The first time I faced you, Mars, I didn’t know what I was playing.

At Wrestle Heroes, you weren’t a man. You were a wall. A crash of noise and violence that didn’t follow rules or patterns, didn’t give space to think. You came down from the sky and flattened me like I wasn’t supposed to be in the same game as you.

And for a moment? I believed that.

Because that’s what bosses like you do. They overwhelm you before you understand them. They win before you learn how to fight back.

But that was then, and this isn’t the first run anymore.

Because somewhere between Wrestle Heroes, Turbo Violence, and everything that came after, I learned.

I learned how you move. I learned how you think. I learned that all that chaos… all that rage… all that destruction you wrap yourself in like armour isn’t random.

It’s repetition.

And last Slam? You proved it. You walked up to that machine thinking it was beneath you. Something to smash, something to mock, something to control.

And for a second you did. You pressed the buttons. You made the character move. You thought you were in charge.

But then the screen froze. Then the glitch hit. Then the game pushed back.

Because that wasn’t your world, Mars.

That was mine.

And when I stepped through that screen and dragged you into it…

That wasn’t an attack. That was me finishing the walkthrough. That was me seeing every phase, every pattern, every move you have left.

You’re not an unknown anymore. You’re not a surprise. You’re a solved boss.

And now we’re standing at Invasion with both titles on the line.

Your Hardcore Championship. My Gift of the Gods.

Two worlds. Two rewards. Two ways of surviving this place.

You fight like the world ended. Like every second is about tearing something apart before it tears you apart first.

I fight like the world still matters. Like there’s something worth building, progressing toward, something worth winning the right way.

And now those two worlds collide. Not in a hallway. Not in the real world you’re used to. But inside the game.

Inside my world.

Where everything runs on rules you don’t understand yet. Where every movement matters. Where every mistake costs you. Where there’s nowhere to hide behind chaos, no wasteland to disappear into when things stop going your way.

Just you, me and everything we’ve learned about each other.

You’ll think this move was a mistake. I bet I’ve made you angry.

Good.

Because angry bosses are the easiest ones to beat. They rush. They swing. They repeat.

And I don’t need to guess anymore. I don’t need to survive anymore. I’ve already played this level once.

This time? I finish it.

At Invasion, this is the final stage. No continues. No resets.

Just one outcome waiting to be written. When the last hit lands, when the screen stabilises, when the game decides who clears the level…

You won’t be the monster that couldn’t be stopped. You’ll be what every boss becomes eventually.

A completed level.

Because I don’t survive games anymore.

I complete them.