I’m going to be completely transparent in the fact that I am not at all interested in mincing words with 14 women who have zero importance to me whatsoever. There are far more pressing matters and far more important uses of my precious time then to entertain the notions of all these people that have nothing to offer me in terms of credentials or any semblance of long-term importance. Honestly, the fact that I am involved in this match at all is tone-deaf to my own long-term ambitions. There is no reason for me to be emotionally invested at all. Especially knowing the fact that I’m going to just get screwed out of it anyway, like every other thing I try to do for this brand, seems like there’s always some invisible hand trying to fucking sweep the carpet out from under me. So I’m not really willing to give the satisfaction of saying I give a shit about this match at all. I don’t. I don’t care about this match, I don’t care about the title opportunity at the sports championship, and I sure as hell don’t care about any single person in this match at all. By the end of the year, 10 of them are gonna be wished the best in their future endeavors anyway. Most of them already have a foot out the door as it is. Do you want to know the cold hard truth? Do you wanna know why I sound so defeated after what happened at boiling point? Because it’s fucking typical. I outshine, but the result has me get outshined. I put in the hard work, I put in the effort, I have an actual goal that isn’t just “hold title look pretty”, And what do I have to show for all those months of effort? Do you know what I have to show for putting every single bird and that has been handed to me on my back, put on a smile, and carried it all only to have some third-party idiot come in and trip me just before I can get to the finish line? Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. Alyssa Grace keeps getting to think that she gets the better of me when she keeps getting a helping hand to keep her spot. Every single fucking time. She has to stay on a pedestal she doesn’t fucking deserve, Liz Karlson despite offering absolutely fucking nothing to the build whatsoever, gets to sit right beside her. I wasn’t even the one pending that match, yeah I’m wasting my time here instead of being put in a chamber qualifying match, something of far more interesting value. So fuck it, I’ll do what I’ve always been asked to do. I’ll put on my ring gear. I’ll make myself the best-looking person out there aesthetically. And then I’ll just throw myself over the top rope and save myself the hassle of getting fucked out of it anyway. Because there isn’t an outcome of this match that benefits my goal, nor the Nova Empire. So you can all have it, have fun.

But while I am here, I’m not one to really waste afforded time or a platform to say my mind, I may as well address the very few people that decided to put my beautiful name in their ugly mouths.

Maybe I should start with this Dr Bethany Hastings that, impressively, has a lot to say but absolutely no idea what the fuck she’s talking about. I’m not even bothering to listen to the part she said about other people, the parts she dedicated specifically to me has no comprehension of who I am, where I came from, or what I do. She just said nothing for a lot of words and that’s quite telling of a failed doctor in her field really. They really do just give out doctorates to anyone nowadays. You can tell she wasn’t a surgeon, because she couldn’t even put a scalpel to my career, couldn’t put it under her professional lens – just looked at the Wikipedia article and called it a day. Prescribe me whatever you take because it’s a skill to sound convincing when you are woefully and absolutely unconvincing, quack. Who hurt you? Which tycoon bought your little armchair doctors firm and demolished it for a lemonade stand? Given how confident you are in such arbitrarily wrong statements, it was probably me. I wouldn’t be surprised either, I think the only thing I hate more than Alyssa Grace and her Neanderthal sidekick right now are the unenlightened in the medical field. Let’s entertain the very few things you believe for a second; you assume what I as a former entrepreneur do, my motivations, the scapegoats that — look around me — I don’t have to throw under the hypothetical bus when I fail, and speak to me of privilege. Should I have credited you for the idea? Because if we analyze each other so skin deep, how untouchable do you feel of the medical field is that you, by proxy, can feel the need to talk like you are so untouchable? Because I rebuilt a broken-down human being, at the very bottom of her luck, contemplating the very end of her life – and I rebuilt her. I paid to have tissue repaired, muscles rejuvenated, psyche repaired, I paid for a monster to be reborn. You probably prescribe somebody the wrong kind of medication aimed to fix their depression and the lake probably turned up dead the next day. But hell, you technically did your job. You offered medical advice even if it was wrong, and what does it matter if it cost somebody their life? Doctors hardly ever get to see the repercussions of their fuck ups anyway. So it must be incredibly nice for you knowing that whenever I make a mistake, I lose a lot. But whenever you make a mistake, it’s not malpractice if they have a pre-existing condition that could’ve led to a different result. An unforeseen circumstance. You’re walking on thin glass, throwing stones at people sweetheart.

How about next time, don’t peddle bullshit armchair doctor insight. Actually research something you speak on.

Speaking of perpetual failures, let’s address the person that’s a failure to her entire bloodline talking about me about being hopeless. Let’s talk about Rin Asakura, someone who has been here for such a long time yet has accomplished nothing. Absolutely nothing. I can speak to the pain that can cause, I lost everything as an Arceneaux as a product of this industry to the point it brought financial collapse to the empire I built in the world of my family name. You just can’t do anything with your family name. The Asakura name is so washed that even past versions of your father are coming back to tell him that he’s washed. If you are such an invite and time-traveling entity, you sure know how to come back with so much knowledge and not be able to use any event to benefit you or your family. It’s awfully telling that you could’ve given a much more fitting contribution by going back in time and kicking your own father in the balls so he can’t have you to further drag the name down. The only thing you’ve accomplished on Odyssey was getting Nami on your side, to which a weak-willed woman attracting another weak-willed woman is not exactly a successful contribution to… well, anything. But I was a waste of Tarah Nova’s return? You stupid bitch, I’m the reason she’s back. I rebuilt her, and sure my reasons may have been selfish, but her reasons for wanting to be rebuilt was selfish. I can at least admit that. I’m not completely unaware of what I say and what I do. But just like Bethany, you critique my life before wrestling because let’s be honest, you have nothing else. You don’t know anything. If you are from the future, or a sign of what the future is like, then I’m also willing to admit my entire life mission is wrong. I should go outside and plant as many trees as possible, dig out as much trash from the seas as I can, I should single-handedly fix the issues of global warming so the future does it produce a miserable piece of shit like you to come back and waste time in the present. And you’re right, I don’t care enough about being a wrestler. That isn’t who I am. That is it my love. I came back with the motivation of revenge and that is a lot longer of a process than I desired but I can tell you one thing; I’ve done more in the time I’ve been back than you have in how many years? You’re just the bubbly, inoffensive, inconsequential Asakura that posts pictures of her bikinis on social media. You have no long-lasting legacy, you have no contribution to your family name. Besides the fact that you have British people thirsting for you, and maybe you should just let one impact your bloodline.

Because you sure as hell aren’t making an impact on it.

Paper Devi probably said something by now; I don’t care. She only ever says the same for things on repeat but she doesn’t have the lethal sparks championship anymore so, there’s less for her to waste words on now. He hasn’t had an original thought in years anyway whatever. She’s just riding the coattails of the Brody Sparks influence, a great woman she not only never met but will never even come close to duplicating no matter how much she tries. Sparking Redemption, LMAO. I’m convinced not a single original thought has ever gone through that brain. Maybe brain is generous, organic engine keeping her drool somewhat in her mouth. She got handed the peak of her career and she dropped it immediately afterward because she just fucking sucks. What else is new?

Dani Fatal is new. Which has been curious as to why she speaks like she understands anything either? Am I meant to be ashamed of the fact that I was able to get to only the second round of the Athena‘s cup? I mean kind of, I’m annoyed to have lost to a bootlicker like Angelina Magnum, But how is somebody so unproven going to talk to me like I am not myself proven? Like I haven’t been a constant thorn in people's sides anywhere on the totem pole of this industry? Is all that you have to weaponise leading into the things that I have done and not the things that you have? That’s pretty telling. Because trust me, people are talking about me and have been either when I was gone. No one knows who the fuck you are. And after this match, that’s not gonna change. People got a point to a body on the floor and wonder not only how did she get there, but who the fuck she is. Then I think a fan just flopped over the railing. Which is kind of appropriate, because you’re speaking like a fan. You’re speaking of somebody who is only watched my failures and think that you could just bring them about so easily. Just as much as a fuck wit as Devi; a lost fan playing the role of a wrestler. Am I just tarnishing one of your childhood favorites careers? Is bwig bwad evil Skywer wuining and tawnishing your widdle idol figwor? Am I tarnishing Tarah Nova? The person that, if I didn’t reach out to help, wouldn’t even be in an OWA ring in 2022? A person that I’ve rebuilt to be the legend that she once was? No, I must be a failure despite the fact that out of the field of former world heavyweight champions and whatever tear championship Liz Karlson is capable of below that, out of that field of four I shined the brightest. Me. I was the one with venom in their words, I was the one with ambition, but yet I’m the one being punished because of the result. That’s just typical. Isn’t that just so tone-deaf of people like you, who don’t see the progress, only the short-term result. This is why people forget you the second you are gone. This is why you will have no lasting impact on this brand, on this industry, because you live for the little moments. I live for the long-term goal. If you’re gonna make it your mission to eliminate me in the battle royal, I’ve already addressed that I don’t personally care about the outcome, but you sure as shit won’t have a say in it.

You may as well get back behind the guardrail, fan girl. I’m not handing out autographs.

I’m sorry, did one-half of the worlds most disaster lesbian tag team just call me a sad state? Did curtain jerker B, without permission of curtains or A, just compare herself to the team of myself and the Hall of Famer? Wow, and I thought Devi had some kind of syndrome. I don’t feel like I need to go back through and say I wasn’t pinned at boiling point, I’m the reason Tarah Nova is back in the first place — I don’t feel I need to defend the fact that I am by no stretch of the imagination some filler, spare partner, an afterthought, to the likes of people that now have to clutch onto Banshees victory to feel that they aren’t the Good Charlotte-listening scrapings at the bottom of the Odyssey talent barrel. Oh no, you and violet are in this together, scary. Like you were in the goddesses championship match, scary. Like you are in this match, scary. You couldn’t beat three other people, you now think you can be thirteen because “we’re in this togayther.” No one is fearing pop goes punk bootleg dollhouse.

You know what, I change my mind. I’m adaptable I’m capable of that. I’m not gonna throw myself out of this battle royal. Hearing the well constructive criticism of my peers, and there are definitely air quotes around the word constructive, I’ve decided that none of these people are worthy. Not a single one of them. I have decided that none of them deserve to even waste a pay-per-view payday challenging for the Sparks championship. None of them are mentally ready for it, none of them have any comprehension of what’s in store for them, they’re all just riding on make-believe hype and revisionist history. If this is the sad state that the championship named after Brody Sparks has to call competition, then it may as well be the only one of the field that actually has a working brain on their shoulders. Not these perennial floppers. Not any of the starry-eyed hopeful losers chasing a dream like they chase their own tail. It may as well be somebody who actually understands the significance of the Sparks namesake.

It may as well be me. Get Fucked.