Ultimate Wrestling Season 3 - Ch.9: Ronin Rumble Night Two: PART - 9
But The Syndicate was still in full force. Daiki Yamashita, Isao Kurosawa, Yasuo Okada, and Shinji Kobayashi had Drake Nygma backed into a corner. A four-on-one beatdown.
Beast Bogan: THEY’RE PICKING NYGMA APART, BROTHER!
Scott Slade: HE’S BEEN IN THIS MATCH FOR NEARLY AN HOUR! THIS MIGHT BE IT FOR HIM!
And yet, Kenny Volcano stood in the corner, watching. Catching his breath. Biding his time. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… "VICTORY" by Puff Daddy BLASTED through the Tokyo Dome!
Scott Slade: OH MY GOD—THERE’S ONLY TWO SPOTS LEFT AND ONE OF THEM BELONGS TO—
Chris Rodgers: LU-LU BIGGS! AND HE’S PISSED!
Scott Slade: I don’t think I’ve ever said this about Mudcock… but pure genius, Chris. LuLu is the anchor! 606 pounds! No one is tossing him out of that ring! No one!
The crowd ROARED as 606 pounds of pure, unfiltered rage stepped onto the stage.
Chris Rodgers: THIS IS HIS FIRST MATCH BACK SINCE HE GOT SHOT IN THE ARM—AND WE ALL KNOW WHO HE BLAMES FOR THAT!
Scott Slade: THE YAMAMOTO YAKUZA TRIED TO PUT HIM IN THE GROUND—BUT BIGGS IS STILL BREATHING, AND HE’S LOOKING FOR PAYBACK!
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… “WARRIOR’S CODE” BY DROP-KICK MURPHYS BLARED THROUGH THE ARENA!
Scott Slade: AND THIS IS IT! THE FINAL ENTRANT IN THE RONIN RUMBLE!
Chris Rodgers: THE LEADER OF THE SYNDICATE! THE SENTINEL!
DAICHI SASAKI HAD ARRIVED. He walked out slowly, methodically. His eyes locked onto LuLu Biggs. His expression? Pure ice.
Takeshi Suzuki: This one of AAPW’s top athletes! A decorated champion! My money is on him tonight! He’s going to win this rumble for us!
Biggs rolled his shoulder, then pointed straight at Daichi Sasaki from across the ring
LuLu Biggs: Yo’ ass is MINE! Mother Fucker! You hear me! Yo’ ass is GRASS AND I’M GOING TO SMOKE IT!
Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THIS AIN’T A WRESTLING MATCH FOR BIGGS—IT’S A BLOOD FEUD!
The Syndicate turned toward the entrance, momentarily distracted. Biggs stormed to the ring, stepping over the ropes with pure fury. Daichi stepped into the ring. Biggs took a step forward. The two giants stood inches apart, neither backing down.
Scott Slade: THERE ARE NO MORE ENTRANTS! THIS IS IT! EVERYONE IN THE RING RIGHT NOW IS FIGHTING FOR GLORY!
Chris Rodgers: ONE OF THESE WRESTLERS IS GOING TO BE THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER—AND EVERYONE ELSE IS GONNA BE LEFT FOR DEAD!
Beast Bogan: NO MORE SAFETY NETS! NO MORE SECOND CHANCES FOR ETHIER SIDE! FROM HERE ON OUT, IT’S SUDDEN DEATH, BROTHERS!
The Tokyo Dome was a pressure cooker of violence. The canvas shook beneath the weight of battle, the ropes quivered with the force of bodies crashing against them. Only warriors remained. Only the toughest, the craftiest, the most savage men and women in wrestling still stood.
In the middle of it all, August Knight had one man in his sights—his brother, Oswald. The crowd felt it before it even happened. The long-simmering hatred between these two had reached its breaking point. August exploded forward…
Chris Rodgers: KKNIGHT JUST SPEARED OSWALD INTO THE TURNBUCKLE WITH ENOUGH FORCE TO SHAKE THE WHOLE DAMN RING!
Scott Slade: LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN, CHRIS! HE WANTS TO END HIM!
Oswald crumpled into the corner, gasping, a smirk still lingering on his lips. He staggered forward—August pounced, grabbed him by the back of the head, and DRAGGED HIM toward the ropes!
Scott Slade: HE'S GONNA THROW HIM OUT!
Chris Rodgers: FINALLY! OSWALD'S ABOUT TO GET WHAT HE DESERVES!
Oswald clawed at the ropes, trying to hold on like bird trying to stay perched on a branch during a storm. August gritted his teeth, straining to lift him over. The crowd screamed for it. Then—Oswald reared back—AND BLASTED AUGUST IN THE CROTCH WITH A LOW BLOW! August froze. Every muscle in his body locked up. His face twisted into a grotesque mask of agony.
Chris Rodgers: OH NO! RIGHT IN THE FAMILY JEWELS!
Beast Bogan: BROTHER, HE'S NEVER HAVIN’ KIDS AFTER THAT ONE!
August dropped to his knees, hands grasping at his shattered dignity. Oswald, grinning ear to ear, grabbed a fistful of his brother’s tights and HURLED HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE! THUD. August crashed to the outside, staring up at the lights.
Scott Slade: AUGUST KNIGHT IS ELIMINATED!
Oswald Knight stood tall, sneering down at his fallen brother. Then, he raised his hands to his crotch, formed an X—and threw a giant, exaggerated CROTCH CHOP!
Oswald Knight: SUCK IT, BITCH!
Chris Rodgers: WHAT A PIECE OF GARBAGE! HE THREW OUT HIS OWN BLOOD AND HE’S LOVING IT!
Scott Slade: SOMEONE GET THIS JACKASS OUT OF HERE! HE’S BEEN MORE TROUBLE THAN HE’S WORTH!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring… Maki Nishimura was stomping the mat, sizing up Yasuo Okada. The "Street Rat" was dazed, disoriented—but still standing. Maki lowered her stance. The crowd felt the energy shift.
Scott Slade: SUMO CHARGE INCOMING!
Maki EXPLODED FORWARD—A FULL SPRINT—AND THEN—BOOOOOOM! SHE LAUNCHED HER ENTIRE 275-POUND FRAME INTO YASUO, DAMN NEAR OBLITERATING HIM AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLE!
Beast Bogan: HE’S DEAD! HE’S DONE! SHE TURNED HIM INTO A PANCAKE AND SERVED HIM UP BROTHER!
Yasuo let out a choking gasp. His head lolled to the side. His arms dropped lifelessly to his sides. The Tokyo Dome thundered with chants of: "MA-KI! MA-KI! MA-KI!" But she wasn’t done. Maki grabbed Yasuo by the back of the neck, lifting him up like a ragdoll.
Scott Slade: MAKI PRESSING YASUO OVER HER HEAD IN A GORILLA PRESS!
Chris Rodgers: OH MY GOD! SHE'S GONNA THROW HIM OUT OF THE DAMN BUILDING!
With one final roar—SHE HEAVED YASUO OKADA OVER THE TOP ROPE! Yasuo CRASHED to the floor, landing in a heap.
Takeshi Suzuki: YASUO OKADA IS ELIMINATED! MAKI NISHIMURA DOMINATES!
Scott Slade: WHAT A PERFORMANCE! SHE IS ON FIRE!
In the center of the ring… Two titans stood face to face. LuLu Biggs. Daichi Sasaki. Neither moved. Neither blinked. Daichi Sasaki cracked his knuckles. LuLu Biggs rolled his shoulder. Then—BAM! Daichi struck first. A clean right hand snapped LuLu’s head back. LuLu Biggs fired back with a MASSIVE LEFT HOOK! The Tokyo Dome ERUPTED.
Chris Rodgers: HOLY HELL! THESE TWO ARE THROWIN’ BOMBS! RIGHT HAND FROM SASAKI! LEFT FROM BIGGS! ANOTHER RIGHT FROM SASAKI! ANOTHER LEFT FROM BIGGS! T
he ring trembled beneath their feet as they unleashed hell on each other. Meanwhile— Kenny Volcano climbed to the top turnbuckle.
Scott Slade: OH SHIT! VOLCANO'S GOING HIGH-RISK!
He set his sights on Daiki Yamashita— BUT THEN— Sakura Ishikawa SPRANG UP! SHE DASHED FORWARD—AND SHOVED HIM OFF THE TURNBUCKLE!
Scott Slade: NO—WAIT! VOLCANO WENT FLYING—CRASHED HEADFIRST ONTO THE FLOOR! OUT COLD.
Beast Bogan: BROTHER, HIS LIGHTS JUST WENT OUT!
Chris Rodgers: THE FLOOR JUST DAMN NEAR SPLIT HIS SKULL OPEN!
Sakura dusted off her hands, smirking. And in the heart of the ring… Drake Nygma was still alive—but barely. The entire Syndicate was on him. Stomping. Pounding. Clubbing him. But he would not die.
Oswald Knight staggered after his brutal encounter with August, still smirking as he taunted his eliminated brother from across the ropes. He turned around—BAM! A sickening superkick from Shinji Kobayashi caught him flush on the jaw! The impact snapped his head back violently, sending him airborne over the top rope!
Scott Slade: OSWALD JUST GOT HIS HEAD KICKED OFF!
Chris Rodgers: LIKE A DAMN MORTAL KOMBAT FATALITY, SLADE!
Scott Slade: You’ve played Mortal Kombat?
Oswald flailed, trying to catch the ropes—but his fingers just grazed the air! His body crashed to the floor, his mouth twisted in shock as he sat up, hands gripping his jaw, glaring back at the ring. Shinji flipped his hair back and chuckled, stepping toward the ropes just to rub it in.
Takeshi Suzuki: The Apex Predator strikes again! The rest of Ultimate Wrestling better keep there heads on a swivel if they’re near that man! Hahahaha!
As Oswald Knight fumed on the outside, inside the ring, Maki Nishimura locked eyes with Daiki Yamashita. The smaller Syndicate member knew he was in trouble. He ducked under a wild sumo strike, but Maki pivoted, caught his arm, and hurled him into the ropes! Daiki rebounded—Maki went for a spear! He leapt over! He rebounded again—Maki surged forward like a freight train, bulldozing him with a crushing shoulder block that flattened him to the mat!
Scott Slade: Maki just ran through Daiki like a damn bullet train!
Daiki scrambled up, dazed, but Maki scooped him onto her shoulders in a Gorilla Press! The crowd ERUPTED as she hoisted him effortlessly into the air, walking to the ropes while chanting her own name!
Chris Rodgers: NO WAY! NO WAY!
Scott Slade: MAKI'S GOT HIM UP HIGH—AND THERE HE GOES!
With a thunderous heave, she launched Daiki Yamashita over the top rope! He flailed through the air before crashing to the floor like a ragdoll! The arena shook from the sheer force of the toss.
Takeshi Suzuki: THAT’S TWO ELIMINATIONS FOR MAKI NISHIMURA! SHE IS A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH!
Beast Bogan: BROTHER, IF I WERE IN THAT RING, I WOULDN’T GO NEAR HER RIGHT NOW!
Maki let out a primal roar, slamming her fists against her chest as the Tokyo Dome erupted in deafening cheers. Meanwhile, in the center of the ring, Daichi Sasaki and LuLu Biggs were teeing off on each other with reckless abandon. Right hand from Daichi! Right hand from Biggs! Neither man backing down! Their punches echoed through the arena as the two warriors brawled like two immovable objects.
Scott Slade: LU-LU! DAICHI! IT’S A WAR OF FISTS!
Chris Rodgers: THIS AIN’T A WRESTLING MATCH ANYMORE, SLADE—THIS IS A DAMN STREET FIGHT!
Suddenly, Daichi ducked under a wild haymaker and planted a massive knee into LuLu’s gut! The 600-pounder doubled over, gasping for air. Daichi hit the ropes, came flying back—AND A MASSIVE LARIAT CONNECTED! LuLu wobbled, but he didn’t fall.
Takeshi Suzuki: HE’S STILL STANDING! HOW THE HELL?!
Beast Bogan: HE AIN’T HUMAN, BROTHER! THAT MAN IS BUILT LIKE A TANK!
Daichi gritted his teeth and charged again! But this time—BOOM! LuLu exploded forward, headbutting Daichi right between the eyes! The force sent the leader of the Syndicate stumbling back, shaking the cobwebs loose as the fight raged on!
Meanwhile, the rest of the Syndicate continued their merciless assault on Drake Nygma. A pack of wolves descending on a man who had been fighting for nearly an hour. Isao, Shinji, and Sakura pummeled him with relentless strikes. Knees to the ribs. Stomps to the chest. Hammering elbows across his back.
Scott Slade: Nygma’s in serious trouble! He’s barely staying on his feet!
Chris Rodgers: How the hell is he still fighting?!
Drake slumped to one knee, his arms barely protecting his face. Shinji Kobayashi stepped forward, measuring him up for the kill shot. He swung—Nygma ducked! Shinji’s kick sailed overhead! Drake spun around, elbowing Yasuo in the mouth! Then he fired a desperate forearm into Isao’s jaw!
Scott Slade: HE’S STILL IN THIS!
Chris Rodgers: THEY CAN’T PUT HIM DOWN!
But before Nygma could regain full momentum—Sakura Ishikawa leapt up and SPIKED HIM INTO THE MAT WITH A BRUTAL SNAP DDT! His head bounced off the canvas, his body going limp.
Takeshi Suzuki: AND JUST LIKE THAT, THE SYNDICATE SHUTS HIM DOWN!
The Syndicate loomed over him, sneering, reveling in their destruction. The battlefield was complete chaos. Bodies colliding, alliances breaking, warriors falling. The end was near—but who would be the last one standing?
Maki Nishimura spotted the vicious beatdown happening in the center of the ring, her eyes narrowing as she saw Drake Nygma struggling beneath the overwhelming numbers of the Syndicate. The Tokyo Dome roared as Maki surged forward like a freight train, barreling into Isao Kurosawa with a thunderous sumo shoulder block that sent him flying off his feet!
Scott Slade: MAKI TO THE RESCUE! SHE JUST FLATTENED KOBAYASHI LIKE A STEAMROLLER!
Chris Rodgers: AND LOOK AT NYGMA—THE MAN JUST FOUND A SECOND WIND!
With the distraction, Nygma popped up, rocketing a stiff right hand straight into Shinji Kobayashi’s jaw! Shinji stumbled back, dazed, as Maki grabbed Isao by his hair and WHIPPED him across the ring like a ragdoll! He barely had time to process what was happening before Nygma rushed in and cracked him with a devastating running knee!
Takeshi Suzuki: NYGMA AND MAKI WORKING TOGETHER?! I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE THIS!
Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THAT’S A LETHAL COMBINATION!
Isao reeled from the impact, clutching his skull—but he had no time to recover. Maki stormed forward, hoisted him up onto her broad shoulders, and with a mighty roar, she THREW HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE LIKE A SANDBAG! Isao crashed to the floor with a loud THUD!
Scott Slade: ISAO KUROSAWA IS OUT! THAT’S ANOTHER ELIMINATION FOR MAKI!
Chris Rodgers: THE JUGGERNAUT JEWEL IS A ONE-WOMAN WRECKING CREW!
Shinji Kobayashi, still wobbly from Nygma’s onslaught, swung wildly—but Nygma ducked! He popped up behind him, grabbing Shinji’s arm and twisting it backward into a hammerlock. Maki was already in position, rushing forward and BLASTING Shinji with a monstrous lariat! The impact turned him inside out, sending him rolling toward the ropes.
Scott Slade: KOBAYASHI IS ON THE EDGE! HE’S BARELY HOLDING ON!
Chris Rodgers: NOT FOR LONG—LOOK AT NYGMA!
Drake lunged forward, grabbed Shinji by the legs, and launched him over the ropes! The moment his feet hit the floor, the crowd EXPLODED!
Takeshi Suzuki: KOBAYASHI IS ELIMINATED! MAKI AND NYGMA JUST TOOK OUT TWO MEMBERS OF THE SYNDICATE BACK-TO-BACK!
Beast Bogan: THAT'S THE POWER OF AN UNLIKELY ALLIANCE, BROTHER!
The exhausted Nygma and Maki took a moment to breathe, standing back-to-back, keeping their eyes on the battlefield. But on the other side of the ring, Daichi Sasaki and Sakura Ishikawa were already setting their sights on bigger prey—literally.
Scott Slade: WAIT A DAMN MINUTE—THEY’RE GOING AFTER LULU BIGGS?!
Chris Rodgers: THAT’S 600 POUNDS OF PIMP FURY! THEY MUST BE OUT OF THEIR DAMN MINDS!
Sakura darted in first, peppering LuLu with a rapid-fire flurry of kicks to his tree-trunk legs, while Daichi unleashed brutal forearm smashes to the side of his head! The behemoth staggered but didn’t fall. LuLu swung for Daichi—he missed! He turned to grab Sakura, but she evaded, darting behind him and delivering a ruthless dropkick to the back of his knee! The giant buckled!
Scott Slade: THEY’RE CHOPPING THE BIG MAN DOWN!
Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THAT’S THE ONLY WAY TO DO IT! YOU CAN’T OUTPOWER A MAN LIKE LULU—YOU GOTTA STRATEGIZE!
Chris Rodgers: AND IT LOOKS LIKE THEY’VE GOT A PLAN, ALRIGHT!
Daichi charged in, burying his shoulder into LuLu’s gut! Sakura hit the ropes, rebounded, and LEVELED him with a massive spinning backfist! LuLu reeled backward, stumbling against the ropes—AND THAT’S WHEN THEY MADE THEIR MOVE. Both Sakura and Daichi grabbed one of LuLu’s massive legs, straining with every ounce of their strength! The crowd rose to their feet, watching in awe as the two warriors attempted the impossible.
Scott Slade: NO WAY! NO DAMN WAY!
Chris Rodgers: IT’S GONNA TAKE A MIRACLE TO GET HIM OVER!
With a final roar, they summoned every ounce of power in their bodies and TOPPLED LULU BIGGS OVER THE TOP ROPE! The entire ring shook as he crashed onto the floor with a thunderous impact!
Takeshi Suzuki: THE IMPOSSIBLE JUST HAPPENED! LULU BIGGS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Beast Bogan: THEY JUST DUMPED 600 POUNDS OVER THE ROPES! THAT AIN’T JUST AN ELIMINATION, THAT’S A DAMN ENGINEERING FEAT!
Daichi and Sakura stood tall, breathing heavily, nodding in triumph. But their celebration lasted only seconds. Sato had been waiting.
Scott Slade: WAIT A MINUTE! SATO’S PERCHED ON THE TOP ROPE!
Chris Rodgers: OH, SHIT! HE’S ABOUT TO POUNCE!
The masked warrior launched himself off the turnbuckle with blinding speed, his right fist cocked back, his entire body torquing mid-air.
Scott Slade: IRON-FISTED HEART PUNCH—INCOMING!
The moment Sato’s fist connected with Daichi’s chest, time seemed to stop. The impact echoed through the arena like a shotgun blast! Daichi’s entire body jerked violently—his back arched, his arms flailed as he collapsed onto the mat!
Chris Rodgers: HOLY HELL, HE JUST KILLED HIM!
Takeshi Suzuki: DAICHI SASAKI IS FOAMING AT THE MOUTH!
Sasaki convulsed uncontrollably, his body writhing as if hit by an electric shock. White foam bubbled from his lips. His limbs twitched erratically as the Tokyo Dome fell into a stunned silence.
Beast Bogan: BROTHER, I’VE BEEN IN THIS BUSINESS A LONG TIME… AND I AIN’T EVER SEEN A DAMN THING LIKE THAT.
Scott Slade: SATO JUST CRACKED DAICHI’S HEART IN HALF! IF HE EVEN HAD ONE TO BEGIN WITH!
Chris Rodgers: I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF DAICHI’S GONNA GET BACK UP!
Sato stood over his fallen enemy, his breathing slow and methodical, the intensity in his eyes burning through the mask. He turned his gaze toward Sakura Ishikawa, who stood frozen in place, her face pale as she looked down at her fallen ally.
Scott Slade: WHO THE HELL CAN STOP THIS MAN?!
Chris Rodgers: THE IRON-FISTED HEART PUNCH JUST TOOK OUT THE LEADER OF THE SYNDICATE, AND I THINK EVERYONE IN THIS MATCH JUST REALIZED WHO THE HELL THEY’RE DEALING WITH.
The Tokyo Dome was thunderous, the fans hanging on the edge of their seats as the war raged on. Only five warriors remained. For Ultimate Wrestling, the battered but unbroken Drake Nygma, the monstrous Maki Nishimura, and the martial arts savant Takuma Sato, whose Iron-Fisted Heart Punch had just dropped Daichi Sasaki like a stone.
For All Asia Pro Wrestling, the last remnants of their forces: Daichi Sasaki, the iron-fisted enforcer of the Syndicate, and Sakura Ishikawa, the brutal technician who had carved a path of destruction through the match.
Scott Slade: We are down to five! Three for Ultimate Wrestling, two for AAPW—BUT DAICHI SASAKI IS DOWN! Takuma Sato might have just ended this!
Chris Rodgers: If he’s done, AAPW is screwed! There’s no way Sakura can fight off three people on her own!
Beast Bogan: BROTHER, SHE MIGHT NOT HAVE TO! LOOK AT HER! SHE’S TRYING TO REVIVE DAICHI!
Sakura dropped to one knee next to Daichi, her breath steady, her eyes focused. Her face remained cold, unreadable—but she could see Daichi struggling to breathe. He was fighting the full-body paralysis that Sato’s devastating heart punch had caused, his fingers twitching, his chest rising and falling in a ragged rhythm. Sato, eyes sharp as a blade, cracked his knuckles and grinned. He extended a hand toward her, motioning for her to come forward, his fingers curling inward in a slow, taunting beckon.
Scott Slade: Sato is calling her out! He wants a fight!
Chris Rodgers: He just took out her leader, and now he wants to finish the job!
Sakura slowly stood up. Her fingers clenched into fists. There was no hesitation. No fear. Then, she moved. She exploded forward, driving her knee toward Sato’s ribs, but he turned his body, parrying the attack with an elbow block. He fired back—a lightning-fast wushu butterfly kick—but Sakura weaved under it, spinning on her heels and answering with a brutal forearm smash to his jaw! Sato stumbled back, but he absorbed the hit like a veteran, shaking off the pain before launching into a flurry of Jeet Kune Do strikes. Palm strikes, low kicks, elbow thrusts—each one thrown with surgical precision. Sakura deflected some, absorbed others, and countered by locking onto Sato’s wrist—TWISTING IT SHARPLY and driving a knee into his ribs!
Scott Slade: She’s matching him strike for strike!
Chris Rodgers: This is a pure martial arts battle! It’s like something out of an old kung fu film!
Sato gritted his teeth and swung for a spinning backfist—but Sakura ducked! She hooked his leg—*DEADLIFTED HIM INTO THE AIR—AND DROVE HIM DOWN INTO THE MAT WITH A THUNDEROUS SPINEBUSTER! The ring shook from the impact!
Beast Bogan: BROTHER, SHE JUST DROVE HIS SOUL THROUGH THE FLOOR!
Sakura quickly climbed to her feet, grabbed Sato by the head, and dragged him toward the ropes!
Scott Slade: She’s trying to eliminate him!
Sato struggled, throwing sharp elbows to her ribs, but Sakura fought through the pain. She lifted him up, trying to muscle him over—but Sato latched onto the ropes! Maki Nishimura suddenly charged forward, crashing into both of them!
Chris Rodgers: MAKI WITH THE SAVE!
The impact broke the deadlock, knocking all three warriors back! Sato barely kept his footing—until Daichi Sasaki surged back to life. Daichi, recovering from Sato’s devastating strike, BLINDSIDED HIM WITH A BRUTAL LARIAT!
Scott Slade: DAICHI’S BACK! AND HE JUST DECAPITATED SATO!
Chris Rodgers: SATO HAD NO IDEA THAT WAS COMING! HE’S IN TROUBLE!
Daichi grabbed Sato by the neck, dragging him up like a ragdoll. He lifted him onto his shoulders, positioning him for the Sentinel’s Judgment—his devastating sit-out powerbomb!
Scott Slade: If he hits this, Sato is DONE!
But before Daichi could drop him—NYGMA INTERVENED! Drake, beaten and exhausted but still defiant, charged in and hurled his entire body into Daichi’s back!
Beast Bogan: NYGMA AIN’T GOIN’ QUIETLY, BROTHER!
The impact forced Daichi to stumble forward, and Sato capitalized. He hooked his leg behind Daichi’s knee and drove an elbow into his spine—breaking free from Daichi’s grasp! With one last desperate surge of energy, Sato spun—AND BLASTED DAICHI IN THE CHEST WITH ANOTHER IRON-FISTED HEART PUNCH!
Chris Rodgers: ANOTHER HEART PUNCH! HE’S GONNA KILL HIM!
Daichi’s body convulsed violently, his arms seizing up as he staggered back. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. His chest heaved, struggling for breath.
Scott Slade: HE CAN’T STAND! HE’S DONE!
But before Sato could capitalize—SAKURA STRUCK. Like a viper, she lunged from behind, hooking Sato’s arms!
Beast Bogan: BROTHER, LOOK OUT!
With one smooth motion, she spun him toward the ropes—AND HEAVED HIM OVER!
Chris Rodgers: SAKURA JUST ELIMINATED SATO!
Scott Slade: WHAT A REVERSAL! TAKUMA SATO IS OUT!
Sato hit the floor hard, clutching his chest. The Tokyo Dome erupted in shock and awe as Sakura stood tall, breathing hard but victorious.
Chris Rodgers: SHE SAW HER CHANCE AND TOOK IT! AND NOW IT’S TWO-ON-TWO!
Scott Slade: IT’S ALL COME DOWN TO THIS! DAICHI SASAKI & SAKURA ISHIKAWA VERSUS DRAKE NYGMA & MAKI NISHIMURA!
Beast Bogan: BROTHER, I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN NEXT—BUT THIS AIN’T OVER YET!
The final four warriors stood amidst the battlefield of broken bodies and shattered dreams, the Tokyo Dome buzzing with anticipation. The Ronin Rumble’s final battle was about to begin. The moment was thick with tension. Each fighter was battered, bruised, and running on nothing but sheer willpower. One of them was about to claim ultimate glory.
Scott Slade: ONE OF THESE FOUR IS ABOUT TOO ETCH THERE LEGACY INTO WRESTLING IMMORTALITY!
Chris Rodgers: But who the hell can even stand at this point?! They’ve all been through HELL!
Maki Nishimura, breathing heavy but still standing tall, looked toward Nygma, the two exchanging a knowing nod. They had worked together earlier, and now, as the last two standing for Ultimate Wrestling, they needed to finish this together.
Daichi Sasaki and Sakura Ishikawa locked eyes. The AAPW warriors understood what needed to be done—eliminate the outsiders first, then settle things between themselves.
Maki, with a powerful battle cry, exploded toward Daichi, slamming into him with a colossal sumo shoulder charge that nearly sent him off his feet. She followed up with a rapid-fire barrage of sumo palm strikes, driving him back into the ropes, each impact echoing through the arena like a cannon blast.
Sakura and Nygma clashed at the same time, the smaller but deadly Ishikawa weaving through Nygma’s strikes, using her speed to duck and weave, landing sharp knife-edge chops to his chest, each strike cutting through the air like a katana.
Beast Bogan: BROTHER, LOOK AT THESE WARRIORS! THIS IS PURE, UNFILTERED FIGHTING SPIRIT!
Maki, sensing an opening, scooped Daichi onto her shoulders, showcasing her unreal strength as she lifted the massive Syndicate leader up for a running powerslam!
Scott Slade: WHAT POWER FROM MAKI!
But before she could plant him into the mat—Sakura Ishikawa leapt in with a precision dropkick to Maki’s knee! The impact buckled her leg, forcing Maki to stumble, and Daichi capitalized, breaking free, dropping behind her, and nailing her with a savage discus forearm to the back of the skull! Maki staggered forward, seeing stars. Sakura sprung into action. With a precision fighter’s instinct, she ducked low, hooked Maki’s arm, and with an impressive show of strength, FLIPPED her toward the ropes!
Scott Slade: MAKI’S IN TROUBLE! SHE’S ON THE BRINK!
Chris Rodgers: THE SUMO QUEEN MIGHT BE OUT!
Maki held on with every ounce of her strength, her fingers clawing at the ropes. But Daichi joined Sakura, the two AAPW warriors using their combined strength to try and muscle her over! Maki roared in defiance, planting her feet, resisting with raw power! Then—NYGMA INTERVENED! Drake Nygma, bloodied and drained, hurled himself into the pile, tackling Daichi away from Maki with a reckless lariat!
Beast Bogan: HE AIN’T LETTIN’ HER GO OUT, BROTHER!
Scott Slade: NYGMA STILL FIGHTING WITH EVERYTHING HE HAS!
Sakura, caught off guard, turned—AND MAKI EXPLODED FORWARD! A full-speed sumo charge! BOOM! Sakura got obliterated by the impact, FLYING BACKWARD OVER THE TOP ROPE— BUT SHE HOOKED HER LEG ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Scott Slade: SHE’S STILL IN! SAKURA IS STILL IN!
Chris Rodgers: HOW?! HOW DID SHE SURVIVE THAT?!
Maki turned back toward the ring, but Daichi seized the moment! The Sentinel of the Syndicate launched forward—slamming his knee into the back of Maki’s skull!
Scott Slade: THAT COULD BE IT! MAKI IS DAZED!
Chris Rodgers: SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHERE SHE IS!
Takeshi Suzuki: She’s about to be on the floor! Hahahahahahahahah!
With brute force, Daichi grabbed Maki’s legs and LIFTED HER UP HIGH OVER HIS HEAD! Maki, still fighting with everything she had, tried to wriggle free— BUT DRAKE NYGMA DOVE IN—AND CHOP BLOCKED DAICHI’S LEG!
Beast Bogan: OH HELL YEAH, BROTHER!
Daichi’s balance wobbled—his footing unstable—and before he could recover, Maki finally found her escape—KICKING HER FEET AND FLIPPING BEHIND HIM! Daichi, caught off guard, turned—AND MAKI LUNGED FORWARD, GRABBING HIM BY THE WAIST—
Scott Slade: WHAT IS SHE DOING?!
With every last bit of strength she had, Maki lifted Daichi off the ground—spun toward the ropes—AND CHARGED FORWARD, TAKING HIM WITH HER!
Chris Rodgers: NO WAY—
Beast Bogan: NO FREAKIN’ WAY, BROTHER—
Maki screamed in determination—AND LAUNCHED HERSELF OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH DAICHI IN HER GRASP! BOTH OF THEM CRASHED TO THE FLOOR BELOW!
Scott Slade: MAKI SACRIFICED HERSELF TO TAKE DAICHI OUT!
Takeshi Suzuki: WHO DOES THAT? WHAT THE HELL?
Chris Rodgers: HOLY HELL, SHE JUST ELIMINATED HERSELF TO GET RID OF THE BIGGEST THREAT!
Yasuhiro Fujimoto: I hate to admit Suzuki, but that was pretty honorable.
Takeshi Suzuki: THRE IS NO HONOR IN THAT! YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A TRAITOR FUJIMOTO! HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT THE ENEMY!
Beast Bogan: BROTHER, THAT IS HONOR. THAT IS WARRIOR SPIRIT. MAKI NISHIMURA WENT DOWN LIKE A DAMN LEGEND!
The Tokyo Dome erupted, chanting Maki’s name as she lay on the floor, panting heavily but victorious in her own way. But inside the ring… It was down to two. Drake Nygma. Sakura Ishikawa.
Scott Slade: ULTIMATE WRESTLING VS. ALL ASIA PRO WRESTLING! THE FINAL SHOWDOWN!
Chris Rodgers: ONE OF THESE TWO WILL WIN THE RONIN RUMBLE!
They locked eyes across the ring, breathing heavily, both warriors knowing—this was it. Sakura tightened her fists. Nygma cracked his neck. The Tokyo Dome held its breath. Then—THE FINAL WAR BEGAN. The Tokyo Dome pulsed with electric anticipation. The battle that had started with 60 men and women had come down to two. A war between two promotions. A war between two survivors. The final chapter was about to be written.
Sakura struck first. A brutal spinning heel kick to Nygma’s ribs, followed by a sharp back elbow. Nygma absorbed the blows like a man who refused to die, shaking his head, throwing a wild haymaker that Sakura ducked.She grabbed his arm, twisting into a brutal judo throw! Nygma crashed against the mat, the wind knocked out of him.
Chris Rodgers: Come on, Drake! You’ve come this far!
Sakura climbed the ropes, her body bruised, her breath heavy.
Slade: NO WAY—SHE’S GOING HIGH-RISK!
She steadied herself for a moonsault—BUT NYGMA POPPED TO HIS FEET, MOVING ON PURE INSTINCT. He lunged forward, climbing the turnbuckle with her, both of them now standing precariously above the ring. The entire Tokyo Dome held its breath. Nygma threw a stiff right hook. Sakura answered with a palm strike to the jaw. They wobbled, dangerously close to falling together.
Scott Slade: THIS IS INSANE! BOTH THESE WARRIORS ARE ON THE BRINK!
Then Nygma made his move. With one last gasp of energy, he ducked under Sakura’s next strike—HOOKED HER AROUND THE WAIST—AND FLUNG HER OFF THE TURNBUCKLE IN A DEATH-DEFYING SUPERPLEX THAT SENT HER CRASHING OVER THE ROPES.
Rodgers: HOLY SHIT!
Sakura hit the apron hard, bouncing off the edge like a ragdoll—AND TUMBLED TO THE FLOOR. ELIMINATED.
Slade: HE DID IT! NYGMA DID IT! HE DID IT! NYGMA HAS WON! NYGMA IS KING! ULTIMATE WRESTLING HAS DEFEATED AAPW!
The bell rang. The crowd exploded. The Tokyo Dome erupted in cheers, boos, shock, and awe.
Beast Bogan: DRAGON SLAYED, BROTHER! NYGMA SURVIVED THE DAMN GAUNTLET!
Nygma collapsed to his knees, his arms shaking, his entire body on the verge of total shutdown. The first entrant. The iron man. The survivor.
Rodgers: DRAKE NYGMA JUST WENT FROM NUMBER ONE TO THE LAST MAN STANDING! HE SURVIVED IT ALL!
The ring announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers.
Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… YOUR WINNER OF THE RONIN RUMBLE… AND THE NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE UNDISPUTED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP… DRAKE NYGMA!
Confetti rained down. The exhausted warrior dropped to his knees and stared into the lights, his face a mix of exhaustion and triumph. A new era had begun and Nygma had etched his name in history. The Tokyo Dome was in chaos, a sea of roaring fans electrified by the historic victory. Drake Nygma lay sprawled on the canvas, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. His body was battered, bruised, his sweat-drenched form glistening under the bright arena lights. He had done the impossible—surviving from the number one entry spot, outlasting fifty-nine others to become the Ronin Rumble winner.
Fans: U-Dub! U-Dub! U-Dub! U-Dub! U-Dub! U-Dub! U-Dub! U-Dub! U-Dub! U-Dub! U-Dub! U-Dub!
Dollia Trypp, clad in her usual dark jeans and a fitted leather jacket, rushed down the ramp, her boots striking the steel with urgent steps. Her soft sandals barely made a sound against the steel ramp as she reached the ring. Slipping through the ropes, she fell to her knees beside Nygma, her delicate hands cradling his face.
Dollia Trypp: My Sphinx! You're here. You did it!
Her voice was soft, laced with awe and concern. Nygma blinked up at her, dazed, his breath ragged. His lips curled into a half-smirk, but he could barely move. Dollia gently brushed damp strands of hair from his forehead, whispering words of comfort. The crowd’s cheers still echoed, but a strange shift in the atmosphere made the noise feel distant.
Then—total darkness.
Scott Slade: What the hell? Did Tanaka cut out the light’s out of embarrassment?
The arena plunged into a blackout. The Titantron flickered, the Ultimate Wrestling logo distorted before disappearing into a black void. A hush fell over the Tokyo Dome, confusion rippling through the audience. The confetti that had been raining down to celebrate Nygma’s victory stilled in the air—
—then, it changed.
Golden grains of sand replaced the confetti, swirling in slow, mesmerizing patterns as if carried by an invisible desert wind. The air grew heavy, electric, charged with something beyond human understanding.
BOOM!
The sheer force of the explosion rocked the Tokyo Dome, sending shockwaves through the crowd. Some fans recoiled instinctively, shielding their faces from the golden light, while others erupted into frenzied cheers. A stunned hush rippled through sections of the audience, mouths agape as the very air seemed to crackle with divine energy. In that instant, every soul in attendance knew—they were witnessing something beyond mere spectacle.
A wall of golden pyrotechnics exploded from the stage, cascading in controlled bursts like the sun itself had descended upon the Tokyo Dome. A low hum vibrated through the arena, a droning chorus like ancient voices chanting in unison. The music—a haunting, orchestral hymn blended with deep, thunderous drums—reverberated across the Dome.
Then, a single, piercing beam of golden light ignited at the top of the entrance ramp, splitting through the darkness like a sunbeam piercing the tomb of a forgotten Pharaoh.
Akhenaten had arrived.
The golden light illuminated his tall, regal frame, his sharp features etched with a serenity that could only belong to one who had transcended time itself. He stood draped in celestial Egyptian robes, adorned with intricate gold embroidery that shimmered as if woven from light. Upon his head sat a radiant crown, a smooth jewel embedded at its center, pulsating like a heart. His piercing gaze surveyed the Tokyo Dome, untouched by mortal emotions.
Chris Rodgers: What in God’s name? Who is that?
Beast Bogan: I don’t know, Brother but a chill just ran up my spine!
The Sphinx stirred within Drake Nygma. His entire body tensed as an unseen force pulled at him. His veins pulsed, glowing faintly gold before flickering back to normal, as though his very essence was being rewritten. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as his muscles locked, his body teetering between resistance and surrender. A low, bestial growl rumbled from deep within his chest, not entirely his own. A low, bestial growl rumbled from deep within his chest, not entirely his own. His fingers twitched violently, his veins darkening as if something ancient was clawing its way to the surface. His eyes flickered gold for a split second, mirroring the divine energy of Akhenaten’s presence.
A shudder ran through Nygma’s body, his fingers twitching involuntarily. Dollia’s eyes widened as she felt the resonance between Akhenaten and the ancient force within Drake. This was not just a man standing before them—this was a living god.
The golden sand twisted in the air, spiraling down toward the ring. Among the grains, ghostly images flickered—hieroglyphs of forgotten gods, the scarab of rebirth, the all-seeing Eye of Ra watching over the battlefield. The ancient symbols shimmered briefly before vanishing, as if whispering of an inevitable fate. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the impossible transformation unfolded before their eyes. Some rubbed their faces, disbelieving, while others pointed wildly, their voices drowned in murmurs of confusion and awe. The atmosphere thickened with an almost mystical weight, the air charged with something ancient and unknowable. A few brave fans reached out as if to touch the floating grains, only to watch them slip through their fingers like illusions brought to life. Each grain moved with intelligence, swirling around Nygma and Dollia before settling like an aura of divinity upon them. Dollia turned her head toward the ramp, her lips parting in a mixture of reverence and longing.
Dollia Trypp: He has come… my Sphinx… he is finally here…
Her breath hitched, her body subtly trembling—not out of fear, but from the overwhelming energy radiating from Akhenaten. Words formed in her throat, ancient and sacred, a prayer she did not remember learning.
Akhenaten raised his arm, his fingers splaying out as if commanding the very elements themselves. As he moved, the golden sand in the air responded in kind, shifting and spiraling toward him like an obedient force of nature. The arena’s lights flickered in reverence, dimming momentarily before a radiant golden hue cascaded over him, illuminating his figure with an almost divine glow. Every motion seemed to bend reality itself, as though he were a sculptor shaping the very fabric of existence.
The crowd was frozen in awe. Then, he spoke. As his voice resonated through the Tokyo Dome, the golden sand in the air condensed and shifted, momentarily forming the shape of the Eye of Ra, glaring down upon the arena as if the gods themselves were watching. The energy was suffocating, pressing against the crowd, forcing some to their knees as their lungs struggled to pull in breath.
Akhenaten: Rise, my children. The sands of time have shifted in our favor. The path to destiny is clear.
His voice was deep, smooth—an echo of a forgotten age, a whisper carried by the desert winds. Nygma groaned, his battered body uncoiling. He pushed himself up to his knees, his head lowering in unconscious deference. The Sphinx was stirring more violently now, 100% truly awakened by the presence of its true master. Dollia placed a gentle hand on Nygma’s shoulder, her eyes locked onto Akhenaten’s.
The Pharaoh descended the ramp, each step measured, powerful. As he moved, hieroglyphs appeared beneath his feet, glowing momentarily before fading, as though the very ground acknowledged his divine presence. The sigil of Aten shimmered faintly in his eyes, a celestial fire that burned eternal. The golden sand around him pulsed in waves, responding to his mere existence, bending and shifting as if whispering forgotten prayers to their god. As he moved, hieroglyphs appeared beneath his feet, glowing momentarily before fading as though the very ground acknowledged his divine presence. The sigil of Aten shimmered faintly in his eyes, a celestial fire that burned eternal. He did not walk—he glided, as if the ground itself moved to accommodate his will. As he neared the ring, the golden sand lifted again, spiraling around his figure like a living entity.
At ringside, he paused. Dollia turned to Nygma, her voice a whisper only he could hear.
Dollia Trypp: This is what we have waited for. He is the sun, and we are but shadows cast in his light. You are his chosen warrior, My Sphinx. Your judgment will shape the future.
The Titantron flared back to life. But before the sigil of Aten could fully take form, a tremor ran through the stadium. The screen flickered, its image wavering between Akhenaten’s godly presence and a colossal, burning Eye of Ra. The massive eye loomed for a moment before fracturing into cascading golden flames. A chilling silence spread before a lone fan in the front row suddenly collapsed, overcome by the sheer weight of the divine force radiating through the arena. At first, only an ominous golden glow radiated from the screen. Then, a colossal depiction of the Weighing of the Heart ceremony materialized—the scales of Ma’at, tipping in divine judgment. A translucent feather floated above one side, while a writhing shadow clung to the other, threatening to tip the balance.
For a moment, the screen remained eerily dark, flickering as though resisting what was to come. A heavy silence pressed over the Tokyo Dome, the air thick with anticipation. Then—suddenly—the ancient sigil of Aten, the Sun Disk, burned bright across the massive screen behind Akhenaten, its golden radiance swallowing the darkness whole. At first, only a few voices dared to whisper it, but then it spread—like wildfire, like prophecy fulfilled. The audience—though stunned—began to chant. "Akh-en-a-ten! Akh-en-a-ten!" Some fell to their knees, bowing as if instinctively compelled. Others shielded their eyes from the golden light, terrified to look upon his divine form for too long, fearing it might consume their souls. Some in fear. Some in awe.
Takeshi Suzuki: Something’s not right here! How do all our people suddenly know this weird language!
Beast Bogan: Brother Suzuki-san, something tells me this goes beyond wrestling! I feel like were in X-Files episode!
Chris Rodgers: Damn it Slade! You’ve got a college degree what the hell is going on?
Scott Slade: I… uh… Akhenaten was the name of an ancient Egyptian Pharoah… perhaps this is some kind of cult leader? I mean we’ve seen this kind of stuff before with the Cult of the Blob. Things we still can’t explain.,, like what happened in Mt. Vernon!
Most was lost to those watching at home, but one truth had been made clear to the world. This Akhenaten had arrived in Ultimate Wrestling. His mission though remained unclear to them, but to Dollia and The Sphinx it was crystal clear the Red Orb would be Akhenaten once more and The Sphinx would be the warrior to reclaim it in his honor.
As the chant of his name grew to a fever pitch, Akhenaten slowly lifted both arms skyward. The golden sand that had filled the air surged upward, forming a spiraling vortex above the ring, a radiant sunburst of shimmering particles that cast elongated shadows across the Tokyo Dome. The very arena seemed to tremble under the sheer force of his will.
Then, without warning, the vortex collapsed inward—BOOM! A final explosion of golden light engulfed the ring, swallowing Akhenaten, Nygma, and Dollia in its brilliance. When the blinding glow faded, they were gone.
Only the golden sand remained, settling in slow, ghostly spirals onto the ring mat. The Titantronflickered once more, the sigil of Aten pulsing like a dying star before vanishing into darkness. The Tokyo Dome was left in stunned silence for a moment—
Chris Rodgers: Where the hell did they go?
Takeshi Suzuki: Does this sort of thing happen on your programs often?
Scott Slade: What do you consider often?
Beast Bogan: Brother’s I’ve seen a lot shit in my day. That might have taken the cake for the weirdest. All I can tell you is that there is more to Drake Nygma that any of us knows.
To Be Continued In Part 10