RFC 4: One Above All

The air within the iconic, world-renowned Tokyo Dome arcs with an electric frenzy, spiraling into a vortex of controlled chaos as the spectacle of tonight’s card explodes into life! Following an enchanting ceremony that reverently embraces the ancient virtues and sacred principles of martial arts, we dive headfirst into the inauguration of the Orochi Grand Prix!

In the blue corner, we have the imposing Neil Newman, making his professional MMA debut. His towering presence casts a shadow over the ring. Although this is his first professional MMA fight, Newman is a decorated professional wrestler, specializing in tag team action, as well as having a respectful background in collegiate wrestling, and he is ready to assert his dominance in this new realm of combat.

The charismatic Zion Momo’a, a kickboxing dynamo known for his lightning-quick strikes and devastating combos, stands in the red corner. The former Ryūjin FC Champion made this grand prix a reality after relinquishing the title, casting aside an alleged tainted title victory. His hopes of eradicating those fallacies from his growing legacy with this one night tournament wagered the risk of crowning a new legend from the ashes, but it’s one he felt not only necessary, but mandatory.

The crowd booms as the two warriors touch gloves and the fight commences. Newman, with his bulging muscles rippling with every step, charges forward, immediately utilizing his size advantage, and takes Momo’a down with a thunderous spear, although we’re crediting him with a takedown. The crowd gasps as Momo’a finds himself on his back, weathering the storm of Newman’s ground and pound. But Momo’a, resilient and determined, works tirelessly to regain his composure.

As the first round unfolds, Momo’a springs into action, using his kickboxing prowess to create and maintain distance. He lands a powerful leg kick that reverberates through the arena, forcing Newman to backpedal. Momo’a’s precision strikes find their target, marking up Newman’s face and chipping away at his ego. With Newman’s gas tank draining like sand through an hourglass, Momo’a senses the opportunity and raises the tempo, launching a flurry of strikes that keeps Newman on the defensive. His kicks paint the air with a series of thuds and thwacks, forcing Newman to retreat now. Momo’a’s confidence soars as he senses the shift in momentum. The crowd senses it too, rallying behind the fighter who embodies the warrior spirit.

As the clock continues to tick away, Momo’a wants to finish this fight before his opponent can take a break on the stool, so he delivers a flawless head kick that echoes like a thunderclap. It connects flush with Newman’s temple, sending him crashing to the canvas unconscious. The Tokyo Dome erupts into cheers as Momo’a secures a spectacular knockout victory and advances into the semifinals round later tonight.

Winner: Zion Momo’a by KO (High Kick) at 7:13 Round 1

Statistics: Zion Momo’a
Punches 38/75 (51%)
Kicks 21/42 (50%)
Clinch strikes 9/12 (75%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 2/3 (67%)
Time on the ground 125 s

Statistics: Neil Newman
Punches 28/40 (70%)
Kicks 4/8 (50%)
Clinch strikes 8/15 (53%)
Takedowns 3/6 (50%)
GnP strikes 30/42 (71%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 125 s

The action keeps rolling with our next bout in the Orochi Grand Prix. It’s another match-up between a veteran MMA fighter versus a veteran Pro Wrestler. However, the age gap is more substantial than you might think, which could sway the fight in either direction.

At the heart of this saga emerges Takashi Shinobu from the blue corner, a prodigy in the realm of pro wrestling. Hungry for fresh challenges, he steps boldly into the unforgiving Orochi Grand Prix, his sights set on conquering uncharted territories in the world of MMA. Emerging victorious from tag team and trios battles, Shinobu has adorned his name with a plethora of championship titles, both in the team and singles competition. A true strategist of the mind, he harnesses his stamina as a weapon, a wellspring of resilience that can propel him beyond limits. As the lines blur between the art of combat and the science of strategy, Shinobu’s expertise encompasses every facet of MMA, yet his signature style revolves around the thunderous impact of his striking and the sensational suplexes from his wrestling background.

In the red corner is the unyielding Koji Murakami, a battle-hardened MMA maestro with an unparalleled legacy etched into the heart of Japan. With a fearless dedication to his craft, Murakami stands as a living legend in the Land of the Rising Sun, a bold virtuoso who dares to dance on the edge of victory for the sheer thrill of captivating his adoring fans. A strategic mastermind and a showman extraordinaire, Murakami’s performances are a heart-stopping blend of high-stakes drama and calculated spectacle. But don’t mistake his flair for weakness; beneath the surface, a fierce fire burns, awakened only by the flames of his opponent’s insolence. A true connoisseur of combat, Murakami’s skill set spans the entire spectrum of MMA, yet he often leans on his exceptional wrestling finesse and devastating kickboxing prowess to dominate the contest.

As the bell rang out, the first round exploded into action. Murakami and Shinobu met in the center, sparks flying as their fists and feet found their targets. The crowd gasped and cheered as Murakami’s crisp kickboxing combinations clashed with Shinobu’s powerful strikes. Shinobu’s wrestling background showed as he scored impressive takedowns, but Murakami’s crafty defense and quick scrambles kept him in the fight. Both fighters displayed their tactical prowess, jockeying for position against the ropes, clinching, and separating with flurries of strikes.

The daunting ten-minute first round felt like a whirlwind, each exchange intensifying the excitement in the Tokyo Dome. Murakami’s willingness to embrace risk for the sake of spectacle was on full display, and Shinobu’s ferocity ignited a fire within him. The crowd was on their feet, engulfed in the back-and-forth drama that unfolded before their eyes.

As the second round began, it was evident that the fast-paced exchanges were beginning to take a toll on Murakami’s stamina. Shinobu, the younger and more athletic fighter, maintained his hard-hitting pace. A series of vicious leg kicks left their mark on Murakami’s lead leg, causing him to wince with every step, but the seasoned veteran drew from his deep well of experience, weathering the storm and countering with precision. Shinobu’s takedowns were more forceful, but Murakami’s grappling savvy thwarted several attempts. A scramble on the ground saw both fighters jockeying for position, each transition accompanied by gasps from the crowd.

Closing in on the final minutes of the round, Murakami, using his instincts, capitalized on a moment of inexperience from Shinobu on the ground. With a burst of veteran impulse, he locked in a guillotine choke while their bodies intertwined on the canvas. Shinobu’s eyes widened in realization, his youthful exuberance momentarily betraying him. The crowd held its breath as the seconds ticked away. Shinobu’s resilience wavered, and with a heavy heart, he tapped, yielding victory to Murakami. The crowd’s cheers morphed into a respectful ovation for both warriors.

Both fighters, battered but beaming, embraced in a show of mutual respect, putting in full display the heart they had poured into the ring. The Tokyo Dome echoed with their names as they shared a moment of camaraderie in the center of the ring.

Winner: Koji Murakami by Submission (Guillotine) at 3:30 Round 2

Statistics: Koji Murakami
Punches 35/70 (50%)
Kicks 20/40 (50%)
Clinch strikes 10/18 (56%)
Takedowns 2/4 (50%)
GnP strikes 15/25 (60%)
Submissions 1/1 (100%)
Clinch Attempts 3/4 (75%)
Time on the ground 285 s

Statistics: Takashi Shinobu
Punches 43/75 (57%)
Kicks 18/35 (51%)
Clinch strikes 8/14 (57%)
Takedowns 4/7 (57%)
GnP strikes 13/20 (65%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 2/4 (50%)
Time on the ground 285 s

The spotlight falls on Cal McCluskey in the blue corner. This fearless contender, or some would say ignorant punch-drunk pretender, is known for his unforgettable presence and is about to set the stage on fire once again, maybe even literally depending on how many “pre-workout beverages” he consumed. The Dome resonates with a chorus of both adulation and dissent, but it’s the collective reaction that fuels Cal’s fire. At 47 years young, this pugilist stands on the precipice of glory, possibly embarking on his final quest for bringing a championship back home to the mean streets of Warren, Michigan. There’s no question about it, Cal McCluskey is looking absolutely yoked tonight! It’s clear that the drug testing stipulation was waived in his contract, as he looks like he’s put on a ton of muscle mass for this tournament. 

In the red corner, the unshakable Taylor Webb still hungers for her triumphant breakthrough in Ryūjin FC. Her debut may have ended in defeat, but the fire in her spirit burns brighter than ever. Don’t let her diminutive stature deceive you either; like a ticking time bomb, Webb harbors an arsenal of relentless energy that she deploys to set an unforgiving pace, chiseling away at adversaries with unyielding determination. Although her youthful vigor might occasionally lead her astray on the feet, her true mastery emerges when the fight descends to the mat. There, she transforms into a force of nature, a tempest of calculated aggression, as her ground and pound rains down with a savagery that leaves opponents reeling. Will this be the battle that propels Taylor Webb from prospect to phenomenon? With every twist and turn in this high-stakes fight adding to the suspense, we’re about to find out!

The Tokyo Dome trembled with suspense as the lights dimmed, leaving only the spotlight on the center of the ring. The crowd’s roar reverberated through the air, a chorus of excitement that electrified the atmosphere. The bell echoed throughout, and both fighters exploded into action. Webb’s limber form moved with precision, her strikes flowing like water. McCluskey, a towering behemoth, swung with raw power, his fists becoming the personification of brute force, with his one-punch knockout potential keeping everyone on the edge of their seats. The crowd watched as elegance met exertion in a pirouette of violence.

Webb’s strikes were poetry in motion – quick jabs, elusive hooks, and stinging leg kicks. She danced around McCluskey, landing punches that seemed to paint a masterpiece on his face. But every time Webb connected in rapid succession, McCluskey rumbled like thunder, shaking the very foundation of the ring with a single shotgun blast of a punch.

As the round wore on, Webb’s strategy revealed itself. She shot for takedowns, using her speed to close the distance and expertly brought McCluskey to the mat. On the canvas, Webb’s ground and pound was a composition of controlled aggression. She rained down blows with precision, leaving black and purple welts on McCluskey’s forehead. But the giant possessed a stubborn defiance. With a primal roar, he would muscle his way back to his feet, defying any technique with sheer will. There was an almost surreal quality to his tenacity, as if he refused to be tamed.

As the clock ticks away, the grueling first round reaches its end, both fighters battered and bloodied. McCluskey’s power and Webb’s relentless pace created a thrilling dichotomy. The crowd roars in appreciation as they head to their corners, exhausted but undeterred.

At the start of the second round, the energy in the arena was uncontainable. Webb resumed her striking onslaught, her movements fluid and precise. McCluskey swung back with ferocity, each of his punches a trainwreck that threatened to reshape the fight’s landscape. The ebb and flow of the battle was mesmerizing. The smaller Webb keeps peppering McCluskey, who swings for the fences as The Dome shakes with each exchange. Webb’s takedowns remained a thorn in McCluskey’s side, but his defiance endured and his brute force was a constant threat.

Just as the crowd thought they had seen it all, the fight once again descended to the canvas. Webb’s takedowns were a testament to her grappling prowess, yet McCluskey’s sheer size and strength allowed him to power his way back to his feet each time. The Tokyo Dome held its breath as Webb attempted to sink in a rear naked choke, her arms struggling to encircle the girthy, mountainous neck of McCluskey. It was like trying to choke a walrus and he was as wet as an otter’s pockets from the sweat — the hold slips off! Both fighters wear the battle scars of their struggles, sweat and blood mingling as a testament to their unyielding will.

As the final seconds came to a close, the judges were faced with the unenviable task of rendering their decision. After two pulsating rounds, the judges’ scorecards were revealed. Considering the contrasting styles that collided in this explosive bout, the decision is made — Cal McCluskey takes the split decision victory! His relentless power was  the equalizer that overcame Webb’s precision and tactical brilliance, and punched his ticket to the semifinals!

Winner: Cal McCluskey by Split Decision

Statistics: Taylor Webb
Punches 132/200 (66%)
Kicks 48/85 (56%)
Clinch strikes 20/27 (74%)
Takedowns 5/8 (63%)
GnP strikes 45/59 (76%)
Submissions 1/2 (50%)
Clinch Attempts 3/4 (75%)
Time on the ground 263 s

Statistics: Cal McCluskey
Punches 88/170 (52%)
Kicks 9/20 (45%)
Clinch strikes 10/14 (71%)
Takedowns 1/2 (50%)
GnP strikes 22/35 (63%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 2/3 (67%)
Time on the ground 263 s

In the heart of the Tokyo Dome, under the electric glow of the lights, the anticipation ramps back up as the final fight of the quarter final round is set to begin. 

In the blue corner, Xabier Belazco is back in action, ready to make the most of this monumental opportunity. Belazco steps into the ring on the back of an incredible winning streak which has the MMA world buzzing with excitement for the seasoned veteran. His extensive and arduous journey through several promotions has led him here, on the cusp of championship glory. However, the first hurdle in his path tonight is a colossal challenge.

In the red corner emerges a fighter with the heart of a lioness. The notorious CC Flynn is poised to reclaim her coveted throne as the Ryujin FC Champion within the demanding Orochi Grand Prix. Her reputation is etched in the canvas of this ring, built upon her high-octane striking and the genius of her counter-punching. Unfazed by the towering apexes she’s conquered before — legends in their own right such as the future Hall of Famers, Roscoe Robinson and Donnie Calabrese (and unofficially Cass Madrigal) — she stands undaunted, ready to confront yet another monumental trial that dares to cross her path.

This is a matchup of styles and strategies, where the outcome rests on the convergence of belief and brutality.

The crowd roars as the first round begins, both fighters bouncing on their feet, testing the waters. Belazco, with his newfound confidence, inches forward, seeking an opening. Flynn immediately establishes her high-volume striking, peppering Belazco with quick jabs mixed in with some solid leg kicks to set the pace. Belazco, undeterred, slowly moves forward, his eyes locked on Flynn. He finds his openings and launches his own strikes, testing Flynn’s defense.

Flynn’s striking arsenal seems to be keeping Belazco at bay, but suddenly, like a gust of wind, Belazco lunges forward, taking a barrage of strikes to close the distance. The crowd gasps as Belazco absorbs the hits, showing an unwavering determination. He drives Flynn into the ropes, clinching tightly. Flynn’s dirty boxing skills come into play, her fists finding their mark on Belazco’s sides. Belazco is unyielding though as he pulls guard, bringing the fight to the mat.

On the canvas, Belazco’s Jiu-Jitsu expertise shines. He transitions effortlessly, searching for submissions while Flynn tries to neutralize and scramble. The ten-minute first round is an intense swinging pendulum of momentum, Flynn utilizing her striking to maintain distance, and Belazco eagerly pressing for grappling exchanges. As the round ends, the crowd erupts in cheers, appreciating the skill and heart displayed by both fighters.

The crowd pulses with energy as the second round begins, five minutes of fury to determine a victor. Flynn maintains distance and continues her striking onslaught, her fists and feet finding their mark. Belazco, ever resilient, charges in again, eating punches to secure a takedown. He spends moments in Flynn’s guard, landing some ground and pound as Flynn scrambles and defends. The crowd watches in awe as the momentum continues to swing back and forth, both fighters showcasing their skills and heart.

Flynn becomes aware of the danger Belazco possesses in close range. She starts to pick up on the takedown tendencies and sprawls back effectively to thwart Belazco’s attempts. Flynn manages to keep her footing fluid and the fight standing. Belazco’s face is marked by the battle, but his determination remains unshaken. The bell rings, signaling the end of an exhilarating two rounds. The crowd roars in appreciation of the heart and grit these fighters put on display. The final moments were a blur of exchanges, which perfectly characterizes the competitiveness of this contest.

There’s a burden of mystery hanging in the air, the Tokyo Dome is alive with passion. The judges’ scorecards are unveiled, and it’s a split decision victory for CC Flynn! The crowd rumbles with mixed emotions after hearing the result, but overall appreciating the fortitude these fighters have displayed. Flynn’s high-volume striking and ability to defend against Belazco’s grappling onslaught late in the fight was enough to earn her the victory and a ticket to the semifinals.

Winner: CC Flynn by Split Decision

Statistics: CC Flynn
Punches 180/240 (75%)
Kicks 8/17 (47%)
Clinch strikes 25/38 (66%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 12/20 (60%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 5/6 (83%)
Time on the ground 252 s

Statistics: Xabier Belazco
Punches 85/160 (53%)
Kicks 15/30 (50%)
Clinch strikes 13/20 (65%)
Takedowns 4/7 (57%)
GnP strikes 22/40 (55%)
Submissions 0/1 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 5/7 (71%)
Time on the ground 252 s

— Hybrid Rules! Pro Wrestler vs. MMA Fighter! Unlike in the United States, there’s a lot of crossover support between the two sports in Japan. There’s been a number of cards from various companies over the years featuring matches in both disciplines. This particular battle saw deathmatch legend Masatake Kawamata in another Tokyo Dome appearance – this time against 11-2-1 MMA fighter Masami Rose. Fans were intrigued by this all-native affair: a rugged deathmatch brawler from Osaka vs. a pretty boy MMA fighter from Tokyo. 

— RULES:
—– 1st Round: 10 minutes. 2nd and 3rd Rounds: 5 minutes each. Intermissions: 2 minutes each.
—– Win by submission, knockout, or judge’s decision.
—– Fighters can use rope breaks to escape disadvantageous positions. Fight restarts in the middle of the ring after a rope break. Each fighter has 5 rope breaks; using all five results in a loss.
—– A ten-count is used for knockouts, similar to boxing and kickboxing.
—– Fighters must adhere to a code of conduct. Prohibited actions include eye gouging, groin targeting, small joint manipulation, intentionally leaving the ring, or weapon usage. Each foul results in a yellow card. Each card results in a 10% cut from the fighter’s purse. Three yellow cards result in a disqualification.
—– The match is scored as a whole, with judges assessing the overall performance and adaptability of both competitors. Judges consider striking, grappling, aggression, control, and overall entertainment value. The judges will have to get on the microphone and explain their reasoning.

ROUND ONE
— The initial moments saw Rose take the center of the ring, employing his superior footwork to circle and probe for openings. He jabbed and hooked with precision, his punches snapping crisply. Kawamata hunkered down and absorbed the blows on his guard and shoulders, unphased by the strikes in a showcase of toughness.

— Rose’s boxing skills became increasingly apparent as the clock ticked. He effortlessly switched between jabs and straights, mixing in powerful hooks that connected with Kawamata’s arms and body. The crowd applauded Rose’s display of technical prowess – made even more impressive by his ambidexterity – while Kawamata’s grit was evident as he weathered the storm, occasionally shaking his head to taunt Rose, challenging him to bring more.

— Kawamata seized an opportunity to close the distance, charging forward with a burst of energy. Rose, recognizing the danger, swiftly stepped back and circled away, evading Kawamata’s attempt to engage in close quarters. Rose’s agility proved effective, continuing to pepper Kawamata with calculated strikes, showcasing his distance control.

— Kawamata was determined, continuing to press forward. He attempted to corner Rose against the ropes, but Rose’s footwork proved too elusive. Rose stuck and moved, frustrating Kawamata’s attempts to brawl in close proximity. Rose maintained strategic dominance as the round progressed, dictating the pace of the match.

— With the final seconds of the round ticking down, Kawamata lunged forward with a powerful right hook, aiming for a decisive blow! Rose reacted with a swift duck and pivoted, avoiding the strike by mere inches! “Ooh’s” and “aw’s” circled around the crowd! The round ended with both competitors breathing heavily, but they were ready for more! As was everyone else in the Tokyo Dome!

ROUND TWO
— Rose took the initiative, swiftly shooting for a takedown. He wrapped his arms around Kawamata’s legs and tripped him to the canvas! Rose established top position, positioning himself inside Kawamata’s guard.

— Utilizing his strong ground-and-pound skills, Rose rained strikes from the top! Powerful punches and elbows found their mark, causing Kawamata to defend diligently, tucking his head and raising his arms to absorb the blows! The crowd responded with a mix of gasps and cheers! 

— Kawamata’s toughness shined as he endured the onslaught, biding his time for a chance to counter! A normal human would have been finished! The holes in Kawamata’s ground game were apparent, but he was able to create openings for escape. Kawamata strategically shifted his hips and angled his body, preventing Rose from maintaining a dominant position for too long. Each time Rose attempted to transition or posture up, Kawamata exploited the brief openings, twisting and turning to disrupt Rose’s rhythm.

— Rose adapted to Kawamata’s defensive tactics, finding ways to maintain control. He postured up and delivered a series of swift ground strikes, wearing down The King of Violence. Kawamata remained resilient, refusing to succumb to the mounting pressure!

— As the clock wound down, Kawamata snatched a fleeting opportunity, explosively bridging his hips and creating space. Rose momentarily lost his balance, giving Kawamata the chance to scramble to his feet! The crowd erupted in cheers for Kawamata’s tenacity! He was all fired up! Rose appeared to be in trouble, but the clock hit triple zeroes! We were going to Round 3!

ROUND THREE
— Kawamata wasted no time in launching an assault! He charged forward, unleashing a barrage of hard-hitting strikes! His fists connected with the guard of Rose, who maintained his composure, skillfully weaving and bobbing to minimize the damage. But the Tokyo Dome was on their feet! Chants of “MASA” grew from deathmatch diehards! Those Yamashi Promotions fans sure are loud!

— Rose re-established a calculated distance, firing back with well-timed jabs and hooks. An undeterred Kawamata pushed forward, driving Rose back against the ropes.

— Rose wound up a powerful punch, aiming for Kawamata’s head. However, Kawamata ducked under the punch at the last second. Kawamata hit the ropes and took Rose off his feet with a Running Lariat! The Tokyo Dome went wild! Kawamata beat his chest to fire them up more before delivering another Lariat! 

— Kawamata went for the Major Rager (Saito Suplex – Silas SUBHUMAN tribute), but Rose snatched the top rope halfway through the lift, triggering a rope break! Kawamata tried tearing him from the ropes to complete the move, but the referee stepped in, ordering them back to the center of the ring! Kawamata shoved the referee, showing that wildman nature, and punched Rose at the ropes! That riled up the crowd, turning the deathmatch and MMA fans against each other! The Tokyo Dome was a cauldron of contention! The referee showed Kawamata a yellow card, drawing him away from Rose as he held it to his face. Kawamata slapped the card from the referee’s hand, eliciting a second yellow card! There went 20% of his purse! The Yamashi fans started throwing trash into the ring as they’re prone to do! It became a hostile environment!

— Kawamata turned his attention back to Rose, who was set to defend in the final moments. A heated back-and-forth exchange brought us to the end of Round 3! 

JUDGE’S DECISION
— Noburo Naya: He appreciated Rose’s boxing skills displayed in the first round, dictating pace and landing impactful strikes. Rose’s ground-and-pound dominance in the second round also significantly swung favor. Naya valued his control and effective striking in the earlier rounds.
Vote: Masami Rose.

— Hiro Matsushima: He was won over by Kawamata’s resilience and brawling throughout the match. They loved his fighting spirit and grit in the final round. Kawamata’s defiance toward the referee wasn’t enough to dissuade this judge from voting in his favor. He felt Round 3 was a real turning point in the fight.
Vote: Masatake Kawamata.

— Sosuke Murakami: He liked how Rose adapted his strategy in response to Kawamata’s aggression, but loved Kawamata’s fighting spirit as part of the fight’s overall story. However, Murakami felt that Kawamata should have obeyed the referee. Murakami would have struggled with his decision if it wasn’t for that.
Vote: Masami Rose.

Winner: Masami Rose Split Decision

The deafening roar of the crowd echoed through the Tokyo Dome as the stage was set for an electrifying clash between two behemoths of the squared circle: Kakashi Hagimoto and Kazuma Fujitora. Hagimoto exuded power with his stout frame and stoic determination etched onto his face. Fujitora, his opponent, manifested an aura of raw intensity. His muscular build and piercing gaze conveyed unflappable confidence.

The bell rang, and the match began. Hagimoto lunged forward with a thunderous roar, his powerful legs propelling him towards Fujitora. With quick reflexes, Fujitora sidestepped the charge, sending Hagimoto crashing into the turnbuckle. The impact reverberated through the arena, igniting a chorus of cheers and gasps. As Hagimoto staggered back, Fujitora seized the moment. With a primal snarl, he unleashed a barrage of bone-crushing punches and razor sharp knife edge chops that echoed like thunderclaps. Hagimoto fought back, his own strikes landing with the force of a battering ram. The canvas seemed to tremble beneath their titanic blows, each strike resonating with the intensity of a seismic shockwave.

But it was Fujitora who gained the upper hand. After a vicious headbutt, he launched himself into the air, delivering a colossal lariat that sent Hagimoto crashing to the mat. The crowd erupted, witnessing a moment of sheer brutality and unbridled power. Fujitora, breathing heavily but with a feral grin, draped his arm over Hagimoto’s prone body. The referee’s hand slapped the mat — one, two, three! The arena erupted in a deafening roar of cheers as Fujitora emerged victorious, his Western Bomber full swing lariat sealing the deal.

Winner: Kazuma Fujitora by Pinfall (Western Bomber) at 12:47

In the neon ambiance of the Tokyo Dome, the crowd’s roars echo like a tidal wave, crashing against the ring as CC Flynn and Koji Murakami stand ready to clash for a second time tonight. Fresh off victories roughly an hour ago, their adrenaline-fueled devotion courses through their veins, numbing their battered and beaten bodies, while the lure of a championship spot ignites their spirits.

As the sound of the bell pierces the air, Flynn and Murakami lock eyes. With fatigue etched into their features, they were ready to test their mettle once more. The task at hand looms large, shaping a ten-minute opening round that demands every ounce of their strength as much as their mental fortitude. Flynn defies logic, her gas tank seemingly bottomless. Executing her signature high-volume striking, she peppers Murakami with a storm of punches and kicks with precision. Murakami, however, moves sluggishly in response, evident that the years of combat seem to be catching up to him as he absorbs these blows.

Murakami’s endurance may be sputtering, but his experience shines through in explosive bursts. Amidst the barrage of strikes from Flynn, Murakami stands stationary and lands a few powerful shots that reminds everyone that he’s still a force to be reckoned with. The battle wages on, with Flynn’s steady pace contrasting Murakami’s gradually diminishing speed.

As the minutes tick away, Flynn’s energy remains constant, her attacks unrelenting. Murakami’s movements grow increasingly labored, his defense waning and more pronounced. Flynn is refusing to let off. Murakami’s own gas tank runs dry, and Flynn exploits the opening, seizing control with precision strikes that leave Murakami reeling.

Verbal warnings from the referee screech across the building, the urgency of the situation mounting for Murakami. His once-sharp reflexes dulled, he struggles to intelligently defend himself. The crowd’s enthusiasm merged with the pounding of the fighters’ hearts.

With a final, decisive onslaught, Flynn leaves Murakami no room to escape. The referee steps in, waving off the fight. Victory is unmistakably Flynn’s, a TKO that secures her spot in the championship finals. Murakami’s resilience is undeniable, his spirit unbreakable, but it’s Flynn’s relentless drive that prevails.

Winner: CC Flynn by TKO (Punches) at 7:42 Round 1

Statistics: CC Flynn
Punches 124/198 (63%)
Kicks 14/23 (61%)
Clinch strikes 29/41 (71%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 3/6 (50%)
Time on the ground 0 s 

Statistics: Koji Murakami
Punches 62/128 (48%)
Kicks 7/11 (64%)
Clinch strikes 12/27 (44%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 3/5 (60%)
Time on the ground 0 s

The ultimate showdown for the Championship Main Event casts its shadow, with a single power-driven battle left to decide it all. The Tokyo crowd was volatile as Zion Momo’a and Cal McCluskey prepared to clash once again. Both bore the battle scars from earlier, but their determination was unwavering as the stakes became heavier with each advancement in the Orochi Grand Prix. 

As the opening bell echoed, the crowd roared, eager for the spectacle to unfold. Zion hopes his quick kickboxing is poised to counteract with Cal’s ferocious brawling style. The first moments of the fight witness a flurry of offense from both fighters, each landing blows that echo through the arena. The early exchanges hint at the perpetual storm to come.

The first round burst forth in a whirlwind of action. Zion and Cal weave in and out, unleashing calculated combinations and devastating haymakers, each exchange dripping with the taste of blood. The round swings in Zion’s favor as he maneuvers with precision, exploiting openings in Cal’s defense.

Unfortunately, a momentary pause shatters the flow – a blatant kick to the groin by Cal, who looked like Bobby Hill defending his purse, forces the fight into a brief hiatus. As Zion regains his composure, the arena’s energy simmers, yet anxious to boil over. With the restart, the battle is fiercer than before. Zion’s brilliance shines through as he peppers Cal with rapid-fire combinations, while Cal hurls himself with reckless abandon into every swing.

Cal’s endurance wanes, a glaring chink in his armor. The pace set by Zion is unrelenting, leaving Cal struggling to match the tempo. Amidst the chaos, Zion’s fluid movements slice through Cal’s defenses like a blade, each calculated strike finding its mark. The referee watches closely, and as Cal’s defenses crumble, the decision becomes clear. With no other option, the referee steps in to protect Cal, waving off the fight and awarding Zion the stoppage.

In the Tokyo Dome’s radiant glow, Zion Momo’a’s victory stood as a testament to his skill and resolve, while Cal McCluskey’s valiant effort earned him the respect of the crowd. As the echoes of their battle faded, the MMA world looked on, eagerly awaiting the Championship Main Event finals that’s soon to come.

Winner: Zion Momo’a by TKO (Punches) at 8:42 Round 1

Statistics: Zion Momo’a
Punches 42/60 (70%)
Kicks 18/25 (72%)
Clinch strikes 9/12 (75%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 3/4 (75%)
Time on the ground 0 s

Statistics: Cal McCluskey
Punches 35/52 (67%)
Kicks 10/15 (67%)
Clinch strikes 6/10 (60%)
Takedowns 0/1 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (60%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/3 (33%)
Time on the ground 0 s

The Tokyo Dome was buzzing as the lights dimmed, casting a haunting glow on the ring. The canvas glistened under the dazzling lights, ready to bear witness to an epic clash of high-flying technicians. Yuji Misawa stood tall in his corner, his fiery gaze fixed on his opponent on the opposite end. Tiger KZ was oozing with confidence, his athletic frame radiating as his muscles twitched with anticipation. The bell echoed through the arena, and the crowd erupted into cheers, swept away by the promise of an adrenaline-fueled spectacle. Misawa and KZ circled each other, tension high in every step. With a sudden burst of energy, KZ lunged forward, executing a lightning-quick armdrag takedown that left Misawa momentarily stunned. The crowd roared, swept up in KZ’s explosive start.

Misawa, however, wasn’t one to back down. He sprang to his feet, his determination fueling a series of acrobatic flips that culminated in a stunning dropkick, sending KZ crashing into the ropes. Momentum swung like a pendulum as KZ rebounded, countering with a jaw-dropping headscissors takedown that seemed to defy the laws of physics. Gasps of amazement echoed through the arena as KZ soared through the air with the grace of an acrobat. The match flowed like poetry in motion, each move met with awe from the crowd. Misawa’s resilience shone through as he weathered KZ’s high-velocity assaults, countering with a remarkable springboard moonsault. 

But KZ’s innovation was boundless, and he evaded Misawa’s subsequent attacks with dazzling evasiveness, showcasing the skills that had made him a junior dash sensation. As the match reached its crescendo, Misawa attempted a signature fisherman suplex, only for KZ to strike first out of nowhere. Seizing the opportunity, KZ executed a perfectly timed roll-up, catching Misawa off-guard. The referee’s hand slapped the mat three times, and the arena burst into cheers. In a stunning turn of events, Tiger KZ emerged victorious with a simple yet cunning roll-up, showcasing the unexpected twists that pro wrestling is renowned for. 

Winner: Tiger KZ by Pinfall (Roll-up) at 14:10

— For those unfamiliar, the Yamashi Promotions Blitzkrieg Gauntlets are a series of bouts with 5-minute time limits. Entry is done at random. Everyone in the match is a lumberjack prior to their entry. Eliminations occur via pinfall, submission, and over the top rope. If a match reaches 5 minutes, a game of Janken is held to determine elimination. However, the final match doesn’t have a time limit.

— “What the fuck is Janken?!” It’s Rock, Paper, Scissors. It’s a very common way to settle disputes in Japan.

— Also, it may not be a deathmatch, but standard rules are very loosely enforced in Yamashi Promotions. Tokyo Metropolitan Wrestling dojo students are at ringside to provide weapons from under the ring at request.

— YOUNG CHRIS CAINE VS. JIMMY PRIDMORE: Fans were up for an exciting pair to start this match! They rushed to the center and met with forearms at the bell. Pridmore briefly stunned YCC and tried a Weed Whacker (Springboard Kick), but YCC ducked and ran off the ropes with a Crossbody for a two count. 

YCC clapped to work the crowd, circling to a corner. He went for a Big Boot, but Pridmore caught it and spun him into a Waist Lock. YCC back-elbowed, switched behind, and pushed him to the ropes. Pridmore snatched the ropes, sending YCC to roll back onto his feet. This time Pridmore hit the Weed Whacker (Springboard Kick)! Pridmore received a carpet strip bundle, hitting YCC over their head and across their back! Pridmore dragged a nail over YCC’s forehead before lifting them into a German Suplex attempt, but YCC elbowed out and switched behind for a School Boy! Pridmore kicked out at two! YCC ducked under a punch, both men hit the ropes, and met in the center with Double Clotheslines! 

They crawled to the ropes, received light tubes, and charged at one another. YCC went low, ducking and swinging his tube across Pridmore’s midsection! Pridmore thumbed YCC in the eye and incorporated his into a Rose Thorn (Single Knee Facebreaker)! Pridmore called for a glass sheet he could prop in a corner. He elbowed YCC into the opposite turnbuckles and tried an Irish Whip. YCC reversed, sending Pridmore through the glass! YCC followed with a Corner Cannonball! 

YCC stomped Pridmore out of the ring, got fans clapping to build anticipation, and met Pridmore on the floor with a Suicide Dive, knocking him into the rail! The fans popped! YCC got some punches in before rolling Pridmore back in, then got on the apron for a Springboard Somersault Senton as Pridmore stood. Pridmore sidestepped the Senton! Pridmore came off the ropes with a Curb Stomp for a two count!

Pridmore brought YCC to the ropes for an elimination attempt, but YCC elbowed him off and pulled off a Springboard Moonsault in close quarters! YCC punched and stomped, then walked Pridmore’s head into a turnbuckle. YCC cornered him with Shoulder Thrusts, then sent him to the opposite buckles. YCC went for Lost in Translation (Superman Spear), but Pridmore moved! YCC’s shoulder hit the post! Pridmore rolled him up and got his feet on the ropes! Pridmore, cheeky bastard that he is, pinned the Rumble Room Champion! 

– Jimmy Pridmore eliminated Young Chris Caine via pinfall in 3:42.

—  JIMMY PRIDMORE VS. DICK DEVEREAUX: Pridmore didn’t have a chance to celebrate as Devereaux backed him to the ropes with rapid forearms! Devereaux got him over, but Pridmore thumbed his only eye to land on the apron! Pridmore received a light tube before scaling the ropes. Pridmore dove for a headshot, but Devereaux sidestepped with a gut punch! Devereaux came off the ropes with an IED (Bray Wyatt-style Running Crossbody)! He took that light tube, snapped it over Pridmore’s head, and sliced it over their forehead! Devereaux then carried Pridmore to a corner for a Snap Powerslam, following with a Crooked Moonsault for a two count!

Devereaux got fans to count to ten as he slammed Pridmore’s head into the top turnbuckle! He tried throwing Pridmore out, but Pridmore elbowed back before biting Devereaux’s face! Pridmore stunned Devereaux with a Spinning Back Fist, dropped him to one knee with a Rolling Elbow, then hit a Bicycle Knee off the ropes! Pridmore needed a moment to gather himself.

Pridmore received a barbed wire kendo stick. First he swung it across Devereaux’s midsection, then cracked him twice over that bald head! Devereaux snatched it with a boot to the gut on the next swing, then beat Pridmore to the ropes with shots to the head and back! Pridmore expertly spilled himself through the ropes to the apron! He’s a veteran of the Blitzkriegs! Pridmore clawed Deveraux’s face, then guillotined him on the top rope! Pridmore hopped back to the apron and connected with a Weed Whacker (Springboard Kick) for a two count!

Pridmore tried a German Suplex, but Devereaux back-elbowed and rattled him with a series of Headbutts! Devereaux again tried to lift him over the ropes! Devereaux stomped through the ropes, but Pridmore hung on the apron! Pridmore found footing and did a Shoulder Thrust through the ropes! Pridmore hit a slingshot version of the Rose Thorn (Single Knee Facebreaker)! Pridmore covered! Devereaux got his foot on the bottom rope at two!

Pridmore dialed The Green Thumb (Samoan Spike), but Devereaux ducked behind with a School Boy for a two count! Devereaux booted Pridmore, threw him with a Buckle Bomb, then shot him off the ropes! Devereaux plowed him with a Homing Missile (Missile Spear)! Devereaux received a tube bundle, held them across his back, and smashed through them on top of Pridmore with a Hand Grenade (Explosive Running Back Senton)! Pridmore kicked out at 2.5! 

Pridmore avoided the Pipebomb (Backpack Stunner) with a Face Rake and put Devereaux through the Round Up (Rolling German Suplex —> Ripcord Spanish Fly)! Both men were down! The ring announcer called the four minute mark, prompting urgency all around the Tokyo Dome!
They crawled to their feet and traded punches. Pridmore went for another Face Rake, but Devereaux was quicker with his own! Devereaux slammed him with an Anderson Spinebuster, then went to the top rope! Devereaux landed a Diving Headbutt! Pridmore kicked out at 2.5! 

Devereaux stood him up with Headbutts, but Pridmore sprung a Bicycle Knee, stunning him! Pridmore hit a Root Killer (Choke Breaker) and peeled him off his knee for The Green Thumb (Samoan Spike), but Devereaux countered with a Reverse STO and applied the Head Rush (Koji Clutch)! Pridmore couldn’t get to the ropes! He was fading! But time was running out too! He somehow held on long enough to make the bell!

– Jimmy Pridmore and Dick Devereaux fought to a 5 Minute Time Limit Draw. Pridmore eliminated Devereaux via Janken.

— JIMMY PRIDMORE VS. MITSUO SHIMADA: Shimada slid in, ducked under a punch, and snapped off an Arm-Trap Springboard Tornado DDT! Shimada lifted Pridmore into the Shimada Special Slam (Lifting Hammerlock Cradle Hold —> Sitout Side Powerslam) for 2.75! That was followed by a Shimada Special Remix Buster (Vertical Sitout Side Powerslam)! Pridmore kicked out at 2.9! 

Pridmore stalled Shimada with a desperate Eye Poke! Pridmore followed with an Inverted Stomp Facebreaker! Pridmore was slow to his feet as he stood Shimada, who shoved him off and made Pridmore Eat This (Rolling Wheel Kick)! Pridmore was stunned, falling to a knee. Shimada answered Destiny’s Call (Half Nelson Somersault Reverse DDT) for the pinfall elimination!

– Mitsuo Shimada eliminated Jimmy Pridmore via pinfall in 1:06

— MITSUO SHIMADA VS. DYLAN: DYLAN, the Tanoshii Champion, screamed “FUCK YOOOOUUUU” as she charged at Shimada. DYLAN ducked a punch, hit the ropes, and staggered Shimada with a forearm. Shimada responded with a series of rocking elbows. DYLAN fell into the ropes where Shimada put the boots to her before trying to throw her out, but DYLAN elbowed him off. Shimada moved back in only to get a surprise Headbutt! DYLAN draped him on the middle rope with a Drop Toehold, then choked him with a Body Guillotine to the four count! DYLAN received a pizza cutter and fans at ringside got a close look as she opened Shimada’s forehead!

DYLAN ambitiously tried lifting Shimada over the ropes, but got punched off. Shimada then caught her with a Step-Up Enzuigiri, ran off the ropes with a Back Elbow, then followed with a Sliding Dropkick to the back! Shimada struck a pose on one knee, taking in the Tokyo Dome crowd.

Shimada lifted DYLAN into a Shinbreaker, tripped her, then applied a Figure Four Leglock! DYLAN seemed anchored by someone twice her size, but had enough willpower and crowd support to get a rope break! Shimada stomped her out of the ring and joined her on the floor. First he whipped DYLAN into the rail, then issued stomps and punches before whipping her into a ring post! DYLAN’S right shoulder hit the steel hard! Shimada banged DYLAN’S head off the post, then slammed her on the mat with a nasty Snap German Suplex, folding her neck! 

Shimada rolled DYLAN in, climbing in himself with a gusset plate 2×4. Shimada stood over his crawling opponent, tearing into her back and torso with strikes! He then stood DYLAN on her knees and ripped open her forehead! Shimada took control of the fight, stomping DYLAN and hitting her with that 2×4! The Shimada Special Slam (Lifting Hammerlock Cradle Hold —> Sitout Side Powerslam) led to a 2.9 kick out just as the ring announcer called the four minute mark!

Shimada scrambled to get DYLAN to the ropes. DYLAN hung onto the top rope for dear life! She tumbled down to the apron, but still found grip on the ropes, weathering Shimada’s stomps and rolling back in the ring! But Shimada stomped her back onto the apron and joined her there. Shimada punched and elbowed her along the jaw, then slammed DYLAN on the hardest part of the ring with a Shimada Special Remix Buster (Vertical Sitout Side Powerslam)! Shimada was in a race against time, rolling DYLAN into the ring and rushing to the top rope! Shimada landed The Finale (Corkscrew Moonsault)! Shimada covered! Fans chanted with the count, but time expired shortly after two!

– Mitsuo Shimada and DYLAN fought to a 5 Minute Time Limit Draw. DYLAN eliminated Shimada via Janken.

— DYLAN VS. JACOB KUNTZ: Kuntz stripped naked, entering with nothing but wrestling boots. He did wipe them on the apron though. What a gentleman!

Kuntz wanted to lock-up – as in he wanted DYLAN to lock her lips on his tiny penis. DYLAN slapped him in his fucking face and gave him a middle finger! Kuntz laughed and shrugged. He slapped DYLAN, then aggressively snatched her hair. Kuntz put his other hand around DYLAN’S throat and backed her into a corner, trying to kiss her! Kuntz ignored the ref’s count until the zebra tried pulling him off her. Kuntz got in the ref’s face, then walked into DYLAN’S boot. DYLAN bounced his head off the top turnbuckle, climbed to the middle rope, and fans chanted with her 10 punches! DYLAN then showed her remarkable strength with an Exploder Suplex! DYLAN crawled to one knee and let out a scream to fire up the crowd!

DYLAN wanted to do a Snap Suplex, but Kuntz is more than twice her size. Too ambitious. Kuntz easily reversed DYLAN’S lift, carrying her vertically to the ropes! Kuntz recklessly threw DYLAN out of the ring with Tapp’s Dead (Spiking Rolling Release Suplex)! DYLAN splattered on the ringside floor! Right on her fucking neck! Oh my fuck! Holy fucking shit! The Tokyo Dome went silent! Medical personnel flocked to DYLAN! She wasn’t moving at all! Jacob Kuntz ended another wrestler’s career! Maybe even their fucking life! What the fuck?!

– Jacob Kuntz eliminated DYLAN via over the top rope in 1:29.

— JACOB KUNTZ VS. SEXY IGARASHI: Kuntz was interested in the entry of the fat, disgusting gore pig that is SEXY Igarashi. SEXY stripped naked upon entry, making it two nude dudes in the ring. They proceeded to kiss and grope each other, prompting the non-Yamashi fans to head for the concessions. The Yamashi fans threw trash at the ring – something done to express both rage and endearment. It’s just something those fans do a lot.

SEXY then sunk his teeth into Kuntz’s neck, backing Kuntz to the ropes! His teeth left a bloody imprint! SEXY issued Hammer Blows before trying to lift Kuntz over the ropes. Kuntz back-elbowed and eye-poked, then snatched SEXY’S ears and repeatedly kneed his face! Kuntzy snatched a dense thicket of pubes and tore them off with a kick to SEXY’S gut! Kuntz put them in his mouth and spit them on SEXY while punching him. 

SEXY raked Kuntzy’s eyes, threw them into a corner, and trapped them with Shoulder Thrusts. SEXY then bit into Kuntzy’s dick, vigorously shaking it like a dog playing with its toy! SEXY took it to three, then stood and towered over the referee, who chose to skip away instead of accosting the deathmatch maniac. 

SEXY walked into Kuntzy’s feisty Knife Edge Chops at the ropes. Kuntz got off a good round to back him toward the center, but SEXY egged him on before chopping him down with one chest-caving blow! SEXY dropped an elbow, then received a light tube. SEXY broke it over Kuntzy’s head, then carved up his face before cutting his own chest! SEXY buried Kuntzy’s face in his bloody moobs, motorboating as he backed him to the ropes! Kuntz shoved him off and fired another chop. This ignited a chop battle. SEXY absorbed them while Kuntz got stimulated by pain. 

Kuntz wobbled SEXY with a Deadly Innocent Drive (Bicycle Kick), ran under a punch, and came off the ropes with another Drive to knock him down! Kuntz received a tube bundle and chucked it down at SEXY’S face! He charged at SEXY, who stood and clobbered him with a murderous Lariat! SEXY planted him with a Piledriver, getting shards in his bare ass! SEXY covered for a two count!

The ring announcer called the four minute mark just before another chop exchange. Kuntz booted SEXY and tried Chasing The Dragon (Spinning Back Elbow), but SEXY ducked and tackled him into a corner! SEXY punched and headbutted, then sent Kuntz to the opposite side where he crushed him with a Body Avalanche! Kuntz crumbled to a seated position and got a taste of the poo poo platter with a Stink Face! The referee tried to be as lenient as possible, hesitant to count past four – especially in the last minute! But Kuntz was eating out SEXY’S asshole! SEXY was into it! Both men were visibly aroused! It was on SEXY to break the Stink Face though! Kuntzy’s tonguing was just too good to turn down! The referee called for the bell and disqualified SEXY!

– SEXY was eliminated via disqualification in 4:55.

— BETWEEN MATCHES: SEXY confronted the referee with a few words before grabbing their crotch! SEXY buried his tongue down their throat! SEXY then slammed them with a stupidly wild Powerbomb, displaying zero caution as he treated them like a pillow! SEXY punched and tossed the Dojo students while Kuntz tossed off in that corner! SEXY left the ring and went into the crowd, causing fans to scatter in terror! SEXY hurled chairs through the air! The sea parted, allowing SEXY to wander out of sight into the hallway. 

This allowed Kuntz time to heal until a new referee made the long run down the Tokyo Dome entryway to get this match back on track. 

— JACOB KUNTZ VS. KAZU HIRANO: Fans popped for the Tokyo native! Hirano ducked under a Lariat and snapped off a Crucifix Driver Pin for a two count! Hirano tried a Magistral Cradle for another two count! 

Hirano booted Kuntz, who reversed a Whip and caught Hirano on the rebound with a Flapjack. Kuntz stomped Hirano to the ropes, banged their head into a turnbuckle, punched their ribs, then tried lifting them over the ropes. Hirano back-elbowed and countered with a Rope Hung Boston Crab, a.k.a. The Tarantula! Hirano took it to the three count! Hirano followed with a Springboard Dropkick for a two count! 

Hirano lifted Kuntz into a Fireman’s Carry. Kuntz escaped down his back with a Face Rake, then bent him with an Inverted Headlock Backbreaker. Kuntz crawled to the ropes where he received a razor blade wiffle bat! Kuntz bopped Hirano’s head, then stood behind him and sawed back-and-forth over their forehead! Kuntz then stood over, bringing it down over their back and ribs! 

Kuntz successfully got Hirano over the ropes, but Hirano hung on, standing on the apron! They exchanged elbow strikes. Kuntz almost knocked him off! He tried stepping through the ropes, but Hirano popped him with a knee to the face! Hirano took him down with a Springboard Sling Blade! Hirano played to the crowd, firing up his fellow Tokyoites! He decked Kuntz with Maxwell’s Silver Hammer (Polish Hammer), then took to the sky! Hirano saluted and fans chanted the shortened slang of “KONCHIWA!” Hirano hit Hey Bulldog (Diving Bulldog)! He didn’t cover though. Tokyo Dome was on their feet! He wanted to pile on the offense!

Hirano dialed I Want To Hold Your Hand (Hand-Holding Ripcord Lariat), but Kuntz ducked behind and pushed Hirano, crushing the referee in the corner! Oh no! They butted heads and everything! Referee down! Again!

Kuntz backed Hirano out in a Waist Lock, Hirano did a switch-behind, and Kuntz caught him with a Mule Kick between the legs! Son of a bitch! Kuntz fell to the ropes as Hirano crawled, favoring their groin. Kuntz stalked and came off the ropes with a Humiliation Fetish (Inverted Running Neck Snap)! But hold on! Johnny Vachon, Kuntzy’s former tag partner, jumped the rail and slid in with a ringside chair! Kuntz charged Vachon, who sidestepped, driving the chair into their ribs! Vachon scrambled Kuntzy’s brains with a bloodthirsty headshot! Vachon slammed Kuntzy’s face into the chair with Demonomania (Snap Single Underhook Front Facelock Drop)! 

Vachon rolled out as the referee stirred. Fans cheered for Hirano to finish the job! Hirano waited for Kuntz to crawl to one knee, hit the ropes, and mowed him with a Yellow Submarine (Bakatare Sliding Kick)! Fans chanted with the three count!

– Kazu Hirano eliminated Jacob Kuntz via pinfall in 3:54.

— KAZU HIRANO VS. RICH GATSBY: Hirano ran under a punch, but rebounded off the ropes into a Big Boot. Gatsby shook the top rope – something normally that stokes fans onto his side, but Tokyo chose their own. Gatsby tried a Rollin’ ‘Bow (Rolling Elbow to back of the head), but Hirano’s spidey senses made him duck! Hirano stunned him with an Enzuigiri, then followed with a Spinning Headscissors twisted into an Octopus Stretch! Gatsby was compromised at first, but his strength allowed him to carry Hirano to the ropes! He dumped him onto the apron, but Hirano caught him with an Apron Gamengiri! Hirano climbed the ropes for a Diving Crossbody, but Gatsby caught him and countered with a ring-shaking Gat Damn Slam (Snap Scoop Powerslam Pin)! Hirano kicked out at 2.5!

Gatsby tagged Hirano with stiff punches before throwing him out! But wait! Hirano snatched the top rope and landed on the apron! Gatsby thought he threw him out, but crowd reactions told him otherwise! Gatsby tried a Running Boot, but Hirano yanked the top rope down and crotched him! Hirano stepped through the ropes and sent Gatsby tumbling to the floor with a Triangle Dropkick to the back! Fans went wild for the big, unexpected elimination!

– Kazu Hirano eliminated Rich Gatsby via over the top rope in 1:39. 

— KAZU HIRANO VS. CINN CALLOMY: Cinn ducked behind a punch and pulled Hirano down into a Double Knee Backbreaker! She then crunched him with a Fisherman Buster for a 2.75 count! 

Cinn tried a German Suplex, but Hirano stopped her with back elbows. Hirano’s Snapmare led to a Dragon Sleeper, allowing him to catch his breath and halt Cinn’s momentum. He needed to tighten the hold to get the most of it. Cinn dragged through broken glass to get her foot on the bottom rope!
Hirano lifted Cinn over the ropes, but she struck back from the apron. Cinn clawed Hirano’s eyes, received a light tube, and broke it over his head! Cinn walked Hirano’s head into a turnbuckle, climbed the ropes, and landed a Diving Crossbody for a 2.75 count!

Cinn stood Hirano with Kawada Kicks, then hit the ropes. Hirano executed a Double Leg Takedown into a Jackknife Pin! Cinn kicked out at two! Back on their feet, Cinn countered Hirano’s Superkick attempt with a Leg Capture Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Cinn barely let Hirano stand before taking him to Cinn City (Continuous Bicycle Knee Strikes)! Hirano kept feeding, taking four straight! Cinn stood Hirano into The Decree (Bridging Queenplex) for 2.9! She spiked him with FORTITUDE (Northern Lights Brainbuster) for another 2.9! Tokyo rallied hard behind Hirano, but Cinn put him down for the count with To Whom This May Concern (Double Wrist Clutch Knee Strike)! It was a big moment at the sold out Tokyo Dome for Cinn Callomy!

– Cinn Callomy eliminated Kazu Hirano via pinfall in 2:53. 

Winner: Cinn Callomy won the Blitzkrieg Gauntlet in 31:58. 

[A promotional trailer opens with dramatic music and shots of the Ryūjin FC Championship belt shimmering in the spotlight.]

Narrator (voiceover): “In the heart of the competitive world of martial arts, a lineage was born that would redefine greatness.”

[Clips from past fights of the G2 Grand Championship and Union GP Openweight Championship flash across the screen, showcasing intense action and moments of victory.]

Narrator: “From the ashes of the G2 Grand Championship and the Union GP Openweight Championship, emerged the Ryūjin FC Championship.”

[A series of quick cuts introduce the former champions, accompanied by their names and achievements.]

Narrator: “Legends like Daniel Fisk, the pioneer who inaugurated both the G2 Grand Title and the Union GP Openweight Title. His journey ignited the flames of aspiration.”

[Highlight reel of Daniel Fisk’s victories, followed by shots of Gauge Lattimore in action.]

Narrator: “Gauge Lattimore, the rising star who overcame Fisk’s dominance to claim the G2 Grand Championship title. His conviction became his legacy.”

[The tone shifts to a more intense pace as the focus shifts to Roscoe Robinson’s career.]

Narrator: “Roscoe Robinson, the powerhouse who snatched the Union GP Openweight Championship from Fisk’s grasp in their epic tetralogy bout. His perseverance paved the way for a new era.”

[Exciting footage captures the fierce match between Roscoe Robinson and Gauge Lattimore.]

Narrator: “Their clash, a seismic shockwave through the halls of time, where Roscoe Robinson forged both titles into one, etching his name in the history books.”

[The trailer transitions to CC Flynn’s entrance to the scene.]

Narrator: “CC Flynn, the infamous force who dethroned Roscoe Robinson and claimed the Ryūjin FC Title. Her skill brought her to the forefront of the championship lineage.”

[The music swells as the focus shifts to Zion Momo’a’s rise to prominence.]

Narrator: “Zion Momo’a, the indomitable challenger who defeated CC Flynn, seizing the title and igniting a new era of excitement.”

[The trailer reaches its climax as the Orochi Grand Prix is mentioned.]

Narrator: “But the tides of time demand evolution, and Zion Momo’a relinquished his crown, setting the stage for the ultimate test. The Orochi Grand Prix, a tournament where modern day warriors collide for supremacy.”

[A montage of intense moments from the tournament showcases the determination of the fighters.]

Narrator:“Bear witness to the birth of a new colossus, as the legacy of Ryūjin FC Championship surges on, ever-shifting, ever-evolving.”

[The trailer ends with a shot of the Ryūjin FC Championship belt gleaming under the spotlight.]

Narrator:“Prepare for the next chapter in the saga. The legacy lives on.”

[Fade to black with the championship logo and release date displayed.]

Narrator: “Ryūjin FC Championship: Forged in Glory. The countdown to greatness begins, RIGHT NOW!”
[Fade.]

This is the moment we’ve all been waiting for, it’s time for the Main Event of the evening! The Tokyo Dome is alive, bathing in the glow of the neon lights, as the vacant Ryūjin FC Championship hangs in the balance. 

The tensions are sky-high as destiny has brought us to this moment where two titans will collide once again. A hushed silence of uncertainty blankets the air as CC Flynn, the prominent pugilist who never backs down, squares off against Zion Momo’a, the blazing striker with a heart of a warrior. The crowd’s roar is deafening, echoing through the arena as the opening bell pierces through the air.

The first round begins, and both fighters step into the center of the ring. Zion’s kickboxing expertise is on full display as he launches a series of precise and powerful kicks, keeping Flynn at bay. Flynn, however, showcases her boxing prowess, slipping and countering with rapid-fire jabs and hooks that find their mark. The crowd roars with each exchange, feeding off the intensity of this epic encounter.

Zion lands a masterful question mark kick that sends Flynn staggering back momentarily, while Flynn responds later in the round with a devastating overhand right that connects flush, causing Zion to momentarily wobble. The momentum swings back and forth like a pendulum, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats.

Both fighters have their moments of brilliance, trading explosive blows that reverberate through the arena. Flynn’s punches find their mark repeatedly, snaking through Momo’a’s defenses, but Momo’a’s answers back with powerful kicks that echo like thunder.

The Tokyo Dome erupts with roars of approval as Momo’a manages to score a big knockdown with a stunning head kick, only for Flynn to recover and work her way back with a crushing right hook that sends Momo’a sprawling to the canvas. The first round ends, and both warriors retreat to their corners to catch a much needed breather. Sweat drips down their faces with pre-existing wounds reopened and blood trickling, stinging their vision. The energy in the Dome is infectious. Ten minutes have flown by, and the intensity shows no signs of letting up.

The second round commences, and the fighters pick up right where they left off. The crowd is treated to an exquisite display of heart and tenacity, as the fighters push themselves beyond the limits of exhaustion. Zion throws a barrage of kicks, each one designed to disrupt Flynn’s rhythm. Flynn responds by ducking and weaving, finding openings for her punches. Midway through the round, Zion times a powerful spinning back kick that connects with CC’s midsection, sending her to the canvas.

But Flynn is not one to stay down for long. She battles back to her feet and charges forward, unloading a series of hooks that rattle Zion. The two fighters are like modern day gladiators in the ring, displaying heart, technique, and determination beyond measure. The crowd is on its feet, roaring in approval of the incredible display of skill and willpower.

As the second round comes to an end, the judges’ scorecards are collected, and it’s clear that this fight has lived up to all expectations. The tension is almost unbearable as we await the final decision.

And here it is, ladies and gentlemen! The judges have reached a unanimous decision, and the winner of this epic battle is none other than Zion Momo’a! The crowd erupts in cheers, and Zion raises his arms in victory, the Ryūjin FC Championship now securely fastened around his waist. The controversial finish from their previous encounter is but a distant memory as Zion stands victorious, leaving no doubt about his claim to the title.

Zion Momo’a and CC Flynn surprisingly embrace in the center of the ring, displaying the utmost respect for one another. The Tokyo Dome booms with a resounding ovation as the two fighters have given their all in this memorable showdown. The legacy of this bout will forever be etched in the annals of MMA history and a watershed moment for the lore of Ryūjin FC.

Winner: Zion Momo’a by Unanimous Decision

Statistics: Zion Momo’a
Punches 87/150 (58%)
Kicks 28/49 (57%)
Clinch strikes 20/28 (71%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 2/3 (67%)
Time on the ground 24 s

Statistics: CC Flynn
Punches 115/180 (64%)
Kicks 6/10 (60%)
Clinch strikes 12/20 (60%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (72%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/2 (50%)
Time on the ground 28 s

[The air hung heavy with tension as Dante Reed stepped into a dimly lit room backstage in the confines of the Tokyo Dome, where he was to meet Kato once again. Dante leaned against a scarred wooden table, opposite him sat Kato, the enigmatic Yakuza representative, his piercing eyes fixed on Dante. It had been months since their last encounter at RFC 3, leaving Dante’s conscience frayed at the edges. Kato had wanted him to throw the championship main event fight in exchange for some lofty perks, a request Dante couldn’t bring himself to fulfill. The deed had been done, however, without Dante’s influence at hand, but now, as he faced Kato, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something more sinister had been at play.]

KATO: “Mr. Reed, it’s been quite some time,” 

[Kato’s voice was smooth, calculated, as he took a slow drag from his cigarette.]

KATO: “Our agreement went off without a hitch, didn’t it?”

[Dante’s jaw tightened as he remembered the pressure to throw that main event fight, a choice he had ultimately refused.] 

DANTE REED: “Kato, the fight was clean, and I didn’t compromise my integrity.”

[Kato leaned forward, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.] 

KATO: “Oh, but you see, Mr. Reed, even though you didn’t play your part, I had some… influence over the outcome.”

[Dante’s heart raced as he realized the fight had been manipulated behind his back.] 

DANTE REED: “You sabotaged it?”

[Kato chuckled, the sound dripping with amusement.]

KATO: “Call it an insurance policy. I had my contacts ensure the fix was in, just in case you changed your mind. The result was the same, and our new arena is rising swiftly. Congratulations on the new arena…” 

[Kato said, his tone dripping with mockery.] 

KATO: “It’s quite the achievement.”

[Dante’s eyes narrowed. He had suspected that Kato had manipulated the outcome of RFC 3, but he couldn’t prove it. The clean conscience he had held onto felt like a fragile illusion.]

DANTE REED: “Let’s not play games, Kato. I told you, I wouldn’t compromise the integrity of the sport, but you got what you wanted. The deal is done.”

[Kato’s laughter filled the room, a mirthless sound that grated on Dante’s nerves.]

KATO: “Integrity, how quaint. Tell me, Dante, what’s the value of integrity in a world ruled by money and power? You might think you played a clean game, but I know how to maneuver pieces on the board.”

[The room grew colder as Kato leaned in.]

KATO: “And now, my price has gone up.”

[The revelation struck Dante like a punch to the gut. He had thought he’d washed his hands clean with the Yakuza, but they had played him all along.]

DANTE REED: “You want more? That wasn’t part of the deal!”

[Kato’s gaze turned calculating.]

KATO: “Indeed. Our new arena, the revenue percentage, and 24/7 access are not enough. You see, Mr. Reed, I’ve come to appreciate your willingness to negotiate.”

[Dante’s mind raced as he considered his options. Kato was holding the upper hand, and there was no escaping the dark web he had entangled himself in.] 

DANTE REED: “What do you want, Kato?”

[Kato’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming like shards of glass.] 

KATO: “Let’s negotiate. A fair share, for my fair influence. I want a piece of the entire Union GP stake.”

[Dante’s heart pounded. This was a demand that cut to the core of his ambitions. Union GP was his legacy, his passion, and his ticket to a better life. He couldn’t let Kato sink his claws into it.]

DANTE REED: “FUCK. THAT. No way, that is off the table! I built this from the ground up, and I have partners who will not authorize this.”

[Dante spat, his fists clenching at his sides. Kato leaned back, seemingly unfazed by Dante’s defiance.]

KATO: “Ah, well, negotiation is an art.”

[Dante’s mind raced. He couldn’t give in, not like this. But Kato held the strings, and Dante knew the consequences of crossing him could be dire. Just then, Kato springs up from the weathered table and cocked a pistol right between Dante’s eyes.]

KATO: “I think you might want to reconsider, Mr. Reed! I know you’re tired. It’s been a very long night. Let’s start fresh tomorrow morning, shall we?”

[Dante’s chest tightened, his pride warring with his desperation. Silence filled the room as both men knew right then and there the deal was struck, the ink metaphorically staining Dante’s soul. Kato withdrew his gun, the contour of the barrel still imprinting Dante’s forehead left a stark portrayal that Dante has let his control of this brand slip from his hands. As Kato made his way to the door, the weight of these negotiations had settled heavy upon both men.]

KATO: “It’s been a pleasure, Mr. Reed.”