Endless War

[chrismadison]

July 2nd, 2017
Mexico City, Mexico

FGA's All-Star Showdown Six was in the books. NJFC's Pride Of Puroresu Crown Tournament had been temporarily put on hold. The Dynamic Duos and Bad Company tag team tournaments hadn't yet started. For the first time, in a long time, Chris Madison had a break in his schedule. After spending a few days at home, the road was calling his name. Understanding that he would have to run the table in order to secure a spot in the GPC World Heavyweight Championship match, the downtime gave him the perfect opportunity to get more of a look at the one man that's going to stand in his way... Mitsuo Shimada.

"Lookin' at the rest of the road I have to travel in order to become GPC World Heavyweight Champion, it's not hard to see that there's only one real obstacle in my way. Sure everyone involved in the Pride Of Puroresu Crown tournament is dangerous in their own right, but Mitsuo Shimada has been at a whole different level", Chris confessed as he hid behind a pair of black sunglasses. He sat in the backseat of a taxi cab, riding with the rear passenger window rolled down and his arm hanging out of the window. He stared off into the cloudy skies that hovered above Mexico City and let out a deep sigh.

"You know what Shimada, I think we're destined to be at each other's throats for a long, long, time; an endless war. I am everythin' that you despise about the current wrestling scene in Japan; a gaijin, who has crossed the seas and made this place his own. As much as you try to paint this picture of me being a part timer who's just goin' to abandon the company at the first chance I get, all you are doin' is provin' yourself to be nothin' more than a false prophet. You're not a savior; you're just a hypocrite who's threatened by my presence in NJFC."

"This war between us, it didn't have to be..."

"But you, Shimada, just couldn't help yourself."

"At a New Hope In Tokyo, Owen Gonsalves and I gave the NJFC faithful a match to remember and you came out after the fact and jumped me from behind, like the coward that you are. At Global Takeover, Night Three, we got to meet in the ring face to face; a match that was spoiled once your lackeys, Devin Hearst and Jack Tillman, jumped the barricade and tried their best to take me out. They failed to hand you a gift wrapped win and we ended in a draw. Then finally durin' my match with Jason Cashe for the Pride of Puroresu Crown Tournament, you and those bitches of yours once again got involved, attacking from behind, and caused a no contest. I think it's safe to say that you're gettin' a little obsessive about this whole issue that you have with me."

"Now I hope to god that you didn't think you were just goin' to get away with everythin' that you've been up to. I'm not the kind of guy who just turns a blind eye. You've continued to pour gasoline on the fire, and we meet in the final match of the first round of the Pride Of Puroresu Crown Tournament, I'm looking to get even", he snapped before lifting the sunglasses off of the bridge of his nose and pushing them to the top of his head.

"Oddly enough, I actually agree with some of what you have to say. Part of the problem with NJFC and it's short history is that guys excelled, reached the pinnacle, and then packed their shit and went home. I'll never persuade you otherwise, but I'm not one of those guys. When NJFC was struggling last summer, I went down with the sinking ship! I didn't turn my back on the company. I fought whoever they put in front of me without expectin' a damn thing from them. I believe in NJFC. I believe NJFC should be the premier wrestlin' promotion of Japan. I believe NJFC should rival some of the best companies in the entire industry. And I actually agree, that can't happen if the champions representin' this promotion are more concerned with their other obligations."

"But again, that isn't me..."

"JPD and Jon Kellar each held the GPC World Heavyweight Championship without ever having to defend it. Both had their reigns ended when the committee decided to strip them of the belt and vacate the championship; making its history a bit of a joke. It's easy to understand why you have such a bad taste in your mouth when it comes to gaijin in Japanese professional wrestlin'. But that's where they hypocrisy begins."

"You've surrounded yourself with a pair of gaijin to help do your dirty work for you. The three of you, as passionate about this company as you claim to be, were missin' in action when NJFC needed help the most. And as much as it may pain you to admit, I've dedicated more time into this company than any of the three of you! I've proven that I'm not just a part timer, here to collect a check and go on my merry way. For me, the goal is simple; win the GPC World Heavyweight Championship and then defend it with every ounce of fight in my body."

"I know you're goin' to have a few tricks up your sleeve when we meet at the end of this thing. I wouldn't expect anything less. But this has been building and if you think for one second that I'm just going to roll over and let you waltz into the championship match without giving you the toughest fight of your life, regardless of what you throw at me, then you truly never knew what you had gotten yourself into", he suggested as the taxi cab came to a slow stop. Chris handed over some money before stepping out of the rear passenger side door. Chris looks up to a large billboard that reads, "Carny Pro Wrestling Presents: LUCHA WARS".

"You didn't think that all these attacks would go without some form of retribution, did you? Strike Championship match? It'd be a damn shame if someone were to cost you an opportunity", Chris smirked as the feed cut to black.