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The Wild Child | The Career Of Gen Hayabusa
The Wild Child | The Career Of Gen Hayabusa
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The Wild Child | The Career Of Gen Hayabusa
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The Wild Child | The Career Of Gen Hayabusa
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NXT ARRIVAL
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The Wild Child | The Career Of Gen Hayabusa
Chapter I: Japan's Export
Gen gazed out the small airplane window, lost in thought as the clouds passed beneath him. The image of WrestleMania XL played vividly in his mind, the clash between Cody Rhodes and Roman Reigns unfolding once more.
"Cross Rhodes!... Cover!" Michael Cole's voice echoed. "FINISH! (1!..) THE! (2!..) STORY! (3!..)" He could still hear the echoes of the crowd’s roaring approval, the electricity of the moment surging through his veins. "For the first time, ever! A Rhodes can call themselves, "WWE Champion"... Damn it! Cody... Finished the damn story..."
It was the pinnacle of professional wrestling, the ultimate goal. And now, here he was, on a plane bound for Orlando, Florida—his first steps toward making his dream a reality.
The sudden jolt of the landing gear meeting the tarmac shattered his daydream. The plane had touched down. This was it. The moment he had been waiting for. Gen exhaled slowly, steadying his nerves as he adjusted his posture. He was ready. He reached into his carry-on bag, pulling out his phone to check the time. He had a few messages from friends back home, wishing him luck on his new journey. He smiled, appreciative of their support. But there was no turning back now. This was his path, and he intended to walk it with everything he had.
As he disembarked, he passed by a commotion near the terminal. Security officers had a man in cuffs, leading him away as he shouted something in protest. Gen barely spared it a glance. He didn’t know the details, and it wasn’t his business. His mind was solely focused on what lay ahead. He tightened his grip on his bag strap, taking his first steps into his new world.
Stepping into the bustling airport, he took a deep breath, letting the warm Florida air wash over him. It was a stark contrast to the cool, crisp air he had grown used to in Japan. Amidst the sea of travelers, a familiar figure stood out. Oney Lorcan. The rugged, no-nonsense grappler waved him down with a grin, his presence immediately grounding Gen in the reality of the situation.
"Gen!" Oney called out, striding toward him with purpose. "Good to finally meet you in person."
Gen gave a respectful nod as they shook hands. "It’s an honor."
Oney raised an eyebrow. "You speak English?"
"Yeah," Gen confirmed, a small smile forming. "I learned over time."
"That makes things easier." Oney chuckled. "Man, when I saw your work in Japan, I knew you had something special. Everyone at WWE is excited about you signing."
Gen’s face lit up. "I’ve been a fan of yours, too. Your work in NXT—I loved your strong style, no-nonsense offense."
Oney scoffed humbly. "Appreciate that, man. But we’re here to talk about you. WWE’s Performance Center is the best place to sharpen your skills. We’ve got the top coaches, world-class nutritionists, trainers, directors—you name it. You’re in good hands."
Gen’s excitement grew with every word. "I can’t wait to get started. I’m here to take over WWE."
Oney let out a short laugh, but when he saw the fire in Gen’s eyes, he knew the man wasn’t just talking. He meant it. That level of determination was rare.
As they walked side by side through the airport, Oney couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast between them. Gen had the physique of a compact Dave Batista, while not towering, but a powerhouse in every sense of the word. Yet, there was a quiet humility in his demeanor, a poised confidence that radiated a true superstar aura.
"You got any ideas for your character yet?" Oney asked as they exited the terminal and approached the parking lot.
Gen thought for a moment before responding. "I just want to be me. Hard-hitting, disciplined, relentless, and with a little bit of crazy."
Oney nodded. "Yeah, well, you're going to get a lot of craziness here in America, so that's good. Authenticity goes a long way. But we’ll work on the rest. Gotta make sure the audience connects with you."
As they got into the car, the conversation shifted toward what the future could hold. They discussed ideas, potential storylines, long-term goals. Oney had an idea of what Gen could become—but more importantly, what he wanted to become. It was just a matter of refining the product, packaging it in a way that would captivate the world. The car ride gave Gen a chance to soak it all in—the magnitude of what he was stepping into, the challenges ahead, the opportunities within reach.
"When we get to the Performance Center, you’ll meet the team, get a tour, and probably jump right into some evaluations," Oney informed him. "They’re gonna test your endurance, see how well you adapt."
Gen smirked. "That’s exactly what I want. Let’s get to work."
Oney glanced at him with an approving nod. "I like that attitude. Just remember—this business is a marathon, not a sprint. Not everyone who step foot through the doors of WWE makes it to the top. Just as much work you're going to put in, you're going to need just as much patience."
They drove through the streets of Orlando, passing by glimpses of the city’s vibrant culture. Gen watched intently, realizing how different everything was from what he was used to. The bright lights, the towering buildings, the sense of something larger than life—it all fueled his determination. He wasn’t here just to pass through. He was here to leave his mark.
"You’ll be training with some of the best," Oney continued. "Shawn Michaels, Matt Bloom, Norman Smiley—these guys know how to turn talent into superstars. But you gotta put in the work."
"I’m ready for anything," Gen said firmly.
Oney smirked. "Good. You’ll be expected to do promo classes, media training, and work on storytelling. Wrestling’s not just about what happens in the ring."
Gen absorbed every word. He had spent years mastering his craft in Japan, focusing on technique and intensity. But WWE was a different beast. It wasn’t just about fighting—it was about making people feel something. He had to be more than a wrestler. He had to be a storyteller, a presence, an icon.
As they finally approached the WWE Performance Center, the massive building loomed ahead, adorned with the WWE logo that gleamed under the sunlight. This was the proving ground, the place where dreams were either made or broken. Gen clenched his fists, anticipation surging through him. This was it.
Oney parked the car and turned to him. "Welcome to the big leagues. Let’s get to work."
Gen stepped out, staring at the entrance, feeling the weight of the moment. He had made it this far, but this was only the beginning. The first road trip of many. The first steps toward his destiny.
With no intentions of returning back across the world in disappointment and loss dreams, his journey in WWE had officially begun...
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Chapter II: The Art Of War
Gen had wasted no time since arriving in Orlando. Every day had been a rigorous test of endurance, skill, and adaptation. The WWE Performance Center became his second home—if not his first. From dawn until deep into the night, he honed his craft, pushing his body to the absolute limit, determined to prove that he was more than just another prospect. Every training session brought new challenges, from perfecting his ring movements to sharpening his promo work, all while adjusting to the cultural and stylistic differences between Japan and WWE’s sports entertainment machine.
The transition from Japan to WWE’s style was an adjustment. The American circuit demanded a different kind of presence—bigger moments, a heightened sense of storytelling, and an undeniable connection with the audience. It wasn’t just about executing crisp moves; it was about making the people believe. Every punch had to mean something, every slam had to tell a story. Fortunately, Gen had guidance. Established stars like Trick Williams, Shawn Spears, and Ethan Page took him under their wing, each offering valuable insights on working WWE’s unique style.
Trick Williams, with his charisma and command over the crowd, taught Gen the importance of showmanship.
“Man, you can have all the moves in the world, but if the people don’t care? It don’t mean a damn thing,” Trick had said, watching Gen’s training session from ringside. “Find the moments. Make ‘em feel every step you take.”
Shawn Spears, a veteran with years of experience in both WWE and beyond, helped refine Gen’s in-ring psychology.
“Less is more,” Spears reminded him during a sparring session. “Make them wait for it. If you hit everything you got in the first two minutes, you got nowhere to go. Build the match. Make them beg for that last hit.”
Then there was Ethan Page, who schooled him on the nuances of character work and brand-building. “You’re a weapon, man. But what kind? You gotta make them see it before you even step in the ring.”
Gen took every lesson to heart. He watched hours of WWE matches, studying the legends, analyzing their pacing, their movements, their interactions with the audience. He practiced promos in front of mirrors, working to command attention with just a look or a simple phrase.
Weeks turned into months. The training was relentless. The hunger never faded. The grind had consumed him, but he welcomed it. He pushed through grueling cardio drills, worked on his conditioning, and mastered the art of blending strong-style aggression with WWE’s entertainment-driven approach. He knew he had to be more than just a great wrestler—he had to be an attraction.
Meanwhile, the world was already beginning to take notice. NXT had begun rolling out cryptic vignettes—short, grungy, and enigmatic. A lone beach at night, a campfire crackling. Papers fluttering into the flames, each one a printed render of an NXT superstar. One by one, they burned. One by one, they turned to ash. The camera lingered on the embers, glowing ominously in the darkness.
It was a message.
A hit list.
Each week, another vignette dropped. The flames grew larger, more intense. Shadows of an unseen figure loomed in the background. A deep, distorted voice whispered phrases like "The reckoning is coming" and "Only the strongest survive." The identity of the one responsible remained unknown, but the implications were clear. A storm was coming. The NXT locker room was on notice.
Then, in the latest vignette, the unseen figure finally made a move. A single hand reached into the fire, pulling one last piece of paper from the flames—completely untouched by the inferno. The camera panned in close to reveal the name written in three bold Japanese letters:
野
生
児
The screen cut to black.
Social media exploded. Who was this new force? What did the vignettes mean? Speculation ran rampant, fueling anticipation. The groundwork had been laid. The world was waiting.
And soon, they would know his name...
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NXT Heatwave was upon them.
The atmosphere in the locker room was electric. The card was stacked—championships on the line, rivalries reaching their boiling point, and a sold-out crowd eager to witness history. Roxanne Perez was set to open the night, determined to reclaim her title from Jaida Parker. Fallon Henley would defend her NXT Women’s North American Championship against Tatum Paxley. Tony D’Angelo and Joe Coffey were scheduled to battle for the NXT North American Title, while Fraxiom put their tag titles on the line against the remaining members of Gallus. And the main event? Trick Williams versus Oba Femi—two dominant forces colliding.
But somewhere in between, Gen’s moment awaited.
He sat on a bench in the locker room, mentally preparing for what was to come. His hands were wrapped, his gear prepped, his mind laser-focused. Where would he fit in tonight? What impact would he make? He had done everything he could to prepare—now, it was time to deliver.
A voice pulled him from his thoughts.
“Gen.”
He turned to see NXT General Manager, Ava, standing nearby.
“Shawn’s looking for you in Gorilla.”
His heart pounded, but his expression remained calm. He nodded, rising from the bench as Ava gave him a reassuring nod. “Good luck out there.”
Gen strode through the halls, his slippers echoing against the floor. He could hear the crowd roaring beyond the curtain. Gorilla Position was bustling with activity—producers, crew members, and talent moving around like a well-oiled machine. And there, standing by the monitor, was Shawn Michaels.
The Heartbreak Kid turned as Gen approached, his sharp eyes scanning him over.
“You're right on time. You ready for this?” Shawn asked.
Gen’s response was immediate. “Absolutely. We did the work, it's time to reap the benefits of a "NXT Takeover".”
Shawn smirked and gestured to the production team. “Cue his music.”
The sound of Je’Von Evans’ entrance theme was already fading, the crowd still buzzing from his victory over Stacks Lorenzo. Then, without warning, a new theme erupted through the speakers—a flare of treble raced through the airwaves followed by a stark roar and heavy bass that sent a shockwave of anticipation through the arena.
The audience erupted, their curiosity at a peak. Who was this? What was happening?
Shawn glanced at Gen one last time. “This is it. Make your statement.”
With his adrenaline pumping and his mind sharp, Gen kicks off his slippers then stepped through the curtain. The world had been put on notice.
Tonight, danger arrived in NXT.
And it was just the beginning...
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The Wild Child | The Career Of Gen Hayabusa
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The Wild Child | The Career Of Gen Hayabusa
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