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Brad's words weren't exactly what the world wanted to hear, and they made it clear. How fickle the regular wrestling fan could be...years of booing Cartwright for every horrible decision, every evil act...and suddenly, all was good simply because they'd come to despise Bad Boy just a little more. The leader of Brad Land Strong Style had spoken of strength, and his group getting only stronger built upon the shoulders of his leadership. Clearly, there was an unspoken reason that he found himself in this position...and it all started with his victory over Rosario at Wrestlemania. The masked man, certainly an asset he could appreciate at this point, no? He wouldn't be given the opportunity to forget him though -- nobody would.


Huh? The crowd turned to look at the stage, a familiar growl beckoning them to give their attention. It was Metallica, the song: "The Day That Never Comes". James Hetfield's voice hadn't been heard in some time, not since Wrestlemania in 2024. From the back emerged the masked man who had done all he could to help Brad defeat both Rosario and Cartwright on two separate occasions. He wasn't here to be flashy, he wasn't here to do much of anything other than make his way down to the ring and join Brad.


The masked assailant reached the ring and climbed up the steps slowly, heading through the ropes and joining the new strong style leader with the music fading. He got up close to Brad, leaving little room between them as he clearly surveyed the half-mask. As the two shared their stare, the masked man's body would move without breaking the look. He got down on a knee before Brad and, in what became an obvious move to begin with, pledged his allegiance.

Deafening was an understatement. The silence in the building as the mask was removed from the man's face could only be heard in the vaccum of space, and yet here we were. He had lived long enough to see himself become a villain.

Hiro Shin-Mozas stood from his kneeled position in front of Brad and finally broke his stare, looking into a mass of very disappointed and very confused fans. There was a different look to the man who fought The Number Three at Wrestlemania the year prior and seemingly disappeared as his battle with the demon had no conclusion. He was the one who had seemingly helped Brad take things over. He was another life that one could say was ruined by Cartwright. The Ethnic Enigma reached out for Brad's microphone, the new true king of the land handing it over to his apparent right hand man.