(The scene opens inside a hotel room penthouse suite where we see Nakita DuBov pouring herself a glass of champagne at the bar and holding it up in the air like a toast like fashion.)

Nakita DuBov: "A toast, to new beginnings and to the end of this damned infernal losing streak that I have been in that has made me so damned inconsistent for the remainder of season three and for most of season four. Sometimes you just have to take a step back and reevaluate what is working and what isn't working. We have to evolve and constantly evolve in this business and may this be the turning point for Nakita DuBov and a great things that about to come for me."

(Nakita takes a sip of the champagne as she moves over to the sofa and has a seat on the sofa where she continues on.)

Nakita: "You know, Kevin is indeed one of my oldest and best friends. He is the one that introduced and brought me into this business, but with everything that he has done for me, this isn't the first time I have ever walked away from him, and more than likely it won't be the last. It is the first time that I have put him through a wall, take my word for it, let me tell you the story sometime of how I ditched him for the woman that became my manager and then became my wife and mother of our daughter but that is for another day. Still,  despite all that it was never personal and despite how painful of the mess that I left him in, I am sure that he'll be okay. He is tougher than he looks, but for now I am focused and committed on the future and my future is with Skylar Arceneaux and Azurine Vebbins and Dorado Enterprises."

(Nakita takes another sip of champagne before continuing on.)

Nakita: "Now I know that Skylar probably didn't need an 40 something aging professional wrestling who has her fingers in a lot of pies and is successful in everything that she is in except for being a professional wrestling and even though I should be utterly dominating and running rough shod all over the OWA, I have done anything but and that is the perpetual fuck up my ass that everyone from Serena Bennett, to the trash panda Rebecca Filth, to lil miss crippled neck Daisy Thrash, and so forth just love to remind me over and over again. I am not some stepping stone that the OWA thinks that can all use propel themselves up the ranks. I am not a jobber to the alphas, and that shit all ends on Atlantis when I go one on one with NOBI."

(Nakita takes another sip of the champagne before continuing on.)

Nakita: "Now NOBI, I give you credit and honor the respect that you have shown me I am appreciated that I am stepping up against you on Atlantis. You didn't have to say the things that you did but you did nonetheless, but something that you said I have to get off my chest right off the bat. Despite what I did to Kevin on Odyssey, even though he was my friend and I dropped him. It really wasn't personal just like what I am going to do to you this week is nothing personal. You are a problem that needs solving. You are just going to be an example to Skylar and Azzy that I am one hundred and fifty percent committed to Dorado Enterprises. You see Nobi, I recognize that Skylar didn't have to choose me, but she did and I am thankful for what she has done and I am going to unleash the full might and brute strength of Dorado Enterprises upon you. My attacks will rip you part and I will blast you right out of your boots. I will break bones, spill blood, and your broken and bloody body will serve as an example to not only for me but for all of Dorado Enterprises and one singular rule...

(Nakita downs the remaining champagne from the glass and then breaks the glass in her hand as a trickle of blood begins oozing through the fingers of her hand.)

Nakita: "...nobody fucks with Dorado Enterprises."

(Nakita callously opens up her hand and casually glances at the cut on her hand and then picking the shards of glass from her hand while she is still talking)

Nakita: "As I have said before that I have worn many of hats and you have said that I am a fitness model, an actress, a stunt woman, a musician, as well as being a pro wrestling. That same thing can be said for the many names that LeBrock has given me. He has called me 'The Fem Phenom', 'The Green-Eyed Devil', 'The Red Headed Leviathan'. Those are all catchy names. Like the old saying says, 'what's in a name?' What is in a name. I have done many things throughout my life, but for right now. I don't need any of these labels to be placed on me when all that I need is one and it is the only one that matters."

(Nakita pours some whiskey on her cut and then wraps it with a clean rag before continuing on.)

Nakita: "My name is Nakita DuBov, and I solve problems for Dorado Enterprises. I take out and removes anyone who gets in our way. You think Nobi that you are that much needed attitude adjustment for me? That's where you are wrong because you don't have a choice in the matter. I am coming for you and this freight train, even at the ripe old age of 43, is going toss you right around like a rag doll, and above all, run right through you. If people didn't like what I may have said about Serena Bennett or what I did to LeBrock last week, just wait because I'm just getting starting and I am going to give all of you something to really...'dislike'. I am not disloyal, but instead I just know where I need to put my loyalties and I am going all in with Dorado Enterprises and I am proving that I am exactly that. I am committed to our cause and our mission statement and making absolutely certain nobody and I mean no one, not you, not Serena Bennett, not Devi Krysis, not Rebecca Filth, nobody will stand in our way. My name is Nakita DuBov, and I solve all problems.


(The scene fades out as Nakita DuBov crosses her arms stoic and defiantly.)

I was informed to face off against someone that I never faced before. The Woman that I'm going to face off is actually inspirational.

I'm not joking or being sarcastic for saying it, Nakita DuBov. I'm also being honest about what I'm going to say too.

You're in your 40's. That isn't young anymore but you're still going strong as ever and that's why you're the Dorado Enterprise's problem solver. That's why you're their muscles. That's why you're also an inspiration as I said before.

You're not just doing wrestling too. You are a Fitness Model, a Singer, a Martial-Artist, and not to mention, you are also an Actress and a Stunt Film Coordinator too. I'd love to act with you one day. Maybe I can ask Van Patrol to cast you in the next Cars, Guns, and Fight movie. Hope you like those movies too.

Now, I know how much you are motivated to beat me. You want to stop your losing streaks and that's why you accept the offer to join Dorado Enterprise as the problem solver. I mean, look at you, you're a 6 ft 4 girl. You're taller than me and some of the boys, that's scary.

This is the first time ever that I'm going to face a Woman that is taller than me. This is going to be a unique experience. Maybe this would be an intense one too.

As I said, I know you want to stop your losing streaks, Nakita. I know how motivated you are to end your nightmare, but I'm also in the position where I have to win and beat you too.

This is my first match after losing the Hybrid Championship. But also, I know I'm going to need this win to gain some momentum going forward too.

We both are in the position where we need this win, Nakita DuBov and with all due respect, I'm refusing to lose to you.

This is just a match where we have a conflict of interest. You fight to end your streaks and perhaps prove it to your fellow Dorado Enterprise girls that they are not wrong to pick you as their Muscle and I'm fighting to rebound from my loss and hopefully getting enough momentum going forward.

I don't think you would see me as a problem to you or the Dorado Enterprise in general. I mean a problem in a sense that I'm your enemy? No. I don't dislike any of the Dorado Enterprise girls.

But I'm going to promise you, Nakita DuBov, that I'm going to be a problem that you can't easily solve in this match. I'm going to give you a big problem and a major headache as someone that you can't beat easily.

Don't get me wrong. I know I'm going to face the same problem from you, Nakita. I know how motivated you are but not only am I motivated but also I need this win and I'm going to give you some Attitude Adjustment.

Well, just to be clear, I think I already said that I have no problem with you at all. Why should I? This is for the first time that we're going to meet too. This is none of my business and dare I say that Kevin LeBrook is a douchebag….but this is the guy that has been supporting you for so long and yet, you crashed his head to the wall so easily? Maybe he was holding you back but you threw his head so easily like he didn't mean anything to you at all.

So why is The Dorado Enterprise going to be different for you? Yes they all are very talented wrestlers, but you'll never know if they are going to be the best partners you'd ever had. Maybe they would give the same "issue" to you like Kevin LeBrook did. If that is the case, are you going to throw their heads to the walls like how you did it to Kevin?

You have shown yourself as a disloyal bitch, Nakita and that's why I'm even more motivated to beat you.

Apologize in advance if I'm being too hard on you. I don't mean any disrespect to an elderly.

The phoenix must burn to emerge.

After spending time self-reflecting upon my failure to capture the OWA World Championship from Jeff X at Game Over, I had taken this moment of deep reflection to think about why I wasn’t able to defeat him. I knew I could defeat him because I had done it before quite easily, I have the ability to embarrass him in front of a live audience to reclaim my rightful position at the top of the card as world champion, and I know that it could have been the night where I became the first person in the history of OWA become an OWA World Champion and Omega Heavyweight Champion. However, I cannot bury myself in the past and prevent myself from evolving and adapting for it will be the death of me in this business. I have to proceed forward and bring forth the change that The Dynasty demands in this sport myself and even though I failed from becoming a world champion in my own right, we still remain with Darkane triumphant with the Omega Heavyweight Championship in his grasp. Jeff X was the better man that night for reasons that are unknown to me, but fate has different plans for me by raking me across the coals to be burned by the stinging taste of defeat. As a phoenix burns to transform into ash before he emerges from them a new and greater beast than previously, I’ve had to taste loss and disappointment to the point where the future will hold something brighter for me in the near future. Maybe the world needs to see me struggle once more, fight through the fires of tribulation to squeeze the pressure upon me in order to resurrect the diamond it had lost, and shatter the former image of the man this business once knew. Maybe, it is what many people have already stated throughout my year of returning back to OWA. Maybe my days of being known as one of the best wrestlers on the planet has passed and I’m need to simply accept the fact that I’m going to now be regaled to midcard matches and tag team matches like this, fighting for meager championships and scraps on the table for the rest of my career to never again see the days of world championship glory. Maybe those days have come and gone and I need to either be content in what I can achieve these days or simply ride out in the horizon to prove everyone right that I should have never returned and stayed retired. I don’t believe that to be the case, though. Without my return to this company, what would we have in the form of world champions here in Olympus? Who would you have trying bring forth the sweeping change that this industry needed because if The Dynasty never would have been brought into this company, you would still have idiots like Nathan Fiora or The Derelict standing over each of you and reigning supreme as world champion instead of having a worthy champion in Darkane giving you the best matches you could ever hope to have on your roster. You wouldn’t have the future of the business in Matt Miles giving you a person to look out for in becoming the next big champion in the near future to watch out for. You’d have the bottom of the barrel to scrounge around for with nothing to show for it because your investments were shit before we came to this world. Honestly? The Olympus that you see before you as a powerhouse in the industry because of the talent The Dynasty has made as a collective, the champion of our group that stands as the centerpiece of this brand, it pales in comparison the junkyard we came into when we were branded as “The Phantom Troupe” upon our arrival underneath the leadership of a self-absorbed man who had no sense of vision with the exception of his own vain desires. The landscape to be changed such as this didn’t come without struggle and as much as it eats me alive to think about the fact that I was unable to win the OWA World Championship to prove to not just The Dynasty that everything people have stated about me is nothing but mere conjecture and lies to slander us, but to the world that I still have what it takes to be the world champion of a promotion for a VERY long time, I’m proud of what The Dynasty has been able to accomplish so far and what we will achieve in the future with our continued crusade to bring forth the age of prestige and class that this business deserves. I’ve dealt with true ancient relics that had be ousted from this company that prevented the age of progression because of their lack of adaptation and evolution, I’ve dealt with the unappreciative newcomers that believe that this world should cater to their desires alone instead of the progression of the entire industry to be improved, and I will continue to make The Dynasty the shining example of prestige as the best faction this promotion could hope to have and it started with Darkane’s victory at Final Destination III for the Omega Heavyweight Championship, but it will continue with the gift of the OWA World Tag Team Championship to be shared between myself and Matt Miles at the expense of a former rival’s gathering of potential contenders that prove to be… pathetic.

I’ve never been much of a person to decide to be a part of a tag team before in my career. The only tag team championship that I have held in my career around this part of the industry was with a man that drew the ire from deep within my soul and was one of my most hated rivals in a storied feud for the ages. With The Dynasty, an alliance with a man that I can be able to simply call an ally in this industry is a different field of the business that I never believed I would ever see. I’ve never been fond of being placed in a tag team, but if this is what I must do to rebuild the image that was simply destroyed at Game Over to the point where every single person around me has become to doubt the abilities that I possess as a wrestler and see me as nothing more than a washed-up version of myself? I’ll make sure that The Dynasty not only wins at Eye of the Storm to be the top contenders for those championships, but that we’ll simply decimate whoever stands across the ring from us as the OWA World Tag Team Champions. Jack Daniels and Ryo Sakazaki are two talents that are simply looking to make a name of ourselves at our expense, but let’s be honest with ourselves here. What have these two men been able to accomplish ever since they debuted in OWA? One of them is a misogynist that only walks around here talking about “Beating Debras” and “the female agenda” to get a rise out of people with shock value because the way he talks, but I’ve failed to see an actual match of merit he has been able to be victorious in since his arrival! Maybe instead of focusing on what the women of this sport are doing and trying to dismantle their agenda, he could possibly worry about how he’s going to deal with the future world champion in Matt Miles and one of the most legendary names of this industry in Jacob Senn in order to achieve victory and a title opportunity? What about Ryo Sakazaki? A man who has been just as unsuccessful throughout an entire year in the few months Jack Daniels has been strolling around this place. Every opportunity has been afforded to you to do something and how do you squander it? You don’t adapt. You don’t evolve. You don’t even improve. You simply go through this business like a deer in headlights and when you fail, you sit and scream about how you’re the laughing stock of the promotion. You continue to speak about how even though people don’t take you seriously and laugh at you, you’re going to beat them down and pin them right in the middle of the mat to show them who the real laughing stock is, but do you? No. You fail again in the middle of the ring and you continue this process over and over again, joining The Blacklist not out of principle such as what The Dynasty formed together for, but from desperation. You were desperate to have some sort of value and when you had none left, you decided to fall under the control of Nas’ Blacklist to get something, and now you’ve come to this. Standing before Miles and me, thinking of any possible way to walk out of this match with the victory while continuing to shout at the heavens about how you’re the laughing stock of the promotion, but we all know what happens next? Failure. If you want to succeed, you would use the burning flames that scorch your body from failure to make you a greater man, but you don’t. You squander the opportunity just like your partner Jack Daniels does. Both of you rely on the same crutch to do the job for you and to be honest with you, you’re not going to win this match based on that alone. People may say that I’m a washed-up legend who should have sat in the retirement home, but even a washed-up version of myself isn’t going to lose to men who don’t adapt. Be prepared, Ryo. You have enough experience to do that, anyway.

As I mentioned before, I believe that what I’m doing now is rebuilding what was destroyed at Game Over. The image and idea I had needs to be reconstructed into a new image of destruction and prestige for the industry to take respect in and who better to achieve that with than with my Dynasty brother, Matt Miles? What better way to continue our endeavor to bring prestige to the business than to a division that has been dead in the water this entire year we’ve been here? Black Sun? MYOJIN and Sunshine? Blacklist? Mediocre teams that don’t deserve the right to become champion and the only reason they are, it’s because there is no established team to stand above the rest after The Queens of Wrestling lost to The Blacklist. The Dynasty will compete in the tag team division in order to restore the prestige that has been lost to it, bring an era of value to a place that has been resorted to be nothing but eroded ruins of what once was in the absence of greatness, and it begins at Eye of the Storm with Miles and I proclaimed as the top contenders after the defeat of The Blacklist’s rabble attempting to make their name at our expense. After we lay claim to the OWA World Tag Team Championships, the restoration of those championships to the prestige that they deserve and the restoration of my own image will begin. When the time comes for the tag titles to leave our control, The Dynasty will push forward in the pursuit of claiming the OWA World Championship once again. For now?

Let The Blacklist be the ones to burn in the flames of failure.

“She” was the last person Stephanie wanted to speak with tonight. She didn’t even know why she showed up to the apartment, nor did she think she was in town. But with Monica out west for the week, Stephanie wasn’t surprised that her best-kept “secret” would check up on her. She heard she was present when Matsuda was carried backstage after losing the Queens of Wrestling Triple Threat at SSW’s Wrestle Spirit. After being ousted from SSW, things seemed grim, but Matsuda had a plan to bounce back. She just wasn’t going to tell “Her”. 

Stephanie invited her inside and walked towards the liquor cabinet. 

“Want anything to drink?” she asked.

“A glass of wine would suffice.” She looked around before settling in the living room. “I’m surprised you’re not in the dojo right now.”

“I closed it down for the day. I needed some space for everything. You of course know what I’m referring to…”

“Yeah, unfortunately.” She sighed and shook her head. “Some might say you did it to yourself.”

Stephanie grabbed two glasses and a bottle of red wine and made her way to the couch.

“Either way, being fired from SSW isn’t the end of the world. In the short time I’ve been signed with them I was an Intercontinental and Tag Team Champion. Besides, I think this is fate’s way of reminding me of what's really important: the OWA Women’s World Championship. I can’t afford to be distracted.”

“Do you think being Women’s World Champion will change your fortune?”

Stephanie sighed and shrugged her shoulders. 

“It’s not about me, sweets. It’s about them - the women of Odyssey. They need to be taught how to fight at the upper echelon and I will show them how. Sure we got to the main event Game Over. But it’s not enough. We need to be the ones to close Final Destination.”

“Correction: YOU need to be the one to close Final Destination. Underneath that goodwill is selfishness, Steph. You desire glory just as much as the rest of us.”

“Of course. What’s the point of living without desire? Speaking of which…”

Stephanie smiled as she looked over at Her.

“I have a desire for something right now.”

“Oh really?”

“Really.”

Stephanie placed her glass aside as she stood up and walked towards the woman before her…

The woman who wasn’t her wife.


“Ah, the obligatory tag match where the champion and contender join forces against two thorns in their side. Even after I established myself as next in line, there are those who question the authenticity of my claim. Even after I earned my ticket to face Jonetta, people still felt it wasn’t enough. They bring up my lack of presence, my commitment to the brand, and anything else they can throw at me. Well, if any of you has watched Wrestle Spirit, there’s one less place yours truly can focus on. Now some of you might think of this as a setback, but to me it’s a step forward. I can always find a way back in SSW. But for now, Jonetta and I have to play nice before our big fight. Hey, I can play with others. I’ve teamed up with rivals before. Hell, me, Aria, and Azumi have had this on-again-off-again relationship for close to ten years now! This the nature of the beast, right?”


“This business can leave you in this bubble trapped in your own thoughts and in the case of my opponents, in your own hype. Gwen Harper treats Odyssey like it's her own hunting ground. She views its roster as her prey, but she forgets who’s the queen of the jungle. Fighting Cloud Matsuda isn’t something you do for sport, sweets. You’re going to be in for the fight of your life. It’s about looking deep within and pulling a part of yourself that exists from within, greatness hidden within the depths of the soul. I’ve said things like this to your partner, Dulce. I’ve expressed to her that I was going to stand above everyone else as I lead Odyssey into the future and so far it’s coming to pass. Jonetta may not like what’s to come but she has the ability to stand in my way. She has the talent to give me a challenge, but I doubt she wants to lose this match. Sure one of us could turn on the other, and I’m sure Ria had set things up this way, but that’s why I have Sam watching my back.”


“I came a long way in this business, sweets. I know how these things play out. The champion teams up with the challenger, something happens during the match that leads to both parties getting into a disagreement. This is followed by fisticuffs, all in front of a crowd eager to see the competitors destroy each other. As fun as whooping Jonetta’s ass sounds. I’d rather for us to get along on Saturday. I don’t fight for free, especially in pay-per-view caliber matches. I at least respect my opponent to know there’s a time and place for our eventual encounter. And if Alyssa is ever the wiser, she’ll know to stay away.” 


“In just a matter of months, I’ve displayed my intentions for the direction of Odyssey. So far I’ve been firm in my conviction and have followed through with everything I said I was going to do. This tag match is just a mere display of my will. And with any luck, I’ll be able to show Jonetta my intentions through my fists as we clash with Torres and Harper. They will know, understand, and believe in The Queen of Fighters. It may not be on Saturday, but as we get closer to the end of summer, everyone will be seeing where I’m coming from. After all, I’m the one that’s been there for this brand when it needed someone to save it from itself. I’ve done it in Season One, and I’ll continue to do so in Season Four. Know it. Understand it. Believe it.”

Character Development #2
Not want to talk about it!

(In the lobby at McArthur Enterprises, Devi doesn't feel like talking to anyone after the hellacious betrayal of her best friend Azurine Vebbins. Some of the employees and Secretaries of McArthur Enterprises attempted to talk to Devi, but she ignored everyone accept one person decided to come over and sit across to Devi.)

Devi: Look...I swear to god, i'm not feeling a happy camper after what happened to me at Odyssey, not being a part of the Athena's Cup, and what's worse? Got betrayed by my former partner Azzy by align with that money skank Skyler Arceneaux, and now she got Nakita DuBov with her as well, and the called themselves the Dorado Enterprises. And I don't feel like talking to anyone right now.

(Devi feels angered and heartbroken after Azurine betrayal last week. But one of the McArthur Enterprises Secretary feels the pain that Devi felt.)

Alicia: Ok, I know that you're not in mood to talk but I saw what happened in Odyssey and I felt sorry for you that you got betrayed but you did the right thing for not taking Skyler's offer.

Devi: I don't need your petty at this moment, whoever you are?

Alicia: Oh sorry, my name's Alicia, i'm one of the McArthur Enterprises Secretaries, This is my 4th year working here.

Devi:.....

Alicia: Look I get that my boss chose you as Sponsor Athlete for our company. I mean look at your success you've been gotten so far, becoming the Lethal Sparks Champion in LAW, you collecting wins by beating Audrey S. Atlas, Mark Michaels, Eon Blue, and even NAMI in the Main Event on Atlantis and you got her respect.

Devi: Cut to the point, Alicia.

Alicia: My point is that you complain about not getting in the Athena's Cup tournament this year, but you're in the Lethal League at LAW already got your first win, but I don't think you're ready to compete in the Athena's Cup tournament, not this year i'm afraid.

(Devi giving Alicia a angry stare, certainly not helping her case.)

Alicia: Ok. Ok. I see that look on your face that you about to murder me but I trust trying to help you and~

Devi: *anger* Unless you got something to say about the Skyler and Dorado Enterprises and how to defeat them? Then you need to get out my face! NOW!!

Alicia: Ok, I understand. I'm so sorry to bother you.

(And so Alicia left the lobby after talking to Devi.)

Skyler, Azzy, Nakita. All you bitches are gonna pay for what you did. Especially you Azzy, I don't why did you turned on me, after I declined Skyler's offer. What makes you think she gonna make you a star? That I don't get? And you had the audacity to lay me out, cause we didn't win any matches as a team, scratch that we beat AK-47 & The Awakening but we didn't capture the World Tag Team Championships, I get it! You and Skyler had this plan from the fucking start, if I known any better she go behind my back. It's bad enough that i'm not in Athena's Cup tournament this year, it's bad enough that i'm got issues with the Dorado Enterprises, I don't care if they got the numbers, I'll go down fighting against them, with or without help! Remember this ladies, cause this'll take it to your graves! The Wolf is always at your door!

Scene fades black.

{Scene begins, nothing fancy though-just Ryo in front of a plain, blank wall..}

Ryo: You know, we all make decisions in our lives. While there are the ones that we are proud of, there are also the ones that we aren't proud of and you can be rest assured that I've got a history of ones that I'm not proud of.

For instance, I was proud to meet and become friends with Pavel...but I wasn't proud of the fact that he was forced to work under a simpering fool who used his charge's lack of skill in the English language as a way of insulting all those around him while using poor Pavel as a puppet.

But times for Pavel will come shortly enough, yes?

But as for why I was brought into the Blacklist, that's between myself and Nas and not for any-fuck-one else! Sure, you can call me a "Blacklist Bonehead" all that you want, Matt Miles, but at least I can honestly look into this camera and not fucking claim that I've had a huge helping 7-11 Big Gulp cup of Arata Asakura blood to give me some kind of freakish Anime powers, true?

Not saying that you can either, I'm just saying...dude, at least the Blacklist have some touching of reality true?

{Ryo leans back in his seat and runs a hand through his dark hair, eyes narrowing ever so slightly at the camera as he does so}

Ryo: But tell me Matthew, have you always been a top predator or did you actually have to work your way up the ladders to become this creature eventually? Did you run from the work or did you embrace it and make it fucking yours??

You say that Jack and myself might not have a fucking chance in a hurricane against the two of you and you know what, you might be fucking right but at least I'll be able to go into this match and do my fucking damnest with what I've got for a partner because that's.what.I.*DO*!

But the reality of the situation is that while your partner is no doubt laughing his ass off and you're trying to figure things out, I'm working my ass off getting ready for this match so that in the end it won't matter how hard you think or how hard Senn laughs, the end result won't be a victory for your precious "Dynasty", Matthew.

No.

I'll be the one laughing because I'll be sitting on a nice little item called the number one contenderships for the tag team titles. 

*ME*!!

The "fucking joke of the Omega Wrestling Alliance", the one person who came in here just about a year ago full of hope and potential before some short sighted mother fuckers decided it was better to turn my pure talent into some pointless fucking meme will come out of this Olympus as one half of your future tag team champions for this company and it will come out of me beating that chance out of both you and your precious fucking Jacob Senn's hides because if there is one thing that I've learned in this industry thus far that is you can't just wait for chances to come along and that the "brass ring" is nothing more than a fucking sex toy!!

No...in this sport you *TAKE* what you want and everything else be fucked!

I tried to be the hero, I tried to be the good guy and do everything the right way...

{Ryo's face cracks a smile ever so slightly}

Ryo: First Senn and Michaels...then that Ryo Sakazaki Cosplayer *fuck* and his meatsock of a puppet.

Time to have some fun, yea?

{END}

The Romani Revolution ( Vs Nate Cage #2)

( the scene opens inside the home of Mark Michaels. With just a few days to go before the Eye Of The Storm super show, there is an Electric feeling in the air. A golden opportunity awaited Michaels, everyone in his camp can hardly contain their excitement. It’s Here amongst the sleek and lavish furniture in living room we find Michaels, surrounded by his cohorts, laying down on a table as a masseuse works on his lower back.)


Michaels: Man that last workout was a tough one, but this guy you found Sonja, he’s amazing. Ahhhhh. 

Sonja: Well you need to be in the best shape you can be before that big match of yours. 

Harman Ardelean:  That’s right, my boi gotta bring home that gold. And you know what they say about he who has the gold. 

Michaels: He makes the rules?

Harman Ardelean: No, he who has the gold has the power, and he who has the power gets the finest of the women 

Michaels: Good to know. But I’m sure you all of you know I got this. That title is practically being handed to me on a silver platter because Nate Cage is basically the Phoenix Suns of OWA. He crushes it in the regular season, but He chokes in the clutch plain and simple. when he’s up against a bigger, stronger, and more determined opponent, he has no answer.  When he’s facing off against a guy like me, a guy who’s simply too stubborn to stay down, Too driven to take second place, and too proud to let this shit talking asshole walk away with what should rightfully be mine, well just wait and see, I’m gonna leave him in a heap the size of trailer park after Texas Twister!  And that’s not me just talking shit, that’s the history Nate Cage. It’s so undeniable, so overwhelmingly overshadowing, that he can’t even deny whenever he goes around mumbling his hot garbage that he’s just not championship material. He said it himself, it’s like he’s cursed.  Funny thing is I know someone who could have helped with that, right Sonja?

Sonja: He couldn’t afford it, and even if he could it wouldn’t do him any good against you Mark. 

Michaels: Goddamn right it wouldn’t. Nate Cage, mediocrity incarnate. Giving him a title match is just like taking a barrel full of money, opportunity, and everyone watching’s time, and setting it on fire. They really should have given me a much more interesting and capable opponent. They wouldn’t have had to look too hard, just about anybody would have been a much more exciting choice. They could have matched me up with anyone, they could have tossed me Nobi. Management loves handing him title matches no matter how many times he gets his ass beat. They could have tossed Matt Miles, the battle of the Double M’s, only one can survive. Teddy Mac, Elijah Hampton, Hell They could have given this shot to Rebbeca Brooks since she’s always sticking her nose in my business anyways. She’s not on Olympus but at least she would had something interesting or clever to say instead of the meaningless tripe Cage vomits up.  Meaningless tripe, boy that just about sums up everything about Cage as both a wrestler and a person. Nate Cage is the kind of guy who thinks that just because he calls himself the devil and it scares four year olds, that somehow translates to me the least bit intimidated or in awe of his douchebaggery. I didn’t think the Devil would be such a whiny little bitch who runs around telling his reflection his sad sack story because he’s the only one who would bother to listen. When you say the devil you think of someone who wields influence. Someone who tempts the hearts of men with what they most desire, or just someone who isn’t moping around like a scolded puppy.  I mean if he’s Lucifer in the flesh, then I’m Jesus Christ. 


Tony: Wait I thought that guy was-

Michaels: Not that Jesus Christ. Anyways, long story short Nate Cage sucks, he’s always sucked, and will continue to suck till the day his bum ass hangs up the boots. I know he sucks because he’s had precisely ZERO to say about me that hasn’t been said a billion times before. Mark lost at Final Destination, Mark isn’t a real Gyp- Excuse me, Romani. I bet pretty soon he’ll be talking about how I bowed down to Nathan Fiora. That’s big talk coming from the guy who’s been bending over for Nas. You know he can say whatever he wants about wants the Awakening, fact of the matter is that it worked. We dominated, we had all the gold as quick as you can snap your fingers, and we did it with everyone saying there wasn’t a chance in hell.  We laughed in everyone’s faces when we did. We were hated, we were truly despised by everyone from the fans to the front office. Look no further than the fact that Noah Quinn sets a record for defending the Television championship and no one says a peep about him getting a shot at a World Championship, but the moment He’s no longer champion the question becomes will Noah Reigner take the option for a shot at Darkane. Guys like myself took every cross word, every set back, and every time I had the rug pulled out from under me, and came out better on the other side. On the other hand Nate Cage tried and failed again and again that he went hat in hand to the guy who runs this place, or one of the guys who says they run it there’s so many of these interchangeable fuckers round here. Cage went to join Nas’ Blacklist or shit list or whatever the fuck it’s called. Cage sucked straight up to the boss and yet is still hasn’t gotten a damn thing for it. I’d say since squandering the God Of War token, he’s acting like a blind squirrel trying to find a nut. 

Georgio Del Mero: Fitting because Everyone knows he has no nuts. 

Michaels: You are correct on that one sir. But my Point is, not even selling out and having the pull of the boss in his favor could get Nate Cage any closer to that title win he’s so desperately sought.  I bet it must drive him crazy. And add to that the fact that if he hasn’t been eclipsed by me already, then he soon will be.  You know part of me wishes that the little Napoleon complex having cunt could Tell me how it feels to face a man who has accomplished more in less than a year than he has in his entire OWA career.  How it feels to be desperately cling to whatever relevancy as hard as he can and still see it slip through his fingers. To be the man who stole a win from death itself, but never hold gold unless he had to share it with somebody else. Unless he had someone like Kenny Drake, rest in power king, to carry him Nate Cage would have been written off a long, long, time ago. When the bell rings Friday night, I’m gonna kick Cage’s scrawny little ass all that way back down the card. I promise you that come this time next week he’ll be lucky to be jerking the curtain. Meanwhile My name will have risen in the Olympus Pantheon, and with the OWA Television championship around my waist, I’ll be one step closer to ruling all of Olympus, and then OWA as a whole. The King is coming to conquer!  

( Michaels Cronies cheer and applaud his statement.)

Michaels: Yeah, and unlike Nate Cage, I’m not doing this just because I have to prove to someone that I’m worth a contact. I’m not doing this because Nas has me in the dog house and the next time I fuck up I’ll end up like Chase Vedder. I’m not doing this because I have to live up to some Idiotic nickname like The Devil. I’m doing this for all of you. All of you who like myself have been spat on figuratively, and literally by fans of OWA, by the people who run the show, and by the wrestlers in the locker room. People like us who have been overlooked, under valued, and outright discriminated against. I’m doing this to prove that people like us will always overcome their ignorance, their hatred, and their snobbery. I’m going to win this one to show that it isn’t who’s biggest, or who’s quickest. It’s about who’s smartest, and who’s willing to hustle harder. That is how you and I have lived our whole lives, with our noses to the grind stone doing what ever it takes to see another day. that is how we have survived, all the hardships, all the setbacks, and all the times that everyone has said we were done for. We have fought, and hustled daily for our bread, and now it has made us as sharp as razors, and strong as mountains. Our passion, our will, our hustle will be the tool that allow us to thrive. And With that Television Championship in our camp, or caravan as the racists bastards like to call it, it will take us to even greater heights. I’m talking alligator shoes. I’m talking custom made clothes tailored to fit you perfectly. I’m talking the finest food and wine every goddamn night. I’m talking about giving your children the futures they deserve! Giving your fathers and mothers the comfort they have earned in their last days. I am talking about changing the entire narrative that has hindered and harassed people like you and me. And What’s more I am talking about shoving the words of people like Nate Cage down their throats and let them choke on it, as they are forced to kiss the feet of your Romani King! At Eye of the Storm, we are gonna make every single person see that you can’t keep those who out work everyone down. You cannot keep the cream from rising to the top. And you cannot stop this Romani revolution that we are bringing. I promise that I will not let you down, that I will not fail you. With your support I can do anything, with my leadership you can do everything. Everything that we have been working so hard for, it’s about to come in bigger and better than we expected. We’re taking the Television title, and from there it’s just a stone’s throw to the OMEGA heavyweight championship. The future is looking bright, shiny, and wrapped in championship gold. 

Come Friday night, when the bell rings, it will be good to be the king.  Rub A little harder in the shoulders Octavio, they’re carrying a lot of hopes and dreams. 

( Michaels cronies again cheer on their man as the scene fades to black.)

Jonetta Stone is shown being pampered while she looks at herself and the Omega Women’s World Championship in the mirror. She is interrupted by her attendants.

Bernard:  Mam, Dulce...

Jonetta: Dulce! Yes, you don’t have to tell me she’s given up on her chase for my World Championship! She was the first pillar of OWA that fell at my hands. I made sure she lost the title. I beat her until she sold out all her morals to lay down with the wolves of Wolvesden to try stopping us from changing this industry, and she still LOST! After she couldn’t even become my contender anymore, she finally realized her silly attempts at trying to get back what’s mine is pointless of her.

Bernard: And Gwen Harper…

Jonetta: Yes, I know she’s now chasing after Gwen’s title. Oh Gwen, bless her heart. She finally became a champion. Of course, if she had taken my constructive criticism, she’d have been a Goddess Champion sooner and probably would have been in the Demo Corps changing this industry! But you know hunters, as opposed to poachers, their morals and stupidity always make them slower on profiting off their skills. So knowing her, maybe she’ll finally be a world champion ten years from now after I relinquish my championship and her archaic hunting approach pays off.

Ernest: Are teaming up to face you and Stephanie Matsuda.

Jonetta Stone looks perplexed, and then angry.

Jonetta: HOW??!!! I got rid of both of them! They’re in my rear view! They’re nothing!

Jonetta stands up as Bernard and Ernest get scared, she gets in both their faces asking questions.

Jonetta: And what’s this about a tag team match? What do either Gwen or Dulce know about tag team wrestling? How dare they?! Before I elevated Odyssey as a singles competitor, I put women’s wrestling in tag teams on the map by being part of the first women’s tag team to become Tag Team Champions! And we have the longest reign in history! And say what you will about Stephanie, but with Aria, they became number 2 in doing what we did. Stephanie trains tag teams. She has an entire dojo! And OWA dares disrespect us by putting these amateurs up against us???? Gwen and Dulce aren’t in our leagues, they may be decent singles wrestlers, but they’re subpar as overall competitors! This match will only expose them!

Jonetta stares at the camera.

Jonetta: I want to make a few things clear.

We all know what Stephanie has done to give us a platform. She runs companies for women’s wrestling. She advocates for brands like Odyssey. She goes around the world advocating for what we do to be seen just as good as what the boys do. Of you pillars, she’s probably the most useful.

But she’s still a pillar.

And if you combine Azumi, Dulce, Diantha, Khan, and Natalie in their championship reigns you have 6 reigns, 13 championship matches, and over 600 days as you pillars having it all. If you round in the 100s, you’re closer to two years sharing this championship! Yet within 100 days, I was the first woman to have Odyssey’s Women World Championship to end the show on all brands on deck PPV! ME, I did it!  Not Stephanie. And Certainly not Dulce! This has nothing to do with you pillars, aside from maybe Stephanie making people see funding a women’s athlete was the right thing to do. This is all the culmination of my career. The Dollhouse the J-Dynasty making deals with OWA to allow me to be a champion before debuting through my boss hosting OWA’s first Final Destination. That was the biggest chance OWA has even taken on any singular talent because of that deal. And then me, as the Athena Cup holder having a more daring cash in than any other before me, as I called my shot to be on the biggest PPV of the year, and I went out and won it! Unlike Alyssa Grace, who plots to cash in like a complete coward! Talent, wise investments, and courage are why Odyssey became the top brand in OWA through me!

I know how thick Gwen’s skull is. She won’t get it. I gave up on her when she didn’t want to take my advice and go under my wings. But Dulce. Dulce is supposed to be the down to earth one, the mature locker room leader. So I want Dulce to admit it, before I tear you limb from limb Dulce.

I want you to acknowledge I did what your people had over 600 days to do and couldn’t. I want you to admit you fought tooth and nail to make sure this day couldn’t come to pass due to your selfishness, only for me to overpower you! You’re “Just Dulce”,  you knew you were too average and plain to take this championship to the top of OWA and close a multi-brand PPV. But you felt it was better to reign in hell with your friends than allow someone who wasn’t in your inner circle to take you all to heaven. But despite your stubborn resistance, you couldn’t stop my rise and the rise of Odyssey. Because unlike you, I’m not someone who relies on only being a consistent hard worker. I know it takes more to truly be the best. I had to sacrifice friendships, I had to show mental fortitude no matter how much you pillars tried to outcast me and drive me crazy, and I had to , quite frankly, just be better than everyone else. Dulce, you owe me an apology and congratulations.

I’ll beat it out of you when I starch you like the raggedy unwashed piece of trash that you are. The cleaners will do you good! Face it, the world is coming crashing down on you! You think you have a chance in this match? Sure, you’re “Just Dulce”, plain enough to know the rules of tag team matches, hopefully. You probably know how to tag in and out of the ring. But the in-ring psychology of tag team wrestling? Don’t make me laugh. That’s way too complicated for a basic Jane like yourself. You’re not even a team player. It’s why you didn’t care about the health of Odyssey if it didn’t benefit you. You’ll let Gwen down like you girls let us down for 651 days.

As for Gwen, you never cease to disappoint me with how obsessed you are with playing patty cakes with the pillars. They have never done anything for you, but you always want to cozy up to them and lash out at people like me that are changing this game. Just like a coward who is afraid to hunt down elephants and rhinos just because a few people tell you not to, despite the profit you know would be in it. You probably still use crossbows from the old days instead of the ones in the 21th century, just the type of moron you are. Tell me, why give Dulce a chance at a THIRD Goddess Championship reign? Just because she couldn’t hang at the top where I am? Let’s forget Rebecca and a rematch for a second. Why not Daisy, BIANCA, Filth, or Banshee? Dulce hasn’t done anything to warrant a title match, you just have tendencies that would keep us in the stone ages!

Goodness gracious, it’s good I was able to fend you off from stealing my cup, or Odyssey would never have main evented our first PPV. I know you’re ungrateful to me and will never give me my due. But when I raise this mountain high above Mount Olympus and Kingdom, the “Mountain Mama” benefits, and I only ask that you keep your ugly face away from me as much as possible! I know it’s only just a matter of time until someone who sees my vision can take that championship away from you. Whether they love or hate me, the rest of the girls understand the division I’ve built. In my division, people have to earn their title shots. In my division, whether I like Revy or Stephanie or not, they’re people that haven’t had their run as champions before. My fresh approach to things is what is getting Odyssey new viewers and making us the staple brand of OWA. If you think being a bit mean to old harpies is too much of a sacrifice to get that done, I don’t know what to tell you, Harper. But in this tag match, you’ll see why clinging to the past serves you no good.

And then, I’ll forget about the two of you because you’re just two women from my past that failed to kick me when I was down, and don’t deserve me at my best. Neither of you warrants a match with a world champion who is as rare as ivory! The dark ages of Odyssey are over, and you will NEVER get a whiff of me or this again!

Jonetta Stone lifts the OWA Women’s World Championship, then angrily pushes past her attendants.

(The scene opens on the Olympus interview set where Hugh Jass is standing by with a microphone in hand.)

Hugh Jass: Hello I’m Hugh Jass with an OWA.com exclusive interview. We are just two weeks away from  Olympus: Eye of the storm. That great super show will be coming to you live from the AT&T center in San Antonio, Texas, plenty of seats are still available and are on sale right now so don’t miss out. On that super show we will crown a new OWA Television champion as Nate Cage challenges the Romani King Mark Michaels for the vacant title. With me here now is one of the men who hopes to be crowned champion on July 23rd, my guest here tonight, Mark Michaels. 

( Michaels enters the shot followed closely behind by his hanger ons, Tony Adams, Sonja Adams, and Big Georgio.)


Tony (no mic): Pahlay kha prekaza.  (this jinx again.)

Hugh Jass: Mark this match is a great opportunity for you, but I have to ask, do you feel that with this being not only being a shot to again become a champion here in OWA, but it’s your first match on Olympus this season, and coming in the wake of the implosion of the Awakening, do you feel like this is maybe too much too soon?


( Michaels is already looking annoyed at Jass’ line of questions. He quickly looks back to Sonja and gives her an expression signaling to take care of it.)

Sonja: Excuse me mister, I just wanted to tell you that your energy is radiating off you. I can already see that there’s gonna be a lot of opportunity, and money, oh and a beautiful woman in your future. 

Hugh Jass: There is?!

Sonja: Yes, come let me read for you.

(Sonja leads Hugh by the hand, discreetly slipping the mic  he was holding and passing it off to her little brother Tony)

Tony: Hello? hello? You got an answer for that one Mark?  

Michaels: yeah I do. I don’t think it’s too much too soon, in fact I think it’s more like it’s about fucking time they gave me something. I deserved better than to sit around trying to patch things up with some ignorant fuck. I should have been front and center since the season started. I mean was I granted a rematch with Nobi for my Hybrid championship? No. Did Nobi lose it to the first asshole who he came across like I said he would? You bet your ass he did. Nobi was not a worthy champion and what’s more, he only got that belt in the first place because I was stuck carrying that pile of dead weight named Eon Blue. Nate Cage should know what it’s like to be stuck with some dipshit who tanks your chances at championship gold, but where Finnegan Wakefield was a two faced snake in the grass, Eon was just a dumb fuck tripping over his own feet. But I’ve proven myself against Eon, I whooped his ass at Game Over and Harman is gonna finish the job at Eye of The Storm. I’ve moved beyond Eon Blue, beyond the Awakening, and beyond the one match that everyone tries to throw in my face because they don’t got shit else to stand on. We’re in the middle of July, move on people. I know I’m ready to move on to bigger and better things. I’m ready to take a much more prestigious and valuable piece of gold, a shiny new jewel to add to my crown. I’m ready to become your OWA Television Champion. I deserve to be the Television champion. 


Tony: Now Mark when you say you Deserve it, I have to ask how so?

Michaels: How? Think about it like this. The Television champion has a long history of being a belt for workhorses. The guys who week in and week out carry the actual wrestling portion of the show. That has described me  perfectly.  There is not a better wrestler in the whole world than me. There isn’t a man more driven, who gives more of himself every week. Unlike the double asshole having son of a bitch I’m gonna beat, I didn’t just fumble and fuck up every chance I had till someone just gave me a pity shot at a championship. I didn’t coast on a reputation of supposedly being a good wrestler, and then proceeding to never break through, or grow enough to really grasp the brass ring. No one has worked harder than me, that belt is my right. 

Tony: Right, now to become Television champion, you have to beat some little pissant cocksucker who calls himself the devil.  Tell me Mark, just how badly are you gonna beat the shit out of that pencil neck pipsqueak  Nate Cage?

Michaels: How do I intend to beat Nate Cage?  By doing what every person who’s beaten him before has done. I’m gonna allow him to beat himself.  I’m gonna capitalize on every moment of weakness, on every mistake, on every split second his guard is down I’m gonna be on him like white on rice.  All the daily affirmations in the world won’t help him when the bell rings. Yeah that’s right, I wasted five minutes of my life to hear what that jackass had to say. Going with this whole pedophile bullshit. That’s real fresh coming from OWA’s answer to Bill Cosby. I mean how you gonna put the TV title on a man who’s so fugly he couldn’t buy a hooker.  That aside, I heard him giving himself this little pep talk, more like giving himself a blowjob. Not the easiest thing in the world when you’re hung like sewing needle, but never the less I heard him trying to boost himself up like some weird split personality version of Steward Smally. I also heard him bitch about how he’s never gotten a singles title match before Eye of the storm. I heard him say there was a conspiracy against him. Bro I got a title match in less than six months here and more importantly I didn’t throw away the chance. I went out there and wrote my name into the history books. I became the first ever Hybrid Champion. You, how long have you been here? You haven’t gotten a one on one title match in all that time? I say they booked you to your potential. Everyone here knows You have never gotten the job done when you had the chance. You always managed to drop the ball right when you were just about to cash in.  You won the God of War tournament, you booked yourself into a world title match at Final Destination. And then you pulled a Nate Cage and wound up losing. Walking away empty handed when it mattered the most. 
  

Tony: Well what about how he talks about the last time you two fought? He won that match right?

Michaels: Yeah, but You know when Nate Cage likes to talk about what happened the last time we faced off, he gets real selective with his memory about it. Must be because he’s repressed the memories of me smacking the taste out of his mouth. Like for instance he neglected to mention he had to sucker punch me from behind  the match started. 

Georgio (sarcastically): Guy must have balls of steel on him right?

Michaels:  Let’s see him pull that now that I’ve got the big guy watching my back. He also forgot how it took damn near everything he had to put me away.  And let’s not forget the fact that  when we last met, I hadn’t wrested in about year and was still knocking off the rust. 

Tony: No wonder Cage would prefer to fight Harman. The little shit knows he can’t beat a man in ring shape. 

Michaels:  And for all this talk about me having no confidence, or being destroyed by his hands, or that my soul is in submission, what the fuck does that last one mean anyways?  Anyways as you can all see I didn’t turn to dust after facing the Devil himself. Actually he’s more like one of those Mike and Ike red hots that taste like crap. But I digress, I not only survived Nate Cage wielding a barbwire baseball bat, I thrived afterwards. in fact I’m doing better than I ever have. you know what, facing Nate Cage seemed to be just the thing I needed because before long I turned a corner and started on my way to making all of OWA my bitch. So the moral of this story is that The Romani King always comes out on top in the end. 

Tony: Since you mentioned being the king of the Romani people, this dumb fuck is going around saying stupid Stereotypical things like calling us a caravan park, or that you’re a Romani retard, and that you’ve been defined by your losses. 

Michaels: Well I mean that’s his whole M.O., talk a big game, show a little bit of promise, and wilt away at the end. Faltering and flat out failure are what define Nate Cage. As for me being defined by losses, once again he gets oh so close yet somehow misses the mark. My losses have not defined me, but that have been the thing that hardened me, and made me one of the toughest bastards that’s ever laced up the boots. My losses have pushed me to work and strive more than any man, or woman in the locker room. It’s the fire that burns me for extra reps In The gym. It’s the little voice in my ear that screams kick out right before a ref’s hand hits the mat for a three count. My losses just add ammo for the Arsenal, and right now Nate you’re about to be run over by a fucking tank. as far as the Gypsy caravan thing goes, what else do you expect a racist prick like Nate Cage to say? He obviously didn’t hear me the first time when I said that I’ve found a kinship to people who have been hated, and despised, and slandered just because they exist. He didn’t hear when I said that I embraced a people that embraced me, and that I’ve chosen to be a representative of those who like myself have been disrespected and discounted. And yet no matter how many times we get kicked when we are down, we survive, and we hustle, and eventually we out work everyone of our haters to where their money lines our pockets. That is why I am not just the Romani King, but I am the soon to be Television Champion of OWA. AND I DEMAND SOME GODDAMN RESPECT!  And rest assured that one way or another I will get it. Nate Cage brags only been pinned four times? Well then maybe people will start to show me the proper respect when I become the fifth to do so. Cage better get ready, because he’s the next in line to hail to the king, baby!

( with that Michales, Del Mero, and Adams take their leave and the scene fades to black.)

The camera opens up outside the entrance of a youth summer camp. A single, small building sits amongst the overgrown vegetation surrounded by the tall trees, their vibrant green leaves softly illuminating from the bright moonlight. A wooden sign that says “Camp Heartbreak Valley” rocks back-and-forth from the wind, hanging ominously, with the word "Carnage" spray-painted in red over "Heartbreak Valley." The camera then zooms in towards a single campfire sitting by a small lake, surrounded by several small tents. Around the campfire are three different counselors: Zoey, Heidi, and Madison, all female and under 21, appearing to only be interested in the content on their smartphones. Karma is also sitting at the campfire, wearing a very small version of the basic light-tan polo shirts that the counselors are wearing, along with a mini-whistle dangling around Karma’s “neck.” As the camera settles on the campfire group, the audio begins picking up.
 
Zoey: (not looking up from her phone) Why can’t we ever get some good pot out in the woods? Ever noticed that the best weed is always found in the city?
 
Heidi: (not looking up from her phone) Huh, just got a notice that McDonald’s got some new pop-star themed meal… its Cardi B… apparently it’s just a bunch of wet macaroni or something though…
 
Madison: (not looking up from her phone) So anyways, what was your name again, new counselor? And yeah, we’re not gonna look up from our phones, it’s’ kind of our thing not to look at people when we talk to them.
 
Karma: It’s Karma, and what kind of whack-ass camp is this?! You know, I’ve been out here for hours, and not once had I seen any sorry-ass white boy with some pawn shop acoustic guitar singing “Kumbaya” for these over-privileged kids! Now, how bout we set this shit off right, by telling a good ghost story!
 
Zoey: I’ll try to look up a ghost story… have you heard about some phantom chick names “La Llorona?”
 
Heidi: I’m pretty sure that’s the name of some Cartel drug kingpin and former champion… but maybe not, I never saw any Are You Afraid of the Dark episode that covered it… I’m so bored right now!
 
Madison: Isn’t there one about the caller being inside the house? Or the monster under the bed? I’m drawing a blank… Karma, you’re our newest “Heartbreak Counselor,” why don’t you tell us a story?
 
Karma: Like I was gonna let you distracted hoes butcher the opportunity! And I happen to know a TRUE GHOST STORY… one where the “killer” has never been found! Don’t piss your panties, this shit about to get SPOOKY! Now on a night… just like tonight… hell, it’ll be a night just like the next Odyssey, because we all know who the “killer” is… THE BANSHEE!!! Camp Heartbreak is right, because that anime bitch is bout to get her heart broken... perhaps literally, ha!
 
Heidi: What’s a Banshee? Isn’t that one of the X-Men or something?
 
Zoey: Nah, Silver Banshee is some Supergirl villain or something. Don’t know what “X-Men” are though.
 
Karma: You dumb bitches are bout to be educated, because this story always ends the same way… with those who are either too stupid or too clueless to recognize just how dangerous The Queen of the Monsters truly is! Spoiler alert, you three bitches are gonna die!
 
At that moment, The Banshee emerges from one of the nearby tents, a bloodied axe in her hand, and a smile on her face. She grabs Madison by the hair, holding her up as she cocks her head to the side, still staring down Madison. She then drops the axe as she plunges both her thumbs directly inside Madison’s eyes, bright-red blood squirting out in pressurized bursts. Heidi drops her phone as she turns to run, but The Banshee leaps out and snatches her by the hair. She looks at her menacingly.
 
The Banshee: And where do you think you’re going? We’re just getting ready to make some s’mores too! But wouldn’t you know it, Karma forgot to pick up marshmallows on the way here…
 
Karma: Now wait a damn minute! Don’t blame me, especially with the resources around this broke-ass state. You ever entered one of those “ma & pa” country stores around here? They don’t even carry Advil, which this bitch is gonna need in one minute!
 
The Banshee: Regardless… I might have the perfect substitute… now dig in!
 
The Banshee then forces Madison’s mouth open with one hand, before raising up a small cup with her other one… the small cup is full of live creatures such as millipedes, cockroaches, earthworms, and spiders. The Banshee pours the cup directly into Madison’s open mouth, her wide-eyes nearly popping out her skull from sheer fright and disgust. She immediately begins retching as she collapses to the ground, while The Banshee turns her attention towards Zoey, who has retreated inside her yellow sleeping bag. Unfazed, The Banshee walks right over to the sleeping bag, standing at the end of it.
 
The Banshee: Ah, the typical “safest place” to hide for you idiots… (sarcastically) oh no, it’s a sleeping bag! Now I possibly could never penetrate this cloak of invincibility, not with my weak evil powers… hmmm… well, when life gives you lemons…
 
The Banshee then picks up the zipped-up sleeping bag with Zoey inside, holding the feet end underneath her arm with relative ease. Gripping the bag tightly, The Banshee then slams it against a solid oak tree, a loud scream of pain echoing from inside the bag! The Banshee continues to slam the bag against the tree like a lumberjack chopping away with an axe, the screams silenced long before The Banshee drops the now-bloodied bag, pools of blood forming all around the bag.
 
Karma: OOH! OOH! I KNOW THIS! YOU MAKE LEMONADE BITCHES!
 
The Banshee:... goddammit Karma… ANYWAYS, while it’s always fun to turn a bunch of sorority sisters into a bunch of blood sponges, there are far more pressing matters to address… namely, the ATHENA’S CUP TOURNAMENT! Now, this time last year, The Banshee was only a supporting player, where Morrighan was still the “main star” in the shit-show that was our SECOND match against the current Women’s Champion, Jonetta Stone… Thanks to a rookie mistake by Morrighan, Jonetta was able to steal a win… which eventually led to her winning the Athena’s Cup last year, successfully cashing it in at FD3 to become the Women’s Champion… but Jonetta, that’s my property you’re holding around your waist, and I’m coming to claim it, one way… or another…
 
The Banshee: That leads me to you, Revy… Quite the wildcard you’ve become since Jonetta embarrassed and humiliated you, all in the name of “friendship!” But look at what that transformed you into… a beautiful and deadly butterfly, one with the real potential to end the Ivory Doll’s reign… Unfortunately for you, Dr. Kooky’s magical stone of future sight seems to have malfunctioned a bit, because you were told the Athena’s Cup is your ONLY means of getting to Jonetta again… Now, let’s go over this again… so a WIZARD told you that you can WIN the Athena’s Cup? Someone’s been watching one too many Saturday morning cartoons… Maybe you should stick to Bed, Bath, & Beyond for your bullshit purchases, because they at least have a decent return policy, but your path to Jonetta isn’t through the Athena’s Cup… because your path ENDS with The Banshee!
 
Karma: Bitch be believing in wizards and shit! Let’s see if she believes in ghosts!
 
The Banshee: Yes, Revy, things are going quite well for you right now… hell, you were part of GameOver’s Main Event! Meanwhile, what was my REWARD for destroying Diantha Rosso at the Odyssey prior to the event? NOTHING! No future title shots! No merchandise deals! Not even a match on the PPV, or even Atlantis: Multi-pass or whatever the hell they called it! But that’s to be expected, especially with Aria Jaxon, the sheer embodiment of corruption, sitting at the helm as the GM. She doesn’t want to promote a monster like me… or you! She wants to put the belt around the waist of ancient has-beens like Dulce and Natalie, two more Odyssey pillars that WILL be destroyed soon… Revy, me and you are not considered “friendly draws” in the OWA office… but me so more than you, because NO MATTER WHO I DESTROY, I’ve only gotten TWO championship match opportunities… but no longer content on “waiting” for “opportunities,” I’ve decided to create my own… it started last week when I put the Kaiju-pretender BIANCA down like a rabid dog… yes, she had a lot of fight, but in the end, I showed her and everyone that I am the TRUE QUEEN OF THE MONSTERS!
 
Karma: It's the Pillar Pillager, recognize greatness when it graces your presence, fool!
 
The Banshee: Revy, you can invade all the sorcerer’s homes all you want, dropping gas bombs like you’re living out a Batman fantasy, but one thing you can’t do is PREVAIL OVER ME! I’m sure you might even be feeling extra-motivated to defeat me in your home state, seeing as you’re from Houston, but against Odyssey’s Greatest Threat, there is NO SUCH THING as home-court advantage. In fact, you can bring all the weapons you want, Solid Snake… bring your pretty little “flashbangs,” your automatic weapons, and even that collection of “medieval torture devices” hidden under your bed that you’ve been saving for a rainy day… too bad the weather isn’t looking up for you, because I plan to shower in your blood before the live Dallas crowd, though they don’t deserve to witness such a spectacle! I’m sure the fans, and even you, have enjoyed your own little Cinderella story play out, but guess what? The clock struck midnight THE INSTANT you were matched up against The Banshee in this tournament… and you seem to be fresh-out of fairy godmothers at the moment!
 
Karma: Yeah bitch, better click your glass slippers together and wish your ass was back home!
 
The Banshee: Um, Karma? Wrong movie, you’re thinking of The Wizard of Oz… and Revy, you’re gonna wish you had met a REAL wizard once we cross paths in the ring in Dallas… Perhaps your dead brother could serve as an example for you. That moron actually tried to wield power he couldn’t control, but because he was too stupid and impatient, his quest for power ended up with him as fucking worm food! But what does Mongoose have to do with our conversation? Think about it: you are trifling with a being whose powers don’t just come from the darkness or any parallel realms… they all come from the crazy chaos inside my fractured mind! However, seeing as you’re almost as insane as I am… you can actually understand my motivations… Right now, I’m very motivated to win the Athena’s Cup, because I’m very motivated to break every bone in Jonetta’s face, forcing her to wear that Ivory Mask to cover up the permanent damage that I fully intend to inflict upon her! But nothing is quite as painful to a wrestler, then to be the one to take away that which she covets the most: the OWA Women’s Championship!
 
Karma: Jonetta is bout to get it from all sides! Bitch better know we coming for that belt!
 
The Banshee: You know, sometimes “killing” shouldn’t be viewed as murder, especially when death is “necessary.” Revy, while your brother’s death was both FOOLISH and UNNECESSARY, you have a rare opportunity: don’t show up, and I won’t seek you out. You live to fight another day, but something tells me that you won’t take the offer up: personally, I wouldn’t have it any other way! But before you try to take me on, Jill Valentine, keep in mind what your dreamboat idiot Jojo said to you: “You are bound to face more disappointment.” Wise words to heed, because if you think you’re advancing any further in this tournament, than yes, you will be GREATLY DISAPPOINTED! Next Saturday night, the Generalissima finally faces off against the Wraith of the Ring… Shin-SEKAI can’t help you… your brother can’t save you… you are all alone in this world, Revy… that makes you my favorite kind of victim: one that won’t be missed when gone!”
 
The Banshee lets out a scream that causes the campfire to erupt in high orange and red flames, before the feed cuts to black.

Opera is for losers.

(The camera is zoomed in on the doors of an arena. It’s quiet. Very quiet. That is until a few seconds later we see the new Hybrid Champion, walking to exit the arena with his agent, Archie. Elijah, looking like his normal dapper self with a snazzy black turtleneck. WITH SOME MAJOR BLING! Not talking about his watch nor his icy chain. Talking about that championship on his shoulder! Elijah walks down the steps and commotion begins to ensue, with many photographers taking pictures.)

Elijah: “Oh my god! What is this? I’ve been ambushed! Oh no! Please! No!”

(Elijah then notices a big rock to his left and stands on it, posing with the title as he proudly hoists it in the air with his arm fully extended. After about twenty seconds, making sure they got his good side, he’s had enough and steps down.)

Elijah: “Ugh, life as an A-list celeb. For you normies, celeb is short for celebrity. Being a celeb, you have to take the good with the bad. Such as, always being bombarded with unwanted attention, like the papzz. Oh, right, that’s short for paparazzi. They always know where you are. Always asking you questions. Always taking pictures. I hate it! I want to be lowkey! Live a lowkey lifestyle! But I must get used to it. A star gets star treatment. And make no mistake about it, I’m a star baby! I’m shining bright! I’m feeling hot! And I’m gonna continue to burn through my competition! And — oh, one second.”

(Elijah turns to his assistant with the evil eye. He whispers in his ear, but you can’t hear the words. Archie then claps his hands as two men appear in the shot with a rolled-up red carpet, as Elijah walks down it.)

Elijah: “They often say that a championship changes a person. Especially those who have never won one before. I of course don’t fall under this category because I’m a big-time winner! But for those who are rather new to achieving any form of success — it’s understandable, I suppose. They get caught up in the moment. They get a taste of fame and they get lost. Losing who they are, what they stand for. Turning their back on their principles, their values. Some say they become someone they’re not. While others argue it reveals their true identity. And it’s not pretty — something I can’t relate to. But at the end of the day, who’s to say, hmm? All I know is, this championship — this once ugly and tacky as fuck piece of metal — turned stunning and just an overall sexy golden piece of art after my touch, it won’t change Humble Hampton. So hey, this win, let’s not treat this as a big thing. No need to celebrate. Let’s just go on with our day and live our normal lives, okay? Geeeez...”

(Elijah begins walking again. The camera zooms out a bit to show where he’s going. And oh my god, what’s going on here? It’s a full-on party. There’s a marching band and cheerleaders. Monster trucks doing some jumps in the background. Sword swallowers and fire breathing acts. Fireworks. Elijah puts on some goggles as a crowd showers him in champagne. They then put him up on their shoulders. A group of professional trampoline basketball dunkers start jumping around. Passing it off the backboard until Elijah gets off the people’s shoulders and goes for a 360 no scope, between the legs SLAM and gets it!)

Elijah: “Like I said, let’s not make a big deal of this. There’s no need. I’m the OWA Hybrid World Heavyweight Champion of the Universe and you know what? It’s whatever. Besides, I don’t do this for championships. I don’t do this for the accolades or the praise. I do it for you. I do it for the people. You motivate me. You give me strength. And I wanted to repay you. You’ve been so loyal. You’ve stuck with me since day one. Through thick and thin. Sickness and in health — just health actually since I’m tough af. But you deserve this win. Not me, you! The thing is, this isn’t even my championship. No. This — THIS?! This is our championship!!! This is our trophy! It’s just that it stays at my house. And has my name on it. And will be in my hands at all times because I individually won it. But it’s still ours, mhm! I’m just glad I won this for you. Just like I’m glad Nobi is no longer our Hybrid Champion. That egotistical, conniving sack of shit is no more! He’s gone. Gone forever. As a matter of fact, no longer allowed in OWA. No longer allowed in professional wrestling. I took it upon myself to personally ban him. And because I’m the champion, I have that power. I call the shots! I’m the sheriff around these parts! Pew pew! Pew pew pew! ...PEW!!!!!! HEADSHOT! And speaking of shots, Nobi will never get a shot at this title again! NEVER! BANNED!! FOR LIFE! Haha! Don’t you see? This is great news! He can’t hurt you anymore. And because of me, he will never hurt anyone ever again! Man, the things I do to protect you. The lengths I’m willing to go to make sure your OWA viewing experience is the best it can possibly be. And what’s best for OWA, is no more Nobi. He got Teddy Mac’d. I guess karma is a bitch, biiiiiiiitch!” 

“This celebration is cool and all. Totally wasn’t my idea. Was blindsided by it. Because as you know, I don’t like being the center of attention. Would rather just be in the background, chillin. But I appreciate it, really. It’s kinda hot out here though. Anyone have some mineral water on you? I’m parched.”

(Archie the Agent hands him a bottle of water Elijah takes the cap off and starts spraying it everywhere.)

Elijah: “DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS?”

Archie: “Uhhh.....water?”

Elijah: “NO! IT’S RAIN! But to be more specific who is it?”

Archie: “Wait, who?”

Elijah: “IT’S FINNEGAN WAKEFIELD! BECAUSE FINN, MY FORMER CLOSE FRIEND AND ALLY — A MAN I WOULD HAVE TAKEN ONE — NO, SEVEN BULLETS FOR, HAS MANAGED TO RAIN ALL OVER MY PARADE! Finn, I’m heated! Real hot right now. A real hot potato. What you did at Game Over was not cool. Not cool at all. Turning your bony back on your family, The Blacklist? What the — what’s the word I’m searching for? Oh yeah, FUUUUUUCK? WHAT THE FUCK?! What’s your problem, bud? What’s your deal, pal? Hmmm? Why would you betray us? We took you in. We gave you food. We gave you shelter. I gave you the shirt off my back! Speaking of which, keep your eyes peeled for the new Hybrid Hampton t-shirt dropping this week. Link in the description. BUT WHAT THE HELL, FINN? You — you — YOU USED ME! I saw you as a friend! A brother! But clearly, the feeling wasn’t mutual. All I was to you — was a means to an end. That’s it? You, Finn, you stabbed me in the back. Even worse....



Elijah: “We were a tight-knit group. And what we knitted was a big ol’ cozy quilt for some snug snugs. And you Finn, you were part of the fabric! You were part of something special! And you ruined it all. You stitched all over it! You made a decision. A bad one. One that wasn’t well thought out. Spur of the moment. And now, we find ourselves in this weird situation. Finn not being a part of The Blacklist is weird. Because people will always associate you with us. You were there throughout it all! I mean, let’s be real, The Blacklist kinda made you. If there was no Blacklist, there would have been no Finn Wakefield.”

Archie: “He was with you guys for like two weeks.”

Elijah: “I was shocked! SHOCKED! When you left us in the dust. Being all selfish and arrogant. Nothing new I guess from you. We were supposed to be besties forever. Fiveever even. But not no mo. From friend to foe. Just like that! I don’t know. My head is spinning. My heart is aching. I haven’t slept. I haven’t eaten anything in like three hours. I’m stressed. And it’s all your fault. I should feel great. I should feel refreshed, recharged after my big win but you managed to overshadow my big night. You managed to take the wind from my sails. AHHHHH! Who could have seen this coming?! TELL ME! WHO?!?!?!?”

Archie: “Literally everyone?”

Elijah: “No. No, you’re just saying that because you know that it happened. You’re trying to be all smart. Stop. Anyway — I see that now, I’m supposed to fight Finn. In the main event, aka my home. But like, I never agreed to this. I’m the champion. Therefore I set up my own schedule. I have to approve my matches, my opponents. And this week I agreed to go toe to toe with one of the greatest combat competitors we have ever seen in Nate Robinson. Then a month from now I was supposed to fight Ben Askren. So what is this, hmmm? This some kind of sick joke? Because ugh, I would love to teach Finn a lesson! For crossing The Blacklist! For crossing me! Make an example out of him. Send a message with his lifeless body AFTER I KNOCK HIM OUT COLD! OR WARM. I DON’T CARE, EITHER WAY, HE GOING NIGHT NIGHT! IM FIRED UP! But — hmm, I don’t know — I’m not really feeling it this week. I had a thing today. And it’s just messing with my schedule so I feel off. Plus Nobi pulled a bitch move in our match and tried to claw my eyes out. The camera just didn’t capture it. But it happened. Trust me. So I’m wounded. Not at 110%. I know, I know — I’m tough. Tough as they come. That’s why I’m pushing for this match with Finn. Trying to convince the doctors that I’m good to go because I’m a fighting champion. But above all else, I’m a competitor. I like to roll up my turtleneck sleeves and put in the work! But I also know I have to play it smart. I have to listen to my body. Just like I have to listen to my team. Because they have my best interest at heart. That’s right — they, unlike Finn, care about me. They think about me. Thinking carefully when it comes to making big decisions — raising the question as to how it will affect me? Which is the most important thing. I’m aware. Aware of my surroundings. Aware of those around me. And I can’t help but feel sorry for my opponent this week. Because not only did Finn lose his chance at becoming a tag team champion and triple crown winner or whatever, but he also lost something much bigger, something way more important — my priceless friendship. He’s lost so much! And if I go out there and dad dick him on Olympus? It’s just piling it on. Making him feel even more down. Even more useless. Then I’m the bad guy. I don’t want to be the bad guy. I don’t have a mean bone in my body. I’m the good guy. I’m the hero. But I can’t be your hero, Finn. Nor can I kiss away the pain. I will NOT stand by you forever either. Because you kinda betrayed me and such. HOWEVER, I will take your breath away....AFTER I SNAP YOUR NECK! DAAAMN WTF?! YOU GON DO HIM LIKE THAT?! MHHHHMMMM! It’s time, Finn. It’s time for your physical pain to match my emotional pain. Even exceed it. You being the reason for both. Ugh, you’re the worst. And I HATE you. Like, a lot.”

(After Game Over, Revy is sitting on the curb outside of the arena with her head down, still in her attire. Revy with her hands on her head, clutching her skull. Frustration, angst, constant questioning of what could had been done. Still in her ring attire she wore mere hours ago and and bag besides her. The camera pans out, an empty parking lot. Revy, unable to lift her head up, when suddenly, a bottle of beer is presented to her face. She slowly looks up.)


Revy: What do you want?


Jojo: I was looking for you. You stormed out of the locker room pretty quickly there. 


(Revy grabs the beer and takes a small sip.)


Revy: Yeah, leave me alone. 


Jojo: Come on! Cheer Up. You fought well there. You’ll get it next time.


Revy: You’re not my brother. Don’t go trying to replace him or some shit. 


Jojo: I’m not. I don’t want to. 


Revy: Then why are you even here? Taking up this position, I mean?


Jojo: Look, I can tell we got off on the wrong foot. I came out of nowhere taking up this position and you shot me with an arrow and…


Revy: I’m not apologizing for that.


Jojo: And I’m not gonna make you. 


(Jojo sits down on the curb besides Revy who inches away from him.)


Jojo: April tells me a lot about you. She’s really proud of the progress you have made since you started and feel you have grown as a wrestler. But as a person, you haven’t really changed.


(Revy glares at him with eyes as sharp as knives.)


Jojo: But I meant that as a good thing. One thing April really admired about you is that you always lost, but were able to get over it quickly because wins and losses, they were not important. It wasn’t something you dwell in, yet tonight, it seems like you are taking this really hard. 


Revy: You think? I haven’t felt like this since I let Mizuko or April down in tag matches, but this time, it just feels so much heavier. I really wanted this. I really wanted to win. I tried so hard and came up empty handed, and normally, seeing other people in these boots, I’d laugh my ass off for putting up with this crap. But now, believing that I was so close, but now, so far from it, I don’t get it. Why? What is the point of this fight? It shouldn’t sting as much as letting April down. All I really did was let myself down, but still, it doesn’t go away. I don’t give a shit about myself. I was prepare to die on that hill, taking that title off Jonetta by any means necessary, and seeing her walk away with it…. It feels like this feeling will never go away. Goose told me to go out and do my own thing, and even when I try my best, I’m a failure.


Jojo: I don’t think that’s a bad thing. 


Revy: What you mean? 


Jojo: I’m still trying to understand how this business works, so forgive me if I seem like I’m out of line here. But I think you get it now. Yeah, you gave it your all and you lost, and that  sucks, but so have a lot of people. That’s just a part of the process of growing up. In life, you are bound to face more disappointment, but that pain is a reminder of humanity. It’s ok to be upset. It’s ok to ask yourself what you’ve could had done different. But it’s important to not stay or stray too far from it. Sitting around here feeling sorry for yourself or running away from it gets you nowhere. What you have to do is just….. Keep trying. 


Revy: But what if that was my only shot? What if I failed and I fall back into a deep spiral of trying to be friends with someone and falling back into tag team wrestling?! 


Jojo: I thought you went to therapy for that? Anyway, that’s besides the point. You could do that if you want. We aren’t gonna stop you if that is what you want. So Revy, what do you want?


Revy: I want to take the title off Jonetta. I want Jonetta to suffer. I want the OWA Woman’s Championship.


Jojo: Then we’ll work on plan B, and this time, you got us. As crazy as your brother was, he once told me, “If you want to go faster, go alone. If you want to go farther, go together.” 


Revy: But I want it nooooow! I’m not getting any younger here. Ugh, I hated when he goes all Dr. Suess on us. 


Jojo: Me too. So… what’s next? 


Revy: I don’t know yet. I’m trying to figure that out. 


Jojo: It’s getting late, we can figure this all out later. Let’s head back. 


Revy: I don’t want to. I don’t know what I need to do next.  I …. I… just need something… ANYTHING! 


(Jojo takes a drink from his bottle, looks over at Revy’s bottle, still full. He finishes his drink and rolls his eyes. He grabs Revy’s bottle and drinks it all, Revy, just watching him chug. Jojo lets out a sigh.)


Jojo: Alright, so I know this guy. He might be able to help you. MIGHT! The thing is, he and I, we aren’t really on good terms because Goose and I….


Revy: You really think he can help me?


(Jojo looking at Revy, whom for the first time since the match seems to have a little hope.)


Jojo: Yeah, I think he can. But you need to rest up. It’s gonna be a long flight til we see him. Come on. 




(Four Days and one Odyssey Card later)



(Camera pans over a library in an undisclosed location. The sunlight beaming through a glass stained window with an unfamiliar design or ancient logo. A man with a cloak is meditating in the in the middle of the study room, humming mantras. The man opens his eyes,something seems off….. CRASH! Something has flown through his window and hit the floor. The man exams the foreign object, and realizes too late as gas begins to leak out of the canister. The man begins to cough as his voice becomes strain. And from the skylight above, a figure in black springs into the room and drops down and kicks the man in the face. The figure in black quickly grabs a ziptie and clasp the man arms and proceeds to snap his fingers, the man, unable to scream from the gas. As the gas begins to dissipates, the figure in black removes the gas mask, revealing it was Revy who had just invade the home. The man, struggling to speak tries.)


???: Cough… Who…. are you? And … cough.. Why are you doing this?!


Jojo: Revy?! What is going on here?! Doc?!! Someone get some water.


(Jojo checks on the man and tries to release him from the ziptie.)
 
Revy: I wouldn’t drink if I were him. It makes it worse.


Jojo: Revy! This is the friend I was telling you about. He’s a friend in the mystic arts and apparently can see into the future. I didn’t tell you to attack him!


Revy: First 2 rules of dealing with a wizard! Take out their ability to speak and take out their ability to make hand signs! After that! They can’t do shit! 


Jojo: That’s not the point! I’m sorry Dr. Kooky! You need to show this man some respect, Revy. This is Kevin Kooky, world renown plastic surgeon before he became a wizard that defends the Earth from magical threat!


Revy: Hold the fuck up! None of this makes sense. If Goose knew about this guy and new magic exists, why didn’t he ever pursue this shit and instead went for that fuck demon’s power’s instead.


Jojo: Well, it’s like you said, Revy, Goose didn’t think it was worth learning magic that requires speaking and making hand gestures! No offense, Doc. 


Revy: Yeah, that sounds like something he would say. Anyway, I HAD TO DO THIS! 


Jojo: Why? I’m sure we could had asked?!


Revy: Bet? Hey Doc, if I had asked you if I can borrow your doohickety to look for any possibilities in which I could win the OWA Women’s Championship, would you had let me?!


(The Doc struggling to say No, but can only Cough)


Revy: SEE! HE WASN’T GONNA LET ME! 


Jojo: That still doesn’t mean you can just enter a man’s inner sanctum like that! Look, Doc, I’m sorry, but can she just borrows this real quick?!


Dr. Kooky: I can’t let her or else she could risk altering the timeline and dooming the universe, especially in the hands of someone as unstable and irresponsible as… GASP!!


(Revy sucker punches him in the throat and rips the amulet around his neck)


Revy: Rule Two with dealing with wizards, don’t make bargains with them. Now are you sure this guy is the real deal? I feel like he should had seen that coming.


Jojo: I don’t know, I’ve never felt I needed to know the future. I just go with the flow.


Revy: I AIN’T GOT TIME FOR THAT SHIT! How does this thing work? 


Dr. Kooky: Don’t… that’s… gasp… the time...rock.


Revy: Time… Rock? This sounds like it. What I do? Snort it?! Let me call Carlos!


Jojo: No, you just simply place it on your forehead and you’ll be able to see into the future. 


Revy: How do you figure that?!


(Jojo points at the tapestry behind them indicating just that.)


Revy: Oh… how convenient. Ok. Lets do this. Wait… should I do this? What if I do this and it tells me I never had a chance of winning? What if I just don’t have what it takes to ever win the world championship? What if I am destined to always be a failure that gets abandoned by everyone? How can I live a life knowing that no matter what I do, I just can’t change…


(Revy sees Dr. Kooky reaching for something and quickly steps on his already broken fingers.)


Revy: HE WAS REACHING FOR SOMETHING!


Dr. Kooky: I was trying to call the cops on you all!


Revy: THIS MAN CAN SUMMON AND CONTROL THE POLICE! Alright, I’m convinced now. What do I even got to lose at this point?


(Revy places the gem on her forehead as her eyes begins to glow, a note appears on the bottom of the screen, saying “This is why the title of this promo is called “Cowboy And Indians”.... Heh. Revy’s head and body begins to convulse before she prys the gem off her of head and places it back in the amulet. Revy shocked and winded from what she had just witnessed in a matter of mere seconds.)


Jojo: Did you see?!


Revy: Yes. I saw 14 million different outcomes.


Jojo: How many did you win?


(Revy and Jojo look at one another, pausing intentionally to build tension.)


Revy: … 69 (Revy looks directly at the camera)…. But only one of them is within this year.


Jojo: Ok, so what you gotta do. 


Revy: I gotta win… the Athena Cup.


(Awkward Silence)


Revy: What?


Jojo: Revy, we didn’t need to go through all this. It’s literally on the card posted this week, you’re in the Athena Cup and you always could had won it and used it at anytime to get a rematch. 


Revy: You think I check the announcements?! I’M BANNED FROM THE OFFICIAL ODYSSEY DISCORD SERVER! 


Jojo: Why are you banned?!


Revy: Apparently talking shit about Olympus is “too offensive.” Alright, now that I know what I gotta do. Lets get out of here. Thanks a lot Doc, couldn’t had done this without you. Send April the bill for all this! 


(Revy leaves the building as the Doc continues to writhe in pain.)


Jojo: Hey Doc, speaking of which. I got some problems of my own. I have been having some really vivid nightmares every night and I swear I’m hearing voices 


Dr. Kooky: GET OOOOOOOUT! Please…. Just…. Cough… get out!! 


Jojo: Alright, sorry again. I’ll have an ambulence come get ya. Send April the bill! 


(Jojo quickly sprints out of the room as the camera pans over the man in the feetle position on the floor, crying)



(Fast Foward to present day, as Revy is her personal gym, punching a bag as she sings to herself “You’re the Best Around” by Joe Esposito. Revy notices the camera and turns towards it as she rips off her boxing gloves and grabs a towel and wipes her forehead.)


Revy: Alright, Sheriff, Daisy. I know you got big hope and dreams, and that dream is finally being able to get a win over me, and any other day of the week, you can have that. But with what is on the line, I’m afraid it’s gonna have to keep being a dream. Don’t get me wrong, you have grown a lot since the good ole days. Remember that? We would constantly fight one another, and some how, you were just that one person that couldn’t beat me, and next thing you know, you were LAW Champion, and I was like, “oh damn… Daisy did it! Shit, now I gotta sign.” But for whatever reason, you left and I was like, “damn, I just joined and Daisy done left” and I just couldn’t figure out why……


But you’re here now, and back on LAW and now we meet again! But alas, it had to be over the Athena Cup, and when I say this, I mean it. It’s not you… It’s Jonetta. Because as far as she is concern, I ain’t done with her. And yeah, I know Matsuda has next in line, but I’m gonna bank on the fact Jonetta retains, and I can win the Cup and get my god damn rematch and do this once and for all. And what cooler way to do that than to use the same cup she used to win the world title the first time. You get what I’m saying, Daisy?! You feeling me?! Please, don’t make me shoot the sheriff! 


What the fuck, Daisy?! I thought we were cool! I have never asked you for anything in my life, and now that I do, you can’t even give me this!? All because of some grudge from a few years back that I happen to just keep reminding you in a daily basis on discord, passing you by, and by strip-a-gram.  YOU’RE WELCOME, BY THE WAY! But I see how it is. Fine. We’ll do this the hard way. The harsh way. The WAAAAY, where I gotta beat your ass again, and believe me, this won’t be the same ass beating as last time. I need this, I want this, and I’m ready to murk anyone that stands in my way. I get it though. All these years I’ve been pushing Daisy, surely my comeuppances will come, but wrong! YOU GONNA BE PUSHING UP DAISY IF YOU DON’T BACK THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE ATHENA CUP AND LET ME HAVE THIS! JUST LIKE… BE COOL, GURL! PLEASE! DON’T MAKE ME DO THIS!  I like you, I really do! 


WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE THIS SO HARD?! HOW WILL IT MATTER IF YOU JUST EAT ANOTHER LOSS BY ME?! REVY! IN THOUSAND YEARS, NONE OF THAT WILL MATTER, BUT WHEN I WIN, YOU KNOW WHAT WELL HAPPEN?! A DEAD JONETTA STONE, AND DON’T YOU THINK THAT IS A MUCH BETTER FUTURE! THINK, DAISY, THIIIIINK! IN THE END, WHAT WILL YOU HAVE?! 


Don’t you say it, you son of a bitch! I can’t even right now. Don’t you say, “You” Fuck, god, you’re adorable! Stop making that face. If you keep doing that, I’ll have to beat it to a bloody pulp. Don’t think I won’t do it. This is a different Revy now. I got goals, I got dreams and ambitions too. And a wizard told me I can make it all happen just by winning the Athena Cup. You don’t get it. Long story. But Daisy, please. Don’t make me hurt you more than I have too. The world doesn’t need a Daisy Thrash gone for a period of time once more. I missed you, and gosh, I wouldn’t want to end up missing you again once more. You catching my drift? Koo. Back to working out.

(Revy finger guns to the camera and does a click click noise before walking away. Screen goes black.)