Ultimate Wrestling Season 3 - Ch.9: Ronin Rumble Night Two: PART - 8

Inside the ring, Kami Nakada stood tall, breathing heavily, her fists clenched. Sweat dripped down her brow, her chest rising and falling as she absorbed the chaos she had just caused. The Tokyo Dome still buzzed with the sheer disbelief of what had transpired. She had infiltrated the Rumble. She had taken down a monster. She had made history. For a brief moment, she let herself feel it—the surge of adrenaline, the rush of pulling off something no one expected. And that was her mistake.

BOOM! A monstrous forearm EXPLODED into the back of Kami’s skull!

Scott Slade: WAIT—NO! NO! NO!

Chris Rodgers: LOOK OUT, KAMI!

Before Kami could react, a pair of massive hands grabbed her by the waistband and collar. Sakura Ishikawa let out a feral roar, lifted Kami off her feet, and VIOLENTLY FLUNG HER OVER THE TOP ROPE! CRASH!

Takeshi Suzuki: KAMI NAKADA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! YES! YES! THAT SNAKE JUST GOT EXACTLY WHAT SHE DESERVED!

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: SHE CHEATED HER WAY IN—AND NOW SHE’S BEEN ERASED FROM HISTORY!

The Tokyo Dome ERUPTED in a mix of cheers and jeers, the Japanese crowd divided between outrage at Kami’s infiltration and sheer satisfaction at seeing her pay the price. Kami lay outside the ring, staring up at the lights in a daze, her moment of glory shattered in an instant.

Scott Slade: I CANNOT BELIEVE IT! SHE TOOK GORO OUT—AND GOT BLINDSIDED RIGHT AFTER!

Chris Rodgers: SHE TOOK HER EYES OFF THE BALL! A ROOKIE MISTAKE!

Inside the ring, Sakura Ishikawa cracked her knuckles, looking down at Kami with an amused smirk before turning her attention back to the fight. The match raged on—but one of the biggest shocks of the night had just happened. And then— BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… A colossal drumbeat shook the arena, followed by the deep, booming chants of "Dragon’s Roar" by Ling Wu.

Scott Slade: OH MAN, HERE COMES TROUBLE!

Chris Rodgers: THIS JUST GOT A LOT MORE INTERESTING! TWO OF BIGGEST BOYS ARE ABOUT TO BE IN THERE NOW! Rupert was genius! Saving the Sumo’s for toward the end! Total opposite of Tanaka dumb ass strategy to put them in first!

Emerging from the Ultimate Wrestling entrance, SUN HAO—THE RED WALL—stepped onto the stage, his 430-pound frame casting a shadow over the ramp.

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, HE’S A DAMN TANK!

Takeshi Suzuki: THIS IS A DISASTER! WE SHOULD GET AN EXTRA SPOT FOR THAT DIRTY TRICK NAKADA PULLED!

Sun Hao stomped forward, slapping his tree-trunk thighs, his shoulders rolling with unshakable confidence. The fans roared as the former sumo champion picked up speed, barreling toward the ring like an unstoppable freight train. And just as he hit the halfway mark— BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… A war cry pierced the Tokyo Dome as "Samurai Heart (Some Like It Hot!!)" by SPYAIR erupted through the speakers.

Takeshi Suzuki: YES! YES! A TRUE WARRIOR HAS ARRIVED!

From the AAPW stage, RYOTA ARAKAWA—IRON MUSHA— marched forward, his eyes burning with pure, righteous fire. Ryota, dressed in his dark green and crimson warrior gear, cracked his knuckles and clenched his fists, his entire body coiled with intensity. He locked eyes with Sun Hao from across the ramp.

Chris Rodgers: Oh boy… ohhh boy… something tells me this guy’s trouble…

Beast Bogan: Brother… you don’t know the half of it…

Sun Hao stomped to the ring apron, slapping it hard before stepping inside. Ryota followed suit, sliding in under the bottom rope with absolute purpose. And inside the ring? CHAOS ERUPTED. Zhou Kai turned toward his sumo brother, giving him a nod before both men BULLDOZED into Ishikawa crushing her against the turnbuckle.

Scott Slade: THE SUMO CONNECTION IS IN FULL EFFECT! ZHOU KAI AND SUN HAO ARE CLEANING HOUSE!

Meanwhile, Ryota Arakawa wasted no time. He BOLTED straight at Kaito Nakahara, a man he knew would need help. The moment he reached the battle—he LEVELED COLTON HURST WITH A CLOTHESLINE!

Chris Rodgers: HE JUST TOOK HURST’S HEAD OFF!

Lightning Man turned—AND ATE A DEVASTATING IRON FIST TO THE JAW!

Takeshi Suzuki: YES! AAPW IS BACK IN THIS!

Kaito Nakahara, who had been fighting off four men by himself, smirked through the blood dripping down his lip. He glanced at Ryota Arakawa—sworn enemies working together… he never thought the day would ever come. Kaito Nakahara wiped the blood from his lip, his smirk never fading as he locked eyes with Arakawa. A moment of understanding passed between them. Sworn enemies. Two warriors who had spent years trying to tear each other apart. And yet… here they stood together on this night with their backs up against the wall.

Takeshi Suzuki: I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE THIS—KAITO AND RYOTA FIGHTING TOGETHER?!

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: HELL HAS OFFICIALLY FROZEN OVER, Suzuki-san!

The Ultimate Wrestling forces—Drake Nygma, Lightning Man, Colton Hurst, Duc Nguyen, and Elizabeth D. O’Rourke—circled them like vultures, closing in on their prey. Kaito and Ryota stood back-to-back, their bodies loose but coiled with perfect tension, ready to explode. And then—Kaito exhaled through his nose… and they moved. Elizabeth struck first. She swung a stiff forearm at Kaito, but the Fallen Blade flowed like water, dodging to the side and snapping a stiff sidekick to her ribs with the precision of Bruce Lee.

Takeshi Suzuki: LOOK AT THE MOVEMENT! Kaito Nakahara MOVING LIKE A DAMN MOVIE FIGHT SCENE!

Elizabeth stumbled—just as Ryota struck. He vaulted off Kaito’s back, Jackie Chan-style, soaring through the air and CRACKED Elizabeth in the jaw with a spinning wheel kick!

Beast Bogan: HOLY HELL BROTHERS!!! DID YOU SEE THAT?!!!

Lightning Man sprinted at Ryota—Ryota sidestepped, using his opponent’s own momentum against him, and flung him over his shoulder into a Judo roll. Before Lightning Man could stand, Kaito leapt off Ryota’s back and SPIKED A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP onto Lightning Man’s spine!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THAT WAS SOME STRAIGHT-UP KUNG FU MOVIE MADNESS!

Colton Hurst tried to capitalize, rushing Ryota with a wild haymaker. BAD MOVE. Ryota ducked, grabbing Colton’s arm mid-swing, and in a perfect Jet Li-style counter, he twisted Hurst’s limb, forcing him to spin into a vulnerable position. Kaito capitalized instantly—a Chuck Norris-style spinning backfist connected with Colton’s temple!

Scott Slade: THESE TWO ARE MOVING LIKE THEY’VE BEEN TRAINING TOGETHER THEIR WHOLE LIVES!

Takeshi Suzuki: They are the ying to each other’s yang Slade-san! They are untouchable!

Duc Nguyen and Elizabeth D. O’Rourke charged next. Ryota sidestepped Duc’s rush and used his own momentum to redirect him, flinging him into the ropes. As Duc rebounded, Kaito launched him into the air with a perfectly timed Muay Thai push kick. Mid-air, Ryota intercepted Duc with a DEVASTATING Osaka Slam.

Chris Rodgers: THEY’RE TEARING US A NEW ASSHOLE IN THERE! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE! IT’S LIKE HAVE TO TAKUMA SATO’S IN THERE WORKING TANDEM!

Elizabeth was still dazed from the earlier shots, but Kaito and Ryota weren’t about to let her breathe. With perfect synchronization, Ryota ducked low while Kaito leapt over him, using his shoulders as a launchpad. BOOM! Kaito CRACKED Elizabeth with a flying knee straight to the jaw! She staggered back toward the ropes— EXACTLY where they wanted her.

Scott Slade: ELIZABETH IS IN DANGER—WAIT, WAIT—

Ryota pointed. Kaito nodded. And then—the finisher. Kaito hit the ropes, picking up speed, and as he came back, Ryota scooped him up—and SPUN INTO A TORNADO THROW, HURLING KAITO INTO ELIZABETH LIKE A MISSILE! BOOM!

Chris Rodgers: JESUS CHRIST! SHE JUST GOT DESTROYED!

Kaito crashed into Elizabeth’s chest with a flying dragon kick. The blast sent Elizabeth up over the top rope and hard onto the floor as Kaito landed on his feet with few feat to spare from the edge of the ring. He smiled and then rubbed his chin in a cocking manner showing just how satisifide he was with himself.

Takeshi Suzuki: ELIZABETH D. O’ROURKE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THAT WAS ART! PURE DAMN MARTIAL ARTS PERFECTION!

But there was no time to celebrate. Zhou Kai and Sun Hao loomed before them.

Scott Slade: OH BOY! THE SUMO BEASTS JUST SAW WHAT HAPPENED—AND THEY’RE PISSED!

Sakura Ishikawa had been backed into the ropes, struggling against Zhou Kai’s bull-rushing power, barely avoiding elimination. Ryota and Kaito exchanged a look.

Kaito: We’re not done yet you ideological fool!

Ryota: No. Not yet, but when we are I’m going rip out your tongue and present it to my master!

Kaito: Hahaha! Keep dreaming Ryota!

And then—they charged. Zhou Kai barely had time to react before Kaito slid low, sweeping his leg. Zhou staggered—but it was Ryota who capitalized first, lunging into him with a CRUSHING Dragon’s Roar Lariat!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THAT COULD KNOCK A DAMN OX OUT COLD!

Meanwhile, Sun Hao turned his massive frame, ready to crush Kaito beneath his weight. But Kaito wasn’t about to go toe-to-toe with 430 pounds of raw sumo muscle. He dodged.

Scott Slade: KAITO MOVING LIKE A DAMN GHOST!

Ryota grabbed Sun Hao from behind and attempted to lift him for a back suplex—but Sun Hao wasn’t budging. The massive sumo warrior let out a guttural snarl and DROVE his elbow into Ryota’s skull! Kaito reacted instantly—launching onto the second rope and FLIPPING onto Sun Hao’s back, locking in a guillotine choke!

Chris Rodgers: KAITO’S TRYING TO CHOKE THE SUMO OUT!

With the big men momentarily neutralized, Sakura had just enough breathing room to recover, her eyes flicking toward Kaito and Ryota. The battlefield had changed. AAPW wasn’t done yet. The war raged on. The Tokyo Dome cameras suddenly cut to the entrance stage, where the war between the Russians and The New Breed was reaching a dangerous level. Hara and Viktor Zlovred were still brawling with reckless abandon, neither willing to let their feud die—even after being eliminated.

Scott Slade: We almost forgot—these two lunatics are STILL GOING AT IT!

Chris Rodgers: Jesus Christ, where the hell is security? Why are these two being allowed to kill each other out here?

Blood dripped from Viktor’s forehead, his already bruised face twisting into an expression of pure rage as he swung a devastating right hook. Hara ducked, countering with a brutal knee to the gut, forcing the Russian brute to stagger backward. The medical team surrounding Mikhail Mordokrov was still working to stabilize their fallen Russian leader when Hara grabbed Viktor by the waistband of his jeans and the back of his shirt.

Scott Slade: WAIT, WAIT—HE WOULDN’T—

Chris Rodgers: OH MY GOD—

With a guttural roar, HARA VIOLENTLY FLUNG ZLOVRED OFF THE STAGE! The big Russian’s body twisted mid-air before CRASHING DOWN onto the UNMOVING Mordokrov.

Scott Slade: GOOD GOD! ZLOVRED JUST LANDED ON MORDOKROV! HE FLATTENED HIM LIKE A GOD DAMN PANCAKE!

Chris Rodgers: THE MEDICAL STAFF JUST GOT THE HELL OUT OF WAY IN TIME—THEY’RE GONNA NEED MORE STRETCHERS OUT HERE PRONTO!

The thud was sickening. The audience gasped in a mix of horror and excitement as Zlovred and Mordokrov lay in a broken heap, motionless. The medical staff that had barely escaped scrambled back toward the pile of bodies, trying to assess the damage. And yet—Hara stood tall, victorious. He exhaled sharply, cracking his knuckles as he turned back to the entrance ramp—just in time to see Kami Nakada walking up it. Hara’s face lit up with a mix of relief and joy. He spread his arms wide, ready to embrace her.

But Kami didn’t look relieved. Her expression was haunted—wide-eyed, pale, as if she had seen something horrifying. Hara, confused, stepped forward. "Kami?" His voice was warm, welcoming. And then—

Scott Slade: KAMI KICKED HARA IN THE BALLS. WHAT THE HELL?!?!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, SHE JUST PUT THE DAMN BOOTS TO HIS JEWELS! THIS WOMAN A REAL NUT-CRACKER!

The impact made Hara drop to his knees, his face twisted in sheer agony. He clutched his crotch, his body trembling as he tried to process what the hell just happened.

Chris Rodgers: WHY?! WHY WOULD SHE DO THAT?!

And before Hara could even react—KAMI GRABBED HIM BY THE HEAD, SPIKED HIM INTO THE METAL STAGE WITH A DEVASTATING DDT!

Scott Slade: SHE JUST DROVE HIS HEAD STRAIGHT INTO THE METAL!

The entire Tokyo Dome went silent for a moment. The confusion was absolute. Hara lay motionless on the stage, his fingers twitching slightly, completely dazed from the impact. Kami… just stood there. The camera zoomed in on her face—her hands trembling, her breathing heavy. And then—she flipped him the finger.

Kami Nakada: Fuck you, Hara!

Chris Rodgers: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

Scott Slade: KAMI JUST LAID OUT HER OWN DAMN STABLE-MATE AND LEFT HIM FOR DEAD!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED—BUT SOMETHING AIN’T RIGHT WITH HER!

The entire arena was frozen in shock as Kami took one final look at Hara’s broken form on the steel platform— AND THEN SHE SPRINTED BACKSTAGE. The camera followed her only briefly, catching one last look at her wide, panicked eyes before she disappeared into the shadows.

Chris Rodgers: Where the hell is she going?! WHY THE HELL DID SHE EVEN COME OUT HERE TO FIGHT AFTER WHAT HAPPENED TO HER LAST WEEK?! SOMETHING CLEARLY AIN’T RIGHT WITH MIND!

The entire Tokyo Dome was left in stunned disbelief. Back on the stage, Hara barely stirred. Back at ringside, medical staff frantically tended to the pile of broken Russians. Back inside the ring, the battle continued. And somewhere backstage… Kami Nakada ran. But from what? Or from who?

Back in the ring Sakura Ishikawa, breathless yet relentless, stepped forward, her fists clenched as she stood against an exhausted Duc Nguyen, Colton Hurst, and Drake Nygma. These three powerhouses had survived the chaos, showcasing their incredible strength and skill, but Sakura wasn’t backing down. Not now. Not ever.

Scott Slade: Sakura Ishikawa is still fighting! She refuses to go down!

Chris Rodgers: She might not be on our side, but you have to admire her, Slade, but let’s be real—she’s outnumbered!

Drake Nygma cracked his knuckles, stepping forward. "You fought well, but your time has come.” Sakura said nothing. Then—she struck. A devastating Iron Fist slammed into Nygma’s gut! The impact made him stagger, his body bending over as the wind left his lungs. Duc charged, but Sakura was ready. She sidestepped and, with inhuman strength, grabbed him by the waist and threw him into Colton Hurst! The two men collided hard, crashing onto the mat.

Takeshi Suzuki: SHE'S TAKING THEM ALL ON! SHE NOT AFRAID! THOSE TWO ARE EXHAUSTED AND SHE’S AS FRESH AS FRESH CAN BE!

Beast Bogan: SHE’S A DAMN TITANESS! SHE KNOWS WHAT SHES GOT TO DO IN THERE TO WIN!

Before Nygma could react, Sakura charged like a freight train, her body colliding into his like a wrecking ball! The sheer force of the shoulder block sent him flipping over the top rope—but at the last second, he gripped the ropes and skinned the cat! He quickly rolled back into the ring avoiding elimination.

Scott Slade: HE’S STILL IN! WOW! THIS MAN HAS BEEN IN THE RUMBLE FOR ALMOST 50 MINUTES AT THIS POINT! FANTASTIC STUFF FROM NYGMA!

Zhou Kai and Sun Hao, dazed but still standing, shook off the blows from their earlier battle with Kaito and Ryota. Their massive frames heaved as they fought to regain their composure, but as they turned—Sakura Ishikawa was already in motion. With an explosion of raw power, the Tatakai Titaness charged forward, targeting the sumo warriors like a wrecking ball of destruction. BOOM! Sakura smashed into Zhou Kai with a monstrous lariat, sending the 380-pounder stumbling backward against the ropes. Sun Hao rushed to counter, but Sakura ducked under his outstretched arms and spun into a brutal discus forearm that rocked his skull!

Chris Rodgers: SHE’S TAKING ON BOTH OF THE TERRACOTTA TITAN’S ON BY HERSELF!

Zhou Kai snarled, planting his feet. He wasn’t going down that easily. With a battle cry, he launched a thunderous palm strike aimed straight for Sakura’s chest— BUT SHE CAUGHT HIS ARM!

Scott Slade: NO WAY! NO WAY!

With a roar of pure, unfiltered strength, Sakura lifted Zhou Kai right off his feet and into a BACKDROP SUPLEX—SENDING HIM CRASHING DOWN ONTO SUN HAO!

Chris Rodgers: SHE JUST DUMPED ZHOU KAI ONTO HIS OWN PARTNER! SOMEONE DRUG TEST THAT BITCH FOR STEROIDS!

The Tokyo Dome ERUPTED.

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, CHECK FOR STERIOIDS, HGH, AND EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN THAT SHIT WAS BANANAS!

Both sumo warriors writhed in pain, their chests heaving as they struggled to rise. Sakura, breathing hard, took a step back, sizing them up. Then—she ran to the ropes.

Scott Slade: LOOK OUT—HERE SHE COMES!

Sakura built up full momentum, her legs powering her massive frame forward like a freight train.

Chris Rodgers: NO WAY—NO WAY!

AND THEN— DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! BOTH ZHOU KAI AND SUN HAO WERE SENT FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE! CRASH! The two sumo titans hit the floor, eliminated from the match!

Takeshi Suzuki: Zhou Kai and Sun Hao have been eliminated! SHE DID IT! SHE TOOK OUT BOTH OF THEM!

Scott Slade: Jesus Christ…

Chris Rodgers: HOW THE HELL DID SHE JUST DUMP TWO SUMO WARRIORS OUT OF THIS MATCH?!

The crowd in the Tokyo Dome went WILD, chanting Sakura’s name as she stood tall inside the ring. But there was no time to celebrate. Because Lightning Man was still a problem. Lightning Man darted across the ring like a blur, his speed even outmatching Kaito Nakahara and Ryota Arakawa’s reflexes. The masked hero bounced off the ropes with inhuman agility, leaping over a low kick from Kaito, rolling under a punch from Ryota, and springboarding off the middle rope into a dazzling aerial backflip—

Scott Slade: AND HE LANDED PERFECTLY ON HIS FEET! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THEY CAN’T EVEN TOUCH HIM!

Chris Rodgers: THIS MAN IS MOVING LIKE HE’S IN A DAMN VIDEO GAME!

Lightning Man grinned beneath his mask, the crowd feeding off his energy as he turned his focus back to his two challengers. Kaito and Ryota exchanged a glance.

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, I THINK THEY JUST DECIDED TO STOP PLAYING FAIR!

Lightning Man sprinted toward them again, going for a springboard Lightning Kick—but Kaito dodged! Ryota, anticipating the movement, spun Lightning Man around mid-air, catching him with a brutal Osaka Slam right into the mat!

Chris Rodgers: DAMN!

Lightning Man bounced off the canvas, disoriented—but STILL MOVING.

Scott Slade: HE’S STILL IN IT! HE STILL ON HIS FEET!

Kaito didn’t hesitate. He faked a spinning heel kick, making Lightning Man instinctively dodge—but the fakeout was a trap. Kaito immediately pivoted into a crushing backfist that caught Lightning Man right in the jaw!

Beast Bogan: HE READ HIM LIKE A DAMN BOOK!

Lightning Man stumbled back, his body wavering. Ryota narrowed his eyes. "End it." Kaito nodded. Lightning Man, still dazed, turned— AND KAITO BLASTED HIM IN THE TEMPLE WITH A THUNDEROUS ROUNDHOUSE KICK! THWACK! Lightning Man collapsed onto the mat like a puppet with its strings cut.

Chris Rodgers: HE’S OUT! HE’S OUT COLD!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, KAITO AND RYOTA JUST DROPPED HIM LIKE A DAMN SACK OF RICE!

The Tokyo Dome was still shaking from back-to-back eliminations.

Scott Slade: AND NOW—HERE COME THE NEXT TWO ENTRANTS!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… The Ultimate Wrestling entrance glowed with icy blue light. Then—“Deep End” by Ruelle whispered through the speakers.

Scott Slade: HERE HE COMES! THE MOST UNPREDICTABLE WRESTLER IN THE BUSINESS!

Chris Rodgers: I’M JUST GONNA SAY IT—THIS GUY IS A DAMN WEIRDO!

Through the smoke and flashing lights, emerged… Oswald Knight. Dressed in his sleek, penguin-themed gear, "Mr. Penguin" slid forward with effortless grace, twirling like an ice skater before stopping dead center on the stage. His calculating, cool expression showed no concern for the madness inside the ring.

Scott Slade: OSWALD KNIGHT HAS ARRIVED—AND NOBODY KNOWS WHAT HE'S THINKING!

Chris Rodgers: I DON’T THINK HE EVEN KNOWS WHAT HE’S THINKING, SCOTT!

Oswald slowly lifted his arms and spread them open like a bird. Then, as the crowd roared, he suddenly sprinted down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope in one fluid motion!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THIS GUY MOVES LIKE A DAMN GHOST ON ICE!

But the moment Oswald entered— The AAPW entrance exploded in crimson fire. The drums of "Dragon's Spirit" by Akira Ifukube pounded through the Tokyo Dome.

Takeshi Suzuki: SHINKU RYUJIN—THE CRIMSON DRAGON—HAS ARRIVED! HAHAHA YES!

AAPW’s mystical warrior strode onto the stage, his red dragon mask glowing under the lights. His entrance was methodical, almost ritualistic, every movement measured.

Takeshi Suzuki: THE DRAGON HAS COME TO RESTORE BALANCE!

Shinku Ryujin dropped into a low stance, fists clenched, his breathing slow and focused. Then, in a sudden burst—he sprinted toward the ring, vaulting over the ropes in a single bound! The moment Shinku Ryujin entered the fray, his eyes locked onto Drake Nygma like a predator spotting weakened prey. Nygma, battered and exhausted, had been in the match for nearly fifty minutes, his every movement sluggish, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Scott Slade: Nygma’s been in there forever! He’s running on fumes!

Chris Rodgers: And now he’s got to deal with SHINKU RYUJIN?! That’s just cruel!

Ryujin moved like lightning—calculated, sharp, relentless. He feinted forward, forcing Nygma to react before snapping a stiff low kick to Nygma’s lead leg. The masked lunatic winced but tried to fight back, swinging wildly. Ryujin slipped the punch and CRACKED him with a spinning back kick to the ribs! Nygma stumbled against the ropes, groaning in pain. He tried to push off, but Ryujin was already on him—palm strike to the jaw, followed by a blistering step-up enzuigiri!

Scott Slade: My God! Ryujin is too fast—Nygma can’t keep up!

Chris Rodgers: It’s like a cat playing with a half-dead mouse! He’s toying with him!

Nygma collapsed to one knee, sucking in air, sweat dripping from his mask. Ryujin backed up, eyes narrowing—then he leapt forward with a devastating AXE KICK aimed at Nygma’s skull! Nygma ROLLED at the last second!

Scott Slade: He dodged it! Somehow, he dodged it!

Ryujin’s heel THUNDERED into the mat, sending a shockwave up his leg. Nygma scrambled forward and lunged for a desperation roll-up, but Ryujin somersaulted through it, landing smoothly on his feet.

Chris Rodgers: HE’S A DAMN NINJA, SLADE!

As Nygma staggered to his feet, Ryujin blasted him with a picture-perfect dropkick that sent him tumbling back into the corner! Ryujin kipped up, the energy in his body seemingly endless. He sprinted forward— CORNER DROPKICK! Nygma’s head snapped back violently!

Scott Slade: HE’S OUT! HE’S OUT ON HIS FEET!

Ryujin grabbed Nygma by the wrist and WHIPPED him toward the ropes—except Nygma’s legs wobbled, nearly buckling beneath him. He barely made it to the ropes, using them to keep himself standing.

Chris Rodgers: Nygma’s is running on empty!

Ryujin cracked his knuckles and pointed toward the sky. The Tokyo Dome ROARED as he sprinted toward Nygma, looking for the DRAGON'S DESCENT (Flying Knee Strike)— BUT NYGMA COLLAPSED! Shinku soared OVER him, landing awkwardly against the ropes!

Scott Slade: NYGMA JUST AVOIDED TOTAL DESTRUCTION—BY ACCIDENT!

Chris Rodgers: ETHER THAT OR DEVINE FATE! SOMEBODY GIVE THAT MAN A DAMN MEDAL!

Nygma, gasping, dragged himself toward the middle of the ring, trying to get his bearings. Ryujin spun around, eyes flashing with renewed intensity, ready to finish what he started. On the other side of the battlefield, Sakura Ishikawa was a woman possessed. Duc Nguyen and Colton Hurst, both running on empty after nearly 30 minutes of grueling warfare, tried to corner her near the turnbuckle. They rushed in tandem, fists flying— Sakura ducked the first punch! Spun through the second! And DECAPITATED Duc with a LARIAT FROM HELL!

Scott Slade: OH MY GOD! WHAT A SHOT!

Chris Rodgers: DID YOU HEAR THAT IMPACT?!

Duc’s head bounced off the mat as he crumpled in a heap. Colton, wide-eyed, backed up slightly—then charged in with a running forearm! Sakura absorbed it. Colton hit her AGAIN. She barely flinched.

Scott Slade: Ohhh… Hurst is in trouble.

Chris Rodgers: She just ate those shots like a damn MACHINE!

Colton took a step back—Sakura stepped forward. He threw a final desperation punch— SAKURA CAUGHT HIS ARM! In an instant, she wrenched it into a brutal hammerlock, twisted into position, and LAUNCHED HIM ACROSS THE RING WITH A HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX!

Chris Rodgers: SHE JUST THREW HIM LIKE A DAMN RAGDOLL!

Duc groggily tried to rise—only for Sakura to BLAST HIM with a running knee lift! He staggered, eyes rolling back—AND SAKURA FLATTENED HIM WITH A STIFF PILEDRIVER!

Scott Slade: HURST AND DUC JUST GOT BULLDOZED!

Chris Rodgers: Sakura Ishikawa is NOT here to mess around!

Duc and Colton lay sprawled out on the mat, utterly spent. Sakura cracked her knuckles, exhaling slowly as she took in the carnage. Lightning Man and Oswald Knight circled their targets, sizing up Kaito Nakahara and Ryota Arakawa. Lightning Man darted forward first, using his agility to weave around Kaito’s counters. He ducked under a spinning kick, leapt over a sweep, and caught Kaito with a beautiful enzuigiri! Oswald, ever the opportunist, followed up by poking Ryota in the eyes!

Scott Slade: Oswald with the dirty tricks! He’s going right for the eyes!

Chris Rodgers: That’s why I LOVE this guy! He’s willing to do what it takes to win this WAR!

As Ryota stumbled back, Oswald grabbed him by the waistband and chucked him into Kaito—knocking both men into the ropes!

Oswald: Cheerio, gentlemen!

Lightning Man saw his moment. He SPRINTED forward—springboarded off the ropes—and hit Kaito with a stunning diving tornado DDT!

Chris Rodgers: NAKAHARA IS ROCKED! THIS COULD BE IT!

Oswald quickly grabbed Kaito and lifted him up as Lightning Man positioned himself—

Scott Slade: OH NO—OH NO— DOUBLE DROPKICK SENDS KAITO OVER THE ROPES! KAITO NAKAHARA—ELIMINATED!

Chris Rodgers: KAITO’S GONE! KAITO’S GONE! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!

Scott Slade: Lightning Man and Oswald just took out one of AAPW’s biggest threats!

Lightning Man threw his fists in the air, celebrating with the crowd— but Oswald just smiled. And then— Oswald grabbed Lightning Man by the back of the head and HURLED HIM OVER THE ROPES!

Scott Slade: WAIT—WAIT—NOOO!

Chris Rodgers: OH MY GOD! OSWALD BETRAYED LIGHTNING MAN! MUDCOCK IS GOING TO HAVE HIS HEAD FOR THIS!

Lightning Man crashed to the floor, stunned. He sat up, eyes wide beneath his mask, staring in utter disbelief at Oswald, who stood in the ring, mocking him with an exaggerated bow.

Scott Slade: THAT DAMN PENGUIN LOOKING BASTARD! HE SET HIM UP!

Chris Rodgers: I’d be impressed if we weren’t in a damn war right now. What the hell is he thinking?

The Tokyo Dome ERUPTED in shock as Oswald blew Lightning Man a kiss before turning his attention back to Ryota Arakawa. And then— BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Scott Slade: WHO’S NEXT?!

The arena went dark. "The Duke of Death" by Wumpskut hit the speakers.

Chris Rodgers: HERE COMES SIR LIONEL MONTBAR!

As the countdown hit zero, a fiery explosion of crimson and gold erupted on the AAPW stage. The opening chords of "Rising Sun" by BABYMETAL thundered through the Tokyo Dome, sending a wave of excitement rippling through the crowd. TATSU HIME HAD ARRIVED.

Scott Slade: Oh boy… I’ve heard of this one. This isn’t good Chris!

Takeshi Suzuki: THE FINAL MEMBER OF THE SACRED ORDER HAS ENTERED! NOW ALL THREE WARRIORS STAND UNITED! THOSE SORRY EXCUSES FOR WARRIORS YOU HAVE IN THE RING ARE ABOUT TO BE TAUGHT A VALUABLE LESSON!

Chris Rodgers: Hmph! Will see about that…

Draped in a flowing red cape, her golden-spiked mask shimmering under the bright arena lights, Tatsu Hime sprinted down the ramp, her every movement a masterclass in precision and grace. She vaulted onto the apron, flipped over the top rope in one fluid motion, and landed in the center of the ring in a perfect three-point stance.

Chris Rodgers: Ain't no way… this is unfair! These martial arts freaks just assembled like the damn Avengers!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THIS AIN'T JUST A TEAM—THIS IS A WHOLE DAMN WAR UNIT! THEY’RE ABOUT TO CLEAN HOUSE!

The Sacred Order was complete. Ryota Arakawa. Shinku Ryujin. Tatsu Hime. Three warriors, each with their own perfected martial arts discipline, stood in a Triangle formation, moving like a single organism, synchronized and deadly. Duc Nguyen and Colton Hurst—both battered, exhausted, and running on pure survival instinct—realized they were in deep, deep trouble. Ryota Arakawa rushed Hurst, dodged a desperate swing, and CRACKED him with a brutal spinning back elbow to the ribs! Hurst doubled over, gasping for breath—only for Ryota to use his back as a launchpad!

Scott Slade: OH MY GOD—WHAT A MOVE!

Ryota leapt backward, planting his feet on Hurst’s spine, then SPRANG OFF HIM like a platform to deliver a flying knee strike to Duc Nguyen’s jaw! Duc spun mid-air and hit the mat HARD.

Chris Rodgers: HOW THE HELL DID HE EVEN PULL THAT OFF?!

Tatsu Hime saw her moment. She vaulted onto the top rope, balancing with effortless precision, then SOARED HIGH into a corkscrew moonsault.

Scott Slade: CRIMSON SKY! DUC NGUYEN JUST GOT FLATTENED!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THIS AIN’T A MATCH NO MORE—THIS IS A DAMN BALLET OF DESTRUCTION!

Duc twitched, barely conscious. Colton Hurst, dizzy, tried to mount a comeback—he lunged at Ryota with a wild forearm, but Shinku Ryujin intercepted with a DEVASTATING AXE KICK to the shoulder! Hurst staggered—right into Tatsu Hime’s grasp. She whipped him to the ropes—flipped forward—and connected with a brutal rolling forearm!

Scott Slade: HURST IS OUT ON HIS FEET!

Takeshi Suzuki: AND NOW—THE FINAL STRIKE!

Ryota and Shinku moved in unison. Ryota lifted Hurst into a vertical suplex position—while Shinku sprinted to the corner, springboarded off the ropes, and CRACKED him with a flying spinning back elbow in mid-air! Hurst flipped inside out and crashed to the mat. Tatsu Hime and Ryota each grabbed a fallen opponent. They exchanged a knowing glance. Then—THEY HURLED DUC NGUYEN AND COLTON HURST OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Scott Slade: THEY’RE GONE! THE SACRED ORDER JUST CLEARED TWO MORE ULTIMATE WRESTLING COMPETITORS FROM THE MATCH!

Chris Rodgers: Damn these ninjas!

The Sacred Order stood tall, breathing in sync, their movements sharp, controlled, and terrifyingly effective. But then—the momentum stopped. Because two wild cards still remained. Oswald Knight & Sir Lionel Montbar. Oswald, still mocking Lightning Man’s earlier elimination, dusted off his sleeves and grinned at the sight of the Sacred Order glaring at him. Lionel Montbar, meanwhile, looked confused—like he wasn’t even aware he was in a wrestling match. He straightened his imaginary coat of arms, raised his hand, and pointed dramatically at the Sacred Order.

Lionel Montbar: Have at thee, heathens!

Scott Slade: …Did he just call them heathens?!

Chris Rodgers: Montbar thinks this is a damn medieval tournament!

Oswald clapped his hands. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? A team of kung-fu super assassins. Quite the conundrum, don’t you think, Montbar?"

Lionel Montbar: Aye, the sorcerers of the East have come for our heads, Sir Knight! But fear not, for I SHALL SLAY THEM ALL!

Scott Slade: This is… this is surreal.

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, I LOVE EVERY SECOND OF IT!

And then—the battle was on. Oswald Knight and Lionel Montbar took the fight straight to the Sacred Order! Oswald ducked under a spinning heel kick from Shinku and poked him in the eyes. Tatsu Hime launched at Oswald, looking for a hurricanrana—but Oswald caught her mid-air and SLAMMED her into the mat with a powerbomb!

Scott Slade: HOW IS HE EVEN KEEPING UP WITH THEM?!

Meanwhile, Lionel Montbar was FIGHTING LIKE A WARRIOR! Ryota came at him with a low kick— but Montbar spun away like a fencer dodging a thrust!

Scott Slade: Wow! I did not expect that kind of agility from Montbar!

Takeshi Suzuki: Apparently he’s full of surprise Slade-san…

Chris Rodgers: HE THINKS HE’S IN A DAMN SWASHBUCKLING DUEL! Ryota tried to counter, but Montbar countered with a brutal shoulder block, knocking him off balance!

The chaos in the ring was absolute. The Sacred Order, for the first time in this match, found themselves off-balance. Their martial arts techniques were perfect—but they weren’t designed to handle two lunatics who fought like they had no rules. And then— BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… "DIE MF DIE" by Dope blasted through the arena.

Chris Rodgers: Who the hell is this?

Scott Slade: He was just signed this week! Goes by the bame Kenny Volcano!

At the same time, "Blood and Thunder" by Mastodon shook the arena.

Takeshi Suzuki: YES! YES! THE VENGEFUL SPIRIT HAS COME! ISAO KUROSAWA HAS ARRIVED!

Scott Slade: Both sides only have four wrestlers left on the bench! Were getting the last stages of this rumble people!

As Kenny Volcano sprinted down the ramp, eyes burning with reckless fury, and Isao Kurosawa marched to the ring like a man on a mission, the Tokyo Dome prepared for the next level of carnage. The ring was a war zone. The Sacred Order moved with terrifying unity, striking like a well-trained martial arts strike team.

Oswald, ever the opportunist, caught Shinku Ryujin distracted and side kicked him in the kidney, breaking the Order’s rhythm. Meanwhile, Montbar blocked a roundhouse kick from Ryota Arakawa with his forearm before driving a knee into his gut!

Scott Slade: Montbar and Oswald are proving to be a major problem for the Sacred Order!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THEY’RE JUST OUT HERE SWINGING WILD AND MAKING IT WORK!

Montbar, in his mind still living a medieval knight’s duel, roared dramatically.

Lionel Montbar: FOR THE KINGDOM! I SHALL SLAY THEE, FOUL ASSASSINS!

Scott Slade: Good lord…

Takeshi Suzuki: Montbar’s delusions aside, his sheer unpredictability is messing up the Sacred Order’s synchronization!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… BOOM! A FIERCE GUITAR RIFF TEARS THROUGH THE TOKYO DOME! "HEARTLESS SCAT" BY NINGEN ISU BLASTS THROUGH THE SPEAKERS!

Scott Slade: IT’S HER! IT’S MAKI NISHIMURA!

The fans EXPLODED! Charging down the ramp, Maki Nishimura—The Juggernaut Jewel of Japan—stormed toward the ring, her powerful frame moving with the grace of a battle-hardened warrior!

Beast Bogan: THE FAN FAVORITE IS HERE! BROTHER, SHE’S ABOUT TO BULLDOZE THIS WHOLE DAMN MATCH!

Scott Slade: And look at that reaction! The Tokyo Dome is shaking right now!

Chris Rodgers: I hate to admit it, but she’s one of the strongest competitors in Ultimate Wrestling!

Maki climbed onto the apron, cracked her knuckles, and STEPPED INTO THE CHAOS. Tatsu Hime launched at Maki, springboarding off the ropes for a flying crossbody—BUT MAKI CAUGHT HER MID-AIR!

Chris Rodgers: SHE CAUGHT HER LIKE A CHILD!

Maki POWER-SLAMMED Tatsu straight into the mat!

Beast Bogan: OH-HO-HO, BROTHER, THIS WOMAN AIN’T HERE TO PLAY!

Montbar, still lost in his medieval fantasy, turned to Maki with admiration in his eyes.

Lionel Montbar: AH! A FELLOW WARRIOR OF GREAT HONOR! LET US FIGHT SIDE BY SIDE AND LAY WASTE TO THESE FOUL SORCERERS!

Maki, unfazed by Montbar’s theatrics, simply nodded.

Scott Slade: Well, looks like Lionel found himself a new ally!

Chris Rodgers: Maki might not live in his crazy fantasy world, but she sure as hell knows how to fight like a warrior!

With no words needed, they charged together! Maki blasted through Tatsu Hime with a devastating sumo palm strike, sending her staggering back into the ropes. Montbar, fueled by his delusions, caught Ryota Arakawa mid-strike and suplexed him across the ring!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THE SACRED ORDER JUST GOT A TASTE OF TRUE POWER!

Takeshi Suzuki: No! This isn’t supposed to happen! The Sacred Order was in control!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… "MONEY" BY PINK FLOYD BLASTED THROUGH THE ARENA!

Takeshi Suzuki: HAH! YASUO OKADA IS HERE!

The Street Rat of AAPW swaggered onto the stage, smirking arrogantly, adjusting his sunglasses, and flashing a wad of cash at the cameras.

Scott Slade: Oh, great. This little weasel is about to ruin someone’s night.

Chris Rodgers: You gotta respect a man who understands that wrestling is a business! He’s here for money, not honor!

Scott Slade: He’s a disgrace to AAPW! A rat who only fights when he has an advantage! Everyone knows it!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, I THINK THIS GUY JUST BRIBED SOMEONE ON HIS WAY TO THE RING!

Yasuo slid under the ropes and IMMEDIATELY ducked behind the Sacred Order, positioning himself so they were between him and the Ultimate Wrestling competitors.

Yasuo Okada: Heh… No need to rush! Let’s just… see how things play out, eh?

Scott Slade: Look at him, hiding like a coward!

But then—BAM! Maki Nishimura LAUNCHED herself at him, delivering a THUNDEROUS SUMO PALM STRIKE! Yasuo WENT FLYING into the turnbuckle!

Beast Bogan: SHE JUST DAMN NEAR BROKE HIS RIBS!

Chris Rodgers: SOMEBODY CALL HIS ACCOUNTANT, BECAUSE THAT MAN JUST WENT BANKRUPT!

Yasuo scrambled away, clutching his chest—AND THEN ALMOST GOT CLOTHESLINED OVER THE TOP ROPE BY KENNY VOLCANO,

Scott Slade: YASUO’S ON THE BRINK! HE’S ALMOST OUT!

BUT HE GRABBED THE ROPES—HOOKED HIS LEGS AROUND KENNY’S NECK—AND FLIPPED HIM INTO A HURRICANRANA! Kenny tumbled toward the ropes.

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: KENNY ALMOST WENT OVER—BUT HOOKED HIS ARMS JUST IN TIME!

Chris Rodgers: ALMOST ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH!

Scott Slade: This match is total chaos! We’ve got near eliminations left and right!

Scott Slade: We are getting close to our final six entrants! Who else is going to change the course of this match?!

Beast Bogan: THE FIELD IS STACKED, AND THE ELIMINATIONS ARE ONLY GOING TO GET MORE BRUTAL!

Chris Rodgers: NO ONE WANTS TO LEAVE THIS MATCH EMPTY-HANDED! THE $2 MILLION PRIZE AND THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER SPOT ARE TOO DAMN VALUABLE!

The chaos in the ring reached a fever pitch, with every competitor battling for survival, inches from elimination. Kenny Volcano sprang back up after Yasuo’s hurricanrana and wasted no time going after him again. He leaped off the second rope, twisting mid-air—missile dropkick straight to Yasuo’s chest! Yasuo flew backward, his momentum carrying him over the ropes—but at the last second, he latched onto the top rope, dangling by his fingertips!

Scott Slade: He’s gone—NO! Yasuo’s hanging on for dear life!

Kenny lunged again, looking to finish the job, but Ryota Arakawa stepped in, taking a blanched martial arts tand. Kenny slammed into his chest with a dull thud, staggering backward. Ryota seized him, lifted him high into a gorilla press, marched toward the ropes—AND LAUNCHED HIM!

Scott Slade: OH MY GOD, KENNY VOLCANO JUST GOT SENT FLYING!

But as Kenny plummeted, he grabbed hold of Yasuo wrapping his arms around him in desperation!

Takeshi Suzuki: What the hell?! They’re both hanging on!

Chris Rodgers: That’s survival instinct, Slade! If one goes, might as well take the other with him!

The two men kicked and flailed, struggling to pull themselves back inside. Maki Nishimura squared up with Shinku Ryujin. The martial arts master crouched, his muscles coiled, eyes scanning her like a predator studying prey. Maki smirked and cracked her knuckles, daring him to make the first move. Shinku struck first—blindingly fast palm strikes, each one landing with pinpoint precision!

Scott Slade: Ryujin’s hands are like lightning! But Maki isn’t backing down!

Maki absorbed the blows, shifting her stance—then fired a thunderous sumo palm strike! The impact snapped Shinku’s body backward—but he twisted in mid-air and landed on his feet!

Takeshi Suzuki: Unbelievable! The balance, the technique—this man is unreal!

Maki charged, looking to press the attack, but Shinku turned her momentum against her, flipping her toward the ropes! She grabbed the top rope at the last second, barely hanging on!

Scott Slade: She almost went out! This is like watching two warriors from an ancient battlefield!

Across the ring, Oswald Knight seized the moment—dropping to one knee and nailing a brutal low blow on Isao Kurosawa from behind!

Chris Rodgers: YES! THE DIRTY KNAVE STRIKES AGAIN!

Takeshi Suzuki: That was disgusting! Have some honor!

Isao gasped, staggering forward as Oswald grinned wickedly. Lionel Montbar’s booming voice rang through the Tokyo Dome.

Lionel Montbar: YOU! FELL WARLOCKS! SHALL FALL TO MY BLADE!

He charged, knocking Shinku aside with a diving shoulder block—only for Shinku to roll through and land in a perfect defensive stance.

Beast Bogan: Brother, that was like watching a damn kung-fu movie!

Oswald grabbed Tatsu Hime and tried to force her over the top rope! But Tatsu flipped backward, landing on the second rope and springboarding off with a crushing forearm smash! Drake Nygma, exhausted after nearly 60 minutes in the match, threw wild punches at Sakura Ishikawa. She ducked, countering with a stiff roundhouse kick to the ribs!

Scott Slade: Nygma just got folded in half!

She grabbed his arm, dragging him toward the ropes—trying to toss him out! Nygma wrapped his legs around the bottom rope, clinging on for dear life! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… "Symphony of Destruction" by Megadeth exploded through the arena.

Takeshi Suzuki: YES!!! HAHAHA! THE APEX PREDATOR HAS ARRIVED!

Chris Rodgers: Apex predator… Hah… give me a break. This guy?

Shinji Kobayashi strutted onto the stage, smirking as he admired his own reflection on the entrance ramp before making his way to the ring.

Scott Slade: Are you kidding me?! This guy’s checking himself out instead of getting into the fight!

Takeshi Suzuki: When you look that good, Slade, you gotta appreciate the view!

Shinji slid under the ropes and took in the chaos. Fighters teetered on the edge of elimination, battles waged in every corner. Then his eyes landed on Lionel Montbar.

Lionel Montbar: AHA! A WORTHY CHALLENGER!

Beast Bogan: Oh-ho, brother, this one’s gonna be good!

The Tokyo Dome shook with anticipation. The battlefield was set, and the final moments of the match loomed near. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… "Guerrilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine hit.

Scott Slade: HOLY HELL, BUSINESS IS ABOUT TO PICK UP! I CAN’T BELIEVE HE’S ACTUALLY GOING TO FIGHT TONIGHT!

Chris Rodgers: IT’S TAKUMA SATO! THE MOST DANGEROUS MAN IN WRESTLING!

Beast Bogan: Brother…

Takuma Sato stepped onto the stage, his face concealed beneath a haunting white-and-yellow protective mask with a distinct asian design. Heavy bandages wrapped his head and body, deep stitches lining his arms, chest, and shoulders. A Sato chant began to pick up as his death defying performance from the night before was still fresh in there minds.

Suzuki: He looks like he just walked out of a damn warzone… and now he’s walking straight into another one.

Scott Slade: The man has been through hell and no one has scene him without that mask on since last nights Barbedwire rope, Hell in the Cell, 4 on 4 Texas Tornadao elimination match against the North Koreans.

Chris Rodgers: He scarred, wounded, still bleeding and spots… and yet here he is defending this company like a true hero! I take everything bad back I said about this young man!

Takuma cracked his neck, clenched his fists—and charged the ring like a man possessed!

Scott Slade: EACH SIDE HAS TWO WRESTLERS LEFT ON THE BENCH—AND THIS MATCH HAS HIT ITS BOILING POINT! I THINK THIS IS THE MOST COMPETITORS WE’VE HAD IN THE RING AT ONE TIME TONGIHT!

The Tokyo Dome rumbled as the battle raged on, fighters pushing their limits as eliminations loomed over them like a sword ready to fall. Maki Nishimura and Sakura Ishikawa locked eyes, circling each other with measured steps. The crowd roared in anticipation—the powerhouse of Ultimate Wrestling versus the Titaness of AAPW. Sakura struck first, her movements precise and deliberate. She threw a rapid low kick—Maki checked it and countered with a punishing knife-edge chop to the chest!

Takeshi Suzuki: Sakura’s gotta be careful! Maki hits like a runaway truck! She as big as one too! Hahahaha!

Undeterred, Sakura slipped behind Maki and wrapped her arms around her waist, trying to lift her for a German suplex—but Maki planted her feet, powered through, and smashed Sakura with a brutal back elbow!

Chris Rodgers: SHE JUST SHOOK THAT GIRL'S BRAIN!

Sakura stumbled but rebounded, launching herself into a spinning heel kick that connected with Maki’s jaw! Maki staggered, and Sakura pressed her advantage, trying to force her back toward the ropes!

Meanwhile, the chaotic alliance of Knight, Montbar, Nygma, and Volcano converged on their targets. Isao Kurosawa, Yasuo Okada, and Shinji Kobayashi found themselves surrounded.

Chris Rodgers: Ohhh, this doesn’t look good for The Syndicate!

Scott Slade: Good, they’re a bunch of thugs!

Montbar lunged at Shinji, who dodged and retaliated with a stiff knee strike to the ribs! Nygma and Volcano worked in tandem, cutting off Yasuo Okada’s escape routes, forcing him into a corner. Knight cackled, stomping Isao Kurosawa’s hand, then gouging his eyes like a ruthless street brawler.

Beast Bogan: OSWALD AIN’T HERE TO WRESTLE, BROTHER—HE’S HERE TO MAIM!

The Syndicate fought back with everything they had—Shinji threw a savage elbow at Montbar’s jaw, Yasuo tried to slither his way free, and Isao nailed Knight with a sickening headbutt that sent the dirty tactician stumbling!

Takeshi Suzuki: This is turning into a brawl in the trenches!

But all eyes suddenly turned to the center of the ring. Takuma Sato stepped forward, his masked face unreadable. Across from him, The Sacred Order stood united—Shinku Ryujin, Ryota Arakawa, and Tatsu Hime.

Scott Slade: Oh man, it looks like Sato want’s a piece of the Scard Order straight away.

Chris Rodgers: If there is anyone on our roster who can handle these three it’s Sato.

Takuma Sato lifted his hand and motioned toward them in a slow, deliberate motion—the unmistakable invitation of a master.

Chris Rodgers: You see that?! That’s the Bruce Lee ‘come get some’!

Takeshi Suzuki scoffed. What arrogance! He thinks he can take on The Sacred Order by himself? Shinku Ryujin crossed his arms, shaking his head. Ryota Arakawa cracked his knuckles, unimpressed. Tatsu Hime, however, snarled and accepted the challenge. She rushed forward with blinding speed, launching into a flying knee aimed at Takuma’s head—but he sidestepped effortlessly! Tatsu pivoted, throwing rapid forearms, trying to overwhelm him—Sato weaved through them with Jeet Kune Do precision, his movements like liquid, unpredictable and efficient.

Scott Slade: SATO IS MOVING LIKE A DAMN SHADOW!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, HE’S READING HER LIKE A DAMN BOOK!

She tried to adjust—shot in for a takedown—Sato countered, wrapping her arm and twisting into a tight standing armbar!

Chris Rodgers: HE’S GOT HER LOCKED UP! THIS IS BAD NEWS FOR TATSU HIME!

Shinku and Ryota realized the danger too late—they stepped forward to intervene—but Sato let go, spun, and nailed Tatsu in the gut with a devastating Wushu Butterfly Kick. Tatsu staggered, gasping for air—and in one fluid motion, Takuma Sato grabbed her by the wrist, yanked her toward the ropes, and flung her over the top!

Scott Slade: WHAT A SHOT!

Takeshi Suzuki: NOOO! TATSU HIME IS OUT!

The crowd erupted as Tatsu Hime tumbled to the floor, clutching her ribs in pain.

Chris Rodgers: TAKUMA SATO JUST TOOK OUT ONE OF THE BEST HIGH-FLYERS IN AAPW!

Shinku Ryujin and Ryota Arakawa stared at Sato, now realizing he was no ordinary fighter.

Scott Slade: That look on The Sacred Order’s faces tells the whole story! Takuma Sato just sent a message loud and clear!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, HE JUST PUNCHED HIS TICKET TO A REAL FIGHT!

The Tokyo Dome pulsed with anticipation, the rumble reaching a fever pitch as the remaining competitors fought like their lives depended on it. The ring was a battlefield, each moment teetering on the edge of glory or disaster.

Kenny Volcano found himself locked in a furious exchange with Isao Kurosawa, the two warriors trading stiff forearms and sharp kicks in the center of the ring. Kenny ducked a wild clothesline and leapt up, catching Isao in the side of the head with a snap enzuigiri! Isao stumbled, momentarily dazed, but Kenny wasn’t finished—he raced toward the ropes, sprang onto the second turnbuckle, and came flying back with a twisting crossbody!

Scott Slade: Kenny Volcano is flying all over the place!

Isao caught him mid-air.

Chris Rodgers: Or maybe not!

With a grunt of effort, Isao launched Kenny up onto his shoulders, holding him in a precarious powerbomb position. Oswald Knight saw the danger and rushed in, aiming to save his teammate—but Yasuo Okada intercepted him, clipping Oswald’s knee from behind.

Beast Bogan: Brother, it’s an all-out brawl in there! Every man for himself!

Isao rushed toward the ropes, trying to powerbomb Kenny over the top! But Kenny fought back, hammering Isao’s forehead with wild punches! He managed to swing backward, hooking his legs around Isao’s neck—AND SPIKED HIM WITH A HURRICANRANA! Isao went tumbling toward the ropes—he nearly went over! His legs kicked wildly as he hooked the bottom rope at the last second, his body barely dangling inside the ring!

Scott Slade: ISAO’S ALMOST OUT! HE’S HANGING BY A THREAD!

Chris Rodgers: SOMEONE NEEDS TO FINISH THE JOB!

Before Kenny could capitalize, Shinji Kobayashi blindsided him, grabbing a handful of hair and driving his knee into Kenny’s spine! Kenny arched backward in pain, leaving himself wide open—Shinji took advantage and drove him headfirst into the mat with a VICIOUS full nelson slam!

Takeshi Suzuki: The Apex Predator is playing the long game! He’s letting others do the damage, then swooping in like a vulture!

Meanwhile, Maki Nishimura and Sakura Ishikawa clashed like titans. The crowd was firmly behind Maki, chanting her name as she unleashed a rapid series of sumo palm strikes, each impact echoing through the arena! Sakura gritted her teeth, absorbing the blows before she twisted her hips and countered with a spinning back kick! Maki caught it—and shoved Sakura backward, sending her rolling across the mat! Sakura sprang back to her feet, eyes burning with competitive fire. She nodded in acknowledgment, then charged forward again. Maki braced herself, but at the last second, Sakura ducked low, scooped her up onto her shoulders, and spun for an AIRPLANE SPIN!

Scott Slade: Sakura’s trying to disorient Maki!

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: Look at the strength of this titaness!

Maki fought through the dizziness, twisting her body mid-spin, then broke free with a wild elbow to the side of Sakura’s head! As soon as she landed on her feet, Maki planted herself low and exploded forward— DRILLING Sakura with a brutal sumo thrust! Sakura stumbled toward the ropes! Maki charged, looking to send her over— but Sakura ducked low, twisting her body in mid-air and rebounding off the second rope with a spinning forearm smash! Maki staggered, shaking her head as Sakura moved in to press the attack.

Beast Bogan: SHE NEARLY TOOK MAKI’S HEAD CLEAN OFF!

The camera cut to the center of the ring, where Takuma Sato stood motionless, his piercing gaze locked onto the Sacred Order. The bloodstained bandages wrapped around his body made him look like a warrior who had already fought a war and was ready for another.

Scott Slade: And there he is... The Most Dangerous Man in Wrestling. You got think that his face mush be like hamburger underneath that mask, Chris.

Chris Rodgers: No doubt. The man who survived a damn deathmatch last night—AND HE’S CALLING OUT THE SACRED ORDER!

Yasuhiro Fujimoto: I’ll give credit where credit is due Rodger-san. This Sato has impressed me thus far.

Sato extended his hand, curling his fingers in a Bruce Lee-style taunt. Ryota Arakawa cracked his knuckles, his massive frame tensing. Shinku Ryujin narrowed his eyes, a flicker of amusement passing over his face. Tatsu Hime had fallen, but they would not.

Takeshi Suzuki: These two are world-class martial artists. They’re not falling for Sato’s bait. I don’t care how impressive he’s been!

Scott Slade: A mistake. Mark my words Suzuki!

Arakawa struck first, rushing forward like a charging bull! His massive palm thrust flew toward Sato’s chest— but Sato angled his body just enough to let it slide past him, then delivered a Wushu Butterfly Kick straight to Arakawa’s temple!

Chris Rodgers: DAMN! HE JUST ROCKED HIM GOOD!

Arakawa stumbled sideways, dazed, but Ryujin was already moving. He leapt forward with a spinning backfist—Sato ducked it— Ryujin twisted mid-air and came back with a scorpion kick! It landed flush against Sato’s jaw!

Scott Slade: Sato’s reeling! Ryujin’s speed is unreal!

Sato staggered, but instead of backing down. He spat blood onto the mat and motioned for Ryujin to come at him again.

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THIS MAN AIN’T HUMAN!

Sato bounced on his heels, rolling his shoulders as Ryujin circled him like a viper. They lunged at each other simultaneously— Ryujin threw a lightning-fast palm strike, Sato redirected it, twisted his hips— AND CAUGHT RYUJIN WITH A PERFECT HIP THROW! Ryujin soared over Sato’s shoulder, flipping through the air— AND CRASHED OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Scott Slade: RYUJIN’S GONE! HE NEVER SAW IT COMING!

Ryujin landed hard on the floor, stunned, looking up at the lights in disbelief.

Chris Rodgers: Takuma Sato just ELIMINATED another member of the Sacred Order!

Takeshi Suzuki: How?! HOW IS HE DOING THIS?! WHERE DID HE TRAIN AT? WHO IS THIS MAN’S MASTER? I WANT TO KNOW RIGHT NOW SLADE!

Scott Slade: I think his dad?…

Sato exhaled slowly, wiping the blood from his lips.

Beast Bogan: Brother, he looks like he’s just getting started.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… "Born for This" by Royal Deluxe SHOOK the arena! August Knight charged toward the ring, laser-focused, ready to bring strategy into the warzone. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana BLARED!

Takeshi Suzuki: DAIKI YAMASHITA! THE MASTERMIND IS HERE!

Scott Slade: This is it everyone! The next two entrants will be the last for both sides! We are in the final moments of this Ronin Rumble! Who will rise up, take control, and secure victory for their promotion!

The Tokyo Dome was shaking. The energy in the building reached a fever pitch as the battle raged inside the ring—bodies smashing against the ropes, boots cracking against flesh, warriors battling exhaustion as they clawed their way toward survival. The stakes had never been higher.

August Knight was a man possessed. He stormed across the ring, his eyes locked onto Oswald Knight. Blood didn’t matter. Loyalty didn’t matter. All that mattered was the hatred boiling between them. Oswald snarled as August lunged, grappling him into the ropes! The two clawed at each other like rabid dogs, neither one giving an inch.

On the opposite side of the ring, Sakura Ishikawa was on the hunt again. She had already carved a path of destruction in the Rumble, racking up eliminations like a warrior cutting through a battlefield. She locked eyes with Lionel Montbar. Montbar grinned…

Montbar: AHA! A LADY WARRIOR OF HONOR! COME, FACE ME IN GLORIOUS COMBAT!

Sakura answered with a spinning backfist that CRACKED against his jaw! Montbar staggered—Sakura didn’t hesitate. She shot forward, leapt, and BLASTED him with a running dropkick! Montbar went flying— OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Scott Slade: LIONEL MONTBAR IS OUT! SAKURA ISHIKAWA JUST CLAIMED ANOTHER SOUL!

Takeshi Suzuki: FOUR ELIMINATIONS! FOUR! THIS WOMAN IS INCREDIBLE! THANK GOD SHE’S ON OUR SIDE!

Chris Rodgers: SHE’S RUNNING THROUGH THIS MATCH LIKE A ONE-WOMAN WRECKING CREW!

But there was no time to celebrate. At the center of the ring, Takuma Sato still stood face-to-face with Ryota Arakawa. Unlike the others, Arakawa hadn’t fallen. He wasn’t caught off guard. He was standing his ground.

Beast Bogan: THIS RIGHT HERE, BROTHER—THIS IS A DAMN NINJA WARRIOR SHOWDOWN BETWEEN THESE TWO!

Arakawa rolled his neck, clenched his fists. The air between them was thick with tension. Sato tilted his head, smirking. He raised one hand—then motioned for Arakawa to come at him, just like he had before.

Scott Slade: OH, HE WANTS HIM! SATO WANTS TO THROW HANDS WITH ARARAKAWA!

Takeshi Suzuki: This kid is insane! Araarakawa will destory him!

Arakawa accepted the challenge. He lunged forward—palms up—STRIKES BLASTING INTO SATO’S CHEST LIKE CANNON SHOTS! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Sato stumbled back—Arakawa struck again— but Sato sidestepped, slipping past, spinning around his opponent like a phantom. CRACK! Sato lashed out—WUSHU BUTTERFLY KICK TO THE HEAD! Arakawa staggered—but didn’t fall! His eyes burned with pure fire.

Chris Rodgers: Sato’s speed and ability to make an opponent miss are unmatched! His counterstrikes are the thing of legend and Ararakawa is learning this the hard way!

Sato didn’t hesitate. He exploded forward—ducked a wild strike— then wrapped his arm around Arakawa’s throat!

Scott Slade: DRAGON SLEEPER! DRAGON SLEEPER LOCKED IN!

Arakawa flailed, trying to escape— but Sato twisted his body, dragging him toward the ropes.

Arakawa went limp and then with one final burst of power—SATO SPUN— AND FLUNG ARARAKAWA OVER THE TOP ROPE! THE CROWD ERUPTED!

Takeshi Suzuki: GOD DAMN IT!

Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THIS KID IS SOMETHING ELSE! HE AIN’T JUST SURVIVING—HE’S THRIVING IN THIS BLOODBATH!

To Be Continued In Part - 9