Prologue: Blood, Gold, and Vengence
When LuLu Biggs landed in Japan with Ultimate Wrestling, he knew he was stepping into hostile territory. The Yakuza-backed All Asia Pro Wrestling had long dominated the Japanese wrestling scene, and the arrival of an American promotion, especially one as loud and unapologetic as Ultimate Wrestling, was seen as an invasion. LuLu had spent time in Japan before, but this time, it was different, and it quickly became apparent how much more dangerous this run in Japan would be.
The larger-than-life gangster-turned-sumo-turned-pro wrestler was no stranger to conflict. From his rough upbringing in the streets of Brooklyn to building a criminal empire and transitioning into the squared circle, LuLu thrived in chaos. But Japan had proven to be a different beast entirely this time around. The Yamamoto Yakuza Clan, led by the shadowy Etsuji Yamamoto and his business partner Haruki Tanaka half, owner of All Asia Pro Wrestling, saw Ultimate Wrestling as a threat to their stranglehold on Japan's wrestling world—and, by extension, their criminal operations. The feud boiled over when LuLu was caught in the middle of Rupert Mudcock’s and Haruki Tanaka’s war, becoming one of their first targets.
The attack had been calculated and brutal. While strategizing for his role in the Ultimate Wrestling Tag Team Tournament, LuLu had been ambushed at his nightclub, The Bigg House, by Yakuza enforcers Takeshi Nakamura and Kenzo Takahashi. The gunmen left him bloodied and broken, their message clear: this was Yakuza territory, and outsiders weren’t welcome. The bullets they left lodged in his massive arm were meant to sideline him, to send a warning to Ultimate Wrestling.
But LuLu Biggs wasn’t the kind of man to scare easily.
The surgery to remove the bullets had left his arm in a sling, and the pain had been a constant reminder of the betrayal. Yet, even as his body healed, LuLu’s mind was already plotting revenge. The assault hadn’t just been an attack on his body—it was an attack on his pride, his reputation, and his very identity. For LuLu, respect was currency, and Nakamura and Takahashi had declared him bankrupt.
Despite his injuries, LuLu had remained at the center of Ultimate Wrestling’s operations in Japan. From managing the Terracotta Titans—his trusted proteges in the tag team division—to plotting how to dismantle the Yakuza’s influence, he’d refused to fade into the background.
The stakes were higher than ever. AAPW’s bold assault on Friday Night Clash had escalated the feud to new heights, with Etsuji Yamamoto and Haruki Tanaka dragging Ultimate Wrestling owner Rupert Mudcock into the ring to issue a public challenge: a 60-man Ronin Rumble, pitting thirty wrestlers from each promotion against one another for supremacy. The audacity of the attack had infuriated LuLu, but it had also presented an opportunity.
The Ronin Rumble wasn’t just about Ultimate Wrestling versus AAPW—it was a stage for war.
Tokyo Japan
The Night Before The Ronin Rumble
The dim glow of neon lights bathed the speakeasy in a sinister allure, casting shadows that danced against the cracked walls and hazy air. This was no ordinary bar—it was a forbidden haven for Tokyo’s boldest risk-takers, those who dared to defy the city’s strict Blovid-13 lockdowns. The bass of underground beats vibrated through the air, blending with the murmurs of hushed conversations and the clinking of expensive glassware.
Takeshi Nakamura sat at the far end of the bar, his sharp suit a little messy after a long night tailing Duc Nguyen through Tokyo’s back alleys. His tie hung loose, and his scotch was three-quarters gone. The adrenaline of his secret mission had begun to fade, replaced by the warm buzz of expensive liquor and the sense of triumph at evading detection.
Unbeknownst to Nakamura, he wasn’t the only one on a hunt tonight.
From the shadows, LuLu Biggs loomed like a predator in a tailored black trench coat, his sling-bound arm tucked close to his chest. Even injured, his presence was massive, his hulking frame exuding raw menace. Flanking him, the Terracotta Titans—Sun Hao and Zhou Kai—moved like silent bodyguards, their eyes fixed on Nakamura as they melted into the room's edges.
LuLu Biggs: (voice low, smooth as silk) Look at this fool, sittin’ there like he own the joint. Bet he think he slick. Got no idea he been played all night.
Sun Hao leaned in, his voice sharp with controlled intensity.
Sun Hao: (whispering) He’s ripe for it, boss. Are you sure about the setup?
LuLu Biggs: (grinning, flashing gold teeth) Damn right, I’m sure. Yuki gon’ have this punk droolin’ like a baby. Then we handle business.
And then, like a queen on the chessboard, she moved into position. Yuki, LuLu’s ace in the hole, sashayed her way to the bar with a confidence that could shatter resolve. She was a vision of intoxicating beauty, the kind of woman who could make a man forget his name. Her long, jet-black hair spilled over her bare shoulders, framing a face sculpted with delicate cheekbones and full lips glossed to perfection.
She wore a crimson silk mini-dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, accentuating every line of her hourglass figure. The plunging neckline highlighted her full, perfectly rounded breasts, barely contained within the fabric’s confines. Her legs stretched for days, toned and smooth, ending in a pair of high heels that clicked against the floor with calculated precision. Her jasmine perfume wafted through the air, intoxicating and alluring, toned, and smooth.
Yuki slid onto the barstool beside Nakamura, crossing her legs with deliberate grace. She leaned forward just enough for her cleavage to catch his eye, her lips curving into a sly smile as she tilted her head.
Yuki: (soft, teasing) Looks like you’ve had a long night, handsome. Mind if I keep you company?
Takeshi Nakamura turned his head, his eyes lingering where she wanted them. He smiled, the kind of cocky smirk that came from a man who thought he was in control.
Takeshi Nakamura: (chuckling) Only if you buy the next round.
Yuki giggled, the sound light and playful, as she signaled the bartender. She leaned closer, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper.
Yuki: (purring) You seem like a man who enjoys danger. What brings you to a place like this?
Takeshi shrugged, his confidence growing under her attention. He sipped his drink, his gaze flicking between her lips and neckline.
Takeshi Nakamura: (grinning) Let’s just say I had business to handle. But I think my night just got a lot more interesting.
Yuki’s fingers trailed along the edge of his glass, her touch deliberate, tantalizing. She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear.
Yuki: (whispering) Oh, sweetheart… you have no idea.
Across the room, LuLu watched with satisfaction as Nakamura fell deeper into the trap. He nodded to the Titans, his voice low and brimming with smug confidence.
LuLu Biggs: (grinning) See? Man’s already hook, line, an’ sinker. She got him twisted up like a pretzel. Now we just wait for the kill shot.
Zhou Kai smirked, his arms folded as he kept a watchful eye on the bar.
Zhou Kai: (quietly) He’s too busy staring to notice the walls closin’ in.
Yuki’s laughter rang out again, and soon, she pulled Takeshi off his barstool, her hand trailing down his arm as she whispered something in his ear. His face lit up with anticipation as she led him toward the back of the speakeasy, past the private booths and neon-lit corridors.
Yuki: (playfully) Come on, big guy. I’ve got something to show you.
Nakamura followed like a moth to a flame, his drink forgotten on the counter.
LuLu tipped his chin toward the Titans, his grin widening as he removed his sling.
LuLu Biggs: (gruffly) Y’all know the drill. We lock it down. Ain’t nobody interruptin’ this party.
The Titans nodded, moving swiftly to block the restroom hallway, their broad frames and sharp glares sending a clear message to anyone foolish enough to approach.
LuLu cracked his neck, his gold chains rattling as he started toward the restroom, his heavy footsteps echoing through the corridor.
LuLu Biggs: (muttering to himself) Took my arm, huh? Let’s see how this arm tastes when it’s knockin’ yo head clean off.
With a fist bump to Sun Hao, LuLu pushed open the restroom door. A sinister grin spread across his face as he stepped inside, the door swinging shut behind him with an ominous finality.
The door swung shut behind LuLu Biggs with a soft creak, its finality filling the dimly lit bathroom with an oppressive weight. The fluorescent light above flickered intermittently, casting jagged shadows across the cracked tiles and grimy fixtures. The stale air reeked of old disinfectant, cheap cologne, and bad decisions—a fitting setting for what was about to unfold.
LuLu’s massive silhouette dominated the space, his tailored black trench coat swaying slightly as he adjusted the gold chains around his neck. His right arm, still bandaged from the bullet wounds that Nakamura himself had inflicted, hung loose at his side like a reminder of the blood debt owed. Despite his injuries, LuLu moved with a predatory grace, his steps deliberate and unhurried. The soft clink of his chains and the heavy thud of his boots echoed in the room, a sound that made Takeshi Nakamura freeze mid-motion.
The scene before LuLu was almost too perfect. Nakamura stood in the cramped stall, his pants halfway down, one hand fumbling with his belt while the other rested awkwardly against the wall. His face twisted into a mix of shock and dread as he realized who had just walked in. Behind him, Yuki leaned against the stained stall wall, a smirk curling her crimson lips. Her sultry confidence was undiminished, her long legs crossed casually as though this were just another part of the act.
LuLu Biggs: (chuckling low, his voice like velvet over gravel) Looky here. Ol' Takeshi Nakamura, caught wit’ his ass out like he auditionin’ for amateur hour. Boy, you somethin’ else, ain’t ya? Thought you could slink around, shoot me up, and walk away like it’s sweet. But nah—tonight, Biggs came to collect.
Nakamura’s mouth opened to respond, but no words came out. His eyes darted to Yuki, then back to LuLu, his mind racing for an escape that didn’t exist. Yuki’s laugh rang out, melodic and biting, as she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, her dress sliding further up her thighs.
Yuki: (mocking) What’s wrong, Takeshi-chan? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe you’re just realizing how bad you messed up?
LuLu stepped forward, each movement deliberate, his presence filling the small space like a stormcloud ready to burst. He tilted his head, the gold tooth in his grin catching the flickering light.
LuLu Biggs: (grinning) Musta thought you was real slick, huh? Chasin’ my boy Duc through Tokyo, actin’ like you the big man. But see, while you was busy playin’ detective, I was watchin’ you. And now? Now you mine.
Nakamura finally found his voice, though it came out strained and thin.
Takeshi Nakamura: (stammering) L-LuLu… I didn’t—I wasn’t—
Before he could finish, LuLu raised a hand, silencing him with a casual wave.
LuLu Biggs: (interrupting) Shut it. Don’t nobody wanna hear that weak-ass mess. You had yo chance to walk away. Instead, you shot me. Put two in my arm like I was some punk. So now, we gon’ have ourselves a lil’ chat about consequences.
Yuki slid past Nakamura, her heels clicking against the tiles as she exited the stall. She winked at LuLu, her hips swaying with exaggerated confidence.
Yuki: (playfully) He’s all yours, Biggs. Break him in half for me, won’t you?
LuLu chuckled, watching as Yuki perched herself on the edge of the sink, her dress riding high and her smile wicked. She crossed her legs and leaned back, clearly planning to enjoy the show.
Turning his attention back to Nakamura, LuLu grabbed the smaller man by the back of his belt and collar, yanking him out of the stall with a single powerful motion. Nakamura stumbled, his pants still tangled around his ankles, leaving him flailing awkwardly.
LuLu Biggs: (laughing) Damn, boy, you pathetic. Got yo pants down in a piss-soaked stall like you don’t know how to treat a lady. Where’s yo class? Yo dignity? Hell, I ain’t even mad no more—I’m embarrassed for you.
Nakamura struggled to pull up his pants, his face red with humiliation, but LuLu wasn’t about to let him regain even a shred of control. He shoved Nakamura toward the sink, slamming the smaller man against the counter with enough force to rattle the cracked mirror above.
LuLu Biggs: (leaning in close, his voice low and menacing) Listen here, you snake. You think you can step to Biggs and walk away? Nah, homie. This here? This just the beginnin’.
Nakamura’s hands trembled as he tried to push himself upright, but LuLu’s massive hand pressed him down, his grip like a vise.
Takeshi Nakamura: (pleading) P-please, LuLu, it wasn’t personal! I was just following orders—
LuLu Biggs: (mocking, his voice dripping with disdain) "Wasn’t personal’? Boy, you shot me. In my arm. Twice. That’s about as personal as it gets. Don’t try to pin this on nobody else. You pulled the trigger, so now you gon’ pay the price.
The tension in the room was electric, every word and movement crackling with the promise of violence. Yuki’s laughter echoed softly as she leaned forward, her lips curving into a malicious grin.
Yuki: (taunting) Careful, Takeshi-chan. Biggs doesn’t like liars… or cowards.
LuLu straightened, his imposing frame towering over Nakamura like a judge ready to pass sentence. He cracked his neck, the sound sharp and deliberate, before grabbing Nakamura by the collar again.
LuLu Biggs: (grinning wickedly) Time to teach you what happens when you mess wit’ the wrong crew.
The air in the bathroom grew heavier as LuLu Biggs dragged Takeshi Nakamura closer to the cracked mirror. The faint hum of bass from the speakeasy beyond the door only made the silence inside more deafening. Nakamura’s reflection in the grimy glass was a picture of desperation—his hair disheveled, face pale, and fear etched into every inch of his features. LuLu, on the other hand, stood behind him like a force of nature, towering and unyielding.
LuLu Biggs: (grinning coldly) You lookin’ at that reflection, huh? Lookin’ at a dead man who don’t even know it yet. See, Takeshi, this right here? This yo judgement day.
LuLu shoved Nakamura’s head forward, pressing his face against the mirror with enough force to make the glass groan. The cool surface chilled Nakamura’s sweat-soaked skin as his hands flailed helplessly against LuLu’s grip.
LuLu Biggs: (laughing, deep and gravelly) Man, I told ya before—class. Respect. You out here actin’ like a gutter rat. Don’t even got the decency to take a fine woman like Yuki to a proper place. Nah, you drag her into a stall like she ain’t worth nothin’. That’s yo problem, Nakamura. You ain’t worth nothin’ neither.
Nakamura squirmed, his voice cracking as he tried to plead his case.
Takeshi Nakamura: (gasping) Please, LuLu! I didn’t mean it like that! I swear, I—
Before Nakamura could finish, LuLu released his grip just enough to yank him back by the collar and deliver a bone-rattling punch to the gut with his good hand. The impact reverberated through the room, doubling Nakamura over as he gasped for air.
LuLu Biggs: (mocking) Ain’t nobody tryna hear them excuses. You shot me, bruh. Twice. Left me laid up, thinkin’ you could sideline Biggs like I’m some scrub. But guess what? I’m still standin’—and you ’bout to be layin’ flat.
As Nakamura struggled to straighten, LuLu grabbed him again, this time by the back of his neck, and slammed his face into the mirror. The glass cracked under the force, splintering into jagged veins that mirrored the fear in Nakamura’s eyes. A trickle of blood ran down his forehead, staining the shards like crimson rivers.
Behind them, Yuki cackled, her laughter sharp and cutting. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the spectacle with wicked delight.
Yuki: (mocking) Look at you, Takeshi-chan. Big man with a gun, huh? Now you ain’t even got the balls to fight back.
LuLu chuckled, the sound low and menacing, as he tightened his grip on Nakamura’s collar.
LuLu Biggs: (to Yuki) Nah, girl, he got balls. Problem is, he don’t know how to use ’em right. Don’t worry—I’m ’bout to fix that.
With a quick motion, LuLu released Nakamura, letting him slump to the grimy floor. Nakamura tried to scramble away, his hands reaching for something—anything—that could save him. His fingers brushed against the cold metal of his pistol, half-hidden under the stall door. Hope flashed in his eyes as he lunged for it, but Yuki was faster.
With a sharp kick of her stiletto heel, Yuki sent the gun skittering across the floor, well out of Nakamura’s reach.
Yuki: (smirking) Oops. Looks like you’re outta luck, Takeshi-chan.
LuLu’s grin faded, replaced by a dark scowl as he stepped forward. His boot came down hard on Nakamura’s hand, pinning it to the tile with a sickening crunch. Nakamura screamed, his voice echoing off the bathroom walls.
LuLu Biggs: (growling) Oh, you thought you could pull that on me again? Nah, homie. You don’t get no second chances with Biggs.
LuLu’s weight shifted, the full 600 pounds of his massive frame pressing down on Nakamura’s hand. The smaller man writhed in agony, his cries cutting through the thick tension like a blade.
Takeshi Nakamura: (screaming) Stop! Please, stop!
LuLu leaned down, his gold chains clinking as he grabbed Nakamura by the hair and yanked his head back.
LuLu Biggs: (hissing through his teeth) You wanted to end me? Put me out the game? Guess what, punk—you failed. Now you ’bout to learn what it feels like to lose somethin’ that matters.
With a swift motion, LuLu stepped off Nakamura’s hand and turned his attention lower. His boot hovered over Nakamura’s groin, the threat as clear as the malice in LuLu’s eyes.
LuLu Biggs: (mocking, slow and deliberate) See, I could just break yo arm, but that ain’t poetic enough. Nah, I think it’s time to show you what happens when you mess wit’ the wrong man.
Before Nakamura could react, LuLu’s boot came down—not with the full force of his weight, but enough to send a message. Nakamura’s scream was primal, his body convulsing as he curled into a fetal position.
Yuki clapped her hands, laughing as she sauntered closer.
Yuki: (smirking) What’s wrong, Takeshi-chan? You don’t look so tough now.
LuLu knelt down, grabbing Nakamura by the jaw and forcing him to look up.
LuLu Biggs: (deadly calm) Next time you think ’bout crossin’ me, remember this moment. Remember how Biggs took yo pride and crushed it under his boot. You wanna play gangster, boy? You better learn the rules.
Nakamura whimpered, his eyes glassy with pain and humiliation. LuLu stood, wiping his hands on a handkerchief as if brushing off dirt.
LuLu Biggs: (to Yuki) Let’s bounce. This rat done learned his lesson—for now.
Yuki winked, tossing a final insult at Nakamura before turning to follow LuLu out the door.
As the bathroom door creaked open, the last sound Nakamura heard was LuLu’s deep laughter echoing down the hall, a chilling reminder of the man he should never have crossed.