In the shadowed embrace of the Pyramid of Giza, Pharaoh Akhenaten, resurrected from the sands of time, moved with an ethereal grace that belied his millennia-long slumber. Cloaked in the vestments of his ancient reign, he navigated the labyrinthine corridors with a spectral silence, barely disturbing the age-old dust that lay thick upon the stone. The security personnel, modern guardians of this ancient marvel, remained oblivious to the ghostly sovereign that slipped through their midst like a whisper of forgotten history.
Akhenaten's crown, a relic of divine craftsmanship, housed a singular crystal pulsing with a light unseen yet palpable. This crystal, a beacon of his unearthly patronage, guided him to a portal unseen by the eyes of mere mortals. This secret door had evaded the scrutiny of archeologists and adventurers alike. With a mere touch, the stone yielded, revealing a passage delving deep into the earth's cryptic bosom, leading to realms undreamed by modern minds.
The Pharaoh's journey inward was fraught with perils that would have spelled doom for any soul less venerable. Ancient traps, remnants of a bygone era when such mechanisms were the height of ingenuity, lay in wait. Yet, they were but child's play to one such as Akhenaten, who treaded their deadly designs with an otherworldly foresight, his every step an echo of the cosmic dance he had once performed under Aten's watchful gaze.
Deeper, he ventured into the heart of the earth, where the Hall of Records awaited, shrouded in the mists of time. This sanctuary, a nexus of alien intellect and divine wisdom, sprawled beneath the stoic gaze of the Great Sphinx, its existence a whispered legend amongst those who dared to dream beyond the veil of reality. In this cathedral of knowledge, the lines between the material and the ethereal blurred, the air thick with the electric hum of ancient machinations.
As Akhenaten entered this sanctum of celestial lore, the ambient light coalesced around the crest of his crown, activating the alien mechanisms that lay dormant for eons. The hall came alive with an eldritch luminescence, illuminating texts, and tomes that contained the secrets of the cosmos, inscribed in a language that danced before the Pharaoh's eyes like fireflies in a moonless desert night.
In this moment of reconnection with the divine, Akhenaten's mind became a vessel for visions of cosmic scope. Aten, the god-like entity from whom he had once gleaned the mysteries of creation, manifested before him in a kaleidoscope of celestial light, a form both awe-inspiring and unfathomable. The communion was silent, yet it spoke volumes, transcending the boundaries of time and space.
Through this ethereal dialogue, images of desecration and theft assaulted Akhenaten's consciousness. He saw the defilement of his eternal rest, his temple plundered, and the orb—his sacred conduit to the divine—stolen by hands unworthy of its power. Vlad Tepes, a name as foreign to his tongue as the concept of mercy was to his current disposition, emerged as the architect of this sacrilege.
With a resolve as unyielding as the stone that entombed him, Akhenaten knew the path ahead. To reclaim the orb was to restore the balance, to right the cosmic scales that had been so grievously tipped. The journey would be fraught with challenges, both ancient and modern. Still, for one such as he, who had walked with gods and commanded the sands, there was no obstacle insurmountable.
The Pharaoh's quest had begun anew, a tale of vengeance and redemption woven into the fabric of the universe. This narrative would span the chasm between the ancient world and the frenetic pulse of the modern age.
As "Bitter Rival" by Sleigh Bells blared through the speakers, the screen lit up with the dynamic logo of Ultimate Wrestling Showdown, pulsating to the beat of the music. The scene then transitioned to the Tokyo Dome, now a beacon of entertainment amidst the global uncertainty of the Blovid-13 pandemic. The upper tiers were filled with essential workers, a gesture of gratitude from the Japanese government, all clad in N95 masks and eagerly waving signs, creating a mosaic of support and anticipation.
The camera swept across the arena, capturing the vibrant energy before settling on the announcer's desk. There, Chris Rodgers, the seasoned color commentator with a career as storied and complex as the sport, sat with an air of anticipation. Next to him was Scott Slade, the move-by-move commentator whose passion for wrestling was matched only by his commitment to overcoming personal adversities. Completing the trio was Kenjiro Tanaka, the announcer whose deep reverence for Japanese wrestling traditions brought a unique perspective to the broadcast.
Chris Rodgers: Good evening, wrestling fans across the globe! You're tuned into the inaugural episode of Ultimate Wrestling Showdown, coming to you live from the historic Tokyo Dome. I'm Chris Rodgers, joined by the insightful Scott Slade and the legendary Kenjiro Tanaka. Gentlemen, we're making history tonight!
Scott Slade: Absolutely, Chris. The energy in the Tokyo Dome is electric, and we've got a lineup that will blow the roof off this place. Wrestling fans, you're in for a treat!
Kenjiro Tanaka: Indeed. It's an honor to showcase the prowess and spirit of wrestling, especially here in Japan. Tonight, we celebrate the resilience of this sport and its warriors.
Chris Rodgers: You got the right Tanaka! Tonight, many new Ultimate Wrestling roster members make their debut! Our first match tonight is between Liu Yan from China and Riko Matsumoto of Japan!
Scott Slade: Then those weird twins, the "Twilight Titans," take on the new Russian team of Mikhail Mordokrov and Svetlana Kazakov, and they call themselves the Tsar's Tormentors, which, I think is in poor taste considering the war taking place between Russian and Ukraine.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Is Putin not a tormentor? If these two see the word through the Tsar's eyes, then I have no doubt they are here to show why Russia is a superpower not to be taken lightly.
Chris Rodgers: Enough with the propaganda! Right after that contest, that crazy bastard Lionel Montbar takes Olga Pavlova, and ladies and gentlemen, if you young children watching or are squeamish, you may want to look away when this big broad makes her way to the stage. I've never been more repulsed in my life!
Scott Slade: Damn it, Chris! You can't say stuff like that anymore! It's sexist.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Your old American Gaijin co-host is right. Pavlova is a hideous, fat Gaijin Russian woman. I almost vomited in my mouth when it released gas near me backstage this morning!
Chris Rodgers: We're just stating the obvious, Scotty. The woman weighs over four hundred pounds, and I don't think I've ever seen her not eating!
Scott Slade: Jesus... alright, let's move on! We have two Ultimate Wrestling title belts on the line here tonight. Abbigail Dresden defends her Young Blood Title Belt against Eun-Young from North Korea.
Chris Rodgers: I still can't believe we're allowing these North Koreans on our roster after what they did to us!
Kenjiro Tanaka: North Korean SCUM! They should have never been allowed to step foot in Japan! How this happened is a mystery to me! I hope this Dresden knows what she's up against because Han is like a dangerous animal!
Scott Slade: Well, Tae-Hyun Lim was fined for his attack on you, Chris, and Valora last week during Friday Night Clash. I hear he's pissed about it too.
Chris Rodgers: Money in Mudcocks pocket doesn't make the back of my skull and neck feel better. I mean, look at me! I look like I got his by car with this stupid neck brace around my neck! His ass should have been fired!
Scott Slade: Be that as it may, Devin Zeagal has decided against dismissal.
Chris Rodgers: All that washed-up Hollywood bastard cares about is ratings!
Scott Slade: Speaking of ratings! Be sure to watch our main event tonight! None More Balck defends the Ultimate Wrestling Tag Team Titles against the original Russian tag team "The Red Fury." A rematch from Ultra Slam 2!
Chris Rodgers: Scott, I'm getting word from Miyu that we were about to start with our first evening match!
The live feed cut to the sexy and elegant Miyu standing in the center of the wrestling ring with the Showdown logo printed across the wrestling mat. With fans' anticipation growing, she began to tell them about the first match.
Miyu Kojima: The following contest is a Young Blood division match, and it is set for one fall! Introducing first from Chengdu, China, weighing in at 162 pounds and standing at a height of five feet, seven inches, she is the Judo Dragon, Liu Yan!
"Dragons Flight" by Li Jing hit the sound system as the muscular and fierce-looking Liu Yan walked onto the stage to a series of Chinese red pyrotechnics. The Japanese fans booed her heavily as she gave the universal sign language for them to all go fuck themselves very clearly before making her way down the ramp and through the aisle way. Once inside the ring, Referee Bob Sigro spoke with her as she made her way to the corner of the ring. Yan's music was cut off, and "Riot" by Tokyo Blade Runners hit the sound system, causing the Japanese fans to get to their feet and roar with support for the hometown hero.
Miyu Kojima: Her opponent hails from Tokyo, Japan! Weighing in at 129 pounds and standing at a height of five feet, five inches! Streetwise Riko! Matsumoto!!!
Chris Rodgers: Wow, listen to these fans! They love this little spunky girl.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Spunk is right, Rodgers. Matsumoto is known throughout Japan as a rising young superstar in AAPW until she lost to the legendary Tatsu Hime and was fired unceremoniously. Had she won, Hime would have had to unmask, which could have etched Riko's name into the book of Japanese legends.
Scott Slade: Fantastic insight! Thank you, Mr. Tanaka!
As Riko Matsumoto, the embodiment of Tokyo's relentless spirit, made her vibrant entrance, the Tokyo Dome was awash with cheers. Her energy was palpable, starkly contrasting to Liu Yan's stoic demeanor. The two faced off in the ring, their differing backgrounds and fighting styles promising an explosive match-up.
Chris Rodgers: These two look quick and agile, but their fighting backgrounds differ.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Indeed, Rodgers-san. Riko's agility and innovative offense are her greatest assets. Still, she must be wary of Liu Yan's technical prowess and ability to counter high-flying maneuvers with her judo throws.
Scott Slade: And let's not forget, both competitors are making their Ultimate Wrestling debut tonight. They'll be looking to make a statement, to stand out in a roster full of seasoned veterans and hungry newcomers.
As the bell rang, Riko wasted no time, using her speed to keep Liu Yan off balance. She darted around the ring, launching a series of quick strikes that showcased her agility. However, Liu Yan remained unfazed, her eyes tracking Riko's every move, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
Chris Rodgers: Look at Riko go; she's like a whirlwind, but she'll need more than speed to get past the Judo Dragon.
Yan's patience paid off as she caught one of Riko's kicks. She used her judo expertise to execute a flawless "Dragon's Sweep," taking Riko to the mat. The crowd gasped as Riko quickly rolled away, springing back to her feet with a resilience that spoke volumes about her street-forged toughness.
Scott Slade: Liu Yan's judo skills are on full display here, but Riko's not one to be easily subdued. Her ability to bounce back from those takedowns is impressive!
Kenjiro Tanaka: Matsumoto's resilience is commendable. However, she must find a way to neutralize Yan's judo advantage. Perhaps focusing on strikes and keeping the match at a pace Yan can't control.
Riko seemed to take this advice to heart, albeit unknowingly, as she increased the match's tempo. She unleashed a flurry of strikes, forcing Liu Yan to defend rather than attack. Spotting an opening, Riko executed a dazzling "Alleyway Ambush," her running knee strike connecting with Yan's jaw and sending her stumbling back.
Chris Rodgers: What a move by Riko! That's the "Alleyway Ambush," and it landed perfectly. Liu Yan needs to shake off the cobwebs fast, or she's in trouble.
Seizing the moment, Riko climbed the turnbuckle, her eyes on Liu Yan. With the crowd's cheers fueling her, Riko launched herself for a high-flying maneuver. But Liu Yan, ever the tactician, rolled away at the last second, leaving Riko to crash onto the mat.
Scott Slade: High risk, and this time, there is no reward for Riko. Liu Yan's ring awareness saved her from a potential knockout blow.
Chris Rodgers: Hey, no risk it, no biskit.
Both competitors were quick to their feet, but Liu Yan capitalized on Riko's misstep. She kicked Riko back down onto the mat, grabbed both her legs, and locked Riko in a tight "Great Wall" Lion Tamer submission, putting immense pressure on Riko's lower back. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as Riko fought through the pain, inching her way toward the ropes.
Kenjiro Tanaka: This is a critical moment for Riko. The "Great Wall" is a devastating move, but if anyone can escape, it's the streetwise fighter from Tokyo.
Chris Rodgers: This is a different variation of the same move Nygma used to defeat Barsa at Friday Night Clash last week. She's got to get to the ropes!
With a final push fueled by sheer will and the roaring support of the home crowd, Riko reached the ropes, forcing Liu Yan to break the hold. Both wrestlers took a moment to regroup, their breathing heavy, their determination undimmed.
Feeling the effects of the "Great Wall," Riko used the ropes to pull herself up, her gaze fixed on Liu Yan with a renewed fire. Yan approached, confident from nearly securing a submission victory, but Riko's street smarts came into play. With a sudden burst of energy, Riko sidestepped and sent Yan into the turnbuckle with a well-timed push.
Scott Slade: That's the cunning of "Streetwise Riko" we're seeing. She's using her environment to her advantage, and it's paying off!
Riko didn't let up. She followed up with rapid forearm smashes to Yan's back, each hit echoing through the Tokyo Dome. Riko pulled Yan from the corner, setting her up for a high-impact move. With a swift motion, she executed a perfect "Shakedown Suplex," driving Yan into the mat with authority.
Chris Rodgers: "Shakedown Suplex"! Riko's not just about high-flying moves; she's showing she can mix it up with the best of them on the mat, too.
Riko went for the cover, hooking Yan's leg as the referee slid into position. The crowd counted along, but Yan powered out after a one-count, showing her resilience. Riko, undeterred, quickly got to her feet, signaling to the crowd that she was far from finished.
Kenjiro Tanaka: A quick kick-out by Liu Yan, but Riko Matsumoto keeps the pressure on. She understands that momentum in a match like this is crucial.
Sensing an opportunity to showcase her street fighting skills, Riko pulled Yan up and whipped her into the ropes. As Yan rebounded, Riko prepared for her signature "Backstreet Bounce." However, Yan, ever the adept competitor, caught on and countered with a swift "Kata Guruma," momentarily turning the tides.
Scott Slade: Liu Yan's not out of this yet! That "Kata Guruma" was beautifully executed, but Riko's resilience is something else. She's already stirring!
Both competitors were quick to their feet, a testament to their will to win this pivotal match. Now wary of Yan's judo prowess, Riko opted for a more unorthodox approach. She feigned a high kick to roll Yan up in a small package pin, catching Yan off guard.
Chris Rodgers: Look at that! Riko's using every trick in the book. She's willing to do whatever it takes to gain the upper hand.
The referee counted, "One! Two!" but Yan managed to escape at the last second, much to the crowd's disappointment. Both wrestlers rose, mutual respect evident in their eyes, but the fire to win burned brighter than ever.
Kenjiro Tanaka: This match is a rollercoaster of emotions and skills. "Streetwise Riko" and "The Judo Dragon" Liu Yan are showcasing why they belong here in Ultimate Wrestling Showdown.
As the match progressed, Liu Yan showcased her judo mastery, effectively countering Riko Matsumoto's agile assaults. With a series of deft maneuvers, Yan started to dominate the center of the ring, grounding the high-flying Riko with strategic throws and holds that highlighted her technical prowess.
Chris Rodgers: Looks like Liu Yan is starting to take control here. Her judo background comes into play, neutralizing Riko's speed and agility.
Scott Slade: Yan's strategy is clear; she's slowing the pace, methodically wearing Riko down. It's a smart move against a high-energy opponent like Riko.
Yan's dominance continued as she executed a perfectly timed "Tomoe Nage," sending Riko crashing to the mat. The impact left Riko dazed, allowing Yan to capitalize with targeted strikes, each drawing a reaction from the crowd.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Liu Yan is in her element. She's using her judo techniques defensively and offensively, putting Riko on the back foot.
Yan seemed poised to secure a decisive advantage, but the match turned unexpectedly. Riko dodged one of Yan's strikes in a desperate bid to regain momentum, using her agility to push Yan over the top rope and out of the ring.
Chris Rodgers: And Yan's out of the ring! This could be the opening Riko needed. She's not going to let this opportunity slip by.
True to her streetwise moniker, Riko wasted no time following Yan outside, where the environment played to her strengths. She immediately launched into a barrage of strikes, using the ringside area to her advantage. A vicious elbow strike sent Yan reeling into the barricade, followed by a swift kick that knocked her into the steel steps with a resounding clang.
Scott Slade: This is where Riko shines. Outside the ring, it's her territory, and she's using every bit of it to take the fight to Yan.
Riko's relentless assault continued as she slammed Yan's head against the ring post, each impact echoing through the arena.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Riko's street fighting skills are on full display. She's turning the tide, using the ring post, the barricades, and the steel steps as weapons against Yan.
Scott Slade: Reminds me of Valora a little.
With the referee's count approaching its limit, Riko showed her ring awareness by rolling Yan back into the ring, breaking the count at the last moment. The crowd roared in approval, fully engaged in the dramatic shift in momentum.
Chris Rodgers: Riko's not just tough; she's smart. She knows and uses the rules to her advantage, ensuring this match stays alive and doesn't end in a double disqualification.
After rolling Yan back into the ring to avoid a count-out, Riko wasted no time maintaining her offensive momentum. With Yan flat on the mat, Riko began a relentless assault, stomping down on her with a ferocity that echoed her street-fighting background. Each stomp was targeted and precise, aimed at wearing Yan down further and preventing any form of counterattack.
Chris Rodgers: Riko's taking it to Yan here, not giving her a moment's respite. Those stomps are vicious!
With the crowd roaring in approval, Riko seemed to feed off their energy, her intensity growing with each strike. Sensing an opportunity to escalate her attack, she glanced towards the top rope, a determined glint in her eye. The crowd's anticipation grew as Riko ascended the turnbuckle, her every move watched with bated breath.
Scott Slade: Riko's heading up top! This could be a game-changer if she lands whatever she's planning!
Kenjiro Tanaka: She is deadly from up on high, Slade-san. This could be, as you Americans say, "all she wrote" for the Chinese Gaijin!
Positioned high above the ring, Riko took a moment to steady herself, the crowd's cheers reaching a fever pitch. With Yan still prone on the mat, Riko launched herself into the air, executing a high-risk maneuver. She soared through the Tokyo Dome air, aiming for a devastating diving elbow drop straight to Yan's chest.
Kenjiro Tanaka: She's flying! This could be the moment Riko's been waiting for!
Scott Slade: God damn!
The impact of Riko's elbow connecting with Yan's chest reverberated around the arena, a testament to the move's precision and power. Without wasting a second, Riko hooked Yan's leg for a pin, the referee sliding into position for the count.
Chris Rodgers: What an elbow drop! This could be it!
The referee's hand came down for the count, "One! Two!" But Yan summoned the strength to kick out at the last moment, leaving the crowd and Riko in disbelief.
Scott Slade: I can't believe it! Yan kicked out at the very last second! What's it going to take to keep her down?
Chris Rodgers: Just look at this, Liu Yan, Slade! She's all muscle! You don't get to look like that waiting for the bus! This woman must be in the gym day and night!
Scott Slade: All that training may have saved her right there!
Not one to dwell on a near fall, Riko quickly transitioned to her next move. She pulled the resilient Yan to her feet, locking in the "Concrete Clutch," her signature version of the Guillotine Choke. The submission hold was applied with precision, Riko's determination clear as she sought to end the match right then and there.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Riko's got the "Concrete Clutch" locked tightly! This might be the end for Yan!
The crowd watched in rapt attention as Yan struggled within the confines of the chokehold, her options dwindling. However, just when it seemed Yan was about to succumb, her training and strength came to the forefront. Yan powered out of the hold with a Herculean effort, showcasing her muscular prowess and judo background.
Chris Rodgers: Unbelievable! Yan powers out! This match is a testament to the resilience and strength of both competitors! We are getting spoiled here tonight with this opening contest!
Now free from the choke, Yan quickly created distance between herself and Riko. She then executed a sharp dropkick, giving herself a much-needed breather and momentarily halting Riko's onslaught.
Scott Slade: Yan's dropkick buys her some crucial breathing space. What a match this is turning out to be!
The fans, fully engaged and on the edge of their seats, reacted with a mix of boos and cheers. Some booed Yan's comeback, showing their support for Riko. In contrast, others couldn't help but respect the sheer tenacity displayed by both wrestlers. The match continued, each moment filled with the potential for victory or defeat, as Riko and Yan battled it out in the Ultimate Wrestling Showdown ring.
As the match climaxed, both competitors were visibly exhausted yet determined to secure the victory. Finding a second wind, Liu Yan unleashed a series of precise judo throws and strikes, gradually gaining the upper hand over Riko Matsumoto. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as Yan appeared to be inching closer to victory.
In a critical moment, Yan attempted a judo hip throw (Harai Goshi) to use Riko's momentum against her. However, Riko managed to counter at the last second, redirecting the motion and causing Yan to collide with Referee Bob Sigro inadvertently. The impact force sent Sigro tumbling out of the ring and onto the floor, leaving him temporarily incapacitated.
Chris Rodgers: Oh no, the referee's out! This could turn chaotic in an instant!
Seizing the opportunity presented by the absence of the referee's oversight, Riko quickly reached into her blue wrestling trunks, her actions concealed from the crowd. She pulled out a small bag of salt, a tactic reminiscent of her street-fighting days where anything goes.
Scott Slade: What's Riko up to? That looks like...is that salt?
With a swift motion, Riko flung the salt directly into Yan's eyes. The sudden assault left Yan disoriented and in agony, her hands instinctively going to her face in an attempt to clear her vision.
Kenjiro Tanaka: A blinding attack! CLASSIC RIKO! What she lacks in honor, she more than makes up for in ingenuity!
Scott Slade: That's blatant cheating!
Kenjiro Tanaka: She doesn't call herself the dirtiest bitch in the game for nothing, Slade-san! Muahahahah!
As Yan was temporarily incapacitated, Riko capitalized on the situation. She delivered a brutal kick aimed directly between Yan's legs right to the vaginal region, a move that, while effective, was unquestionably illegal. Surprisingly, the crowd found the whole thing incredibly exciting and cheered Riko on as he continued her vicious attack on the Chinese fighter.
Chris Rodgers: That's a low blow! Riko's pulling out all the stops, but at what cost?
Kenjiro Tanaka: Cost? There is no cost! She's going to win! Winning is all that matters!
With Yan reeling from the dual assaults, Riko wasted no time setting up for her next move. She grabbed Yan's head, positioning her for a devastating DDT. With precise execution, Riko drove Yan's head into the canvas, the impact echoing throughout the Tokyo Dome.
Scott Slade: A vicious DDT! Riko might have just secured the win with that one!
Referee Bob Sigro began to stir at this juncture, slowly returning into the ring, unaware of the underhanded tactics employed in his absence. As Sigro reentered the ring, Riko went for the pin, hooking Yan's leg in anticipation of victory.
Kenjiro Tanaka: The referee's back just in time for the count. Riko's plan is working out beautifully!
Still regaining his bearings, the referee dove to the mat to begin the count. "One! Two! Three!" The bell rang, signaling the end of the match, with Riko Matsumoto emerging as the victor under dubious circumstances.
Chris Rodgers: Riko wins, but this victory will certainly be marred by controversy.
Scott Slade: I hope Devin Zeagal was watching this. Some more fines might need to be handed out!
As Riko celebrated her win, the crowd's reaction was surprisingly positive. The hometown hero's victory was applauded by the Gaijin, even if it came in a dishonorable way. It was as if the crowd was expecting that behavior from Riko. Yan, still recovering in the ring, was visibly frustrated, the realization of what transpired dawning on her as she pieced the events together.
Scott Slade: What a match! But this rivalry is far from over. Yan will no doubt be seeking retribution after tonight's events.
The match's aftermath left the audience buzzing, and the controversial ending set the stage for future confrontations and added another chapter to the ongoing saga of Riko Matsumoto and Liu Yan in the Ultimate Wrestling Showdown.
Backstage at the Ultimate Wrestling showdown, the atmosphere was thick with tension and anticipation, a palpable buzz that only a post-match interview with a controversial winner like Riko Matsumoto could generate. With his reputation for delving deep and asking hard-hitting questions, Hiroshi Nakamura was ready to confront the night's victor. As the camera lights flickered on, Hiroshi didn't waste a moment.
Hiroshi Nakamura: Congratulations on your victory tonight, Riko. The match was fraught with unexpected developments, especially towards the end. Can you share your thoughts on your strategy during those final moments?
Still basking in the adrenaline of her win, Riko couldn't suppress a confident smirk.
Riko Matsumoto: Arigato, Hiroshi. Y'know, in the ring, ya gotta play with the cards ya dealt, right? The streets taught me to be sharp, grab any chance thrown my way. That's what I did out there.
Undeterred by Riko's evasive reply, Hiroshi pressed on, seeking clarity amidst the controversy.
Hiroshi Nakamura: Indeed, the incident where the referee was inadvertently removed from the ring was pivotal. What happened when you realized there were no eyes to judge the match?
For a fleeting moment, Riko's facade of confidence wavered under Hiroshi's incisive questioning but quickly recovered, her answer infused with the defiant spirit she was known for.
Riko Matsumoto: When that happened, it was like instinct kickin' in, y'know? Where I come from, we don't get do-overs. Saw my window, and I took it. It ain't all clean and pretty, but hey, it gets me where I need to be.
Hiroshi, undaunted, ventured further, touching upon the delicate subject of Riko's methods and their implications on her hard-fought victory.
Hiroshi Nakamura: Your determination and skill are undeniable, Riko. However, does the employment of such... unconventional tactics not concern you? Might it not cast a shadow over your achievements?
Riko's composure momentarily faltered, the weight of Hiroshi's question hanging heavily in the air. Her journey from the unforgiving streets of Tokyo to the wrestling ring had been marked by relentless battles, both within and outside the ring.
Riko Matsumoto: Look, Hiroshi, I've been fightin' my whole life for a speck of respect, for a shot at getting out of the gutter and into a penthouse. Maybe tonight's moves were illegal, but that's wrestling for ya—it's my battleground. I'm here to prove I ain't just some pushover; I'm here to carve out my space. It's about survivin and how you make the paper', not just how pretty the fight looks. The prize money is coming home with me tonight, not Yan. If yan
As Hiroshi concluded the interview, the tension in the air slowly dissipated, leaving Riko in the dim backstage light, pondering the path she'd chosen. The fine line between victory and integrity, redemption and compromise, loomed large in the quiet aftermath of her win.
In the electric atmosphere of the Tokyo Dome, the stage was set for a tag team match that promised to be nothing short of epic. The air was thick with anticipation, the crowd buzzing with energy, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the combatants.
First to make their entrance were the formidable duo from Russia, Mikhail Mordokrov, "Chernyy Kostyor," and Svetlana Kazakova, "Chyornaya Vedma." Their presence alone commanded attention, their aura steeped in the mystique and might of their homeland. As the chilling strains of "Soviet March" filled the arena, a remix that evoked the grandeur and intimidation of Soviet-era anthems, the duo emerged, shrouded in an air of cold, calculated menace.
Chris Rodgers: Good lord. Would you get a look at Mordokrov's face and skin? What the hell happened to this guy?
Scott Slade: Chris is not politically correct to make comments like that about burn victims.
Chris Rodgers: The guy looks like he was burnt to a crisp and then hired a tattoo artist to go to town on him, and you don't want me to comment on it?
Kenjiro Tanaka: You Americans are so stupid. This man suffered from a rare disease known as Steven Johnson syndrome. It's where your body's immune system attacks your skin. It causes all of your skin to fall off, and you must live in a bubble for a year until it heals and grows back.
Scott Slade: Good God... I had no idea. Chris, it's even worse to make fun of him for a medical problem!
Chris Rodgers: I didn't even know that was a thing, Slade! It sounds horrifically painful, though.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Oh yes, Rodgers-san, it drives most people into madness. I can already tell this is a man with incalculable pain tolerance. The Tattoo over his scared skin was most likely a walk-in-the-park comparison.
Chris Rodgers: Well, he still looks frightening, and I think that's what he's going for. Good thing the Titans are too stupid to be afraid, or else this might be a short match.
Miyu Kojima: Weighing in at a combined 445 pounds, standing tall and imposing, from the heart of Russia, Moscow, please welcome Mikhail Mordokrov, "Chernyy Kostyor," and Svetlana Kazakova, "Chyornaya Vedma"!
The Russian pair strode to the ring with a purpose, their eyes fixed on the prize, embodying the resilience and power of a nation known for its unyielding spirit. The Japanese fans booed them heavily as they descended the aisle and entered the ring. Bob Sigro attempted to speak with them, but the Russian pair stared at him with scowled looks.
Then, the atmosphere shifted as the enigmatic and awe-inspiring figures of Tarrasque 933 and Tarrasque 725, collectively known as the Twilight Titans, entered. The air grew heavy with a sense of impending doom as "Instruments of Destruction" by NRG thundered through the speakers, heralding the arrival of these genetic marvels. Accompanied by their domineering and strategically minded manager, Ms. Davenport, the Titans were a sight to behold, their towering forms casting long shadows that seemed to swallow the light.
Miyu Kojima: And their opponents, weighing in at a staggering combined weight of 758 pounds, hailing from parts unknown, the awe-inspiring giants, Tarrasque 933 and Tarrasque 725, the Twilight Titans!
The crowd was transfixed as the Twilight Titans made their way to the ring, their sheer size and presence a testament to the wonders and horrors of genetic experimentation. Ms. Davenport, with her commanding presence, seemed to orchestrate their every move, her keen mind undoubtedly formulating strategies that would leverage their raw power to devastating effect.
As the Twilight Titans took their positions, the tension in the arena was palpable. Undaunted by the physical disparity, the Russian duo stood their ground, their resolve as firm as the iron will of their homeland.
The referee, aware of the volatile mixture of raw power and cunning intellect in the ring, took a moment to ensure all was in order before signaling for the bell. The crowd held its breath, the anticipation reaching a fever pitch as the combatants eyed each other across the ring, each pair ready to unleash hell for the glory of victory. A "Titans" chant began to pick up by the Japanese fans who wished to see the unpopular Russians crushed by them. Then suddenly, with a sharp clang of the bell, the match was underway, the fate of these warriors hanging in the balance, their stories about to unfold in the squared circle.
As the bell rang, signaling the start of the match, Mikhail Mordokrov stood across the ring from the towering figures of the Twilight Titans, Tarrasque 933 and Tarrasque 725. The contrast between the teams was stark: raw power and size on one side, strategic intelligence and brutality on the other.
The match commenced with Mikhail Mordokrov, known as "Chernyy Kostyor," squaring off against Tarrasque 933. With a cold glint in his eye, the Russian behemoth circled the ring, sizing up his massive opponent. Tarrasque 933, driven by primal instinct, lunged toward Mikhail with a thunderous roar, attempting to corner him with his sheer bulk.
Scott Slade: Oh boy! Here we go; this could get out of hand incredibly fast!
Chris Rodgers: Those two Titans might be our roster's strongest wrestlers.
Scott Slade: Without a doubt, Chris.
Kenjiro Tanaka: You Americans learn nothing. Did Riko not prove in the previous match that strength is no match for intellect? My money is on the Russians. Does anyone want to bet on a steak dinner?
Chris Rodgers: You're on Tanaka! You have no idea what these two Titans are capable of!
Mikhail, utilizing his KGB-honed reflexes, danced away from the lumbering charges of Tarrasque 933. He aimed a series of swift jabs at the Titan's torso, each strike calculated to test the giant's defenses. Tarrasque 933, frustrated by the elusive Russian, swung wildly, his massive fists cutting through the air with force enough to fall a lesser man.
Seizing an opportunity, Mikhail ducked under a particularly aggressive swing. He countered with the "Stalin Stunner," a swinging flatliner that momentarily disoriented the giant. Tarrasque 933 stumbled back, unaccustomed to such precision in an opponent's attack.
Scott Slade: Oh man! Stalin Stunner! I don't think 933 even saw it coming!
Kenjiro Tanaka: Hahaha! I can taste that Wagyu beef steak dinner already!
Chris Rodgers: Wagyu beef? Who do you think I am, Rupert Mudcock? I can't afford that!
Kenjiro Tanaka: Then you should have specified! Haha!
Svetlana Kazakova, "Chyornaya Vedma," tagged in seamlessly, demonstrating the Russians' strategic cohesion. She launched herself at Tarrasque 933 with a "Moscow Missile," her missile dropkick connecting squarely with the Titan's chest, forcing him to tag in his partner, Tarrasque 725.
Undeterred by the fresh Titan, Svetlana met him with a flurry of crucifix elbows, targeting his neck and shoulders. Tarrasque 725, confused and pained, attempted to retaliate with a simple but powerful bear hug, aiming to crush Svetlana with his overwhelming strength.
However, Svetlana's agility shone through as she wriggled free, delivering a spinning knife-edge chop that echoed through the arena. The impact barely fazed Tarrasque 725, but the succession of strikes began to wear him down.
Mikhail tagged back in, and the Russians executed a series of rapid tags, keeping their opponents off-balance. Mikhail, with a sadistic grin, locked Tarrasque 725 in a "Gulag Lock," the Rivera cloverleaf straining the Titan's massive legs. Tarrasque 725's low growls filled the arena as he struggled against the hold, his limited intellect unable to find a counter.
Scott Slade: The Gulag Lock is one of the most painful maneuvers in wrestling. 725 is really in trouble here.
Kenjiro Tanaka: The move can be reversed, but not by a lemming like this.
Ms. Davenport, at ringside, was visibly frustrated, her charges' lack of strategy evident. She shouted instructions, but the situation's complexity seemed lost on the Titans. The Russians exploited this, with Svetlana delivering a devastating "Volga Vengeance" to Tarrasque 725 as he was released, further disorienting the colossal wrestler.
As Tarrasque 725 reeled from the "Volga Vengeance," Mordokrov saw an opening and swiftly tagged Svetlana back in. They coordinated like a well-oiled machine, their combined might and intellect dominating the match. With a cold stare, Svetlana beckoned Tarrasque 933 into the ring, a clear strategy forming in her and Mikhail's minds.
Tarrasque 933, still dazed from earlier, lumbered forward, his movements sluggish. Svetlana danced around him, her strikes precise and calculated. She aimed for the joints, a tactic that further slowed the giant. The crowd watched in awe as the smaller Svetlana managed to outmaneuver the colossal Tarrasque 933, her agility and combat prowess on full display.
Chris Rodgers: Look at Svetlana go! She's like a wolf nipping at a bear, agile and relentless.
Scott Slade: But let's remember, even a bear has its day. The Titans might be down, but they're not out.
Kenjiro Tanaka: A bear, Slade-san? More like a lumbering ox, too dim-witted to understand the battle's flow.
The match's tide seemed to turn when Tarrasque 933, driven by instinct rather than strategy, managed to corner Svetlana with a sudden burst of speed. With a guttural roar, he attempted a massive power slam, aiming to crush Svetlana beneath his immense weight. The crowd gasped, anticipating the impact.
But Svetlana, ever the warrior, twisted mid-air, landing behind Tarrasque 933 with feline grace. She quickly tagged in Mikhail, who had been biding his time, observing the Titan's movements and weaknesses.
Mikhail entered the ring with a predatory smile. He circled Tarrasque 933, who was struggling to comprehend the sudden reversal. Then, swiftly, Mikhail tore off the turnbuckle padding, exposing the hard metal beneath. The crowd's excitement turned to concern as they realized Mikhail's intentions, and they began to boo even louder.
Scott Slade: Oh no, this looks bad. That exposed turnbuckle could do some serious damage!
Kenjiro Tanaka: A brilliant move! Use the ring itself as a weapon. Classic tactics!
Chris Rodgers: This could get ugly, folks. Hang onto your seats.
With brutal efficiency, Mikhail grabbed Tarrasque 933 by the head and slammed his face into the exposed turnbuckle repeatedly. Each sickening thud resonated through the arena, Tarrasque 933's roars of pain echoing off the walls. The Titan's face became a mask of blood, his resistance faltering with each impact.
Finally, Mikhail stepped back, allowing Tarrasque 933 to stumble forward, dazed and bleeding. Seizing the moment, Mikhail lifted the giant with surprising strength, executing a devastating "Tsar Bomba." The ring shook upon impact, the crowd gasping as they witnessed it.
Mikhail went for the pin, hooking Tarrasque 933's leg as the referee counted. "One... Two..." But at the very last moment, Tarrasque 933 mustered the strength to kick out, his survival instinct overriding the pain.
Scott Slade: Unbelievable! Tarrasque 933 kicked out of the Tsar Bomba! How is that even possible?
Kenjiro Tanaka: Fascinating... It seems raw power does have its place, after all.
Chris Rodgers: That's the heart of a Titan for you, never giving up, no matter the odds!
Reinvigorated by the unexpected resilience of Tarrasque 933, the match escalated in intensity. Though slightly taken aback by the kick-out, Mikhail wasted no time maintaining the pressure. He dragged the beleaguered Titan towards their corner, tagging in Svetlana for a fresh assault. With a predatory gleam in her eye, Svetlana launched herself at the dazed giant, delivering a series of calculated strikes to his already battered torso.
Chris Rodgers: The Russians are relentless! They're like sharks that have smelled blood.
Scott Slade: But you've got to admire the sheer willpower of Tarrasque 933. Most men would have been down for the count by now.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Willpower? More like the simple-mindedness of a beast too foolish to know when it's defeated. This Ms. Davenport should throw in the towel and save them from serious injury.
Tarrasque 933, bloodied and bewildered, tried to fight back, swinging his massive arms to fend off Svetlana's attacks. His slow and predictable movements showed his fading strength and waning intellect. Seizing the opportunity, Svetlana executed a daring maneuver, leaping onto Tarrasque 933's back and locking in "The Witches Claw," her version of the mandible claw, further draining the giant's vitality.
The Russian duo's strategic dominance was clear, exploiting every opportunity to physically and mentally weaken their opponents. Ever the tactician, Mikhail gestured for Svetlana to bring Tarrasque 933 closer to their corner. With a nod of understanding, she maneuvered the staggering giant, allowing Mikhail to deliver a brutal chop block to Tarrasque 933's knee, bringing the behemoth crashing to the mat.
Chris Rodgers: Oh, that's gotta hurt! A chop block to the knee! Mikhail and Svetlana are dissecting Tarrasque 933 piece by piece!
Scott Slade: And look at Tarrasque 725; he's just standing there drooling! Does he not understand he needs to help his partner?
Kenjiro Tanaka: Understanding, Slade-san, is a luxury beyond the grasp of these brutes.
As Tarrasque 933 lay prone on the mat, Mikhail signaled Svetlana to ascend the ropes for a high-impact move. With the precision of a seasoned acrobat, Svetlana took to the top rope, launching herself for a "Moscow Missile" that connected squarely with Tarrasque 933's chest, eliciting a roar of pain from the giant.
Not satisfied with just the missile dropkick, Svetlana gestured to Mikhail, who immediately understood her intention. They lifted the staggering Tarrasque 933 in a display of brute strength and coordination, setting him up for their devastating double-team maneuver. With the grace of seasoned performers, they executed a flawless "Siberian Symphony," a combination of Mikhail's power and Svetlana's agility, further decimating the already battered Titan.
Chris Rodgers: Siberian Symphony! That might be the end for Tarrasque 933! The Russians are proving to be an unstoppable force tonight!
Scott Slade: This is hard to watch, Chris. The Titans are being outclassed at every turn.
Kenjiro Tanaka: Not just outclassed, Slade-san. Outsmarted, outmaneuvered, and utterly outplayed.
Mikhail went for another pin, the referee poised to count. "One... Two..." Yet, in a display of sheer, inexplicable resilience, Tarrasque 933 managed to power out once more, his arm shooting up just before the three-count, much to the crowd's shock and the frustration of the Russian duo.
Chris Rodgers: How?! How is Tarrasque 933 still in this?! It defies all logic!
Scott Slade: There's a reason they call them the Titans, Chris. It's going to take more than that to keep them down.
Kenjiro Tanaka: A fluke, nothing more. The end is inevitable.
The match took another unexpected turn, with Tarrasque 933 showing a surprising burst of resilience. Despite the overwhelming onslaught from the Russian duo, 933, driven by a primal survival instinct, managed to stumble towards his corner, his hand outstretched in a desperate bid for salvation. Tarrasque 725, though slow to grasp the situation, finally slapped his partner's hand, officially tagging into the match.
Chris Rodgers: Looks like we've got a tag! Tarrasque 725 is in, but after what we've seen, I'm not sure how much of a difference it'll make.
Scott Slade: 933's resilience is something else, but he's leaving 725 to face a fresh and vicious Mordokrov. Not exactly an enviable position.
Kenjiro Tanaka: It's like sending a lamb to the slaughter. These Titans might be strong, but strength alone is insufficient against Mordokrov and Kazakova's cunning.
Tarrasque 725 entered the ring with a thunderous stomp, his eyes burning with confusion and rage. He charged at Mikhail, his massive fists ready to deliver retribution. However, ever the strategist, Mikhail evaded the lumbering attacks with ease, his superior agility making a mockery of 725's efforts.
In a calculated move, Mikhail lured 725 towards the corner where Svetlana awaited. With a swift motion, she removed the turnbuckle pad, exposing the steel beneath. As 725 turned to redirect his assault on Mikhail, he was met with a vicious kick to the gut, bending him forward. Mikhail then grabbed 725's head, slamming it into the exposed steel with brutal force, not once but multiple times. The sickening sound of flesh meeting metal filled the arena once again, and 725 staggered back, a crimson mask beginning to form on his face, just like his cloned brother.
Chris Rodgers: Oh, no! 725's been busted open too! The Russians are dismantling the Titans!
Scott Slade: This is brutal, Chris.
Kenjiro Tanaka: A display of ruthlessness and strategy. This is why the Russians are feared.
With 725 reeling from the blows on his back on the wrestling mat with blood pulsing out of his forehead, Mikhail seized the moment to lock in the "Gulag Lock." The Rivera cloverleaf was applied mercilessly, the pressure on 725's legs and back reaching excruciating levels. The giant's pained roars echoed throughout the Tokyo Dome as he flailed helplessly, trapped in the submission hold.
Chris Rodgers: The Gulag Lock! That's got to be it! I don't see 725 getting out of this one!
Scott Slade: It's like watching a bear caught in a trap. There's just no escape from Mordokrov's clutches.
Kenjiro Tanaka: This is the end—a fitting conclusion for such a one-sided affair.
Mikhail wrenched back even further in a scene reminiscent of a schoolyard bully's dominance, the submission hold locked in tight. 725's massive frame shook with the effort to break free, but the pain was too intense, his strength sapped by the relentless assault.
The referee, closely monitoring the situation, checked on 725, asking if he wanted to submit. The pain etched on the Titan's face was clear, but so was the refusal to give in, his pride as a warrior battling against the agony of defeat.
Chris Rodgers: 725's in a world of hurt, but he's not tapping out! The heart of a Titan, indeed!
Scott Slade: It's incredible, Chris. But at what point does it become too much? At what point does bravery become folly?
Kenjiro Tanaka: There is honor in battle, but there is also wisdom in knowing when to yield.
As the Tokyo Dome resonated with the roars of pain from Tarrasque 725, trapped in the "Gulag Lock," a surreal scene unfolded at ringside. Svetlana Kazakova, "Chyornaya Vedma," appeared nonchalantly unfazed by the intense battle within the ring. Delving into her wrestling trunks, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes, drawing one out with a dramatic flourish that seemed almost out of place amidst the chaos.
Chris Rodgers: Is she... is Svetlana actually lighting up a cigarette right now?
Scott Slade: I've seen a lot of things at ringside, Chris, but this might be a first. She looks like she's waiting for a bus, not in a tag team match!
Kenjiro Tanaka: It's a display of confidence, or perhaps disdain. She believes the victory is already theirs.
With a bored expression that starkly contrasted the struggle happening just a few feet away, Svetlana lit her cigarette, taking a long, deliberate drag. The smoke curled upwards, mingling with the charged air of the arena as she leaned against the ring apron, her gaze fixed on the spectacle before her with a mix of amusement and detachment.
Inside the ring, the drama reached its peak. Tarrasque 725's gargantuan frame trembled under the relentless pressure of the "Gulag Lock." Despite his monstrous strength and the raw primal will to resist, the pain became unbearable, his cries of agony piercing the collective consciousness of the audience.
Chris Rodgers: 725 can't hold on much longer! The pain must be excruciating!
Scott Slade: It's a dire situation, Chris. Mikhail has that lock cinched in tight. There's no way out.
Kenjiro Tanaka: The inevitable conclusion. Strength and size have met their match in technique and ruthlessness.
With each passing second, the inevitability of defeat became clearer. The Russian duo's combined might, strategy, and sheer cold-blooded intent had overwhelmed the raw power of the Twilight Titans. Finally, in sheer desperation and anguish, Tarrasque 725's hand slapped the mat in submission, signaling the end of the ordeal.
Chris Rodgers: And that's it! Tarrasque 725 has tapped out! The Tsar's Tormentors win!
Kenjiro Tanaka: A well-earned victory. The Russians have proven formidable forces in the tag team division. I would not want to be the next team to face them.
As the bell rang, declaring the end of the match, Svetlana flicked the ash from her cigarette with a smirk, her demeanor unchanging despite the victory. Mikhail released the hold, standing over the defeated Tarrasque 725, his dominance undisputed. The referee raised the arms of the victorious Russians, the crowd booing them all the while.
Miyu Kojima: Your winners, by submission, the team of Mikhail Mordokrov, 'Chernyy Kostyor,' and Svetlana Kazakova, 'Chyornaya Vedma'!
The match's aftermath saw the Twilight Titans struggling to regain their composure, the physical and psychological toll evident in their battered forms. In contrast, Mordokrov and Kazakova stood tall, their victory a testament to their skill, strategy, and unyielding will to dominate.
Scott Slade: Fans, we've got to take a quick commercial break, but when we return, we have more Showdown action coming up!
INTRO: RUSTIC CABIN
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As the screen fades to the product information, the theme song 'Hillbilly Deluxe' twangs gently in the background, a nostalgic nod to Huckleberry's better days.
FADE OUT
To Be Continued In Part: 2