Introduction

V has come to.

They call me Venom Snake.

Some know me as Big Boss.

Others know the truth.

It doesn't matter.

Names change. Missions don't.

I've spent my life on battlefields where hesitation meant death and trust had to be earned. Every scar tells a story. Every decision carries a consequence. You learn to stop wasting words and start letting your actions speak for you.

That's why I don't talk much.

Never needed to.

The eyepatch strapped across my face isn't there to make a statement. Neither is the bionic arm attached to my shoulder. They're reminders. Proof that surviving comes with a cost... and that the mission continues regardless.

These days, though, I've found a different battlefield.

Professional wrestling.

Most people step into a wrestling ring looking for championships or fame.

I'm looking for soldiers.

Not literal recruits forced into a war—but men and women with discipline, resolve, and the determination to keep getting back up after every setback. Warriors come in all forms, and a wrestling ring has a funny way of revealing who's willing to endure hardship for the sake of improvement.

Every opponent tells me something.

Every ally has the potential to become another trusted comrade.

The war may look different now.

But the mission never ends.

Fortunately, I already possess one advantage many wrestlers spend years trying to develop.

Close Quarters Combat.

CQC wasn't designed for entertainment. It was built for efficiency—using leverage, timing, balance, and precision to control an opponent before they have the chance to control you. Strip away the battlefield, and you'll find many of the same principles apply inside a wrestling ring. Clinches. Throws. Reversals. Counters. Knowing how your opponent moves before they do.

It's surprisingly effective.

Outside the arena, life slows down... at least a little.

You'll usually find me with music playing through my smartphone while I prepare for the next day. Good music has a way of clearing the mind after long hours of training.

I still enjoy my electronic cigars. The ritual is calming, giving me a moment to think before the next objective presents itself.

Photography is another habit I've never quite shaken. Sometimes it's a quiet landscape at sunrise. Sometimes it's wildlife that most people would walk past without noticing. A photograph captures a moment exactly as it is—no embellishment, no excuses.

There are other hobbies.

A few are better left unspoken.

Everyone deserves a little privacy.

People often ask why I continue pushing myself.

The answer's simple.

A soldier without a mission is just someone waiting for yesterday to catch up.

Me?

I'm still moving forward.

Still training.

Still building something greater than myself.

So if you happen to find yourself standing across the ring from me...

Don't expect theatrics.

Expect discipline.

Expect precision.

And above all...

Expect to learn exactly why every battlefield has its own legend.

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