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 Posted: Feb 22 2017, 05:41 AM
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NIGHT ONE - QUALIFIERS

PRESHOW:
1.Ray and his shitty brother vs Jey and his shitty brother
2. Dustin Delta and El Hijo Del Ta vs Tryhard Chris and El Hijo Del Tryhard Chris

Main Show

1. Fed Memorial Battle Royal
2. Gimmick Battle Royal #1
3. Gimmick Battle Royal #2
4. QUALIFYING MATCH 1 - TEAM LOTUSFED3D vs TEAM OH GOD WHAT
5. QUALIFYING MATCH 2 - TEAM SHUCKY DUCK WRESTLING VS TEAM GSB
6. QUALIFYING MATCH 3 - TEAM ALEVATION VS TEAM MALLBRAWL
7. QUALIFYING MATCH 4 - TEAM HPW VS TEAM LOVE
8. QUALIFYING MATCH 5 - TEAM KONPRO VS TEAM BAD
9. QUALIFYING MATCH 6 - TEAM TCW* VS TEAM PW:AS
10. QUALIFYING MATCH 7 - TEAM BAW VS TEAM MDLL
11. QUALIFYING MATCH 8 - TEAM SCRAPYARD VS TEAM TANW

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 Posted: Oct 3 2017, 05:10 PM
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Sitting in a booth in the back of a diner, a hushed argument is taking place. "I can't believe you didn't elaborate to me what happened between you and Grigori!" exclaims Katya Ginoveaf, as her brother Petor endures her chiding.

"Sister, I know I've done wrong here, but there is more to it than that. I have tried to explain why I did what I did at the hospital - he just gets so angry and he won't listen," Petor says, sighing deeply and sagging into his seat as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders.

"Then explain it to me, Petor. What happened?" Katya asks sternly, tired of Petor beating around the bush.

"What Grigori told you was true. I did talk him into going to that party on our birthday, and I did cause him to get maimed, but I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Petor grips his chest and stares down at the table. "I was going to try to talk to Father - I've never seen him so angry, he was just ranting while my arm was being reset - but I swear I was going to talk to him in the three weeks it took Grigori to wake up. But Father did something that still haunts me to this day; it scared me so bad I did nothing. I wanted to speak up, but..." He trails off.

Frustrated, Katya slaps her hand on the table. "But what? What could Daddy have done that was so terrible?!"

"He made them disappear, Katya!" Petor half-shouts in aggravation.

Confused, Katya scrunches her eyes. "Who, Petor?"

"The people who broke my arm!" he exclaims angrily, then looks around to make sure no one's listening in. "A week after it happened, they quit showing up to school and everyone acted like nothing happened!"

Katya looks skeptical, so Petor continues. "If it was one person I wouldn't've noticed - but when six people directly responsible for what happened that night disappear, that kinda says something!" Years of pent-up emotion are pouring out of him. "I was so terrified that he was going to do something to brother that I brought up banishing him - to save him - because I didn't know what Father might have been capable of after that. I know I'm a coward, but I swear to you I always had my brother's best interests in mi-"

Katya's eyes widen, and before Petor has time to react he feels a hand tighten in his hair like a vice. A moment later, the tabletop comes rushing towards him, Katya's screams for Grigori to stop ringing loud in his ears. As soon as Petor's head slams against the table, his livid brother releases the grip on his hair, then turns Petor around, raining blows down on his face too fast for Petor to respond.

"I TOLD YOU WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I SAW HIM, KATYA!" Grigori Ginoveaf screams, shoving away Katya's attempts to get between the two brothers.

"STOP! I JUST WANTED TO TALK TO YOU BOTH!" she shouts. The diner's cook appears from the restaurant's back room and yanks Grigori off of Petor. Katya rushes to check on him, and finds the younger Ginoveaf twin bleeding heavily from the nose.

"Knock it off!" shouts the cook, and he is promptly silenced by a vicious headbutt from Grigori, splattering the mans nose across his face. Grigori polishes the hapless chef off with a firm uppercut, and rounds back on Petor before his newer victim hits the ground. Before Grigori can resume his assault on Petor, however, he finds Katya has moved herself to shield him.

"Brother, stop! Please, if you care about me at all, please, God, just stop," she pleads. Grigori is breathing heavily, either from exertion or pure anger.

"Unlike that piece of shit you are protecting, Sister, I keep my promises," he spits furiously. He prepares to shove the woman away, but is interrupted by the sound of both his and his brother's phones going off. When the noise doesn't stop, he grunts frustratedly, then reaches into his pocket. He reads the text and starts to laugh, his tone thick with pure malevolence. "Check your phone, Petor," he says, before letting out another mad laugh. Katya looks confused. Petor, in turn, checks his own phone; as he processes the words onscreen, his heart drops.

"QUALIFYING MATCH 8 - TEAM SCRAPYARD (DAN BROWN, MIL MENEOS, PETOR GINOVEAF & AN UNANNOUNCED PARTICIPANT) VS. TEAM TANW (ELECTRA EMERICK, ROZE O. FLAVIO, CARMEN CASTELLANO & GRIGORI GINOVEAF)."

Seeing the look on Petor's face, Grigori chuckles venomously. "Ok, sister, I'll stop. I can wait a couple of weeks." Then, he walks away, leaving a confused Katya and a despondent Petor in his wake.

"What the hell was in that text?!" she says to Petor. In response, he simply hands her the phone. There's a brief pause, then Katya curses loudly. "Goddamn it."

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 Posted: Oct 9 2017, 05:07 PM
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Please do not allow this brilliant tournament in which the best e-feds in the world are competing in front of the best fans at the indy mecca of armbar error to distract you from the fact that:

Tryhard Chris canonically FUCKED.

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 Posted: Oct 9 2017, 08:13 PM
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QUOTE (HatsuneNiko @ Oct 9 2017, 03:07 PM)
Please do not allow this brilliant tournament in which the best e-feds in the world are competing in front of the best fans at the indy mecca of armbar error to distract you from the fact that:

Tryhard Chris canonically FUCKED.

This is still in dispute.

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 Posted: Oct 9 2017, 09:37 PM
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It's kind of weird, Marie thought to herself as she unlocked her apartment's door, gym bag slung over her shoulder. Four days ago I was in New York wrestling on NOW, and now I'm back to the usual routine. She headed into her apartment, tossed her gym bag into a corner, took her shoes off, and collapsed into her couch.

It was like this after her Revolution-X match, too. It felt weird to go and wrestle in front of a cheering crowd, then come back to her little apartment. It was like nothing ever happened, except that it had.

She stared at the ceiling, running through the match again in her head. What could she have done differently? Between watching the tape of her match and her own memories, she figured that she had Kyo's number, Kyo for his part mostly had Adam's, and Adam obviously had hers. Oh, and Rematch Jackson was there, too. Maybe if she had recovered from that Atlas Bomb quicker? Or better, gotten out of it in the first place? She'd been able to once, maybe if--

Marie was brought out of her mental review by her phone dinging at her. She pulled it out and looked at it.

First was a notification from the AES App, a headline reading "LOVE to replace Phoenix at AES vs. the World." Which didn't surprise Marie in the slightest. Well, not entirely; she knew Phoenix had gone under, but figured that Grappling of Glory or GTLL would replace it. Francis would be happy about that, though.

The second was an email, confirming her flights to and from LOVE in about two weeks. All she knew about what was happening in LOVE was - in the words of the booking email - "everyone is in the ACE Tournament." Which, apparently, would be fourteen nights over the space of one night. Marie was as much of a fan of Groundhog Day as anyone else, but she wasn't sure just how that was going to work. It wasn't stopping her from showing up, though.

Lastly was a text message. She pulled up the messaging app, only for a second text to come through. Then a third. Then the floodgates opened, and she had to wait for the deluge to die down.

Once the onslaught had stopped, she flipped through them all. There were about a dozen, from her friends here in Los Angeles, to her friends that she made at NEOW, to even one or two AES people - and all of them had the same basic message.

"'Congrats?'" Marie frowned in puzzlement as she scrolled down. "What happened? NOW aired on Thursday and I didn't win that; so--"

And as she got to the first text she received, a light went on in her head.

The text was from Francis. Who ran LOVE. Which she was in. And, most importantly, who she had helped out four days before.

"Oh. Oooooohhhh." Marie shook her head, a smile spreading across her face. "I guess that's one way of saying 'thank you.'"
___________________

Five minutes later, the official booking confirmation went through. She barely noticed it, since she was pacing around her apartment lost in thought, talking to herself at a mile a minute.

"So we're a fairly new team to AES," she muttered. "There's me, Kasumi, Mew, and Mitsuo, who's the captain for some reason. I'm surprised he didn't send Erin, since she won that four-way on the pilot and also just to go full Franco's Angels. Unless she's on another team, but she only recently came back to wrestling. Mew's probably the best known of the four of us, I'm not worried about her. Kasumi's Kamara's brother, and I got to see his match last Thursday, and if any of that rubbed off, we'll be fine. Mitsuo's the one of us I'm worried about the most, since he was first out in that battle royale that Erin won, and honestly the guy's somehow the most average person I've seen ever. And I've seen a lot of generic anime protagonists. We're going to need to get together and see what our strengths are as a team. We can probably figure that out either right before or after LOVE. I'd have a hard time believing Franco wouldn't let us use the arena to practice, since we're representing his brand and all, and--"

She stopped cold. "Crap. I have to rebook my flight."

Marie walked over to her computer and started to navigate to the airline's website. "Hm. Who are we facing, anyway?" She pulled her phone out and navigated to UWOT's page for AES vs. the World, and after a bit of juggling loading screens between her computer and phone, found what she was looking for.

"'Team High Point Wrestling vs. Team LOVE,'" she read aloud. "'HPW's team consists of the captain, Joseph James--'"

To say Marie's heart fell would only be correct in the most basic of terms. It fell so hard that it went out of her body, clear through the earth, and popped back up somewhere in central Asia. And in Marie's defense, this would be the typical reaction of anyone realizing they would have to face Joseph James while they still had a single-digit number of matches in AES. Or at least, anyone with more sense than guts, unlike someone Marie might be able to name if she weren't too nice to do so.

"FFffff--sssshhhh--crap." Marie pinched her nose. "Okay. This might not be as bad as I think. He's just one person. There's three other people on the team. We might be able to pull this off after all." She turned back to her computer. "Definitely going to have to train with the other three, though. Also come up with a plan." She turned her attention back to the airline's website. "If we do that, we might just pull this off after all."

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 Posted: Oct 10 2017, 01:06 AM
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Dispute declined, Tryhard Chris FUCKS.


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 Posted: Oct 27 2017, 11:14 PM
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((The following is a very stupid promo happened before AES vs The World, and can be treated as canon or non-canon.))

The AES Convention...

Standing over its enormous presence made me slightly self-conscious. I've heard many different rumors of this place before. I always thought I would do it as a fan, now, I'm a full-fledged AES wrestler. Tomorrow, I would lead a team of my very own into the AES vs The World Tournament. Hopefully, I would win, or else Francis would likely blame it on me. I am prepared to show AES what I got, though. Although I wasn't expecting my team to be filled with so many c-c-cute girls...

I feel so awkward even standing beside them. But, I know I must press on to show LOVE what I got....although, I should probably meet some of my competitors first. They say a good deal of them will be at the con. I wonder who I am going to meet here.

I walked forward through the sliding doors into the Colosseum, and then suddenly...

Everything went pitch black.


*THUD*

Amai Mitsuo: ...Oooh...whoa. W-Where am I?

I looked up. It was the convention, of course! I had no idea why I forgot that...must have been some sort of brain damage from running into...something...or someone.

It was actually a wall, however, me running into it caught the attention another one of my competitors, standing outside the convention. His hair a fiery red, with a very regal-esque look. I believed that I recognized this person...


???: OI! FIND DAT SHET KINKY DO YA?

I quickly spoke up.

Amai Mitsuo: N-No, sir, my kinks are actually mutual handholding, and uh...

???: FECKIN DISGOOSTIN'! YER THE WORST A' THE LOT! YA KNOW WHAT OI'DD FIND KINKY? IF I RIPPED YER HEAD OFF AN' FUCKED YER GIRLFRIEND! THAT'D BE HOT, WOULDN'T IT?

I didn't have a response to that. W-Was this...THE Kink Shameus? Did he just reveal to me a love of...cuckolding?

Kink Shameus: WHAT WAS THAT FELLA? GOT A LOVE 'A CUCKOLDING, DO YA? DAT'S A SIN! YER GOIN' ROIGHT TO HELL...

He stormed off before I could get a proper answer. I wonder...could it be possible Kink Shameus would shame his own kinks?

Kink Shameus: OI! FELLA, I CAN HEAR YA, I AIN'T DONE WALKIN' OFF YET!

I didn't understand what he was talking about, but he walked into the convention. I wonder if I would see him again....outside of the tournament, that is. I raced inside to take a look at what all was there.

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Immediately, I was overtaken at every direction! This was...everything I had wanted it to be and more! I stepped forward, staring up at the large 'AES Con 2017' banner. So much so, I didn't even realize where I was walking.

*THUD*

Amai Mitsuo: Ow!

Was this...another wall?

???: Hey boy, why don't you watch where you're going?

My eyes dashed towards the woman I ran into. She looked right out of a fitness magazine. The gym clothes like attire, the massive arms that looked like they were made of pure steel, the only thing that even felt out of place was the small strip of green face paint around the eyes. There were over a thousand different fans and wrestlers all gathered under one roof, but I was certain I knew who this one was. It was another team captain, just like me...

Amai Mitsuo: You're the bodybuilder and current TANW Women's World Champion, aren't you? Carmen Castellano...?

Carmen Castellano: Heh...it looks like AES brought me some fans who are a little more unorthodox than others?

I froze. Unorthodox? Me? I wondered if I should tell her the truth...But it seemed so dull. I was the most ordinary person at my High School in Japan. I was just blessed enough to come to AES due to my collegiate background. I guess it was no harm keeping my mouth shut for the time being...

Amai Mitsuo: I suppose...I could be viewed as that. My name is Amai Mitsuo. I'm leading Team LOVE in AES vs The World. I would love for my team to get to fight your team. I'm not expecting us to get far, but if I do...I hope to see you in the ring.

Carmen Castellano: Hahaha...boy, you are too much. I mean, don't get me wrong, I do think you're a weird person...

Weird? I wonder what she could mean by that...?

Carmen Castellano: Let me put it this way, most men I know like to brag. It's pretty embarrassing. To see someone humbled by my presence while not trying to prove themselves as 'worthy' enough to speak to me, it makes you one step above the others that are here in my book.

My heart began to pound rapidly...was this...was one of the team captains h-hitting on me? I bit my lip, shaking nervously. Sweat began to drip down my neck.

Carmen Castellano: ...Hey, you know what? Here's a better idea. Forget I said anything.

Amai Mitsuo: H-Huh? What do you...?

Carmen Castellano Look, boy, you and I are from two separate worlds. It seems like you have mistaken my pity for something more mutual. So, let me make something clear, if you and I cross paths, I can't wait to take you down. And that's not the schoolgirl who pulls the hair of the boy she likes, that's the co-worker who doesn't want to spend several years saying she worked alongside someone like you. If by the end of the show, I can get you to leave, it will have been a dream come true. AES is a home for everyone, you don't have to be the strongest fighter in the world here, so long as people would tune in to see you, but that's not the kind of people I would like to face. When I agreed to lead the charge, it's because I wanted a solid idea of how far I am to my goal. But, what you doing here tells me is that either LOVE was too concerned about their pride to put anything major on the line, or they trust you a whole lot. So, if you really want to 'impress' me, like you think you are doing, the only way you can do it is by winning everything. Not relying on your teammates to bring you to the end goal. Win. But even if you manage to accomplish the impossible, and do that, sorry to crush your hopes and dreams, but you're not my type. Enjoy the convention.

I waved goodbye as she left, and I headed for the bathroom.

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*CRE-EEEEEEEEK*

I gently opened the door and stepped aside, then felt myself becoming off-balance as I saw who was in here. My heart began pounding, and my breath had escaped me. Something I never expected to see in a Men's Bathroom, was there right now. It was...

...A girl!


???: Hey.

...

Her hair was pink with streaks of blue in it, and she dressed in a casual purple skeleton t-shirt, with purple and white leggings, and a white gradient pair of shorts and boots, with pink glasses that made her pupils hard to see. She was washing her hands off in the sink, with her handbag in front of her. I believed this one was named Emmy Bancroft, but I didn't know a whole lot about her.


Amai Mitsuo: Excuse me, what are you doing in the bathroom here...?

Emmy Bancroft: The fuck...?

Amai Mitsuo: I mean, it just seems odd. Why would you be in here?

Emmy Bancroft: ...Taking a SHIT. Ya want details?

I didn't even know girls went number two...Such a rude and hostile response! She talked like someone out of a punk rock band. Could it be, that Emmy is one of those...bad girls, like the ones on TV?

Emmy Bancroft: OI! Yer the one askin' me what the 'ell I've been doin' in here. What the bloody 'ell do you think? You wanted three guesses or somethin'? Kindly feck off!

Amai Mitsuo: I-I just meant...w-what were you doing in the Men's bathroom?

Emmy Bancroft: Yeeeeeeaaaaah, might wanna check th' door again, kid.

I groaned. Don't tell me....my heart began to race as I opened the door, and stared at the design. On it was a picture of that one stick figure that wore a dress. Not again...My face turned a bright red, blushing.

Amai Mitsuo: S-Sorry Miss....

Emmy Bancroft: It's whatever. Accidents happen.

I left the Girl's Bathroom in a rush, covering up most of my face. That was the third time this week!

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Shortly after the bathroom fiasco, I began wandering the hallways, checking the booths. As I reached into my pocket to look at my map, I noticed a strange booth in the form of a tent just big enough to house a few people with words on it that interested me:

'Speak to the Any AES Wrestler that's beyond the grave'. I couldn't see anything like it on the map, but I went inside to see what was the tent. Stepping right outside as I was close by was a thin, fashionably dressed man dressed in a casual suit and tie attire, but with gloves, and a scarf wrapped around his neck.


Fashionably Dressed Man: Huuuugghhhhhhhhhh...Please state your business with...The Almighty, Powerful 'Johnny Nighttime Jr', known television psychic and stud muffin. All men, children, and "some women" are fifty dollars up front. "The Hot Ones" are twenty-five, and you get a copy of Johnny's phone number.

Amai Mitsuo: Wow? Fifty dollars to speak to the dead? THAT'S A DEAL!

I reached into my pocket and pulled out forty-three dollars in US One Dollar Bills, and seven dollars in nickels and pennies.

Fashionably Dressed Man: Are you kidding m...who does thi--whatever. Head in. I'll pull you outside if there's less. Please do not disrupt seance with any phones, recording devices, cameras, or flash photography of any kind.

I walked past the curtain, and into the tent. Standing in front of me was a stool, with a small, circular wooden table in front of it, and on the other end, a comfortable red wooden chair. Was this where he sits? There was an ominous feel to this room. Clearly, some dark spirits lurked in these rooms. I sat down waiting until a large man walked in.

???: An' I shall. Allow my soothin' southern boy voice sooth the insides-a your soul, as I take you on a spiritual journey. Then later on tonight...Oh, it's some little midget.

Amai Mitsuo: Actually, I'm a High School boy of an average height. You wouldn't happy to be Johnny Nighttime Jr., would you?

Jonny Nighttime Jr.: You're really askin' this hairy, unstoppable, untamable beast if he's Johnny boy? 'Course I am, idjit. Thought you might-a been some kind of hot bitch from your shrill, unmanly voice, y'know instead of some Chinese Midget.

Johnny was nothing like I had imagined anyone conducting a seance to look or sound like. He stood at a tall six foot, seven inches, and although he was a little heavyset, but muscular, with a thick southern accent. His large black pompadour was as big as a Bosozoku, and every last inch of him looked hairy, which was apparent from his wifebeater.

Jonny Nighttime Jr.: You just call me a Baklava, kid? Or was that some kind of made up word? Also, what'd I say about NO recording devices? DOOR BOY! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE.

Fashionably Dressed Man: Uuuuughhhh...Now I lost count. What is it?

Jonny Nighttime Jr.: Claus, this kid's doing some kind of documentary thing.

Claus: I think he just talks to himself.

Jonny Nighttime Jr.: WHAT IF HE AIN'T THOUGH? HE'S A LIE-UH-BILLY WAITIN' TO HAPPEN! In fact, let's make this easy. OUT THE DOOR! SHOO!

Amai Mitsuo: No problem. Could I have a refund?

Jonny Nighttime Jr.: Okay, now you're definitely making up words.

Before I could say another word, his strong grip pushed me out of the tent. But it was all fine. I just remembered I mixed things up with dolan, and Ron Gibson was a retired Hall of Famer, not a dead one, anyways. I sighed and went back to exploring the convention.

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Con Employee: EVERYONE! MAGNUM DICK JUST SHOWED UP! REPEAT, MAGNUM DICK HAS JUST SHOWN UP! IF YOU WOULD LIKE AN AUTOGRAPH, PLEASE GET IN LINE!

The line formed by the time I found the booth. They really booked Magnum Dick this year? My heart began to pound. Suddenly, I was taken back to watching WWA for the first time...

It was the eighth match between Magnum Dick and Ego Tripping Death Squad. They had managed to overcome Dick's attack, when suddenly...


???: Is this some kinda way to get yourself pumped...?

The man in front of me had a bad boy's bleach blonde hair, and yakuza-esque tattoos, but seemed to have spoken perfect English. He wore a sleeve pink dress shirt, but unbuttoned, showing off his chest.

???: Eh? EH? EHHH? You never met me before? Not a problem, then ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF! I AM THE MAN WHOSE STRENGTH WILL LIFT UP THE ENTIRE WORLD! I am THE MIGHTY BLACK FIST of Shucky Duck Wrestling and Technical Abberations Network Wrestling! My heart and soul hopes to lead Team SDW to victory, even if Cole Scorpio leads the charge! I am the one and only...Jiro Kurotsu!

...Was this guy for real, I wondered? He seemed like something out of an anime...but those kinds of people couldn't exist in real life, could they? ...No. T-There was no way...was there?

Jiro Kurtosu: I see now...Jiro Kurotsu greatly thanked this kid for giving him a new way to give himself courage! One would think a current World and Tag Team Champion would be able to overcome everything, but y'know, everyone needs a little pressure off themselves sometimes! THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU ANY LESS OF A MAN!

THIS GUY'S OUT OF IT!

Jiro Kurtosu: THE DAY APPROACHES HE MUST TRY HIS HARDEST! HE JUST NEEDS TO REMIND HIMSELF! IF HE LETS THIS FEAR OVERCOME HIM...Well, he's got no place trying to tell people how to live their lives. Responsibility is tough! But you gotta face it head on! But if you can't...it's nothing to worry about. 'Cause it's not that you're weak. We're all weak. Humans are weak, AND THAT'S OKAY! ...You're an alright dude. What's your name?

I quickly thought of a lie, so that I could get out of this as soon as possible.

Amai Mitsuo: UH...B...BRAD...BRAD PITT?

Jiro Kurtosu: Brad, eh? Nice to meet you! JIRO HELD OUT HIS HAND TO WELCOME A NEW BRO INTO HIS LIFE!

Amai Mitsuo: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

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Before I realized it, I bolted from the situation out of sheer terror. I don't know what was up with that guy...Would I see him again? As these thoughts began to rush to me, as a sudden realization came to me, and I froze in place.

Amai Mitsuo: I didn't get a Magnum Dick autograph...

I walked back towards the direction of that booth, making sure to be as silent and discreet as possible, just in case that one weirdo was there...but the line had completely vanished in the timtime since. I breathed a sigh of both relief, and disappointment. I guessed it was already 4:30, it was time to head back to my room and get some rest...I had a big day ahead of me.

Little did I know, however, how much this tournament would change me by the end...

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*THUD*

Amai Mitsuo: OOF!

I ran into another wall on my way out. I might need contact lenses, I thought.
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