I don't own Sakura Wars or WWE. If I did, Sakura Wars would have been in more American releases and WWE would get rid of the 'PG' rating.

February 17, 1929

Little Lip Theater rooftop

"No."

Mr. Wong slammed his hands on the desk in anger, looking at Sunnyside with a fierce glare.

"Why not!? They deserve to know what happened to Shinjiro! Even his own parents should know about the incident!"

Sunnyside rose from his desk and walked towards the giant window behind him and stared outside.

"I can't risk the fact of information being leaked of his demise. Our enemies could find out and attack us out of the blue while we morn for him. Even as we speak, that Kane character could be planning an attack. Maybe might be just a pawn in a much bigger plan."

Mr. Wong shook his head and shouted.

"I don't care about Kane right now! What we are talking about is not right, we can't just…!"

The argument went on for hours as the rest of the Revue waited in the garden for Sunnyside. Cherion was sitting on a bench with Rosita resting her head on her lap, Ratchet being comforted by Subaru as they both have worried expressions, Diana is feeding birds and Gemini is pacing back and forth chewing her nails.

After what seemed like almost a whole day of arguing, Wong and Sunnyside came out of the office and walked towards the girls. Gemini was the first to ask what happened to Shinjiro. Sunnyside gave a smile and assured them that he will be fine.

"He's in a coma, but the doctors don't know when he'll wake up. Don't worry, they'll take care of him until we get word" Sunnyside said with a sad smile.

"Please," Gemini said. "Just make sure the doctors give him this."

Gemini gives Sunnyside a picture of him and her on their first date at the park. He knows he won't be able to see it due to some…complications, but took it anyway.

"Can we see him?" Ratchet asked.

Sunnyside shook his head. "I'm sorry, but until I get a call saying it's okay, you can't be anywhere near him."

They all were sad to hear they couldn't see him, but were relieved that he was doing okay. They went right home after the announcement so they can rest and pull themselves together.

What none of them knew was happening, was that Nobunaga was watching. No one was able to see him since he was now just a spirit.

"How can they go on without him? With such an enemy, they need someone to lead them and insure their victory... "

He thought for a few minutes…and got an idea that might work.

"I could do this…but how will the outcome be? Well, as they say: 'Here goes nothing'."

He formed a portal that had black and purple swirling around inside and had gone in. He was exploring the vast space and was passing so many portals to so many other places, some incredible, others bizarre in nature.

"SPOOOOOON!"

"Ka…me…ha…me…"

"In brightest day, in blackest night…"

"Don't cross the streams!"

"This is my BOOMSTICK!"

"I got bigger things to worry about like how to destroy my mind!"

"Dear Princess Celestia, today I learned…"

So many worlds to look at and consider, and some to avoid, but one caught his eye.

"Welcome to WrestleMania!"

April 6, 2014

Mercedes-Benz Superdome

New Orleans, Louisiana

As a man was in the locker room, talking to himself, Nobunaga was watching him

"Don't worry dude, you got this. This is your first WrestleMania event; it's no big deal…."

He was dressed in baggy jeans, red leather jacket, fingerless gloves and had on hitops instead of boots, and wore a Doctor Whooves shirt. He also had straight medium length hair and had a familiar face, but couldn't put his finger on due to having dim lights.

"Just relax, it's not like Undertaker is gonna kill you…maybe not intentionally…"

"He may not kill you, but he sure'll give you hell."

The man turned around to find a chubby man with what looks like sweats, and flannel. He had long shaggy hair, and a goatee.

"Mick Foley? What're you doing here? "

"What, I can't come over and wish my student good luck?"

"I was taught how to wrestle in California BTWrestling. How were you my teacher?"

"Hey, I might not have taught you how to do most of your moves, but I taught you how to be yourself in the ring. That one feature can help you in the long run, trust me."

"Well I trusted you for this long, who am I to say it didn't help?"

Mick laughed a little.

"Kid, I got you something."

He reached into his pocket to pull out a sock with a crude drawing of a face on it.

"A Mister Socko? Why give me this?

"I think it's time to pass the torch."

He took the sock puppet and looked at it for a second, and smiled at Mick.

"You've been there when I needed you man. Can't thank you enough for what you've done."

"Just remember, you can't use Socko anytime you want. Use it when necessary."

The crowd erupted with cheers and applause. It was time for him to go.

As the man turned on the lights to look for his cap, Nobunaga finally saw his face.

"How can…how is it possible…?"

He looked exactly like Shinjiro Taiga, face and all.