Gerald Miller walks into the arena. He's looking around for his opponent.
- "Now, where's that Ice King?"
Aleksandr and Genryuuzan wait for the next match in their seats. Genryuuzan realizes.
- "Uh, shouldn't you...?"
- "Oh right."
Aleksandr gets up and stands on top of the edge of the arena. He takes off his top and throws it to Genryuuzan.
- "Wha-? Hey, don't make me your closet!"
- "Sorry, this will be over in a second."
Aleksandr says, as he jumps into the arena, causing a shockwave. He stretches as he walks to the center.
- "What a spectacular entrance! Now's the time for round 1, match 11! Aleksandr "The Ice King" Jovovich versus Gerald "The Golden Wrestler" Miller!"
The two get into position. Gerald gets into a low position, ready to tackle. Aleksandr goes into a low open palm stance.
- "Aren't you quite the show-off?"
- "What can I say, I love a good entrance."
The referee raises his arm.
- "Fighters are you ready!?"
- "Ready as I can be."
- "Let's do this."
- "Then...BEGIN!!!"
Gerald rushes in for a tackle, Aleksandr prepares to stop the tackle, but Gerald instead goes for his wrists. Aleksandr parries, but Gerald grabs his hands, and they're now locked in a struggle for power.
- "These two monstrous fighters are now locking hands! Will the Ice King come on top, or will the Golden Wrestler show just how strong that golden grip is!?"
Aleksandr pulls back, throwing Gerald off balance. He then kicks him in the torso causing Gerald to let go. He then goes in for a tackle, but Gerald drops down, digs his hands into Aleksandr's shoulder and chest, and throws him away using his own momentum. The two get back up.
- "He was trying to grab on to my bones. This guy's dangerous."
Aleksandr smirks.
- "Too bad, he's not the only one who knows how to do that!"
Aleksandr goes for a low tackle, Gerald tries to block the tackle, but Aleksandr uses it as a feint to land an elbow to the head. He then grabs Gerald's waist, looking to throw him across the arena. Gerald elbows Aleksandr's torso, causing the throw to be imperfect. Gerald lands on his back and Aleksandr drops down on one knee.
- "Both fighters are down! Looks like that elbow did quite a lot of damage on Aleksandr, but Gerald isn't unharmed either!"
The two get back up and back into position. Aleksandr goes down into a compact stance. Gerald inches closer.
- "Looks like Gerald is forcing Aleksandr to play defensive!"
Gerald rushes in, but Aleksandr does so too. The two grab each other by the nape. The two struggle to get the upper hand against each other, gritting their teeth and planting their feet against the ground.
- "Both fighters are in another grappling hold."
Genryuuzan looks impressed.
- "Wow, these two are really strong. I would love to fight either of them."
Aleksandr once again pulls back, but Gerald drops down forcing his weight into the ground. Aleksandr is unable to pull him and lets him go. Gerald falls to the ground, but bursts forth, grabbing Aleksandr by the waist.
- "Gerald's got Aleksandr in his golden grip once again!"
Aleksandr tries to loosen it, but Gerald tosses him to the side. He lands on his back, rolling on the floor.
- "A massive throw from Gerald! Can Aleksandr recover!?"
Aleksandr tries getting up, but Gerald has grabbed him from behind.
- "Oh no-"
Gerald suplexes Aleksandr. His back takes the brunt of the damage. Aleksandr winces in pain.
- "A suplex from Gerald! But it looks like he's not done just yet!"
Gerald repositions himself and once again finds himself grabbing Aleksandr from behind.
- "We're just getting started!"
Another suplex from Gerald, Aleksandr can't keep up. He's unable to break the fall in time and takes the full force of the throw.
In the infirmary, Damian Killa starts laughing loudly.
- "That old man's crazy! You rarely ever see suplex chains even in professional Wrestling!"
Gerald once again gets behind Aleksandr.
- "A suplex chain!? Aleksandr's gonna want to get out of this before it's too late!"
Aleksandr, in a last-ditch effort, hammers away at Gerald's face as he lifts him up. Gerald tries to go through with the suplex, but the punches put him off-balance, causing both to fall. Aleksandr's 130kg body crashes on top of Gerald's.
- "Looks like Aleksandr did find a way to get out! But will he be able to turn this match around!?"
Gerald tries to push Aleksandr away, but Aleksandr gets him in an armbar. Gerald struggles to break free.
- "And an armbar from Aleksandr! Gerald's gonna want to get out of that before it snaps!"
Gerald tries to get up, but Aleksandr is too heavy. Marco Rivera looks on in the infirmary, before a sudden realization hits him.
- "Oh, this ain't good."
He thinks to himself as he watches Gerald struggle to get Aleksandr off him. Gerald tries grabbing Aleksandr's leg, thinking the pain of the grip will make him let go, but Aleksandr doesn't budge. Both fighters are stuck in this position.
- "Looks like neither fighter is giving up their position!"
Gerald struggles to get out of the position. And then, a loud snap was heard. The crowd's cheering was silenced by the snap. This was the sound of the tendon in Gerald's arm snapping. The fighters, despite seeing injuries like this and worse, still cringe at the sight. Aleksandr lets go and gets up as Gerald screams and writhes in pain on the ground.
- "One of Gerald's arms are out of commission! There's no way he can grapple with just one arm now!"
Aleksandr falls to his knees. He's been concussed.
- "And it seems like the suplexes Aleksandr took are just now starting to take effect!"
Gerald gets back up. He is still ready to fight despite the loss of an arm. He's shaking, trying to contain the pain of having a tendon snapped.
- "What fighting spirit! But you need more than spirit to continue a fight! How will Gerald fight like this!?"
Aleksandr spits out blood as he gets back up. He puts his guard up and goes for another compact stance. He looks disgruntled.
- "What's wrong? You've got the advantage; what's making you make that face?"
Gerald asks him as he tries to get into a stance with just one arm. Aleksandr shakes his head.
- "You just reminded me of someone I used to know."
- "Oh yeah? What happened to them?"
- "I don't wanna talk about it."
Aleksandr recalls his time in the Soviet Army. He was part of a secret unit where the soldiers had no names. During the Vietnam War, they were sent on a mission to observe the Americans. The mission was going smoothly until the Americans caught wind of their hideout. Apparently, there was a double agent in their ranks. The squad leader swiftly dispatched the double agent, but now they were in big trouble.
The small squad of four were about to change position, but napalm started raining on their current location. At last, it was just Aleksandr and the squad leader remaining. A few American soldiers went to check out the site to see if there were any survivors.
- "04."
The squad leader said, referring to Aleksandr.
- "Yes, sir"
- "I'm not going to make it."
He says, as he shows Aleksandr his wounds. Napalm landed directly on his arm and leg. The only reason he's not screaming in excruciating pain is his will to keep Aleksandr safe. He stands up, alerting the American soldiers. Without turning back, he utters his last words.
- "Live."
He throws a grenade at one of the soldiers before they opened fire on him. His bullet-filled body drops to the ground. Instead of continuing the search for survivors, the small band of soldiers decide to return to their base with the soldier that got wounded from the squad leader's grenade. After the coast was clear, Aleksandr used this chance to escape. From earlier scouting missions, he had found someone running an illegal migration business.
He had boarded a boat heading to the Philippines. From there, he had learned of the Paraiso Organization which he was able to join almost immediately due to his prowess in ARB, the martial art of the Soviet Army.
Aleksandr sighs, as he moves closer to Gerald. A sad thought crossed Gerald's mind.
- "This will probably be my last match."
He looks up and smiles.
- "The Golden Wrestler's 30-year reign is about to end."
He reminisces about being an undefeated wrestler. It was fun winning, but it got to a point where no one could even challenge him. He heard about underground fighting organizations and decided to retire, publicly at least. He found new challenges in Vale Tudo matches, he remembered what it was like to have fun in a fight. But now, this old man's body can no longer keep up with his lifestyle.
- "I got one last thing I'd like to try."
Aleksandr rushes in and throws a punch. Gerald ducks under and grabs his collarbone.
- "Oh crap."
He then throws Aleksandr over the shoulder. He lands on his back. Gerald tries to go for a rear naked choke with his broken arm, but Aleksandr counters with punches from mount. Gerald backs off but Aleksandr tackles him and grabs him by the waist.
- "Aleksandr has got him again! And I fear this time The Golden Wrestler's time is up!"
Aleksandr senses no resistance from Gerald. He has made peace with this loss. Aleksandr lifts him up and slams him into the ground, knocking him out.
- "You were an excellent warrior."
Aleksandr says to his defeated opponent. The referee lifts Aleksandr's arm up.
- "And the winner is...ALEKSANDR "THE ICE KING" JOVOVICH!!!"
Aleksandr walks towards the entrance hallway. He stops as he senses someone strong approaching. It's Tamar Dadiani.
- "...I've heard of this person. She dominated in every single match she's been in. Her being here is already proof of her power."
She looks at Aleksandr.
- "Nice fight, I hope we meet in the 2nd round."
She says.
- "Thanks, good luck."
Leonardo looks at the screen in anticipation.
- "That Jawad Uzman guy...his stat..."
Jack comes back with the water.
- "Yeah, he's got the SMD gene. He doesn't look that much bigger than you, yet he's twice your weight."
Leonardo nods. He reminisces about the time he also fought a guy with the SMD gene. He remembers the guy only got two hits in, yet his ribs were pulverized. While he did win that fight, he was out of commission for a while. He leans back in his bed.
- "You'd think there'd be more guys like that in a tournament like this."
- "Yeah well, we both know it takes more than gifts like that to get here."
Jack sits down as he waits for the next match to start.