[The morning after P:V Uprising #57…]

[Masafumi Satake was seated on the side of the bed in a Las Vegas hotel room when the scene opened. Although his body ached from last night’s war he stared diligently into the camera with a valiant posture.]

SATAKE: I wish I could sit here and congratulate Puck on an incredible battle, but that’s the last thing I’m going to do. This 43 year old child had to ruin a beautiful moment and attack me after the match, showing his true colors… a petulant coward.

[The Japanese-American pro-wrestling veteran paused, and took a deep breath.]

SATAKE: Puck, you’ve awoken a beast. I’m sick of this war of words. I’m sick of hearing your rationalizations. Truthfully, I’m sick of hearing your voice. I can not wait to meet you in the ring once again. The fans certainly deserve it. My promise to them is simple; you will either be knocked out, or choked out. They will not be disappointed.

[He rubbed his shoulder, winced, and continued to speak.]

SATAKE: There is nothing more to say.

[Static.]

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[The next day…]

[One hundred different thoughts were running through Masafumi’s head as he ripped another bicep curl. Sweat glistened off his massive frame as he continued his work out in a local Las Vegas gym.]

[His total focus was interrupted when he received an email notification from the “Project: Violence HQ” alerting him of his next opponent: Chopper Anderson. There was obvious frustration on Satake’s face.]

“Who the fuck is Chopper Anderson,” he said under his breath.

[Satake only wanted one man in the squared circle and that was Puck. He took a deep breath. Patience would be key.]

[Good things come to those who wait.]