The screen fades from black to a sweeping aerial view of the Tokyo Dome, its iconic structure glowing like a beacon in the Tokyo night. The beat of a taiko drum reverberates as the visuals shift to an intense montage of the recent chaos that has led to this night. Beast Bogan’s unmistakable, booming voice takes over.
Beast Bogan (voiceover): Alright, Beastininites, buckle up, ‘cause the story you’re about to hear is no fairy tale—it’s a battle for the ages! In the land of the rising sun, two juggernauts of professional wrestling are about to go head-to-head, toe-to-toe, and heart-to-heart! This ain’t just a competition, brothers and sisters—it’s a full-on WAR!
The screen cuts to grainy footage of the shocking AAPW invasion during Friday Night Clash. Haruki Tanaka leads a battalion of AAPW wrestlers through the Tokyo Dome crowd. The invaders shove past fans and security as the camera shakes, capturing the raw chaos. Loud boos from the crowd echo, mingling with screams of outrage.
Beast Bogan: It all started when those AAPW boys decided to crash the party, stormin’ the Tokyo Dome like a pack of wild scorpions on a sugar rush. They didn’t just knock—they kicked the door down, brother!
The visuals transition to backstage mayhem. AAPW wrestlers ambush Ultimate Wrestling talent. Daichi Sasaki hurls a rookie into a stack of crates while Isao Kurosawa smashes a steel chair into Drake Nygma’s back. Gao Yun attempts to fend off attackers, but the numbers overwhelm her.
Beast Bogan: Backstage? Forget about it! It was a madhouse. Chairs flyin’, bodies droppin’—and lemme tell ya, that wasn’t a wrestling match, it was a battlefield!
The camera cuts to the ring, where The Syndicate surrounds Chuluun Bold, Drake Nygma, and Dollia Trypp. Dollia’s eyes dart in panic as Daichi Sasaki steps forward, pointing menacingly at Bold. The beat of the taiko intensifies as the invaders pounce, delivering a brutal assault. Bold fights valiantly but is overwhelmed. Nygma collapses under a barrage of strikes. The scene crescendos with Dollia cornered, screaming as The Syndicate looms over her.
Beast Bogan: And in the ring? The Syndicate made their presence known, brother. Chuluun Bold, Drake Nygma, Dollia Trypp—they were outnumbered, outgunned, and left for scrap metal. But they didn’t go down without a fight!
The tone darkens as the camera cuts to Haruki Tanaka and Saiko Sasori dragging Rupert Mudcock down the ramp. Mudcock, disheveled and terrified, pleads with Tanaka. The crowd’s boos are deafening.
Beast Bogan: And just when you thought things couldn’t get crazier, outcomes Haruki Tanaka, draggin’ Rupert Mudcock down that ramp like a ragdoll. What’s he do? Challenges the whole dang federation to Ronin Rumble!
Tanaka shoves Mudcock into the ring, where Saiko Sasori steps forward. A single spotlight illuminates Sasori’s imposing figure as he grips a microphone.
Saiko Sasori (on-screen): Bring your best. Bring your champions. And when the dust settles, all will bow to AAPW.
The taiko beat intensifies as the camera captures Rupert Mudcock trembling. Tanaka drops the microphone and glares at him. Tanaka lands a thunderous punch without warning, sending Mudcock sprawling to the canvas. The crowd erupts in chaos as the screen fades to black.
Beast Bogan: BOOM! Down goes Rupert Mudcock, live on national TV! And now, the stage is set, the stakes couldn’t be higher, and tonight, we settle it all right here in the Tokyo Dome! THIS... IS... RONIN RUMBLE NIGHT 2!
The Tokyo Dome logo blazes onto the screen, igniting a dazzling pyrotechnic display. The camera pans over the roaring crowd, signs and banners waving as the arena comes alive. The roar of excitement crescendos as the scene transitions to the live event.
The screen fades from the dazzling pyrotechnics and roaring crowd to the commentator desk, positioned near the entrance ramp. Sitting at the center, clad in a red-and-yellow blazer, is Beast Bogan. His energy radiates as he gestures wildly, soaking in the electric atmosphere of the Tokyo Dome.
Beast Bogan: WHATCHA GONNA DO, TOKYO DOME, WHEN RONIN RUMBLE NIGHT 2 AND THE BEAST RUN WILD ON YOU?! Beastininites, I am here live and in living color, ready to witness history being made tonight! We’ve got one of the most stacked cards in wrestling history, two federations going at it, and oh brother, you’d better believe I’m here to keep the peace—or at least try!
Bogan flashes a toothy grin and gestures to his left.
Beast Bogan: Joining me tonight from Ultimate Wrestling, the man who knows every hold, every counter, and every move in the book—Scott Slade! Scott, how’re ya feelin’, brother?
Scott Slade: Beast, I’ve got chills! This is the kind of night we dream about as wrestling fans. The stakes couldn’t be higher, and the action’s going to be off the charts!
Beast Bogan: And of course, the most polarizing voice in Ultimate Wrestling—Chris Rodgers. Chris, you look ready to stir the pot tonight.
Chris Rodgers: Oh, I’m more than ready, Bogan. Let’s call it what it is—Ultimate Wrestling is the premier federation, and tonight, we’re going to prove it by beating these so-called AAPW legends at their own game.
Bogan smirks and turns to his right, introducing the AAPW commentators.
Beast Bogan: And from All Asia Pro Wrestling, we’ve got the legendary Yasuhiro Fujimoto—a man who’s been calling matches longer than some of these rookies have been alive. Fujimoto-san, welcome to the table!
Yasuhiro Fujimoto: Thank you, Bogan-san. Tonight is not just a contest; it’s a clash of cultures, styles, and legacies. AAPW represents the spirit of Japanese wrestling, and I believe that spirit will triumph.
Beast Bogan: And last but definitely not least, the loudest voice in Japan—Takeshi Suzuki! Suzuki, the floor is yours.
Takeshi Suzuki: Finally! You let me talk! Listen, Bogan, tonight’s not about dreams or redemption. It’s about showing these Gaijin clowns the door! And speaking of clowns, let’s talk about Devin Zeagal. A washed-up movie actor with a black belt in Aikido? Give me a break! Aikido is what you teach your grandma for self-defense!
Scott Slade: Now hold on, Suzuki, Aikido is a legitimate martial art—
Takeshi Suzuki: Legitimate? Slade, the only thing Aikido is good for is choreography in B-grade action movies! Zeagal should’ve stayed in Hollywood where he belongs. This ring isn’t some soundstage—it’s real, and Kenjiro Tanaka is going to expose him for the fraud he is!
Chris Rodgers: Suzuki, for once, you’re making sense. Zeagal’s been hiding behind his boardroom and his Hollywood fame for too long. Tanaka’s about to remind him what real wrestling looks like.
Beast Bogan: Alright, alright, let’s keep it civil, boys. Speaking of Tanaka, Fujimoto, what do you make of this match?
Yasuhiro Fujimoto: “Kenjiro Tanaka is a living legend, and his experience speaks for itself. But I will give Zeagal credit—he’s a fighter, and he’s coming into this with something to prove.”
Takeshi Suzuki: “He’s coming in with a script, Fujimoto, because that’s the only thing he knows how to follow!”
The tension escalates as Bogan quickly shifts gears.
Beast Bogan: Alright, folks, the 60-man Ronin Rumble! This is the kind of match that legends are made of. Thirty wrestlers from Ultimate Wrestling, thirty from AAPW, one winner, two million dollars, and a shot at the Undisputed Heavyweight Championship! Let’s break it down. Fujimoto, who do you think is the best chance of winning?
Yasuhiro Fujimoto: There are so many incredible athletes in this match, but if I had to choose, I’d say Daichi Sasaki. He’s relentless, disciplined, and leads The Syndicate—a group that could change the entire complexion of the Rumble if they work together.
Scott Slade: You’ve got a point there, Fujimoto. Sasaki’s a powerhouse, and with The Syndicate watching his back, he could go far. But this is the Rumble—we’ve seen alliances fall apart in the blink of an eye.
Takeshi Suzuki: Ha! Fall apart? Not when it comes to AAPW, Slade! The Syndicate doesn’t just fight—they conquer. And let’s not forget Shinku Ryujin and Guren Onimaru—both are battle-hardened warriors who could easily take this.
Chris Rodgers: Oh, please, Suzuki. Your AAPW boys are tough, I’ll give you that, but Ultimate Wrestling is sending in the best roster in the world. Takuma Sato, Mikhail Mordokrov, and even the high-flying Oswald Knight are all prime contenders.
Takeshi Suzuki: High-flying? More like high-falling when they get tossed out of the ring! Your roster is flashy, Rodgers, but they lack the grit and tradition of AAPW.
Scott Slade: Let’s not forget the surprises that always come with the Rumble. Gao Yun has been on an absolute tear lately, and let’s talk about Kazuo Oni—a mysterious figure who’s been making waves in Ultimate Wrestling. He’s someone to watch.
Beast Bogan: All great picks, brothers, but don’t sleep on the dark horses. A match like this is unpredictable—sometimes it’s the wily veterans or the overlooked underdogs who steal the spotlight. And with Haruki Tanaka and Rupert Mudcock acting as head coaches backstage, you know there’s going to be strategy—and plenty of chaos!
Beast Bogan: And then there’s the main event—the clash of champions. AAPW’s Saiko Sasori versus Ultimate Wrestling’s Chuluun Bold in a no-holds-barred match to decide the Undisputed Heavyweight Champion. Fujimoto, give us the lowdown on Sasori.
Yasuhiro Fujimoto: Saiko Sasori is not just a wrestler—he’s a cultural icon. His hybrid martial arts style blends strength, precision, and agility in a way few can match. He carries the weight of Japanese wrestling on his shoulders and thrives under pressure. Tonight, he fights for honor and legacy.
Chris Rodgers: And he’s going to lose. Chuluun Bold is the Franchise Heavyweight Champion for a reason. He’s an unstoppable force—295 pounds of raw power with the wrestling IQ to back it up. Sasori doesn’t stand a chance in a no-holds-barred environment.
Takeshi Suzuki: Raw power? Bold is nothing but a glorified brawler! Sasori’s technique and discipline will expose him. And let’s not forget the celestial orb embedded in Bold’s championship belt—that’s more than a prize; it’s a symbol of power that Sasori is destined to claim.
Scott Slade: This match is more than just about titles—it’s about proving who is truly the best. Bold’s strength versus Sasori’s skill. East versus West. This is the kind of match people will talk about for decades.
Beast Bogan: And don’t forget, no holds barred means anything goes, brothers! These two are gonna tear the house down, and I guarantee you, no matter who walks out with the gold, they’ll have to earn every inch of it!
Beast Bogan: Alright, Tokyo Dome, the stage is set, the stakes couldn’t be higher, and the crowd is ready to explode! Let’s kick things off with Devin Zeagal versus Kenjiro Tanaka—let’s take it to the ring!
The camera cuts to the ring, where Kenji Saito stands poised to announce the competitors.
The camera pans across the packed Tokyo Dome, the essential worker crowd roaring with anticipation. The ring is bathed in a spotlight as AAPW’s intense ring announcer, Kenji Saito, steps into the center, his booming voice slicing through the noise.
Kenji Saito: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SET FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST…
The arena darkens as a single gong echoes, followed by a soft, ominous tune reminiscent of a cheesy 1980s action movie score. A spotlight shines on the entrance ramp, revealing Devin Zeagal stepping out with his students Rakshasa Tora, Kojiro Tamura, and Takaya Shibasaki trailing behind. Zeagal, wearing a black gi stretched to its limit and his signature sunglasses, struts with exaggerated confidence, his gut bouncing slightly with each step. His students clap in unison, their faces frozen in what might be practiced stoicism—or thinly veiled embarrassment.
Kenji Saito: FROM DETROIT, MICHIGAN, WEIGHING IN AT 290 POUNDS... THE MASTER OF AIKIDO... DEVIN ZEEEEAAAAGAAAAAAL!
Zeagal raises his hands dramatically, basking in the mix of laughter and jeers from the crowd. He bows theatrically, then turns to bark orders at his students, who scramble to form a line behind him and mimic his exaggerated martial arts poses. Zeagal points to the ring like he’s commanding an army and begins a slow, deliberate walk.
Takeshi Suzuki: Oh, give me a break! This guy’s a master of nothing but buffet lines. Look at him! That gi is fighting harder than he ever has in his life!
Chris Rodgers: I hate to say it, but I agree with Suzuki. Zeagal’s about as intimidating as an expired carton of milk.
Beast Bogan: Now, now, boys, let’s not count him out just yet. He’s got style... even if it’s a little snug.
Takeshi Suzuki: Style? This guy’s got all the style of a bad cosplay! And don’t get me started on Aikido—it’s like martial arts karaoke. Sure, it’s fun to watch, but nobody’s taking it seriously!
Zeagal reaches the ring and struggles to step through the ropes, his belly catching briefly. His students rush to help him, and he straightens up, feigning composure. He executes a clumsy karate chop toward the referee, who barely reacts.
Scott Slade: Devin Zeagal looks confident, but I’m not sure how much of that is real or wishful thinking.
Takeshi Suzuki: Confident? He’s delusional, Slade! This isn’t one of his low-budget action flicks—he can’t just yell ‘Cut!’ when things go south!
Zeagal poses in the center of the ring, pulling out an invisible katana and sheathing it with a flourish. The crowd laughs, and he scowls at their reaction.
Beast Bogan: Well, you can’t say the man doesn’t know how to put on a show. Let’s see if he can back it up.
Takeshi Suzuki: Back it up? He can’t even fit in the ring! Somebody call his agent—he’s about to need a stunt double!
Kenji Saito: AND HIS OPPONENT…
The lights dim, and a powerful drumbeat reverberates through the arena. “Crimson Lotus” by Wagakki Band blares as Yuriko Tanaka steps onto the ramp, her crimson cape flowing dramatically. She points to the ring with an icy glare, and moments later, Kenjiro Tanaka emerges. The Hall of Famer exudes a quiet confidence, his presence alone enough to draw a massive cheer from the crowd.
Kenji Saito: FROM OSAKA, JAPAN, WEIGHING IN AT 250 POUNDS... ACCOMPANIED BY HIS DAUGHTER, YURIKO TANAKA... THE LEGENDARY HALL OF FAMER... KENJIRO TAAANAAKAAAA!
Beast Bogan: You’re not kidding, brother! Lemme tell ya somethin’, Slade—this man right here, Kenjiro Tanaka, is the real deal, jack! Back in ’82, during my Japanese tour, I went toe-to-toe with him for the AAPW Heavyweight Championship. I was in my prime, dude—I thought I had it in the bag—but Tanaka pulled that Kenjiro Kamakazi move of his from out nowhere and pinned me 1-2-3, clean as a whistle! That’s when I knew, brother—this guy wasn’t just great, he was legendary!
Chris Rodgers: Wait a second, Bogan—you’re telling me Tanaka beat you? I thought you were ‘unbeatable’ back in the day.
Beast Bogan: Hey, even the best gotta bow down sometimes, dude! Tanaka didn’t need any smoke and mirrors, no gimmicks, brother—just raw skill and a heart bigger than Mount Fuji! And tonight, he’s gonna remind the world why he’s one of the greatest of all time, brother!
Takeshi Suzuki: Heart? Oh, spare me the love story, Bogan. The difference between you and Zeagal is that you were at least halfway competent. Zeagal’s about to embarrass himself in ways you can’t even imagine!
Tanaka steps into the ring, his movements methodical yet purposeful. He removes his robe, revealing a thick, battle-scarred frame that commands respect. He nods to referee Kazuo Nakamura, whose black-and-white makeup matches his sharp attire, before locking eyes with Zeagal. Yuriko Tanaka takes her place at ringside, glaring daggers at Zeagal and his students, adding an ominous edge to the scene.
Beast Bogan: Look at him, brothers—Kenjiro Tanaka is a living, breathing monument to what it means to be a true champion of Japan, dude! He’s fought the best, beaten the best, and tonight, he’s gonna show that he’s still the best, brother!
Takeshi Suzuki: Show he’s the best? Tanaka doesn’t need to prove anything! The guy’s a Hall of Famer. Tonight’s about reminding everyone that Zeagal is a joke.
Zeagal fidgets awkwardly with his gi, clearly unnerved. He attempts an exaggerated bow to Tanaka, who responds with a curt nod, his expression unreadable. The referee steps between them, signaling for the bell.
DING!
The bell rings, and Devin Zeagal immediately strikes a martial arts pose, his feet awkwardly shuffling into what might be an Aikido stance—or a bad movie impression of one. The crowd bursts into laughter as Zeagal dramatically points at Kenjiro Tanaka and shouts:
Devin Zeagal: You’re about to face the real master of Aikido, brother!
Tanaka stands in the center of the ring, arms crossed, watching Zeagal’s antics with a bemused expression. Yuriko Tanaka leans on the apron, rolling her eyes as Zeagal begins circling Tanaka with exaggerated, clumsy movements.
Takeshi Suzuki: Look at this clown! He’s not a master of Aikido—he’s a master of falling over his own feet!
Beast Bogan: Now hold on, Suzuki. Maybe he’s lulling Tanaka into a false sense of security, dude!
Takeshi Suzuki: False sense of security? Bogan, Tanaka’s probably falling asleep out of boredom!
Zeagal suddenly lunges at Tanaka, attempting an over-the-top spinning backhand strike. Tanaka casually sidesteps, and Zeagal stumbles past him, nearly tripping over his own feet. The crowd roars with laughter as Zeagal quickly recovers, puffing out his chest like he meant to miss.
Scott Slade: Tanaka is unfazed, and Zeagal... well, he’s putting on a performance, at least.
Chris Rodgers: Performance is all he’s got, Slade. If this were a movie, he’d already be demanding a reshoot.
Zeagal turns to his students at ringside, waving for encouragement. Rakshasa Tora claps stoically, while Kojiro Tamura and Takaya Shibasaki exchange nervous glances. Zeagal smirks, motioning for Tanaka to come at him.
Tanaka obliges, stepping forward and delivering a sharp, precise chop to Zeagal’s chest. The impact echoes through the arena, and Zeagal staggers backward, clutching his chest.
Beast Bogan: WHOA! Did you hear that, brothers? Tanaka’s chops can break down walls!
Takeshi Suzuki: Or egos, Bogan—and Zeagal’s got plenty of that to spare!
Zeagal awkwardly retreats to the ropes, holding up a hand to signal for a timeout. The referee ignores him, and Tanaka patiently waits in the center of the ring, the epitome of calm confidence. Zeagal huddles with his students on the apron, whispering frantically.
Rakshasa Tora tries to coach Zeagal, mimicking a basic Aikido throw. Zeagal nods enthusiastically and returns to the ring, clumsily attempting the move on Tanaka. Tanaka counters effortlessly, flipping Zeagal onto his back with a crisp arm drag. Zeagal scrambles to his feet, red-faced and flustered.
Scott Slade: That’s the difference between experience and showmanship! Tanaka’s skill is undeniable.
Takeshi Suzuki: Slade, stop sugarcoating it. Zeagal just got outclassed in his so-called specialty! What’s next—he tries to trip Tanaka and falls on his own face?
Zeagal tries to regain composure, shou