We’re still in Osaka, Japan but this is a distance away from the Red Light district. Instead, now we’re at the Condo owned by Noah Reigner. We can tell this by the SSW Tag Team Championship that sits on the table at the entrance way. Just a few nights ago the Corsairs were successful in regaining the Tag Team championships by winning the Inaugural Tag Team spirit rumble and defeating Aria Jaxon and Cloud Matsuda, as well as thirteen other teams. Moving further into the condo, we find Noah Reigner sitting on the sofa. He sat on the edge of the cushion, his elbows and forearms rested on his legs, a remote control in his hand and in front of him on the television was paused footage of last week’s OWA Olympus event. His eyes find the camera. The welcomed intruder to his Japanese home, Noah greeted him with a smirk.

“This is the fun part. I know I don’t necessarily need to do this. All of my peers, whether they like me or whether they hate me - all of my peers already know the lengths of stupidity that my opponents meet; but this isn’t for them. This is for you, Eon Blue. This is for you, Noah Quinn - and this is especially for you, Mark Michaels. This is to educate you ignorant fools. Actually, ‘ignorant’ is mild - you fucking idiots. This joke, this shared delusion between three of OWA’s weakest talents - believing that they’re god-tier, has gone on long enough. Shame on you, Aren for letting it go on as long as you have. But it’s better late than never, I suppose. I know you’ve been catching a verbal lashing from this group of twits since announcing the match, but that’s only because they know it’s soon to be all over for them. Do you stooges know how I know that? Because of the hilarious, yet extremely pitiful attempts on all of your part - at being this hard, bad ass motherfucker. I’ll admit though, it’s funny watching you - Mark - getting flamed on social because, like I said, every one of our peers already knows the extent of your stupidity. So watching this act fail miserably and watching you fall on your faces while you try to convince everyone you’re going to wipe the floor with us, is quite amusing. But I’m not going to sit here and educate you on the social media aspect, because you were already sonned there by our favorite greasy, alley-way dwelling edgelord who’s soon to be the next World Champion - Darkane. Instead, Mark, I’m going to use the time to verbally smack you around as a prelude to the physical abuse you’re going to endure at Final Destination Three.”

“I listened to what you had to say. Trying your best to defend what happened at Olympus while also trying to say that I was ‘so close’ once again but never really had it. That’s funny. I seem to specifically remember the referee counting the one - two - and just as his hand was mere millimeters away, Eon Blue saved your ass by pulling the referee out of the ring. You can claim I didn’t have you all you want, video doesn’t lie. Shall we take a look?”

Noah glances toward the television, pressing play. ...







[ LIVE FOOTAGE ]
“Hm. Kill Shot. Hollow Point onto the chair. One, Two, Thr-- Blue with an attack. I don’t know, Mark, that’s pretty decisive if you ask me. I mean, hell - Aria Jaxon couldn’t even kick out of the Hollow Point just a few days ago, and she’s a certified legend - hall of famer - legit bad ass - while you play pretend. We all know that was the end for you, there was no other way around it. But, of course, you and your cohorts play it off as if it didn’t happen, as if the end wasn’t a fraction of a second away because you’re trying to save face. You’re trying to desperately cling on to anything that could make you look somewhat credible, that you’re grasping at straws and blatantly lying - trying to say this match was in your favor. I urge you, watch the match back - Mark. You’ll see that you had brief sections of offense but it would have never translated to success. But that’s your problem, Mark. You never translate to success - not real success anyway. That’s why you and your boys are trying so hard to downplay what I’ve done elsewhere because you could never mirror that success. You could never even come close to something like the EAW World Championship, Rookie of the Year or any of the other accolades I picked up there, so you shit on it. You are too much of a bitch to catch a plane to Japan because you know I dominate and destroy this country like a fucking Kaiju, so you shit on it. You stay in your safe bubble, the low card bubble, and look up at me consumed with hate - because you want to be where I am. You want every one of your peers in OWA to respect you - like they do me. Whether they love or hate me, they respect me - they respect my talent. Even in the back of that small, feeble little mind of yours Michaels, you respect me. But you won’t let yourself admit it, so you decide to throw shade - to spit bile and venom at me, because you're a shit person. Wallowing in your own self-pity, so you throw up this wall. You build this entire ‘persona’ of a bad ass, but in reality - everyone sees through it. Everyone around you sees you exactly for what you are; a pathetic, worthless goof. I don’t like you, Mark. I think you’re a self-centered, whiney, crybaby piece of crap that can’t back up the verbal diarrhea that you spew - so you act tough and pray that people forget about the incredible failure that you are. Take pride in that Hybrid Championship, take pride in the Awakenings dominance, and take pride that you're latched onto Fiora’s dick like a third, fourth and fifth testicle because that is all you have. But the second a real threat is revealed, one that poses a severe threat to all you cherish? You go on the defensive. Back to the complaining that we don’t ‘deserve’ it. Back to the whining that you have to uphold your duties as a champion and defend the title. You want to call me a coward for the attack before the match? Call it an eye-for-an-eye, bitch. The Awakening, just like the Dynasty, have made their bones on the sneak attacks and the cowardice - so I evened the playing field. Everyone saw just a glimpse of the future at Olympus, Mark. Deny it all you want, which you have and which you will continue to do, but it doesn’t make it any less true. You have nothing ‘in store’ for me, except for more of your tried and true speeches about being better than you truly are. You have nothing ‘in store’ for me, except for more idle threats - just like you did the week leading into Olympus. Final Destination Three is going to be the conclusion of what I started at Olympus. Trust me when I say, driving your head through the chair was just the tip of the iceberg. The real hit comes when I forcefully remove that championship from your grasp, from Quinn’s grasp and from Blue’s grasp. And when we’re finished with you, you’ll go back to obscurity which is where you fucking belong. Don’t ever forget that. As long as I’m around, you’ll never be more than what you are now; a second-rate piece of crap no one cares about. Told you I’m blunt.. The only time you’ll ever have world class notoriety is when I say your name. That’s facts.”

Noah shrugged. A shrug that arrogantly said, “sorry not sorry”. Noah powered off the television, standing and moving toward the balcony of his condo. It overlooked the city of Osaka which was lit up brilliantly by the setting son.

“Let’s shift focus to mister Clairvoyant, Eon Blue. Proud as all hell that he can ‘predict’ what I would say, what Liz and what Nobi would say. It’s not hard when you and your entire team bait us into saying those things, though. One of you dares question why we ‘think’ we’re as good as we say, and when we reply with an answer - you snap your fingers, point at the t.v. like your Leo DiCaprio in Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. Hell, I knew the three of you would come out with the same bullshit spiel that you’re better than us, that we don’t deserve the chance, and that you’ve been ‘dominant’ in OWA - but do you see any of us clapping and patting ourselves on the back? Nah, because we know that comes with the territory. You’re not smart Blue, and you continuing to downplay the loss you took to myself and Baker is of no surprise either. But here’s a prediction for you; at Final Destination Three there will be three new champions, and three salty-as-fuck, butthurt individuals crawling back to daddy Fiora. Sure, excuses will be made on your end - and we’re all ready for them after Final Destination week, but let me fill you in on something, Eon. No one will care about your excuses. No one will care about your existence, to be blunt. All of the whining will fall on deaf ears while the three new champions go to work to restore honor and credibility to the belts. But it’s funny that you were so quick to jump in front of a camera and tell the world that you didn’t save Michaels at Olympus, because I literally just handed Michaels that very same receipt. I get trying to flip the narrative to better suit you is classic Awakening propaganda, but at some point there’s going to be a moment in time where you take a step back and realize that everything you’ve said is bullshit. And I’m willing to bet that moment in time where the realization hits you will be immediately after the bell is rung, signaling the end of your reign as champion. Kind of like how you’ve flipped the narrative of the match that you continue to downplay. “Oh we had you almost pinned so many times”, now who’s playing the ‘almost’ game, Eon?” Wink. “Let me flip those words of advice I’ve been given by you and your brethren; almost doesn’t count. You didn’t win, end of story. Me? I’m a man and can admit to the losses I’ve endured, despite the circumstances surrounding them. You lost clean. You and all of the offense that you and Quinn could muster against me, against Baker, wasn’t sufficient enough to put us away. Barely survived? You clearly have no idea what I’ve been through in order to say I ‘barely survived’. You and Quinn were beaten, plain and simple. Just like you, Quinn and Michaels will be beaten again; and guess what? I’ll do it without Baker. Just as I’ve went my entire career without Baker up until we met in Japan. I’ve won world championships without Baker, I’ve beaten fucking legends without Baker by my side, so beating you and your group of half-wits? It can, and will be done. It’s amusing, though, that you take shots at me using dated one-liners and arguments others throw, when that’s your entire foundation of why you’re going to beat me. The hypocrisy is real with Mister Blue. I don’t give a shit that you’re a stable. Being a stable doesn’t mean that you can’t be beaten, idiot. Am I denying that you three are familiar with each other? Not at all. In fact that is probably the only thing that could save this for you, except there’s the glaring fact that none of you have as much talent that you claim to have. Especially when compared to three athletes who have been world champions across the globe. But, the shared stupidity that glues the Awakening together has convinced you those companies are second-rate and don’t matter. How naive you are, Blue.”

Noah shook his head, laughing Blue’s claims off casually. No need to further dig into him.

“Last but not least, the reigning Television champion. You know, you’re the only one on this god forsaken team that deserves any credit. Longest reigning TV champ, beat Darkane months before Darkane woke the fuck up and made his march, on his way to dethrone your idol. But Quinn, you’re no better than Michaels or Blue if you truly think the Awakening is leaving California with those belts around your waists and your ego’s intact. You think my crowning achievement is a victory over you? Brother, that was a standard Friday night. No, but the first - of many - crowning achievements in OWA for me will be beating you and your mates at Final Destination Three. Walking away with your TV title around my waist will be just the start, mind you. But, while you fall in line with your pals in thinking that this is going to be a cakewalk for you three due to the simple that that you’re a ‘stable’, you’re not as dumb as they are - you didn’t dig your own grave by going on a massive verbal shit spree that either collapsed on itself, or was full of hypocritical statements. Instead you went on and on about my confidence, how I feel I have a good chance in this match, and then hit home with an overused cliché of ‘overconfidence kills’. When Blue spoke of unoriginality, he should have directed those words towards the gremlin-lookalike of his team. But I’ll play ball. You want to speak on my confidence? I’ve earned it. Five plus years in this business, multiple world championships - not counting any of the other accolades, titles, awards and so on that I’ve captured. Legends among legends beaten. Scratching, clawing, and fighting my way up from working in a warehouse in California - to headlining events in America, the UK, Japan and so on. I know, stuff that you and your cohorts don’t ‘care’ about or don’t want to hear, because it diminishes you even further. How could Noah Quinn compete with the living legend that is Noah Reigner? Simple answer, he can’t. But I get what you said, Quinn. I get you wanting to gain a victory over me as a form of retaliation of me beating you previously. But, it won’t happen. Not at Final Destination Three. Not ever, to be honest with you. You just don’t have it in you. I’ve seen, faced and defeated the toughest of the toughest in this business, and you come nowhere close. As far as giving Michaels a bit of his own medicine before the match on Olympus? I’ve already addressed it. Take this video and press rewind. Keep it mind, it’ll only work on the video; not your career. And as much as you’ll want to rewind your career to before FDThree, to before you ever crossed paths with me? It doesn’t work that way. Time only moves forward, and time is certainly ticking down on that reign of yours, Quinn my boy. It is amusing though that you claim the three challengers to your titles have no logic behind our shots and insults, while you have Mark Michaels going full mentally-challenged Kong on Social, and Eon Blue sucking up to Fiora while predicting the future. The logic behind our shoots, behind our videos is a little thing we like to call truth and realism. That truth is that it’s all over for you three, but you just don’t know it yet. You claim to know that nothing lasts forever, and your title reigns will end - but you are too blind to see that the end of the road is right in front of you, while you continue to have the accelerator pressed to the floor. The only thing that is soon to be going over that proverbial cliff is you, Quinn.”

Noah turns his back to the camera, leaning onto the railing of the balcony - looking over the city that’s slowly succumbing to the darkness.

“Make no mistake about it, none of you are equal to me - to Karlson - to Nobi. The three of you are claiming that we think this isn’t going to be a fight. That’s not true. We all know you’re going to put up a fight, but it won’t matter in the end. Because the fight that the three of you possess is not enough to topple the challenge that’s coming your way.  Continue to hype yourselves, though. It’ll make it that much sweeter when you lose. Because at the end of Final Destination Three, the entire world will be saying OUR fucking names as the new Hybrid, Television and Openweight Champions, respectively.”

What all The Awakenings don't realize is that California is my state. Yes, I'm an Indonesian, but due to my job as an actor when I'm not wrestling, I have been living in California for a few years now. We're going to wrestle in my hometown where people are chanting my name. I mean to be fair, people always chant for my name, but this is California and The Awakenings are going to realize that this is a bad idea to go to Final Destination 3 as the least popular group, knowing they are going to battle one of the hometowns hero and two best wrestlers in the world like Noah Reigner and Liz Karlson.

Cool your jets, Noah Quinn. You and The Awakenings aren't the first ones that bother to call me out for giving opportunities for free. As a matter of fact, I did. I was and am the one that pointed this out for every single Championship opportunity I got. There were some people who called this out before too, so you and The Awakenings aren't the only ones that have called me out for this matter, Quinn. I didn't get it why people wanted me to be a Champion so bad. But I'm glad people like Noah Reigner are getting a chance to take the TV Championship belt from you and people like Liz Karlson are getting a chance to take the Hybrid Championship belt from Mark Michaels. You said it so yourself. But why am I the one that is going to challenge Eon Blue for his Openweight Championship? Because as I already said this to him and he didn't say anything about it perhaps because he agrees with me that I was the SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Champion that defended the belt everywhere I could, not just in SSW only. Hey, I know you're tired to hear it, Quinn, I get it. But I suppose that's what makes me a proper former World Champion. An unique one if I may add because not many people are willing to defend their Championship against 29 other people and defend it in other promotions. I never brought up about me eliminating Ozymandias in the first place but let's face it. You had a chance to eliminate Ozymandias yourself but you didn't. You barely did anything to him. You tried to grab his arm but he easily could break it up because you were too weak to handle him. You and Eon had a chance to help out Tarah Nova-Moore when she was battling Ozymandias alone but all you and Eon did was run away from him when he was nearing both of you. You could have done something but you didn't even contribute anything to stop Ozymandias. Your fault and not mine. Now, I have said it before and I'll say it again to you and Mark Michaels himself that he has beaten me fair and square but I'm going to say this to you again that you needed Mark, Eon, and even Teddy Mac to stop me from winning the TV Championship. You accepted their help because you know you can't beat me one on one. You had to rely on Eon's and Mark's help to take me down. Deep down in your heart, you know it that I was an inch away to take your TV Championship off from me. If not because of Eon, Mark, and Teddy Mac, your reign would be over already as I beat you right in the middle of the ring 1-2-3. If not because of Eon, Mark, and Teddy, you wouldn't break Gareth Cason's record. Hell, looking back, you had a chance to pin me at The Triple Threat Tag Team Championship match after The Professional attacked me but neither you nor Eon were able to pin me. How come? But what's done is done. We both know it that I'm a better wrestler than you just like how Reigner and Liz are better than you, Eon, and Mark. Now I'm not alone, Quinn. I have 2 world class athletes that are going to join me to beat the three of you. You all might have the chemistry but it seems you guys needed some time to build up the chemistry. Let me, Reigner, and Liz show you, that the three of us have the natural ability to combine our talents. Why? Because we're the dream team, Quinn.

It's funny that you said that you aren't interested in the past, Mark Michaels. Because you were the first one to speak out of everybody else in front of a camera. You did bring up your Pure Championship winning and you said you were in some kind of Chamber match for a World Championship. You were the first one that began to speak and you could have chosen a different topic to talk about, but instead, you decided to continue to talk about your past to Noah Reigner because you can't just accept everything he has said to you 2 weeks ago despite they're facts. So clearly the last six years still matters for you. This is also for the first time that a wrestler is told by management how to act in front of a camera. Not for a movie, but for actual wrestling business. I can tell for sure, guys like me, Noah Reigner, and any other New Jersey Federation alumnus here that no one told us what to do in front of the camera because unlike you, we all aren't pussies. We just speak and wrestle with our hearts and souls. Were you really desperate to be so famous to the point you fantasized a New Jersey Federation guy as a Movie Director to tell you what to say and what to do in front of a camera? That's very sad. Now, I did point out and give you a credit for beating me fair and square because it was a fact. But believe me, Mark, while you are still chasing a World Championship and apparently giving up to become an actor, I have done both. Hell I'm doing both at the same time. While you wait for The Suicide Squad new movie with me starring as The Peacemaker, you can see me defending the Openweight Championship belt against some of best talents from all of the OWA's Brands. You can see Noah Reigner as the TV Champion defending the belt every week. And most importantly, you can be proud of Liz Karlson doing a better job than you as the Hybrid Champion because at least, she wouldn't owe a thing to me or Reigner. Unlike you who hasn't thanked Finnegan Wakefield for his role to help you become the Hybrid Champion. This is the future that everyone wants to see because we all are former World Champions and we are everyone's favourites. Yes Mark, you always hear people chanting my name, Reigner, and Liz everywhere we go. They call me The White Knight to be specific because I'm just loveable and have natural charisma and I fight until the end. People don't want to miss this match because my presence is a factor but most importantly, they don't want to see The Awakenings as the Champions anymore.

You can say other companies like SSW, Wrestleworld, Project: Honor, or Kingdom Pro are lower than OWA, Eon Blue. It's good to hear that you just accidentally mentioned it that one of your buddies, Mark Michaels has lowered himself considering he just joined one of those promotions. Hell, Nathan Fiora is an established name in SSW for so long and you just insulted your own oh, so called-Father. It's great to hear that you're thinking that you're above both Fiora and Mark, Eon. I love your confidence. But personally, I'd like to think you don't join other companies because you're too scared to try just like how you were scared of defending your Openweight Championship after all these months and scared of losing it at Final Destination 3. As I said, you were able to beat Azzurine Vebbins and Elijah Hampton without the rest of The Awakenings' help, but what have you done to that belt afterward? Nothing. I did point out that this match is your first and possibly going to be the last defense you have under your resume and knowing you didn't say anything about it, I'm sure out of all The Awakenings in this Winners Takes All match, you're the one that has the most pressure. Noah Quinn has the best defense record in OWA's history as the TV Champion. Mark Michaels has beaten me fair and square to retain his Hybrid Championship. That's why I was asking you and now I'm going to ask you again, what if you lost your Championship belt because of either Quinn or Mark's mistakes? You had your chances, opportunities, and time to prove it that you're a great Openweight Champion to defend against some of Kingdom's and Odyssey's bests just like how you were able to beat Vebbins and Hampton to win the Openweight belt but you didn't and now you can possibility lost it because of either Quinn's or Michaels' mistakes and not under your own sloppiness. How unfortunate. That's why you're the one that has the biggest stake to lose in this match. That's why you're also contradicting yourself because you just said that I actually only care a little about winning this match but you also acknowledge my aspirations to be undefeated at Final Destination. Please, which one is it, Eon? Do I want to win or I don't want to? But if this makes you feel better, first, yes I do want to win this match because one, just as I said and just like you have acknowledged it, I want to start a record by being undefeated at Final Destination. What have I done to get such a record? Well because I won my match at FD2? Why not extend it if I have this chance? Oh, better yet, I left the building as a Champion last year at FD2 and now I want to leave the building as a Champion…..again this year at FD3 and starting to defend the Openweight Championship as soon as possible. But what if Reigner, Liz, and I lose? I'll answer it for you, Eon. Honestly, those two as I have mentioned countless times are former World Champions. They're going to recover quickly and are going to work harder than before to win a Championship belt as soon as possible. They're big names in the pro wrestling business. They can handle themselves even if they lose at FD3 just like me. That's why I hope you realize that The Awakenings finally awaken that you all are the ones that are under the pressure, especially you, Eon, for defending the Openweight Championship for the first time at the biggest stage of them all. I appreciate it that you said that I have worked hard for years and I have been a world champion but trust me, this is just the beginning for me and obviously just the beginning for Reigner and Liz too. We aren't tired yet. Far from it. We're going to be the Champions that everybody loved.

We're getting closer to Final Destination 3. I mentioned this to Noah Quinn earlier but I'm going to be specific to Mark Michaels and Eon Blue too. You all know Noah Reigner and I have chemistry as partners. But I have teamed up with Liz Karlson once too and she's so versatile as a Tag Team competitor. I mean you all are aware how great she is in that 6 Women Tag Match at last Odyssey and both her and Noah Reigner have known each-others for some time too. Long before OWA. We're going to take you all down and win this match to become the new Hybrid, Television, and Openweight Champions respectively.

Images flash by showing Connors raising the title and celebrating on top of the turnbuckle as Jeff X is seen sitting by looking defeated by the corner. Streamers engulf the ring as Bulls on Parade blast through the speakers.

The scene changes to moments later when the lights in the arena go out. The crowd is losing their minds as the anticipation builds all around the stadium. The lights return as the crowd goes rampant at the sight of the Ascension to the Heaven’s Winner, Havoc. Havoc swings the briefcase right into the skull of the champion and orders the referee to ring the bell. Moments away from history. 

And then it all comes crashing down as Jeff X interrupts the cash-in attempt by hitting Havoc with an X Crusher and sending him over the top rope. He throws the briefcase onto the outside as an irate Havoc looks on to Jeff vowing his revenge. The video gets frozen in that very frame. The audience is motionless. It feels like time has stopped. Moments pass with no movements as footsteps can be heard in the background. The only sound audible. 

Havoc steps out of the shadow and stares at another copy of himself in the ring. He looks at the still bodies of Bull and Jeff celebrating in the ring in disgust before climbing up the stairs and staring into the soul of Jeff. His anger almost consumes him but Havoc keeps his composure. With a snap of his finger, Jeff disappears into thin air. With Jeff nowhere to be seen, Havoc snaps his finger again and the time gets unfrozen. People have no idea what has happened and it seems like everybody has forgotten about Jeff’s interference. The other Havoc outside the ring rolls back in and hits Bull with the Dead Trigger. He hands the briefcase to the referee as the bell sounds while Havoc falls into a cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

History has been altered. Havoc watches another version of himself celebrate his title victory as he raises the Omega Heavyweight Championship to the dismay of the crowd. This time, Jeff could not spoil his story.

The scene transitions to Jeff X vs Moongoose McQueen at Game Over as Jeff eventually triumphs over Goose and wins the OWA World Championship, finally ending the dry spell and achieving what people thought to be his rightful crown on Kingdom.

The scene changes again to Kenny Drake accepting his Hall of Fame ring with pride and celebrating it with his family to a loud ovation from the crowd. 

The scene transitions to Havoc laying waste to Nathan Fiora and his ploy as the Ashes take over Friday Nights with Havoc at the helm. He is seen sitting on his usual Iron Throne in the middle of a large bright room with golden trims along the wall, with the Omega Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder and a sadistic grin over his face before snapping his fingers again. 


We are now back to the present day. With blood splattered over the wall and no sense of emotion on his face, Havoc tightly holds on to the OWA World Championship. Dimly lit room with moss-ridden walls and damp ceilings, in contrast to the scenes before. Despite all of his failures, Jeff X is still in pursuit of the success that he only tasted for five minutes. He is after the high you get from being the top champion in the wrestling world. While Kenny Drake is six feet under. His family was forced to be raised without their father. A gaping hole in the wrestling world that may never be filled in. Havoc’s face paint is a lot different too. Instead of meticulous design or Satanic symbolism, Havoc has resorted to a crimson mask with paint appearing to be dried up and peeling off his skin. 

He blankly stares at the camera before shaking himself to come back to reality, breaking his silence in the process.

“Just a glimpse into our lives if YOU hadn’t ruined everything that night, Jeff. Just a glimpse is enough to PROVE that everything that has happened since then is ENTIRELY your fault. If you had kept your jealousy to yourself and taken it with stride, I would have become the Omega Heavyweight Champion at Final Destination last year and established the Ashes on Olympus while you could have done ANYTHING you wanted being part of Kingdom. No war. No casualties. You’d probably be champion heading into this year’s Final Destination while I hold on to my Kingdom against Darkane or Nate Cage or even Fiora. Who knows?! If you would just have minded your own business-- everything could have been different. But you couldn’t let me overtake you, in your heart. You couldn’t let me get ahead. You couldn’t BEAR seeing me succeed and yet you dare bring up our prior friendship after that incident. What did I ever do to you, Jeff? Were there voices in your head telling you to betray your fucking friends?! That cash-in had NOTHING to do with you. You had a fair shot of winning that title and you FAILED! I deserved a fair chance like your own. But you STOLE that from me and that very day I took a vow-- I made a promise to have my revenge. At Game Over, that time came and I stole your moment from you just like you had done mine not too long ago. It was only fair, Jeff. You deserved every second of that pain. Yet, things could have ended there. But what did I see? You established an unlikely alliance to take me down. To end my reign. To BELITTLE me again. All because of your own selfish agenda of being the only man at the top of this business? You wanted that title and the crown for your own, didn’t you? So you created this false narrative like you’re a deprived hero looking for a team to help him slay the monster that ran rampant along with the Kingdom he once ruled. You painted YOURSELF as the Hero when your motives were selfish! While I? I solely did what I did to get people with no representation-- the downtrodden people of this society treated like trash, out of the fucking sewers and giving them a life they always wished for. Give them a voice that they never had! Give them a fucking chance to be HUMAN because every fucking day they were treated like trash. You spat on my face and my movement, Jeff. ONLY because I took the OWA World Championship from you. And what did you do with that? You waged war against me and my people to END me for good. You wanted me dead, Jeff. You wanted to DESTROY the Ashes. But what happened? From what I remember, the only side to have a casualty was you. The Frontline and Wolvesden combo sounded like a dream team but it was NEVER their war, to begin with. This was ALWAYS about the two of us. You brought along so many fucking people because you were not capable of doing it alone. Yet, I am the one to blame for Kenny Drake’s death? You roped him into a battle that was never his, knowing the danger, and LET HIM DIE! You let a man with two young children and a wife DIE because of your OWN FUCKING GREED!” 

He prances around the room.

“I am not pretending to be a hero, Jeff. To get something right in this world, I had to commit heinous acts of cruelty. I had to sacrifice innocent lives just so other people in this world have a better chance of getting one. I don’t claim to be somebody I am not. But despite my fucking craziness-- Your delusion sticks out like a sore thumb because of how adamant you are about everything being MY fault. Kenny’s death is MY fault. You not being champion is MY fault. Kingdom being a fucking mess is MY fault. NO! Open your fucking eyes take accountability for the terrible things you have done. Your greed has TAKEN innocent lives. YOU ruined families. YOU ruined everything, Jeff! I have only been speaking the truth. EVERYTHING I said about the state of this business came true. Just look at what happened a couple of days ago. CM Nas finds a way to get handed yet another world championship when his credibility as the top champion didn’t hold up even 3 years ago. His clear abuse of power on Friday Nights with the Blacklist getting what they want at every step of the way proves my point of the injustice carried out in this business. Do you know what else isn’t fair? How the fuck are you still in this match?! You lost to Miltiades before Clash of the Titans while I soundly defeated him. You lost to Arata Asakura, get him added to our match, instead of REPLACING you. You were HAND PICKED to be my challenger despite all your fucking failures. How many chances do you need, Jeff?! Do you know what’s the worst thing about Arata being added? It gives you a chance to screw it over for me YET AGAIN because I know you’re not capable of running away from your failures. You’re going to end up getting pinned and screw me out of my championship as that’s the best shot EITHER one of you have of taking this away from me.” 

His blood boils at the mere thought of Jeff X holding HIS championship.

“You know what annoys me even more? I am two ways about our matchup at Final Destination. While I think you have no business getting hand-picked to be my challenger, not putting your spot on the line and LOSING to Arata forcing a Triple Threat match… There is no other man I’d rather face than you, Jeff. Because our story has been going on for far too long. What was always about the two of us got muddled with a fuck ton of egos trying to get their own shine in the light. This was always OUR war. Not theirs. This was always about US! Nobody else! And you managed to ruin even that! How could you, Jeff?! How DARE you steal my chance of murdering you live on the biggest stage and ending our saga like it was always meant to be? Even in defeat, you continue to mock me! You continue to make EVERYTHING about you. The fact that people chose you as their representative-- You!! A man with all of his inherent vices being hailed as a hero while I get treated like a monster. While Arata gets treated like a wildcard when his motives are about the systemic racism in this industry and how they treat ‘foreign’ talents. And what are you going to do about it? Joke it off? Fuck Beyonce and make a mockery out of our story. Make fun of Jada or Hana or retort to crude humor that only hicks like you can find funny after chugging down three kegs of beer. You’re not an American hero! You’re the embodiment of EVERYTHING that’s wrong with this country.” Havoc shook his head in disgust. He knew that Jeff was going to make a mockery out of the situation as he always does. That’s his defense mechanism. When he has nothing smart to say, which is pretty much always, he retorts to unfunny crude remarks about somebody’s appearance or their character while being the most obnoxiously unfunny cunt in this company. 

“I hate you, Jeff. I hate everything that you stand for. I hate the fact that after EVERYTHING we went through throughout the year, you managed to ruin the finale by getting Arata involved. Speaking of Arata, what do I even say about him? I mean, he has more of a right to challenge me than Jeff, so I’ll give him that. But everything he says-- I have BEEN saying that for OVER A YEAR! I told everybody about Jeff and he’s realizing it only now and pretending like it’s an eye-opening experience. You should have fucking listened to me, Arata. You fought alongside him throughout the war as he used every one of you only to get closer to what he truly wanted. It was ALWAYS about Jeff. The Frontline was a pretense put on by him to find his way back into the title picture. Him EXPLOITING Kenny’s death as a motive is so fucking fake. You can cry those crocodile tears but you’re not fooling me, Jeff. And Arata? I don’t like the way you have approached this change. I know about Raijin FAR better than you. You may feel like you have a bond with him now-- But you’re so fucking clueless. I know of ALL the Elder Gods that Raijin speaks of. I know of their powers. I know what they TRULY stand for. In fact, I have personal experience that makes my blood boil to this very day after EONS of our last encounter. They shunned me for who I was, Arata. They shunned me for speaking for the people. They don’t care about this world. Heck, they don’t care about you either despite what they tell you. One day, they will consume your body for their own purpose once they are done using you. You’re just a fucking puppet, Arata. A tool to somebody else’s will. You may have incredible power in your possession now. But it is not YOURS and it will never be yours. Do you talk about how I took over Sabertooth and stole his body? That is going to pale in comparison to the sinister motives of Raijin. He is not the man to trust. I know ALL about the Gods, Arata. Heck, I even had one as my personal ace in the sleeve. Abholos answered to ME! My power goes beyond that of the Gods because the Gods only care about their own kind. While I? I answer EVERYBODY. I have the hopes and dreams of all the common folk who trust me to do the right thing. But hey-- I am the villain of this story, right? I am the force of evil waiting to be conquered by Jeff X or Arata Asakura on their journey to immortalize their names in the annals of professional wrestling. I think people are forgetting who I am… I need to remind them of what I am capable of, Arata. And you’re just the person for that job. While Jeff is a mere mortal with daddy issues and a liver more rotten than his teeth-- You possess the powers of a God. You are not like the old Arata Asakura. You’ve got the Black Sun with you. Despite what you may think, Ashes is STRONGER than ever. All I did was get rid of the weakness that was holding us back. Vincent and Knight had their hearts at the right place but didn’t have the guts to back it up. They were failures. And Maverick? I will always love him like a brother even if he planned treachery through the actions of Abholos. While Flaherty and Hampton have just the right attitude and the skills to back it up. The Ashes are stronger than ever Arata while descension has already been witnessed with MYOJIN wanting nothing from you. Your selfish and self-absorbed motives to get a hold of this championship will be your undoing. Both of you desire the same thing. Both of you will go down to any lengths to get that job done. You’re going to end up killing each other and that’s WITHOUT taking what I am capable of into account. This is going to be easy, Arata. People can bet against me all they want. But at the end of the day, I AM the champion while they’re not. They can sing the praises for Jeff or even Arata Asakura but I have beaten death-- I have fought through wars and lived to tell the tale. I have taken over the LEGACY of Kenny Drake while Jeff just cries like a bitch every time he goes to sleep because the guilt inside of him is eating him alive! That guilt will consume him. It’s not anger that he possesses. It’s not revenge either. It’s his failures HAUNTING him-- He failed Kenny Drake. He failed himself on countless different occasions. He was supposed to be your leader, Arata. And he failed you too! He made everything about himself and that led to Arata breaking free and doing his own thing. I respect that! But I can’t let it slide for much longer. My position in this company is being threatened. While the two of you are so self-absorbed to EVER use your platform for anything but to gloat-- I have been using it to make a positive change for my people. And I can’t let ANY of you take that away from me. The Ashes cannot be derailed. So, you can channel the powers of Raijin-- You can use the death of your best friend as a constant reminder for revenge-- But my struggles make yours look pale in comparison. You can’t compete with it. You can’t outlive me! I HAVE GOT THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE ON MY SHOULDERS! I CAN’T LET THEM DOWN! I CAN’T LET GREED WIN! I CAN’T LET THE INJUSTICE IN SOCIETY PREVAIL AGAIN! I CAN’T LET YOU TAKE AWAY WHAT I WORKED GENERATIONS FOR! THIS IS MY FIGHT TO WIN! MY WAR! MY JOURNEY! AND MY FUCKING TITLE! MINE! ONLY MINE! AND I WILL SACRIFICE MY BODY-- MY SOUL- EVERYTHING BEFORE I LET EITHER ONE OF YOU TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME! YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!? I WILL BURN THIS WORLD TO THE FUCKING GROUND BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT IT DESERVES! YOU WILL FEAR ME, ARATA! YOU WILL BEND YOUR KNEE, JEFF! YOU WILL SURRENDER! YOU WILL BEG FOR MERCY! BUT NONE OF THAT IS COMING YOUR WAY! BECAUSE I WILL PREVAIL! I WILL REMAIN CHAMPION!” 

The demonic eyes glare into the minds of those who watch as Havoc vows to destroy his competition at FD3. We fade into the darkness as the camera zooms in on the red glowing eyes that stand out in the pitch-black room. 

The Omega Wrestling Alliance wasn’t the powerhouse in the wrestling industry today until Jacob Senn took it upon himself to create the foundation it had been built upon with his own two hands. This company that currently stands corrupted from the inside with the vile generation that has forged it into this diseased pillar of lawlessness and deception, it used to have an identity that was forged from wrestlers such as myself to deliver pure wrestling excellence. It wasn’t until the company I had devoted myself to decide that a man like me, the last of a dying breed, should have his wings clipped and be shunned from the spotlight he had created with his own merit and skill. They needed me to walk away from the business that I had helped them thrive and reap the golden rewards that cascaded down into their lap off of my rigorous struggle, and for a moment, it had seemed they won. It had seemed that Wrestleworld had been victorious in breaking down the legendary figure into this husk of a man he had once been, Strong Style Wrestling had assumed that my time as one of the top champions of the world had withered away when they allowed theft and grand larceny to rule at the peak, and The Omega Wrestling Alliance assumed I would have cast a blind eye to the championship I made famous being tarnished and reduced to a mockery upon my absence. Everyone in the world looked down upon me with laughter and jest because they no longer saw the legendary name that became a fixture in the wrestling industry, but they saw an old man that needed to simply die and know that his glory days were over. A part of me assumed that to be the truth for a moment within my career at that point, part of me spun around in my own mind beginning to question myself and letting the seeds of doubt be planted within me about my future in wrestling. Could I continue to do this to myself? Are they right that my time has come to an end and the inferno of passion that once dwelled inside my heart had become nothing more than a flickering ember of the past? Did I become Ozymandias, screaming to the world to lo and behold at my works, only to see behind me the eroded trophies of old that no one has respect for? I kept thinking upon this, stuck into the rhythm of doubt that almost seemed to be a ceaseless torrent of self-destruction I imposed upon myself, inching myself ever so much closer to the grand finale of my own career. It was almost like I was mere fingertips away from opening the door of oblivion and falling into the pit of forgotten souls to be left behind for the future to succeed me from my position. Every person that I had looked to help me from falling into this darkness and being consumed by the oblivion that awaited for me, no one had come to become my salvation. No Brian Daniels, no Jaywalker, no Killswitch, no friend or ally of the past in sight. I was all alone being dragged into the dark depths with no one to come and help me from being lost to time and forgotten about by the fickle audience along with the people who are in charge of this industry. That’s one of the things that upset me the most about this time because out of the people and friendships that I made within this sport, none of them came to me when I needed them. I’ve been their shoulder and ear when they needed someone to rant and rave to, I’ve been their Atlas when they needed some to lift their little slice of the wrestling industry on their shoulder, and what did I get in return except for being made into a pariah by them? What did they do for me instead of watching my downfall happen right before their eyes on the sidelines and simply added to it with the looks of disgust and the calls of jest towards me? Even when I became a Hall of Fame, people on camera were happy and proud, but behind the scenes had nothing to do with me when those bright lights dimmed. They left me as a castaway from the shining light of being at the pinnacle of this business and let me drift off into the darkness without a single ray of hope that an escape could appear before my eyes. I had assumed that my days were over and there would be no more Jacob Senn ascending to the heights of this business… that was until the hand of John Doe reached down and pulled me up before everything was said and done.

The man who had been a bitter rival of mine during the first year of The Omega Wrestling Alliance underneath The Phantom Troupe, a man that I never thought I’d actually see ever again, had come to me in confidence and support witnessing the atrocities I had been forced to endure within my career. Humiliation, bitter defeat, shattered hopes and dreams, everything had been laid bare before his eyes with the expression of remorse upon his face when he saw me, but instead of insults and apathy towards my plight, he shared my disdain and wanted me to use it in the rebirth of The Phantom Troupe. He had seen the way his namesake of The Troupe had been abused, he had seen the way I had been abused by this industry, and he wanted to join together to bring this to life. He wanted to establish a new order within the wrestling industry where this would not be allowed to transpire again. Naturally, I had accepted this proposition, this uneasy alliance between the both of us to bring forth the revolutionary change we both desired to usher in starting with The Omega Wrestling Alliance. We found soldiers, no… brothers, that had decided to align with us in our brotherhood in Matt Miles, Darkane, and Teddy Mac to chase after the dream and opportunity to revolutionize the industry through this method that the current generation of talent has decided to utilize upon the dying breed to fulfill their ceaseless hunger for gold and glory through any means necessary. No honor, no prestige, no class in what they had accomplished over the years and continued to spit in the face of everything that I had created for them, but we would be the ones to change everything about that. The new world that we would hope to achieve in the wrestling universe in this company would be a place where the old and new could both thrive who represented the values of the foundation that needed to be respected. We proved ourselves in WarGames, we continued to show that we were not a force to be reckoned with on Olympus, until the very moment when John Doe couldn’t help himself against Baba Yaga and ended his career in that single mistake. At that moment, John Doe died to me when he did that. For everything we had built didn’t mean anything to him, everything that we had worked to achieve in the past months was nothing unless he could prove to the world that Baba Yaga was a mere pretender to the brilliance John Doe could allow the world to witness and at that moment… The Phantom Troupe died to Baba Yaga. After that moment, we were never The Phantom Troupe. John Doe was what made that faction what it was and without him, we were allowed to do things on our terms and under a new brotherhood to forge our own namesake… our own Dynasty. The Dynasty thrived and proved itself when we told the world at Clash of the Titans one of our own would be in that main event and lo and behold, Darkane has captured the prestigious opportunity to rectify the mistakes that have been made with the Omega Heavyweight Championship. Bull Connors, Gareth Cason, The Derelict, and current champion Nathan Fiora will have their sins and disgrace erased from the tarnished championship when Darkane cleanses the title of the rust and filth they have accumulated on it. All of this has been the mere beginning of The Dynasty for when one of us conquers and triumphs over the machine of corruption this company has become, we all triumph in the name of forging our dynasty to establish the legacy we are meant to be known for. Teddy Mac and the main man himself, Big Naheem, will triumph when they vie for the OWA Tag Team Championship to be draped in gold, Matt Miles will ascend to the heavens and claim his rightful place as a future world champion in the eyes of these mere mortals who constantly have doubted him in that melee of a ladder match, but the question upon everyone’s mind that has them pondering on the situation at hand: what will Jacob Senn do in this first-ever B.O.B. Games?

The disrespect I saw in Aren Mstislav, someone whose career I helped shaped to magnificent heights in another Dynasty when he decided not to even mention or add me to a significant match on Final Destination was the exact same feeling in my stomach I received when I suffered through a year of that same denial and mockery. If Scott Oasis didn’t swoop down and save Aren from the absolute horrible mistake he was making, telling me exactly what was on the line for this historic match he had planned, Mstislav would have had to suffer the ramifications of those actions himself. In what form or act of malice would be inflicted, who knows, but luckily for him he won’t have to find out for now. Even though this is not the opportunity that I wanted to have, even though this was not the world championship main event or Ascension to the Heavens match where an opportunity of such magnitude hung in the balance for the entirety of OWA to be forced to submit under the heel of The Dynasty, this momentous occasion known as The B.O.B. Games will serve as another chance to force the world to recognize The Dynasty for the brotherhood of aces it should be known for. This is the opportunity to leave every single doubter to be curious and wonder what could happen with a faction born of killers and warriors is given the proper opportunities to display their talents and this match, you will see that when I claim the top prize this match has at stake. I know everyone would love to know what that prize is, but hold your tongue because the world will have to wait until I have laid claim to it all when all around me has fallen. However, who has actually appeared to be joining this match that you could see as an actual threat to my chances of being the victor within this match? MYOJIN? The kid I’ve noticed walking around these parts that have done something to impress management around here to let him appear on Final Destination like this? Savannah Sunshine? The idiot who has decided to come back because she didn’t have anything else to do with her life instead of wasting everyone’s time for even hoping to chase after championship gold around here? I instantly read through the list of people who had been chosen to participate in this match and do you know my instant reaction to this match? Who are these losers that think they stand a chance here? Every single one you WISH that you could have the success and accolades that are attached to my name. Multiple-time world champion, match of the year contender fights, Hall of Fame worthy careers across multiple promotions, I’ve done just about everything a person can do within their career in this industry, and what’s the best any other participant in this match can lay claim to before entering into this match as to why you’re a threat I need to pay attention to? Some third-rate championship in the developmental promotion of Wrestleworld? Former contender for Women’s World Championship? Former TV or Openweight title contenders? I’m just shaking in my boots at the thought of facing such revered and honored challengers to stand across from me in the ring. Belittling myself to share the same ring as these individuals is beneath me, it’s revolting and brings me back to those days where my career was in jeopardy because I wanted to leave and never look back, but Scott Oasis assured me that this match would be worth the hassle. He has made it very clear that beating all of you within this creation of his will not only establish it as a focal point of the massive event that Final Destination should be, but everything that I have desired will be placed right before my hands when I reach the top prize of this match. There’s no debate about that’s the only fate that lies ahead for each and every single one of you.

I have to defeat each and every single one of you during this match that will be the longest epic of a match that I will have ever been involved in. The Dynasty is on the path of restoring the prestige that this company has lacked for nearly two years, each of us taking our own piece of this business to lay achieve what we need to do to make sure that the restoration of what this business once was is brought to light, but we can’t do that without a victory at Final Destination. We don’t get to revolutionize this industry and erase the corruption that has brought forth this husk we stand in unless we are crowned the champions of the company. The Dynasty will do everything in our power to make sure Darkane crowned the Omega Heavyweight Champion, Matt Miles proclaimed the future of this company as he carries the Ascension to the Heavens briefcase, Teddy Mac and Big Naheem showing the world why The Dynasty is the epitome of what a brotherhood stands for, and that I walk away from the B.O.B. Games with the chance to change this business for the better. We will be victorious when the war has ended on Final Destination, triumphant in our endeavors, and begin our path to cleansing this company in every single division from the filth that has clung to the trophies of this sport for far too long like the parasites they are. We must prevail, we must thrive, to make the true haven of professional wrestling that this business should be instead of the lawless land of corruption and degeneracy that has been left behind in our absence. Whether you are the unlucky soul forced to be placed inside of the B.O.B. Games, whether you are one of the people in the locker room who will be paying close attention to how the events will unfold on this night, or whether you are one of the millions that will be sitting on their couch to watch this from home, don’t think of Final Destination as simply the grandest stage for anyone to perform underneath the banner of The Omega Wrestling Alliance. Don’t think of this event as the night where you witness the crowning of Darkane to win his first world championship in this company, don’t think of this as the night where you witness Matt Miles take what has belonged to him for far too long, this is much bigger than that. Final Destination will be about more than gaining the opportunity I need to claim what championship I need to cleanse the filth from, but this is about resurrecting the soul of this dead business that has been corrupted from the inside out. I’ve watched the rot seep into the insides of this business for long enough, I’ve watched the disease take root into the business to the brink of no escape, and The Dynasty will rectify this at Final Destination and reclaim what has been destroyed by the current generation of people who dare to call themselves wrestlers instead of charlatans. The Dynasty will return to an age of mutual respect between the people who would compete against one another instead of the world where devious snakes lie in wait in the grass for the right opportunity to strike behind the back of their fellow man. The Clash of the Titans was just the beginning of the things to come and here at Final Destination, the realization and progress to the future that we need to bring the restoration of a bygone era in the eyes of these vile fiends of this generation that has stolen the world from our hands. The moment we have been waiting for is about to come to fruition, The Dynasty will lay down the foundation of the new empire that will stand in the fallout of this event, and no one will be able to prevent this reality from happening. The B.O.B. Games is the arena I step into for a gladiatorial battle for my own ascension back into the throne of the gods. Pretenders vying for the right to claim what they aren’t worthy of, charlatans who wish they could duplicate or imitate the career I have manifested, but none that will escape the fate of bitter defeat. Once I do become victorious to reclaim my throne beside my brothers in The Dynasty and we recreate this company into our own image, you will remember the man I am. You will remember the destruction that can be wrought from me when I am forced to deliver it, you will remember the spectacle I can create through the abilities I possess, and you will be reminded of why I am the living legend and last of an endangered species in this business.

You will remember The Fabled Conqueror.

The opening shot is at a local MMA Gym in Los Angeles, with others sparring and preparing for their own thing, the only person who isn’t sparring is Azumi who is sitting on the bench. The exhaustion of the training session is getting to her as her eyes close but nightmarish visions of the events from the go-home episode of Odyssey play again in her mind, this causes her to open her eyes. Azumi closes her fist tightly with the look of anger on her face and before hearing someone call her out.

“Mom!” The voice seems to be one of Azumi’s step-daughter Eliza who rushes over to Azumi and behind her is Kira, her husband. The Queen of the Celestials gladly hugs both of them tightly while Kira seems a bit concerned for his wife.

“So what’s wrong? Sakuya said you were acting weird when you last called her.” The concerned tone was definitely there from Kira as he didn’t know what his wife experienced on Odyssey 61. 

“Don’t worry about it. Let me show you guys around Los Angeles, I just gotta change.” Azumi said with a smile as she left to change.

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Final Destination 3, never thought I’d see the day. It just feels weird, I told myself that when I retire that I would finally go be a normal person. Enjoy life not as a professional wrestler but instead as JET’s showrunner and lock away all of my ring gear in a corner of my closet. Just enjoy the basics of life and only need to attend wrestling shows as a fan of the sport or the head of JET. Do you know what my original plan would have been if I wasn’t competing? I was going to relax and attend the event as a fan, take my daughter around to watch every event for FD Weekend, and even take her around FD Axxess but instead, I have to put on the working boots again for Final Destination 3 and face Banshee.

I guess Final Destination 4 will be the perfect time for me to enjoy the event as just a fan. But for now, I’m going to need to cancel a couple of plans and such. Again I’m not here to stay, I’ll be on my way after this event and return to the comforts of my home, along with exclusively wrestling in SSW. 

You know it feels wrong to come back to OWA after everything that happened at Game Over. I promised myself that I would stay away from an OWA ring as much as I could. This wasn’t the world for me anymore and yet I got pulled back in through Strong Style Wrestling, it was only a matter of time that I would return to the place I once called home. My responsibility back home in JET reached new levels in the past six months but I still made time out of my day and tune into Odyssey every show. I enjoy that part of my Sunday morning and even having my daughter watch the show with me. It’s been a long time since I’ve been representing Odyssey at an OWA show but at the same time, I’m not an Odyssey roster member. I know times have changed but some things never change and those are, of course, me being at Final Destination and competing in front of the die-hard fans of mine. It’s nothing to the Odyssey roster, they know I love them all and will support them through anything but Odyssey’s third of the Final Destination card would be missing something if we didn’t have The Original Ace there, right? It’s like if any sports franchise was playing games after their great retired. You know like the Bulls after Jordan’s second retirement or the Yankees after Jeter retired. Even though I’m not competing as an Odyssey roster member, I’m making sure that Final Destination 3 belongs to our brand.

And before someone asks me, this is a one-match contract. I’m here for Final Destination 3 and I’m out. Someone decided to annoy me and I have to teach them what happens when you mess with a Queen because Hell’s wrath is mild as fuck compared to a Queen’s fury. So you’ll get your wish Banshee, a royal beatdown at Final Destination.

But this isn’t a match, right? You want this to be in your “realm” because maybe you could never beat me when we’re in the ring. So instead of competing in a regular match, I’m going to be in some Halloween fanatic’s twisted game she wants to play, a reminder that Odyssey has seen these types of competitors before. Ask Savannah Sunshine what happened when she had her own side demon possession because the same fate will happen once again for Banshee. You should have taken one of those multiple warnings that I sent your way but you decided to not listen. All of you want to know how many warnings I gave to Banshee to stay focused on her career and not to test me? Too many times! Yet she wanted to keep poking the lioness and now she’s going to learn what happens. It’s really hard to make me furious and when I mean really hard, I really mean it but you pulled it off. So congrats to you, Banshee. You would think that having two personalities means you would have two brains in there and yet you decided to keep pushing me to step back as an in-ring competitor one more time. Fortunately for you, this isn’t a wrestling match, this is going to be your rules, your realm but it would be quite unfortunate for you if you ended up losing in your playground. 

Banshee, did you know that it’s unhealthy to have an obsession on the level that you do? Hell, I have one. I have an unhealthy with pro-wrestling. This is my life, my whole world revolves around this business and then there’s you. Right from my retirement, you’ve wanted me back and now we’re here, you finally get the opportunity that you’ve been waiting for. Let’s look back at all of this, Banshee because if you just moved on, you probably could have been contending for the Goddess Championship, or maybe instead of Alyssa, Gwen, or Dulce, you would have been an Odyssey representative for Ascension To The Heavens but instead you decided to attack me during my induction announcement, challenge me for whatever you have planned for Final Destination, knowing that I couldn’t unretire until you and I both learned about the special clause. Speaking of that, when I got to see your reaction to Alyssa allowing me to compete was priceless because you finally were going to get every bit of karma for saying what you said and assaulting me.

Also, you know I’ve spent two different trips to the hospital because of you. Amazing that in the past month, you’ve sent me to the hospital. Being sent through a video wall and then a concussion to go along with that, Banshee, you definitely have perfected the art of blindsiding me. Because you’re up to three times now. A punch to my face when I didn’t see it coming along with the other two times and yet you still haven’t brought the so-called fear I have for you out. Maybe you need to look back at my career through the years and you’ll see that through every challenge, through every obstacle, never have I shown any kind of fear. Even when my own retirement was on the line, was I scared that I could lose? No, because I knew the challenges that were put in front of me and still stood tall through it all. 

Just because I’m not on Odyssey every episode, you forget that the foundation that Odyssey was built on was the hard work I put into the brand alongside the other originals like Dulce, Diantha, and Natalie. The work I put in the past allows you to spew all of the nonsense that comes out of your mouth especially the bold crap about me being a coward. Somehow after everything, the blindside attacks, the verbal attacks, the worst thing you did wasn’t what you’ve done to me but rather what you threatened to do to my loved ones. 

It’s hard to explain what you put me through on the go-home show. Honestly, in a company where many demonic presences have come around more often than usual, saying that what I saw felt real to me, it wouldn’t be too out there. There would be those who believe in me for what I saw and what I felt. Yet what you did to my loved ones in that vision, even if it wasn’t real. You stepped a boundary that you shouldn’t have crossed, Banshee. Because those three people are three of the most important human beings in my life. A mentor who treated me like a daughter, the inspiration for who I am today, the one and only sibling I have who I have protected through everything and even broke my own retirement to fight for her, and finally the man who I love and consider my life partner forever. You went ahead and did that to them, even if it was a vision when I was knocked out and we were in the hell you call a mind, you decided to pull the wrong trigger to get to me. 

To get me to YOUR GAME, you went ahead and did something that you will regret at Final Destination. I promise you that I will turn your little charade that you want to play at Final Destination into a hellish nightmare for you. All because you did the one wrong thing, leave me in a pile of blood and concussed, that is fine by me. I’m a pro wrestler, I picked the career where I will be concussed and hurt, that was the path I chose myself a decade and that’s the path that has led to me being a Hall of Famer. Those three are not involved in this, all of this… this obsession of yours is just you and me but for bringing them into this, so that we can do this on your terms?

Consider it the worst thing you’ve ever done in your life, Banshee because at Final Destination, I’m gonna send you crawling out of OWA and you’ll remember to never mess with me.

Here we go. I knew this would come eventually, but I’m still not excusing Aren for doing everything in his power to try and take The Awakening’s titles. We should defend, I’m not saying we shouldn’t. But is it that hard to have it in individual matches instead of in a huge clusterfuck? It’s really not, but Aren still had the bright idea to do just that. I’d think that people would like success. Higher-ups like to see dominance. But just not dominance from us, I guess. What a fucking shame, that is. That they’ll work so hard, they’ll pull all this shit out of their ass, just to slow the momentum of the people who’ve been bringing in the big bucks. How cute, that they try their best to put their championships on basically...anyone but us. But they can try all they want, and they’ll still fail. When it comes to gold, The Awakening doesn’t falter. We don’t choke. We take the shit put in front of us and knock it out of the park. We win by any means and trust me when I say that there’s a lot of fucking means at our disposal. Ever since we had championship gold. Every single one of us. Ever since we won our titles, all OWA has done is try and bring us down. No congratulations. No pats on the back. Just constant defences, over and over again. In my case, at least. And in those constant defences, I’ve won every single time and cemented myself as the greatest Television Champion of all time in the process. People say that they respect that. People say that they recognize all I’ve done for that championship. They say they appreciate that I broke every goddamn record in the book. They say they like that I elevated this title to levels that former champions never could. But I know they don’t. I know they want to see someone else holding the title just like everyone in OWA management. I can accept that. It’s not any different than any of the shit I’ve faced before. They should just prepare to be disappointed. I’d rather defend on my own, but this isn’t some kind of death sentence. The Awakening is more of a unit than these challengers can ever hope to be. The men alongside me have immense skills and talents in their own right. They’re champions for a reason, and I’m going to ensure that they stay champions for a long time.

Reigner, Karlson, Nobi, all people that have had the privilege of being pulled out of a fucking hat. Being the random members of the roster chosen to take a crack at the strongest faction in the history of OWA. I hope they’re not deluding themselves with the idea that they somehow earned this. OWA is getting desperate to rid us of these titles. They’ll give anyone that walks in the door a title shot these days. If you show up to work more than once...you get a chance to lose to some of the best talents in this company. They decided to throw these three a bone because they couldn’t spare anyone else to try and fight us. And once again, they’ll fail and fall like all the other challengers that had the luck to fight us for our championships. The Awakening is a group that doesn’t fail. Individually, together, there’s a level of trust in each other that gold brought us all. And if you think that this group of cobbled together individual even stands a chance against the pure dominance that is The Awakening...I don’t know what to tell you. We’ve been the standard of success ever since we started. The run we’ve been on is matched by no other, and I’m not about to let it end with a whimper. We already gave the boots to these clowns once and ended our time on the last episode of Olympus standing tall with the titles that we’ll be keeping long into season four. We gave our challengers a little taste of what’s to come. An example of the dominance that they’ll be subjected to at the hands of the champs. A beatdown that sent them packing, running away from what’s to come at Final Destination. And in the ring, there’s nowhere to hide unless they want to throw their chances at our championships away. Once we get our hands on them, that fucking match will be nothing but bloodshed and violence. Anything that needs to be done will be done, and there’s nothing that they can do to avoid what’s on the fucking way. This is a way for OWA to clear the gold from us in one match. To put the belts on literally anyone but us, but it’s just not going to happen. We’ve seen what happens when we’re on a roll. And the competition can’t just compare. Let’s take a look at them, shall we?

Whenever there’s a title match, you can count on Nobi getting shoehorned in every single fucking time. I’m sick of it. I really am. And I wish more people were. The Awakening seems like the only group bothering to call this out. If we somehow lose this match, Nobi becomes the Openweight Champion. Good for him, right? He couldn’t become the Hybrid Champion or the Television Champion because this guy’s already lost chances at both these titles. Mark and I have both knocked Nobi’s block off with fucking ease. He was handed a shot at our titles and we sent him packing without breaking a sweat. He really shouldn’t have gotten those in the first place, but in the end, it didn’t matter because we wiped the floor with the man. And here he is again because it’s been too long since he’s had another title match, right? We need the man to get another opportunity that others are starved of. We need the man to choke once again and lose yet another title match. But this time could be different, they say. Why? Because now he has teammates to carry him on their backs. Now he has people to make up for his many flaws and to finally win him some singles gold in OWA because he can’t do it on his own. He shouldn’t be in this match in the first place. If they insisted on winner take all, I could name more people that deserve his spot than he can probably count. But here he is anyway. OWA loves to feed this man and he loves to take it. I don’t blame him for taking what he’s given. If I was given a title shot every month, I would take it too. I’m blaming OWA management for giving this guy yet another chance at gold when there are so many up and coming stars, just chomping at the bit for anything at all. Any chance at glory. A break from the irrelevance that being on the undercard gets them. A quality spot on the biggest fucking event of the year, and they decide to hand Nobi another one. I wonder who’s idea that was? I wonder who had the amazing judgement to do that? When there are so many, starving in the fucking BOB games or not even on the card who could use this. But nah. Nobi could win this time, right? Wrong.

So tell me, Nobi. I hope you know you don’t deserve this in the slightest, but I don’t know. How does it feel to have everything you could ever want handed to you? How does it feel to steal opportunities from people who really deserve them so OWA can try their best to slap a championship on you? You’d think they would’ve learned their lesson after the first few losses, but I guess not. But now, you get to be carried to victory. People hype you up like some monster threat and all I can do is laugh. Sure, you were the one that tossed Ozymandias over the top rope in the Clash, but that was after the entire roster hit their entire moveset on the man. But only you get the credit for it. Sure, you’re a former SSW Pursoesu Champion, but you didn’t even win a fucking match for it. I know that’s something you’ll bring up, but please. Save yourself some breath and stop beating a dead horse. There’s only so much you can fucking say about it and you ran out of material a very long time ago. You might be the most overrated man on this roster by a long shot and that’s saying something. You consistently come out and beat people below you and then you throw a party. People see you as the definition of respect when you barely deserve any for just cruising around and getting shit handed to you. You’ve already had your face caved in by both Mark and myself. You’ve already had a chance to experience what your teammates are going to get. You’ve had your shots at both of our championships and now your greedy ass is getting a chance at Eon’s too, but third time will not be the charm. The result will be the same. The Awakening’s had your number, Nobi. Ever since our first meeting, you’ve been on the wrong end of every single fucking encounter between us and I can’t see that changing one bit. Taking pins, losses, and everything in between at the hands of this unit. So believe me when I say that your peers aren’t talented enough to carry you to a title. And yet another title match loss is on the fucking way.

And next, there’s Noah Reigner, the guy whose crowning achievement seems to be a win over Eon and I. I’ll say it. That night, he and Graham were the better men. But when you’re teaming with people pulled out of a hat against the strongest group that OWA has to offer, things can get a little tough. Things can get really tough if I do say so myself. If he had Baker on his side, he might have a chance. But our teamwork and cohesion can’t be matched. There’s only so much you can do to prepare when you’re going up against a group like this. And this ragtag group of individuals won’t stand a fucking chance when they’re in the ring with us. Though, I’m sure Noah is feeling good. I’m sure he likes his chances. He already has one win under his belt against us that I’m sure he has a framed picture of somewhere. I hope he’s mentally prepared to have his dreams of championship gold crushed. I won’t say that the man’s a puddle of talentless mush. I know he can hold his own in a ring, but he’s just not enough to make up for the force of dominance that is The Awakening. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. You could say the same for most of the OWA roster right now. Noah is a little too overconfident for his own good, if you ask me. Having big expectations for himself and his teammates. Thinking that the match is in the bag. I’m sure he’ll give us a fight. I’m sure we’ll be walking out a little worse for wear at the end of the match. But the fact that he thinks that this will be some squash is fucking laughable. The fact that he thinks he can team up with these names picked out of a hat and defeat this trio that’s been inseparable for months is borderline delusional. Sure, he has a win over me and Eon. I’m not going to sweep that one under the rug like people expect me to do. I recognize that it exists. But it’s a blip on the radar compared to what The Awakening has been doing. And I know I can say that by the end of Final Destination, that win will be long forgotten.

So, Noah, I know that you think that this is going to be easy for you. Hell, you think every match you’re in ends in a dominant win for you despite you having barely any reason to be thinking that. Saying that you took people to the limit doesn’t mean fucking shit. You either win or you lose, and I’ve been taking a lot of wins as of late. That’s loser talk, and I know how much you despise losers. For the most part, you haven’t done much here in OWA. You were supposed to be one of the most high-profile signings. You were supposed to come in and come in hot right from the beginning. Sure, you did get the high-profile matches. You got spots on TV and pay-per-view. But what came out of it? What did you gain? Not much. Good performances that end in L’s can only do so much for you. I learned that in the early part of my OWA run. Starting up The Resistance and shooting it behind the barn after it failed miserably. Having a good run in the Clash but not winning it. A nice little thing to think about at the time, but has no real effect on anything at all. There’s no reason you should be thinking you have anything in the bag. There’s no reason you should be looking at The Awakening as three men to stomp under your boot. But still, I know you do, and at Final Destination, you’ll find out exactly why you’re so fucking wrong. Confidence is good, but overconfidence is about to lead to yet another fall from grace. I’ve come too far to lose the title I’ve turned into something to be desired once again. Not yet.

And finally, there’s Liz Karlson, maybe the individual I’m the least familiar with. I’ve been in the ring multiple times with Nobi and Reigner, but Liz is someone new. Someone I’ve barely had the chance to tangle with, but I doubt many people have been in the ring with her in OWA. Remember when I said that Nobi was taking away opportunities from people that could really fucking use them? Stealing chances over and over again from wrestlers that could actually win the matches for the title? I guess Liz is one of those people that could really use it. Does it mean that she’ll win? Of course not, but at least they’re giving the shot to someone that...deserves it? Well...deserves it more than some others that have title matches at least. Intentional or not. I hope she’s happy to even be getting this. I hope she’s happy that she was the one picked out of the hat to try and take out The Awakening because it might be the closest thing she’s going to get to stardom. The Hybrid Title’s been dragged through the mud quite a bit. People saying that it was made just for Mark to have a belt. Hell, some people that work in this fucking company don’t know that it exists. Everyone’s quick to talk shit. Everyone’s quick to try and drag down the prestige of a championship that they don’t own. But now that Liz has a chance to be champ, it’s time to bring the belt back to being credible. Now it’s time for Liz to elevate that title, right? Nah. Because she’s not going to be getting it in the first place. I haven’t seen very much from her, but if Olympus says anything, she’s no different than her teammates we sent running for the hills. Even though we won that battle, I know the war isn’t over yet, but I’m liking my chances.

Just like Reigner, it looks like you’re a cocky one, Karlson. A shit talker. A spunky attitude, yeah yeah yeah, I’ve seen it all before. But even Noah has a small reason for thinking so in his mind. He has a victory to look back on. But you? Nothing at all. Nothing but a lack of common sense and overconfidence about your own ability. What makes you think you can beat us? I’m sure that’s what all your opponents have said. You have no reason to think that you’ll be doing anything but losing on pay-per-view, but still, you have an unwavering fucking confidence because that’s just the type of dumbass you are. All the cash in the world won’t be able to save you. The corporate sponsors won’t be jumping in the ring to save your ass. I know you know this. One person can’t be that much of an idiot. But from what I’m seeing, you’re more focused on making money than winning this match, and I know you think you can do both. I know you think you can do it all, but you really can’t. The Awakening is too much, and you need to be 100% focused on what’s ahead to even have a chance. You’ll learn. That’s what they all say. Everyone wants to make their opponent learn that they’re a top talent, but there’s never any guarantee. But trust me when I say that you and the rest of OWA will finally start looking at the champions of Olympus with a little more respect.

The Awakening was always a group of men, helping each other to the top of the card. Four ragtag individuals tired of their place on the card. I know that’s how it started. Anyone can see that. But now, we’ve ascended to more than that. We’ve achieved our goals of winning gold when everyone laughed us off. And in the process, we’ve made ourselves some of the most hated men on the roster when we’re just doing what’s best for us. I don’t go out to hurt people that don’t have it coming. I only do what’s needed for myself. And OWA despises me for it and does everything in its power to take my title from me. I’ve fended off every challenger in my path and broken record after record after fucking record.

And it’s not ending here.

Of. Fucking. Course.

Noah Reigner sat in the dimly lit Reigner’s Rest in the heart of Osaka’s Red Light District. The bar sat completely empty, which was odd. Usually full of patrons around this time in the evening, but not tonight. Tonight it was closed to the public. The only people that were spotted inside were the female bartender. Liz Karlson, who sat solo in her own booth. And - of course - Noah Reigner who sat in the very back booth, the ‘VIP’ booth if you will. His hand wrapped around a glass tumbler, with a trace amount of liquid left inside - if we were to guess, whiskey. Noah’s favorite. The sleeves of his white button down dress shirt were sloppily rolled up to his elbows. The black tie he once wore properly, untied and hung loosely around his neck and the top buttons of the shirt undone. He sat turned slightly with his back leaned against the wall, one leg bent at the knee and his foot on the bench seat next to him. His hand clinched the glass, holding it slightly elevated from the table, swishing the contents around as he rotated it. Without a moment's hesitation, he downed the contents of the glass and - while not slamming - placed it down hard on the table.

“I’m not surprised. In fact, I would be lying if I said I didn’t expect this. With all of my years in this business, I know a combustible element when I see one - and at the last Olympus, that was the epitome of. I didn’t expect myself, or anyone, to walk out of that match with a victory - so I’m not surprised nor am I even bothered by it. Because in one moment, the Awakening proved me right. In one moment, the Awakening showed the world that they are a group of bitches. They couldn’t perform within the parameters of the match, and they all saw the absolute burial that was happening in front of their eyes, so Eon Blue made it a point to attack the referee to stop the match. I’m not going to say that I ‘almost’ had Mark Michaels, because I didn’t almost have anything. Mark Michaels was a corpse. What I did on Olympus was that I proved, without a shadow of a doubt, that Mark Michaels is nowhere near capable of actually competing with me. Everyone already knew it, and if they didn’t know - it was definitely an assumption they’ve made. But I demonstrated that, and that panic that first set in on the Awakening camp when my name was mentioned as one of the challengers to their precious titles - that panic increased tenfold if not more on Olympus when Blue and Quinn watched me body Michaels. They talk a big talk about being longest reigning this, and ‘easily won’ that - but on Olympus they realized the truth, the same truth that I said all along -- they are insignificant. Especially when placed against real talent such as myself.”

“I know a big talking point from Michaels was how I’ve either diminished myself - lowering myself to a division that I have said is currently beneath me, or that I’ve regressed and I’m not as on ‘top of the world’ as I used to be. Two statements that contradict one another entirely - but I expected nothing less from a group of half-wits like the Awakening. Not to mention, the mindless dribble of how I’ve ‘lost it’ and how I’m ‘not as good’ as I once was, because of situations that work against me. I don’t shy away from it, though, I own those losses and wear them as a reminder. A reminder that the Dynasty - as they’re now called - and that the Awakening are too chickenshit to face me head on, so they interfere and attack me from behind. That’s fine. I get the cowardice from both camps. I’m Noah fucking Reigner, afterall. A man known the world over, multi-time world champion not to mention all of the other accolades. So all of that talk, is simply that - talk. I haven’t regressed, as you could tell from the last Olympus when I put on a fuckin’ clinic over Michaels. I’m Twenty-Nine years old, have yet to even reach my peak and these half-wits think I’ve regressed? It would be a funny joke, if they didn’t pitifully believe that with every fibre of their being. They truly have a god complex, I guess. Inflated feelings of their own personal abilities if they still think they are better than me, after I’ve legitimately beaten two of them - and was in the process of burying the third. In this case, god-complex is equivalent to out and out stupidity. That’s fine, though. I’m ready to knock them off of their high-horses while simultaneously knocking sense into them at Final Destination. And as far as lowering myself to their divisions, go? I could easily have kicked in the door and demanded a world championship match - but, you see - despite my status as one of the best in the world, I’ve always been a man that’s earned my place. In EAW, I earned the right to choose my cash in for the title, I earned the one-on-one opportunity after beating a midget with a Napoleon complex but was robbed of the opportunity via a cowardly backstage attack. So I exacted my revenge on that idiot in the form of eye-for-an-eye. In SSW, I earned my way to the Puroresu Championship by beating every man in front of me - Baker, Stevens and Senn. So don’t worry about me challenging for the OWA World Championship, I will earn my way - just as I’ve earned my way to this match by having a victory over two of the three champions. I could have used clout and recognition and demanded things, to have made this match happen sooner rather than letting it play out the way it has; but call me old-fashioned - but I would rather earn it. And news flash, kids - I have.”

By now, Misato - the bartender and waitress here at Reigner’s Rest - has broughten Noah a new glass of his choice of whiskey. One that he picked up, repeating the mannerisms he had - absent mindedly swirling it around as he spoke.

“Mark, when are you going to learn? All of your bravado, all of that puffed-out chest machismo isn’t going to sway anyone’s thought process. There’s no changing anyone’s minds when it comes to this simple fact  -  that you are inferior in every way when compared to me, or to anyone of real talent. I proved that at the last Olympus. How’s the neck, by the way?. Yeah, I said you aren’t champion material - and I stand by that belief. You bring up the EAW Pride title like it means anything, but it wasn’t worth it’s weight in counterfeit gold in which they constructed it from. You bring up the fact that you competed for the World Championship after I was long gone - asif being gifted a title match that everyone, including yourself, knew that you were going to lose means anything? Guess they must have been hurting for talent to fill the void after I left. The EAW Pride championship is a joke, a title made for the bottom of the rung guys to cling onto because they would get smoked in the trenches of any other division. And you’re proud to have held the title. There’s a reason men like myself didn’t even glance in it’s direction - because it was beneath me. I don’t need to ‘fact-check’ the fact that you are fucking atrocious, Mark - I’ve been in the ring with you, I know. As far as this collection of belts that the Awakening hold - the very foundation of your entire argument of ‘being the best of Olympus’ - those titles were as good as gone the second this match was announced. All three of you knew it, that’s why you guys have been so goddamn butt-hurt for the last month. Must suck when you go from feeling superior one moment, to realizing you’re doomed to lose in the next. As for me quote-unquote “challenging” for the belts? It’s tradition that if a champion is beaten, the victors became contenders. The Corsairs did to Blue and Quinn exactly what I did to you a few days ago; destroyed. You can make your narrow-minded claims that I was ‘carried’ to the win all you want, it doesn’t make it true. We worked as a team to eliminate another team, one that made the same bold claims and emptiness arguments that you’ve made; how they’re better and how we’re flops because of losses. You see how well that worked for them, right? We out worked them as a team, so it was only a matter of time before I would be standing across from one of them - if not both - as a challenger for the title. Earned my way here. No bitching. No whining. No complaining. I certainly didn’t shoot videos listening to a trash-ass band like Hole, where I rattled off some incoherent nonsense that boiled down to being butt-hurt that I was stepping against real competition, unlike you. But it is fitting, mind you. A garbage band that was insignificant in the grunge scene when compared to the heavy hitters - used by a garbage wrestler who’s insignificant in the industry when compared to the heavy hitters.”

“You make this too easy, Mark. But if you want to continue to live in your own fantasy world with your delusions of grandeur, by all means. But keep this in mind, your jokes of mental retardation and claims of me making an ‘ass of myself’ while I - quote unquote - “suck myself off”; it’s all apparent that it’s projections that you show to the world, trying to make them see your way when it’s in fact yourself doing all of these things. I’ll be sure to be the one that puts an end to your insufferable narcissism, Mark. And when it’s all over with, when you’re looking up at me holding my pick of one of those three championships? Maybe then it’ll sink into that thick, primate-skull that you were never really good. Just in the right place, at the right time when it came to your championship victory. I’ll be blunt, Mark - like I always am. You suck. You will fail to get anywhere beyond middle of the pack in this company, like you have in every other company you’ve stepped foot into - especially when you’re throwing down with men well above your weight class. Those ‘dark-match curtain jerkers’ you reference? If I were you, I wouldn’t talk down to them. They’re soon to be your superiors. I would be an asshole to let you go on believing otherwise.”

Noah offered a shrug after he finished speaking. He never had really looked into the camera yet, only indirectly glancing at it here and there. He took a small drink from his glass before continuing.

“I don’t get it, though. The logic behind some of these shoots misses me. ‘Let’s tell Noah he hasn’t done anything of worth in OWA, so we’ll ask him what he’s done to deserve this.’ immediately followed by ‘We don’t care that you beat us in some throwaway match that he weren’t concerned about. We don’t care that you lasted longer than us in the Clash.’ - Or better yet, ‘Noah’s regressed and hasn’t done anything worth mentioning since his EAW title.’ while also saying, ‘No one cares you were World and Tag Champ in Japan and still are one of the most established stars there’. The boys in the Awakening are so rattled by this match, that they can’t come up with coherent arguments as to why they’re going to win. Ask me what I’ve done, but cut me down because I mention it? And yet they go on about how they’re the most dominant faction ever, but blatantly ignore the fact that I’ve already beaten two-thirds of the men in this match and had it not been for their cowardice, it would have been three-for-three. It’s okay though, no one’s judging you. Hell, if I were you - a talentless hack, in the position that you’re in, facing three of the best in this business -  I would throw logic right out of the window too. I would be trying to do everything in my power to rattle the opposition in hopes that they come out swinging mindlessly so we would have some hope of victory. However, I hate to be the bearer of bad news; but I’m not rattled easily. Especially by the feeble attempts from Larry, Curly and Moe at trying to throw me off of my game. We’re days away from Final Destination Three, and this is the narrative spun by men who are afraid to look their fate in the eye. That myself and my cohorts for this match are scraped from the bottom of the barrel - yes, former world champions in our own right, are bottom of the barrel scum that should be thankful for the opportunity that’s in front of us. Do you see now why I refer to these three men as ‘half-wits’? Do you see now why I don’t take any of them seriously, because together - the three of them can’t comprehend how absolutely fucked they are, despite all of the signs being right there in front of them.”

“Am I surprised that Blue is still out here spreading the gospel of Fiora? No, because what else does he have? He certainly has no leverage over myself, let alone Liz or Nobi. As hard as he is trying to downplay the severity of the situation, he has no ground to stand on except ‘Noah hasn’t won a match.’ He won’t even address the fact that he had to literally pull Mark Michaels’ ass from the fire just a few days ago, because he is familiar with that fire. He was burned by it once already and is soon to be again. He won’t address the fact that he had to get the match purposely thrown out because if it continued - he wouldn’t have had a third partner to rely on at Final Destination Three because what was happening in front of his very eyes was a legit murder. He couldn’t beat me with Quinn, so he feels he’ll have a better chance with Quinn and Michaels by his side. The odds of that happening are about as good as Helen Keller finding Waldo. In other words, you’re still fucked.”

“And then there’s Quinn. I heard your diatribe a few days ago, and just like your mates - you stay butt hurt over the decision of this match. It would appear there’s not enough ass-bandaids to make the Awakening stop complaining that they have to fulfill their championship obligations and actually defend them. Instead, we get incessant pissing and moaning, still listing the same reasons why myself and the others shouldn’t get a title match. Calling it ‘disrespectful’ because of their ‘grind’ that got them to the top. The only worthwhile defense you have is against Darkane, while your boys splash around in those rain-puddle divisions. Divisions that we will soon take over and rebuild. Championships that myself, Liz and Nobi will soon hold and restore honor and credibility to them. I’ll give you, and only you, a brief clap for your work - only due to the Darkane victory, the man is no joke. But this is something that we call ‘inevitably’. Sooner or later, you were going to end up across the ring from someone who’s better than you. Sooner or later, you were going to lose your championship. That time is now. It’s inevitable, and the person who’s better than you - in every way, in every form, in every fashion - is me. But, continue the trend - Quinn, just like I expect you to. Stand beside your brothers-in-arms, put together some sloppy arguments that riddled with holes and inconsistencies, throw a few more of those ‘tried-and-true’ observations my way like you three love to bring up despite the fact that their meaningless, and neglect to read the writing that’s on the wall right in front of you. Hype yourselves to the moon and back, just like you did against April Song and Revy, only - you failed to walk out of that match with a victory too. Instead you needed to take a chair to them in order to protect yourselves from any humiliation - the same way you and Blue needed to protect Michaels after the week he spent hyping himself to be ‘better’ than me, only for him to be proven that he’s not. Talk yourselves up, but there’s no one to pull you out of the fire come Final Destination Three.”

Now, he would turn to look into the camera. That infamous smirk touching his lips.

“It’s simple, boys. You’ve had your moments in the sun, your fifteen minutes of fame if you will. But that timer has hit zero. The timeline for your championship reigns ends at Final Destination Three. No amount of collapsing arguments. No amount of hate, venom, and bile that you throw at us, and no amount of whining and bitching will change that. You’re in over your heads here, everyone can see that. Everyone knows that. I’m well aware of where my place and position in this industry is - it’s time for me to remind you of your position and place.

Beneath us.”

I won at Final Destination 2 last year. I want to win again this year. I mean, wouldn't it be cool to have an undefeated streak in OWA's biggest PPV? It would be yes, indeed. Who doesn't want to have this kind of accomplishment? Everyone does.

I mean people always talk about wanting to win in general don't they? But to win in the biggest show of them all should be considered as an accomplishment.

And now I'm eagerly wanting to win at Final Destination again.

Last year, I was in a Championship match except that I was a Champion but now I'm a challenger. What a journey I've been riding for a year. Lots of bumpy rides and we're going to stop at the Final Destination and believe me when I say this that I want Noah Reigner, Liz Karlson, and myself to make this Final Destination to be the real Final Destination for The Awakenings as the Champions because we're about to beat them down.

To be honest, it was a great feeling that I won at Final Destination 2 and I want to feel the euphoria once again. With Noah Reigner and Liz Karlson as my partners, that will be very possible. After all, they're among the best wrestlers in the world.

I think people know that Noah Reigner and I have been allies or even friends for the last few months. We fought together in OWA. We did fight each-others in SSW but the respect I have for Noah Reigner is a big one and I'd say he has respect for me too. We all have to admit that Aren Mstislav made a smart decision to pick him for this match because knowing Noah's name and reputation as countless times World champions in every promotion he goes to will not only elevate the TV Championship prestige, but also Noah will bring even more money for OWA. Noah is always a top draw but as a champion? He'll always be at the top billing because Noah is a very recognizable name in the pro wrestling business.

Liz Karlson is one hell of an athlete. But not only that, she'll always be ready for any kind of fight. I teamed up with this lady once and not only she is a great wrestler as she has won 3 times world championship but she's also a great tag team competitor and she's always ready for a number game as she brought the good fights to Daisy Thrash, Kimberly Chase, and Nakita Dubov alone. No wonder why she's a former 3 times World Champion already despite just making her debut in August 2018.

Now let's address The Awakenings, shall we?

No offense to Noah Quinn. You're a good wrestler, maybe even great, but everytime people hear about the "Noah" name, they think of Reigner, not you, Quinn. I mean to be fair, you already are the best TV Champion in this company as you are the most defending TV Champion in OWA history. Hey you beat me to defend your Championship too despite you getting some help from both Mark, Eon, and technically Teddy Mac to beat me, but good job regardless. I'm sure one day you will beat me fair and square without Eon Blue or Mark Michaels on your sides in a one on one match but until that day really comes, I'm sure you still regret it that you let The Awakenings to help you out. Because I believe in your thoughts you can beat me and I just said it earlier that it's in my thoughts too. But regardless, you'll give a good showing in this match. You have your two Brothers in the arm to battle Reigner, Liz, and myself therefore, this is kind of your favourite game. You could use any tricks all you want since both Eon and Mark are here but don't forget it that the last time we saw each-others, I knocked you out with my Attitude Adjustment, Quinn. Eon Blue did save Mark Michaels from a loss but you couldn't do it because you were out of cold after Liz and I knocked you out. I hope you have enough endurace going for this match because Reigner definitely has great endurace and stamina to keep going after your Championship.

I know you made your pro wrestling debut in 2015, Mark Michaels and we know you haven't won any World Championship after all these years and this is why Liz Karlson will be a much better Hybrid Champion than you are, Michaels. She's just so much better than you are. You are her senior and yet she has a better career. You already gave a credit to her after all. I think it was so nice of you to give Liz a credit considering you won the Hybrid Championship after Finnegan Wakefield did you a favour by taking Ironico out for you. But just like you are, I don't mind to point out the fact that you also did beat me fair and square before either. That was a fact. I can't deny it. But I can also point out why I'm worthy to be here because I also beat Nathan Fiora fair and square months prior and it can't be denied either. So I guess even if I fail to win this match and if Nathan Fiora is still walking out as the Omega Heavyweight Champion and somehow I get an opportunity to challenge him, I know I can beat him for the Omega Heavyweight Champion. But nah, I already won the SSW Puroresu World Championship months prior and while I don't mind to be a world champion once again, I already tasted how it felt to be a World Champion which is something you haven't experienced yet, Mark. It's just like how you never experienced the fame and glamour in Hollywood. Back then, you were billed from Beverly Hills, California and called yourself as The Social Media Champion, but that's the key word "Social Media". You needed to make countless Social Media accounts and making countless contents to gain followers to get yourself over. You did gain band of followers but not even one single amateur film director had an interest to sign you on for their projects. Why? Perhaps it's because you lack charisma and perhaps it's because you have an ugly face. I didn't need to make a Social Media account to get People's attentions. Movies Studios came to me first to offer me movies roles. What can I say? I suppose I have a natural charisma. But I do know I'm always a wrestler because if you saw Teddy Mac as a threat, I did beat him fair and square months ago to retain my Championship. And I suppose Moongoose McQueen is like your Angelo Brando, Mark.

Now, most of what you said about me, all are true Eon Blue. I did pay my respect to Noah Reigner and Liz Karlson, I did address Noah Quinn and Mark Michaels, and now I'm going to address you that I'm indeed going to say that you are indeed a great talent for this company because that's what you are: a talent. Why don't you spread your wings to SSW or Wrestleworld or Project: Honor or Kingdom Pro or Pro Wrestling Nova and so on? I'm sure you can win some belt on other promotions too. Never thought about being a Double Champs? A'right. Perhaps, if things went your way at Game Over 2020 night one, you could have been a double champion right now. I mean, you won the Openweight Championship at Civil War by beating two talented wrestlers in Elijah Hampton and Vanessa Laurents with respect, honor, and pride. You didn't have Quinn or Michaels to help you out. You could have asked Quinn to support you after what happened at Game Over but you didn't. Instead, you keep working harder than before and you become the Openweight Champion by all yourself but one thing I need to remind you is that, this is your actual first defense. What if you lose this match but not because of your mistake? What if either Mark or Quinn got pinned or tapped out? Would you blame them? That you lost your Openweight Championship on your first defense to me because they couldn't fight anymore? I'm pretty sure that would pissed you off, Eon Blue. You let it slide when Quinn pinned you. You saved Mark Michaels from a loss on the last Olympus. You're the one that do all the hard work the most it seems and you better hope that you don't lose your title to me because of one of them. You brought up what Noah Reigner that they will pay to see a former world champion in me as the Openweight Champion. You do know that is true, don't you? But not only that, I defended my SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Champion exactly here once and I lost my title in one special show too. I was willing to defend my World Championship wherever I went and that's why I know I'm capable to defend the Openweight Championship against some of Kingdom's and Odyssey's bests assuming I'm still an Olympus talent after FD 3 and unlike you, I'm going to defend my title for every opportunity I get. A Hollywood star defending the SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Championship in every chances he got did make some cool story. Now it's the time for the Openweight Champion to get the same treatment.

I hope you all are ready to put your titles on the line. You have to realize it that if Noah Reigner, Liz Karlson, and I lost this match, we don't have much to lose. We could either just move on and call it a day or we could try to challenge you all again. I mean, in my case, I always got a Championship opportunity right? But if you all lose, you all will no longer be Championship and that's The Awakenings' worst nightmare. You all are the ones that under the pressures and not me, Reigner, or Liz, I hope you all realize that.

Unexpected Meeting
Final Destination 3 #2

Remember the phone call at Devi's home? Well....that phone call is someone who wants to meet with Devi at the wrestling center in Raleigh.


9:55pm Wrestling Center in Raleigh

Devi: Well? I'm here. I was supposed to expect or meetup with someone important.

Suddenly hearing foot steps about to head straight to Devi.

???: Well, well. Looks like you've made it here Miss Krysis.

Devi: Huh? Who the hell are you? Are you the one that called me about the offer.


Just when Devi asked the question, a man in the black suit with a clean shaved haircut appear in front of Devi.

Damien: Yes ma'am! Oh boy, introduction my name's Damien. Damien Adams McGuire! It's a pleasure to meet you.

Devi: Ok?! It's a pleasure to meet you too, and...care to tell me why am I here? Matter of fact why I got called up here in the Wrestling Center this late of night.

Damien: Glad you ask Devi, because I know that you gonna be busy for Final Destination 3 for The BOB Games! But all seriousness, I want to talk about your future.

Devi: My future you say?

Damien: Yes, your future! You see I've been in the Wrestling valet game for the past decades! I made talents become stars, I made talents become champions! But I always live up to the motto "Success creates stars!" And it got me making alot of cash and...

Damien showing Devi the pic of his enterprise.

Devi: Woah, this is..

Damien: This is McGuire Enterprise, my company in New York, I build this business from ground up. And it's helps me sponsorship for talents. Merchandise, commercials, and other ordeals! Plus we got a very state in the art training facility since Covid-19 has been impact the nation, I took liberty and made a virtual training program.

Devi: Wow, Stark never had stuff like this.

Damien: Right? Speaking of Stark because I know that you've been training for him! But I've been watching you, no really, I've. Been. Watching. You! You seem to be having a hard time winning matches, because of Stark. Tell me something...does Stark offered any advice for your matches? Does his training regimen that he gave you helped you win the matches like the Women's Clash of The Titans or that Triple Threat Tag Team match?

Devi silently has Damien questioned about Stark

Damien: Judging by your silent, he didn't. You had so much potential for OWA, you've had fought against former champions like Diantha Rosso, Dulce Torres, Aria Jaxon, and even Stephanie Matsuda! Of course your best friend aka your partner Azurine Vebbins beat the War Hero and you didn't!

Devi is felt a little pissed the fact that she didn't beat Stephanie Matsuda in the past and Damien mentioned it.

Damien: You see Stark offered you nothing but losing matches, hell even Hana Nakajima called you a nobody.

Devi: *angrily* I don't want to talk about that with Hana.

Damien: Ok, ok, easy, easy. My point is Stark is nothing, he give you nothing but false hopes and expected you to win. But if you signed a sponsorship deal with McGuire Enterprise, come to OWA next season your career will go straight to the moon. Think about it! You'll be in big matches like Women's World Championship, You'll win the Athena's Cup, hell you can be in the main event for next years Final Destination!

Devi: Hmm...

Damien: Here, this is my business card, will be in touch. I'll leave you to think about my offer, ok! Talk to me a later and good luck at The BOB Games

As Damien walks off, Devi look at the business card.

Devi: *sigh* how am I going to explain this to Stark? You know what i'll keep this has a secret.

Screen fades black

( the scene opens with shot the cityscape of a bright spring day in Hollywood, California accompanied by the loud, grungy guitar riff of “Celebrity Skin” by Hole.)

Courtney Love: OH MAKE ME OVER!

( the scene becomes a montage of shots. First a shot of the iconic Hollywood sign, next a street sign at the corner of Hollywood Boulevard, and Vine street, next a rolling shot passing by the various names immortalized on the Hollywood walk of fame.)

Courtney Love: I’M ALL I WANNA BE!

( A wide shot of Grauman’s Chineese theatre, and the various movie studio lots.)

Courtney Love: HEY SO GLAD YOU CAN MAKE IT! HEY NOW YOU REALLY MADE IT! HEY SO GLAD YOU CAN MAKE IT NOW!

( next a shot of a young woman standing on the side walk.  It’s obvious from her demeanor and choice clothing that she is a hooker.)

Courtney Love: WHEN I WAKE UP IN MY MAKE UP ITS TOO EARLY FOR THAT DRESS.

( next a shot of an underpass where each side of the sidewalk is lined with tents and makeshift shanty housing for a number of homeless people.) 

Courtney Love: WILTED AND FADED HERE IN HOLLYWOOD, I’M SO GLAD I CAME HERE WITH YOUR POUND OF FLESH!

( A shot now of the dozens upon dozens of street impersonators, dime store Mickey Mouses, Pikachus, Darth Vaders, and Bugs Bunnies in costumes that are cheep, and in some small underlying way slightly disturbing with how they are misshapen.)

Courtney Love: YOU WANT A PART OF ME?!

( Next we see the various tourists that getting suckered in for a quick picture in exchange for loose money and pocket change.)

Courtney Love: WELL I’M NOT SELLING CHEEP!

( the shot pull back along the street to reveal a black Chevy Suburban rolling along with the heavy Los Angeles traffic. We cut to the car’s interior where we see Mark Michaels gazing out of the rear Passenger Side window.)


Michaels: “Well this town is as phony as ever it seems. And still mooching off of people’s desires to perhaps perchance come within an inch of someone else’s spotlight. I mean Look out there and you see people getting suckered out of their money for a picture with someone who’s pretending to be famous. You see neon lights and high def billboards looming large over crumbling buildings and grimy streets. The Venere of glitz and glamor painted over the rotten core, that sums up the whole of Los Angeles county. I couldn’t have Been Happier to have left. This whole town, It’s as much of a fraud, as much of a sham as that bullshit six man tag match they’re sticking me in.  The candy coated shell of opposition that actually stands a chance of walking away with three of the championship me and my brothers busted our asses to get, covering up the fact that when the Awakening stands together as a unit Michael Jordan, Muhammad Ali, and Tiger Woods couldn’t match up to us in terms of just how damn good we are at what we do. Every time  that a single one of us had the spotlight on him we’ve all exceeded expectations. Every time the match had bigger and better stakes, we more than rose to the occasion.  And now with the biggest show of the year just days away, with the balance of power on Olympus hinging on this match, and with not just the chance to cement the teachings of Father Nathan as the true way to unlock all your potential, all in the town that sells the dream of becoming not just famous, but a legend In your own time, this is what me and my brothers live for. The opportunity to show the world that it doesn’t matter how much makeup and paint you throw on, what matters is what you are at your core, and at my core I am the one tough son of a bitch, dare I say it the toughest son of a bitch in OWA. I am the most stubborn bastard in OWA, Because i refuse to stay down, I refuse to give in, and I to die. 




So Where do I begin with this match? First I think it is now blatantly obvious that Aren Mstislav is wholly and totally inept at being the General Manager of Olympus. The man let his own bias against me and my brothers  skew the matches that Olympus will be showcasing at Final Destination 3. He has taken three champions, all of whom have what it takes to steal the show while successfully defending our titles, and he lumped us together like we were after thoughts. He took a look at the most dominant stable that OWA has ever seen and he’s tossed a few mangy mutts who are all one step away from jerking the curtain In The weekly dark matches. And the funny thing about it all is that  Just like the morons taking pictures with off brand Elmer Fudd his Hero worship has gotten the better of him. I bet you that right now Aren is wringing his hands with excitement over the thought that in one fell swoop the Awakening will no longer hold all the gold. I got news for him, that’s just not gonna happen. Because despite the fact that he has done everything in his power to devalue the Awakening, he’s gonna realize real quick than when you put the hungriest guys in the entirety of the OMEGA wrestling Alliance, the three guys who have been overlooked and undervalued, the three guys who every time we step up to the plate in the bottom of the 9th, we are gonna hit that fucker out of the park if it kills us! When you put together myself, Noah Quinn, and Eon Blue together with one common goal in mind, there is nothing we cannot do!  I mean if you needed proof of how damn good we are, look no further than the fact that Aren couldn’t find even one member of the Olympus roster worthy of challenging me for the Hybrid championship. They drew three random names out of a hat and said fuck it. And where they insulted both myself and the Hybrid championship by way of having these three jokers tossed at us who don’t even really know or care what they’re actually fighting for, we know that The Openweight, Television, and Hybrid championships are all acting as vindication for both myself and my brothers as individuals in the ring, and as living proof that what we have learned together actually works.  Second It seems more and more to me that This place works like a cast system or somethings? It’s like someone back at HQ said ‘Oh we signed Noah Reigner to an overinflated contract, we gotta push him even though he hasn’t earned one red cent of all that money since he’s been here.  Come Final Destination the Awakening will expose the three fucks Aren picked for the frauds they are, while we in the Awakening are the genuine articles of excellence. 
  
Noah Reigner may be trumpeted as one of the greatest free agents OWA picked up, but if the last few weeks have proved anything, it’s that he’s a lying bastard whose best days are behind him, and considering how young he is that’s pretty fucking tragic. In fact Noah I am completely convinced that you have lost your mind, or simply had it beaten into mush over the last year,  and are just now living in your own little fantasy world. You say I wasn’t championship material in EAW, but not only did I win the Pure Championship there, My last match was in a chamber for that hell hole’s world championship. I mean is some simple fact checking really that hard?  Well maybe for someone as mentally handicapped as you it might be, but come on at least Google the shut you’re talking about before making a total ass out of yourself. Case in point ever since this match was announced you’ve gone puffed up your chest and put yourself over to the point of where every man, woman, and child who heard was certain that you were so in love with yourself that if you could you’d tuck your head between your legs and kiss your own ass. Neverminf the fact if you were half as good as you say you were you’d be in a feature match, or at least competing for a world title match in one of those cluster fucks held between the ropes. And whilst you were busy sucking yourself off, you’re shit talking mouth somehow still found time to trash myself, Eon, The good Noah in this match, along the guy who gave us the spark we needed to go out and claim what we were worth. You talked all kinds of nonsense about us being mediocre, yeah even though we won every singles title on the brand and bitch slapped anyone who even thought about challenging us back to whatever hole they cralwed out of.  You bragged about one insignificant tag team match where you were carried to a win. You threw your weight around bragging what you had done in every other company except this one, because you haven’t done a damn thing since you had the red carpet rolled out for you.  News flash, I’m not impressed but what you’ve done two years ago in a company I wasn’t apart of  Noah, you are a sad, strange, deluded little man who says Me and the Awakening are at the bottom of the company, while failing to realize you can’t even admit to himself that he’s chasing after what rightfully belongs to the Us. I mean what’s more likely in this situation that we find ourselves in, that the most dominant faction in the history of OWA is made up of subpar bargain basement talent that somehow tripped into a Scrooge McDuck amount of gold hanging from their waists, and that you, Nobi, and Liz are gonna swoop in and rescue those belts like the goddamn sailor scouts?  Or that guys you never gave a second thought about have now surpassed you in every way, shape, and form here in OWA because we worked harder, smarter, and weren’t content to let our pasts define us?   You and Nobi are perfect for one another because you’re both overrated, you both keep dropping the ball, and you both still get handed opportunities on a silver platter.  But don’t get too excited, because as long as the Awakening is around, every single one of those title shots will end with our hands held high and you head hung low. 


Speaking of  Nobi, About two months ago I told Him to his face that he was nothing more than choke artist and the only reason he ever gets title shots around here is because he sends a tickle through the privates of some stiff in middle management. And now I look at Nobi two months removed from the last time I beat his ass, and I gotta say not much has changed. He’s still getting title shots he hasn’t earned, and after Final Destination when we beat his unworthy ass again,  he’ll be right back to challenging for another title, probably the Omega Heavyweight title, which will still be around the waist of Father Nathan. If you ever needed a visual representation of failing upward, look no further than Nobi. Am I being too harsh? Someone remind me what Nobi has done to earn this shot?  I mean beside standing around do dick all. What makes him so goddamn special that while dozens of others who are more worthy of his place, are praying that they make it out of Scott Oasis latest death trap in one piece. So since we seem to be living in the movie Groundhog’s day, I could just as well say everything I said the last time I faced off with Nobi and it would still be just as valid, I mean it’s litterally the same piece of sell out, gone Hollywood shit, different day. I mean how many times can we keep stepping on the same goddamn roach before we get someone who can actually hang?  How long till management stops thinking with their asses and starts rewarding the people who deserve it, namely the Awakening?!  How will it be any different beating his ass at Final Destination then it has been every single other time we’ve done so?! Is this like the running joke in OWA?  Is there some kind of meme in the office that goes something like ‘Nobi loses LOL’ ? I ask because it’s beginning to feel like some kind of sick and cruel joke to keep getting his hopes up, only for him to run into the same brick walls again and again. And The Awakening aren’t the only ones to see that Nobi fails to learn from his numerous failures.  it’s gotten so bad that every single friend he ever had has washed their hands of him. From Teddy Mac deserting him to join a band of douchebags who at least present an actual threat, to Moongoose McQueen whipping his ass like he owed him money in SSW, everyone with half a brain has dropped this motherfucker like a bad habbit, I guess that should tell you just how moronic Karlson and Reigner actually are to be excited to team with him. 


Liz, I know that after that six woman tag match I you’re limping into this match after having been speared through the barricade by Nakita, and I’ll give you credit trying to tough it out. But Liz if you think that for one single second that I’ll go easy on you because of it, then you’re in for a hell of a surprise. See I’m an equal opportunity ass kicker. I don’t care if you’re a man, I don’t care if you’re a woman, if you come at me in that ring and I will leave you either screaming in submission or face down on the mat concussed out out of your fucking mind just like the last two chicks that thought they stood a chance of surviving a man they call the Lethal Injection. Now I know you’re sure to tell me how impressive you’ve been and how you were so amazing that Aren just had to add you into this match, blah blah blah. Liz it’s not that hard to look good when you’re on the same brand as Devi Krysis, and considering what I’ve seen from you Its a good thing you only have to measure up to the company laughing stock. But over here on Olympus, despite what that ass hat Reigner might say to make himself feel better about how useless he’s been these last six months, there is no room for mediocrity, not if you want to do anything more than spin your wheels and go nowhere. Friday nights have more talent in the opening match than all Odyssey combined. And right now you are about to face off against three of the finest wrestlers, not just on Olympus, not just in OWA, but in the whole goddamn world. Let me simplify for you, right now you’re a hidden gem on Odyssey, a shingling pearl just waiting to be harvested and put on display. Where I’m from, you’re a shining turd that’s had more polish put on it than the street walkers going up and down this very boulevard. You should have turned down this match. You should ha e gone for Accentuon to the heavens, or that OWA headquarters match, or even just stood the fuck home. You ha e done yourself no favors in trying to oppose an irresistible force like the Awakening,  just as being lumped in along side Nobi and Noah has done zero for you as wel. I mean the best case scenario for you, a highly unlikely best case scenario mind you, is that you and the other two jackasses get a fluke win and you go on to be labeled a paper champion who got the belt riding her partners’ coat tails. And Liz make no mistake about it, should you somehow eek out a win, Nobi and Noah will be the ones getting all the credit. That’s how the the jackasses that run this place are, they have their little hand picked favorites and if you dare manage to get an ounce more than they expected you to, they will do everything in their power to cut you off at the knees.  That’s what me, Eon, and Noah Quinn have all gone through, that is why we will fight like hell till our last breaths, and that is why we steam roll over any son of a bitch in our paths.  Consider this fair warning bitch, expect no mercy when that bell rings. 

So to you three propped up pricks, I say you better enjoy the five minutes of fame you have left. When that bell rings it’s gonna be the Final Destination for every hope you three have of walking away as champions. Sofi stadium is gonna be the grave site of your Hollywood dreams, because they are gonna die at the hands of The Lethal Injection. And when we’re done with you overrated fucks the world is gonna learn that if you’re not Awoken you get broken!”

( the shot transitions to a rear view of the car pulling away into the distance.)

Teamwork.

Teamwork was an extremely important part of any sport, not just wrestling. In order to succeed, sometimes it was necessary to rely on others now and then. As much as MYOJIN preferred flying solo and only having to worry about his own capabilities, he knew better than that. Getting in-sync with his tag partner, Savannah Sunshine, was important. So how would they do that exactly?

Well, the tried and true way: Sparring! ...And then probably grabbing something to eat afterward.

“Well, both Miltiades and Reginald Damp-whatever are bigger than us both. We obviously don't have the strength advantage, so ask yourself- what DO we have over them?” The blonde asked, standing next to a marker board with a crudely drawn representation of both of their opponents as stick figures.

Teamwork had always been a struggle for Savannah. Previous attempts at working alongside former partners had all been for naught. One partner had been a detriment to her career and the other? Well, that bridge had been burned a long time ago. But, she had never truly minded tagging with anyone. So long as they could easily get on the same page.

As she stood beside MYOJIN at the white board, she tapped her chin in thought. Nose scrunching slightly as she soon snapped her fingers. A gentle gasp spilling from her lips as she waved her hands around with an added flair. Excitement seemingly getting the best of her as she spoke.

“Well, size is always important. In most cases. But, being small means being faster. Sneakier. Easy access to doing things that bigger people can’t do. Some easy points are that both of our opponents already don’t like one another. But, that’s a normal issue for both of them. So, we just have to be smarter. Faster. They’re sure to not work together easily judging by what we’ve seen so far. So, that’s an advantage all on its own.”

“Exactly!” The blonde responded with a satisfied nod to her answer. He lightly tapped the white board with his Sharpie in hand, “Not only can we use our speed and agility to our advantage, but as you said- the both of them obviously don't want to work together. So why not use that to our advantage? Let's frustrate them, get on their nerves, that makes them less likely to be patient with each other. If we can get them to lose their focus, that further turns the tide in our favor.”

MYOJIN then drew stick figures of himself and Savannah.  “But that's easier said than done, so what's the best way to piss a moron off?”

He then circled Dampshaw, then drew an X on his head. “We single one of them out and keep him from being able to tag Miltiades in.”

Strategizing was one of the perks of tag team wrestling. When you could easily work alongside someone and manage to get on the same page, it made things all the more easier and enjoyable for everyone involved. She nodded here and there, taking mental notes as MYOJIN spoke. One finger pointing towards the board as she pointed at the stick figure of Miltiades.

“Well, for starters. We point out individual weaknesses. Which is just enough to frustrate one of them. From what I know, Miltiades is a pure blooded hot head. He’s one blown fuse from exploding and clearly, he needs some anger management classes. So, the easier target would be Miltiades. Which means going above and beyond at being a complete nuisance as well as keeping them separated from each other.”

She pauses briefly, stepping closer towards the board as one hand rubs at her chin thoughtfully. “One of us can do some distracting on the outside, make it harder for whichever one of them is in the ring to focus, as well as make it harder to allow them to tag. Then, that gives the advantage to us. Especially when it comes to them. Which may be a task harder to do than it seems. But, if I’m good at anything? It’s being a nuisance.”

The youthful wrestler placed his marker against the side of his forehead, realizing she had a point about which one to target. “That works pretty well. There's just one problem- I doubt either of them are very likely to follow rules, they'll undoubtedly try some underhanded tactics like attempting to pull one of us off the apron. Which means we'll have to stay vigilant and watch each other's back at all times throughout the match. Most importantly, if one of them jumps in the ring without being tagged in- one of us have to be ready to throw them out- especially if we have the other pinned.”

“Valid points are being made.” She narrows her eyes slightly, nodding. “We’ll have to have our heads on swivels and make sure no funny business goes down. But, I think that it could be an easy task. Though, if there’s too much going on, it may be a bit of a problem.” She frowns slightly, brows furrowing as she tries to think.

“What if we find a way to make them turn on one another during the match?” She pauses briefly, trying to think properly. “Maybe make it seem like they would be better off working solo than they would together, just like they already believe. Give them enough reasons to not want to work together that it makes it a bit cloudy as far as teamwork goes.”

“I see your point and I raise you- We can use their pride against them. I doubt one wouldn't like the other stealing their glory and attempting to get the win for them.”

“Last but not least-” MYOJIN then drew the words FINISHING PLAN on the board. “What's our gameplan for actually beating them? Do one of them have a weakness like an injury? Do we target one of their limbs to set up for our submissions? Or do we just do it the old fashioned way and go for a three count?”

“If either of them do have any injuries, that could be another advantage. Though, I haven’t really been able to do too much research. But, worse case scenario, we just go the old fashion way. A win is a win, in fact, no matter which way we go about it.” She points out, hand rubbing at her chin.

“Perhaps if we figure something out, we can totally target some injuries. That’d be the easiest way to go about things. But, I’m not sure if either of them do. But, that’s a bridge we can always cross once we get there. For now, I think we have a pretty solid gameplan. Get in, get out, get the win. Easy as one, two, three. . . or as easy as breaking an arm. Or a leg.” She flashes a brief grin, clapping her hands together in satisfaction.

He crosses his arms, a smile of his own growing on his face. “I'd say we have this figured out. Those two probably don't even talk to each other, much less strategize. This'll be a clean sweep.”

As the two give each other a thumbs up, MYOJIN then goes to erase both the stick figures of their opponents. He then writes over the drawings of himself and Savannah: THE WINNERS.

FLASH.
 
A bright flash of white light floods the screen. The light nearly blinding the viewer. As quick as the light came, it disappears; the screen becoming nothing but a black abyss. Confusion. That’s the only emotion that the viewers can understand. Absolute confusion. Footsteps can silently be heard off in the distance. The footsteps continue getting louder and louder getting closer to the camera. A silhouette of a person can faintly be seen. We can barely see who it is. That is until a faint dim light shines behind the person, casting an eerie glow over them. The light quickly shines on the object that the person is holding over their shoulder… that being the Spartan Championship. The light casts over the lower part of the champion’s face, as a sly smirk can faintly be seen. His dark eyes nearly piercing the camera as he snaps his fingers, and…
 
FLASH!
 
Another flash of light. But this time? This time it’s the light of an upside-down cross hanging on the wall behind where Damon stands; neon red light coming from it. The ever so familiar logo of the late Kenny Drake. Damon stands in front of the camera, championship belt over his shoulder.
 
Where do I begin? Oh, where the fuck do I begin?
 
Should I start with Aria Jaxon, the future Hall of Famer, making it known that she has her sights set on the Spartan Championship? MY championship?! No, no, no. Too soon for that.
 
Should I start with the announcement of my best friend… my brother… Kenny Drake FINALLY getting his rightful spot in the OWA Hall of Fame? No, no, no… there’s plenty of time for that.
 
Should I… start with a man who has been acting like a complete and utter fucking child for the past several weeks? A man who has begged and pleaded with every single member of OWA management in order to weasel his way into the main event at Final Destination? A man who simply doesn’t comprehend that no one wants him in the main event let alone anywhere near the OWA World Championship? A man who doesn’t seem to get it through his thick fucking skull that he was nothing more than a “flavor of the month” last year when he beat Reginald Dampshaw for this very title. A man who… still wholeheartedly believes that when I beat him within an inch of his pathetic life for this title - FOR THIS FUCKING TITLE - that is was nothing more than a fluke? A sliver of good luck. Yeah… let’s talk about him. Arata Asakura, you have been a pain in my ass for far too long.

FAR. TOO. LONG.
 
Why won’t you go away? You are like a goddamn cockroach. You need to get over it, Arata. I beat you. I beat you clean. I did exactly what I told you I was going to do all of those months ago. I told you I was going to become Spartan Champion. Plain and simple. Actually, I told you I was going to do it at Game Over during that cluster fuck of a match we were involved in. But. BUT! You, my arrogant friend, was somehow able to pull a win from out of your ass. You want to talk about luck? Huh?! That was all luck that night. You had the fucking odds stacked against you. It should have been me walking out that night with the title, Arata. Not you! ME! But, I didn’t have to wait too long to claim what was rightfully mine. To claim what should have been mine at Game Over. And here we are, Arata. Here we are. One-hundred and sixty days later and you are STILL running your fucking suck hole about how you were robbed. You are nothing more than a joke, Arata. A complete joke. Sure, you may not see it. Hell, I’m sure there are a bunch of sheep out there that don’t see it either. That’s fine, because the only people who matter can see it as clear as day. You want to worry about being in the main event at Final Destination and becoming the new World Champion? That should be the very least of your worries. You should be worrying about how in the hell you are going to survive Kingdom this Sunday night. 


How are you going to do it, Arata? 


How in the fuck do you expect to survive?


Me... Aria... and Jeff... against you, Havoc, and Maverick. If you ask me, hell if you ask anyone, the odds are greatly stacked against you in this one.


Let me ask you this...


Do you honestly think for a single second that you can trust either Havoc or Maverick long enough to pull another win out of your ass? Honestly?! You can't trust them, Arata. Those two only care about one thing and that one thing is themselves. I don't give a flying fuck what you or Havoc have to say about me and Aria teaming with one another. I don't care if we are opponents at Final Destination. None of that matters. Aria and I? We have an understanding with each other. At Final Destination it's game on, but until then? Until then... we have a task in front of us and that is making sure that the three of you don't make it to SoFi Stadium in one piece. I'm sure that you will have something to say about that. Some more bullshit excuses with why you can trust them. But hey... good luck with that.


Damon chuckles to himself a bit. He readjusts his championship belt while looking over at it. Another slight smirk creeps across his face.


You know... I still find it absolutely hilarious that no one on the Kingdom roster, excuse me, no one in the entire fucking company has anything original to say regarding my reign as Spartan Champion. Lackluster? A stain on the lineage of the title? Wait... wait... what was it that Havoc said? Oh, right! I haven't "shown any signs of life or improvement since the day he beat Arata for the title." Good one, Havoc. Let me ask you this Mister World Champ, what in the fuck have you done during your "fantastic" reign as World Champion? Absolutely fucking nothing. A title reign that you didn't even earn. A title reign that you have because you decided to blindside Jeff after he beat Moongoose for the belt and then cashing in your Ascension to the Heavens contract. Sounds very much like you, Chris. You make someone else do all of the fucking work and then you reap all over the benefits. I wouldn't expect anything less from you. 

Chris, you really shouldn't be worrying about my championship nor should you be concerned about my title reign. If anything, you should concentrate on yours. And I honestly hope that you relish in your final moments with that belt Havoc. I hope that you soak it all in. Go ahead, Chris. Soak it all in. Run your hands over the belt. Bring it in to your face and take a good smell of it, because I can guarantee that at Final Destination you will no longer have that piece of gold in your possession. Who is going to take it from you? Well, it sure as hell isn't going to be Mister Crybaby Arata. So... by default that only leaves one man. And unlike you... I will be walking out of Final Destination with my belt still around my waist. I really wish I could say the same for you, Chris. I really do.


Lap dog? I was Kenny Drake's lap dog? Funny. If anyone knows anything about "lap dogs" that's you, Chris. And that lap dog will be by your side this Sunday night during our match. Maverick wants nothing more than to get your approval, Chris. Hell, I'm sure deep down he even wishes he was you. It's quite pathetic really. Maverick wants nothing more than to be a "somebody," but unfortunately for him he will forever be a "nobody."


Maverick, you  and I have had your little riffs, and the one thing that I constantly hear come out of your fucking mouth is that you want to face the version of me that you saw when I ripped this title from Arata's lifeless grasp. Is that what you honestly want, Mav?! I don't think you could withstand that version of me, Maverick. I mean, this is coming from the man who nearly pissed his goddamn pants when Kenny Drake came for him. This is coming from the same man who couldn't handle being in a Grave Consequences match against Kenny. And you think... you think you can handle J.D. Damon when he is at the top of his game? I doubt it. 


But... 


If that's what you want, Mav...


IF THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT....


...then that's EXACTLY what you will get this weekend. No remorse. Nothing held back. I will make sure that none of you get anywhere close to Final Destination. 


That's not a promise. It's not a guarantee.


THAT, MOTHERFUCKERS, IS A SPOILER ALERT!


Wolves...

Aeternum...

Forever... 

And ever...

And...

There is no need for grandiose or putting on a spectacle, the scene begins with Havoc sitting on his rightful Iron Throne with the OWA World Championship placed over his lap. With a cigarette in hand and a devilish smirk to boot, he seems to be thinking about everything that has transpired over the past few weeks. He could elaborate on how exactly he feels about the situation and the Main Event of Final Destiantion-- But Havoc is careful to save his energy for the actual show. After having a stronghold over Kingdom for a long time, Havoc has finally come to terms with his failed experiment. While Jacob Knight and The Vincent were failures to him-- Maverick had emerged as a strong contender to be his successor. Meanwhile, the addition of Elijah Hampton was always something Havoc considered. Why wouldn’t he? A talented young face looking to make the mark in the wrestling business. Just the type of people he wants to associate himself with.


He takes a puff out of his cigarette and stares at the championship that is dearest to him. His biggest accomplishment. The validation that he always sought as a wrestler.

“OWA sure has its mysterious ways to handle business. I sit upon this throne thinking carefully about my next plan of action as we go full gear towards Final Destination. One last show before my date with destiny. Something that has been building up for about a year from the very moment Jeff screwed me over from cashing in on Bull Connors. I have gone in-depth about how he is the reason for his own misery. And how is the one to be blamed for Kenny Drake’s death. I am sure that he wants his ‘revenge’. The funny thing is, his repentance only comes at my hands when I do destroy him at Final Destination. Or that WAS the plan until Scott Oasis decided otherwise. I can go into detail about how I thought that Jeff had no business being in this match in the first place-- But deep down, there was no other match that could have been done. No matter who stepped up and embarrassed Jeff on a bi-weekly basis, there was no man I’d rather face than him. And that is what eats me inside knowing that the man I’ve been trying to get my hands on in a one-on-one contest for SO FUCKING LONG somehow finds a way to screw that up for the both of us. Final Destination was supposed to be the culmination of OUR story and yet we find an extra variable added to the equation all because Jeff wasn’t competent enough to get the job done. When HAS he been competent? Against Bull? Nope! And he turned into a sore loser after the match cause he couldn’t bear seeing me succeed. Against Miltiades? Not a chance. He BLEW his opportunity to get a one-on-one contest at the Clash of the Titans and then proceeded to get eliminated by Baba Fucking Yaga. That beta male bitch ass ain’t even in this company no more. How could you proceed to fuck up at every step of the way and still find yourself with an opportunity other people would kill for! And then you proceed to BELITTLE that opportunity by making a mockery out of the whole thing by getting your dick wet to some random hoe with daddy issues. And against your former brethren? Arata Asakura had been a part of the Frontline for as long as memory serves me right-- YET you manage to get outshined by him and LOSE my chance of beating your fucking ass to my heart’s content. Now, I have to be concerned about another factor in our FD matchup and look out for the eventual Black Sun interference that is bound to happen. And above all, you could screw me over by being incompetent yet again and make me lose my title for your bullshit.” Havoc furiously shakes his head while tightly clutching on to the OWA World Championship.

“I could go on and on about you, Jeff. You may pride yourself on drinking beer and eating ass cause you’re sure as hell not kicking them. Motherfucker, the only sort of victory you got was when I verbally surrendered at Civil War to protect MY people. While you endangered the life of innocent men who had no business being involved in shit that was completely YOUR doing. The Great War happened because of YOU, Jeff. Kenny Drake was pulled into this mess because of YOU. And he fucking died because of YOU! And for what? The God that he sought to kill returned back like nothing ever happened. So his sacrifice-- his death was in vain. So, do you REALLY consider the Great War a victory? Do you? If you do, it only adds to my point that your sense of revenge that you hold in your heart for Kenny’s death is faker than the tits on the hoes you mingle with. You’re a walking STD in the world of professional wrestling. The cheques that your cash will probably go into child support anyway-- so the money that you pride on being the main eventer that you are, will most definitely be finessed out of your hands. Now THAT is a truly American story. Glorifying horrible actions and painting them under a different light to present yourself as the heroes of the story. Isn’t that the American way? You seem to nail that trope to perfection. Somehow, people choose you to be the Hero of the Year? Really? The man who smokes and drinks to the point that his lungs and liver are probably more beaten up than his mother’s pus-- I will refrain myself from falling down to his level. Is that the role model that America needs? Apart from being a murderer and a shitty wrestler-- Jeff X spends his time on Twitter constantly refreshing his page to make sure that he isn’t the one canceled in the #metoo movement going around in the world. Actions have consequences, Jeff! Just like the fucking STUPID move you pulled at Final Destination last year that spiraled down to YOU killing your best buddy. All of it is COMPLETELY your fault. And for that, there is nothing more that I’d do than get my fucking hands across your throat and crush it till you stop moving. WHY did you have to be such a fucking failure, Jeff? Why can’t you get one simple fucking job done? You clearly can’t beat Arata or Miltiades. How the fuck are you going to beat me? I haven’t been this disappointed. The only thing that probably measures up to my disappointment is the one that your father had the day you were born. And he was rightful for leaving you in the dust-- I would too.” Havoc scoffed at the thought of it. Jeff had ruined both of their chances of getting a satisfying conclusion to their saga by letting Arata Asakura into the story.

“Jeff, I would love to tear you to shreds but I have other people that I need to talk about. You brought up a valid point-- Arata DOES want my title. And I don’t know what Abholos is feeding into the mind of Maverick. Things do look bad on paper for me. But that is assuming that I would NEED a team to beat any of you. Yes, you’re also right about me bringing up the fact that Aria Jaxon and JD Damon will be facing each other at Final Destination for the Spartan’s Championship match. Kinda disappointing isn’t it? Guess Aria Jaxon got demoted to the curtain jerkers at the straw end of her career. Congrats on the Hall of Fame announcement, by the way. What an INCREDIBLE career you’ve had. So incredible that you CHOSE to take easy paychecks by facing disappoints like JD Damon. Let’s forget about the title he holds for a second. JD Damon has not shown any signs of life or improvement since the day he beat Arata Asakura for the title. The only thing that defined him as a person died with Kenny Drake. Now, he’s a bitch with a leash around his neck with no master to tug on it. JD Damon is an embarrassment to the Spartan’s Championship. A black mark in its lineage. It’s clear that you chose to challenge for the TITLE and not the person holding that belt. Aria is so confident that she wins this that she probably has photos taken with a replica belt backstage to get the magazines the fastest coverage as possible. She knows very well that the person holding the belt is what defines a title and not vice versa. And if her words were along the lines of her WANTING the Spartan’s Championship-- it means that she didn’t want anything to do with you, JD Damon. She probably doesn’t even care about who holds the belt. Because Aria is the ever-conquering messiah of pro-wrestling. Heck, she has NEVER held a secondary title in her illustrious career. She has always been the top bill. So, to see her settle down for a consolation prize is disappointing, to say the least. No offense to JD, but the Spartan’s Title has dipped in value ever since he got a hold of it. How did the title go from being must-see TV to a fucking piss break on most weekends? And it’s even weirder seeing Aria be respectful for a change. Especially to a low life like JD Damon. Usually, she would have torn him a new asshole instead of politely challenging for a belt that holds no meaning anymore. I guess the bitch got neutered by the Blacklist. While the Spartan’s Championship is meant to signify a future star that has the potential of being amongst the very best-- they just need a small push. Now, it has devolved down to the title JD Damon holds because his Master Kenny Drake left a great referral to the management. And it will only get worse when Aria Jaxon gets a hold of that belt. Why? Simply because Aria sees that championship as something to scratch off her bucket list. For her to be named the FIRST Grand Slam Champion in OWA. The final piece of the puzzle. It is clear that Aria does not care about the belt and probably sees it as a demotion. If you can’t make the title you hold the most important belt in Pro-Wrestling it’s not the fault of the title. Maybe it’s time to hand up the boots and say your goodbyes because frankly put, Aria Jaxon doesn’t add anything of value to this company anymore. She is no longer the Queen. At this stage, she’s ready to play the Pauper. And as for JD Damon? He is somehow a background player not only to Aria Jaxon but also the fucking belt that he holds in his OWN title match. I sure hope he pulls off a miracle because things are not looking up for Kenny’s Lapdog.” The statement almost made him chuckle. He readjusts the OWA World Championship over his shoulder as the camera zooms in on his face. His demonic eyes shine bright red, in all its unfaltering glory. 

“As for my partners? Arata Asakura MAY have earned his ticket to a title shot. He may have his own legion of goons behind him with the Black Sun. But even with all of that, he will ALWAYS be below my level. We’re not built the same. We’re not comparable. Arata Asakura is a lucky amateur who finds his way into the biggest match of his career. While for me? Final Destination is my very own torture ground. I will MURDER Jeff X and send him down to join his best friend. And Maverick? I have trusted you for the value you brought to our movement. Do NOT fail me, boy. Do NOT try something funny. I WANT you to be the King but this Kingdom is MINE and only MINE to rule. Find a KIngdom of your own to prey upon. Or else….” Havoc’s expression changes as anger start to pour in. His eyes are burning in fury and his voice has completely morphed to that of a demon’s. He lets out a scream as the lights around him turn off only leaving his bright red eyes visible in the darkness to end the scene. 

Things had not gone as planned, had they?

He lost. A match to qualify for a chance of a lifetime- and he had lost. Shouta had expected to face Jason Long- Maverick, someone he considered that he knew. A wrestler that he had seen in action before. Though when he had gotten into that ring, who- no, what he had faced was something else entirely. That had not been Jason. That had not been even human…. It was still hard to remember entirely what had happened, but whatever it had been, he had woken up dazed- staring at lights. His head hurt and he had felt beyond disoriented, but the blonde knew what had happened.

Yes, he lost. And it ate him up inside. The disappointment and frustration, the ANGER, was indescribable- And he knew once he eventually got his hands on Jason again, he would beat whatever the hell that was out of him- and enjoy every single second of it.

But that was the future. What was next for him? It seemed he wasn't going to be making it to Final Destination, considering that he lost that chance, unfortunately.

He stood in the middle of the gym that has family owned. Instead of being dressed in his usual flamboyant attire, he wore athletic get-up. Sometimes when he needed to think, he'd come to the place he considered his sanctuary- his haven. Not only was it the place he trained for most of his life- but it had also been where he grew as a fighter, where most of his most memorable moments had come from. It had also been the place where he had finally decided what he wanted his profession to be: that he wanted to be a wrestler.

The blonde climbed into the ring that he had gotten set up for when he decided to begin wrestling, going under the ropes. He simply sat down in the middle of it, thinking to himself of the past. So much had happened in so little time that it felt like it was necessary to just... Take a moment and look back.

He remembered how he started in wrestling. Working on indie shows, getting by while looking for a breakthrough. Honing his skills in every way he could imagine. Gaining experience. It eventually paid off once he was given a chance in Wrestleworld. While his beginning there had been rocky, he managed a feat that he knew he could be proud of- he made history by becoming the first-ever Territorial Champion. Soon after, he made it to the finals of a tag team tournament in Project: Honor- though he hadn't won it. In hindsight, Shouta believed that he hadn't been ready for a responsibility like that. While his reign didn't last long as he was beaten by his closest friend. He experienced many failures throughout his career- after all, he hadn't been a professional wrestler for that long.

But he was starting to learn. He won the XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship last December and has still held onto it, learning from his mistakes and immaturity as Territorial Champion. Though as for tag-teaming, he wondered if he had learned how to be a better partner.

Soon enough, he'd be teaming with Savannah Sunshine against Miltiades and Dampshaw. Savannah was someone he had never met before against a team of two bitch boys. Did he mind that? Not really.

Shouta had been growing as a competitor, as a fighter. He learned from his faults and strived to improve on them. That's why he came to OWA, to further develop himself. He couldn't always choose who he wanted to partner with, but he knew that he had to put his faith in Sunshine- for better or for worse.

He had come a long way and he was proud of that. But that was enough of thinking of the past. Now it was time to think of the future- and he refused to lose twice in a row.


Guess what, I'm baaaaaaaack!

What, did you think I'd take my ball and run home with my tail in between my legs? No. That's not me, that's never been me.

When I get knocked down, I dust myself off and I get right back up. Sure, I had a step backward, but sometimes that happens in wrestling. I'm not ashamed of it.

The best in this sport don't whine, bitch, and moan when something doesn't go their way like Dampshaw and Miltiades seem to do.

Last Kingdom, I took my first-ever loss in this company. Maverick dropped me on my head and did some weird, gropey, supernatural shit that I still don't fully get. I can swallow my pride to admit that I lost, but know this, Jason- If you're listening. The next time we face? Things WILL be different, I'll make sure that you get your fucking receipt.

Anyways… Dampshaw, Miltiades. How are you two doing? ...I take it not so well considering neither of you know how to be actual professionals.

You know, when I first heard about you two and what you're both capable of- I was honestly expecting more. For the two who act like they're both the best thing that this business has ever seen- neither of you show or offer anything that hasn't already been seen. You're both just two loudmouths that do their best to bend over and perform auto-fellatio on yourselves.

There's Dampshaw, threatening that he'll bring Savannah and I such unspeakable pain! How spooky! I'm beyond frightened! Yes, the pasty white man whose mean mug makes him look like something is stuck in his ass is so scary! Intimidation is not your strong suit, sweetheart. From just about everything I've seen of you, you come off more like a Saturday morning cartoon villain with literally every word that comes out of your mouth.

Seriously, what is it with most of you people in this place and sounding like you're reading from some script? And you expect to be feared? Being threatened with pain would maybe be a little scary if you know, I wasn't… a fucking professional wrestler.

My job is to beat others up and to get beat up. I've gone through a steel cage ceiling once. I took a shovel to the back of the head in Project: Honor last year. I got dropped on my head last show. If I was scared by a beating, I obviously wouldn't have taken up MMA or this. Or maybe you were just speaking from a generic copy-paste promo you found from the internet on one of those efeds or whatever they're called.

But at least you recognize what I'm capable of, I'll give you that, Dampshaw. Despite you looking like the least threatening man I have ever laid my eyes on- and the fact that watching you wrestle works faster than NyQuil, I'll give you props that you're at least competent.

I can't say the same about your partner, though. Miltiades, the juiced-up Hot Topic employee, you REALLY are not that bright, are you?

You'd think, for someone who's been around just long enough, that you'd learn one of the simplest lessons in pro wrestling- to never underestimate your opponent. Apparently, you missed that one. I'd say I got pissed off from how you pretty much dismissed both Savannah and me from even being a challenge, and for a little while, I was-

But then I laughed about it. Do you know why?

Because you clearly don't pay attention. That makes getting a win over you much, MUCH easier.

Miltiades, for the entirety of my life, I've practiced martial arts. I know BJJ, Judo, and Karate. I can think of plenty of ways to kick your massive forehead in that most wouldn't remember in a lifetime. I know how to use my smaller size to sweep you off your feet and put you flat on your back. Don't even get me started on submissions. You may be bigger than I am, but trust- all muscles and bones pop the same. All that strength won't matter if I'm stopping blood circulating to your head with my triangle choke.

Do you know why I enjoy using my Orion heel hook so much? Its technique is designed to take aggressive, unsuspecting, reckless opponents by surprise and before they know it- Their leg is being turned inside out. It's SPECIFICALLY tailored to use against people like you, Miltiades. People like you that overlook me because of my height, my weight, and my gorgeous face. People that see me as an easy target when they get into the ring with me. I love making dumbasses like you tap put, forcing you to recognize that you're not nearly as good as you think you are, and forcing you to admit defeat by begging me to let go.

The best part about you two is that you don't even know how to work as a team. A win is a win, yet you two seemed more focused on stroking your egos and hating each other while barely paying attention to Savannah and I. Miltiades is bitching about management like a crybaby. Dampshaw is more focused on a championship than actually winning the match ahead of him. And you know what, I'm fine with that? I like that, even, because it makes the both of you much more vulnerable.

The even better part is that both of you are too prideful to recognize that and settle your differences long enough to act as a cohesive unit.

Now, Savannah and I don't know each other that well- but wrestling is a language we both speak. We're both technical and have experience- but the most important? We'll know when that bell rings, we'll have to work as a team. Not as two idiots like the both of you.

I'm the Shining Star, a prodigy who's been making waves across the wrestling scene by being hotter than your dream girl and more skilled than your favorite wrestler. Savannah is the Queen of the Candyland, happy and bright-eyed but way more dangerous than any of you give her credit for. She's making a comeback from absence and I'm righting a wrong from last week. Neither of us has any intention of losing to Pillsbury Doughboy and the grown-up school shooter looking emo.

I expect you both to be bringing your best- but it won't be enough against the either of us. No one's wondering which team will win...

Everyone's just wondering about which one of you will end up submitting to me soon.

See you bitches soon! Mwah!