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Scene: Backstage, dimly lit locker room. Sir Lionel de Montbar kneels in front of a small medieval scroll from Medieval England hung on the wall, reciting old prayers. Across from him, Kim Jong Un’s son,

Even though his eyes were closed, his whole world spun. The deafening sounds of the crowd, the shuffling of the riot police, and the wail of sirens cascaded into his pounding skull. His eyes fluttered

​ Bold stumbled backstage. The battle took a toll on him. Had it not been for the powerful effects of the Yokai blood, he would have faltered and handed over his first title to Takoma Sato. He limped towards

The Mongolian was victorious, and his victory couldn’t taste sweeter. He stood over his slumped opponent, the cyborg couldn’t stand tall any longer. In a short period, Bold went from losing handily to

Lionel had been victorious, overcoming immense odds in the process. His opponent was talented and larger than life. If Lionel hadn’t managed to use his resilience in the ring, he was certain he could have

The Mongolian warrior sat at a secluded table at the newly established bar underneath the Tokyo Dome, his Submission Title displayed pridefully as a centerpiece. The battle had worn on him greatly, his

Lionel rubbed his neck and nursed his ribs. It was a rather long carriage ride after the carnage that was the great Slam of Ultra 2, despite the carriage moving at speeds much faster than any others he

Ultimate Wrestling: The Shadows of Tokyo: A Crimson Midnight

Sir Lionel de Montbar sat tending to his righteous wounds within the blood works. He was not disgraced after his defeat. He fought hard and well in the gladiatorial ring. Now there was none that could

The bell’s ringing filled the air, drowned out in cheers for the group, but these were only cheers for Valora. The bloodthirsty crowd cared little for Bold or for his team mates, they were just an extension

Thoughts flew through the Mongolian’s mind as fast as the blood left his jugular. The steel chair, the humiliation in front of the crowd, that… that Thing that bit him, tearing his throat out. He stumbled

The house shook under the detonation, debris falling from buildings nearby. Flames crackled and sparked across the street from the residence. The house was completely in disarray and crumbled under the

Ultimate Wrestling is a fictional dark universe in a declining America where wrestling is real and characters are larger then life.

Images went through the Mongolian’s mind. WENDE, the War, his Mandolin, his ancestors, his gods. The dream was delirious, memories, visions, and predictions flying through his mind from the toxic substance

The Mongolian's eyes opened and closed a few times, drifting in and out of consciousness. He saw people moving around him, and the blaring nightcore music of his victorious opponent, and thereby, of his

Ultimate Wrestling is a fictional universe where wrestlers are like comic book heroes.

Click here for Part: 1: Click here for Part 2: Holly Hudson: Damas y caballeros, ¿están listos para nuestro evento principal de la noche? ¡Nuestro último partido de esta noche es también un partido de

Ultimate Wrestling is a fictional universe where wrestlers are like comic book heroes.

Tequila or cheap beer. There is nothing familiar in this arid land, the stale air, the heat, the crowd, and the macho are all different here than home. The only thing that is the same is the stench of