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The rage of Lord Tensai had reached a boiling point and those responsible for bringing about this reaction would have a great deal of praying to do. But no amount of prayer or any deity would be enough to save them from the wreckage that Tensai would leave them in. Christian. That scrawny, puny man with the build of an underfed gymnast. He had referenced body hair that Tensai did not possess as being completely smooth helped him to remain aerodynamic. A questionable insult at best when Christian's own chest hair was wildly out of control! The steel chair he used on Tensai's body still brought aches. But it also brought a thirst for revenge that could not be satisfied. The Japanese Warrior paced back and forth in his locker room with all the fury of an agitated rhino. His powerful fist smashed into his palm in a threatening manner so you knew he meant business. And Damien Sandow. He wore a bath robe to the ring! SHAMEFUL DISPLAY. And his beard was distasteful. He would try to take what belonged to all-powerful Tensai and he would fail miserably.

Tensai: How dare they! How dare they attack Tensai?!

God himself could not possibly have a suitable answer for this query. A locker was pummeled beyond recognition by the world conquering fists of Tensai since no response was given to his all important question.

Tensai: Intelligence and Charisma?! That attack was neither of those things! It was Ill-Informed and Buffoonish! One cannot simply give one's self a moniker such as that! That is the way of the Samurai! There is no place for loafers here! JOIN ME OR PERISH!

Tensai's legendary rant was halted by a purring and almost haunting voice.

Paige: Such strong words, Tensai.

Tensai: PAIGE-CHAN?!

Tensai's raven haired goddess had appeared in the room and was seated upon a counter in all her gothic perfection. Tensai was already kneeling and gently grasping one of her hands within both of his own within the blink of an eye.

Tensai: I apologize for my most recent performance. It was unworthy. But I will make this right. Damien Sandow is a fool. A fool that I shall pummel into oblivion. I swear upon this.

Paige stared down with a cold look on her face.

Paige: If you were to defeat Damien Sandow at WrestleMania and retain your Breakout Championship..hm..

Tensai: I could earn your favor?

Tensai's eyes were always filled with desire for conquest but at this moment they were filled with stars.

Paige: Perhaps.

Tensai: It shall be done. With all the intensity of a thousand vengeful ghost spirits.

Tensai's meaty hand came to a rest upon the head of the bone-kitten plush that was resting in Paige's lap.

Paige: Don't touch Honekoneko.

Tesnai: Forgiveness please!

Tensai removed his hands from the morbid doll and formed into a pair of fists once again. His body quaked with terrible intentions and they were all aimed at Damien Sandow. He rose to his Godzilla like height and threw his fists to the sky.

Tensai: Sandow! Baka! Wakawakashii! Aitsu! Gero-gero gajin! INPO!!!!!

The Breakout Champion looked to Paige after screaming out insults in his native tongue. But she had vanished. Was she ever really there in the first place? Had Tensai imagined her? No matter. Even a hallucination was enough to give him all the fuel he needed to dominate his hapless foe. 

-The fate that would befall Damien Sandow and all those would oppose Lord Tensai...!!!

 

"If one were to say in a word what the condition of being a samurai is, it's basis lies first in seriously devoting one's body and soul to his master."

Tenai's own personal dojo was not a place where 1st through 7th graders came to practice karate despite what others may reflect. It was a top notch training facility where battles of grave importance took place. And in the middle of his dojo stood Tensai. He was dressed in his crimson, pre-match battle robe, helmet and mask and looked like the last thing a man with a silly beard would want to see in his nightmares.

Tensai: Damien Sandow. Your weakness disgusts me. The women's bath robe that you wear to the ring and your feminine colored trunks suit your true demeanor. YOU HAVE NO MARBLES!

Booming and hearty laughter comes from Tensai but his serious stance soon returned.

Tensai: Damien Sandow! You are the reincarnation of two fireflies! You are not a man! You knew coming into our encounter that you could not defeat me so you enlisted the services of Christian to try and weaken me.

Tensai removed his helmet and mask and his tattooed covered face was shown snarling at the camera. The ancient kanji on his face could only be translated as "Tensai is a true champion and the most dominant force in all of wrestling." Probably.

Tensai: You have failed. All your attack did was anger me. And that anger will be imposed on you at WrestleMania. You claim to be an intellectual savior of the masses and yet your actions against me were completely foolish. When I am finished with you, you cowardly, weak man, your cohort Christian will be next. Christian will not be able to aid you in this match because pain will be your only friend. When I won the Breakout Title there were parades in the street's of Japan! When I vanquish you and defend this championship the merriment and frolicking will ensue once more! THERE WILL BE NO MERRIMENT FOR YOU, SANDOW! Enjoy your last fleeting moments of consciousness while you can!

A ceremonial object was wheeled in front of Tensai. A large and sturdy table. Tensai lifted his sky to the sky and brought it down upon the wooden structure to send it crumbling into pieces. Beware! It also burst into flames! How is this possible?! THE SHEER STRENGTH AND MAJESTY OF TENSAI CAUSED THIS! TREMBLE BEFORE HIS FIERY PASSION!

Tensai: TENSAI! ICHIBAAAAAAAAN!

Tensai roared at the camera! The Earth was angry at what had happened to him. Volcanoes would explode until Tensai's victory took place!