Sumisu went back to the States. One night in Bangkok was enough to make him forget the teachings of Krauser.
Unable to return home, he began drowning his sorrows in alcohol. That's right, Sumisu became a drunk....
"Alcohol for a pro wrestler? That's not a good mix, is it?"
"Huh!? It's you!"
SUMISU: "Spike!"
SPIKE: "Yeah, long time no see... But seriously, what's wrong with you? You're gonna grow fat and ugly if you keep drinking that shit."
SPIKE: "You're wrecking havoc on your body, I'm gonna have to put you on a diet. Come on, get in the car!"
SUMISU: "Where are we going, Spike? I need some rest......."
SPIKE: "Well, too bad! You know Staycie Jiu Jitsu, right? We're going to compete in their tournament."
SUMISU: "Staycie Jiu Jitsu? What's that?"
SPIKE: "Do you live under a rock? The Staycie family teaches their own brand of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu."
SPIKE: "They host a tournament called 'Gruesome Fighting Championship'. The competition there is insane."
SPIKE: "Two fighters are caged in an octagonal ring, and they fight without rules, no holds barred. It's pretty much a street fight with an audience."
SPIKE: "I'm gonna fight in it. I need you to be my second. That's why I had to come get you."
SUMISU: "Wait a minute, Spike! Would you let me take your spot?"
SPIKE: "No way! I went through hell to get in, I'm not gonna let you hog the spotlight."
SUMISU: "Jiu jitsu belongs to Japan, I have to do this! Please!"
SPIKE: "No way! Didn't you just say you needed to rest...?"
SUMISU: "Please!"
SPIKE: "No way!"
SUMISU: "Please!"
SPIKE: "No way!"
SUMISU: "Please!"
SPIKE: "Damn it."
Denver's Gruesome Hall was heating up. People gathered from all over America to watch the cruelest show of the century. The audience was trembling with anticipation.
Sixteen fighters from all around the world were going to fight for their lives in the octagonal ring.
The championship, sponsored by the legendary Staycie Jiu Jitsu, used Brazilian vale tudo rules, meaning every move was allowed except for blinding the opponent.
Fighters were free to unleash moves that were normally forbidden, such as punches to the face, stomps and groin hits. It was the most hardcore and brutal tournament in the history of martial arts.
That was the fourth edition of the tournament. Voice Staycie, the representative of the Staycie family, emerged victorious in the first three.
Win Harlock, a member of High Class, competed twice, but could never defeat Voice.
For those who lived the life of a martial artist, this tournament was an unavoidable step in their climb. But it was also a cruel tournament that forced them to bear the sad cross of violence. Especially for the Japanese......
The air in Denver was getting hotter and hotter. Both the audience and the fighters were heating up. It was as if everyone was going insane.......
The tournament began, as always, with a strike from Brazil!
The Sumo Wrestler Arashiyama stood on the ring wearing a strange mask. The absurd image of a lucha mask on top of his large body matched the insanity of the event.
With his earth-shattering, intimidating weight of 180kgs, he held the advantage in most one-to-one fights.
The audience waited with bated breath to see that monster tackle a pro wrestler.
Hoping that a tragedy would unfold....
SPIKE: "Don't get crushed. Keep your self control."
SUMISU: "Yes. It's fine. It's going to be fine..."
SPIKE: "If you get distracted, you're done for. Focus!"
The audience started screaming, some of them even fainted. The venue was already turning into a den of wild animals.
General Voldow was a fearsome killing machine. He even had the look of a killer, his fighting style oozing with bloodlust. He fought on many battlegrounds, and his style was very practical.
He fought with calculated madness. His habit of mercilessly kicking his downed opponents in the face never failed to leave a brutal impression on the audience.
A street fighter with the talent of a genius. A terrifying match was about to begin.
SPIKE: "You can't die here, Sumisu. Voldow is a killer. You'll have to murder him before he gets the chance."
SUMISU: "......"
SPIKE: "Get a grip! We're one step away from Voice. We can't stop now!"
Defying all expectations, Sumisu emerged triumphant. The audience cheered with surprise. The final match was about to begin.
'The Emperor of Vale Tudo', Voice Staycie, almost surpassed his older brother Jackson in terms of ability.
His confident gaze was different from that of Voldow, exuding a more noble form of bloodlust.
'I'm always one step ahead of my opponent.' This bold claim was backed up by his extremely technical fighting style. The man was yet undefeated.
The entire world of martial arts had its eyes on Denver. What had started as just another tournament led to the fight of the century, a clash between different martial arts philosophies. Voice Staycie steeled his gaze...
SPIKE: "You're awesome, man. That's all I can say. Show him what you can do!"
SUMISU: "I couldn't have done it without you, Spike. Thank you."
SPIKE: "Don't thank me yet, you dumbass! You still have to fight him. All you need to think about now is Voice. You won't be able to beat him if you don't give it your all."
SPIKE: "I'll do my best as your second. Now go!"
SUMISU: "Yoshaa!!"
The microphone was brought to the winner, Sumisu. The crowd fell silent, and Sumisu's voice echoed through the octagon...
SUMISU: "Listen up! This isn't just a wrestling victory, this is personal! I fought to take back martial arts from the Staycie family, and give them back to Japan."
SUMISU: "I'm not here to brag about my victory!"
SUMISU: "I want to send a message to all street fighters! Those who fight for money and those who are out for blood, come out and fight me! This isn't a career move, I've already won!"
SUMISU: "All I wanted to prove was the superiority of pro wrestling in a real fight, and I've done just that! I never cared for accolades!"
SUMISU: "And I'm calling out the media! You tarnish the good reputation of martial arts by only reporting only what you want to! The way you take advantage of pro wrestling is unacceptable!"
SUMISU: "I'm not going to allow you to defile the heart of fighting for your gain!"
SUMISU: "If blood's what you want, stick to the movies! I'm talking to you, Voice!"
The 'Gruesome Fighting Championship' ended in silence. The curtain closed, leaving only the cries of a lone girl.....
ITTETSU: "There's nothing to be afraid of. Conquer your fear!"