The thud echoed throughout the universe. The planet was full of screaming, cheering, adoring fans. But none of their crys reached the two in the ring, on the sun. Beelzebub stood triumphant over the man he had just suplexed into submission. He raised his hand high above. People gasping, as they all knew what was to come. A meteor from seemingly no where descended, crashing down on Johnny two phones. His defeat was all but assured. The man with the buzz cut and jean shorts never stood a chance. He'd of let down all those who followed, who supported him. Beelzebub placed his foot on the man's chest. The count starting. one..two.. suddenly the man jerked alive, betting everything on one last move. One desperate attempt, hoping the advantage of catching the opponent off guard was enough. He'd tangle their legs together, dragging Beelzebub to the ground as they both squirmed on the floor. Johnny managed to nail his leg lock in, the people shouting "Bad Reception!!" Beelzebub struggled, desperately reaching for the ropes. But his hand could not reach. It could however, reach the mat. His hand slammed against the ring over and over, surrendering to the new Galatic Champion. Johnny stood over the universe now. Looking back at all his past struggles. He had finally done it.

Four years later. The interest in wrestling has died down. It simply isn't as popular as it once was. In a attempt to gain more interest, the Bossman put a target on Johnny's head. Hoping to gain more strugglers, thus gaining a wider audience. The stage is lit with hundreds of lights, the crowds are screaming and cheering as two no-one wrestlers tried to make a name for themselves. Meanwhile, in the back room. The Savior marched through rooms. Bored as he had no opponent. Generally, he'd find someone in the back room he didn't like the look of. Insult their mother, and the two took it to the ring. With his horrible win record of zero, no one took him at all serious. He sighed a bit. Heading into the break room for a doughnut.

Riley Carlson, or as he was more commonly known as these days, the Werewolf, was sitting impatiently in the break room in the back. He was sitting on a small seat near the back of the room, surveying anybody who was around. At the moment, though? That would be nobody. He had come to the back room to wait for some other wrestler to show themselves so that he could finally get his first match planned out. After all, most wrestlers would eventually show up here at one point or another. But no matter how long he waited, it did not seem that they were coming. It had been a long time since he had last wrestled, and that match had resulted in his own defeat. He didn't usually care whether he won or lost, but now...now he was with other weird wrestlers like himself. Now, it would be okay. Now, he could really try to win. So now, he just had to wait and find somebody to fight....

Riley raised a cup that he had been clutching up to his jaw, carefully tipping the water into his maw and down his throat. He wasn't sure if it was the canine DNA in him or something, but he had preferred simple water over any other refreshments for as long as he could remember. He then set his eyes up against the door again, waiting for anybody who might walk through. Hopefully, they would not be long.

She winced as she pulled the bandage tight on her abdomen, before tying it up neatly.

That last match was no joke. Tigerman was very polite, but his sheer power was astounding, making it clear why he was called thus. It was by sheer luck she ducked his last clothespin move and followed up by a twisting enzuigiri, staggering him just barely enough to set up her Lunar Straight, ending the match in a pin as the opponent still lay dazed on the mat.

How long was it since she had started wrestling? Catherine Bellaway had no idea, but she did know she was advancing through the ranks, as money from her winnings started piling up. Of course most of that was sent back home, but what was left over was still substantial. And to think she used to work cutting fruits for a living. Her family had even taken to watching her matches on TV whenever they can. She had learned a lot ever since she took up the name Tsukihime, and started learning all she could about eastern culture.

Finally done with dressing her injuries, she exited the locker room. Catherine briefly wondered where to go for some food as she lightly fingered the bandaid on her face.