All Praise The Demoness!

[itami]

{Gregor Winter is sitting behind the massive mahogany desk in his office inside of the MOD Estate reading reports on his laptop. Standing behind him over his right shoulder is the newest member of the MOD, Itami. Winter slowly reaches up and closes the computer before beginning to speak.}

When I started the MOD my goal was to help people that had lost all hope. The kind of people that life had beaten down to the point that they felt totally helpless to rise above their mundane lives of working minimum wage jobs in restaurants, factories, and grocery stores. All I wanted to do is to show these people how to MODify their lives until they reached their full potential.

The first few people to follow the MOD System were men and women that Lucipher Crosse had led down a very dark path with his lies. He convinced these people that all they had to do to improve their lives was to live by his bullshit book. I will be the first to admit that I let him lead me down that same road because I didn’t think I could accomplish anything in life without having a strong hand to guide me.

Standing at Crosse’s side helped to teach me that my thinking was broken, and that the only way I was ever going to accomplish anything was through self improvement. That’s why I began to spend every waking hour in the gym sculpting my body, or the library sculpting my mind. That is how The MOD System was born, and when Lucipher Crosse was killed I became free to spread what I had discovered with the world.

My entire goal for The System might have been to give help to the hopeless, but I soon found out that even successful people were using it to help MODify themselves into the elite of their field. We’re talking doctors, lawyers, banker, realtors, and even professional athletes. It was upon learning this that I finally knew what I needed to do with everything that was left to me in Lucipher Crosse’s will.

We were so overwhelmed the day that we made the announcement that MOD Island was opening that our servers crashed. Given that we live in a world where mediocrity is the status quo my mind was absolutely blown by the number of people wanting to leave their homes to MODify themselves to the highest level. It took me weeks to sort through all of the applications, but I finally found the first twenty people that would be invited to MODify their lives on MOD Island.

That was eight months ago and people have come and gone, but we have built a core group. The majority of them are athletes come to train in combat sports. They help each other constantly MODify themselves by learning and perfecting new techniques. I make sure that they have access to the best possible training facilities, nutrition, and athletic trainers; which is the reason that Team MOD has become the fastest rising in the fight game and at least three of our members are pounding on the door of winning championship gold. The only problem is I am the only professional wrestler, well at least I was until a couple of weeks ago.

My mother was always said that the lord gives you exactly what you need when you need it. Well I think the whole god thing is a bunch of crap, but the universe was definitely looking out for me when I agreed to meet with the CEO of Kontorōru Corporation. There I was reunited with someone that I respect greatly, and not just because she was able to escape the grasps of Lucipher Crosse. “The Demoness” Itami is easily the greatest fighter I’ve ever seen regardless of the discipline, but most of all she is a world class professional wrestler.

I’m going to be complete honest here, I was surprised when Suzuki San ordered Itami to come to the Island. I’ve learned through the years that powerful men always have an agenda, and you will only ever know what they want you to know. Right now that means that I have an absolute badass living on my island, and training with the rest of the top notch athletes that call this place home. More importantly it means that I have a trained fucking killer that I am bringing back to IWF, and she is laser focused on becoming the next Invictus Champion.

Tell them Itami.

{“Lady Pain” begins to speak in Japanese with a translation appearing in closed captioning.}

Everyone I’ve ever talked to about my birth says that it is impossible for me to remember it, but I now that isn’t true. My first memories are of my mother screaming in agony as she pushed me from the safety of her womb and into the cold world. I remember every inch of my body being covered in gore and the way that it felt on my skin. Most importantly I remember the rattle my mother gave as she was pulled from this plain of existence before I ever had a chance to know her.

When I was small my father would send me to the temple to talk about these feelings with the priests. They would always tell me that this was all my imagination, and to pray for guidance on how to work through my pain. Sadly, I knew that all of the praying in the world would not help me because I knew the truth. I also could tell from the hurt looks in the eyes of my father and brothers when they looked at me that they also knew the truth, which was a very lonely feeling.

Things changed the very first time I ever stepped foot on the mats at my uncle’s dojo. I was just three years old and there to watch my brother compete in his very first tournament, but instead I stood on the corner of the mat imitating the moves of the older children. This went on for months, if I was at the dojo I was imitating the older children. Until finally my uncle decided to train me and he had my aunt cut down one of my cousins judogi to fit me and he gave it to me as a present.

In the beginning training was hard for me because everyone was twice my size, but I just worked twice as hard until my skill outmatched theirs. Soon I was even besting my brothers and cousins anytime we would spar until eventually they refused to fight me any more. It seemed like I was born to be a judoka, until something happened at the national championships when I was nine years old. I went for an arm submission on my opponent and something popped and she began to scream, which made me feel an excitement I had never felt before in my young life. That very moment young Aiko Ogawa was introduced to The Demoness Itami, and all the pain she had felt her entire life began to disappear.

The next few years I continued to compete to compete in judo, until it was determined that I had become too violent for my uncle to control. It brought shame to the Ogawa family name, but The Demoness doesn’t care. She is a cruel bitch, who loves nothing more hearing the sweet siren song of screams as I hurt my opponents. Her need is so strong that she killed poor Aiko and left in her place Itami, “The Lady Pain.”

My journey did not end with being barred from competing in judo, and where it went from there does not matter. What matter is where it has led me and that is back to IWF, and the Invictus Proelium Regium. Nine other people all competing for the one thing that The Demoness wants just as much as pain, gold. She longs to be a champion the same way that she was when I was a child, but now there is no such thing as too violent.

Sunday night when I am violent the people will cheer because deep down inside of each of them in a touch of The Demoness. They long to see blood shed and hear the screams of anguish just like me, and I plan to do everything that I can to leave them all sated.

{Itami smirks.}

What excites me most is I know that there are others in this match that are just like me. Legion, a woman that will do everything in her power to win the match. She is the kind of warrior that never leaves The Demoness wanting, even if the pain is her own. Under any circumstance I would consider her a worthy foe, and I hope that one day very soon we can face each other one on one.

Chris Diamond, just saying his name makes The Demoness pur like a kitten because everywhere he steps violence is sure to follow. It does not matter if he is standing on his own, or with The Work by his side blood will flow in rivers from the end of the bat that has become just as much of him as his arms or legs. He is the kind of warrior that I long to stand beside in battle because he obviously loves the touch of The Demoness, and will fight like a wounded animal to give her everything she desires.

Then there is Nick Knight, possibly the most violent man to ever step inside of a professional ring. I remember my father taking us to watch him bleed what seemed like gallons against men like Adryn McLeon at the Fukuoka Kokusai Center. More than a warrior he is the flesh of The Demoness and her violence is seen in everything single thing that he does. One look into his eyes and you will see the darkness that taints his soul, and makes him unpredictable. He is the kind of man that I do not wish to stand next to or across from in any match.

Virginia Stepanov and Emmanuelle, two sides of the exact same coin. They are women that The Demoness thinks very highly of because they have both traveled the world bringing suffering to countless opponents. They do not care if they are fighting inside of a ring or a cage, once the bell rings the only thing that matters is destroying the person standing across from them. They bring great honor to The Demoness every single time that they fight, and I would love to see them worship at the shrine that we are building here on MOD Island.

The other four that enter this match do not honor The Demoness. They are all weak, cowardly, and driven only by their vanity. They strut around like peacocks, running their mouth without ever proving that they’re capable of doing any of the things that they say. Sadly, some of them have great potential, but they spit in the face of The Demoness by refusing to hone themselves into a weapon for her to wield.

I wish I could stand here and guarantee a victory, that is impossible with so many great talents, but I do guarantee that I won’t be eliminated by anyone that brings dishonor to The Demoness. I guarantee that I will hear the screams of the weak as I batter them with kicks before throwing them over the top rope. I swear to The Demoness that I will not let someone that is unworthy have an opportunity to touch the Invictus Championship with their tainted fingers.

All praise The Demoness!

{The scene fades to black.}