just that as they work together this week, to hand The Phantom Troupe a very much deserved loss! That’s right, the big bad Phantom Troupe is on the menu ladies and gentlemen, which is good because Matías is hungry. He’s hungry for revenge and he’s hungry ... no, STARVING for championship gold!!!! The latter will be accomplished in a few weeks, meanwhile the former is coming this weekend. 

Matías: Revenge? For what?

Tomás: For what they did to you a few weeks ago. 

Matías: See that’s the thing, I don’t hold grudges because life is too short for all of that bullshit. I don’t care about The Phantom Troupe. Just like I don’t care about the champion, Aria Jaxon either. I want that championship. That’s it. No need to make this complicated. What?! Why are you raising your eyebrows with that confused look on your face?! None of this is personal to me. This is business and in the business world, there is no room for hurt feelings. Unlike myself, I see all of the fans and the other factions in SSW are up in arms over The Phantom Troupe and how they conduct themselves. In my “humble” opinion, I think complaining about them cutting corners or for them coloring outside the lines is childish. It’s no different than crying over spilled milk. Your tears will fix nothing. Go get a rag and clean it up. What? Surprised by my relaxed attitude this evening? Am I supposed to have my blood boiling? SHOULD I BE SHOUTING IN FRONT OF THIS CAMERA TO GET ALL OF YOUR ATTENTION! No, if you have to yell to get your point across, you’re doing it wrong. I’m not about being someone I’m not. But if you want, I can play it up for the cameras. I can make some lazy threats towards John Doe and Aria Jaxon. I can talk all about how I’ll flip Doe upside down and use that five dollar haircut as a mop, because well, it is a mop, after all, to help soak up Aria’s blood off the canvas. I can even talk about how it’s my goal to end their careers this week! See? Just your typical genetic hogwash that the run-of-the-mill talents use. Tomorrow night, all I care about are two things. One, getting the victory. Simple right? And the other is getting paid for my efforts. That’s it! Plus, I can’t afford to get caught up in my feelings this week due to the fact I need Aria in one piece so we can have our match at Supremacy, whether she believes the match will be made official or not. I mean, if I were her,  I’d hope not too. We shall see how it all plays out. So that’s it. That’s all I have to say. I don’t have some clever closing remark nor do I need one. Cut the cameras off. My time has been wasted enough. 

|And just like that, the camera fades to black as Tomás seems a little visibly upset.|
John Doe
on April 28th 2018, 5:02 pmJohn Doe
I've drawn the line in the sand, just to see the enemy purposely walk over it.

Time and time again.

Why don't they just concede?

Their willpower has been fortified to great lengths. I need to pierce through that blanket they wear as armor. I can't let history stay on a never ending cycle of "justice for all", because that simply does not exist. There's no justice in this world - no matter how hard you desperately search for it. You hope, pray, believe in what's right, but have not focused on all the wrongs. I embody everything what everyone believes is wrong. But how do I succeed ever so easily? If I don't represent justice, how do I keep a constant ten steps ahead of everyone else? I've allowed my teachings to be spread to a whole group that see this world for what it really is. The world could barely handle just one version of John Doe, just imagine it trying to contain an army full of John Does. From the dirt below us, from the water that surrounds us - we own it all. The Phantom Troupe has marked it's territory no matter where we are. You can try to overcome this fact, but the truth only remains. I would not allow the feeble minded participants of this world to rule it. And that's exactly what everyone outside this knowledge boundary have become; a participant of this world. They only participate, never to see break through the glass ceiling above them. It's so transparent, they'll never live long enough to see it. It's always been there, but often do people refuse to believe it. They're always thrilled about shattering one glass ceiling after the next, but how is this possible when you haven't left a mark on the first? You haven't left a mark on this world for anyone to remember you by. It's saddening to think that even a mere memory left behind would poison this world. The thought of any of these waste of spaces that cannot break their shackles is disgusting. The simple folk don't deserve their memory to be thought of. They deserve the fate that awaits them afterward. They deserve to be forgotten from history. And that's exactly what the majority of these participants for pathetic excuses for alliances deserve. Their leaders fail them, their motives are obsolete, and their existence is wasted. I don't despise them, I don't mourn them, I try not to care for them.

I try my very best to avoid their preaches. If I were to delve into their mindsets, I'd lose myself. I have to keep myself focused for the benefit of myself and The Phantom Troupe. Why bother involving myself with such pettiness? I have no quarrel with the filth that stand before me this week. They're easily considered bystanders that want to just be involved. You have a man, who wanted to make his debuting act a grand one. He had the audacity of believing his worth was that of our World Champion's. That turned out to be very false, when he wasn't aware with the fate that left him brutalized. Do you wish to share that same fate over and over again? Do you want to see your own reflection in pool of blood left behind by us? I say you should focus on regathering your own forces. Your partner --- or "leader" I should say can't even do that himself. Tres Comas Club is left in shambles, because of one man vanishing from the face of the planet. I can honestly say that wouldn't be the case in The Phantom Troupe. I've left strict orders behind if I were to ever lose myself or vanish, for another to take my stead. You will never see The Phantom Troupe's towers crumble before your very eyes. We would never stoop so low to have a civil war among ourselves. You need to do more than "prove" to your disloyal followers, Virgo. Don't be so forgiving, child, because that's the nature of the beast. You need to rip them limb from limb and then repair their broken minds, so that they see why you're there and they aren't. But how are you do this? You need to figure this out all on your own. Otherwise, they will continue to rebel against you. You'll see the forces split in half and revolt against one another. And if you cannot contain this mishap with one sweep, then you don't deserve to lead those people. You don't deserve to be the champion you claim to be. You'll be left behind, stranded with only desperation left to greet you with open arms. And I personally don't mind seeing any of these possibilities occur. I'll enjoy the chaos that ensues within your faction's personal vendetta against you. I'll enjoy every single second of it.

And I will certainly enjoy once again asserting The Phantom Troupe's dominance once more.
Racer Smiles
on April 27th 2018, 11:44 pmRacer Smiles

Purpose. Why do I come to this country? Why do I compete for this company? For money? Fame? This is a poor excuse for means to justify those ends. Purpose. Motivation. To prove that I am as strong as I say? I have nothing to prove. You can doubt my claims to be the strongest man in SSW, it won’t make them false. You can foolishly stand in the way of a freight train but your confidence won’t save you when it makes impact with your fragile body filled with nerves to make the crushing, hemorrhaging experience one of suffering before you lose everything you’ve ever fought for. Every inch you scratched and crawled will mean nothing. All the love you felt, all the people you’ll never see again, it won’t matter the confidence you had before reality set in and you realized what you let your hubris do. I invite my opponents to make this mistake. Question my strength. Question the fact that I could break you like a toothpick. It makes things easier for me. But my motivation isn’t to destroy the weak and ignorant. I seek a challenge.

I was eliminated from the Heaven’s Gate Tournament not because I was overpowered by the frail veteran who beat me. I was outsmarted. I should have been able to squeeze his eyes out of his head, but he managed to escape that faith. He didn’t stand in front of the train with open arms. He waited for his opportunity to slip past me and took it. The men who can slip away are the ones I want to fall by my hand. If you cannot offer me a challenge then I will treat you like every other fool who is destined to be dismembered by the Chief of Destruction. If you seek to offer a real challenge to me then I will know not to make the same mistakes I made with Endeavor. Playing with my food is so tempting but when the nerves are still intact and the limbs keep kicking, that luxury isn’t affordable. Had I had the foresight, the experience, to know that Endeavor was that capable of survival given the opportunity I would have never given him the opportunity. I would have taken him in my grasp when I had the chance and squeezed the fucking life out of the dirty corpse.

You Ronin are nothing but scum. Your obese vore monsters, dirty ex-cons, and don’t even get me started on that harlot you call a leader. You seem to see yourselves as honorable outlaws but the reality is every single one of you is a defective reject. Perhaps in this contest my Tres Comas members can prove more reliable than the past has allowed. Wins and losses mean nothing in the end. You might get away today but everyday you get away is just another day closer to your moment of judgement. Endeavor, Tarah Nova, even that freak Piero, you’re not as safe as you think. Let your faction members take your place this week, but let their demise serve as an example of what will happen when you inevitably find yourself in my crosshairs again.

Long. Live. The Chief.
Son of Ra
on April 27th 2018, 8:03 pmSon of Ra
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The Dragon who tries to lay siege to my kingdom...

The Dragon who is mightier than the Pen...

Jaydane Pendragon...We have done this BATTLE for AGES!!!

Before the dawn of this age, before the realm we live in was created we have battled. We have battled in the west, in the south, in the north...and now the east. You may look at me, as one of the standard bearers of the Ronin Camp...The leader of The Temple, and you see a man who has a past deep inside of him. You see yourself in the mirror who has a past deep within himself also. I INDULGE you good sir to look inside the mirror, inside of your eyes, and past the man you see in the reflection and see your soul. I IMPLORE you to see his vast history, to see how many lifetimes this battle between us has occurred in multiple homonculus shells of our spirits. For one time we had a CLASSIC battle where royals of old saw us, and examined the fact that we were two of a kind. As we ended up on different sides of that realm, we fought with valor and with VIGOR like no two men alike. OOOHHHHHH YYYYAAASSSSS I remember the next life in which our souls did this TWISTED TANGO on a battlefield. You were the victor there my Dragon, as you were there at the GENESIS of the lords of that realm, one of the oldest living beings there...I a younger and fierce warrior, who knew nothing of the true vile nature that realm had in store for my future. Ever the strategist, ever the lord you were my Dragon. It was as if nobody could stop your onslaught. As you stepped into every SHOWDOWN as if your DYNASTY depended on victory, you never faltered. Not once was there ever a scratch on your armor of IRON, and you used that to drive into the ground your own FOUNDATION of your kingdom. A dragon sitting on a throne was never thought of, a dragon ruling the kingdom instead of laying it to waste was the first of its kind. It was truly a TRAILBLAZING MOMENT IN TIME YYYAAASSSSS!!!!

But now my Dragon, I clip your wings...

And now my Dragon, your Pen is out of ink...

There are no need to waste more valuable time on stories from this historic past. Because now in this realm to the east, inside of this realm you see the present. You see the man standing before you not as you have seen a thousand years prior, you see the next evolution of the man who will become a God in this age. As the sun gets higher in the sky, I WELCOME you to take flight, just as Horus would fly over this vast kingdom and keep his eyes on everything in his surrounding areas. I welcome you to fly and try your plan of attack on me my Dragon, and you will soon see that the Sun has played a trick on you, that the Son of the Sun has fooled you in this life like you have never been fooled before. I stand here the man you will fight, and as you swoop in for a blazing inferno fire blast your deep within your belly, YOUR ATTACK WILL ONLY FUEL MY RAGE!!! And as this rage continues to seep through my body, as this rage continues to build inside of me. I shall focus it all on you my dragon. Just as another great Pharaoh has done in his lifetime, Ramses fought great wars on the battlefield of Kadesh, and he laid many a men to their own journeys to the Duat. And as there is no longer any kind of way to keep all that fire...all that rage...all of that DIVINE DEVASTATION inside of me. 

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Burning everything around you my Dragon, destroying everything inside of its path just as my father would want done. A taste of the power within Ra, a small sample of what he is capable of. And using the power of Ra, THE LIGHT AND FIRE OF THE SUN ITSELF! I shall lay you to rest in this lifetime my old friend and foe. I shall make sure the burial rights are prepared for somebody with such PRESTIGE as you my Dragon. But do not think because I respect my foe, because I respect the fact that this battle will continue to the next life, in the next realm, until the final battle of them all...That I will not hold an ounce of my divine fury back. Because while you may be the legendary Dragon of the skies, whos body and soul has reached multiple lands and cultures. My heritage is that of Gods, not Dragons. So when we meet on the Battlefield of Kadesh you will learn this fact very well. A once proud PRINCE in the lands where the ice falls from the sky like rain, in the COLD of day and night you flew in this land, where the inhabitants themselves thought of you as a BANE of the existence of that land, where the people showed up in LEGIONS to dispute your claim to this heritage my Dragon. I was there as well, merely as one of the people at that moment because it was the will of my father. He had stripped me of my Godly presence so I may blend in naturally with the common folk of that realm, and when the revolt happened against you dear sir, I WAS APART OF THAT REVOLUTION TO STOP THE PLAGUE YOU WERE!!! I do not wish to keep you much longer with this stroll down our lane of memories, so I leave you with some ADVICE OF THE ANCIENTS my dear Dragon. Though the flash of lightning you see before your eyes may be white, it shall crash down to your earth in the reddest fire when it strikes its target. Meaning you may see something your way, but that does not mean that it is correct dear sir. Just like you, you see yourself in the mirror you have, and you shall see yourself as the victor in our contest of Dragons and Gods. You do not realize though that that is a lie, a bit of a mirage in my lands. Because what you see, is not the truth. Like the lightnings true color change, the outcome you seek will change also because of one fact my dear Dragon...THE PEN WILL NOT DEFEAT THE SWORD, AND THE DRAGONS SOUL WILL BE SEALED AWAY INSIDE OF ITS VERY OWN SARCOPHAGUS OF OBLIVION!!!!

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on April 27th 2018, 10:18 amGuest
The following recording has been translated from Japanese for the viewing pleasure of Western audiences.

The scene opens in a dark room. There’s no source of light save for a single candle in the center with a shadowed figure sat cross-legged behind it. His nails and lips are painted black and his young face covered by the guise of a black and silver mask. His eyes are closed and his head resting against his praying hands. He looks up with a distant look in his eyes.

Judas: We in Japan are told stories from a young age about the Samurai and their loyalty to their masters. As a small child there was one story that caught my attention almost immediately. It’s name was “The Revenge of the Forty-Seven Rōnin”. The tale starts with the feudal lord of Akō Domain named Asano Naganori. He was appointed to the head of carpentry by Japan’s imperial court. Three years later he became one of the two officials to host the emissaries from the imperial court to the Shogunate. This was when he had his first meeting with a man who went by the name of Kira Yoshinaka. Yoshinaka was the head of ceremonial matters at the Shogunate, who instructed officials in the manner of hosting noble guests from Kyoto. After falling terrible ill almost a decade later, Asano Naganori was forced to temporarily retire from his position. After seven years he returned to his same office and by this point he and Kira Yoshinaka had grew to become rivals. Tensions quickly rose to a boiling point and in the April of that same year Asano made an attempt on Kira’s life… but despite drawing his sword and gaining a head-start on his now bitter enemy he failed. He was badly wounded and confronted by a shogun named Tsunayoshi. Tsunayoshi sentenced him to Seppuku which Asano accepted… but not before writing a poem:

"More than the cherry blossoms,
Inviting a wind to blow them away,
I am wondering what to do,
With the remaining springtime."

Judas hovers his hand over the flame, slowly edging closer and closer as he closes his eyes. The flame almost comes into contact with his bare palm before he freezes his hand in its place. He opens his eyes and his black-painted lips curl into a sinister grin.

Judas: This was not the part of the story that I was told. No, I learned this much later. The tale passed down to me failed to acknowledge what Asano had done and instead my parents and grandparents before them had decided to focus solely on the later actions of his Samurai. It is said that forty-seven Samurai --now Ronin-- of Asano’s three-hundred had taken it upon themselves to avenge the death of the man who gave them a home, gave them food to eat and water to drink, by planning to murder Kira themselves. Ōishi, their leader, personally made sure that Kira would let his guard down by acting brash, drinking and sleeping with women of the night. After a year and a half of planning the Ronin had intercepted Edo as merchants and workmen, becoming familiar with Kira’s home. After another six months, according to a carefully laid-out plan, they split up into two groups and attacked, armed with swords and bows. One group, led by Ōishi, was to attack the front gate; the other, led by his son, Ōishi Chikara, was to attack the house via the back gate. A drum would sound the simultaneous attack, and a whistle would signal that Kira was dead.

Of course, things never go exactly to plan.

Kira, in terror, took refuge in a closet in the veranda, along with his wife and female servants. When the Ronin finally got to his place of hiding he had disappeared. However, his bed was still warm and so they knew he could not be far. To cut this story short I will tell you that they found Kira and revealed they were the retainers of Asano Naganori. Kira, refusing to cooperate, would not commit Seppuku. Ōishi instead removed his head with a dagger and placed it on their lord’s grave. The forty-six remaining Ronin were then sentenced to Seppuku by the Shogunate and they did so willingly.

Candles flicker on throughout the room and it’s revealed that Judas is sat in a small shrine. Samurai swords have been placed around the room along with traditional armor and masked helmets.

How did you feel listening to this story? Hopeful? Proud? I’ll tell you how I felt. I felt like forty seven men wasted their lives because of blind loyalty to a dishonorable man who could not even do his own dirty work successfully. When I first heard the story I thought of those Ronin as heroes… but upon learning the truth of their master I realize that they were just as blind to the truth as everyone like me who was told their story. Ronin were supposed to be men of honor --and while they offered Kira an honorable death-- their actions leading up to this notorious event were anything but. Ronin were, as Samurai, men of honor and yet there was almost none found in this story… which I suppose makes my position here in the SSW faction rather fitting. There is no honor in a man who has been forged by betrayal and anyone who would tell you otherwise is just another snake in the grass waiting for you to turn your back on them. You see, I may be a Ronin by name but I am not a Ronin by practice. I fall under the umbrella given to those who are either not wanted by the other three factions or simply want to work on their lonesome and so I will the most of the opportunity that I have been given. I do not know the companions with whom I must travel with but it matters little. They are nothing more than stepping stones towards my ultimate goal of finally balancing the light and the dark held within me and everyone else.

There is one man who has managed to catch my attention, however, and his name is Miltiades.

I must admit that I do find it ironic that a man whose faction has been poisoned by treachery and disloyalty would dare question the unity of Ronin, Phantom Troupe or Shoot Nation. I do not care for the infighting of the children of Tres Comas Club. Their squabbles are nothing more than an opportunity for one of you to take advantage of and you’re all gnawing at the bit to do so. The bricks that have built Ronin may be misshapen, cracked or otherwise differentiating from each other but a house is a house, is it not? Then again, I would not expect a man who believes he was born into power to understand such things. You are entitled and spoiled and have never faced the true terrors of humanity. I know what it’s like to be on the other side and it is not for the faint of heart. You may think of yourself as an emperor but you are nothing more than another false prophet pumping toxic masculinity throughout the heart and veins of Tres Comas Club. Men like you, men who are driven by their want for power and wealth are nothing more than hollow shells hoping to bring themselves happiness through physical, tangible and manufactured means. You do not know what it is like to strive for something truly great. You’ve never take the necessary steps towards greatness and never proven yourself to be deserving. You may believe that you have but it is in that belief that you make the mistake of revealing that you have not. A wise man knows his journey is never over, even if it is one riddled with betrayal and misery.

Soon, you and everyone will understand why I am burdened with the name of Judas…

Judas pinches the wick of the candle sitting in the center of the room and all of the candles around him flicker off in an instant. Judas’ piercing orange eyes stare into the camera.

Judas: ...And you will fear me.

Judas' eyes slowly dim as the screen fades to black and the scene ends.
Vanessa Santiago
on April 26th 2018, 8:13 pmVanessa Santiago

Where those of you who are standing across from me are concerned, I was like you once.

What’s striking about me saying that is that it makes it sound as if I’m talking about some forgotten period of time, when I’m really only referring to the things that I said and did a few months ago. To think about how I conducted myself upon coming into SSW the first time around makes me shake my head, but typically, clarity usually comes about in one of two ways -- setting in after a long, drawn-out period of reflection or so suddenly that its force almost knocks you over. For me, I only needed to be removed from the whirlwind of SSW for a short amount of time to realize the error of my ways. At the start of this year, I suppose I was doing what I thought I had to do in order to succeed. I had never been on a stage like this one before, never had such grand opportunities and promises within my grasp. That’s perhaps what made the prospect of joining The Phantom Troupe so tantalizing. Why worry about earning things and conducting yourself with honor when you can run roughshod over a brand new landscape and plant your flag firmly in the ground before the real battles have even begun? Why let your ability speak for itself when you can use line-jumping, four-on-one beatdowns, and other nefarious tactics to pave the way for you? Those are the methods of a subpar, incapable competitor, and I can confidently stand here and say that I am neither of those things. SHOOT NATION IS NEITHER OF THOSE THINGS. I realize that now that I’m back in the fold.

When operations were temporarily suspended, I wasn’t one of those people that had a cushy, ready-made arrangement back home in the United States to fall back on. Sure, I could’ve signed elsewhere, but I hinged quite a bit on the hope that Strong Style Wrestling would live to fight another day. I wanted so badly to hone my craft in THIS company, on THIS stage. That was when it hit me -- clearly, I cared more about SSW than I’d ever let on before, so why ravage it? Why spit on all it stood for? I had to take a long, hard look in the mirror and think about the sort of legacy that I wanted to leave behind in this company. I promised myself that if its doors ever opened again, I would be the sort of wrestler this place deserved. So that’s exactly what I’ve become. I used to look at Shoot Nation as those with too little backbone to buck the system, but now I realize Shoot Nation is really the only faction in SSW fighting to defend this company’s core ideals. Ronin is cringeworthy and fake edgy just for the sake of being fake edgy, Tres Comas Club’s drones have no minds of their own and are steered toward their next challenge by dollar signs alone, and for The Phantom Troupe, I know better than most that their goal is complete domination -- and that they don’t care who they have to hurt to attain that. The problem with all of them is that all of the things they place their faith in? They all come and go. One day, the money of Tres Comas Club’s backers will dry up. One day, people will rightfully grow tired of Ronin’s boring shtick. And one day, The Phantom Troupe will have made too many enemies to be able to press on the way they have without anyone pushing back. As for Shoot Nation, allow me to state the obvious when I say that honor and dignity are renewable resources. One could argue that with my in-ring style and my background, on the surface, I was always a better fit for Shoot Nation to begin with. Now that I’ve got my head screwed on straight, I realize that I truly do belong amongst their ranks, and I have no qualms about walking into battle this week shoulder-to-shoulder with King TORA IV and The Apparition.

As for the men we’re facing, can you confidently say that same sense of self-assurance courses through your veins? No, not the garden variety Phantom Troupe ignorance that leads you to believe in yourselves no matter what. I’m talking about being able to totally and completely trust those in your faction with you. The whispers say there’s a traitor in your midst. That has to be looming in the front of the minds of Nas, Saul, and Khmaoch, and that’s only a shame because it might turn out that paranoia does some of our job for us. With all of their hollow victories to their name, Phantom Troupe likes to believe that they’ve got Shoot Nation’s number. I’m not conceding to any illusion of their superiority until they can beat any of us without the frills or smoke and mirrors. But again, I know exactly how you all operate, so perhaps I’m a little bit better equipped to deal with it than my stablemates are. When the voice of his father in the back of his head gets to be too much to bear, Khmaoch rains down brutality on all within arm’s reach, but I’m not scared. Saul brings along with him ominous stories of acquainting us unfortunate adversaries with the things his death cult taught him, but I’m not shaking in my boots. CM Nas has The Penguin follow him around and sing his praises from the rooftops, but that does nothing to take away from the fact that he’s as transparent and self-involved of a competitor as anyone’s ever seen. Those don’t sound like the cream of the crop to me, and isn’t that what you all say you are? I’m not looking at The Phantom Troupe through rose-colored glasses anymore. I see that faction and its ideals for exactly what they are, and I’ve never felt stronger. When I say that The Phantom Troupe is already overdue for its reckoning, it’s not blind altruism or stupidity. There’s a reason why Shoot Nation has always been in your crosshairs, and it’s because we’re the only faction truly capable of breaking you down. Every dirty tactic and every thrown match is just another crack in your facade. Shoot Nation will be the one to break it wide open.
on April 26th 2018, 8:56 amGuest
The scene fades in to an old box TV with a VCR placed underneath it. Both have been strapped down to a trolley. The television flickers on to brief static before rewinding to the start of the video tape inside the VCR. The Tres Comas Club logo fades onto the screen.

Narrator: The following service announcement has been paid for by Tres Comas Club.

The video then transitions to a man in a well-tailored suit pulling up in front of the camera in a golf cart at an empty parking lot. Despite the use of a shoddy recorder from the early 90s, it’s easy to tell that the man stepping out of the golf cart is Chase Vedder.

Chase: Hello! I’m Chase Vedder, Tres Comas Club member and the last of which remaining in the Heaven’s Arena Cup tournament. I’m here to talk to you about how you can make a claim for injuries in the workplace!

A sliding screen transition takes us to Chase standing in front of a green screen.

Chase: Have you bitten off more than you can chew and paid the price at the hands of Gronk? Perhaps, after believing that the leader --the only man in Tres Comas Club who’s actually holding a championship-- isn’t worthy of being the leader you got overconfident and dared to hotshot yourself ahead of the Heaven’s Arena tournament?

Chase steps and points to the top right corner of the screen. A recording of Matias Navarro being victimized by the Gronk Smash plays. Chase struggles to keep his composure as he chuckles to himself.

Chase: Ouch! That’s got to hurt. Let’s play it again from a different angle.

The Gronk Smash plays again from an angle different to what was shown on TV. This time we’re given a bird’s eye view and clearly see the look of fear on Matias Navarro’s face as he’s slammed to the mat. Chase laughs, taking pleasure in seeing his “compatriot” being manhandled.

Chase: Again, please.

The moment plays a third time and Chase continues to laugh to himself.

Chase: Again.

The Gronk Smash is shown once more and this time Chase claps to the screen, still chuckling.

Chase: Okay, I think you get the idea! Things like this happen in the wrestling workplace every day and you could be entitled to make a Gronk injury claim. If something like this has happened to you then you could be entitled to absolutely no monetary compensation and a free “get well soon” card personalized by me where I call you a wimpy little bitch. Just call 1-800-YOURE-A-BITCH to make your claim tod--

Another brief moment of static as the video fast-forwards through the rest of the commercial.

Chase: --haps you’ve made the mistake of calling yourself pound-for-pound the strongest man in SSW and been embarrassed by a fat, middle-aged Japanese man who had never won a match before? Maybe it was impossible for your egotistical mind to accept that you were at fault and instead pushed the blame onto your partner and you made the mistake of crossing him. Let’s see how that pans out for Racer Sm-- I mean “this anonymous victim”.

A recording of Racer Smiles being dropped on his head from Chase Vedder’s Lethal Weapon plays where the Gronk Smash had appeared previously. Chase lets out a full, belowing laugh this time as he admires the demise of Racer Smiles.

Chase: Let’s replay that-- actually, no. Someone enhance the video. Make it the entire background and put it on a loop for everyone to see clear as day that I’m the GOD. DAMN. MAN.

The crew behind the camera do as Chase says and soon enough the video has filled the screen and is on a constant loop, starting with Chase lifting Racer Smiles up and ending after he has been laid out, repeating over and over and over.

Chase: You see, if you find yourself in a similar predicament then you too could entitled to the same wrestling workplace injury claim. Once again, you could be entitled to absolutely no monetary compensation and a free “get well soon” card personalized by me where I call you a wimpy little bitch. Just call 1-800-YOURE-A-BITCH to make your claim. One final time: That’s 1-800-YOURE-A-BITCH. Thank you for your time.

A white flash and a sudden fade to black show that the TV has been turned off. The camera slowly zooms out to reveal a man in the same blue tailored suit that Chase Vedder was wearing in the video but the cameraman stops at his neckline. He begins speaking and it’s quickly revealed that the man stood there is, in fact, Chase Vedder himself.

Chase: Pretty funny, right? I certainly thought so. You see, at first I was pretty disappointed when I heard that Piero wouldn’t be making it past the first round because I really, REALLY wanted to teach that fat, old shitbag a lesson for his attempt to emasculate me in my debut but then that changed. Two weeks ago I got to see exactly why he lost. You’re just a beast of a man, aren’t you Gronk?! You came in and made your mark by helping Aria Jaxon win the SSW World Heavyweight Championship for Phantom Troupe and have laid waste to anyone who’s dared try and step up to her.

Chase is quiet for a moment, his face still not visible. He lifts a single finger as if he’s had a moment of clarity.

Chase: Hold on a second. That first part didn’t happen. I mean, I’ve been told for the past couple of weeks that, Gronk, you HATE Japanese people. And I don’t just mean you casually make racist remarks towards them as they pass by, no. No, no, no, you ENJOY beating up Japanese people and yet you weren’t there when a very obvious Japanese man in Jaydayne Pendragon. He has the eyes, the name, the broken Engrish and, Hell, he even has that weird ass Japanese facepaint! How much more Japanese can you get than that?! C-c-could it be that the Jap-hater Gronk actually sympathizes with the visually impaired? Despite all of the anti-Japanese comments and American flag parading maybe --just maybe-- “Captain America” has had his brainwaves intercepted by the JSDF.

Chase stops a second time, this time raising hand up to his chin and out of sight. He sighs.

Chase: No, that can’t be it. See, I don’t even think Gronk is smart enough to know what the JSDF is, let alone smart enough to have his miniscule amount of brainwaves intercepted. I suppose it’s possible he’s just that stupid, right? I feel like that’s the only feasible reason this bricks-for-brains mammoth didn’t beat up Jaydayne.

Chase takes another moment to think.

Chase: Yeah, that makes sense.

He shrugs his shoulders in acceptance.

Chase: The one thing I do hope that you can understand though, Gronkitis, is that while you may have been running roughshod around Strong Style Wrestling like you’re Godzirra and this is Tokyo, you are not Godzirra. You’re more like King Kong, actually. Here’s a literacy trick for you: If you move around the letters in “Gronk” you get “Kong r” and do you know what Kong r? KONG R DEAD. Right now you’re Kong, Aria Jaxon and her heavyweight championship are Ann Darrow and I’m the jet plane that’s going to shoot you in your ugly fucking face. You’re going to fall to your doom and then you know what’s gonna happen? I’m going to take her for myself.

He confidently places both splayed palms on his chest before realising what he just said.

Chase: --The title, I mean. Not Aria. Although I wouldn’t exactly turn her down if she wanted to come along with me too. Matias Navarro is nothing more than a distraction for the two of you and that was made painfully apparent those two short weeks ago. I’m the real threat here and I’m going to make sure Aria and the rest of Phantom Troupe realise that when I slay this big dumb gorilla. And, well, if my skillset alone somehow isn’t enough…

The camera pans up to reveal Chase Vedder’s face. He’s now sporting a platinum blonde dye-job.

Chase: I hear you’ve got a thing for blondes, Gronk.

Chase looks directly towards the camera, chuckling with a confident look in his eyes as the scene fades to black one final time.
on April 26th 2018, 2:36 amMiltiades
(Barracks upon barracks fill the camera’s view. It’s desolate, but the remnants of the inhabitants still haunt it. Fabric ripped from the roof, metal poles degrading from the rust, it’s as if hell on earth has happened, and this was the last stand. A man walks from out of a tent, the camera focuses on him and his movements. He caresses the steel as if he has a memory deep down with it, but really it’s out of pity that this once great place housed the greatest people in history. Once though, but now it’s just a shell of what used to be, what could’ve been, and what it never was. The figure speaks.)

To understand the whims of man you must first look at the structure in which they build upon. They roost, they wonder, and they believe that what they make must last for them to be truly happy. That’s why you’ve seen villages made of wood, fortresses made of steel, and kingdoms made of stone, everyone knew how to survive and that was to thrive on what they could attain. A king knows his strengths and that it could keep it’s weak out. But what does this have to do with this place? What does my talk have to do with where I am because as you can see, it’s seen better days? Well when a king wants his army to move he doesn’t do so by letting them go out one day and set up camp elsewhere, no he sends a few to barracks, where they train, they live, and they grow. Within these hollowed centers many soldiers strive to be the best, but only a few are able to do so. But that doesn’t mean the others are weak, no that just means they try and try until it kills them. They relied on each other, a brother to the next and a family as a whole they kept each other safe. But what happens when the people in power forget of the grunts, and commanders they left. Well as you can see here, it becomes a dangerous game to play. I can bet this barrack was that of a wonderment, that the feeling that flooded this place was that of a home, home to thousands upon thousands waiting for the chance to fight for the honor and glory of their home country. But alas they were forgotten about, they were left to fend for themselves and therefore became an afterthought. But that afterthought festered and became a scab of its former self. Commanders became deranged, Grunts became pawns, and bonds became nothing but shackles to the mentality.

(The man walks through each tent, beds strewn about yet shredded as the thing that came through left nothing unturned. Holes in the sheets, slices of mattress, and beds overturned showed that every crevice was searched as whatever it was wasted little time looking for what it wanted, but failed. Each tent looked the same but aside from the desecration it had a feel of being empty, as if the army left before whatever came by.)

It is within those confines people begin to wonder what they do if anything it all they can do. And that’s what we have here. We have people confined to their own personal labels, factions within a broken system that wants to show us that we are nothing but our primal instinct, or primal desire. Phantom Troupe, they want power, they want to be the ones that run the yard with politics, strength, and leaders as followers. Shoot Nation is relying on their strength to become the big dogs, the ones that can hit, take a hit, and give another with a double amount of strength behind it. Ronins are the wild cards, the followers without a true leader, but leaders of their own mind shackled to their imagination, their causes, and their own independence. And Tres Comas Club, well we know what really turns the world. Money the root of evil, but also the root of power within the world. We know that money can be the cause of every evil in history, but we also know that money is on the thing that can catapult to power. And if anything I’d say I’m less Tres Comas Club and more Me. But TCC can give me the one thing I desire, it can give me power, it can give me riches, and it can give me a platform in which people will know that where I stand is that of a man who knows where the hit nerves and what words pluck what. That is what it makes me and god dammit I’m going to take it. People can call Tres Comas Club sellouts or even people with no leader, because we are people with no leader. People want to lead but unless they can offer what I am here for, they are best not trying. Tres Comas falters from it but at it’s core it’s what I want, It’s power, it’s Strength, and it’s the ability to make the world rotate. This spat we are having people say is nothing compared to what we can dish out.

(Miltiades makes his way to the center of the camp. The Tents at the center look even more disfigured than the outside, as if the entity that came through knew that it would have better luck here than anything. But still what was around was nothing but emptiness, emptiness from people who uprooted their living, their belongings, and their lives. He begins to make his way out.)

Ronin, you thrive in this environment, the environment where you believe we are at each other’s throats, but in reality we are stronger than ever. People want to fight over a leader, let them, but in the end we know one thing, the more we have, the more we control, and the more we can rule over this place. Ronin, you may be a faction, you may seem to singularized, but in reality you have nothing common with each other. One wants to do something else, while another has another goal with those dissenting opinions that individuality you are destined to falter. I am with my Brothers at Arms, I stand with them because we have a goal of power, but you three, you three have different stories, different endings, and different ways on getting there, and to get there you must step over one another. You act like I’m speaking out of my ass, and at times I believe it too, but then I am reminded that what we have in front of us is exactly what war is. War is based on a cause you can rally behind. War is based on  faction of brothers you know has your back! War is based on letting your differences aside just to win! Tres Comas Club does not deal in absolutes, but we deal in winning wars, and winning battles. Ronin, without a stone to step on, you three have no standing to even say you are on par with what we are. Because we are Tres Comas, We are the Money, We are the Power, and We Will Run This Place!

(Miltiades makes it out of the camp, the tattered cloth blowing in the wind. The wind shrieks as the camera pans up to the flag that was left to signal who left. The Symbol of Ronin stands aloft a ruined camp, ruined by not an entity, but by the differences that consumed it from the inside. The Camera fades to black)
The Apparition
on April 26th 2018, 2:17 amThe Apparition
Evil will always triumph, because good is dumb” – Dark Helmet
I would like to consider myself an honest and no-nonsense kind of guy. As a performer, this has often held my back since I have refused to back down to the powers that be, but when it comes to inside the ring, it has always allowed me to gain good perspective on my opponents. And this is where I have to give both credit and condemnation to the Phantom Troupe. You are a group of arseholes, but damned if you don’t know how to work the system.
It’s always infuriating trying to be one of the so-called good guys, particularly when your antagonists are a unified force. When you’re going one-on-one, it’s not enough to be just better than your opponent, because once whoever you are facing removes their ego and are willing to do anything to win…Well, just look at who holds the Heritage and Puroresu Championships right now. Two people who were willing to be known as paper champions by letting others help them over the line. 
And honestly, I can’t fault them for that. It would be hypocritical for me to do so. I’ve spent enough time in my old career pulling every dirty trick in the book to win, so I can understand why people do it. But here is the thing in the end. And this goes to the entire Phantom Troupe. I understand how people like you operate, because as bad as you guys can be…I have done so much worse. I have blood on my hands like none of you can imagine. You think your oversized pseudo-racist is bad? People that big lack the imagination to truly be monsters. John Doe is just a shill who puts on a threatening face even if he does have the talent to back it up, but his nasty mix of an inferiority and a Napoleon complex makes him need to put on the mask of someone so much greater than he could ever hope to be. I can go through the whole laundry list of Phantom Troupe members and their quantifiable flaws, but for this week, only three matter. And the week after…Well, there is only one whom I truly have my eyes on.
CM Nas is almost a relief when it comes to dealing with the Phantom Troupe, because at least he is easy to understand. He is a narcissist, and has good reason to be one. That’s pretty simple for me to run my head around. As a former narcissist, I know one thing for sure. This whole industry is dominated by narcissists. Except Nas is a bit different. Nas is a man who is not honest with himself and his ambitions. He is arguably the strongest the Troupe has, and yet will be goaded away from potentially capturing SSW’s highest honour and a nice championship trophy because…Well, I can only guess. Did he think that Masanori Kawada was going to defeat him anyway, and his pride couldn’t let that happen unpunished? Did he not want to potentially stand up in competition against his stablemate Aria Jaxon? Or…Was he told to protect the brand and stand down from the Heaven’s Arena Cup? For a self-proclaimed Championship Hoarder, young Nasir does not seem to have much interest in hoarding that one particular title. And this is where I smell some blood in the water. Men who are dishonest with themselves don’t tend to go as far as they should. Unless the man known as CM Nas has been lying to us all for many weeks now about what type of man he is, his infamous disqualification loss against Kawada tells us at least one thing. He isn’t the man he wants us all to believe he is. Or he is, and someone is preventing him from being his true self. And a dishonest man is a weak man.
Saul Omen, I’ll just shoot straight with. Your moralistic mumbo jumbo doesn’t work on me, so you should leave the act for someone else. I know your shtick is about the duality of light and dark, and never the twain shall meet, and all of that lovely slightly creepy nonsense that has never impressed me much. At the end of the day, all you are is a less creepy version of The Dark Emperor.
Now that’s a name people haven’t heard in a while, is it?
My point is that you are not the first divine soothsayer who wishes to reap justice over the false heroes of this industry. You probably aren’t even the hundredth. You will come at us with your teeth bared and striking a menacing figure, then one day you will be hoisted by your own petard once you figure out that the world is a whole lot more grey than the black and white you want to paint it as. I know my flaws, and I know what I am. I also know what you are, and I’m sure you will be shocked and insulted to hear that honestly, we aren’t so different. We are just two people horrified by past experiences, so we put on the act of being tough guys, and do our best to fight our hardest so that maybe the rest of the world believes that we are just that. The only real difference is that I am straight forward about that part of my personality, while you are all about putting up smokescreens and pretending to be more than you are.
And finally…For my Cambodian friend Khmaoch…
I’m coming for that belt. Watch out, because you can’t depend on your friends from Phantom Troupe to help you retain this time around. But we can deal with the specifics later.
Tarah Nova
on April 25th 2018, 1:33 pmTarah Nova

DEVIL---Heaven's Arena Cup: Round Two
Promo Number One

“The silence, the silence! The blinding ultra violence! Knockin' at your door, Pacin' back and forth. What now? The whispers and the screams; The stereotypical, profiling ritual, vicious and obscene! So now you pack your bags, the party's such a drag. And everyone can tell that you're poisoning the well but there are no mistakes. Except what you create You need to know your place; 'Cause it's about to get heavy. It's about to be on! Yeah, I'm bangin' slingin' napalm! So nobody move 'Cause I was sent to warn you: The devil's in the next room.”

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The scene opens up to an empty locker room. It was nothing but silence to what seemed like forever...that is until loud laughing and shouting echoed from outside of the door. Suddenly, the locker room door swung open as Damien Walker and Avery Knight walked in followed by Endeavor and with Tarah closing the door behind them. The Leader watched Walker and Knight smiled and joked with one another as they relaxed after a two hour long training session before making her way to Endeavor, who sat in the corner of the room; eyes shut with an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, “Those will kill you, yaknow.”

Endeavor peaked open his right eye to look at her before shutting it again, “Its a bad habit, trust me I know.” He slowly lifted his hand up, taking the cig from his lips and placed it behind his eye for safe keeping. “So why are you crackin’ jokes with the kids over there?” Tarah looked over at the other two as they packed their gym bags, still laughing.

“Not in the mood. I have the second round of the tournament match this week to think about. No time for jokes, have to focus on .” Tarah said plainly, sitting down next to the older man. He nodded his head, listening to her, “I know the feeling. I made it to Round Two as well, remember? Facing against Belle Kingsley.”

“Yeah, I remember. And Aten is going against Jaydayne Pendragon, Leader of Shoot Nation.” The Leader said as Ender opened his eyes finally to look at her. She was just looking at the ground, lost in thought. “Are you nervous?” He finally asked, snapping his Leader out of her thoughts: “Huh? No. I’m not nervous..Just thinking.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her, “About what?”

“This match coming up. I was so ready to go against...” Nova paused for a moment and laughed softly, shaking her head before looking up at him, “Wrestling is very unpredictable, my friend.” A smile appeared on the Hanged Man’s lips for only a moment, “You're preaching to the choir, sister.” He placed her tattooed hand on her shoulder, “And after what I saw in the ring from you since arriving here and joining Ronin. You have this in the bag, just wrestle.” With that Ender stood up from the bench as he removed his hand from her shoulder to grab his cig from his ear. Before Tarah could thank him, A rough voice spoke up:

“Ay, Endeavor! Bosslady, we’re going out to chill after training. You guys coming or what?” Damien said with Avery staying by him with a smile on her face. The Black Rain looked down at the Leader of Ronin who shakes her head, “I’ll pass tonight, but thanks guys.” Walker shrugged his shoulder, “Your lost, Boss. What about you, man?”

Endeavor looked back at him, “Yeah. I’ll go. Someone has to keep an eye on you two.” Damien rolled his eyes at the comment before he and Avery grabbed their gym bag and headed out the door. “You sure you don't wanna go?” Ender said looking back at Tarah, he bag now in his hand, “Yeah, I’m sure. I have to meet up with My Pain in the Ass and everything.” He nodded, chuckling at her. “Alright, next time though.”

“Of course, End. Later man.” He smiled at her for a second before he started to leave. As he hit the door, Tarah called out to him,  “Oh Ender, wait” He stopped, looking back at his Leader, “Keep Belle grounded. She's a big highflyer, so keep her on the ground and off the ropes as much as you can.”

The Hanged Man smiled again, “Thanks for the Tip, Nova. Later.” With that, the room was a party of one. Tarah sighed calmly, smiling before whipping out her phone and starting her Novacaine-Vlog:

"You know...When I say I'm going to do something, I'm going to fuckin do it. Plain and simple. There is no beating around the bush with me when it comes to wrestling. What you see is what you get and two weeks ago that big Behemoth known as Kilimanjaro... yeah, he got exactly what I said he would. He lost. He acted up and failed. Instead of thinking with his brain, if he had one at all, he thought with what was below his belt and he charged at me with everything he had but what happened after that? I was smart and I slid out of the way which made him run into the turnbuckle and I capitalized on that. I rolled him up and got a 1-2-3.” Tarah takes her other hand on her knee, her phone picking up the noise, "That bell rung out and it was goodbye round ONE and hello round TWO for me. My music hit, it was an end of the line for him and he learned that the moral of this story is you do not mess with one of the best in this company today. You do not underestimate the power of Tarah Jay Nova. And most importantly: You do not assume you have the power to defeat someone with a mind like mine because there is no way in hell you can," Tarah leans back against the a locker, a smirk gracing her lips finally, "And that's something everyone in Strong Style Wrestling will learn soon enough."

"But the past is the past and the present is now and I am going into round two against the Everlasting Hero himself, Masanori Kawada. Now before I begin must say this: I do to some degree respect you, Masanori. I probably respect you more than a lot of people in this company but with that being said; I will not back down this week. I'm not going to pull my punches and I’m not going to bow my head in honor and respect for you. No, I'm going to do what we both came here to do and that's wrestle. Ender was right. I just need to wrestle. I mean this is in my blood and no matter how much I respect my opponent, I am not going to let that get in my way of defeating them. No matter who they are." Shaking her head, Tarah chuckles softly "To be completely honest and all due respect, I am shocked that you advance between you and my Man from the first round. Honestly, I feel like if he didn't disqualify himself, it would be him and I against each other this week but in a way, I’m okay that it's not. See, you were the semi better one in that match and I give you props on taking a beating but let me make it perfectly clear that what he did to you with brass knuckles, is what I can do without them. Masanori, you might have fought against the Best Champion Alive last round but there is no one compared to the ShockCollar of Hardcore Wrestling. I am a whole different level of Wrestling Style. A wrestling Style I am hoping and praying you can fight against because I want a battle this week. Two weeks ago I got nothing but a roll up and I never got the show the true power that I hold. Frankly, that's what I want this week. I want to wrestle like only I can and I want to have a battle between those ropes and I don't care if you want to or not but in the end, it won't matter what you want. So don't look at me as a woman in that ring this week. Look at me as just another wrestler. See, I am nothing like my better half. When I wanna fight, I fight. I won't cheat to win or get my boys to help out. As the Leader of Ronin, I fight by myself. I don’t rely on anyone when it comes to wrestling in that ring. This is what I was born to do and I’m not going to let you or anyone else in this tournament stop me from winning it all. I came to win and I will do just that. For me, right now, this isn't about  ‘my stable is better than your stable’. In all fairness, Ronin has no bad blood between anyone here other than maybe TCC but that's a different story. No, in my eyes, Masanori, this is more between us than anything. So wrestle. Fight like your life is on the line because I'm telling you right now, as a woman of my word: I will not hold anything back this week. I want this win more than anything and I will use every trick that I have learned in over the decade that I have been wrestling to take you down a notch. That is my goal and I'm sticking to it. So till I hear from you."

The ShockCollar smirks once more at the camera of her phone, "Nova out." With that, Tarah hits the ‘End’ button, ending not only her video but the scene all together. Everything fades to black.


Belle Kingsley
on April 24th 2018, 9:48 pmBelle Kingsley
Tap, tap, tap.

It was quite simple to get Kerry Keller where I wanted him to be. That was in the Force Choke. I am sorry, Kerry, but I have a tournament to win. Advancing was something that I did not think would be possible. I was up against a tough opponent and the thought of me progressing seemed unrealistic to me. It did not seem like something that would be a reality in my eyes. Yet, I dug deep. I found a way to survive and well, I was victorious. There is nothing much to it. Simple as one, two, three. By the looks of things now, I think Shoot Nation is three for three in this tournament. This makes things a billion times more exciting than it already is! In some people’s eyes, we were considered a stable who wouldn’t make it past the first round. Thanks to Shoot Nation, we were able to get rid of some Phantom Troupe members from disgracing this tournament. CM Nas was eliminated thanks to Masanori Kawada. Saul Omen was eliminated thanks to Jaydayne Pendragon. I eliminated Kerry Keller, even though he is a part of Ronin, but I still consider it a victory for Shoot Nation. However, it gets more challenging from here and that was something I was really aware of since the show ended two weeks ago. I’ve been reflecting on my next opponent for two weeks now and by the whispers of some people, I don’t think they believe in me to make it past Endeavor.

I don’t blame them.

When I think of Endeavor, I think of the words: eccentric, enigma, and no, I’m not just finding adjectives that start with the letter E. I think of someone who has been misunderstood at a point in his life. Even approaching SSW, there were not many people that were expecting him to make it past the first round. Even though I can find things that make Endeavor and me different, I can name a few things that make us similar. I think we are both approaching this tournament and having people underestimate us left and right. I noticed how some people thought it would be Racer Smiles in your position in the second round. I had people who had chosen Kerry Keller to be in the position I am. If it was up to the power of the people, we wouldn’t be standing here and this isn’t speculation. This is a fact. It’s also a fact that just like Shoot Nation, only three of your members are left standing--Tarah Nova, your “brother” Atem Octavian Amun-Ra and yourself. Out of the entire Ronin stable, people are not looking at you to win the entire thing. No, they’re looking at Atem. They’re looking at Tarah. In a way, that should light a fire underneath your butt and perform your heart out. Or, you can look at this and not care because why would anyone want to listen to Belle? What does Belle Kingsley have to say that is so noteworthy? To the eyes of most people, nothing. Nothing at all. I am approaching this match with no knowledge of you at all. I’m positive that it’s the same thing the other way around. In a way, that plays to our advantage because it allows us to be prepared for what the other has to dish out.

There is a part of me that admires you in a way, Endeavor. You are a man who has been through hell and back and still, you remain with the same attitude. Your story breaks my heart and there is no way I could have lived your life. There is no way I could go through one terrible thing that you went through. Besides all of that, I find some respect and admiration. You are a self-taught wrestler who learned his craft from backyard wrestling to the wrestling ring in Japan. You are someone who had the money and fame and yet, you found yourself victimized by all the drugs and sex. You went through a marriage, child, divorce, and prison and yet, you were able to change your life around. You were able to find the good in this world and get your foot back into a wrestling ring. That is admirable and inspiring. Just think about what if you were able to win this entire tournament? A wrestler who went through so much in his life was able to turn his life around and now, he is the Heavens Arena Cupholder! It would be such a cute and uplifting story to tell your kid one day. But unfortunately, that is not going to happen this weekend. As much as I hate to damper on a great story, I have to look forward to the semi-finals. After that, I can envision my moment of winning this tournament, but I can’t do that without defeating you first. You seem like a nice guy, but that’s not going to be enough for me to go easy on you this weekend.
André Virgo
on April 23rd 2018, 8:10 pmAndré Virgo

The noise tries to fill my thoughts like static to blur the image of my goal. My goals for both myself and my goals for Tres Comas Club. But my focus still remains clear and unmoved. I am responsible for the success of this group and all members, with exception to those who turn their back on us, are not above my forgiveness. Matias may have allowed himself to embarrass this faction before but this week is our chance at redeeming that error. There are so many people who want to question my leadership and question the status of Tres Comas Club but I am the leader of this club for a reason. I am the Alpha of Tres Comas and despite the vast amount of talent this club is home to, much of that talent is misguided and stubborn. Though in due time that will change. This week Matias Navarro will see, if he chooses to follow my direction, the strength that comes from my leadership when he finally topples his rivals in Phantom Troupe.

Aria Jaxon. John Doe. Whoever else they choose to bring to the ring with them, none can compare to what we bring to the table. Phantom Troupe acts as a gang of thugs who have no regard for the honor of this company. They are willing to do whatever it takes to win. Just take a look at two of their champions. Both CM Nas and Jaxon fled from their former place of employment to avoid losing their world championships and once they arrived in SSW they had to resort to underhanded tactics to bring the SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Championship to their court. They did not beat Jaydayne Pendragon, they overwhelmed him by bending the rules. It’s almost admirable the determination they have at dominating the roster despite their underwhelming performances. But unfortunately for them Tres Comas is no Shoot Nation. Jaydayne Pendragon is a talented and respected competitor, but in the face of such tactics he’s not prepared even with the assistance of Kawada. Look at myself and Navarro. With the amount of talent between the two of us it’s surprising that Brian Daniels would even allow us on the same team. Some might argue the same for Jaxon and Doe but it doesn’t hold up once you pull back the curtain. Tres Comas Club is fine, but Phantom Troupe? It seems like they have problems of their own.

Tres Comas problems? They’re visible and will easily be solved. Once Supremacy comes I’ll break GREED so violently that he will have no choice but to bend the knee and show respect to his leader. Then, all other pieces will fall into place. But your Judas seems to be more sly, aren’t they John Doe? Your Judas may very well be the woman you’ve trusted to hold one of the most prestigious prizes in this sport in the name of your faction? The woman you’re expected to trust against Navarro and myself.

Quite frankly it’s hard to know what to expect from the Phantom Troupe at the moment. But I prepare for everything. At your weakest we will conquer. At your strongest we will conquer. We have been overlooked in favor of the guerilla tactics that your group chooses to resort to for too long already. Controversy over my position or not, my goal stays the same. We will walk in the spotlight forcing all other factions into irrelevance. It can’t be stopped, it’s simply my destiny to bring greatness to Tres Comas and no-one, may they be champion, leader, man or woman, can stop me as they struggle to contain their shallow escaping breaths in the presence of….




Behind all of the smoke and mystery, John Doe is just a man. Behind her golden prizes, Aria Jaxon is just an idol. Myself and my faction members, we’re only the best that money can buy. Everyone has a price, and with the funds of Tres Comas Club there’s not a price we can’t afford. So if Aria Jaxon and John Doe really were as good as people think wouldn’t they be in Tres Comas Club and not Phantom Troupe? I know you might say that money isn’t everything but if you honestly believe that then it just means you don’t know what it’s like not to have money. Money is everything. Even when I look into the depths of the universe and see that nothing matters it’s clear that the things our miniscule lives depend on are rooted in one singular thing. The root of Tres Comas Club is the root of life itself. From what I’ve seen, the root of Phantom Troupe?


No coward is any match for…



on April 14th 2018, 3:54 amMiltiades
The Heir

(The camera opens to a bright light. The view is of the sand dunes that cascade the place, spanning for miles and miles. The sun beats down on the dunes and the waves of heat come off of it. The camera pans to the left a man stands on top of a dune, his face covered by a cloth scarf and face wrap. He wears goggles over his eyes, and a khaki get up with a vest. He makes his way down the dune, the camera comes up to him.)

Thy Kingdom has come. Do you see in front of you the future. It is as bright as the sun we stand in, and it is as burning as the baking heat of the desert. What you see out here is as far as it’s spread, and what you can make out on the horizon is by far not even half it’s hold on the world. Strong Style Wrestling, that name means little to me because I have yet to step foot into the stronghold. Yet you know what that makes me excited. Because looking out here, looking at what could be given and what could be taken in the blink of the eye just means that I have nothing more than anything to give. I want it all, and I will have it all because that’s just what I come to do. I come to make people realize the splendor, the magnificence that is I, Miltiades. The name doesn’t ring a bell to many, and I don’t blame you. An old Greek General by that name used to have rule back then, but now the name, the title has it’s own person to help bring back prestige. Miltiades, Red Earth, and self-proclaimed Augustus of a NEW World. That’s who I am, that’s what you’re going to know me as, that’s what you’re going to proclaim as well when the end comes. You may not think so now, but so does everyone in the beginning. They don’t believe hype when they hear of it, they don’t believe anything that comes to mind to them because they are busy with the complacency of their lives. That rut they walk, that path they keep coming across is the same thing every day. Day in, day out, you have people walking, you have them scavenging, you have them lost. Lost and looking for a leader. Like the Canaanites who wandered the desert, just like lemmings who throw their lives away, these people will wither. They will continue doing what they do best and that’s be sheep in this world. And every sheep needs a good Shepherd. And you know what, Strong Style Wrestling is my herd. I am absolutely intrigued by the factions, because all I see are people who will catapult me to the top, and will try to take me down as well. And that’s great, that’s the energy I thrive. That’s the energy I want when it comes to making something a living hell.

(Miltiades walks past the camera and it follows him. Behind the camera was a vehicle that helped Miltiades make it this far in the desert. They drive, for a few minutes before seeing a city on the Horizon. Miltiades stops and gets out of the jeep just on the outskirts, where you could make out the skyline. Many skyscrapers, many buildings elegantly dotted the sky. Dubai, a world of increasing technological advances stood in front of them, and to Miltiades all it is, is another part of the world that continues to grow and yet pales in comparison to his reach.)

You see this, Dubai stands in front of you and from what you could see, you would never think of how big it is until you get into the heart. From here you could see everything. The span of the city all captured just in one eye view. That’s what’s in store of SSW, that’s what’s in store when I get power. You see my reach is ever expanding, my reach is every grasping, and when push comes to shove, my reach is all that it takes to make something mine. These factions are an extension of me. They are who I am, and who I can be. Ronin, Phantom Troupe, Shoot Nation, and my home faction Tres Comas Club. We are seen as the men who will do anything for money. While that’s true in some regard you need to look at it in a way that makes us all united. People always say money is the root of all evil, and assume we are evil. But people always say Money is Power, but never call us powerful. It is futile to have one without the other and when you realize this, you realize Money is power, and those who claim it, are powerful. I don’t know much of my faction mates, nor do I think I ever will. But all I know is that with them, power is all on our mind. Whether it be the inescapable grasp of greed, the ever-shadowing presence of power, or even the mind numbing alteration of excellence, we will work toward the goal of power. Shoot Nation, you stand in front of that mission and you stand as you always will and I don’t blame you. The very chilling anticipation of power is all around us. It’s just a matter of who will take it, and who will be taken by it. Apparition, you speak swift and soft and no doubt your actions are the opposite, loud and hurtful. I wouldn’t expect any less.

However let me tell you something. You lump me in with Tres Comas not by what I’ve said, but by what you think. I do think that my line makes me the next Augustus, but not through inbreeding like you say. But by earning it. My line, has shown me strength, it has shown me pride, and it has shown me that I my specimen is something of great importance. I have earned the right to call myself Augustus, I have earned the right to have you kneel before me, and I have earned the right to be given respect when I ask for it. You may not think, you may think I’m just another blow hard saying whatever he wants to get his point across. And while at this point you may be right, you are not right after it. Because unlike others you may have had the chance of facing, you’ve never actually met me, nor I you. And that’s exciting, that’s a challenge, and that’s another reason why I’m going to win. You fight with honor and I respect that, but I fight for chance because it makes me know and makes you see the true being I am at my core. That I am actually a person worth reverence, that I am a person worth remember, and that I am a person worth obeying. You may not obey me now, but you will soon. And I’ll be waiting for the apology of judging me before you even have the chance to meet me. And soon, so will others when you become the first example of what I can do to them.

(Miltiades gets in the jeep and heads toward Dubai. The dust picks up and throws sand in the camera and as the dust settles, the jeep is nowhere to scene. Fade to Black)
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