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The Kengan Matches...are where dreams come true for both companies and fighters. Staking their lives and more on the line, fighters are used for the sake of businesses to settle disputes. Truly, those fighters can be looked on as tools, but does that really matter? Those fighters are here for multiple reasons: the prospect of a good fight, loyalty to their employer, money, or any other unlisted reason. There was one specific fighter, however, who stumbled onto the Kengan Matches woefully unprepared, his excitement peaking from the concept of his life spilling out of his body. A suicidal rush to the end of the battlefield was given a proper path through nothing more than sheer fortune. Vincent Walker survived the Slaughter Coliseum and now he's gonna push his body past its limits in the Kengan Matches.

Damaged memories and a damaged psyche, a nameless man was left wandering from where he believed was his home with an odd body. He could not recall his name, yet he tried to remain fastidious in an effort to cling onto what persisted. His face...this face that reflects in the mirror isn't his face. These clothes aren't his, but they look so familiar. Where is he? Ah. These instincts of his aren't natural, but they were informative enough to let him know that he wasn't in the same world he was as before. He also figured out just what was wrong with him. He became nothing more than a mere shell. -------------------------------------------- This story will have have traveling between universes. There will be quite a bit of worlds to explore.

A battle with everything put into it left but a fragment of a soul bereft of most feelings wandering through the empty space of death. It passed through a critical boundary and wandered onto a continent. The journey left it even wearier and more worn down, but fortunately, there was a dying individual it could rest in. The lingering sentiment that pushed the soul onward to survive was a feeling of vengeance that wouldn't dissipate.