(A/N: R.I.P. Jerry Jarrett.)

~With Kai~

Although a rematch with Matt was made, there came the condition that I try my luck with EVOLVE Wrestling, that NXT had made an alliance with, where many NXT and WWN wrestlers face off, in case they wanna try their luck.

I agreed and we're going to face off in EVOLVE, which I'm looking forward to, but I'm pretty sure Matt has an advantage since he made his mark in wrestling by joining WWN and being the company's champion a couple times.

Also, it's my debut, so I want to show the fans what I can do.

When Masami and I got to the St. Petersburg Armory for the event, I gotta say, it was smaller than I expected, but at least it reminds me of the indie circuit before I made my mark in NJPW.

I saw Matt was here as well and we managed to talk about how our match should go, and I came up with the idea to steal the win by cheating and taking back the NA Championship.

And the best part? We're in the main event and there are no count outs, but there are disqualifications, so I had to be careful and make sure I don't DQ'd, but I have an idea on how to make the ref not see what I plan on doing.

When Masami and I had walked to gorilla, Matt was just hyped to be back on his home turf and I know the feeling.

He said before the show that I could go first in making my entrance and that I could cut a promo before he comes out, which was awesome because that would have me be seen as a narcissistic piece of shit.

As my theme played, the crowd just started booing as loud as they can go.

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It really just put a smile on my face and a boner in my trunks because being an asshole heel is just the best thing for a wrestler.

Before I could go out, I overheard Niemi, the only commentator for the show, saying...

Niemi: If you can fight there, he's been there. If you can win it, he's won it. He's one of the best wrestlers in the entire world, all the way from Yamaguchi, Japan, to WWE's NXT, and now, he's here to take back what is his, the NXT North American Championship from WWN's own Matt Riddle in his Evolve debut. His name is Ren Hosako.

At the second part of the first verse, I gave Masami a peck on her beautiful lips, and entered to a gigantic wave of boos and jeers, I smiled with happiness as I really love that I was getting so much hatred from the fans.

I may be a sweetheart outside the ring, but in the ring, I'm an asshole, and I love it.

Being a good guy can't cut it for me no more, I need some evil in my personality.

And before I could even get ready for the chorus, a kid was wanting me to give him a high five, but instead of giving him what he wanted, I just stared at him with a blank face and continued walking, ignoring the fact that the kid had started crying.

I hate making kids cry, but I'm a heel, I gotta step it and do things that can trigger the fans in any way.

As the chorus was about to end, I got up on the ring apron and stared into the crowd with an evil grin, letting them know that I don't care about anyone in the world but me.

As I stepped through the middle rope...

Crowd: BEWARE!!!

...I was being booed so heavily that I literally enjoyed this!

I basically gave the fans the "fuck you" gesture, not flipping them off, but I gestured for a mic and I was given one as the fans didn't want me to talk!

They weren't yelling any racial slurs or anything like "Pearl Harbor" or some shit, but they booed so loudly that I didn't know if I can even talk into the microphone!

(A/N: The first part of that sentence, that was a shot fired to "A Pirate's Treasure". I had so much racial moments happen and I made the vow to not have much of that in this story.)

Crowd(chanting): SHUT THE FUCK UP! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* SHUT THE FUCK UP! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Ignoring that, I spoke...

Me: 今夜、馬鹿どもが武器庫にやってきたようだ。 (I see that all the idiots came out to the armory tonight.)

The crowd kept booing as I just loved this! I was smiling my face off!

Me: それでも、私が毎週テレビやその他のデバイスに出ているとまだ不平を言っていますか? あなたの人生は、私が当初思っていたよりも哀れなはずです。 (And yet you still complain that I'm on television or any device every week? Your lives must be more pathetic than I originally thought.)

All of this booing just makes me happy as I continued to feed off of the hate and just keep smiling.

My goal as a heel was this, as if I'm talking to them, "I'm gonna be such an asshole that not only will I give you no choice but to hate me, you'll want to see me get my ass kicked every week".

And so far, I've done a very good job of making that clear to every fan I come across.

Me: あなたの意見が欲しければ、私は尋ねたでしょうが、それは問題ではありません。 私は一体何を言っているのですか？ あなたはレスリングについてたわごとを知りません。 (If I wanted your opinion, I would've asked, but it doesn't matter. What the hell am I saying? You don't know shit about wrestling.)

I saw some rednecks yelling at me to get out of the ring and go home and fuck Masami, but I had a little comeback for them.

Me: おい！ 座ってビールを飲み、口を閉じてください。私にはマイクがありますが、あなたにはありません。 私が話しているからみんな黙ってて！ (Hey! Sit down, drink your beer, and shut your damn mouths because I have the microphone and you don't. All of you be quiet because I'm the one talking!)

They all booed louder as I couldn't even hear myself think! All these insults are working!

Me: うるさい。 うるさい。 ジャッカスどもからのサポートは必要ありません。 (Shut up. Shut up. I don't need support from any of you jackasses.)

I think what I'm gonna say next is surely gonna get me banned from Evolve for life, but hey, at least it'll get me major heel heat.

Me: 静かな。 ショーが終わる頃には、みんな車に轢かれてしまいますように！ (Quiet. By the time the show is over, I hope every one of you get run over by a car!)

That's when the fans went rogue as they started chanting at me...

Crowd(chanting): FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!

All of a sudden, this big woman that's dressed like a Karen, v-neck shirt, shorts, giant glasses with a bad hair day, started yelling and was wanting to get in the ring and attack me with her purse, but I had an idea for it as I smirked with evil.

Me: ああ、私を攻撃するつもりですか？ 残念だな、このデブ野郎！ 私はあなたに手を置く必要がないので、あなたがリングに着くまでに心臓発作を起こしているに違いない. (Oh you're gonna attack me? Well, too bad, you fat bitch! I bet you'll have a heart attack by the time you reach the ring since I don't have to lay a hand on you.)

I laughed as I just kept insulting the crowd's intelligence by spoiling them the result and how it's gonna go down.

Me: 北米タイトルを取り戻すそしてあなたのお気に入りのポットヘッド二度と私と戦うことはありません、保佐子蓮だから... (I will take back the North American Title and your favorite pothead will never again fight me for it, because Ren Hosako is...)

As I pointed up above my head...

Me/Crowd: ICHIBAN!

I dropped the mic as Matt made his way out, fist bumping the fans and giving the kid I made cry a little hug and put his snapback on the little boy's head, cheering him up in the process.

That was sweet of him, but I didn't want to show any emotion by glaring at what Matt had done, just to stay in character.

He jumped the top rope, and did his thing as I was in the corner, staring him down.

When it was time for the match to happen, the announcer started to introduce us.

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Announcer: ...and it is for the WWE NXT North American Championship!

The crowd had cheered and applauded as I was about to be introduced...

Announcer: Introducing first to my left, the challenger, wrestling out of Yamaguchi, Japan, weighing at 104 kilos—

I glared at him before he could convert the kilos, and he continued saying...

Announcer: The Prodigy, REN HOSAKO!

The crowd just booed as I slipped the towel off my shoulders and walked towards Matt, letting him know that I'm not playing any games while I'm in EVOLVE, his home promotion when he got started with wrestling.

Announcer: And introducing his opponent, to my right, wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 216lbs, he is the WWE NXT North American Champion, THE KING OF BROS, MATT RIDDLE!

After he made his pose, Matt handed the title over to the ref, who held it above his head to let everybody know that this was a championship match, handed it over to the other official.

Ref: RING THE BELL!

The bell rang as Matt and I stared each other down as we circled the ring, daring one of us to make the first move.

After some time staring each other down and trying think of a game plan until Matt decided to attack me with muay tai strikes, which I blocked very quickly as he looked to kick my chest, but I held onto his leg, performed a dragon screw, and locked in the heel hook.

He was trapped and I looked at him with a couple taps on his leg and he reversed it by locking in a heel hook of his own, which made me scream in pain, but in reality, I'm just selling it for him to look like he's winning.

For some time now, I've studied some old school bad guys like Minoru, Ric Flair, Jake Roberts, Iron Sheik, and many others I can count so I can get the facial expressions, the charisma, promos, and the selling of my "pain" on point.

I want to be evil enough where the fans are enjoying the pain I'm in, but, just as always, I come up with something to piss the fans off with the wrath of unpredictability.

Anyway, Matt eventually grabbed the bottom rope and I let go, but I smiled as I picked Matt up and chopped his chest two times, Irish Whipped him into the ropes, I knee'd his ribs, ran to the ropes and dropkicked him down.

As I got up on one knee to see what I've done, I smiled and grabbed onto Matt's leg again, but he started kicking my legs with the Inoki Kicks. I still smiled as he tried to kick me a couple more times, but I kept at it by grabbing his heel, I can care less about much his feet smell, and I performed an ankle lock.

While I was trying to perform that hold, he managed to get out of it as we had a staredown, making the fans applaud and cheer.

I stepped back to let Matt get up so I can beat him up some more, but he gave me a couple of forearms and he Irish Whipped me to the ropes and I landed on my back, I moved where he was going to stomp me, but he gave me a Bro-ton onto me as I started to have my legs suffer from convulsion, like D-Von Dudley had done.

Matt covered me but I kicked out at two. When I kicked out, he mounted onto me and gave me a huge slap!

The crowd was cringing at what they've heard, and Matt locked in an armbar, which made me roll him up for a one count, and as he got up, I locked his head underneath my arm, but he countered by pushing me away.

The fans were just applauding and cheering at what they were seeing as I smiled with evil, liking the fight he was giving me.

Also, just like Adam Cole in the past, Matt must've gotten the message, which is this, "I got this in my arsenal. You better watch it. I can hit you with it at any point and put you away."

As he looked, to come at me, I "charged" at him, playing mind games, and I just laughed at his face, especially the fans, they thought I was that stupid in wanting to go at him.

After that, the two of us went up to each other as I patted his chest, and yelled in perfect English, an insult that I got the approval from Matt to call him, since he was never bothered by the insult and smokes some of this stuff over the years...

Me: FUCKING POTHEAD!

The crowd oh'd as I chopped his chest so hard that he got down on knee.

The thing about my chops, is that they have little to no drawback, so these chops I give to my opponents, they deliver on maximum impact and they hurt!

Matt got back on his feet and chopped me, but I didn't feel anything because it felt so weak.

Why so weak? So weak?

I then came back, with no drawback, and chopped Matt's chest, making him open his mouth in pain until he started giving it back to me with so many chops of his own until one in particular, knocked me on my ass, and I went under the rope to get away from him.

As I got under the bottom rope, I gestured a fan to get out of his specific seat as I had an idea for a little spot.

You remember that spot where I released the hold on Adam, leaned against the barricade and all that jazz? I'm doing it again, but sitting down.

As Matt came forward to me, I stepped through the middle rope, and I locked in the rope assisted arm-breaker as the crowd just booed and I smiled with my tongue sticking out!

After the ref counted to 4, I let go, landed on my feet, fell back, sat down in the cheer, crossed my arms, and put my left leg on my right knee, enjoying my handiwork.

Niemi: Oh, and Hosako takes a seat!

I got up from the chair and grabbed Matt's leg, pulling him out of the ring as I threw him into the steel ring post, shoulder first.

Matt was screaming in pain as I just went off on him by kicking his gut, until I pulled him away from the ring post and I threw him into the post face first and he went down!

I told the cameraman to focus on me by looking at him with evil and I started walking towards him, looking to "hurt" him as he backed up, not wanting to get killed by my hands.

After some time, I looked back at Matt, who was starting to bleed from the top of his forehead at a very fast pace.

It seemed like he was trying to cut a small laceration on his head, but he ended up going too deep. He must've hit an artery or something because that wound started gushing blood.

Now, this reminds me of an Artery incident, where a Deathmatch wrestler named Deranged had his head busted open hard way on a cinderblock, where blood was gushing everywhere like a fountain!

(A/N: To save everyone from suffering permanent blindness, I won't pull up a picture of what it looked like, but I will say that when I saw it for the first time, I fucking wanted to look away.

It was one of the most horrifying wrestling moments I've ever seen and I can't express how shocked I was by how much blood was being spilled from the guy's forehead.)

Now, with Matt being in the same situation, I can absolutely forgive that because this match is going great so far.

We just need to intensify the story and have the fans create sympathy for Matt in this fight as that will be when our feud progresses into the third match at NXT Takeover: XXV in a month or so.

The goal is to have five matches total, where the last one is going to end the feud. I won't give away who will win, but I say this, our rivalry will probably be a nomination for PWI's Feud of The Year Award and we might win it too.

Who knows?