The sky was turning all kinds of spooky shades as the sun began ducking out, making the Eastern State Penitentiary look even creepier than usual. 

The old prisons cracked walls and rusty bars felt like something straight out of a horror movie, giving off major "don't go in there" vibes.

Standing right outside the creepy joint was EDWARD, the Anarchy champ, looking kinda conflicted. 

By his side, NK scratched his head, glancing over with a worried look. "Comrade EDWARD, are you sure that this is the best way to prepare for Thunder Knuckles?"

Taking a moment, EDWARD huffed out, "EDWARD NOT CARE ABOUT THUNDER KNUCKLE! EDWARD KNOW HIM WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW EDWARD STRONGEST WARRIOR AND HE JUST LOUDEST SHADOW! WHAT EDWARD NOT KNOW IS PRISON AND UNDEAD GUARD."

NK gave a slow nod. "I understand. It is always good to have a battlefield well scouted before engaging in conflict, Comrade EDWARD. I applaud your strategic ability, my friend, and I will gladly accompany you on this quest."

EDWARD, looking solemn, placed a heavy hand on NK's shoulder. "NK, YOU LOYAL FRIEND. YOU BRAVE. BUT THIS JOURNEY... THIS CHALLENGE... IT SOMETHING EDWARD MUST FACE ALONE."

NK opened his mouth to protest, but EDWARD held up his hand, silencing him.

"WHEN EDWARD WIN ANARCHY SHINY, HE THINK WORLD FINALLY SEE EDWARD AS STRONGEST WARRIOR. EDWARD USE THIS POWER TO LEAD TRIBE. KEEP BAD PEOPLE AT BAY. EDWARD THINK HIMSELF GOOD LEADER. BUT THEN, WHISPERS REACH EDWARD'S EARS. OTHERS SAY LION'S BELT TRUE SIGN OF POWER. THAT IT REAL TOKEN OF STRENGTH. EDWARD MUST WIN IT. NOT FOR PRIDE. NOT FOR GLORY. BUT TO PROVE, ONCE AND FOR ALL... EDWARD STRONGEST WARRIOR AND RIGHTFUL LEADER OF TRIBE!"

NK looked into EDWARD's fierce eyes, seeing the burning determination there. He understood, and even though it pained him to stand by and watch his friend embark on such a dangerous quest alone, he knew it was something EDWARD needed to do for himself.

"Very well, Comrade EDWARD. Just promise me you'll be careful. Remember, it's not just about brute strength. You'll need to use your wits to outsmart those undead guards and escape that hellish place."

EDWARD grinned, showing off his teeth. "EDWARD SMART TOO! AND WHEN SUN TOUCH EDWARD SKIN ONCE MORE, EDWARD WILL HOLD LION'S BELT HIGH ENOUGH FOR ENTIRE WORLD TO SEE... EDWARD STRONGEST WARRIOR!"

With that, the mighty caveman warrior turned, taking a deep breath as he approached the menacing gates of the Eastern State Penitentiary. Whatever lay inside, EDWARD was ready to face it head on.

As EDWARD's heavy feet stomped towards the imposing entrance of the Eastern State Penitentiary, the creeky doors slowly opened, revealing a vast darkness that seemed to swallow the last light of day. 

A raspy voice from the shadows called out, "You sure 'bout this, EDWARD? Once those doors close, ain't no comin' back till it's done."

EDWARD took a final glance back at NK, before giving a confident nod to the man in the shadows. "EDWARD READY. ALWAYS READY!"

The doorkeeper, a hunched over old man with gray hair, grinned, revealing a few missing teeth. "Heh, many have said the same, but few have returned to tell the tale." He slowly pulled a rusty chain, causing the massive prison gates to grind together, sealing EDWARD inside.

Inside, the air felt cold and damp, carrying a musty, rotting scent. The dim torchlight barely illuminated the grimy stone walls. Distant moans and clattering chains echoed throughout the corridors, reminding EDWARD he wasn’t alone in this hellhole.

"PLACE GIVE EDWARD CREEPY FEELING... BUT EDWARD BRAVE!" He muttered to himself, trying to maintain his bravado.

As he ventured deeper into the prison, he came across old cells with remnants of the prisoners pasts: tattered photos, rusty shackles, and desperate carvings on walls.

The longer EDWARD treaded the haunting halls, the more frequent the ghostly disturbances became. A sudden chill would often send goosebumps prickling across his skin, followed by a distant wail that echoed through the prisons walls.

In one corridor, the air grew even colder, causing the torch flames to ficker. As EDWARD cautiously moved forward, ghostly apparitions of prisoners began to materialize, their forms shifting and swirling like mist. They wore ragged uniforms and chains, their hollow eyes staring back in silence.

While most would panic at the sight of these tormented spirits, EDWARD casually approached one of the ghosts, his voice firm and commanding. "HELLO! YOU, PRISONER! WHERE CAN EDWARD FIND UNDEAD GUARD? EDWARD NEED TO LEARN WEAKNESS. BIG MATCH COMING UP. YOU KNOW, LION'S BELT?" He pointed at his waist, as if the spectral inmate would understand the importance.

The ghost simply stared, its expression blank, before starting to contort in an otherworldly way. Its face stretched into a grotesque grin, the eyes hollow and dark. Suddenly, it lunged at EDWARD, passing right through him, leaving behind an icy cold sensation. As it did, the corridor echoed with the tormented screams of a hundred souls.

Another spirit began to float, its chains rattling, as it circled EDWARD, while others started to perform haunting re-enactments of their final moments. One by one, they tried to intimidate the caveman, using their most chilling displays.

But EDWARD simply stood tall, his chest puffed out. "GHOST TRICKS NOT SCARE EDWARD! EDWARD FIGHT REAL BEASTS! YOU JUST... SHADOWS!"

Frustrated by EDWARD's demeanor, the apparitions increased their intensity. The walls seemed to bleed, and the floor felt as if it was made of quicksand, trying to pull EDWARD down. Despite these terrifying illusions, EDWARD refused to be fazed.

"ENOUGH GAMES!" He shouted, slamming his foot on the ground, creating a loud thud that reverberated through the walls. "EDWARD HERE FOR ANSWERS, NOT PLAY!"

The intensity of his resolve seemed to dissipate the more aggressive specters. One of the ghosts, less menacing than the others, slowly floated closer to EDWARD, its form less distorted. It whispered something in EDWARD's ear. 

"EDWARD CAN'T LEAVE! LOCKED IN UNTIL MAN COME TO BUILD RING!" 

The ghost seemed to expand in some sort of mist, as if it was drawing energy from the very air around them. Then, in a dramatic display, it ballooned to an enormous size, towering over EDWARD. Its face twisted into a monstrous sight, eyes red and glowing, chains rattling louder than before, and a chilling scream echoing through the hallways.

But EDWARD, unfazed, tilted his head up, looking at the towering apparition, and then... he laughed. A hearty, full throated laugh, as if he'd just witnessed the funniest thing in the world.

"HA! THAT YOUR BEST TRICK? EDWARD COMB SCARIER THINGS OUT OF HAIR!"

The specter, clearly not expecting this reaction, deflated quickly, shrinking back to its original size, looking somewhat embarrassed. It gave a sigh.

"YOU FUNNY GHOST," EDWARD commented, still chuckling. "BUT EDWARD HAVE NO TIME FOR FUNNY GHOST. MUST GO DEEPER. FIND SECRETS OF PRISON AND PREPARE FOR BIG MATCH!"

Nodding to the still slightly deflated ghost, EDWARD confidently strode deeper into the penitentiary.

As he trekked deeper into the prison a sinister energy began to fill the air, leading him to a large wooden door adorned with strange symbols. Above the entrance, a plaque read: "Library."

With a grunt, EDWARD pushed the heavy door open, revealing a vast room with towering shelves. The place was silent except for the occasional drop of water echoing off in the distance. Most of the shelves were empty or held rotted remains of what once were books. It had been ages since anyone had stepped foot in here. 

Yet in the center of the room, on a pedestal, lay a single intact book. It stood out starkly against the gloom, giving off an unsettling vibe. Its cover appeared to be made of some kind of dried hide, and its lettering was of a dark crimson, as if inked with old blood. It was bound with thick, twisted cords, and an eerie face was inscribed on its front.

Curious, EDWARD approached it, his fingers brushing the cold, rough texture of its cover. He opened the book, revealing dark, handwritten letters that danced and swirled on the pages alongside demonic illustrations.

The dreaded Necronomicon!

EDWARD squinted and tilted his head, thankfully realizing a simple truth that would unknowingly save him from a lifetime of horrors. "EDWARD CAN'T READ!" With a shrug, he closed the book, thinking it of no use to him, and carelessly tossed it aside. The ancient book landed with a thud, a cloud of dust puffing up around it.

The spirits and entities within the book raged, but they remained trapped, their dark intentions foiled by a simple caveman's illiteracy.

Somewhere in the shadows, a demonic spirit watched, its intentions to herd EDWARD to the book thwarted. It hissed in frustration, its plans foiled.

Unaware of the disaster he'd narrowly avoided, EDWARD continued deeper into the prison, his heart set on finding the secrets he sought and proving himself the mightiest warrior of all.

After some time searching, EDWARD decided to make camp.




The camera fades in on EDWARD, standing tall with his chest puffed out. The Anarchy belt (his "shiny"), draped over his shoulder, gleams from his campfire.

"THUNDER KNUCKLE! EDWARD SEE YOU WITH LION'S BELT. YOU THINK THAT MAKE YOU KING OF JUNGLE? THINK AGAIN!"

EDWARD hoists his Anarchy belt up high.

"THREE SEASONS, THREE TESTS OF TIME! SPRING BLOOMS, SUMMER'S HEAT, AND FALL'S CHILL... FOR 152 MOONS, THIS SHINY HAS BEEN THE TESTAMENT TO EDWARD'S UNBREAKABLE SPIRIT ON ANARCHY! I VANQUISHED THE MIND MASTER'S DARK SCHEMES, SHATTERED THE FALSE STRENGTH OF DECEIVERS, AND SHIELDED OUR TRIBE FROM THE SEDUCTIONS OF CUNNING ENCHANTRESSES! LACKLAND AND THE BOOZY SIREN, BOTH FLED TO THE SHADOWS, LICKING THEIR WOUNDS, DEFEATED BY EDWARD'S MIGHT! EVERY SOUL IN THIS LAND HAS WITNESSED EDWARD'S POWER, HIS DEDICATION, HIS FIERCENESS! YET, EDWARD'S VISION IS GREATER! BEYOND BEING ANARCHY'S CHAMPION, EDWARD DREAMS TO STAND AS THE PROTECTOR AND LEADER OF THE ENTIRE XWF TRIBE!"

EDWARD's eyes shine with a noble intent.

"THUNDER KNUCKLE, LISTEN CLOSE! EDWARD HAS PURIFIED ANARCHY, BANISHING THOSE WHOSE HEARTS DWELL IN DARKNESS, THOSE WHOSE MINDS CONJURE EVIL! NOW, THE CRIES OF XWF RISE, ECHOING THROUGH THE LAND, SEEKING A MIGHTY LEADER, A FEARLESS GUARDIAN. AND WHO ANSWERS THAT CALL? IT IS EDWARD, STRONGEST WARRIOR AND LEADER OF TRIBE!"

EDWARD, with a sweeping gesture, proudly displays his Anarchy belt, letting its sheen catch the light: "SEE THIS? THIS SHINY! IT TESTAMENT TO EDWARD'S BATTLES, HIS VICTORIES. EACH SCRATCH, EACH MARK, STORY OF EDWARD DEFENDING HIS LAND."

"BUT THAT LION'S BELT... IT'S MORE THAN JUST ANOTHER SHINY. TO EDWARD, IT SINGS A SONG OF FATE, OF A LOOMING JOURNEY. WITH EACH WHISPER, IT REVEALS A NEED, A VOID IN XWF THAT ONLY EDWARD, WITH HIS VALOR AND MIGHT, CAN FILL. ESPECIALLY..."

He pauses, locking his gaze with intensity.

"FROM PEOPLE LIKE YOU."

EDWARD places his shiny back onto his shoulder as he lets out a slight sigh.

"EDWARD KNOW THUNDER KNUCKLE NOT ALL BAD. HE HELP EDWARD LONG TIME AGO. GIVE ME JOB WHEN CENTURION BREAK HAND. BUT... THUNDER KNUCKLE NOT PURE OF HEART EITHER. HURT INNOCENTS. HURT CHILDREN. PUT SELF BEFORE ALL. HURT PEOPLE TO GET WHAT HE WANT."

He clenches his fists, the weight of his responsibility fully evident.

"TRUE LEADER? HE STAND IN FRONT, NOT BEHIND. EDWARD, HE FIGHT ON FRONTLINE. NOT FROM SHADOWS, NOT FROM DISTANCE. WITH EVERY BEAT OF EDWARD'S HEART, HE GIVE BLOOD FOR ANARCHY. WITH EVERY STRUGGLE, EVERY BATTLE, EDWARD DRENCH LAND WITH SWEAT, ALL TO ENSURE TRIBE'S SAFETY. AND THE TEARS? OH, EDWARD SHED MANY, FOR EVERY FALLEN FRIEND, EVERY TRIBESMAN HURT BY INVADERS."


His face hardens, the fire in his eyes now directed at his adversary. "BUT THUNDER KNUCKLE? HIM DIFFERENT. HIM NOT FIGHT FOR OTHERS. HIM NOT BLEED FOR TRIBE. HE PULL STRINGS, HE LURK, HE POUNCE WHEN CHANCE FAVORS HIM. HE DOES NOT GIVE. HE ONLY TAKE, TAKE, AND TAKE. AND WHAT HE DOES WITH POWER? HE USES IT, NOT TO PROTECT, NOT TO SERVE, BUT TO HURT, TO DOMINATE, ALL FOR HIS OWN GAIN."

EDWARD's gaze becomes even more intense, a new fire lighting up in his eyes. "ESCAPE FROM HELL MATCH... HA! SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING EDWARD BORN FOR!" He clenches his fists. "IN PRISON, DARK AND DREADFUL, UNDEAD GUARDS HUNTING? CHASING? THEY NOT SCARE EDWARD. EDWARD NOT EVEN FIND ONE YET. EVEN IF DO, THEY JUST ANOTHER OBSTACLE, ANOTHER CHALLENGE, ANOTHER TEST OF EDWARD'S MIGHT!"

"ALWAYS, EDWARD FIGHT. FIGHT FOR TRIBE, FIGHT FOR LAND, FIGHT FOR HONOR. AND NOW? EDWARD FIGHT TO ESCAPE, TO CLAIM LION'S BELT, TO SAVE ENTIRE XWF FROM THUNDER KNUCKLE'S GRASP!"

He pauses, letting the gravity of his words sink in. "WALLS? CHAINS? GHOSTS? THEY ALL COWER BEFORE THE PRIMAL MIGHT OF EDWARD. THEY MAY TRY STOP EDWARD, BUT EDWARD WILL BREAK THEM, CLIMB THEM, DEFEAT THEM! EVERY STEP EDWARD TAKE, EVERY DOOR EDWARD OPEN, BRING ME CLOSER TO VICTORY, CLOSER TO FREEDOM, CLOSER TO LION'S BELT!"

"THUNDER KNUCKLE! YOU MIGHT HAVE BEATEN LITTLE MAN, BUT YOU NOT BEATEN EDWARD! IN THIS BATTLE... THIS... ESCAPE FROM HELL. EDWARD PROMISE, AT END, IT YOU WHO WILL KNOW HELL, WHILE EDWARD HOLD LION'S BELT HIGH, BRINGING HOPE TO HIS TRIBE, TO XWF, AND TO ALL WHO BELIEVE IN TRUE STRENGTH AND HONOR!"

As his final roar of determination echoed through the cold stone walls, there was no mistaking EDWARD's intent. He was a warrior, ready for battle, and in his heart and soul, he knew that no spectral apparition, no grotesque monster, and no relentless undead guardian could deter him from his mission. For EDWARD, this was more than a mere conquest— it was a crusade to liberate his tribe and end the tyrannical grasp of Thunder Knuckle before it could even begin.

Yet, as powerful as his words were, an eerie and mournful cry cut right through them. 

The sound was alien, profoundly unsettling, and it seemed to originate from just down the hall.

The camera quickly pivoted to EDWARD's face, where the firelight illuminated an expression of curiosity. "WHAT THAT SOUND!?" he demanded.

As the haunting cry continued to echo through the penitentiary's cold corridors, EDWARD felt compelled to trace its origin.

As EDWARD followed the haunting echo through the penitentiary, the walls seemed to close in around him and shadows played tricks on his eyes, yet he remained undeterred, guided by the ghostly melody that now seemed to beckon him.

After what felt like an eternity of walking through dimly lit corridors, he arrived at an almost hidden doorway. Vines and moss had claimed much of its entrance, and the door, or what remained of it, lay half buried under layers of dirt and debris. It was clear that this chamber had been untouched for ages.

Pushing aside the heavy overgrowth, EDWARD stepped into the room. A thick layer of dust hung in the air, disturbed after what could've been decades of stillness. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, they were drawn to an unexpected glint amidst the gloom. Bathed in a stray beam of moonlight that managed to pierce through the cracked ceiling was an object that seemed out of place in such surroundings.

Intrigued by the glimmering artifact, EDWARD approached it with a mix of curiosity and caution. As he neared the object, he could feel an energy emanating from it, causing the hair on his arms to stand on end. He paused, his instincts warring with his curiosity.

With a deep breath, he extended a hand, allowing his fingertips to brush against the cold surface of the artifact. That brief contact set off a chain reaction. The artifact burst to life, unleashing a blinding light that filled the chamber. The very foundation of the room trembled as if the earth itself was reacting to the relic's awakening.

The atmosphere grew dense, almost suffocating, as an otherworldly energy began to whirl around the chamber. A vortex of swirling energy, centered around the artifact, and seemed intent on devouring everything in its path. EDWARD planted his feet firmly, muscles straining as he tried to counteract the pull of the vortex. "WHAT THIS SORCERY?" He bellowed in fear and defiance.

Yet, the howling wind and roaring energy of the vortex swallowed his words, rendering them nearly inaudible.

Despite his incredible strength and determination, the supernatural force proved too much. In a breathtaking moment, EDWARD was catapulted into the vortex. 

As swiftly as the event had started, it ceased, leaving the chamber in an unsettling calm.

Remarkably unscathed by the chaos that had just transpired, the camera focused intently on the artifact, its lens capturing the minutest details of its aged carvings and the dying glow of whatever power it possessed. 




A slight, eerie hum emanated from the relic, fading with its light, until the chamber was cloaked in almost complete darkness.

The prison's walls, which had witnessed countless tales of despair and lost hope, now bore witness to another tale: one of otherworldly mystery.

Outside, the distant creaking of the prison and the soft whispers of the wind resumed.

Yet, the pressing questions remained: Where was EDWARD now?

To Be Continued...