Ultimate Wrestling Season 3 - Ch.9: Ronin Rumble Night Two: PART - 7

The camera cut to the back—and all hell was breaking loose. Haruki Tanaka was fuming. His face was red, his eyes wild with rage, his breath coming in furious gasps. The entire AAPW locker room was silent, nobody daring to speak as Tanaka ripped off his suit jacket and hurled it against the wall.

Haruki Tanaka: YOU WEAK, PATHETIC FOOLS! YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?! YOU LET ULTIMATE WRESTLING HUMILIATE US!

A steel chair went flying across the room, slamming against the lockers with a deafening crash. Several AAPW wrestlers flinched, but nobody moved. Tanaka grabbed a production assistant by the collar, shoving him into the wall.

Haruki Tanaka: GIVE ME A NAME! WHO’S NEXT?! WHO’S FIXING THIS?! WHO’S SAVING AAPW?!

The assistant stammered—but before he could answer, Tanaka shoved him aside. His hands trembled with rage. His eyes twitched with fury. And then, his lips curled into a twisted smirk.

Haruki Tanaka: No… No, no, no… I know exactly what to do.

He turned slowly, his voice dripping with venom.

Haruki Tanaka: Yasha Goro…

The room fell into dead silence. Every wrestler froze. Some visibly shuddered. Others took a step back. One of the trainers whispered under his breath.

Trainer: …But sir… he— we haven’t been able to control his behavior in months. If we unleash him now—

Tanaka’s eyes burned with fury.

Haruki Tanaka: JUST DO IT!

The camera cut back to the arena. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The lights in the Tokyo Dome flickered violently. The fire-engulfed torii gate at the entranceway IGNITED, its flames twisting unnaturally. The drums of "Infernal Wrath" by Akira Yamaoka pounded through the speakers. And then—he stepped through. Yasha Goro. The monster. The abyss. The executioner.

The Tokyo Dome EXPLODED IN CHANTS.

"GO-RO! GO-RO! GO-RO! GO-RO!"

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: OH MY GOD… HE’S ACTUALLY HERE!

Takeshi Suzuki: YES! YES! YOU’RE ALL SCREWED NOW! RUN WHILE YOU CAN!

Chris Rodgers: …Oh, shit…. Who the hell is this guy?

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: 300 POUNDS! ALMOST SEVEN FEET TALL! HE IS VIOLENCE INCARNATE! YASHA GORO HAS RETURNED TO THE TOKYO DOME!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… The arena plunged into darkness for a brief moment before a chilling wind seemed to ripple through the Tokyo Dome. Then— "BRING BACK THE GLORY" by ZARDONIC & VOICIANS blasted through the speakers, and a sudden burst of white pyrotechnics erupted from the stage! Through the smoke and flashing lights, a lone figure emerged, draped in a flowing silver-and-red cloak, his mask reflecting the glimmering overhead spotlights.

Scott Slade: The Snow Leopard of Russia, Snezhnayya Barsa!

Beast Bogan: "BROTHER, THIS FELLA MOVES LIKE A DAMN SHADOW ON ICE! HE’S SLIPPERY, FAST, AND UNPREDICTABLE!"

Barsa stood at the top of the ramp, surveying the ring with calculated precision. His movements were feline, smooth yet deliberate, as he adjusted his wrist tape and gave a small nod before taking off down the ramp in a sprint.

Takeshi Suzuki: The Snow Leopard has entered the hunt! This man doesn’t just wrestle—he soars! If these competitors aren’t careful, he could slip right in and steal the whole damn thing!

In one fluid motion, Barsa leapt onto the barricade, sprinted along its narrow edge with perfect balance, then dove into the ring with a gravity-defying springboard flip over the top rope! He landed effortlessly on his feet, rolling forward into a crouch before snapping his head up, locking eyes with the chaos before him.

Yasha Goro strode toward the ring, his crimson eyes locked onto the ring that lacked a single alli. One inside the ring shook with every stomp of his feet. The abyss had arrived. The monster of AAPW stood tall in the center, his crimson eyes burning with supernatural fury. Every Ultimate Wrestling competitor in the ring surrounded him, but not a single one of them made a move. The air felt different—heavy, almost suffocating under the presence of the massive demon man before them. Goro didn’t hesitate. He didn’t calculate. He simply stood there, completely unintimidated.

Scott Slade: There’s something seriously wrong with this guy… Look at him! Not an ounce of hesitation!

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: Look at Ultimate Wrestling! They don’t know what to do!

Takeshi Suzuki: BECAUSE IT’S USELESS! YASHA GORO IS NOT A MAN—HE’S A DEMON!

The nine wrestlers looked at one another and then rushed in all at once! The swarm hit him from every angle, throwing forearms, stomps, clubbing blows, everything they had—but it was like attacking a brick wall. Goro’s massive frame absorbed the strikes before he EXPLODED outward with a double clothesline that nearly took Cassie Hurst’s and Elizabeth Devereaux-O’Rourke’s heads off! Phillip Morris Jr. staggered forward, still dazed from earlier, and cocked back for a wild punch—but Goro caught him by the throat. LIFTED HIM HIGH INTO THE AIR—AND CHOKESLAMMED HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE ONTO THE FLOOR!

Beast Bogan: GOOD GOD BROTHERS! PHILLIP MORRIS JR. JUST GOT SENT STRAIGHT TO HELL!

Kazuo Oni came flying at him next, leaping off the second rope—but Goro snatched him out of midair by the throat! He spun around and hurled Oni over the ropes like a discarded corpse! Oni slammed into the steel guard rail and collapsed hard onto the floor. He writhed in pain as the medical staff rushed out to him.

Scott Slade: Are you kidding me?! He just tossed Oni like a sack of garbage!

Chris Rodgers: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS GUY?! HOW IS HE DOING THIS?!

Rakshasa Tora roared and threw a devastating knee strike right into Goro’s ribs, following up with a stiff elbow to the jaw. Goro barely reacted before Tora sprinted back off the ropes for another high-impact move—but Goro charged forward like a bull and PLOWED through him with a shoulder block!

Fans: GOOOOORRRRRROOOOO! GOOOOORRRRRROOOOOO! GOOOOOORRRRRROOOOOO! GOOOOORRRRRRROOOOO!

Tora hit the mat hard, the wind knocked completely out of him. He tried to push up—only for Goro to grab him by the waistband and the scruff of the neck, dragging him to his feet. With a grunt, Goro deadlifted the 230-pounder into a POWERBOMB POSITION—AND TOSSED HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR! Another Ultimate Wrestler was gone just like that.

Chris Rodgers: THAT’S TWO ELMINATIONS IN LIKE TWENTY SECONDS! STOP HIM! SOMEONE STOP THIS MONSTER!

Beast Bogan: IT’S A MASSACRE, BROTHER! A MASSACRE!

Drake Nygma who had slid under the ropes and grabbed a chair and rentered suddenly SLAMMED a chair across Goro’s spine! The sound echoed through the arena as Goro staggered slightly. Drake grinned and swung again—but Goro caught the chair with one hand! The crowd ERUPTED as the demon ripped it out of Nygma’s grasp and BLASTED him across the face with it! Drake crashed to the mat, blood trickling from his riped open mask at the forehead. But as Goro went to finish him off, Drake, with all his chaotic resilience, threw himself at Goro’s legs, dragging him down! The two began trading wild, heavy blows, rolling across the mat in a slugfest of pure brutality!

Scott Slade: Drake Nygma’s the only one crazy enough to go toe-to-toe with this freak!

Chris Rodgers: HE’S TOO INSANE TO BE SCARED! BUT HE MIGHT GET HIMSELF KILLED!

Drake managed to get to his feet first and charged the ropes, coming back with a dropkick! Goro staggered! Seeing an opening, Drake ran again, this time leaping off the second rope for a springboard elbow—but Goro CAUGHT HIM OUT OF THE AIR AND DRILLED HIM WITH A BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! Goro reached down and grabbed Drake by the mask, yanking him up with terrifying ease. With an unnatural, monstrous snarl, he went to hurl Nygma over the top rope—but Drake, in a desperate last-second move, grabbed onto the top rope and SKINNED THE CAT, pulling himself back in!

Scott Slade: Nygma’s still in it! He saved himself by the skin of his teeth!

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: HOW?! HOW DOES HE KEEP SURVIVING?! HE’S BEEN IN THRE FOR ALMOST 40 MINUTES NOW!

Drake stumbled onto the apron, dazed, but before Goro could follow up, Snezhnayya Barsa soared in from the top rope with a stunning springboard moonsault—but Goro CAUGHT HIM on his shoulders! With a roar, Goro swung him around into a Jack-Knife Powerbomb—AND LAUNCHED HIM OUT OF THE RING!

Scott Slade: No! Snezhnayya Barsa has been eliminated!

Beast Bogan: HOLY HELL! HE JUST THREW HIM LIKE A DAMN RAG DOLL!

Takeshi Suzuki: BARSAAAAAA—IS GONE! YASHA GORO IS UNSTOPPABLE!

Chris Rodgers: IS THIS REAL LIFE?! HE JUST CLEARED HALF THE RING!

The remaining Ultimate Wrestling stars had no choice. They looked at one another—then attacked all at once! A flurry of boots, punches, kicks, and forearm smashes rained down on Goro! The monster staggered, swinging wildly, still knocking some of them back—but the swarm was too much. The numbers game finally started catching up as the countdown clock appeared again.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… The moment the countdown clock hit zero, two new warriors stepped onto the battlefield. From the AAPW entrance, the haunting pulse of “Death Blossom” filled the air as Kuno No Senshi emerged, her movements eerily deliberate, her presence unsettling. At the same time, from the Ultimate Wrestling entrance, the deep, ominous chants of "Tsaritsa T'my" roared through the arena as Svetlana Kazakova, the Black Witch, stepped onto the stage, eyes locked onto the chaos inside the ring.

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: Two of the most dangerous women from both companies have just arrived at the same time!

Takeshi Suzuki: One, a cold-blooded assassin. The other, a trained Spetsnaz operative! The war for control of this rumble continues!

Scott Slade: This is going to be brutal!

Inside the ring, Goro still refused to fall. Duc Nguyen’s knee strikes barely made him flinch. The Hursts had thrown everything at him. Kazuo Oni and Rakshasa Tora had been DESTROYED and tossed from the ring. Only a handful of Ultimate Wrestling wrestlers remained—Drake Nygma, Colton Hurst, Cassie Hurst, Elizabeth Devereaux-O’Rourke, Duc Nguyen, and Mariko Fujimoto. And still, Goro stood tall, breathing heavily, eyes burning like a demon from the underworld.

Fans: GOOOOOORRRRRROOOOOO! … GOOOOOORRRRRROOOOOO! … GOOOOOORRRRRROOOOOO! … GOOOOOORRRRRROOOOOO!

Scott Slade: THE MONSTER IS STILL STANDING!

Chris Rodgers: I HAVE NEVER—IN MY ENTIRE LIFE—SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS! Except… maybe Abishag during the Death Sport Tournament in North Korea… but that was all that Blob nonsense. This? This is different.

Without hesitation, Kuno No Senshi—or rather, Kami Nakada, wearing Senshi’s identity like a stolen blade—slid into the ring. But she didn’t acknowledge Goro. She didn’t hesitate. She immediately locked eyes with Svetlana Kazakova.

Chris Rodgers: Ohhhh, here we go!

Svetlana stepped between the ropes just as Kami lunged at her like a viper. The two women collided violently, throwing fists, elbows, forearms, each one landing with pinpoint accuracy. Kami twisted into a Dragon’s Tail kick, but Svetlana sidestepped, caught her leg, and countered with a brutal forward Russian legsweep! The two warriors rolled to their feet at the same time.

Scott Slade: Senshi is going right after the Black Witch!

Beast Bogan: AND LOOK AT GORO! BROTHER, THIS AIN’T HUMAN! HE’S A STINKY GIANT! I HAVEN’T SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS SINCE I BATTLED THE BEHEMOUTH AT WAR OF THE TERRITORIES III BROTHERS!

Goro was still fighting ALL of Ultimate Wrestling’s remaining warriors. Colton and Cassie Hurst tried to take him down with tandem dropkicks—but Goro absorbed the impact and RIPPED Cassie off the ground by her throat! He hurled her into Colton, sending them both sprawling! Duc Nguyen and Elizabeth tried to team up with a double lariat—but Goro ducked, turned, bounced off the ropes and DRILLED Elizabeth with a savage spear! Duc barely avoided disaster, backing away, recalibrating. Drake Nygma stayed on the attack. He charged at Goro, throwing wild strikes, refusing to back down. Goro fired back with an open-hand slap that damn near knocked Nygma out cold.

Chris Rodgers: DRIVE A STAKE INTO HIM! HIT HIM WITH A CAR! WHAT THE HELL DOES IT TAKE TO STOP THIS GORO?!

Scott Slade: Ultimate Wrestling is running out of numbers—and running out of time!

Meanwhile, Svetlana and Kami’s battle had turned into an outright war. Svetlana managed to get Kami into position for a Mandible Claw—but Kami countered, wrenching her wrist and turning it into a brutal judo throw! Svetlana hit the mat, rolled, and came back at Kami with a running knee strike—but Kami dodged AGAIN and slammed her with a spinning back elbow!

Scott Slade: THIS IS A STRAIGHT-UP CLOSE QUARTER COMBAT WAR!

Chris Rodgers: These two don’t care about the Rumble—they just want to DESTROY each other!

Meanwhile, Goro was still dropping bodies. Drake Nygma lunged at him one more time, but Goro CAUGHT HIM MID-AIR and SPIKED HIM into the mat with a spinebuster! Cassie Hurst jumped onto Goro’s back, trying to choke him out—but Goro BACKPEDALED INTO THE TURNBUCKLE AT FULL SPEED! The impact crushed Cassie against the corner, forcing her to drop!

Chris Rodgers: GODDAMN! ULTIMATE WRESTLING CAN’T STOP HIM! I DON’T KNOW IF ANYONE CAN!

Colton Hurst charged in, looking for a desperation running knee—but Goro caught him! The monster turned, slamming Colton spine-first into the corner with a violent biel toss, sending him tumbling to the mat in a heap. Cassie Hurst tried to capitalize, rushing in with a diving forearm, but Goro saw it coming and swatted her out of the air like an insect. Mariko Fujimoto, seeing an opportunity, climbed to the top turnbuckle and took a deep breath. With the Tokyo Dome roaring, she soared through the air with a beautiful missile dropkick aimed at Goro’s chest! Goro sidestepped it at the last second. Mariko crashed to the mat, landing hard on her shoulder, rolling through, trying to recover—but Goro was already on her.

Scott Slade: Mariko in trouble—BIG trouble!

With one massive hand, Goro grabbed Mariko by the throat, lifting her clean off the mat with terrifying ease.

Chris Rodgers: Oh no—OH NO!

With unnatural strength, Goro marched toward the ropes and, with a single arm, heaved Mariko over the top rope with a monstrous two-handed choke throw!

Takeshi Suzuki: SIX IN A ROW! GORO JUST LAUNCHED MARIKO LIKE A DAMN MISSILE!

Cassie and Colton Hurst watched in horror as Mariko crashed onto the floor, gasping for air, her body wracked with pain.

Chris Rodgers: Ultimate Wrestling is getting butchered out there by one man!

Beast Bogan: Brother, he’s a damn wrecking machine! Ultimate Wrestling needs a damn miracle to stop this!

Nygma dragged himself to his feet, coughing, spitting blood, refusing to stay down. Goro saw him stand and Goro grinned.

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: Nygma is STILL ALIVE?

Takeshi Suzuki: Fool! He should have stayed down!

Chris Rodgers: I DON’T KNOW WHETHER TO RESPECT HIM OR CALL HIM AN IDIOT, BUT THIS MAN HAS BALLS OF STEEL!

As the war between Svetlana and Kami continued, Goro turned his full attention back to Nygma.

Scott Slade: Nygma… he’s about to walk into the lion’s den.

Beast Bogan: BROTHER… THIS IS ABOUT TO GET REAL UGLY!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The Tokyo Dome trembled as the countdown reached zero. The war raged inside the ring, bodies colliding in a relentless storm of combat. Sweat, blood, and sheer determination clung to the air like static, but as the clock struck, a new storm was about to roll in. Then, in a blinding flash, the arena was bathed in white and blue light. The opening chords of "Hero" by Skillet blasted through the speakers, and in an instant—he arrived. A streak of silver and blue shot onto the stage with the force of a lightning bolt. Lightning Man didn’t enter—he descended. A blur of motion as he vaulted onto the ramp railing, balanced for the briefest second, then leapt onto the steel stage with a superhero’s crouch—one knee down, arms spread wide, his mask gleaming beneath the flashing strobes. The Tokyo Dome exploded.

Scott Slade: A FORCE OF NATURE HAS ARRIVED—LIGHTNING MAN IS HERE! THIS MIGHT BE JUST WHAT WE NEED!

Chris Rodgers: Oh, for the love of God… This guy needs to be put a strapejacket and be committed. He actually thinks he’s a comic book super hero! Your dreaming Slade if you think he’s going to save us!

Lightning Man’s head snapped upward, his fingers curling into fists as he exploded into a sprint, his momentum sending him flying down the ramp in an instant, each step a shockwave of energy. He leapt onto the apron in one fluid motion, rebounded off the top rope, and flipped into the ring with a flawless aerial rotation.

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, HE’S MOVIN’ AT THE SPEED OF SOUND! HAHAHAHAHA!

But as Lightning Man entered, something changed. The electric pulse of his arrival vanished. The blue and silver glow of the arena snuffed out—as if something had swallowed the light whole. The sound system cut off. Then—a deep, thunderous gong. The Tokyo Dome fell into eerie silence. The giant LED screen at the AAPW entrance flickered, distorting like static on an old CRT screen. A low, droning hum filled the air—not music, not noise, but something… unnatural. Then—a crimson floodlight bled over the stage. A shadow stood at the top of the ramp, its presence almost distorting reality itself. Kaito Nakahara had arrived.

The figure moved slowly, a methodical, deliberate stride that sent shivers down the spines of even the hardest warriors in the ring. The arena seemed to contract, as if the space around Kaito had bent inward, drawn toward the void that surrounded him. His face—emotionless. His eyes—hollow. A soul long gone. In his hand, glinting under the red light, was a sheathed katana. But he didn’t raise it. He knelt, lowering it onto the steel stage with a chilling reverence.

Scott Slade: What is he doing?

Takeshi Suzuki: …He’s performing the rites of a fallen warrior.

Chris Rodgers: A funeral?

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: …Yes. A funeral for whoever is foolish enough to stand in his way.

Kaito rose, exhaling softly. And then, without a word, he stepped forward. The ring was no longer just a battleground. It was an execution ground. Lightning Man didn’t hesitate. The second Kaito stepped inside, he exploded into action—vaulting over a grounded Duc Nguyen and springboarding off the ropes with blinding speed. But Kaito moved like a specter. The moment Lightning Man struck—Kaito pivoted effortlessly, his body flowing like water. He sidestepped the attack, barely turning his head as Lightning Man flew past him.

Scott Slade: Did you see that?! He didn’t even have to look!

Chris Rodgers: THIS MAN IS A DAMN TERMINATOR!

Yasha Goro turned—and saw Kaito Nakahara. A monster recognized another monster. There was no hesitation, no pause—only understanding. Kaito stepped forward, his presence like a shadow stretching over the battlefield, his dead eyes locking onto Goro. The Tokyo Dome hushed, thousands of fans watching in silent awe as these two titans stood face to face. And then—Yasha Goro grinned. A slow, creeping smirk that curled up his lips like a demon relishing the carnage around him. A knowing look passed between them. No words. No signals. No need.

Without a single moment of hesitation, they turned their fury outward. Yasha Goro exploded forward, clotheslining Duc Nguyen so hard his entire body flipped over itself before crashing to the mat in a heap! Kaito struck like a viper, intercepting Elizabeth D. O’Rourke with a spinning elbow that cracked against her jaw and sent her sprawling. Drake Nygma lunged in, throwing fists wildly—but Goro grabbed him by the throat and hurled him halfway across the ring!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THIS IS A DAMN MASSACRE!

But one person wasn’t paying attention. Cassie Hurst’s eyes were locked not on Goro, not on Kaito— but on Svetlana Kazakova. The Russian powerhouse had been mauling anyone in her way, tossing bodies like ragdolls as Kami Nakada desperately tried to contain her. But the moment Cassie saw that smug, condescending grin—something snapped.

Cassie screamed. A guttural, feral roar. And then—she attacked.

Chris Rodgers: NO, KID—DON’T DO IT! Your on the same damn side!

Cassie threw herself at Svetlana like a human missile, slamming into her with enough force to rattle the ring ropes! The impact drove the Spetsnaz soldier into the turnbuckle, and before Svetlana could react, Cassie was already swinging. A vicious forearm.Then another. And another. And then—Cassie bit her.

Scott Slade: WHAT THE HELL?! CASSIE HURST HAS LOST HER DAMN MIND! SHE WANT’S REVENGE FOR WHAT THAT RUSSIAN BITCH DID TO KAMI!

Cassie’s eyes were wild, her teeth sinking deep into Svetlana’s cheek, drawing blood! The camera zoomed in—a fresh bite mark, the skin bruised and raw where Cassie had clamped down.

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, SHE JUST TURNED INTO A DAMN FERAL BEAST!

Cassie didn’t stop. She grabbed Svetlana by the throat and Slammed her skull into the steel ring post! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Blood smeared across the post.

Takeshi Suzuki: HOLY SHIT! SHE’S TRYING TO KILL HER!

**Chris Rodgers: **Svetlana is in a lot of trouble right now, all her stablemates have been eliminated! She out there on her own and everyone else from Ultimate Wrestling is too busy with Goro and Kaito to help her!

Svetlana fought back, ramming an elbow into Cassie’s ribs, but before she could escape—Kami Nakada struck from behind, wrapping her in a rear naked choke! Svetlana thrashed violently, her arms flailing as she tried to pry Kami off, but the hold was locked in tight. Kami’s arms coiled like a serpent, her biceps pressing against Svetlana’s windpipe, cutting off her air supply. Cassie, still breathing heavily, wiped blood—not her own—from her lip, her eyes locked onto Svetlana with murderous intent. She wasn’t going to let this Russian witch walk away.

Scott Slade: Svetlana is trapped! She’s fading fast!

Chris Rodgers: This is looking really bad for her! She’s all alone, and Cassie looks like she’s about to—WAIT, WHAT IS SHE DOING?!”

Cassie took a step back, sizing up the situation. Svetlana, still gasping for air, dropped to one knee, her face contorted in pain, her vision blurring. Kami tightened the choke, her knuckles white with exertion. But Cassie? Cassie grinned. Then she ran.

CRACK!

Cassie booted Svetlana in the ribs with a sickening force, her entire body twisting from the impact. Svetlana let out a guttural choke, her body convulsing from the hit, but Kami refused to let go.

Cassie: You wanna fight, huh?! YOU WANNA FIGHT?! THEN LET’S FINISH THIS, BITCH!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, MY LITTLE BEASTIE JUST SHRANK UP INSIDE ME! CASSIE HURST IS ONE SCARY WOMAN!

With pure fury, Cassie grabbed Svetlana by the hair, yanking her upright as Kami finally released the choke. Svetlana’s body swayed, barely holding itself together—but Cassie wasn’t done. She grabbed Svetlana giving her a bloody kiss like she’d given Kami the night before and then dragged her toward the ropes, forcing her onto the apron.

Scott Slade: Ohhh disgusting! Wait, what the hell is she thinking?! They have her dead to rights, just toss her out!

Chris Rodgers: Slade, I don’t think Cassie just wants to eliminate her—I think she wants to END HER!

Cassie and Kami positioned Svetlana on the apron, her feet barely able to support her weight. Kami leaned in, whispering something into Cassie’s ear—and whatever she said made Cassie’s grin widen.

Chris Rodgers: Well those two are working well together considering there on opposite sides…

Cassie climbed onto the apron next to Svetlana, grabbed her by the back of the head— AND SPIKED HER FACE-FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS WITH A BRUTAL BULLDOG!

Scott Slade: JESUS CHRIST! SHE JUST—

Chris Rodgers: SHE’S DEAD! SHE’S FREAKIN’ DEAD!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, SHE JUST CRACKED HER DAMN SKULL OPEN ON THE STEEL STEPS!

The Tokyo Dome ERUPTED in a stunned frenzy as Svetlana’s skull BOUNCED off the steel steps, her body flipping over and collapsing in a lifeless heap on the floor as blood gushed from her forehead profusely.

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: Hah! Cassie Hurst is about as smart as Hara! She just eliminated herself eliminating another one of her own!

Takeshi Suzuki: Look at that blood! That was BRUTAL! The Russians just got wiped OUT of this match!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THAT WASN’T A WRESTLING MOVE—THAT WAS ATTEMPTED MURDER!

The Tokyo Dome crowd was in a stunned silence before erupting into a frenzied mix of cheers and horrified gasps. Cassie lay motionless, blood trickling from her forehead, while Svetlana remained a lifeless wreck beside her. Officials rushed in, but neither woman stirred.

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: That… that was beyond reckless! Cassie’s violent streak just cost her a chance at winning the rumble and has severely hurt Ultimate Wrestling. Rupert Mudcock has to be fuming right now!

Takeshi Suzuki: She’s insane! She needs to be locked up! That woman is not well!

Inside the ring, Kami Nakada remained standing, breathing heavily, her fists clenched as she stared at the broken bodies outside. For a fleeting moment, something flashed in her eyes—respect. Cassie had gone out like a warrior. But there was no time to reflect. BOOM! Yasha Goro sent Drake Nygma flying across the ring with a monstrous overhead belly-to-belly suplex, his rage only intensifying as he turned his attention toward the next challenger.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… A colossal drumbeat shook the arena, followed by the heavy, deep bass of "Roar of the Dragon" by Liang Zhang. The crowd erupted as Zhou Kai, the Sumo Tsunami, emerged from the Ultimate Wrestling stage, his massive frame wrapped in ceremonial sumo gear.

Scott Slade: HERE COMES THE SUMO TSUNAMI!

Chris Rodgers: A THREE-HUNDRED-AND-EIGHTY-POUND MONSTER! AND HE’S COMING RIGHT FOR GORO! THERE IS NO DOUBT IN MIND THAT’S WHAT MUDCOCK HAS SENT HIM OUT HERE FOR!

Zhou Kai stomped down the ramp, slapping his chest, his thick arms flexing with raw power. Every step shook the floor, his presence an immediate challenge to the chaos inside the ring.

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, YOU WANNA TALK HEAVY HITTERS?! LOOK AT THIS SUMO MACHINE!

Chris Rodgers: My God Cassie Hurst is still going after Svetlana! Zhou ignored Cassi’s onslaught on Sevetland and reached the apron—

5… 4… 3… 2… 1… BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! A new warrior emerged. The lights turned deep crimson as "Iron Will" by Wagakki Band blasted through the speakers. From the AAPW stage, Sakura Ishikawa stepped forward—The Tatakai Titaness.

Takeshi Suzuki: THE GIANTESS OF AAPW HAS ARRIVED! STRAIGHT FROM THE STREETS OF TOKYO!

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: Sakura Ishikawa is one of the toughest fighters in Japan! A five-foot-eleven, two-hundred-and-seventy-pound street brawler turned wrestling titan!

Sakura’s expression was deadly serious. She cracked her knuckles, rolled her shoulders, and sprinted to the ring—straight into the battlefield.

Scott Slade: TWO ABSOLUTE POWERHOUSES JUST ENTERED THE RUMBLE BABY!

Zhou Kai climbed onto the apron, slapped his massive thighs, and stormed into the ring.

Sakura Ishikawa dived under the bottom rope, her eyes immediately locking onto Elizabeth D. O’Rourke. Sakura Ishikawa and Elizabeth D. O’Rourke collided like runaway freight trains, fists flying, neither giving an inch. Elizabeth slammed a hard European uppercut into Sakura’s jaw, but the Titaness barely flinched before driving a vicious headbutt straight into Elizabeth’s skull! The impact sent a sickening echo through the Tokyo Dome, staggering the brawler back into the ropes.

Scott Slade: OHHH! That looked like it hurt!

Chris Rodgers: Sakura Ishikawa isn’t here to play! She’s here to wreck!

Elizabeth shook off the daze, her eyes flashing with fury. She lunged back at Sakura, drilling her with a sharp elbow strike—Sakura fired back immediately with a massive clubbing forearm! The two warriors were locked in a brutal, unrelenting slugfest, hammering each other with raw power.

Meanwhile, Zhou Kai slammed his palms together, ready to test his might against the immovable force that was Yasha Goro. But before he could charge, Drake Nygma rushed in beside him, signaling for them to work together. Zhou nodded. And they pounced… Zhou and Nygma swarmed Goro, unloading with a barrage of kicks, chops, and forearms! The monstrous Yasha Goro absorbed the damage, his massive frame barely budging at first, but then Zhou planted his feet and drove a bone-rattling sumo thrust into Goro’s chest!

Scott Slade: THE SUMO TSUNAMI STRIKES!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, LOOK AT THE IMPACT—GORO ACTUALLY MOVED! I COULD TELL BY THE LOOK ON HIS FACE HE FELT THAT! THAT HURT HIM!

Goro stumbled back a step—just as Nygma followed up with a brutal running knee strike to the jaw! The Tokyo Dome erupted as the unthinkable happened—Goro was rocked! But the beast didn’t fall. Instead, Goro let out a deep, guttural roar, then lunged forward with a double clothesline that sent both Zhou and Nygma flipping through the air!

Chris Rodgers: OH, COME ON! THIS MAN IS A DAMN NIGHTMARE!

Meanwhile, Kaito Nakahara found himself overwhelmed—not by just one or two opponents, but by a three-man onslaught from Duc Nguyen, Lightning Man, and Colton Hurst! Colton struck first, throwing a stiff chop to Kaito’s chest, then Duc followed up with a lightning-quick flurry of strikes! Kaito staggered—just as Lightning Man came soaring in with a breathtaking springboard Pele Kick!

Scott Slade: KAITO NAKAHARA IS ACTUALLY IN TROUBLE HERE!

Takeshi Suzuki: NO! NO! HE NEEDS TO FIGHT BACK!

But Kaito was still standing. And worse—he was grinning. The Fallen Blade let out a sinister chuckle, his body trembling with bloodthirsty delight. He cracked his neck, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip—then he exploded. With superhuman speed, Kaito ripped into Colton Hurst, catching him with a brutal knee to the ribs before spinning into a vicious back elbow! Duc tried to intervene—but Kaito grabbed him mid-strike, twisting his arm before planting him with a wicked snap DDT! Lightning Man charged—Kaito sidestepped at the last second, grabbed the masked fighter by the back of the head, and whipped him neck-first into the turnbuckle!

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: KAITO IS UNLEASHING HELL!

Chris Rodgers: THIS GUY IS A DAMNED KILLING MACHINE!

Amidst the chaos inside the ring, something far more dangerous was happening outside. A commotion erupted near the entrance ramp as the camera shifted to the fallen bodies of Cassie Hurst and Svetlana Kazakova. Svetlana was barely moving, her face still slick with blood from the brutal elimination moments ago. Cassie, however, wasn’t much better—her breathing ragged, eyes blinking in and out of focus. And that’s when the wolves arrived. Charging down the ramp like predators sensing fresh blood, Mikhail Mordokrov and Viktor Zlovred appeared, dressed in street clothes, their eyes locked on the barely-conscious Cassie.

Scott Slade: WHAT THE HELL—WHAT ARE THEY DOING OUT HERE?!

Chris Rodgers: THESE TWO HAVE NO BUSINESS OUT HERE! CASSIE NEEDS MEDICAL HELP, NOT A DAMN MURDER SQUAD!

Viktor reached Cassie first, grabbing a handful of her hair violently yanked her upright. Cassie let out a pained grunt, barely able to resist as Viktor hauled her up onto his shoulders.

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOP THIS!

Cassie Hurst’s world was spinning. Blood blurred her vision, and her body felt like it was moving through quicksand. Everything was distant, muffled, like she was trapped in a dream. The only sensation grounding her to reality was the sharp, vice-like grip yanking her upright by her hair. Then—she felt herself being lifted. Viktor Zlovred had her hoisted over his shoulder, his cruel, toothy grin stretching wide as he carried her up onto the steel stage like a hunter with fresh prey. The jeers and screams from the crowd were deafening, but to Viktor, they were nothing more than background noise.

Scott Slade: NO—NO—NO! SOMEONE STOP HIM!

Chris Rodgers: DEAR GOD, HE’S NOT— RKO ONTO THE STEEL STAGE! GOD DAMN IT! DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!

Cassie’s skull smacked against the unforgiving steel, the sickening CRACK echoing through the Tokyo Dome. Her body jerked violently on impact, then crumpled lifelessly, rolling a few feet across the stage before coming to a halt. The Tokyo Dome gasped. Then—a roar of BOOS.

Chris Rodgers: JESUS CHRIST! HE JUST KILLED HER! SOME ONE CALL 911!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, HE JUST LAID HER OUT LIKE A DAMN ROADKILL POSSUM!

Viktor sat up on his knees next to her, breathing heavily, looking down at his work with something resembling satisfaction. He ran a hand through his wild, sweat-soaked hair before slowly getting to his feet, wiping his hands as if he had just finished taking out the trash. Medics rushed past security onto the stage, but Viktor didn’t budge. He stood tall over Cassie’s unconscious body, like a conqueror standing over the remains of a fallen city.

Scott Slade: SOMEBODY GET HIM OUT OF HERE!

Chris Rodgers: IT’S TOO LATE, SLADER! SHE’S NOT MOVING! CASSIE HURST IS OUT COLD!

But Viktor’s work wasn’t done. His cold, piercing gaze shifted down the ramp—toward Mikhail Mordokrov. Unlike Viktor, Mordokrov wasn’t here to flex his brutality. He had already crouched beside Svetlana Kazakova’s limp body, his fingers checking for a pulse, his expression unreadable. The blood dripping from her forehead soaked into the mat beneath her, pooling in the cold LED-lit flooring of the entranceway. Svetlana Kazakova—the Black Witch of Russia, the Spetsnaz operative trained for war, lay utterly broken.

Scott Slade: Mordokrov’s checking on his stablemate… but you know damn well he’s not just here for that.

Chris Rodgers: He’s like a damn vulture waiting for his cue!

Mikhail’s dark, calculating eyes flicked toward Viktor. A silent command was exchanged. Mikhail nodded. And Viktor smiled. Mikhail stood, stepping over Svetlana’s body with no hesitation. He didn’t hesitate because he wasn’t concerned with her anymore. His focus was on Cassie Hurst. With the fluid precision of a soldier, he knelt beside Cassie’s lifeless frame, placing two fingers on her throat. Still alive. Barely. He didn’t care. He whispered something in Russian. Something cold. Something final. And then—

Mikhail Mordokrov: Do it.

Viktor’s smirk widened as he turned back to Cassie’s motionless body.

Scott Slade: NO—SOMEONE GET SECURITY OUT HERE! NOW!

Chris Rodgers: STOP WASTING TIME! THEY’RE ABOUT TO EXECUTE THIS GIRL!

Beast Bogan: BROTHERS, THIS AIN’T RIGHT—

And then, like a gunshot through the chaos— BOOM! A running missile in the form of a Shingo Hara’s dropkick exploded into Mordokrov’s back, sending him FLYING OFF THE STAGE! Mordokrov plummeted twelve feet down. A SICKENING THUD. The cameras snapped to ringside just in time to see Mordokrov’s body hit the cold, unprotected concrete floor below. His arms twitched, legs barely moving as his head lolled to the side. He wasn’t getting up.

Scott Slade: OH MY GOD! MORDOKROV JUST FELL TWELVE FEET TO THE DAMN FLOOR!

Chris Rodgers: THIS BLOOD FUED IS GETTING WAY TO OUT OF HAND!

No time to think. Because Hara was already on Viktor. Hara threw himself at the Russian enforcer, hammering him with wild, furious punches, each blow sending blood and sweat flying through the air.

Scott Slade: HARA IS GOING BESERK!

Chris Rodgers: THIS IS INSANE!

Viktor, caught off guard, staggered back as Hara unloaded like a man possessed. Left hooks. Right forearms. Elbows to the temple. The Russian reeled, barely able to keep up.

Beast Bogan: BROTHERS, HARA IS FIGHTING LIKE MAN POSSESSED RIGHT NOW!

Medics dragged Cassie away as the chaos unfolded, hauling her onto a stretcher while EMTs swarmed around Mordokrov’s still body below the stage entrance. Security finally hit the stage, prying Hara and Viktor apart before the brawl could spill into even more madness.

Scott Slade: Finally, some damn order! These Russians have no business being out here anymore!

Chris Rodgers: And they just learned the hard way—DON’T MESS WITH HARA!

The medical teams carried Cassie Hurst and Svetlana Kazakova backstage, the camera capturing one last lingering shot of their bloodied, broken bodies before the scene cut back to the ring. The camera zoomed in on the carnage unfolding between Yasha Goro, Zhou Kai, and Drake Nygma. Inside the ring, the REAL monster was still standing. His breath came in deep, inhuman snarls, his massive chest rising and falling like a war drum. Sweat gleamed across his monstrous frame, a testament to the sheer onslaught of punishment he had absorbed. Chairs. Kicks. Elbows. Knees. Nothing had kept him down. Nothing. But Zhou Kai and Drake Nygma weren’t giving up.

The Sumo Tsunami and the Nygma stood their ground, exchanging a silent nod before launching another assault. Zhou Kai let out a guttural sumo war cry, slamming his meaty palms together before he charged forward like an avalanche— BOOM! A monstrous SUMO PALM THRUST to the chest! Goro staggered.

Scott Slade: GORO JUST GOT ROCKED!

Takeshi Suzuki: IMPOSSIBLE!

But Nygma was already moving. The masked madman bounced off the ropes, using every bit of speed he could muster before leaping into the air— CRACK! A vicious running knee strike caught Goro flush on the jaw! The Tokyo Dome erupted.

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, HE’S STAGGERING! LOOK AT HIM!

For the first time all match, Goro looked vulnerable. His head snapped back, his massive frame rocked by the combined force of two relentless warriors. But still, he didn’t fall. Instead, Goro let out a guttural, beastly groan, his lips curling into something almost resembling a grin. His massive arms swung wide, grabbing both Zhou and Nygma by the throats— BUT THEN— A SHADOW MOVED BEHIND HIM.

It was silent. Precise. Calculated. The figure in the multicolored mask—Kuno No Senshi had been watching. Waiting. Studying. Kami Nakada—hidden behind the stolen mask and costume— had found Goro’s weakness. His unusually large bulge and grapfruits in his spandex wrestling leotard. Suddenly she lunged in from behind with a brutal, devastating, world-shattering— LOW BLOW dropping down to one knee and hitting him square in his overly large crown jewels with her fist.

Scott Slade: WHAT THE HELL?!

Goro’s entire body locked up. A horrific, inhuman gasp rattled from his throat, his crimson eyes bulging out like they were going to pop out of his head, his jaw went slack.

Chris Rodgers: WAIT… WAIT… WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, SHE HIT HIM IN THE DAMN FAMILY JEWELS! SHE GOT HIM IN THE GONADS WITH THE GRAPES OF WRATH! I MEAN SHE CRUSHED HIS GIANT BEAN BAG GOOD, BROTHER!!!!

Goro let out a deep, wretched groan, his entire massive body convulsing as he dropped to his knees. And then—he vomited.

Scott Slade: OH. MY. GOD.

The Tokyo Dome lost its collective mind.

Takeshi Suzuki: WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING?! WHY DID SHE ATTACK HER OWN TEAMMATE?!

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: THIS… THIS MAKES NO SENSE!

The AAPW announcers were in complete meltdown.

Takeshi Suzuki: WHY WOULD SHE BETRAY AAPW?! WHY WOULD SHE ATTACK YASHA GORO?!

Inside the ring, Kami Nakada stood over Goro’s trembling, retching body, breathing hard, her fists clenched. And then—she reached for her mask. The entire arena seemed to hold its breath. She peeled it off. And the world stopped. A stunned silence swept across the Tokyo Dome.

Scott Slade: WAIT. THAT’S NOT—

Chris Rodgers: HOLY SHIT. THAT’S KAMI NAKADA!

The crowd erupted into a thunderous mix of gasps, shouts, and utter disbelief.

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: WAIT?! WHAT?! NO! NO! NO!

Takeshi Suzuki: THIS IS A SCANDAL! THIS IS A DISGRACE!

Inside the ring, the Ultimate Wrestling roster stared in complete shock. Even the AAPW wrestlers were frozen. The camera zoomed in on the horror-stricken faces of the Japanese fans, their mouths open, their eyes wide. Kami Nakada had infiltrated the Rumble. She had taken Kuno No Senshi’s spot.

Scott Slade: THEY THOUGHT SHE WAS IN THE HOSPITAL! THEY THOUGHT SHE WAS GONE! BUT LOOK AT HER! SHE’S BACK—AND SHE JUST TOOK DOWN A MONSTER!

But the shock didn’t last. Zhou Kai and Drake Nygma snapped back into focus. They exchanged a look. And then—they grabbed Yasha Goro.

Scott Slade: NO WAY! NO WAY!

Chris Rodgers: THEY’RE GONNA DO IT!

Goro, still groggy, his body still trembling from the blow, couldn’t fight back. Zhou Kai and Nygma heaved him up. Over the top rope. CRASH. Yasha Goro hit the floor. ELIMINATED. The Tokyo Dome ERUPTED.

Chris Rodgers: HOLY SHIT! YASHA GORO IS GONE!

Takeshi Suzuki: NOOOOOOOO! THIS IS CHEATING! THIS IS DISHONORABLE!

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: Our monster… has fallen…

Scott Slade: Man I did not see that coming! It’s now seven on two in Ultimate Wrestling favor! Without Goroin the ring things are looking up for us!

To Be Continued In Part - 8