The first ever live episode of Monday Massacre was off to an explosive start. Between the opening announcement of the BBW Television Title, the fact that it's being fought for in a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match; along with the opening match of the night featuring Whale Helmet, that fans were in such an uproar that the very air in the Verizon Arena seemed to resonate with the cheering of the capacity 19,000 audience! After the first match had finished the fans were explosive.As the show returned from commercial, the fans had almost settled into a dull roar. Because of their exuberance it would take several long moments for the audience to notice the thundering rumble the was descending from on high. Soon enough the rumbling overtook them, and people began to notice the dozens of O-daiko drums set up in the rafters of the arena. Each drum was massive, easily large enough to fit fleet vans into. Two men played each drum one on either side, beating them with thick batons. The beat swelled and quickly filled the arena drawing out more heightened energy from the nearly frenzied audience.
Finally a massive boom echoed throughout the arena, quickly followed by another even deeper boom. The booms continued, separate from the beat of the massive drums, and yet highlighted by them. Several more booms echoed throughout the arena before one final ground shaking blast silenced the audience, and the drums themselves. At that same moment the largest man to ever appear in any federation burst onto the stage. The man standing in the spotlight was enormous by magnitudes, so large that the steel reinforced stage buckled slightly under his massive bulk.
The audience was silent for the briefest fraction of a second, had a pin dropped, it could be heard from the other side of the arena. Then a dull roar picked up, and chunks of the crowd began to cheer. Aaron "The Damn" Fatsumoto had come to Bad Blood Wrestling. Despite having never wrestled for the promotion, it was nearly impossible for such a monumental wrestler to go unnoticed, anywhere in the world; what's more his fame as a former NFL Superbowl MVP, and social media celebrity had garnered him a reputation that far proceeded him.
Aaron stood before the audience as more and more fans picked up the torch and began to cheer for him. Even then, as the cheers swelled, Aaron could hear the taunts and jeers of those who'd mock his massive size. "Fatty-Moto, Fatty-Moto" He easily tuned them out while basking in the praise his hard fought efforts had earned him. There was nothing small about Aaron Fatsumoto; from the size of his 24EE boots, to the mane of wild black hair the hung down his back. He looked out to the audience, then he slapped his vast belly and belted out a roar that seemed the shake the air. Then with a point of his thick fingers, he signaled for a production assistant to bring him a microphone. When the shaft was delivered it looked minuscule in his grip. He held it in two fingers, and seemed almost concerned that he might accidentally break it. He tapped the mic one, which caused an explosion in the pa system, and then spoke with a deep bellowing voice with only a hint of a Japanese accent.
"Little Rock, Arkaaaaaaaansas!" There was another, almost perfunctory pop from the audience, "I am Aaron Fatsumoto! The biggest commodity in BBW!" He paused for a moment to catch his breath after shouting out a gigantic greeting to the arena. "I have to say, I was not sure I would receive such a... boisterous welcome. But like me, there is nothing small about Arkansas. From your spinach cans, to you steak cookoffs;" Images of Aaron standing next to a gigantic water tower, painted to look like a can of spinach flickered across the titantron. They quickly changed to show Aaron standing at the worlds largest charcoal grill jabbing a huge fork into a massive slab of steak. "Even when you do something small you do it larger than life!" Another image of Aaron apparently rampaging through a gigantic miniature town. "So I know you people are ready for the biggest damn wrestler in the world!
When I was approached to join BBW, I signed up eagerly. I will admit I knew nothing of this promotion, I had expected there to be plenty of large voluptuous women; sadly I was mistaken. It was only today that I realized it is Bad Blood Wrestling." The audience roared with laughter at the rather substantial blunder. "But that is not going to hinder me in the slightest.
BBW is home to the most extreme, and the most hardcore wrestlers in the industry. Sadly none of them can measure up to Fatzilla. I have come to give you the biggest show you can handle; and I am going to flatten each and every competitor that steps in my path. One by one, they will each crumble before me like the Tokyo skyline. Get ready BBW, the Damn is here, and I will stop you in your tracks." The audience exploded again, they ate his words up, and a buzz began as the fans began to chatter about who his first opponent would be. Aaron tossed the microphone back to the production assistant and stomped back into the curtain, vanishing backstage until later that night when he would undoubtedly crush his unlucky victim.
As he left, Aaron was confident in his performance; but he'd never been a strong speaker and the hint of doubt that followed him everywhere allowed him to hear the few small jeers even through the roar of the crowd."Fatty-Moto! Fatty-Moto"
