The Fox Says: The Winds of Change are blowing....

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Kingdom Come.....

Junior Heavyweight Championship...….

Do I have any right to stand in the ring with somebody that has done such a good job of being the champion? Can I even begin to hope that I can even properly match up against such a talent let alone actually force him to bring out the best that dwells within him?

NO!

I can't think like that!

It isn't a matter IF I can, but when I DO. I will stand in the ring across from Eli Breazley and I WILL fight him with everything that I am. If I don't then what has this all been for?

I MUST!

I CAN!

I WILL!

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The predominantly black screen fades in to reveal a sparsely traveled Southwark Bridge softly illuminated by streetlamp as the night sky hung heavily overhead; gray clouds threatening to burst. As if to deliberately detract from the contradictory abysmal scene put forth, the sounds of a distinctly disgruntled woman pierced the night; causing the camera to pivot in the direction in which the nose was originating from. Much to the surprise of absolutely nobody the person causing such ruckus was easily identifiable by the Alpha Pro Faithful to be that of the longtime confidant of one of only two people to ever hold the Alpha Pro Junior Heavyweight Championship more than once; Ryan Logan, aka Logan-san. With her long blonde hair becoming disheveled as she hopped up and down in place clutching the toe of her left foot, the shenanigans began.

"Motherfucker! I swear to God that's the last time I'm kickin' anything made out of concrete and steel ever again!"

"Chuutestu."
{Cast Iron.}

"W-What?"

With a new and distinctly Japanese voice interrupting the blonde's silly griping, Ryan hopped around until she could safely lean her back against the concrete barricades that kept the average person from taking a nasty fall into the River Thames below. However, in doing so, it was revealed that Tsukiko was standing nearby and it had been she that had spoken; albeit with a slightly less then interested tone coloring her voice.

"Konkurito to chuutetsu. Sore ga tsukurare te iru mono desu."
{Concrete and Cast Iron. That's what it is made of.}

"Whatever! Cast Iron, Steel, it doesn't change the fact that my foot fuckin' hurts!"

" Maa, ashiwo itame taku nai baai ha monogotowo kette ha ike mase n."
{Well, don't kick things if you don't want your foot to hurt.}

"Okay smartass, how about you start makin' fun of shmELI instead of me. Sound good?"

"Baka."
{Idiot.}

"Whatever. Just go. GO!"

With an overly melodramatic waving of her right hand, Ryan simultaneously turned away from the camera as she horridly tried to hide her embarrassment while trying to get the apparently dysfunctional video going. With an exasperated sigh escaping from a mouth struggling to maintain it's slight frown, Tsukiko gently gave her friend the diabolical head pat of doom before walking away; her gaze squarely fixated upon the camera as she went.

{I admit that I find myself at a complete loss on just exactly where or how I should begin. Do I talk about my new found admiration that I have for such a historic city? Should I discuss the importance of Alpha Pro's Kingdom Come and how it miscellaneously relates to the Untied Kingdom as a whole? Perhaps I should continue speaking aloud the miscellaneous questions that absurdly relate to anything involving the word Kingdom?}

Falling silent, Tsukiko looked upwards as she continued her nonchalant pace. After a few silent moments, Tsukiko tilted her head back down and looked into the camera; an untroubled look upon her face.

{How about I don't and instead talk about this Sunday; when Eli Beazley-san and myself compete for the Junior Heavyweight Championship. A championship that only two people have every held twice. A championship that even the fiercest warriors of Alpha Pro are wary of competing for due to it's nature; relentless competition. THE very championship that embodies the unrelenting warrior spirit that IS Alpha Pro!}

Abruptly coming to a stop, Tsukiko turned her head to her left; gazing out over the River Thames.

{No.....}

With fiery determination burning within her eyes, Tsukiko looked back into the camera.

{No.....

I'm going to keep this as simple as I possibly am able...…

Breazley-kun, despite your self-proclaimed God Given Talent, you have spent the last three months barely defending the Junior Heavyweight Championship if at all. Tell me, how does one with such ability and in-ring prowess get away with such a travesty? I don't care if you were competing against the likes of McMorris-san and Wildes-san; as Alpha Pro Junior Heavyweight Champion you should have been striving to constantly PROVE that you are the best and not just talk about it; like a mother bird feeding her children.

It disappoints me.

Yet, despite this disappointment, I cannot bring myself to place the blame solely at your feet. The unfortunate reality is that you can only shine so bright when the other stars are far more dim. Can you truly claim the innocent trappings of Celica Ortiz, Harry Watts, John Blade, or The Great Steve were ready to step onto the battlefield and TRULY shine as a warriors? That they were ready to battle the relentless warriors whom would foolishly look down upon the Junior Heavyweight Championship? That they were ready to STAND UP and FIGHT those stupid enough to take the JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP lightly?

I can tell you they weren't.

The Alpha Pro Faithful can tell you they weren't.

YOU can tell they weren't.

So, Breazley-kun, I suggest that you do not take your lackadaisical mindset into our match at Kingdom Come. I am fully aware that you'll claim that you will not, that you never do when you step into the ring to compete. However, Breazley-Kun, the past speaks differently. Not once have you defended THAT championship against someone that has been truly battle tested, that has gone to war with some of the best the world has to offer, or that has placed the weight of the warrior's spirit on their back.

This Sunday, Breazley-kun, you WILL face such a person in me!

Since day one of Alpha Pro Wrestling's history I have stood at the ready to due battle against the best; I HAVE stood on the fields of battle against the best! Whether it was at Alpha Rising, Monday Night Metal, Alpha Showdown, Accession, or any of the other Alpha Pro events that the fans felt drawn to; I have stood as an unshakable warrior willing to battle upon this field.

Breazley-kun, Kingdom Come marks the end of your masquerade peerless grandeur}

With the image of pure fiery fox ferocity standing before the camera in the form of Tsukiko, the camera faded to black without incident. At least, the corporate officials would have liked to end it that way. However, the reality was that of something they did not want; the ominous pounding of feet upon the concrete of the sidewalk.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!

BREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKER!"

With a warrior like battle cry, the lippy blonde charged towards the camera before drive her left knee into it; causing both the camera and herself to crash to the sidewalk.

"OW! How the fuck do you manage to do that all the time? Fuck!"

"Maa, watashiha sore nitsuite oroka de ha ari mase n."
{Well, I'm not an idiot about it.}

"Yeah....well fuck you too. Some Moon Sister you are."

"Baka."
{Idiot.}

Despite her words, Tsukiko helped her friend up; the broken camera faded to black as the duo walked away.

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