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Chapter 9: Ride into the Danger Zone
Elsewhere in the dead of night at Tokyo Kingdom, the neon-lit streets buzzed with an electric tension. The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and the distant rumble of thunder, setting the stage for an unexpected confrontation.
A fight broke out between local gang members and a young wayward demon. The demon the ruffians faced appeared human at first glance - his messy gunmetal black hair with striking red-orange highlights around his bangs caught the flickering streetlights. His lean, athletic build was accentuated by a sleeveless leather jacket that had seen better days, worn black jeans that hugged his legs, and scuffed sneakers that spoke of countless miles walked. But it was his face that truly caught the eye - delicate features that blurred the lines between masculine and feminine, creating an androgynous appearance that was both beautiful and unsettling.
The thugs, initially cocky and sure of their superiority in numbers, quickly found themselves at the mercy of their mysterious opponent. The young demon moved with a fluid grace that belied his strength, easily manhandling them with a series of wrestling moves that would have made any pro wrestler proud. His punches landed with devastating precision, each kick a blur of motion, and his strikes carried an unmistakable familiarity to those who knew of a certain Tyrant Wolf.
With a series of thunderous RKOs, the young demon singlehandedly took down 30 gang members. Bodies lay strewn across the wet pavement, groaning in pain and defeat. The demon stood in the center, barely winded, a small smirk playing on his lips. But his moment of victory was short-lived.
From the shadows emerged a new threat - cyborg ninjas, their mechanical parts glinting in the dim light, led by none other than the traitor Taimanin, Oboro. Her pink hair was a stark contrast to her red leotard, and her eyes gleamed with malice as she recognized the fighting style of their opponent.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't one of Edwin Black's lapdogs," the mysterious demon drawled, his voice carrying a hint of amusement as he glared at Oboro. "I've heard all about you guys from Master Wolffy - you know, the same guy that trounced you along with that Hell Knight."
The mere mention of Wolfgang's name had Oboro's face contorting with rage, the humiliation she suffered at the hands of the Dutch demon still burning deep in her memory. With a snarl, she released her claws from her gauntlets, the metal singing as it sliced through the air.
"Get him!" Oboro commanded, and her Oboro Ninja Troops rushed forward, their katanas glinting in the streetlights.
But the mysterious demon was ready. With a grace that seemed almost supernatural, he dodged every swing of their blades. He twisted and turned, his body bending in ways that seemed to defy physics. At one point, he leapt into the air, soaring to an impressive height before coming down hard, his feet connecting with the heads of several ninjas in a devastating stomp.
"Tch," Oboro spat, her frustration mounting. "Who is this guy?! He even has the gall to mention Black-sama's idiot son at a time like this!"
The young demon, still facing away from Oboro's men, simply snapped his fingers. The sound echoed through the night like a gunshot, and what happened next left everyone stunned.
Angels, bathed in ethereal light, descended from the sky. Their presence was both beautiful and terrifying, their wings spread wide as they embraced each of the cyborg ninjas. The last angel wrapped its arms around Oboro herself, who stood frozen in disbelief.
It was then that the mysterious demon revealed his true nature. Incubus horns, pointing frontwards, materialized on his head. A single black angel wing unfurled from the left side of his back, a stark contrast to the white wings of the angels he had summoned; also most Incubi and Succubi have bat-like wings. Within moments, the angels ensnaring Oboro and her men began to dissipate into miasma, their forms breaking apart like smoke in the wind. As the angels vanished, Oboro and her troops collapsed to the ground, their strength sapped by the demonic magic.
"You... You're an Incubus?!" Oboro exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and fear.
Before the situation could escalate further, a new figure appeared on the scene. A dark-skinned woman with pink hair, wielding a knight's sword with practiced ease, approached Oboro cautiously.
"Ingrid?!" Oboro shouted, her tone shifting from fear to anger. "How dare you interrupt me!"
Ingrid's voice was cold and commanding as she responded, "Silence, you petulant worm. Don't you know who that is?" She gestured towards the young demon, who stood calmly amidst the chaos he had created. "He is one of the children of the former Incubus king Kamadeva. He now goes by the name of Adonis van der Michaelis. He also trained under Rood Kaiser van Wolfgang."
Ingrid's eyes narrowed as she continued, "Unlike Black-sama's son, he's made a name for himself in a Lucha Libre promotion in Mexico. He chose his own freedom over the throne of the Incubus King."
As she spoke, Ingrid could feel the power radiating from Adonis. It was a familiar sensation, reminiscent of the royal blood of Kamadeva that flowed through his veins. She realized, with a mix of awe and trepidation, that Oboro had made a grave error in judgment by choosing to fight him head-on. Not only did Adonis possess the innate power of an Incubus prince, but he had also been trained by Wolfgang, the son of another formidable demonic ruler.
Ingrid's arms trembled as she gripped her sword, her knuckles turning white with the effort. The Hell Knight's eyes darted between Adonis and Oboro, assessing the situation with growing unease. Sweat beaded on her forehead, betraying her composed exterior.
Adonis, noticing Ingrid's discomfort, couldn't resist pushing her buttons. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes as he taunted, "What's wrong, Hell Knight? Did you just shit yourself already?"
His words hung in the air, sharp and biting. Ingrid's jaw clenched, her pride stung by the young Incubus's audacity. But beneath her anger, a cold fear gripped her heart. She had witnessed firsthand the terrifying extent of Adonis's power, a power that seemed to surpass even that of a typical Incubus.
The memory of those ethereal angels, draining the strength from Oboro and her troops until they couldn't stand, sent a shiver down Ingrid's spine. It was a ability unlike anything she had ever encountered before. And yet, it wasn't just Adonis's innate powers that gave her pause.
Her mind flashed back to her encounter with Wolfgang, Adonis's mentor. Despite giving Wolfgang his most difficult fight, Ingrid had still tasted defeat when he destroyed her precious sword, Dark Flame, with his alchemical powers. The thought of facing someone trained by such a formidable opponent made her hesitate.
As she studied Adonis, Ingrid could see traces of Wolfgang's influence in the young Incubus's stance and movements. It was clear that Wolfgang had imparted his martial arts knowledge, honing Adonis's natural abilities and preparing him for a career in wrestling. The combination of demonic power and refined fighting skills made Adonis a truly unpredictable and dangerous opponent.
After a moment of tense silence, Ingrid made her decision. Her voice rang out, firm and commanding, though there was an undercurrent of strain that betrayed her inner turmoil. "Go. Leave this area at once!"
Oboro's face contorted with displeasure, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Ingrid. But the Hell Knight stood her ground. She knew that letting Adonis go was the smartest decision, sparing Nomad from unnecessarily sacrificing their warriors against an Incubus of royal blood trained by an MMA legend.
Adonis raised an eyebrow, surprised by Ingrid's command. He nodded slowly, a hint of respect creeping into his expression. "Okay," he said, his tone losing some of its earlier smugness. Then, as if remembering something important, he added, "And tell Power Lady I came here."
As he spoke, Adonis's demonic features began to recede. His horns retracted, disappearing into his scalp, and his single black avian wing folded and vanished as if it had never been there. Within moments, he appeared entirely human once more, the only hint of his true nature lingering in the otherworldly gleam of his eyes.
Ingrid watched warily as Adonis turned to leave, her sword still at the ready. The tension in the air slowly began to dissipate, but the Hell Knight knew that this encounter would have far-reaching consequences. As Adonis's figure faded into the neon-lit streets of Tokyo Kingdom, Ingrid couldn't shake the feeling that their paths would cross again, and next time, the outcome might not be so peaceful.
"*sigh* Jeez, what's their problem? Can't a guy train properly before making his debut in one of Japan's top wrestling promotion?" Adonis spoke to an unseen presence, sharing his mentor's uncanny medium awareness. He ran a hand through his messy hair, the red-orange highlights catching the glow of a nearby neon sign.
The young Incubus leaned against a graffiti-covered wall, his leather jacket creaking softly. The sounds of the city - distant sirens, the hum of traffic, and the occasional drunken shout - filled the air around him. He closed his eyes for a moment, reminiscing.
"Those 10 years in Mexico were something else," he mused, a small smile playing on his lips. "Two world titles, and that tag team championship with Lulu Manhattan. Man, uncle Ambrose's other protege sure knows how to bring the house down."
His smile faltered slightly as his thoughts drifted to his mentor. "I wonder what Master Wolffy's doing since he settled down in Gosha with a Taimanin girlfriend," Adonis muttered, his brow furrowing. "Like seriously, he really needs to have a kid in the future. Maybe that'd help him find some peace."
Adonis pushed off from the wall, starting to walk down the dimly lit street. His sneakers splashed through puddles left by the earlier rain, reflecting the neon lights above. As he walked, memories of his journey flashed through his mind.
He remembered his amateur career in Ireland, where Wolfgang, Ambrose, and TJ had first taken him under their wing. The grueling training sessions, the late-night strategy talks, the camaraderie - it all came flooding back. Those early days had shaped him, molding him into the wrestler he was today.
But it hadn't all been smooth sailing. Adonis's steps faltered as he recalled the day he learned about Wolfgang's role in the Orc Genocide. The betrayal, the anger, the hurt - it had all come crashing down on him at once. He'd cut ties with his mentor, unable to reconcile the man he knew with the atrocities he'd committed.
Adonis remembered Wolfgang's downward spiral, the reports he'd hear from Ambrose and TJ. It had been hard to watch, even from a distance.
Their reconciliation had come in the wake of tragedy. Adonis's mind flashed to that fateful Mexican Deathmatch. The roar of the crowd, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, and then... silence. The memory of his opponent's lifeless body still haunted him.
Adonis shuddered, wrapping his arms around himself despite the warm night air. That incident had changed him profoundly. It had brought him and Wolfgang back together, united in their shared trauma and guilt. But it had also left a deep scar on Adonis's psyche.
As he continued his walk through Tokyo Kingdom's neon-lit streets, Adonis felt a mix of emotions swirling within him. Excitement for his upcoming debut in Japan's top wrestling promotion, nostalgia for his time in Mexico, concern for his mentor, and a steely determination to make his mark without compromising his values.
Meanwhile, deep within the heart of the demon world's Magma Zone, Castle Inferno stood as an imposing fortress of dark stone and smoldering lava. Inside, an unusual scene was unfolding. Queen Astaroth, the formidable ruler of this hellish domain, was in a state of utter disarray.
With a comical flurry of movement, Astaroth unceremoniously kicked her Succubi servants out of her lavish bedroom. The demons tumbled out in a tangle of limbs and surprised yelps, leaving a bemused Wester standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Queen Astaroth!" Wester exclaimed, relief evident in her voice. "Thank goodness you're in control of your actions!"
But Astaroth was far from relieved. Her usually regal demeanor was replaced by a mix of frustration and embarrassment. Her fiery hair flickered erratically, mirroring her agitated state.
"Of course I'm already in control!" she snapped, her voice a mix of indignation and exhaustion. "I've been stuck masturbating for two weeks without taking a break! I had no idea that someone's puppeteering me or something-"
Her words trailed off as she noticed Wester's attention shift to something on the bed. The dark elf approached cautiously, her keen eyes spotting three small objects nestled among the rumpled silk sheets.
Wester delicately picked up the items, revealing them to be wood splinters. As she examined them more closely, her expression changed from curiosity to understanding. "These are no ordinary splinters," she murmured, her voice low and serious.
Astaroth watched as Wester's fingers danced over the splinters, her innate ability to sense magical energies coming into play. The Queen of Inferno felt a chill run down her spine, despite the ever-present heat of her realm.
"If they stick into someone's skin, they inject some kind of aphrodisiac that intensifies sexual stimulation three-thousandfold," Wester explained, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Whoever is puppeteering your... degrading act must have got hold of a voodoo doll. Only if the doll is destroyed would you have gained control of your body."
The dark elf's eyes met Astaroth's, a hint of worry evident in their depths. "Normally, witch doctors, demonologists, and alchemists are capable of creating voodoo dolls. That could only mean..."
Astaroth's mind raced, pieces of a puzzle she didn't know existed suddenly falling into place. Her last fight with Wolfgang flashed before her eyes - the hybrid werewolf's transformation into his Blutrosenwolf form, an offshoot of Shizuru Kousaka's Wood Art. The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning: she must have contracted the magic splinters from him without realizing it.
As for the voodoo doll, Astaroth's stomach churned at the thought. Wolfgang must have collected a sample of her blood or hair during their battle to create it. The fire demoness felt a mix of anger and grudging respect for her adversary's cunning.
Composing herself with effort, Astaroth turned to Wester, her voice eerily calm. "Mind if you close the door and give me some time to blow off some steam, if you please dear?"
Wester nodded, sensing the barely contained fury beneath her Queen's polite request. She quickly retreated, closing the heavy door behind her with a resonant thud.
As Wester's footsteps faded away, the scene shifted to the exterior of Castle Inferno. The dark, imposing structure stood silently against the backdrop of the Burning Plains, its stone walls reflecting the eerie glow of ever-present lava flows.
Suddenly, a comical thought bubble materialized above the castle's highest tower. Within it, Astaroth's face appeared, contorted into a cartoonishly angry expression. A cross-like graphic pulsed over her head, perfectly capturing her rage.
What followed was a tirade of epic proportions. Astaroth's voice, usually so controlled and regal, devolved into a stream of incoherent ranting and obscenities that echoed across the Burning Plains.
"MOTHERFUCKING RETARDED FLEABAG!" she bellowed, her voice carrying far beyond the castle walls. "(BLEEP)! (BLEEP)! (BLEEP)! DOGSHIT! GRRRRAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!"
The rant continued, each profanity more colorful than the last. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCKKKING! CUNTSUCKER! (BLEEP)! (BLEEP)! (BLEEP)! ASSHOLE!"
As her fury reached its peak, Astaroth's final threat rang out across the demon realm: "I'M GOING TO CUT OFF YOUR DICK THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOUR FACE!"
The outburst left an eerie silence in its wake, broken only by the distant bubbling of lava and the nervous shuffling of lesser demons who had overheard their Queen's tirade.
Inside the castle, Wester winced at the volume of Astaroth's rant. Concern etched on her face, she cautiously approached the bedroom door once more. Raising a hesitant hand, she knocked gently. "Your Highness, is something wrong?"
There was a moment of silence before Astaroth's voice, now back to its usual composed tone, replied, "I'm just blowing off some steam, dear. You really shouldn't have heard that."
Wester could hear the sigh in her Queen's voice as Astaroth continued, "That mutt sure got some balls playing dirty. I'll give him that."
Recognizing the reference, Wester's eyes widened. "You mean that hybrid werewolf?" she asked, her voice tinged with awe and a hint of fear. "It's no wonder why Rood Kaiser van Wolfgang is feared in the demon realm... Even his father Edwin Black feared that his own son would be a threat to his power over other demons."
Inside the room, Astaroth snapped her fingers. In a burst of flame, her signature red dress materialized, hugging her curves and restoring some of her regal appearance. "For pete's sake," she growled, "don't bring up Edwin Black in my earshot. It only makes me hate his idiot son more."
Wester, sensing the shift in her Queen's mood, ventured a question. "What are you going to do now?"
Astaroth paused, considering her options. After a moment, she replied with a hint of resignation in her voice. "I'll let this slide. He already managed to get even with me. Besides," she added with a sardonic chuckle, "getting puppeteered into endless masturbation made me feel like I've been in a foursome with him and his two Taimanin girlfriends."
As Wester's eyebrows shot up in surprise, Astaroth elaborated. While under the voodoo doll's control, she had experienced sensations that she now recognized. The feeling of vine-like tentacles penetrating her insides - that must have been from Shizuru's Wood Art. And the jolts of electricity coursing through her body? Undoubtedly Rin's Lightning Art at work.
A wry smile played on Astaroth's lips as she concluded, "Meaning, the two Taimanins and that fleabag are having quite the steamy night in the human world."
Back in Tokyo Kingdom, Adonis found himself on a bustling street corner, his eyes drawn to an anachronistic sight: a telephone booth. The sleek, futuristic cityscape around him made the booth seem like a relic from another era.
"I can't believe these things still exist even though we're in the 2080's," he mumbled to himself. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he turned slightly, as if addressing an invisible audience. "In case Master Wolffy didn't tell you, the Taimanin series' timeline takes place almost sixty years into the future. Let that sink in for a moment."
Curiosity getting the better of him, Adonis approached the booth. The glass door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a surprisingly well-maintained interior. He fished a coin from his pocket, marveling at the fact that he even had one, and inserted it into the slot. His fingers danced over the keypad as he dialed a familiar number.
After a few rings, an effeminate voice answered, "Hello?"
Adonis's face lit up with recognition. "Hey, uncle. It's me."
"Adonis..." The voice on the other end, belonging to Ambrose, was filled with warmth and surprise. "Is that you, Adonis? It's been a while since I last heard your beautiful voice. Where are you now, hijo?"
"Tokyo Kingdom," Adonis replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "I've been busy training for my upcoming debut in AWJ."
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. "Tokyo Kingdom? Merde, Adonis. Are you insane?!" Ambrose's voice was a mix of concern and exasperation. "You have no idea how many ruffians are around those streets! Nomad has the entire city under surveillance day and night!"
Adonis couldn't help but chuckle at his uncle's worry. "Hah. Those chumps are perfect training dummies to practice new moves! And guess what, even Black's lackeys are scared shitless to take me on."
As he spoke, Adonis's mind wandered to earlier that day. He had encountered a group of local gang members, each one cockier than the last. What had followed was nothing short of a wrestling clinic. Adonis had unleashed a barrage of moves that would make any pro wrestler proud.
He remembered the satisfying crunch as he executed a perfect RKO, the look of shock on a thug's face as he was caught in a Blade Runner. The package piledriver had left one particularly burly gangster seeing stars, while the Riptide had sent another spinning through the air like a ragdoll.
But it wasn't just power moves. Adonis had showcased his agility too, with lightning-fast hurricanranas and frankensteiners that left his opponents dizzy and confused. He had cycled through multiple suplex variations, each one more devastating than the last.
And then, there was his piece de resistance - his finishing move. A beautifully executed Ura-nage that he called 'Danger Zone'. Named after the Kenny Loggins song from Top Gun, it was as much a homage to the movie he loved watching with Wolfgang as it was a devastating finisher. The memory of watching that film with his mentor brought a smile to his face, even as he recalled the satisfying thud of bodies hitting the pavement. Additionally, that song became Adonis's entrance after turning face during his stint in Mexico, and decided to keep that entrance song as he prepares to make his debut in Action Wrestling Japan.
Ambrose's voice, tinged with a mix of admiration and concern, brought him back to the present. "Ay yi yi yi... Never change, my dear. Just be careful you don't kill someone."
Adonis's tone grew serious. "I know that. Besides, I don't want to ever bring up that tragic incident ever. This is why I avoid killing people, injuring them is much more humane and merciful." There was a pause, and when he spoke again, there was a hint of sadness in his voice. "Master Wolffy has killed a lot of humans and demons in the past, and I don't want to end up like him!" Then, curiosity getting the better of him, he added, "And speaking of Master Wolffy, I wonder what he's been doing with some Taimanins?"
Ambrose's voice took on a thoughtful tone. "You see, at first Wolffy came to Japan to attend the funeral of a retired Taimanin he befriended in the past. But, fate had other plans for him. The Dutch royal family bestowed him a Royal Knight arsenal and gave him a renewed purpose..."
"The Queen really had high hopes for Master," Adonis interjected, a note of pride in his voice.
"Indeed," Ambrose continued. "That's because Queen Marianne Catherine saw the pureness in his heart. And this is how Wolffy had achieved ascension. So far, only Wolffy is the only demon in existence to become an ascended demon."
Adonis's eyes widened in surprise. "No way. Is ascension really possible, uncle? From what I know, ascended demons are still technically high-ranking demons, but far more powerful than a normal high-ranking demon."
"Yes," Ambrose confirmed. "That's because for everything Wolffy has done - good and bad, he has a virtuous heart. He now has a place in the world to live rather than finding solace in death. You need to remember that he is like every good person like you and me that goes through tragedies and hardships. He is far from perfect, but he knows deep within his heart of doing the right thing." There was a pause, and when Ambrose spoke again, his voice was softer. "You are still young, Adonis. But you have a good heart. Your father, despite everything he's done, wanted you to walk your own path. Lord Kamadeva isn't here with us anymore, but I know deep in my heart that he still loves you and is proud of your own success."
Adonis felt a lump form in his throat. "I never hated my dad... He's... He just doesn't care merely because of his uncontrollable hedonistic tendencies. Yet he keeps sulking as if he's not content with the women he's sleeping with." His voice grew stronger as he continued, "But, you, Master Wolffy and Master TJ are my actual dads. You guys are my only family that I needed when I'm at my lowest point of my life."
"Aww~ " Ambrose's voice was filled with affection. "We are always with you, my dear. I will never take that for granted. Wolffy and TJ both feel the same way."
Adonis nodded, even though Ambrose couldn't see him. "Yeah. Sure comes the time Master Wolffy can finally retire and settle down, I'll be there to take up his place to fight to maintain peace for both worlds."
"Glad to hear that, my little heart break kid. I'll be looking forward to your AWJ debut. Ciao!" Ambrose spoke his goodbye before hanging up.
Adonis placed the phone back in its cradle, a warm smile lingering on his face. The conversation with his uncle had left him feeling both nostalgic and energized. He exited the booth, the glass door sliding shut behind him with a soft hiss.
The bustling Tokyo Kingdom street seemed to pause for a moment as Adonis stepped out. The young Incubus took a deep breath, feeling a surge of power coursing through his body. Within moments, a remarkable transformation began.
His black angel wings started to sprout from his back, unfurling majestically. Unlike most Succubi and Incubi who sported bat-like wings, Adonis's were a rare sight - feathered and powerful. The second wing on his right side emerged, balancing out his silhouette. Simultaneously, his Incubus horns manifested on both sides of his head, facing frontwards, adding to his unique appearance.
Passersby stopped and stared, some in awe, others in fear. Adonis paid them no mind, focusing on the surge of energy building within him. He crouched slightly, muscles tensing, preparing for takeoff.
In a burst of power, Adonis leapt skyward. The force of his ascent was so great that it unleashed a sonic boom, the shockwave rippling through the air and rattling nearby windows. The onlookers gasped and shielded their eyes as Adonis shot upwards, leaving behind a trail of shimmering black feathers.
As he soared higher, the feathers drifted down like a gentle, dark rain. But among the cascade of ebony plumes, something caught the eye of a keen observer - a single platinum white feather, glinting in the sunlight as it spiraled to the ground.
The sight of that lone white feather amidst the sea of black ones sparked whispers among those who witnessed it. Some pointed, others murmured in hushed tones. Could this mean something more?
As Adonis soared through the night sky, his mind drifted to a memory from five years ago. The cool air brushed against his face, and the city lights twinkled below him like a sea of stars. He couldn't help but think about the blonde Taimanin he had encountered back then.
"I wonder if Master Wolffy met that four-eyed blondie somewhere in Gosha," Adonis mused to himself. "He must've enjoyed a threesome with her along with his Taimanin girlfriend there." A mischievous grin played on his lips as he imagined the scenario.
As he flew, Adonis began to recount the story to an unseen presence, his voice carried by the wind. "You know, a month after Arturo's death, I stumbled into this fight between some demon thugs and this blonde woman. It was crazy! I just jumped in without thinking, and that's when I learned my new finishing move, 'Danger Zone'. It's basically a ura-nage, but man, it's effective!"
He chuckled, remembering the surprised look on the woman's face. "At one point, I had my wings and horns out, and she was shocked when I used a Rocket Piledriver on one of those thugs. But guess what she rewarded me with?" Adonis paused for dramatic effect. "It's... S-E-X! Can you believe it!?"
The young Incubus's eyes gleamed with the memory. "She figured out I was an Incubus pretty quick. Being a Taimanin and all, I guess she's used to dealing with our kind. Back then, Master Wolffy was celibate, and I was kinda in the same boat until that night."
Adonis's voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. "Let me tell you, it was insane. She really devoured me all night long until she made me come inside her. It's like she's used to seducing her targets as part of her mission and duty as a Taimanin."
He shook his head, a mix of amusement and disbelief in his voice. "You know, I wasn't much of a sex maniac compared to my kin, or even my dad. That guy has fucked so many women, I can't even figure out who my other siblings are! But hey, since I'm an incubus, I might as well find ways to explore the extent of my power, right? If anything, I might need guidance from Master Wolffy and Uncle Ambrose on that front."
With a burst of energy, Adonis accelerated, breaking the sound barrier. The sonic boom echoed through the night as he streaked across the sky, leaving a trail of ebony feathers in his wake. He passed over Maesaki, the city sprawling beneath him like a glittering carpet.
As he approached Gosha village, more feathers rained down, carried by the wind. Some found their way to the roof and backyard garden of Rin's mansion, settling gently on the ground. Among the shower of black plumes, a single platinum white feather drifted down, landing softly on the platform behind the glass window leading to the bedroom.
Back inside the bedroom, Shizuru savored every moment as she enveloped Wolfgang's impressive member with her core. The entire bed was a sea of red and orange rose petals, a result of Shizuru's masterful Wood Art. The soft petals caressed their skin, adding to the sensual atmosphere.
Shizuru's manipulation of plant pheromones through her ninja art had transformed the room into a haven of desire. The air was thick with an intoxicating scent, heightening their senses and arousal. This skill, while useful in her covert operations, now served a more intimate purpose.
As Shizuru rode Wolfgang in his beast form, her movements slow and deliberate, Rin watched with growing excitement. She reached out, scooping up a handful of the silky petals. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Rin began to sensually rub the petals around her areolas and nipples. The soft texture of the petals against her sensitive skin elicited a series of breathy moans from her lips.
Wolfgang, already enthralled by Shizuru's ministrations, found his attention divided. His gaze flickered between Shizuru astride him and Rin's erotic display. The combination of visual and auditory stimulation caused his body to react, his arousal visibly intensifying.
Shizuru, ever observant, noticed the change in Wolfgang's demeanor. She felt him grow even harder within her, a reaction that brought a playful smile to her lips. Leaning forward, she whispered teasingly, "Tee-hee~ Hearing Rin's moans turned you on?"
Her words were accompanied by a deliberate roll of her hips, causing Wolfgang to growl softly in response. The sound reverberated through the room, mixing with Rin's continued moans and the rustle of petals against skin.
Rin, encouraged by the effect she was having, decided to take things further. She crawled across the petal-strewn bed, positioning herself closer to the entwined couple. Her proximity allowed Wolfgang to inhale her scent, mingled with the aphrodisiac aroma of the flowers.
"Why don't we make this even more interesting?" Rin suggested, her voice husky with desire. She reached out, trailing her fingers along Wolfgang's muscular arm, then across Shizuru's thigh.
Shizuru's eyes sparkled with excitement at the suggestion. "Oh my, Rin-chan. What did you have in mind?" She slowed her movements, curious to see what Rin would propose.
Rin stood up, her movements fluid and graceful. She pressed her body against Shizuru's, their breasts touching, nipples grazing against each other. The sensation sent shivers down both women's spines. At this point, Shizuru and Wolfgang were teetering on the edge of climax, their bodies trembling with anticipation.
"Yes~!" Rin's voice was thick with desire. "Come on, Wolfgang! Let it out! Let's come together, the three of us!" Her fingers found their way to her womanhood, rubbing aggressively at her sensitive folds. All the while, her nipples continued to brush against Shizuru's, the friction adding to their shared pleasure.
The room was filled with the heady scent of arousal and Shizuru's floral pheromones. The air seemed to crackle with energy as the three lovers reached their peak simultaneously. They let out a collective orgasmic howl, their voices blending into a symphony of ecstasy.
As they climaxed, something extraordinary happened. Wolfgang's lycanthropic form began to emit a shiny, golden glow. The light intensified, bathing everyone in its warm radiance. It was as if the very essence of their passion had manifested into a tangible force.
When the light faded, Wolfgang's werewolf form had disappeared. In its place was his human form - a sight that took both Rin and Shizuru's breath away. His upper body was a masterpiece of sculpted muscle, marked with battle scars that told tales of his tumultuous past. His cobalt-blue hair fell in tousled waves, framing a face that was undeniably attractive. But it was his jade eyes that captured their attention, pools of emerald that seemed to hold depths of wisdom and passion.
"Holy shit... That was insane!" Wolfgang's voice was husky with desire and a hint of awe at what had just transpired.
Shizuru, ever the seductress, slowly pulled herself away from Wolfgang. With deliberate movements, she removed the condom from his shaft. Her eyes locked with his as she proceeded to drink his seed in an erotic display. It was clear that she was mindful of Wolfgang's commitment to Rin, not wanting to risk pregnancy.
"You're quite the handsome demon, Wolfgang. " Shizuru's voice was melodic, tinged with admiration. "I find it remarkable that a legendary cagefighter would be so skilled in the art of lovemaking." She paused, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "You know, you remind me of a young Incubus I once encountered. He behaved just like you."
Wolfgang, still basking in the afterglow and exhausted from their intense session, found it hard to process Shizuru's words. There was something in her tone, an implication that he couldn't quite grasp in his current state. Was this Incubus someone he knew personally? The thought niggled at the back of his mind, but he was too spent to pursue it.
"I dunno what you're talking about," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "But, he sounds like quite the sex maniac." A chuckle escaped his lips. "I hope he's more successful with the ladies than our captain cyclops."
"Oh, you mean Kotaro-kun?" Shizuru asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Rin, who had been catching her breath, chimed in with a fact about Fuuma. "And for the record, that boy constantly skips Shizuru's English classes."
Wolfgang's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Jesus, how the fuck is the guy the task force's captain when he sleeps in class and even skips one particular subject?!" He shook his head, a mixture of amusement and disbelief on his face. "Yet, he manages to be an effective leader."
The room fell into a comfortable silence as they all contemplated the paradox that was Kotaro Fuuma. Wolfgang, despite his amusement, felt a twinge of annoyance at Fuuma's habit of sleeping in classes. He had even resorted to prank calls to keep the young captain awake during lessons. Yet, he couldn't deny that despite Fuuma's unorthodox methods, the boy had absorbed a lot from Wolfgang's wisdom and experience.
As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, a gentle breeze wafted through the open window. It carried with it a single platinum white feather, which drifted silently into the room, landing softly on the petal-strewn bed. None of them noticed its arrival, too caught up in their own thoughts and the lingering warmth of their shared intimacy.
Wolfgang drifted into a peaceful slumber, his face nestled comfortably against Rin's soft breasts. Rin gently ran her fingers through his hair, a tender gesture that spoke volumes of her affection. On his left side, Shizuru pressed her magnificent breasts against his back, creating a warmth that enveloped him. Despite the comfort, Wolfgang's face contorted into a comically awkward expression, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn't quite voice.
"Does she really do this to men younger than her?" Wolfgang's inner voice whispered, barely audible even to himself. The thought tickled at the edges of his consciousness, a mixture of curiosity and mild disbelief.
Suddenly, a whisper from Shizuru's direction made Wolfgang flinch. Her words, soft yet clear, pierced through his drowsy state, bringing him back to full awareness.
"Hey, Wolfgang. Can you guess the Incubus that I had spent a night with five years ago?"
Wolfgang's eyes widened, his mind quickly piecing together the implications of her words. His voice came out in an awkward, stuttering whisper, "No way... D-D-D-Did you... had a one-night stand with Adonis? MY Adonis?"
The shock in his voice drew Rin's attention. She turned her head, her expression mirroring Wolfgang's disbelief. "Shizuru, you did what?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and curiosity.
Wolfgang's face turned a deep shade of red, resembling a ripe tomato. His mind was reeling, trying to process this new information. "I can't believe it... She turned my protégé into a man! I thought he was celibate for most of his life back then."
Despite the initial embarrassment, a sense of pride began to well up in Wolfgang's chest. He realized that this experience must have helped Adonis understand and utilize his powers as an incubus. It was a rite of passage of sorts, one that Adonis had undergone much earlier than Wolfgang himself, who had only experienced such intimacy later in life after meeting Rin.
Shizuru, noticing the mix of emotions playing across Wolfgang's face, began to recount her encounter with Adonis. Her voice took on a nostalgic tone as she spoke.
"It was five years ago, in Yomihara. Adonis got himself involved in a fight between me and some criminal demons. He was so young, but already incredibly talented at combat. The way he moved... it was like watching a dance. He used a variety of wrestling moves, including some impressive high-flying techniques. His lean, athletic build suited a cruiserweight fighter perfectly."
She paused, a small smile playing on her lips. "And his face... so beautifully androgynous. It gave him this irresistible sex appeal that was hard to ignore."
Wolfgang listened intently, his embarrassment slowly fading as he absorbed the details of Adonis's past exploits. He felt a surge of pride for his protégé, mixed with a touch of amusement at the thought of the young incubus's early adventures.
Shizuru continued, her voice soft and thoughtful. "Compared to other Incubi, he's such a handsome demon. And now, considering that I ended up meeting the young man's mentor five years later... it's quite a rare sight, isn't it? Taimanins like Rin and myself, making love to someone as handsome as you and Adonis."
Wolfgang replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of pride and fondness, "Well, Donnie is a decent guy. Ambrose and I were his only parents when the OG Incubus King died, and he asked us to give the kid a normal life and let him follow his own dreams." He paused, a smile playing on his lips as he remembered Adonis's achievements. "Lo and behold, he made quite a name for himself as a wrestler in Mexico - two world titles, three cruiserweight championships, and a tag team championship. That's enough to make him a high-ranking demon in his own right."
Wolfgang's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he continued, "But you know what really sets him apart from other Succubi and Incubi? Instead of bat wings, he's got these magnificent black angel wings. And man, can he fly! He zips through the air at breakneck speeds. It's no wonder they call him the Prince of the Skies."
Shizuru listened intently, her curiosity piqued. She pressed herself closer against Wolfgang's back, her soft breath tickling his ear as she murmured, "He's certainly an accomplished wrestler. I'm impressed."
Wolfgang chuckled, a hint of mischief in his voice. "Hey, if you want to spend some night with Donnie, that's fine. He still needs to master his power of charming women." He smirked, knowing full well that his apprentice had already become a man by merely having sex with a Taimanin – Shizuru herself, no less.
The conversation lulled into a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts about the young Incubus.
The next morning, as Shizuru went to take a shower, Rin opened the long glass window in the bedroom. The cool morning breeze wafted in, carrying with it the scent of dew and fresh grass. As she looked out, something caught her eye on the outside platform.
"Wolfgang," Rin called, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Come look at this. What's a white feather doing intertwined with a black one?"
Wolfgang approached, his eyes widening slightly in recognition. "Adonis must've flown by around the skies of Maesaki City and Gosha village," he said, gently picking up the intertwined feathers. He twirled them between his fingers, a fond smile spreading across his face.
"As I mentioned before, he has black angel wings instead of bat wings like his fellow Incubi," Wolfgang explained, his voice soft with reminiscence. "It's all thanks to Kamadeva. He used the last of his life force to purify Adonis's powers. Because of that, his wings became avian-like, making him resemble an angel more than a demon."
Rin listened intently, fascinated by the story. Wolfgang continued, his voice filled with warmth, "After adopting the kid, I gave him the surname 'van der Michaelis'. Having a name derived from 'Michael' brings to mind one of the mighty archangels that slew the Devil. It seemed fitting, given his unique nature."
He chuckled, adding, "Funny enough, his fans call him the Michael Schumacher of pro wrestling. He's got that same speed and precision in the ring that Schumacher had on the track."
Wolfgang placed the two feathers on his fedora hat perched on the clothing cabinet, nestling them among the set of clothes belonging to him and Rin. The contrast between the pure white and deep black feathers was striking, a visual representation of Adonis's unique nature.
Rin approached Wolfgang, her eyes soft with affection. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his in a tender kiss. "While the morning is still young," she murmured, her voice low and inviting, "let's take a shower together."
Wolfgang's lips curved into a smile against hers. "I thought you'd never ask," he replied, returning her kiss with equal fervor. His hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer.
The couple made their way to the bathroom, their steps light and eager. As they entered, they saw Shizuru already in the shower, the glass walls surrounding the wide foot tub offering little privacy. She turned to them, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
Undeterred, Wolfgang and Rin resumed their passionate embrace. Rin's fingers worked deftly to undo her robe, letting it fall to the floor in a soft whisper of fabric. Wolfgang's hand found her breast, his touch gentle yet insistent as he massaged the soft flesh.
Suddenly, Wolfgang's hand stilled. His eyes darted to the side, as if looking directly at an unseen audience. A mischievous grin spread across his face. "Okay, you guys have already seen too much," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "Let's just transition to the next scene."
With a dramatic flourish, Wolfgang seemed to physically shove the scenery, causing it to blur and shift. The intimate bathroom setting dissolved, replaced by the bustling backstage area of an AWJ wrestling event in Maesaki City's stadium.
The air was electric with anticipation. Stagehands rushed back and forth, their voices a low hum of activity. In the midst of this controlled chaos sat Adonis van der Michaelis, perched atop a sleek dirt bike. He cut an impressive figure, his lean, muscular frame accentuated by his wrestling attire. A skull balaclava covered his face, adding an air of mystery to his already intriguing presence.
As one of the backstage personnel gave him the go signal, Adonis revved the engine. The powerful rumble echoed through the area, drawing excited glances from nearby staff. With a nod, Adonis kickstarted his bike, ready to make his epic entrance into the world of Action Wrestling Japan.
The opening notes of Kenny Loggins' "Danger Zone" blasted through the stadium's speakers, perfectly complementing Adonis's high-octane entrance. The young wrestler guided his bike onto the ramp, the roar of the engine mixing with the cheers of the crowd.
("Revvin' up your engine")
("Listen to her howlin' roar")
("Metal under tension")
("Beggin' you to touch and go")
Adonis circled the ring, his movements fluid and confident. The announcer's voice boomed over the music, introducing the debuting Dutch wrestler to the eager audience.
("Highway to the danger zone!")
("Ride into the danger zone!")
"This contest is scheduled for one fall," the announcer declared, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Approaching the ring... From the Hague, Netherlands. Weighing in at 207 pounds, Adonis van der Michaelis!"
The crowd's cheers intensified as Adonis continued his lap around the ring. His presence was magnetic, drawing all eyes to his impressive entrance.
("Headin' into twilight")
("Spreadin' out her wings tonight")
("She got you jumpin' off the deck")
("And shovin' into overdrive")
As he reached the exit of the ramp, Adonis smoothly brought his bike to a stop. With practiced ease, he dismounted, removing his helmet and balaclava in one fluid motion. His face, finally revealed, was a study in contrasts - youthful yet determined, with features that straddled the line between masculine and feminine beauty.
Adonis took a moment to stretch, his muscles rippling under his skin. Then, with a burst of energy that seemed to electrify the air, he sprinted towards the ring. In a display of incredible athleticism, he leapt, executing a perfect somersault before landing gracefully on his feet inside the ring.
The moment his feet touched the mat, pyrotechnics exploded around the ring. The dazzling display of light and sound sent the crowd into a frenzy, their cheers reaching a deafening crescendo.
("Highway to the danger zone!")
("I'll take your flight into the danger zone!")
As the music faded and the pyrotechnics dissipated, one of the commentators began to speak, his voice filled with admiration and excitement.
"What an impressive introduction to a fresh new face," he remarked, his words carrying across the stadium. "Adonis van der Michaelis, a prodigy that became a top attraction in a promotion in Mexico. A two-time world champion and three-time cruiserweight champion. Trained by two MMA legends that were once rivals - Rood Kaiser van Wolfgang and 'Superman' TJ Moskowitz."
The commentator paused, allowing the weight of Adonis's accomplishments to sink in. Then, with a note of anticipation in his voice, he added, "One would be left to wonder if the Prince of the Skies is ready to take on everyone in AWJ."
As if in response to the commentator's words, Adonis raised his arms, basking in the adoration of the crowd. His eyes, bright with determination, scanned the arena. It was clear that this was more than just a debut for him - it was a statement of intent. The Prince of the Skies had arrived in AWJ, and he was ready to soar to new heights.
On the other corner of the ring stands a colossal figure, a man whose very presence seems to dominate the arena. Bald as an egg, with a thick mustache framing his mouth and chin, he towers over Adonis like a living mountain. His muscles bulge and ripple beneath his tanned skin, a testament to years of grueling training and countless battles in the ring.
The ring announcer's voice booms through the speakers, introducing this behemoth. "And his opponent, standing at 6'6". From Sao Paulo, Brazil, weighing in at 313 pounds... Gigante!"
The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and boos as Gigante's name echoes through the arena. It's clear from the reaction that this man is no stranger to the AWJ roster. A veteran performer, Gigante has likely been chosen to give the debuting Adonis a baptism by fire in Action Wrestling Japan.
Adonis, for his part, seems unfazed by the spectacle. His eyes dart briefly to the side, as if addressing an unseen presence. In a hushed voice, he mutters, "Before I forget, I ask you to speak my dialogues with the voice of Junya Enoki. Basically, I need to sound like Itadori from Jujutsu Kaisen. Plain and simple." Then, returning his attention to the ring, he adds with a hint of nervousness, "And here I am facing the Brazilian version of Braun Strowman. If this guy has Brock Lesnar's move set, I might be six feet under."
The two wrestlers approach the center of the ring, the contrast in their sizes even more apparent as they stand face to face. The tension crackles between them like electricity, their eyes locked in a fierce staredown.
Gigante breaks the silence first, his voice a deep rumble as he greets Adonis in Brazilian Portuguese, "Bem-vindo ao Japão, puta!" The words may be foreign to many in the audience, but the hostile tone needs no translation.
Adonis, however, doesn't flinch. Instead, a mischievous glint appears in his eyes. With deliberate slowness, he raises both hands, middle fingers extended high in the air, right in Gigante's face. The crowd gasps and then roars at this blatant display of disrespect.
But Adonis isn't done. In a lightning-fast move that catches everyone off guard, he delivers a stinging slap across Gigante's face. The sound echoes through the arena, and for a moment, everything goes silent.
Gigante's face contorts with rage, his eyes bulging as he lunges at Adonis with the force of a charging bull. But Adonis is ready. With a grace that belies his muscular frame, he leaps high into the air, sailing clean over Gigante's head.
As Gigante stumbles forward, thrown off balance by his missed attack, Adonis lands behind him. In one fluid motion, he drops low and sweeps Gigante's legs out from under him. The giant Brazilian crashes to the mat with a thunderous impact that shakes the entire ring.
Seizing his advantage, Adonis scrambles to his feet and leaps into the air once more. This time, he comes down hard, driving his elbow into Gigante's massive chest. The elbow drop is executed with precision, and Gigante's breath explodes from his lungs in a painful wheeze.
Without missing a beat, Adonis hooks Gigante's leg, pulling it up for the pin. The referee slides into position, his hand slapping the mat as he counts. "One! Two!"
But just as it seems Adonis might score an upset victory in record time, Gigante's shoulder lurches off the mat with explosive power. The kickout sends Adonis tumbling backwards, and the match continues, the crowd on their feet, eager to see what this unlikely David will do next against his Goliath.
As the clash between Adonis and Gigante intensified, the contrast in their fighting styles became increasingly apparent. Gigante relied on his brute strength and imposing size, while Adonis showcased his agility and technical prowess. The Brazilian giant's powerful blows shook the ring, but Adonis's quick reflexes allowed him to dodge and counter with precision strikes.
The scene shifted to the skybox, where Wolfgang and his companions watched the match with keen interest. The luxurious viewing area offered a perfect vantage point, allowing them to observe every nuance of the battle unfolding below.
Fuuma, his eyes fixed on the ring, turned to Wolfgang. "Adonis van der Michaelis is your apprentice?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and surprise.
Wolfgang nodded, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Yeah. Unlike me, he loved wrestling with passion and decided to make a star-studded career in Mexico and in the independent circuit," he explained, his words concise but filled with warmth. "He started out as a bad guy, if anything, vain and snobbish. After a tragedy in the aftermath of a Mexican Deathmatch, he became loved by many, all while keeping his crude and narcissistic character."
Wolfgang paused, his gaze softening as he continued, "Outside the ring, he's very much a reflection of my prime, and a kindhearted person. Donnie has a less complicated past, and is the son of the previous Incubus King and was born from one of his mistresses. When the king fell ill and passed away, his parting words to me and Ambrose was to ensure Adonis lives a normal and peaceful life, even if it meant pursuing his own dreams rather than shouldering the burden of a royal demon. This is because of the power struggles caused between his other children."
Fuuma listened intently, his expression thoughtful. "I see... So you and Ambrose became his foster parents and raised him," he concluded, his voice tinged with understanding.
Wolfgang's eyes misted slightly as he replied, "Adonis is truly the son I never had. It feels like I've already tasted the joys and hardships of fatherhood. He too faced his own adversities and loss, but he keeps coming back stronger than ever."
Their conversation was interrupted by a collective gasp from the crowd. Down in the ring, Gigante had managed to pin Adonis against the turnbuckle, his massive frame dwarfing the younger wrestler.
"Mamma mia! Gigante has Adonis pinned on the turnbuckle!" Ambrose exclaimed, his Italian accent thickening with concern.
TJ leaned forward in his seat, his muscular arms tensed as if ready to jump into the ring himself. "C'mon, little uce! Pull yourself together!" he shouted, his voice carrying the encouragement of a seasoned veteran.
Wolfgang remained silent, his eyes fixed on Adonis. His mind drifted back to his own days as a cage fighter, recalling the brutal matches and the constant dance with danger. He remembered his reunion with Adonis five years ago, following the tragic aftermath of the Mexican Deathmatch. The memory of Adonis's haunted eyes and trembling hands was still vivid in his mind.
"Donnie... you can do this. Fight like your life depends on it!" Wolfgang whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. He knew all too well the risks involved in combat sports, whether real or scripted. One wrong move could end a career or worse, a life. Wolfgang had seen it happen, had experienced close calls himself. But for Adonis, the Mexican Deathmatch had been a turning point, a trauma that had taken years to overcome.
As Gigante prepared to deliver what looked like a devastating blow, Adonis suddenly sprang into action. With a burst of energy that seemed to come from nowhere, he ducked under Gigante's massive arm and slipped behind him. Before the giant could react, Adonis had climbed up his back and locked his arms around Gigante's neck in a sleeper hold.
The crowd erupted in cheers as Adonis clung to Gigante, the larger man stumbling around the ring, trying to shake off his smaller opponent. It was a David versus Goliath moment, and the entire arena held its breath to see if Adonis could pull off the impossible.
In the skybox, Wolfgang leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and concern. "That's it, Donnie," he murmured. "Use your opponent's strength against them. Just like I taught you."
As Gigante's movements began to slow, it became clear that Adonis's strategy was working. The prince of the skies had found a way to ground the giant, proving once again that in wrestling, as in life, it's not always about size, but about heart and skill.
Gigante, with a sudden burst of strength, breaks free from Adonis's hold. The Brazilian giant's face is flushed with anger and exertion as he grabs Adonis by the arm. With a powerful swing, he Irish Whips the smaller wrestler towards the ropes.
Adonis, his body moving like a projectile, hits the ropes hard. The elastic cords stretch and catapult him back towards Gigante. The crowd holds its breath, anticipating the collision.
Gigante, ready for Adonis's return, plants his feet firmly on the mat. As Adonis comes flying back, Gigante uses his entire massive frame as a human wall. The impact is thunderous, and Adonis crumples to the mat, the wind knocked out of him.
The Brazilian behemoth, sensing an opportunity, doesn't waste a moment. He turns and runs towards the ropes, his heavy footsteps shaking the ring. The audience can see his intention clearly - he's setting up for a big splash, a move that could potentially end the match.
But Adonis isn't done yet. As Gigante reaches the ropes and bounces back, Adonis's eyes snap open. With a display of incredible core strength and agility, he executes a perfect kip-up. In one fluid motion, he's back on his feet, his body coiled like a spring.
Gigante, his momentum carrying him forward, realizes too late that his opponent is no longer prone on the mat. Before he can react, Adonis launches into the air, his body twisting in a breathtaking 540-degree spin.
Time seems to slow down as Adonis rotates through the air, his leg extended. The crowd watches in awe as his foot connects solidly with Gigante's face, the impact resonating throughout the arena.
"That 540 kick found its mark!" one of the commentators exclaims, his voice filled with excitement. "And hear the crowd roar!"
The audience, stunned by the sudden turn of events, erupts into a deafening chant. "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" The words echo through the arena, a testament to the spectacular move they've just witnessed.
Gigante staggers backward, clearly dazed by the powerful kick. His massive frame sways like a tree in a storm, struggling to maintain balance. Adonis, meanwhile, lands gracefully on his feet, a look of fierce determination in his eyes.
The momentum of the match has shifted dramatically. Adonis, despite his smaller size, has proven that he's more than capable of holding his own against the giant. The crowd, initially skeptical of the newcomer, is now firmly behind him, their cheers growing louder with each passing second.
A brief pant escaped Adonis's mouth as he stood in the center of the ring, his chest heaving with exertion. Gigante had given him the fight of his life, pushing him to his absolute limits. For the first time in his career, Adonis found himself truly feeling like a small man in a big man's world. The realization hit him hard - there were more opponents like Gigante waiting for him in future wrestling events, each one a mountain to be conquered.
Despite the fatigue that threatened to overwhelm him, Adonis felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. His mind raced back to the countless hours of training with Wolfgang, TJ, and Ambrose. Their voices echoed in his head, each piece of advice a lifeline in this moment of truth. Adonis's heart swelled with gratitude and love for Wolfgang, his master and father figure. He knew that without them, without their guidance and support, he might never have achieved this level of success.
With renewed resolve burning in his eyes, Adonis sprung into action. He launched himself at Gigante, his knee connecting with the giant's chin in a devastating flying knee strike. The impact sent shockwaves through the arena, and Gigante stumbled backward, momentarily dazed.
Seizing the opportunity, Adonis unleashed a flurry of grapple moves, each one executed with fluid precision against his heavyweight opponent. The crowd watched in awe as the smaller wrestler maneuvered around Gigante's massive frame, using the Brazilian's own momentum against him.
Suddenly, Adonis positioned himself behind Gigante, wrapping his arms around the giant's waist. With a burst of strength that belied his size, he lifted Gigante off his feet and slammed him back-first onto the mat.
The commentator's voice rang out, filled with excitement, "That's Code Black! van der Michaelis hits the Code Black, the very move used by MMA Legend Rood Kaiser van Wolfgang to clinch his first world championship! It seems the spirit of the legend lives through the Prince of the Skies. Wait, he's following up with another one, that's Riptide!"
Without missing a beat, Adonis hoisted Gigante up again, this time locking the giant's right arm against his left, and securing his right leg with his own right arm. In one smooth motion, he sent Gigante crashing down onto the mat once more, the impact resonating throughout the arena.
The crowd erupted in cheers, but Adonis wasn't done yet. He pulled Gigante back to his feet, the Brazilian swaying unsteadily. With a display of raw power, Adonis wrapped his right arm around Gigante's massive torso, lifting him up for his signature Uranage, aptly named 'Danger Zone'.
"Adonis sends Gigante into the Danger Zone!" the other commentator exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch. "How is this guy able to grapple with this juggernaut?!"
As Gigante lay sprawled on the mat, Adonis turned his gaze to the turnbuckle. The crowd held its collective breath as he began to climb, each step bringing him closer to the top rope. The commentator's voice cut through the tension, "The Prince of the Skies is making a statement, climbing to the top of the turnbuckle, ready for takeoff..."
Perched atop the turnbuckle, Adonis paused for a moment, his eyes locked on Gigante's prone form. Then, in a breathtaking display of aerial prowess, he launched himself into the air. His body twisted and turned, completing a full 450-degree rotation before he came crashing down onto Gigante's semi-conscious body.
The impact shook the ring, and the announcer's voice boomed through the arena, "...TOOOP! GUUUUUNNNNN! MAAAAAVERIIIIIIIIICK!"
Adonis quickly hooked Gigante's leg, and the referee dropped to the mat. The crowd counted along, their voices rising to a fever pitch.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Adonis rolled off Gigante, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The referee raised his hand in victory as the ring announcer's voice echoed through the arena, "Here is your winner, Adonis van der Michaelis!"
"From the world of Lucha Libre in Mexico to the Japanese pro wrestling circuit, Adonis van der Michaelis has made a masterclass debut!" one of the commentators exclaimed, his voice filled with admiration for the Dutchman's win. "A career-defining debut, no less. It was said that he had the world at the palm of his hands ever since making waves in Mexico and on the indies. This is a reminder that no one will forget the name Adonis van der Michaelis."
As the crowd's cheers filled the arena, Adonis, still catching his breath from the intense match, gestured to the ring announcer. The announcer, sensing what was coming, quickly made his way over and handed Adonis the microphone. The young wrestler's eyes gleamed with a mix of exhaustion and triumph as he prepared to address the crowd and the locker room.
Adonis ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair, his chest still heaving from exertion. He looked around the arena, taking in the sea of faces, all focused intently on him. With a deep breath, he began his promo, his voice carrying a confident edge that belied his youthful appearance.
"Too damn right," he started, a smirk playing on his lips. "Never forget the name Adonis van der Michaelis. Because, folks, this David vs. Goliath fight is just the tip of the iceberg!"
He paused, letting his words sink in. The crowd hung on his every word, the arena buzzing with anticipation.
"I'm not here to make friends," Adonis continued, his tone growing more intense. "I'm here to fight. I'm here to make money. I'm here starting the next chapter of my life in Japan. And make no mistake, I'm here to chase some gold."
His eyes flashed with determination as he spoke, his free hand clenching into a fist. "I've slain giants in Mexico and survived life-threatening battles. The rest is history. Starting today, the van der Michaelis era has begun!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, but Adonis wasn't finished. He raised the microphone higher, his voice rising to match the crowd's energy. "The Prince of the Skies rules this ring! I ain't nobody's bitch, and all of you marks will bow down before my greatness, and be thanking the Big Guy upstairs for making me who I am!"
The audience was electric, chanting Adonis's name with fervor. Despite his status as a babyface, the way he delivered his promo was eerily reminiscent of a charismatic heel, walking the fine line between confidence and arrogance.
As the chants began to die down, Adonis's tone shifted. His voice dropped, taking on an almost eerie quality that sent shivers down the spines of those listening. "The only man in the sky... is me!"
With those final words, he dropped the mic, letting it hit the mat with a resounding thud. The chorus of 'Danger Zone' immediately blasted through the speakers, perfectly timed to Adonis's dramatic exit.
The young wrestler strode confidently across the ring, his movements still fluid despite the grueling match he'd just endured. He slipped between the ropes and made his way down the ramp, where his sleek motorcycle waited.
Adonis swung his leg over the bike, settling into the seat with practiced ease. He reached for his helmet, securing it on his head before revving the engine. The crowd watched in awe as he drove off, disappearing into the backstage area in a cloud of smoke and the roar of his motorcycle.
Back at the announcer's table, the commentators were still processing the electrifying promo they'd just witnessed.
"Talk about making a statement," one of them said, shaking his head in disbelief. "It feels like we've been brought back to that famous Austin 3:16 speech. The confidence, the charisma... it's all there."
His colleague nodded in agreement. "We don't know what the future in AWJ holds for Adonis van der Michaelis. But one thing's for sure - it speaks volumes that he's been ready to take on the world. This young man isn't just here to participate; he's here to dominate."
As the arena buzzed with excitement and speculation about the newcomer's future, one thing was certain: Adonis van der Michaelis had arrived, and the wrestling world would never be the same.
Back in the skybox, Wolfgang and company applauded enthusiastically. His protégé, Adonis, had just delivered a promo that commanded attention from the crowd with finesse. Ever since Adonis had expressed his desire to pursue wrestling, he had excelled at being spontaneous with his speech, his words so impassioned that they demanded attention from everyone within earshot.
"Come on, let's go and meet Donnie," Wolfgang said, his voice tinged with pride as he led the boys out of the skybox.
Ambrose and TJ, eager to congratulate the young wrestler, left the area first. Just as Wolfgang was about to follow, Fuuma called out to him, his voice filled with gratitude.
"Mr. Wolfgang... Thanks for bringing us here. I never thought you'd take us to a wrestling show after extra class," Kotaro said, his eyes shining with excitement.
Wolfgang turned to face the young ninja, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, I was supposed to ask Rin and Shizuru. But, you know how busy they are as teachers and Taimanins. So, I'm the only one available to tutor you in their place. And I thought it would be a good opportunity to bond with students like you."
As Wolfgang walked out of the skybox, Kotaro and Shikanosuke followed him, their footsteps echoing in the corridor. The two boys exchanged whispers behind Wolfgang's back, their voices low but filled with curiosity.
"Does this Adonis guy remind you of someone we know? He almost looks like Tatsurou-senpai," Shikanosuke said, his brow furrowed as he noticed that Adonis bore a striking resemblance to their schoolmate and Rinko's younger brother, Tatsurou Akiyama.
Kotaro nodded, his eyes narrowing as he considered the observation. "Now that you mention it, yeah. But it's only the hairstyle. However, he looks a bit androgynous, like a woman with a lean masculine build," he added, his voice thoughtful as he analyzed Adonis's appearance.
As they made their way through the bustling arena, the group suddenly ran into Rin and Shizuru in the lobby. The unexpected encounter caught Wolfgang off guard, his eyes widening in surprise.
"I-I-I... I thought you guys were on a mission or something?" Wolfgang exclaimed, his voice a mix of confusion and shock.
Shizuru's lips curved into a sly smile as she replied, "I also bought tickets two days earlier. Well, I just wanted to find someone who could watch the show with me. So, I decided to bring Rin along. I never thought you'd bring Kotaro-kun here too. Seems you like to expose others to manly stuff."
Rin's eyes narrowed slightly as she added, "And you even dragged my little cousin into this."
Wolfgang's face flushed with indignation as he argued back, "Jesus, Rin. Do you really think I'd be doing something bad to him?! He insisted on tagging along."
Both Fuuma and Shikanosuke's eyes widened in disbelief as they watched Wolfgang and Rin argue like an old, married couple. Despite the fact that the younger Uehara already knew of his older cousin's relationship with the Dutch demon, the sheer awkwardness of the situation spoke volumes.
However, the tension in the air dissipated almost immediately as Ambrose and TJ approached, bringing Adonis with them. The young wrestler's presence commanded attention – his messy black hair with red-orange highlights around his bangs caught the light, and his lean figure was accentuated by a black leather vest, black jeans, and sneakers, which also served as his default wrestling attire.
As Adonis's gaze met Wolfgang's, a moment of silent recognition passed between them. Wolfgang's stern expression softened, his eyes filling with a mix of pride and relief.
"Master...?" Adonis's voice was soft, almost hesitant.
"Donnie... Is that you, Donnie?" Wolfgang's usually gruff voice held a note of tenderness.
Without warning, Adonis ran towards his mentor and embraced him tightly. Rin and Shizuru stepped aside, watching the reunion with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
"Donnie, I..." Wolfgang began, his voice thick with emotion.
Adonis cut him off gently, "Don't say anything, master. What happened in the past is the past. I'm just glad you're in a better state of mind now. Uncle Ambrose told me what you've been doing lately."
Wolfgang nodded, his hand resting on Adonis's shoulder. "Yeah. I finally faced my own past. Everyone has to. And I can finally press on to what lies ahead next."
As the two separated, Adonis's gaze wandered to Shizuru. His eyes widened slightly in recognition, a memory from five years ago surfacing in his mind.
Shizuru's lips curved into a gentle smile as she spoke, "You've grown quite a bit since the last time we met."
The simple fact that Shizuru recognized Adonis had Ambrose, TJ, Shikanosuke, and Kotaro shaking their heads in disbelief. Their jaws dropped almost comically as they tried to process this new information.
"S-S-S-Say what, uce?! Did you two meet elsewhere?" TJ barely managed to stutter out, his usual confidence replaced by utter confusion.
Fuuma's voice was equally bewildered as he asked, "How did Shizuru-sensei meet with this guy...?"
Unable to contain their shock any longer, the four of them shouted in unison, "-EHHHH?!"
Footnotes & Trivia:
- Author's Note:
1) Adonis is based on Sammy Guevara. His delivery of promos are likely inspired from LA Knight and MJF. And keeping the fact that Wolfgang is based on Cody Rhodes, he is also based on Cody's brother Dustin Rhodes (formerly known as Goldust in WWE). Currently, Dustin and Sammy are a tag team duo known as the Sons of Texas as both of them are associated with Booker T - Dustin as Goldust used to team up with Booker T back in the 2000's, whereas Sammy Guevara trained in Booker's wrestling school.
2) Also, as Wolfgang is meant to be a pastiche of fighting game characters. His master and pupil relationship parallels that of Terry Bogard and Rock Howard from the Fatal Fury and King of Fighters series.
3) Having Adonis sport black angel wings as opposed to bat wings like other Succubi and Incubi is somewhat symbolic to his full name. 'Michaelis' is derived from the name Michael. Michael is one of the most powerful angels and serves as the commander of the heavenly armies, and is the one who defeated Satan according to the Bible. Adonis is meant to be a 'dark angel' on the side of good, and has the potential to become an ascended demon like Wolfgang.
4) Having an Incubus named Adonis feels more appropriate, as Adonis in Greek mythology was known as the human lover of goddesses Aphrodite and Persephone. It's revealed that Adonis himself had a one-night stand with Shizuru five years prior. Of note, Shizuru is a Wood Art user (given that she recently had a rework in Action Taimanin; her renewal UR weapon is called Goddess of Love, referencing Aphrodite), she acts as BOTH Aphrodite and Persephone.