https://i.ibb.co/p0zYfj5/resim-2024-04-23-014201835.png I can't help but keep hearing about how winners write history, that they get to tell their own story and dictate what will remain to the generations which follow after everything is said and done. It is not might that makes one automatically r...

Mississipi Coast Coliseum is slowly but steadily filling up the seats as it had been nearly half an hour since the gates have opened, giving the rest of the fans an hour or so to go in and sit down before the newest edition of Warfare starts. The ring is empty, there is still time for even the comme...

The cameras open in a lightly decorated backstage area, appropriately set up for a sit down interview. The host of this segment, the lovely Renee Young, welcomes your watching eyes and open ears. Best not to squander this opportunity. Renee Young: "Ladies and gentlemen, members of the EBWF Univ...

On the rails that go through a sea of lush green, goes a compact but frilly train. The scenery, as beautiful as it is, looks desolate, like it stands in a place between time and space, a place between dreams and reality. But nonetheless, inside this clickety-clacker is someone who you might expect t...

It’s a rare sight in Paris as heavy snow is falling down from above. It is a very December sight indeed as the first month of winter is fulfilling its natural duty to re-introduce the season of cold and white to people. But within the NEO Biishiki-Gun estate, neither cold nor snow is a concern to th...

The screen is on. The imagery of lavish gardens instantly signal who might the EBWF faithful hear from now. And between many roses and tulips and many flowers alike, we find the Rose of Versailles sit in her trademark throne of roses, wearing a fur coat and staring into the camera with condescending...

It’s quite dark in the arena, causing some gasps from the crowd. Then, the big spotlight hits a certain spot in the entrance stage, illuminating a big chair that looks more like a throne. The throne is covered with a thick, pitch black veil and on the sides, there are green vines, which are also dec...

It’s raining outside. The glasses of one of Sakisama’s many rooms in her grandiloquent palace don’t look that pristine anymore. The sun shines on no part of the NEO Biishiki-Gun estate. The view from the window is humid, bleak, dare I say … ugly. If the Lady of this whole family had been perfect her...

A green warrior sits on their green horse. They don’t move, they remain ever steady. They will not move, ever, neither will their horse. They will stay there until they are removed or finally crumble to dust over years, years and many years. Once upon a time, that green warrior was full of life and...

There’s much merriment to be found inside the palace right now. The music, the dancing figures that lack names and faces. They sing, they dance, they swirl and they twirl! This is a party straight out of pre-revolution France where joy and indulgence are the only things that matter. They party like...