The Tokyo Dome loomed over the boy and stretched across his field of vison. His face lit up at the scale of it all, and his excitement leapt.
Finally, it was really happening! After weeks of nervous anticipation, fearing that somehow, he would be denied what he so wanted it was here!
The boy charged into the stadium dragging his dad behind him. His exhilaration only grew as they entered that cavernous space. Everywhere the boy looked there were people.
He pointed wildly at the stage and the ring. It was like he had fallen through the TV into some story world.
Soon those brilliant characters and athletes he cheered and booed every week started coming to the ring. Blazes of colour and charisma, they captivated him.
Eventually it was time for the champion to come out.
As soon as the first notes of his entrance music belted out from speakers around the Tokyo Dome the boy leapt to his feet and cheered as his hero appeared right before his eyes.
It was the most incredible sight he had ever seen. The gold embroidery that dripped down the champions gear and shone off the huge title belt dazzled him.
As the champion stood aloft the top turnbuckle his eyes met with the boy's.
The boy stared then not just at his hero, but at his future.
Thirty years from that day it would be him standing tall in the middle of the ring, his entrance music pulsing through the crowd,
his presence inspiring dreams that would echo down the years of history.
In that future the boy who had become a hero would feel the same excitement course through his veins, his dream come true, as he had when he was a boy, and his dream began.