A meeting with destiny...and she's ordered the lobster.

Date: 08/20/2019
Location: Elysium Nightclub, Austin Texas


Of all the places to hit after a National Wrestling Federation show, Kanaida didn’t think that a place called “Elysium” would be his first choice as the Japanese wrestler found himself sitting at one of the larger tables in the back of the converted warehouse, nursing a pint after a particularly hard fought match.

“So you’re really not staying, Kana?” asked Jethro Morton as he ran a hand through his dreads. “I mean I thought you were all gung ho about hanging with the rest of the gang?”

Kanaida nodded his head, “Yes, I’m done with the company. I mean I kept asking if they wanted me to stay or not when my contract came due for renewal but they didn’t say dick to me.”  he explained before taking a long drink from his glass.

“Well that’s one hundred percent grade a plus weapons grade bullshit, man! You are one of top high flyers on the roster and they just let you go?!”

Kanaida nodded, “Yep.”

Jethro took a drink from his Diet Coke before shaking his head, “Man, I’m telling you that it’s probably more bullshit from Jayson and his little band of fucktards. Every time someone comes along and starts showing him up, they’re gone in a blink.” the younger man growled.

Kanaida simply rolled his eyes and finished off his glass. “It could be anything, Jet. But I’m not worried about it because when have I actually been without a promotion for long?” he pointed out before he got up and headed over to the bar for a refill and while he was waiting, a serious looking young man in a suit appeared in the club, looking more than a little out of place.

“Takeru Shiba?” the man in the suit asked.

Kanaida blanched a little bit at how badly the suit butchered his actual name. “Yeah, what can I do for you?”

The man reached into his jacket and withdrew a large legal envelope which he handed to the wrestler. “My employers wish to make you an offer now that your contract with the National Wrestling Federation has formally ended. All of the contact details are inside.” the suit explained before he turned and left the club without saying another word.

Kanaida took both the envelope and the beer back to the table where Jet was and opened it, pulling out the contents to read them over.

“What’cha got there?” Jethro asked.

Kanaida held up the paperwork, “Some suit showed up and handed me this. You ever heard of some promotion called…” Kanaida explained, stopping to flip back to the first page of the materials in his hand. “Wrestleworld?”

Jethro rubbed his chin for a moment before snapping his fingers, “Yeah, I heard that they reached out to some of the old gang… rumor has it that they even reached out to Helms.” he explained.

Kanaida raised an eyebrow, not many promotions were big on the man known as Locke Helms due to his tendency to be a little bit more...violent than one normally would in the ring. Helms was a firm believer in voodoo, often referring to himself as “Papa Legba’s personal choice” during some promos in the past.

Kanaida shook his head, “And did he accept?”

Jethro shook his head in return, “Nope.Gabe said that he just took the contract and tossed it into his bag without a second thought… then again you know him, he only does what his belief leads him to.”

Kanaida nodded as he went back to reading the papers in front of him but then stopped after a couple of more minutes and putting them away before returning to his drink.
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Date: 08/25/2019
Location: Kameoka, Kyoto, Japan

A few days later Kanaida was back in his home, once more going over the paperwork that the man in the suit had given him back in Austin, his eyes reading over every single word of the document. “I’m just not sure about this, I mean they are offering me complete creative control up to a point...but they don’t say where that point rests.” he said out loud as he sat down the contract. “That part I don’t like but the rest of it I do.”

“Then what is the problem, Takeru?” a female voice asked very simply from across the room and Kanaida turned to look at the speaker, a young woman dressed up very nicely in a cute manner.

“What I mean, my dear sister, is I don’t know what I mean.” Kanaida said as he set the contract down on his living room table. “It just feels too good to be true but the level of talent that’s said to have already signed, I mean I’d fit right in with them.”

“So you’re worried about it if you can handle these new challengers?” Kimiko teased lightly.

Kanaida snapped his head to look at his sister, “No, it’s not that!”

Kimiko rolled her eyes and then idly looked at the nails on her left hand in a rather bored sounding voice asked “Then what… you’re afraid of them then?”

Now *THAT* got her brother’s attention as he whirled around and glared hard at her which inwardly made Kimiko smile.

“I’m not afraid of anything!! I am was the funky weapon of the Dominion, but I am *STILL* the fucking WILD THING and I ain’t afraid of no new challengers!!” Kanaida said, slamming one bare foot onto his living room table  while leaning forward to stare hard at his sister, almost daring her to say something more.

“Then sign the contract, take your vacation to Britain, and then come back and kick some butt!” Kimiko stated, standing up and stabbing a finger at the contract next to his foot.

Kanaida nodded solemnly and then went about doing just that at which point Kimiko had to fight very hard to keep a straight face because while her brother was skilled wrestler in his own right ...sometimes he really was his apart of his gimmick;

A goof.