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Natalie is walking through a Manchester council estate as the camera follows her. Shopfronts are boarded up, windows have bars on them, and there is a burned-out car at the bottom of the street. However, this place is not mired in sadness. As a crowd of hundreds welcome Natalie with a loud cheer. A large banner reading “Welcome Home!” is held up, and Natalie cannot help but smile and wipe a tear from her face.
 
Natalie: This is what it’s all about. I’m a nobody. I come from this s****y little estate in Manchester, where nobody cares if you live or die. Look at these guys. They’re happy, happy that one of their own’s done good. This is the first time I’ve been back here in years. Feels like I never left.
 
The camera cuts to a series of interviews with people from the estate, talking to the interviewer.
 
Interviewer: Why do you support Natalie?
 
Woman: Because nobody from round ‘ere is seen as worth a toss. The government don’t care, the council don’t care, nobody cares. Natalie goes out there on the telly, she doesn’t pretend to be something she’s not. She talks with her accent, she drinks cheap beer, she swears, she talks about how many people she’s shagged. I love it. She’s a Northern lass who doesn’t shy away from where she’s from. She’s got pride. My little girl watches the TV, sees someone who walks like her, talks like her, and she’s performing in these massive arenas. She’s getting paid millions, she’s on talk shows, she’s on the news over ‘ere. That’s what it’s all about, ain’t it?
 
Man: Well, she’s fit as f*** for one. Can I say that? I mean, she bats for the other team, but I can still dream, right? Not that I’ve got a problem with it, like, I think it’s cool that she can be who she is on TV. Couldn’t have done that back in the day. Guess she breaks barriers, in that regard. She’s ‘ard as fook as well, see that match she had at Pluto’s Gate? Screwdriver was sticking out of her fookin’ forehead, it was! Us Northerners, I’m tellin’ you, we’re made of sterner stuff. Our Nat, she’s doin’ it for us, for the North!
 
Little Girl: She’s the coolest! I’ve got her action figure, her t-shirt, her sticker set, everything! I never even watched wrestling until I saw her come around! You never see people with our accents on the TV. It’s all Americans. Natalie makes me think I can grow up to be famous! That I can be who I want and follow my dreams! She’s so bloody cool! Uhh, don’t tell my mum I swore, please!
 
Old woman: I don’t approve of everything she does. The swearing and the drinking, she could probably do with less of. Not too fussed about the whole dyke thing, I mean, seems everyone’s open about that these days. But you know what? She brings this community together. She gives the littleuns hope that one day, they can pull themselves up by the bootstraps and do something with their lives. There aren’t many opportunities around ‘ere. A lot of the kids turn to crime or the dole. Not our Nat though. Her and her brother, they made good. They’re living in America, getting paid good money to do what they love. Can’t begrudge ‘em that, can you?
 
We cut to Natalie, who’s sitting in the local fish and chip shop, enjoying cod and chips, drenched in salt and vinegar and washed down with a Dr. Pepper.
 
Natalie: Tell you what, it’s been some time since I tucked into chippy from Alan and Vyv’s. Meal of my childhood, right here. Gonna have to put in some extra work in the gym, like, I can feel the trans fats in me fookin’ arteries.
 
Interviewer: You’ve got a real connection with your roots, haven’t you?
 
Natalie: You never forget where you’re from. If you do that, you’re not even you anymore. What’s a person? They’re a bag of flesh and bones, innit? They’re defined by experience and where they come from. When I come back here and see the faces of people light up to see me, how could I ever act like this place doesn’t exist? I’m a proud Northerner. Always ‘ave been, always will be. This town thrived back in the day. Mills and factories as far as the eye could see. Plenty of jobs to go around. Everyone had a good wage and could sleep soundly. Then that bitch Maggie Thatcher got voted in and privatised the lot of it. The mills, the factories, the mines, all of it was gone like that. The bloody rail service even went private. It’s cheaper to book a plane ticket to Ireland or France than it is to do a round trip from Manchester to London! How does that make any sense?
 
People can defend it all they like. Them Southerners who didn’t feel the fallout. Who all got rich because all the jobs were in their backyard. It was never about getting us out of a recession, it was about breaking the spirit of the working class.
 
Natalie takes a large swig of Dr. Pepper and lets out a loud burp.
 
Classism’s not easy to overcome. People will look at how much money you make, what your parents make, what house or town you come from, and they’ll judge you. I had to deal with that my whole life. Everyone thinks I’m some sort of street urchin because I choose to not run and hide from what I am. Those same people who aren’t on TV every week, those same people whose bank account doesn’t have seven figures sitting in it. I made something of myself, and that’s why I’m doing this interview from here. If I can inspire just one person from my estate to become something better, to ignore the path that people have decided for them because of their accent, because of their mean income, then that’s mission accomplished. The establishment can get to buggery, let me tell you that.
 
Interviewer: And you see Azumi Goto as the establishment?
 
Natalie: Never said that, did I? I don’t know a whole lot about Azumi’s life, but didn’t you listen to EVERYTHING I just said? If you make assumptions about people based off their background, you’re a nasty piece of work. Azumi’s certainly proud of where she comes from, why shouldn’t she be? I went to Okinawa with an ex-girlfriend once, had a great time. Lovely city. Don’t remember much of it because I was pissed and shagging every cute bathhouse girl I saw, mind – yeah, we broke up not long after – But that’s besides the point. Azumi knows who she is, and I’m happy for her. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for her in general. She’s living the dream and all that, but you’ve gotta wake up from dreams sooner or later. It just so happens that I’m the freezing cold water she’s getting thrown over her face to realise that.
 
I don’t disagree with everything she has to say about me, I’m not blind. She is tough as hell and she does get back up from a beating. Okay, so what? This isn’t a battle of who stands up the best, because we’d be wrestling all night if that were the case. If I can find my way home while off my tits on absinthe, I’m sure I can deal with a few superkicks. This is two bulls locking horns for a prize, a prize that I decided long ago is mine. I get it, Azumi’s all about that legacy, all about being the greatest of all-time, but even the greats lose. Muhammad Ali got wrecked by Joe Frazier, didn’t exactly harm his career prospects, did it? Azumi’s missing the point here, she already is an all-time great, but she can’t admit that to herself, because she wouldn’t have a purpose then, would she? She’s always chasing that next high, that next big victory, something that will make her valid. I don’t know if that win exists though. What’s her plan if she beats me? I’ll tell you what it is: some hot shot steps up to her and she blathers on about how she needs to be the Ace and win. How she’s the standard bearer and blah blah blah blah blah.
 
I’ve got mad respect for the woman, but she needs to change the record and realise that all her Bushido talk isn’t enough to deal with a Ronin like Natalie Cage. She’s fooled herself into thinking this match is about legacy, that it’s about quelling the threat of the young gun to prove she’s still got it. It isn’t though, is it? Not really. All the talk’s about how Natalie Cage is killing it everywhere she goes. It’s all anyone’s talking about. Azumi Goto as champ was the feelgood scenario, but it wasn’t the reality check. The reality check is her finding out that it’s all good and well to say you’re tougher than everyone, that your opponent doesn’t know what they’re in for and whatever motivational poster catchphrases she wants to throw out there, but that it’s hollow. I know exactly what Azumi Goto is capable of. Believe me when I say that I’m not taking this lightly. I know that I’m in for the fight of my life. I know that I’m gonna have to hit her with everything I possibly can if I want to pry that title from her hands.
 
If she’s dumb enough to think I’m underestimating her, then that’s on Azumi. I’ve watched every match she’s had in OWA, listened to every word she’s said. I’ve faced her and I’ve tagged with her, and every single step of the way, I studied. I studied because I knew that one day, she might be what stands between me and my endgame. I knew that it was only a matter of time before Odyssey’s two most combustible elements met. I’ve spent I don’t know how long watching her matches, analysing her movements, working out counters to her offence. She’s a puzzle in that regard, a riddle that I’ve had to solve. You never know what she’s gonna come at you with, but I thrive in that unpredictability. Ask the 19 women who thought they had a shot at being in this position. Ask Wolvesden. Ask anybody who’s ever come into contact with me. You never know what Natalie Cage is gonna do next, hell, even I don’t know sometimes. Life comes at you fast, and I intend to grasp it by the throat and wring its neck until the goods are produced. Azumi thinks I’m shallow enough to only be in this match for the prize? Because I covet the gold she’s got? I hope she watches this documentary closely and sees the people I’m doing this for. The rundown area that has selected me as its champion. How selfish do you think I am that I don’t care about anything but titles? Do you not know me at all? I told Azumi in good faith that I wanted this match to happen because I knew it would bolster the Odyssey brand. I could have let Natasha Night cash in and walked my way to title gold at Final Destination. Because let’s be honest, I could put her away on my worst day.
 
I didn’t though, did I? Azumi, tell me something, if I only cared about the gold, why did I save you? Why didn’t I take the easy route and let someone else take the belt off you for me? I didn’t do it out of charity, let me tell you that. I did it because I have an entire community rallying behind me, waiting to see a hometown girl put away a legend on the biggest possible stage. I did it because we both need this match dearly. This will define our careers. We’re both about to enter the most pivotal match of our lives at the same time, and that gives me a real rush of excitement. It makes me feel alive. I get it, Azumi, you define yourself by your ability to come back from losses. You think it’s built you up to be stronger. I can vibe with that. But how DARE you suggest that I don’t know crushing loss. You think that me losing to you would ruin me? That I’d never recover? Honey, I cradled my best friend in my arms as he died serving his country, I gave up my own family in the name of a better life for myself. I’ve had to make decisions and witness tragedies that would break 99% of people. But I’m still here. Losing a wrestling match is paltry by comparison. Thing is, I’m not going to lose. I’m not going to lose because I’m stronger, faster, and more determined. I’m not just saying that, I can see it. You can affirm your own superiority over me all you like, but all you’ve done is piss me off that much more.
 
I like Azumi Goto. I consider her a friend. But this match is personal. This match is about me claiming something that I wasn’t supposed to have. This match is me proving every boast I’ve made to be 100% fact. This match is about taking the will of the downtrodden and the working class and carrying them on my f****** shoulders! MY NAME IS NATALIE CAGE! AND THE ACE IS ABOUT TO MEET HER DEMISE!
 
Natalie slams her hands on the table, making the patrons around her jump, before calmly finishing her meal.
 
Natalie: Seriously, this is good f****** fish.

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So I am guessing I am in the big leagues now. I mean, I am on the pre-show in a...battle royal. Really? A battle royal on OWA’s biggest PPV of the year...that is a la...a excellent idea. It is a great way to showcase the other women of OWA and their skills, even though it will be bit of cluster f***, the crowd, if there is even one by time we go on, will get to see the entire roster minus the stars of the show, Though I shouldn’t complain about it honestly. The Battle Royal won’t last that long and once I am the winner; I can go to the back and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the night. Actually, that does sound brilliant in a nonsarcastic way. Now you may be asking yourself how do I know I will be winning well that is simple. I don’t make predictions; I only make spoilers like how on Game of Thrones...oh wait better not spoil that or I will be in hot water.

I am guessing that the way the names appear on this piece of paper that I got from Odyssey's staff is the way we will enter. First, there is the “Free Spirit” Rochelle, who I will be quite frank with, is someone I can respect. I mean, someone who wrestles for the enjoyment and passion for Wrestling is right up there in my alley, in fact, it is like the same thing I have told people. Plus, you advocate the elimination of racial stereotypes and want people to treat others all the same. Hell, I can’t say anything bad about you, though I will say because I am praising you don’t I will go easy on you because I mean, after all, it is every woman for themselves.

Second, there is Kira Robinson. A young abrasive girl, who isn’t afraid to call you out on your bull. Man, again like Rochelle I have respect for you. I mean, anybody who isn’t afraid to call others out is okay by my book, but again like Rochelle don’t think I am gonna go easy on you just because of I kind of like you. Third, there is “Polaris”...wait I mean “The Shining Star” Cynthia Ali, my fault. There is only one I like about you and that is that you are self-made, I mean that is some real Punk stuff right and I can dig it. The problems I have is that you are narcissistic, violent, and vindictive, which reminds of way too many villains I could name like Cell, Frieza, and many more that I could name, but you may not know who they there. Guess what happened to them? They all lost just like you are going to.

Fourth, there is Serenity Scorpio and just like Rochelle and Kira I can’t say anything bad about you, I mean, you are legacy and I watched your dad growing up. Also, I know this is very late, but I am sorry for your lost. There isn’t much else to say besides what I told Rochelle and Kira and I know that is getting boring and way too cliched. Fifth, there is a G.I. Jane...I mean Army Barbie...I mean...Mary Jane...I mean Amy-Jayne the self-proclaimed “Lady of Class” or “Queen of Class” or something generic like that, and I know you already don’t like me. Half-shaved hair, curses, drinks beer, tattoos everywhere, and just the embodiment of what people like you would call “No Class” or even “Trash”. You are the type of person that people like myself despise...well I wouldn’t say despise as because of people like you gave birth to Punk, Rock 'n' Roll, and even Metal and that is great. You know I bet the whole “Class” thing is nothing more than a gimmick, and if I can quite frank a lame one at that. So yeah, I doubt you will last long and if you do, then I will be impressed. How are you gonna be talking about class when you are dressed as a 1950's pin-up model? I mean, those women had tattoos, loved the bad boys, and other such debaucheries that a "lady" like you would hate.

Sixth, there is Hendrix the wrestler turned Pornstar turned back to a wrestler for “revenge”. Oh boy, I would go in about this chick, but I can’t because as soon as I do. The admins of OWA will come in and either hinder my progress or kick out me out for some sort of reason. I would even my sly little jokes, but I am not risking it one bit. I will say one thing though, the whole coming back for revenge and wanting to be on top again is very and I mean very cliched and well overdone. Seventh, we have Novita, who I would is legacy because of her brother, but that even make her legacy...hell who knows and who cares. Jesus man, you are almost as vain as Hendrix talking about “every man wants you” and “you are more beautiful than the other girls” and so forth. I know, you say Nobi is your brother, but you sure Hendrix isn’t your older sister because the parallels are there. Also, why you name dropping so many famous characters? I mean, if you are going to do that you might as well make comparisons like Lola Bunny would Hendrix for obvious reasons or Rochelle will be Pinky Pie because she is the most free-spirited or something. If I named dropped famous cartoons and anime characters at least I would make a comparison of the sort.

Eighth? Jesus man, I didn’t realize there were this many people for the Battle Royal. Alright so who is next...Liz Idol...wait are you related to Billy Idol? Wait...nevermind you aren’t related, you are just a failed child star, who became a Wrestler as a stunt to improve your “career” and to make a bunch of money. Man, I usually never actually hate anyone minus some exceptions, but my God I just straight up despise you with every hateful bone in my body. I mean, I could go in on you like I would Hendrix, but damn I would just more angry at the thought of it. Ninth, and almost last, there is Cassidy Kane the “former government assassin” who is now a wrestler...come on now how can you not see this as a joke or even something hilarious. Why would a former government assassin become a wrestler? It makes little to no sense as for the fact you will be in public eye and if someone recognizes you while...you better be like Jason Bourne and be prepared to run and fight and whatever cool things he did that movie. On a serious, note this is a "gimmick" I just can't understand nor don't see how people could get behind.

Finally, there is the winner of this Battle Royal, myself, Roni Ozborn. Now, I know what are you thinking. Why am I saying I am going to be the winner? There are three reasons. One, I am great at Battle Royal games always managing to either win or be in the three, and there is no difference between them and this. Second, I have seen ever Battle Royal-esque movie there has ever been including the cult classic and forerunner of the genre, Battle Royale. I have studied them and know exactly how to win. Third and finally, I am the underdog in this entire Battle Royal, hell I am the underdog in the entire Odyssey roster meaning I have to work twice as hard and perform twice as hard to be noticed or even respected just like Rock Lee or Vegeta or Tomoko or Ippo. When I am declared the winner and my hand is raised at the end. The crowd will go wild because everybody loves a good Underdog story. Once again that isn't a prediction that is a spoiler.

I bid you a good night, a good day, and good luck. Roni out.

So I am going to face multiple adversaries and the only way to win is to be the last man standing.  Suits me. I mean more the merrier as they say, right!


You see this is my first foray into the ultimate showcase that is Final Destination.  And this will be a crowning moment for “The Real Alpha”.  Within 2 weeks into my debut at OWA and whooping Reggie boys arse to the point where he had to resort to unfair means, I was given the opportunity to be part of this match.  Am I grateful? Hell yeah I am.  A big thanks to the management for the opportunity.  And a huge howl-out to all my fans.  Thank you and welcome to the “WOLF-PACKKK” folks!


Now there is one thing that my favorite pet Reggie boy is spewing around.  That is his dissatisfaction at being placed on a pre-show.  So R-dog, what I have to say to you is “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”.  The reason you are in this match is solely because the management realized putting you in the same ring with me might finally rid the place of the pest and stench that’s you.  Your parasitic presence will be removed man. I will not let your failure burden me like it did last week against Queeny and  the Disconcerting Noise-maker.  You dropped your balls man. Just like you always do.  A sorry piece of trash…a constant disappointment. Story of your life, ain’t it?


Next up is the washed up glory whore Jake Keeton.  Come-on now you had-been oldie.  Your time is up.  Why are you even here?  I mean it’s clear that all your accomplishments earlier won’t matter now.  And while I respect your past, your presence is just as what I said.  A washed out old piss! You asked will I turn into a wolf and destroy you?  Oh how you would wish that…because unlike fiction of your intoxicated imagination, I am real.  I am the only truth.  I am your truth.  Believe it grand-pa!


About the rest of the participants announced, I hope you are ready.  Because the fangs will open and jaws will snap shut as the claws of reality will bite into your flesh of make-believe. HAHAHAHAAHA!


Next up! Alex.  See kid,  I must say I see potential in you.  “The Future” you call yourself and I see a bright future but now is not your time.  Your dream of a big fat pay-check will not come true this night and you won’t walk away with the winner’s purse.  But I will let you walk away none the less.  A long walk as you contemplate your FUTURE.  I promise this loss will be a humbling revelation kid. 




I will also have the opportunity to see Grimy Knight up close. A big man eh? But your megalomania is your weakness Grimy.  You think others are desecrating the world of pro-wrestling? Really? Cute..But the truth be told, no-one is damaging it more,  except may be you.  You are the real disgrace to your kind man, to pro-wrestling and humanity, if that’s even possible.  My friend Reggie boy wants to lure you and enlist your power and strength to his advantage and if you do fall it, you would prove what I think you are.  So take a hike Big boy!


Now Hans Olsen might be the only guy here for whom my respect is plain and simple “True”! I really look forward to the day when we fight one on one man.  Till that day arrives, I will have to satisfy my wish by having the opportunity to toss you out of the ring. All the best Olsen.


The rest are just a bunch of wannabes in form of a  pompous Frenchie, Etienne “Looser” Laurent.  A make-up wearing, emo circus freak “Dumb” Dax Staley.  The Greek Geek with zero brains calling himself Cerberus Constant “Pain in Ass” Diakos. And last but not the least, the honorable idiot called Jordan “Rat’s-ass” Rattler.  You guys are not even in the league yet.   And hence I will let you toss each other out before the “Demon Wolf” makes his presence felt.  Till the bite of cold fangs and sharp claws of reality takes you out, enjoy your time in the sun. Because the Moon will bring END! None of you will be missed though…


 “WOLF-PACKKK” , are you ready?  Are you ready to witness the spectacle of “The Demon Wolf”? Are you ready to see the fake alphas replaced by “The Real Alpha”? Final Destination, the pack has arrived!

Har har har, so this is Omega Wrestling Alliance huh? How cute this company is by offering me a contract in order to fill a spot for the Women's Battle Royal in their biggest show. Oh my, they are so desperate to have ME since I believe their Women's division are so talentless. They really wanted me to make my debut in Final Destination but I'll do it anyway since they offered me big money.

Oh wow, I'm being so rude right now, where's my manner right? Hahaha. My name is Novita and I'm Mat-Magician because I'm really good at it. But mat wrestling isn't my only ability. I'm capable off anything and everything. I'm Nobi's little sister but I can assure you, I'm the better wrestler between the two siblings hahaha. My Older brother is doing great in Hollywood anyway and that's good for him, but wrestling is my world. Sure, I'm beautiful, every Men want to be with me, every Women are jealous of how I look but unlike my Older Brother, I'm very passionate with this sport, that's why OWA wants me to debut in their biggest PPV. 

So who are the other women who will also compete for this Battle Royal match? Minnie Mouse, Daisy Duck, Tweety Bird, Lola Bunny, Sakura Haruno, Shizuka Minamoto, Little Pony, Luna The Moon, Dora The Explorer........

.........oh I'm sorry, I just randomly thought about cartoon characters but I guess that's fine since I don't need to know my so-called opponents.

Ok? Thanks, byyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

10 men...

1 winner...

That’s what Battle Royal is all about. 10 men have a same mission and that is to be the last man standing in the ring and becoming the winner of this Battle Royal match. 10 men want to make their dreams come true in order to step up to the next level and eventually and the next World Champion one day. 10 men have something in common and that is to be the best of the best. Everyone has their own dream. Everyone is fighting for what they believe in. Everyone believe they can be the winner of this Battle Royal Match. I understand it. I completely understand it. What I have to do is waiting the unknown challenges. What I have to do is preparing againts the unknown challenges. What I have to do is battling againts unknown challenges. I don’t know what kind of challenges will wait for me. Everyone is cluessless about the outcome of this Battle Royal. The odds are againts everyone. What I do know about Battle Royal is everyone will be fighting with their all to eliminate so many people as much as possible. Battle Royal isn’t an ordinary match, Battle Royal is an extraodrinary match. Just like LEGIONS in battlefield, we’ll make that ring as a battlefield of our own to survive from this match and becoming the winner of this Battle Royal match on the biggest of them all: Final Destinations. Only one man can make his dreams come true, and I’m planning to be that man.

I’m fully aware how much this match is for everyone. I’m fully aware how tough this match will be. No one wants to play a secondary role in this match. Everyone wants to be a star. So I hope you all understand this, this is my chance to step closer to a World Championship belt. I still haven’t accomplished anything yet. I want to make something for myself. I’m very determinated to win this match. But above all else, I want to give something for every single OWA fans in the world. I want to make them proud of who I am and what I’d have become. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a World Championship as my first title? That’s not easy to make that dream as a reality, but it’s not impossible either. We all have equal chances to win this match. Some of us asked the GMs from 2 different brands to be put into this match. Some of us might win a lottery to be put in this match. Some of us made a statement to insert ourself into this match and I did this part for my ownself. I know I’m capable to win this and I know how hungry you all are. But you know what? I’m looking forward to battle all of you and eliminating some of you until I become the last man standing in this match. Be it an accomplished veteran or some hothead rookies, you all are no different to me. Everyone who’s standing on my way, will have to prepare theirselves to get their ass kicked. I’m not joking. I believe in myself I can win this match. You can try to overlooked me, underestimating me, whatever. You do what you want to do and I do what I want to do, very simple. I hope you all realize, I’m going to make some waves and some statements in this match. I hope none of you prepared some tricky tricks, because if you do, you can’t call yourself a true winner. Just like every other matches I’ve been in,. I’m going to make sure, I’ll win this match with dignity, honesty, and integrity. If you lose your dignity, you will also lose your identity, your sensitivity, and your dignity. Integrity is honesty, modesty, and security in any circumtances. It should be our priority as world class athletes. We all are professionals wrestlers, I hope you all can be professionals. If you don’t, you don’t even have the rights to call yourself “professionals wrestlers”. I’ll just keep training hard as much as possible if I lose this match. I’m even willing to shake the winner’s hand in the backstage. But if I win, I just want you to understand that I’m just the best man in this match. Therefore, let’s prepare ourselves to this battlefield, because I’m ready to conquer the world once again just like how I did it by winning The Gold Medal with a broken frickin neck.

Oh It's True! It's Damn True!

 
 
Natalie is sitting in a chair in her bar, a lapel mic on her clothing, looking at an interviewer off-camera. Her usual intensity is not so apparent, she instead looks welcoming and happy.
 
Interviewer: So, Natalie, this is obviously a huge week for you. You’re walking into Final Destination and challenging for a world title. You’re up on the poster alongside industry legends such as Aria Jaxon, CM Nas and Tarah Nova. It’s safe to say that the last eight months has really been a whirlwind for you. How do you feel about all that?
 
Natalie: Well, obviously it feels pretty great. I’d be lying if I told you that I ever expected all of this. I mean, I’ve been a professional wrestler for less than a year and I’m already the focal point of a global promotion’s entire brand. Every time I arrive at the Odyssey arena in Chicago and see my face up on that LED board, on the flyers, the production trucks, it’s a surreal feeling. To know that I’ve been accepted as a standard bearer means everything to me. Like, everyone remembers the first time something huge happens, right? Odyssey’s main event at the biggest show of the year, it’s me and Azumi [Goto] in there. A woman who’s been doing this for almost ten years against…well, against a rookie. It almost shouldn’t be that way, but it is. And when that poster was revealed, and I saw my face on it I…well I got emotional. I’m not much of the crying type, but it’s a big f****** deal.
 
Interviewer: Why don’t you talk us through your journey to this point? The decisions you’ve made, the experiences you’ve had. We’ve seen you grow a lot as a person since you got here.
 
Natalie: Yeah well, my brother Nate [Cage] brought me in as we all know. I was…I was done with the navy. I don’t really like talking about it but there was so much bureaucracy and corruption. Like, I watched my best friend get killed. Andrew. He was a Scottish lad, Andrew’s the reason I wear a Scottish flag on my gear. Every match I have is dedicated to him. I had to tell his mum and dad that he was gone. I stayed up all night with them crying. Two weeks later I was back in the saddle and I didn’t know what the f*** I was doing with my life. I was just an expendable body that my government was happy to brag about having, but then when I died it’s like, who the f*** cares?
 
So, I hear about OWA and my brother tells me that he can bring me in and I can start training. I’ve never really followed Nate’s lead much, but he was making good money and Wolvesden seemed like a good group of people to have on your side. I have my first match in August against Serenity [Scorpio], lovely girl, great wrestler. I win that and before I know it, I’m in a pissing triple threat for the Women’s Title! Me and Diantha [Moreau] against TyAnna [Jupiter]. It was a good match, too. I didn’t win, not that I expected to. It was my third ever wrestling match, I don’t know if I even had any business being out there. But I like to think I had a good showing, because I kept getting booked.
 
Interviewer: And this was when you decided to leave Wolvesden?
 
Natalie: I don’t think I had any choice. People looked down on me as a freak, some kind of sociopath who they didn’t want anything to do with. That’s not me, never has been. I’m not gonna come out and say that my brother brainwashed me, because everything I do is my own choice. That’s why I left. I left because I recognised that I made a mistake in joining in the first place. Leaving my sisters behind wasn’t an easy choice, but look at where they are now. Wolvesden collapsed because my brother doesn’t know how to trust people, and I got out before the foundations gave way. Diantha’s got no direction now, she’s a wanderer in search of a purpose. Well, I’ve got my purpose, and that’s to be the top dog.
 
Interviewer: Your popularity certainly soared in the wake of leaving Wolvesden. It seemed like almost overnight, you’d become a sensation. You were appearing on talk shows, getting these huge reactions, that had to feel good, right?
 
Natalie: Oh, for sure. The turning point was the night I invaded Odyssey. Viola had banned me from the arena and I wasn’t having any of it, so I forced my way in and demanded a match with Diantha and Roni [De Vil]. I could hardly hear myself on the loud speaker, the crowd were making that much noise. I knew, from the moment on, that I’d tapped into something. That I’d found my voice and knew who I was. I wasn’t Nate Cage’s little sister, I was Natalie Cage, my own person with my own legacy. It’s a pretty common misconception that I hate my brother, because I don’t. Do I consider him and enemy? Yes. Would I gladly beat him into another coma? Absolutely. But siblings fight, that’s the way the world goes. I still love him and I think he still loves me. One day, he might wake up and realise that he’s off his f****** rocker. Until then, I guess I’ll keep doing my thing and he’ll keep doing his. He trained me, broke me in, I’m grateful for that. It was just time for me to be me and not tied to him. I’ve never once regretted that decision and the proof is in the pudding. I’m getting paid more, I’m one of the top merch sellers on Odyssey, and I’m in a world title match. So yeah, I feel real good about all this.
 
Interviewer: And after all the warring with Wolvesden, the violence, the harshness, you had the biggest shot of your career in February. Tell me about the Clash of the Goddesses, did you feel like you had a shot at winning it going in?
 
Natalie: Absolutely. My confidence in my abilities has grown a lot in a short period of time. I’m operating at the best possible level. I don’t wanna sound arrogant here, but there was never any scenario other than me winning the Clash. I looked at everyone else in that match and knew that I had all the momentum in the world on my side. There were some great girls in there, but it was my night. I didn’t give a s*** who stood in my way, I was throwing em out left and right. Dulce [Torres] thought she had me beat and I came out and swung for the fences. It didn’t even matter that my brother attacked me afterwards in hindsight, because the win was what mattered. I’d proved I belong, I’m not some flash in the pan. First ever Clash of the Goddesses, who was the winner? Who are the history books gonna mention when they talk about that match? An accomplishment like that is on a level of significance that is greater than some titles. I’ve got that under my belt already. I was in there with bona fide legends, I was in there with veterans. I was in there with fellow new blood. There are women who can talk about how long they were in there, there are women who can talk about how many eliminations they got, I’m the focal point. And it’s all in the name of that world title.
 
Interviewer: Tell me about the world title, it means a lot to you, doesn’t it?
 
Natalie: It means a lot to everyone. If you don’t want that title more than anything, then what the f*** are you doing here? What’s your purpose? You wanna rack up wins, get the people behind you and convert that s*** into a world title shot. There’s nothing I want more in the world than to hold that title above my head and show the world that there’s nobody else on my level. I had a chance when I was too new to all this, too inexperienced, but that’s over now. It’s all good and well me saying that I’m the best, or that I’m the top guy, but the title is undisputed proof. And you know what? I’m what that title needs. Its history’s spotty, ain’t it? And I mean no disrespect to the women that have laid down and allowed me to get to this point, but like…HENDRIX was champ, then Roxy held it for what felt like forever. TyAnna was a good champion but her neck pretty much exploded from the pressure of carrying the brand. There was never any payoff to her run, she just bowed out and left us high and dry.
 
It fell to me and Azumi Goto to step up and fill that void. I used to have respect for TyAnna but she’s not even showed her face around here since getting hurt. She won’t return my calls, she’s f****** ghosted me for no reason, and if that’s how a former champion’s gonna behave, then I ain’t got time for em. TyAnna’s old news and people seem to have got over her departure pretty quickly. Nobody’s upset over the fact that she won’t be at Final Destination, all anyone’s talking about how me and Azumi are gonna take each other war and redefine this era.
 
Interviewer: This match with Azumi is something that drives you, isn’t it?
 
Natalie: It’s all I bloody think about. Let me tell you something, when your name is up in lights, right alongside somebody who’s been doing this ten times as long as you, it makes you feel like you belong. It doesn’t matter to me that this is my rookie year, that doesn’t mean I can’t do this. Hell, Roxy was what, 18 when she won the belt? She’s a little kid and Azumi wasn’t able to dethrone her. That’s the thing about legacy, this belt needs to be taken seriously. It needs a champion who carries and defends it with pride and who won’t crumble and disappear at the first hurdle. Azumi’s that woman. I wouldn’t wanna face anyone other than her.
 
Interviewer: You respect her, don’t you?
 
Natalie: If you don’t respect Azumi Goto, something’s seriously wrong. Have you seen what she can do in that ring? She’s a technical wizard, I swear to God. My jaw drops every time I see her out there. I’ve had the privilege of standing across the ring from her and being her tag partner, and watching her work up close and personal is an honour, let me tell you.
 
Interviewer: But you think you can beat her?
 
Natalie: I know I can beat her. You can’t afford to speculate in this business, you have the visualise what you want and just go for it. Azumi’s laid it all down on the line and let me know how she feels. She feels as if I’m threatening her dream. And you know what? That’s fair. I know how hard she’s worked, I know that OWA was the first place to really give her the opportunity to take the ball and run with it. She loves being the Ace and I admire her for it. Her match with Diantha was awesome. I mean, I thought I beat the bitch up badly, Azumi was just as aggressive as me. It brought a smile to my face.
 
Interviewer: But you did slap her in the face on Odyssey. Couldn’t that be perceived as a lack of respect?
 
Natalie: I understand how you could see it that way, yeah. But Azumi’s smart enough to know that it’s nothing personal. At least, I hope she is. I want her to let out that animal inside of her, show me what she’s really made of. I know that she fights with honour, but you’ve gotta fight dirty to stand a chance against me. Whether Wolvesden are getting involved or you’re handcuffing my partner to the ring post, you’ve gotta get creative when you’re fighting Natalie Cage. She can talk all she likes about me needing to crush her warrior spirit, but we’re fighting on my terms, whether she likes it or not.
 
Interviewer: And you believe that the key to beating you is for Azumi to channel this inner rage?
 
Natalie: Haha, I never said anything about her beating me, did I? All I said was that she needs to embrace her animalistic side to stand a chance against what I’m bringing. This isn’t about winning for her, it’s about survival. Her goal right now should be to walk out of that match under her own power, not retaining her title. Because I’ve already got this one, see? I’m already the champ, I’m riding a wave of momentum that no Joshi is gonna stand in the way of. Azumi works hard and she had to jump through some dumb hoops to get here. Winning the Ring of Opportunity, defending it a bunch of times, having to face a mystery opponent with only a week’s prep for the belt. Not to mention dealing with that crazy bitch Diantha Moreau. It’s not been an easy path, but this business isn’t easy.
 
I had to beat 19 other women to earn this spot. I had to defend this spot against the only woman in OWA who’s more sick and twisted than I am. I had a goddamn screwdriver stuck into my forehead! I’d like to see Azumi take what Eris threw at me and still be breathing at the end of it. Every bit of technical mastery she has won’t be of much use when I just keep getting up and slugging it out. Look what I did to my brother, a man who’s twice her size and ten times as vicious. I left him laying, his wife and bumboys had to drag his arse out of the arena and to the hospital. Me? I walked to the trainer’s room, got a shot of painkillers in my arm and was sent on home. Azumi is observant but I don’t think even she knows how much I want this. I get it, she’s the Ace, she’s the one who’s long overdue; here’s the thing, she didn’t plan for me, she didn’t plan for Natalie Cage. You don’t plan for a Cage, we show up and we tear you apart. Hell, I wouldn’t be shocked if my brother walks out of Final Destination with that Spartan Title, he’s such a frustratingly smart c*** that I don’t know if Layne [Kurobane] and Jeff [X] know what they’re in for. Though I’m not too fussed about both of us holding gold, he can do whatever the f*** he wants, Kingdom’s of no concern to me. There’s only one brand that matters, and there has to be a definitive face of it.
 
Because that’s what this match is all about. It’s more than a title, it’s more than bragging rights, it’s who is gonna be the absolute kingpin of this place. Odyssey’s had a power vacuum since Clash. The champ walked away and a new champion was crowned. But on the same night, her challenger was decided, and the bid for the throne began. As far as I’m concerned, Azumi’s reign doesn’t even properly begin until Final Destination, if she beats an actual threat. I never doubted that she’d beat April [Song] and Diantha, because they threatened the natural order of things. They were a threat to the entire Final Destination show.
 
Me? I’m here to create a status quo. I’m the Goddess that was selected by the powers that be to smash the entire system and establish a new order. Azumi’s reign is what it is: a lifetime achievement award. Almost like a long service medal. She gave it her all in the twilight of her career and finally got the big one. Then, she defended it against a woman she’d already beaten handily…twice. Some big accomplishment. After that, she retained against Natasha Night only because I helped her. I deemed HER worthy of ME. This is my war and she’s a pawn in it. And now, the Ace has to deal with the Ace Killer, the Alpha Male. I’m not gonna lose to Azumi and go away like April. I’m not gonna talk a big game and get my arse whooped like Diantha. Everything I’ve said today, I 100% believe. Azumi can’t beat me, and she won’t. In any other scenario, maybe she does. But now? In this place? Do you really think that the first ever Clash of the Goddesses winner is going to choke? I’ve come this far, why the hell would I let Azumi Goto stop me? This is my time, not hers. She got a nice little token reign, and her purpose is to lay down for the next leader of the pack.
 
She may not want to admit it to herself, but she’s been in this game for a long time, frankly, it’s too late for her to be on top. When I shatter her illusion of dominance, she’ll have that coming to Jesus moment. She’ll realise that all she ever was was a convincing challenge for the woman who usurped her. I’ve done more in 10 months than she did in the first seven years of her pissing career. I hate to break anyone’s heart who’s backed Azumi this whole time, but I’ve got my own fans and my own legacy to worry about.
 
Again, it’s nothing personal.
 
Natalie unclips the mic, calmly stands up, and walks off-camera as we fade to black.

See there’s an old saying that a hard head makes a soft behind, but I’d say from personal experience it makes a soft fat stomach! Haha, another fat joke from yours truly, but it does take quite the headstrong guy not to know when to put the fork down. Just like it takes quite the hard head to watch all your allies scatter, but you stay on spot trying to finish the heist, and here I am without the Phantom Troupe, still fucking around in the OWA. I just don’t like abandoning things quickly, I don’t like doing things that’ll leave a bad taste in my mouth by coming across as the type of person who arbitrarily takes his leave before doing his thing until a proper departure time. So I’ve made it to this Final Destination that people have been taking so much about since my arrival, competing for the same championship I should have won when I debuted and pinned the champion one on one! Almost like right where I started, and right where I was at the last big show.
 
Now I’ve heard that insanity is doing the same thing multiple times expecting a different result. I question that. You punch someone in the face sure they might stay standing….punch a second time, a third time, ah most go down
 
I wonder how many hits Carlos can take.
 
What about Monolith?
 
You telling me Miltiades can take anything else but random giveaways from out the blue? I’m surprised he isn’t in a triple threat match with Stark and Jon McAdams for a guaranteed world title match at the next Final Destination.
 
I for one think one last shot is what it takes to make the levee break, one last time in the ring with the TV Champion is going to give me my time to have the strap!
 
I’m under this glass ceiling, so which one of my opponents is going to prove to have the figurative glass jaw to take the pin or submission?
 
Shiiiit, that’s my mindset, don’t care who, don’t care how, step up to plate! Not for no baseball, dumbass! Bum ass! I don’t like no boring ass vanilla man sport! I ain’t making no metaphor for y’all to have a chance to have a home run! There ain’t no chance! Step up to plate to get ate!
 
Shut up Carlos! Don’t even start talking! I’m tired of hearing from you. Old head always got something to say. You should be worried about a new career, after I take everything from you your Comicon girls will kick you like Vic.
 
Monolith, OWA is barely big enough for me, it sure as hell ain’t big enough for the both of us. You know what it is, it’s your name, Monolith…one, solo, singular, we don’t need no two beasts around here, get out of my lane!
 
Miltiades, I don’t respect you! I don’t give a damn about no rematch clause. Coming back down here for scraps because you won’t put any energy for the world strap, disrespectful to this match, fuck you.
 
It’s Final Destination, you ain’t have to see any of the movies, everyone knows the damn plot, punk asses think they cheated death, but the inevitable keeps coming! This doubly applies for you Carlos! OWA thought it was safe. OWA thought they could keep that belt away from me by hook or by crook! But that’s all it is my man, thought, not action and certainly not reality. The three of you could work together and still not stop me, I’ll stack you one on the other, reverse Oreo style, I do not play! Know that as long as one phantom remains, OWA is guaranteed to become a ghost town! This is charity for a place in which the people in it live in squalor with their lack of talent and dignity on full display, no food stamps or public housing for you raggedy rats who can’t help yourselves from suffering needlessly, fighting as if you could ever accomplish anything in your lives. As said in the book of the Holy Phantom, no weapon against the magnanimous shall proper. Every tongue that speaks this week and does not acknowledge the changing of the reins over the TV division, shall be condemned! Says I! I who King Kong ain’t got shit on, I who shall have all my enemies teaching my kids, that’s right MY KIDS, in OWT headlocks, when they return crawling for a job because I’ve banned them from TV! Because when I’m the champion, this whole operation is going on lockdown! No more bulllshit, no more games, no more time for you dead-end stars still somehow running the show! Nah man, this is official, this is the changing of the seasons, and you were insane to think you could ever avoid it.

Teams this week, huh?  What an interesting night with an even more interesting, debatably crazy, man in Moongoose McQueen.  Goose, let’s just talk like adults since both you and I haven’t really talked...ever. We don’t have much history together, but you’ve definitely changed from our last encounter.  Not just a year ago were you giving up, saying that there was no point to anything, but now you’ve made it to the very top. You had a fantastic bout with Scott Oasis at Divine Retribution, but you ultimately lost that bout, no matter what crazy things you had on your mind.  However, you have time to make up for that loss in the journey to Final Destination. While you are completely insane and I honestly fear my life around you, we both have the same goals in mind. You and I are an odd pairing, but fitting to say the least. We want to prove the world wrong about us; we don’t want to be perceived as B+ players; just midcard guys opening the curtains for the biggest stars of the companies we’ve been in.  You’re privileged enough to be in the Ascensions to the Heavens ladder match, while I still have no match, but we’ll see what happens in the next week. I’m sure you dream of being in the main event of FD, as do I, but we have to make the best of what we have. I’m given the short end of the stick, but I’m alive; there’s no bad blood between me or anyone about this. 

I’ll get my opportunities by proving how good I am on this mic and in the ring.  I’m the SoundCloud Savior, bringing my music to the masses who absolutely need it. We’re in an age where anyone with a microphone can become a huge star. I mean look at that Catch Me Outside girl, she made it big in the biz, so why can’t someone like me, charismatic and has an amazing voice, make it in this business? This week, we get to face some guy with a weird name and our good ol’ pal RD3. Udy, who even are you, my dude? I know you’re just a rookie here, but that’s no way to address a former and future champion like myself.  I am Nathan Fiora, one of the most decorated wrestlers of all time, winning titles all over the world. Yet you just refer to me for a brief moment? How dare you do that to my and my sister’s legacies? I’m not trying to be arrogant here, but you don’t realize who you’re facing this week. Our team alone has held more titles than most of the Kingdom roster combined. Yeah, so it’s a big deal that you’re facing two guys who will make you look like a million bucks. I’m a former hardcore champion and new breed champion and that’s only counting my accomplishments in *name redacted*.  I’ve been out of in-ring competition for the past year, yet I’ve started out with one of the strongest introductions someone’s gotten here. Everyone knows who I am, Udy, but do people know who you are? Maybe, or they must ignore you enough to not know you exist in this place. The only reason you’re a person of relevance to me right now is because you’re teaming with RD3 this week, which is a man I really respect. So I’ll keep it to that for you and I wish you the best of luck, son. 

RD3, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen ya around buddy. You’re one of the most talented guys I’ve ever seen, but I’m afraid to say that this week is mine.  Moongoose isn’t getting that W; I am. I’m sorry pal, but I’m going to FD and if this match is what determines that, I’m gonna do everything that I can to make sure I do. While that may mean that you’re not possibly going to the event, I can promise you that you’ll make it next year, partner. This version of me isn’t letting anyone but me determine what I receive. If I lose a match, that’s on me. I lost my match last week against Jeff X because I messed up. I beat Adelmar because I did everything in my control to take out the beast of a man. I have been incredibly successful in both ventures and this week, you’ll see why OWA wanted me in the first place.  I’m Final Destination-bound and I’m only looking up from here because I’m me; a man who doesn’t take failure for an answer. A loss or two won’t deny me of the ultimate revelation; me holding a world title in OWA. I don’t care who I have to get through or who I need to beat, but I’m forcibly taking what I think is mine from now on. I just hope the locker room doesn’t take it personally, but I can’t change what they think I guess. What I can do is make the world see what I’m capable of when my sister is my focus; she motivates me to win titles and seek for the moment. What I was able to do in my match against Keelan is nothing compared to what I’d do just to be world champion.  While that may not realistically happen at FD, it will happen very very soon. This is the homestretch, ladies and gents, so put your focus on me and what I’ll be doing. I promise you all that I’ll be changing OWA’s fate in the next few months, so keep my word as that determines that me I am. For those who doubt me like RD3 and Udy: I will save the sound...by shutting you all up once and for all. That’s a wrap.

(Moongoose McQueen is shown sitting on top of a ladder. Members of the Shin-SEKAI in masks are also sitting on ladders beside Moongoose, with the Final Destination banner behind then in the background. The Camera is angled from below looking upward towards Moongoose as he begins to look down and speak.)
 
Ok, first of all, It’s Moongoose. Not Mongoose. Moongoose. I don’t know if it’s because you are foreign, or if you can’t read, but you look like an idiot through out that speech. Second, you are making accusations that I am a wannabe anime villain when you are pulling straight from some lonely women’s teen fan fiction about werewolves. No, there is a difference between you and I. What you are trying to be, it isn’t real, but what I am, is very… very real.
 
You see, Innie, (Revy whispers into Moongoose’s ear)….. Outie (Revy whispers again)…Hootie. ….I’m sorry, what is it?.... Udy? ..You sure? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Look here, Rover, I don’t care if you were raise by wolves or if you were bitten by werewolves, I’ve kicked puppies before. You know? I wouldn’t hesitate to, and I’m sure you are going to come in here, trying to convince me that you are both bark and all bite, but I’d really would appreciate if you would just roll over and play dead, because I have better things to do than concern myself with a boy and his dog.
 
You came to this company at a wrong time, Udy. Guys like you are the last thing on my mind, after all, I have to prepare for the Ascension to the Heavens match, while all you had to do to get into the participation match of Final Destination, the Battle Royal, by simply signing the contract. I don’t doubt you will be drown into that match with Reginald, whose claim to fame was that he was the first one chosen to be in that match, but I’d rather not be a part of such a shallow concept of a match where if you don’t make it into a match, you get put into a ring with everyone else to win the position of “the best” among those not worthy enough to be on the card. And despite being in the Ascension to the Heavens match, I’m still incredibly disappointed that it’s not the main event match. Let this be a message to anyone else in that match. I am better than this. And I am better than each and every single one of you.
 
And by that logic, Udy, Reginald, I am better than both of you. I mean, what is the point of this match happening? You have me, a representative for Kingdom and the favorite to win the match, and then there are you three. 3 men sure to be placed in the Battle Royale match, and I mean it, Nathan Fiora. We might be partnering up this week, but I much rather we didn’t, after all, I have 4 other people here that I could be tagging with instead, but alas, I’ll have to carry both you and your failed music career. Oh how the mighty have fallen, from world title contender to teaming up with Nathan Fiora. This is truly my hell, but I should be grateful that my opponents are you two.
 
Udy, I’m not like Reginald. Sure, I’ll get cocky, arrogant, and underestimate my opponents, but if I saw you coming at me like you did last week, you wouldn’t be here talking at all if you sucker punched me. Unlike Reggie, winning isn’t my priority. It’s about making a statement. I don’t need to win. I just need you to shut the hell up and mind your own damn business, and I’ll use all and any tactic to do that. If you think you can try to humiliate me, beat me, well, try, because either people here don’t quite see the point I’m trying to make, or they never get enough of seeing me try to make it. Because I will make your life a living hell. Understand that this doesn’t need to be about us. You don’t need to have anything to do with me or the Shin-SEKAI. I want you and everyone else to understand this. I don’t do this for the glory. I’m not like the other participants of the Ascension to the Heavens match, where they have to make up for some sorry failed attempt at the gold. I don’t need the world title. No, I intend to win this match just so whoever, preferably Scott Oasis, is the world champion, I want them to know, that at any moment, I can take away what is so precious to them. And if that makes me like some kind of anime villain, so be it. But personally, I think I’m much worse
 
To say I hide behind a mask, when in truth, I hide nothing. I’m open about my history, my self-indulgence, and my weaknesses. Hell, by doing so, I’m fearless. And Udy, I’ll give you credit for your sorry attempt to show your bravado, I can, and I will expose it as nothing more than smokes and mirrors. You are not the first of people that I’ve put down, and you will most certainly not be the last, and you are thiiiiiiiiiis close to ending your own career if you choose to continue to push my buttons. Someone ought to push you on a leash before something bad happens to someone so young. But if you ask me, Udy, I, Moongoose McQueen ending your career and aspirations early on might be for the best, before you end up being like that of Reginald Dampshaw III and Nathan Fiora. … Useless. … useless… Useless.

 
 
(We open up and we are outside in the sunny but cold day in Philadelphia and we are at the Museum of Art and we are standing in front of The Rocky statue. We pan around and we see Alex Scott. Alex who is wearing some army camouflage jeans, a Nike hooded jacket and a baseball cap.)

"It's been a rough start of my journey here in OWA. Let's be frank, I've not won a match. Either as a single competitor or a tag team partner. I've not been on a winning side yet. And I say the word YET with all the passion and the conviction in my heart because I know I can I know I can get winning very soon. Sooner than you all think. This week I get to face-off with Layne Kurobane. I get to face-off with Layne Kurobane and it's already giving me Goosebumps."

(Alex allows passerby walk past without getting in the camera shot)


"And the reason I'm getting Goosebumps is because Layne is one hell of a talent. But not at the start of his career was it Layne. No. You were nicknamed "Wasted Potential" when you first started. When you first started everyone was calling you a never was. Let alone being a challenger for a championship. That's where in some way you and I Layne are the same. You and I are the same because I know I'm better than what my results have been and I know someday soon I'll be challenging for a championship title aswell."

(Alex pauses)

"I'm not a man who walks off a job because it's not going my way. I'm not a quitter. I'm thankful for this match with you Layne but know this. It's not getting under my skin. Most people would have walked away from the scene if they had suffered losses like I have early in my career. But like I said. I'm NO QUITTER. I lace-up and I fight on. Which is what I'm gonna be doing against you. Fighting like my life is on the line because in some ways people can say it is. My time here in OWA could be that of other quitters if I allow it. But I will not do that."

(Alex pauses and looks up at the sky)

"I know I'm as good as the people you've mentioned. I'm as good as Jeff X and I'm as good as Nate Cage. All I know is just to win and that will prove it. I need to carry on with that win and win again. Continue to win and then I've prove it. You're just the first win under my belt Layne. That first win will catapult me into the being contender for championship titles. So thank you. Thank you for the chance of beating you and showing the world what I can do."

(Alex looks up at The Rocky Statue)

"Do you see The Rocky Statue? Of course you do Layne. It cannot be missed. But do you know the true story behind it. The true story behind it is of every underdog in the world and every person in the future who think they cannot achieve their goals. I know I can achieve my goals. I know I can beat anyone in OWA. I can beat anyone anywhere else too. No matter what company there in. I'm not gonna be just a pebble in the road. I'm gonna be like this statue .I'm gonna be a landmark in OWA for years to come. I'm looking forward to this match Layne. I know this match can be a classic but the outcome isn't what your hoping for. The outcome will see me shock the entire OWA with this win. I need it more. I need that one-shot and then I can run with the ball and head to the top."

(Alex pauses)

"So Layne thank you for this match. But I'm not gonna end up like you and be nicknamed "Wasted Potential". I'm not gonna be five or ten years from now still looking for a championship title match. I'm heading for that now with a win over you. I'm looking to get a championship title match sooner rather than later. I'm gonna be walking out with my arm raised and my first win. Know that."

(Scene ends)

Omega, it's time for you to meet the American Patriot. The current and longest reigning ALPHA Wrestling Spirit Champion. At 74 days and counting. I've taken on beasts and mountains, but I have yet to come across a man who's inspiration to wrestling is Picasso. It's strange, it truly is. But it works. It's what drives him as a competitor. And while he may use dirty tactics, I will give him this. He can fight.... But so can I. 
Sunday night in Los Angles California, Jordan Rattler takes on Étienne Laurent in my Omega Wrestling Alliance debut. And it's time to show OWA, why I call myself the Spirit of America, the American Patriot. I'll see you soon Laurent. Very soon...

Knowing what I did to Aria Jaxon, I realized of something: that I’m capable to win The OWA World Championship one day. Yes, Aria Jaxon beat me but I was able to push her to the limits. She knew that I was able to break her ankle hence why she gave me a fight for her life. In the end, it is Aria that will challenge Scott Oasis for his belt at Final Destination and I wish her nothing but the best.

Speaking of Final Destination, I have something to announce but I’ll just wait until Kingdom for it.

Truthfully, I can’t wait until Kingdom this week, not just because I want to announce something, but I’m facing off against The Killer himself: Keelan Callihan. Look Keelan, I saw what you did to Jon McAdams after he announced his retirement two week ago and I expected better than that. I mean, you’re a great in-ring performer and if you truly want to face-off against McAdams, why didn’t you say it to him 2 weeks ago instead of attacking him from behind? You both could have one hell of a match you know? But instead, you decided to go with a coward move and apparently you’re proud of it. It makes me sick what a pathetic human being you really are. Someone clearly needs to give you a lesson and I’m more than willing to give it to you by breaking your ankle, Keelan. 

Sure, you’re so dangerous in the ring with or without weapons when you beat Kevin Maverick a few weeks ago and when you demolished Nathan Fiora in that brutal Extreme Rules Match but if you think for one second I’d back down from you then you’re mistaken. I never back down from anyone in my life. Sure, I got my ass kicked most of time here but you can ask those people how much fighting spirit I have in myself. I always pushed them all to their limits and they always had a fear thoughts everytime I grabbed their ankle. 

But it never worked out, at least not yet.

I’ve shown a fighting spirit, but I haven’t showed myself as a much of a winner. I’m an Olympic Gold Medalist and I remember when one of the veterans in this business, Carlos Rosso who was your old buddy by the way called me legendary. But honestly I’m nothing more than a loser in this sport. My first attempted to try for Professional Wrestling quickly became a joke and was turned into a simple tool for other wrestlers. They used me as either a trampoline or a punching body-bag. I’m upset of course, but I don’t want to back down. I want to accomplish so many things in this sport just like how I did it with my Amateur Wrestling Career and I know I have a long and tough journey to do so but I dare you, Keelan, I will never quit and I will never surrender. 

I’m stubborn and I have a strong mentality to back it up. Do you remember Isaac Thornton? He was my first opponent when I debuted here and he gave me my first lost. He was a great wrestler but the moment he failed to win The Clash of Titans match, he’s nowhere to be seen anymore, just like you were for 8 months after you suffered a defeated at Game Over. Not to mention, you tapped-out anyway. I never tapped out in both my Amateur and Professional Wrestling career. Hell, I had a broken frickin neck and I had to face a Swedish Wrestler in Olympics and I refused to give up both physically and mentally and brought the Gold Medal to USA. It goes without saying that you can always meet me in the ring anytime you want and I have much better fighting spirit in myself than you will ever have. 

You can mock me all you want, Keelan but the fact and truth is you are similar like me in the past 2 years in a way. Yes, I’ve known you since you started your wrestling career. What I noticed is the fact that you haven’t won any single championship since 2016. Don’t get me wrong, Keelan. You’re always a good wrestler but for some reasons, you always failed to win a championship everytime you had a chance to win it since 2016. What happened, Keelan? Is it because you’re a bitch that will always tap-out everytime someone hit a submission move to you? If it’s really the case then you better prepared for your fucking nightmare. Consider this as a karma for what you did to McAdams 2 weeks ago.  I’m the worst guy that you’ll ever meet because I can make you tap-out with my Ankle Lock. You can beg for some fucking mercy when I do that to you this week. I’m ready to snap your ankle and dragging you away to another hiatus. You can apologize to Jon McAdams when I turn my statements into a reality. Unlike Nathan Fiora, I don’t need a weapon to inflict you some pains. I’m my own weapon. I’m ready to destroy you with my own hands. You have to prepare for it, Keelan, because I’m not jooking around. For the first time ever in my professional wrestling career, I’m going to make a bitch tap-out in the middle of the ring.

Oh It’s True! It’s Damn True!

 
 
There will always be bumps in the road, no path is ever as smooth as it seems. I’ve learned that if you have a goal in mind, trouble will always get in the way. I’ve finally got the one thing I wanted, a title opportunity, my first one in what feels like fucking forever. The Spartan Championship is once again within my grasp, but a rather…unexpected individual has decided to try and be an unwitting blockade. Mr. Diakos, sir, allow me to officially welcome you to Kingdom…my Kingdom. You see, you’ve drawn the very shortest of straws I’m afraid. Most newcomers get to test their mettle against someone of equal standing, someone who is trying to fight for their place. You, on the other hand, must have done something to anger the gods. I don’t know why you were selected as a ritual sacrifice before I go on to claim the gold I deserve, but here we are. Between where I sit right now and the sweet taste of championship glory is some meathead Greek cunt, with shit for brains and the personality of the cardboard side of a jigsaw piece.
 
It’s a funny old world, isn’t it? Now, you’re new here, so let me fill you in on just exactly who I am and why you’re royally fucked. My name is Nate Cage. I have a reputation here for not being particularly nice. No, what I do is cripple people, what I do is get in the faces of those who believe themselves to be worthy of anything other than a merciless beatdown by my hand. Look all up and down the Final Destination card, and you’ll see my list of victims. Fuck, just look at two of the world title contenders, the fucking winners of the Alphas and Goddesses Clash of the Titans matches. Aria Jaxon and my dear little sister Natalie, both have lost to me. Even one of my opponents, Jeff X, can never claim to having beat me. I’ve proven to be superior between the ropes than the elite of this company. So, tell me, why the fuck are you going to be that silver bullet, Constantine? What gives you the right to walk into my domain and believe you have even a slither of a chance at leaving with anything other than broken bones?
 
I hate people like you, people who think they’re owed everything right off the bat. You’ve done nothing, accomplished fuck all. You’re looking at a man who has already established themselves as one of OWA’s most valuable assets. Without me to keep cunts like you in line, there’s no order, no uniformity. Everything would become chaos. I serve as a living reminder to people that there is always someone willing to go further in the name of achievement. What are your achievements, Constantine? Do you bench press a lot? Do you wear tight vest because they make you feel like a real man? I’ll tell you what you’re not; you’re not the first ever OWA Tag Team Champion, you’re not the man who brought down the most dominant faction in all of OWA in one night, and you’re not going to beat me. This isn’t a case of me underestimating you, because I know what you’re coming with. You’re coming with hope and nothing more. You hope that you can somehow, someway extract a victory from OWA’s Devil, but hope is for fucking fools, let me tell you.
 
In the last year or so, I’ve been through punishment and pain that would drive a normal man to the brink of insanity. I’ve faced giants of this industry and took everything they had, coming out of the other side with a smile on my face. I snapped my own sister’s arm in half before slipping into a coma, powered only by the will to hurt the woman who wronged me. I introduced Donny Dragon to the fold, my greatest student. A man who is yet to be pinned or submitted in OWA, who just won back-to-back matches on Kingdom and Olympus in the same week – the first person to do that, by the way. I established a group that stands to be draped in gold by the time Final Destination is in the rearview mirror. You? If you even make it onto the card, I’ll be flabbergasted. What are they gonna do? Send your bicycle pump body up a ladder to grab a briefcase? Throw you into a ludicrously crowded TV Title match? It must hurt, knowing that your debut’s inevitably going to end in a loss. Not that I can relate, because I don’t fucking lose. I’ve been pinned three times in my entire OWA career, Constantine. Three fucking times in almost a year. And the men who pinned me were actual fucking men. They weren’t Greece’s answer to Brax.
 
Also, unfortunately for you, you’ve caught me in a good mood that you’ve inadvertently disrupted. I’m supposed to be preparing for a title match, and now I have to warm up by putting your head under my boot and applying pressure until I hear your skull pop. Inconveniencing me is a cardinal sin, Constantine, one that you’re going to learn to pay for the hard way. I don’t know what the future holds for you, dear boy. Maybe one day, you’ll ascend up the ranks and face me when you’re actually credible. Maybe I’ll even let you have a pop at my Spartan Title after I win at Final Destination. Sadly, your fate for this week is sealed and assured: you will try so, so hard to destroy me, and you will realise that you might as well be fighting a shadow. Because Nate Cage bends to the will of no man, and you…you are no man. I look forward to getting to know you more intimately, I hope your family are watching, because daddy’s going to be leaving on a gurney.
 

 
[+]Block by bleak block was the most retched place in all of the country. It’s morning and the streets of downtown Los Angeles are empty; the inhabitants are just beginning to rise from their slumber. A sign on the corner reads “Sixth Street”, trash blows in the gutters while a few dogs roam for scraps. The sky is brown from wildfires miles away, the weather to be a cool 75 degrees, a welcoming comfort considering we’re living in a time of unpredictable climate.[+]
 
C’mon. Come a little closer…don’t be scared.
 
[+]It’s not long before the street comes alive. The hum of this community is stickled with a post-apocalyptic vibe. Weary, drawn out residents appear from sides of buildings. Other’s appear from underneath boxes and emerging from tarp covered garbage. Some wander around, others huddle around laughing, but they are mostly oblivious to anything else. Why should they consider themselves with passing cars or three-piece suits? This is their home.
 
Sporting a pair of dark shades, bandana wrapped around his head with hair tied up, Dax Staley finds a spot that is not occupied. He sits on a crate observing the area with no disrespect, placing a black duffle bag down by his feet. A few feet away there is a  couple who rigs it’s tarp back up against a store front gate, a man in a wheelchair comes rolling past him. His ears are bandaged up and leg wrapped in what could best be identified as a bed sheet. It’s stained, dirty, and unkempt.[+]
 
My earliest memories are not of anything specific, they’re more like memories of feelings as opposed to events. Feelings of abandonment, feelings of loneliness, feelings of sadness. They say our destiny is formed in these earliest moments. That our fate is determined at this critical juncture. The chosen begin their path towards greatness, the ill-fated are doomed from the beginning. 
 
{Dax wipes his face with the sleeve of his jacket.}
 
Which way are you going, Jake Keeton? Are you on a path to greatness, or are you doomed? Maybe you’re on your way back to greatness. A multi-time world champion in our little bubble of the independents. A man with much adulation and, what’s the word? Clout. Heh. You mistake me for something I am not, but rest assured, what you see isn’t exactly what you’re going to get. 
 
[+]More people begin to fill the street. Some give side-eye to this person whom they have never seen before. The entire district is filled with over 2,000 people, yet, they know who belongs and who doesn’t. A child covered with dirt kicks a tattered soccer ball while a woman, presumably his mother, saunters slowly behind. She flashes a kind, yellow smile.[+]
 
Before finding myself here at OWA, I resided in a global federation, then ending up in a land of extreme brutality. While you wallow away over your time in the spotlight - I was the spotlight, Keeton. But that was never good enough for me. A house was built by the hands of a mentor that my father never could be. I had a friend who found his existence best to be hid behind a mask. With them, Dax Staley was a champion who was plucked straight from the floors of the St. John’s Rectories, given a new lease on life. I should be happy, you’d say! You would think that my self-loathing and my frowning is really unnecessary. I wish you could feel my burdens, Jake.
 
[+]A pair of blackened, diseased feet tucked into small sandals scrape into Dax’s vision. He raises his head to look at a withered man staring off into space. Boils scab around one side of his face, his hair frayed and eyes sunken into his skull. Only a shawl covers his shoulders, his trousers almost loin cloth. The man’s body odor makes even Dax gag.[+]
 
{Waving him off}
Ugh. Leave me. 
 
[+]The leper man lingers for another moment or so before taking his zombie walk elsewhere. Removing his glasses, Dax rubs his eyes as if he was cleaning dust from them. He hangs the shades on the front collar of his shirt.[+]
 
Take a long, hard look in the mirror, Keeton. What is it that you see? The vibrant, spunky, young athlete throwing crisp arm-drags and wrenching in the tightest headlocks? Or, are you the sloth of a human who wishes he was stilll a well-oiled ‘machine’? You’re so hard on yourself. Why don’t you take a moment, sit back, and marvel at your life. Instead, you dwell in places where desperation is for sale.
 
[+]Dax stands up. He picks up the duffle bag, placing it on the crate. He turns his back and unzips the bag. All you can see is Dax’s back as he nods to himself.[+]
 
Important encounters are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other. We’ll always be connected now, Jake. When you’re lying in a hospital bed, looking up at the ceiling, you’re going to wonder what just hit you. There’s something about kindred spirits – you meet them and for a moment this world, no matter how ugly, makes sense. They bring a sense of freedom and clarity to one conversation; just enough to remind you of who you are.
 
[+]Turning around, the duffle bag is revealed to be filled with cash. Using a free hand, Dax removes the glasses from his collar and places them back over his eyes. The street is alive. A woman washes her hair at a fire hydrant. A couple of men huddled in a corner pass around a syringe. Some are at a table where fruit and water is being handed out.
 
Walking towards the middle of the street, Dax digs in the bag and throws dollar bills in the air. It takes only a moment before some of the residents realize what is being blown in the wind. People break from whatever they are doing. Not having thought about this, Dax is bum-rushed by a group of men and women. Before things get too out of hand, he tosses what we can then throws the duffle bag behind him. Throwing chum into the water.[+]

I don’t think you can paint me! There is no color for all the shades of chaos in me! There’s something you ought to know…I’ll tell ya’ Park Avenue leads to Skid Row. See you at Olympus.
 
-FTB-

Los Angeles, CA.


Globe Theater Men’s Locker Room.


Scorched Earth Show - Minutes after the Openweight Tag Match.

(Billy and Jimmy Wild stumble into the locker room, each beaten and bruised from their match and the attack from Ground Zero, which cost them the match, but not the tag titles.)

Jimmy Wild: WHAT the hell was that!?

Billy Wild: I don’t know man, I don’t know! I have to be honest lil bro - I didn’t see that one coming!

(Jimmy angrily superkicks a locker)

Jimmy Wild: DAMN IT! We had them Billy, we had those teeny boppers DEAD. TO. RIGHTS. You hear me Billy!?

Billy Wild: (pacing) I know, I know! Listen Jimmy...we still have the titles right?

Jimmy Wild: Yeah?

Billy Wild: So that gives us one less thing to worry about.

Jimmy Wild: But, we found ourselves on Ground Zero’s radar.

Billy Wild: (nods) I know, bro. We’re going to have to take that in account. But, we have a failsafe for that don’t we?

(Billy smiles and pats his brother on the back. Jimmy’s eyes go wide with realization.)

Jimmy Wild: Oh yeah! Right, they won’t be a major problem. Just a road bump on the road to success.

Billy Wild: On the road?

(Billy holds up his title belt)

Billy Wild: We’re already at the destination! In fact, whoever wants a piece will be coming to US at Final Destination!

Jimmy Wild: (nods) Right, right. We already established ourselves as the Mighty Ducks of OWA. The movie team not the NHL team of course.

Billy Wild: And what does ducks do!?

Jimmy Wild: DUCKS FLY TOGETHER!

Billy Wild: That’s right! When everyone says it can’t be done...

(Billy and Jimmy raise their belts)

Wild Boys: DUCKS FLY TOGETHER! DUCKS FLY TOGETHER! DUCKS FLY TOGETHER!

(The Boys of Wild hit their titles together, feeling a renewed sense of determination)








(An IG live stream opens to Jimmy Wild walking down the street. Oddly enough, he’s not with his brother Billy.)

“So, you may have already notice that my brother Billy isn’t here with me. We both agreed that I needed to voice my feelings on my own. Though my brother and I are a team, sometimes a Wild One has to stand his own ground. That’s what this live stream is about - stating my case as my own man.”

(pause)

“I have to give it to you DiVa - you and Roxy came into the match swinging. Your attempts to cut us off at every turn had my brother and I second guessing. Despite acting like a couple of bimbos, you and Roxy are the real deal. But being the real deal doesn’t make you champion. That’s something Billy and I have shown that night. Just like with Bull and Aunt Tarah, we exceeded expectations and managed to retain our undefeated streak. That is, until Puff the Magic Dragon and that other guy rained on our parade. Because of their crap, WE were disqualified! WE now have an L under our column - and we didn’t even do anything! Is this how OWA treat their champions!? My brother and I were undefeated for over a month and now that streak is ruined because Ground Zero doesn’t know how to stand in line and wait their turn. Well if it’s me you want Donny, then I’m right here. Let’s see how you do when you’re not sneaking up on someone from behind. My brother and I prefer to fight face-to-face which may be something you’re not used to. Don’t worry - we all have to start somewhere, right? Welll let me be the first to say this: Welcome to the OWA Tag Team Division! Home of the ‘technically speaking’ UNDEFEATED OPENWEIGHT TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD! THE WILD BOYS!”

(Jimmy grins)

“You like that? I did. But, it’s the truth Donatello. You encroached on the territory of The Wild Boys in an attempt to get our attention. Well, congratulations on a job well done boys. You have our attention and now we’re laser-focused on driving you out of the physical conversation we were having with Aly & AJ last weekend. I don’t care what kind of Far Cry 5 hijinks you and Nate Cage are planning, but stay out of our way, and perhaps just maybe perhaps we’ll stay out of yours. As for you DiVa, I get that you have your head so far up your pooper that you think you and your twit of a partner has already won the belts. Let me provide a quick fact check for you - those belts you wear are fake. Billy and I are the ones with the keys to the kingdom, DiVa. We’re the ones sitting pretty on Mount Olympus. Maybe that’s a little difficult for you to process. Maybe nobody has never denied you anything. Maybe you feel out of sorts because the one thing you and Roxy want - OUR tag team belts - is something you can’t have. For the first time in your life there’s something in your way. Allow me to offer some words of advice - get over yourself. Not everyone can get what they want “sweets”. You and the rest of OWA are just gonna have to get used to the Wild Boys running everything. We don’t need special names to be the best - we prefer actions over words. And from where I’m standing, our actions represent us well.”

(Jimmy looks around before continuing)

“I have a feeling our business isn’t finished yet, but I guess we’ll have to wait and see if you make it to the grand stage huh? So keep updating your social media and hosting your little web shows DiVa. Keep hiding from the fact that my brother and I outperformed you and Claudia's daughter. And Donny? Let’s see how well you can fight when my attention is on you. Not every Olympus episode happens on a Sunday, so feel blessed that the two of you are losing to da G.O.A.T. on the Lord’s day. Maybe just maybe I can exorcise each of your demons with a well placed superkick.”

(Jimmy smiles at the camera)

“You speak of lessons to be taught, but in a few days you’re going to learn the biggest lesson of all - how to lose with grace and integrity. That is, if either of you have any left to spare.”

 
 
 
 
Donny and James are doing some stretching exercises after a sparring session. There’s a small amount of blood over Donny’s left eye, and James has some minor swelling on his right ear.
 
Donny: Man, if that’s how hard we take it to each other, I feel sorry for whoever our opponents are next week.
 
James: You mean this week?
 
Donny: Huh?
 
James: You’ve got a match this week, Donny. You’re gonna be on Olympus.
 
Donny: Woah now, two shows in one week? That can’t be right, can they do that?
 
James: Well, the tag division’s interbranded so…I guess they can.
 
Donny: I’m gonna be on Olympus this week. Wow, talk about making moves! Has anybody ever wrestled on Kingdom and Olympus in the same week?
 
James: I’m pretty sure you’re the first one.
 
Donny: Who are my opponents?
 
James: Uhh Jimmy Wild and DiVa? I’m not sure, I get the Wild Boys and the Dollhouse mixed up with which is which because they all look the same.
 
Donny: That’s racist! Anyway, man, a triple threat match against those losers? Looks like Bob Taylor really wants my undefeated streak to continue, otherwise he’d have given me an actual challenge!
 
You know what, guys? We’re not sorry for breaking up whatever that “match” was at Burned Planet, because any tag title match that doesn’t involve us ain’t worth a damn. You’ve got the Wild Boys, two dudes who only got a title shot because Bull Connors was dumb enough to give em one, and the Dollhouse, who got a tag title match because…because…help me out here, James.
 
James: I don’t actually know how those two got a title match. I mean, they lost at Clash…then they lost again at Pluto’s Gate, are…are they supposed to be involved? Was it an admin mistake? Because I don’t understand where they fit in. I mean, they made themselves some fake belts that look like Rainbow Dash puked on some leather and metal, they cut a few promos from Barbie’s Dream House and now they’re here. What a wild ride, wrestling’s fucking weird, man.
 
Donny: I can’t believe we’re in a situation where both the champs and the challengers have done zero to get where they are right now. Is Olympus the land of handouts? We had to forcibly insert ourselves into proceedings because we were sick of seeing the division being made a mockery of. Those belts deserve a home where they’ll be taken seriously and not be a fashion accessory or a chance to talk in memes. That’s where Ground Zero come in. I’ve STILL not been pinned or submitted, and the people at the top finally realised that maybe, just maybe, a title shot should be sent my way. Obviously, there are certain requirements that must be met before we take the gold, like this little triple threat this week. I’m not worried about stepping into the ring with either of you, because you’re practically non-entities. I mean, as a pair you’re OK, I suppose. I mean, you’ve got nothing on me and James, obviously, but you’re above average, barely.
 
The same can’t be said for you as individuals, I mean Jimmy, you and your brother are practically the same person, it’s worrying. Sure, there was that upset win over Alejandro D-Von, but that dude spends more time worrying about coining new catchphrases than wrestling. Congratulations, you beat Killer Alpha Squad, a random ass pairing that was doomed to lose the belts early. Anybody could have been in that same spot. The BWO could have won the titles off those two. Bull and Tarah were never gonna last and you knew that. The moment you had an actual team to take on, you almost lost. Me and James did you guys a favour, because we’d rather see the belts on you guys than Rockso and DeDeVa. That tag match was just the battle of mediocrity, where the winners would be the best tag team in the company on the back of a pure technicality. What a sad state of affairs it would be to see the gold standard represented by two Temptation Island rejects.
 
Speaking of, DeDe, what have you done in your time here? You hitched yourself onto the wagon of the worst women’s champ ever - yes, I’m including HENDRIX in that - and figured it’d be your ticket to success? Fair enough, you had a decent start, somehow managing to get a women’s title shot. Clearly, management knew you were a joke, because your match for the OWA Women’s WORLD Championship didn’t even main event the Odyssey episode it was on. So few people gave a shit about you that you straight up dragged that belt’s place on the card down, that’s gotta sting. So, after getting embarrassed on just about every level over on Odyssey, you figured you could run away from your responsibilities and stink up Olympus a little? When was the last time you guys even wrestled on Odyssey? No, losing to a bunch of old, washed-up hags at Pluto’s Gate doesn’t count. I’m surprised they haven’t voided your contracts yet. It’s took two dudes from Kingdom to class the joint up a bit, remind the people what true wrestling excellence looks like.
 
Hey, you guys aren’t TERRIBLE. You throw some neato superkicks and both have enviable hair, if the coke-addicted 80s rockstar look is what you’re going for.
 
James: Wait, which team are you talking about right now?
 
Donny: Uhh, both of them?
 
James: Proceed.
 
Donny: Sunday night is not gonna be pretty for you guys, because it’ll be the first time you’ve actually had to work for anything in your lives. You’re not facing your mentors, who you already know every trick that they have. You’re not facing hasbeens who make me question Odyssey’s recruitment policy. You’re facing two guys who have broke into this industry with nothing to lose and everything to gain. James is gonna be right with me at ringside this week, scouting the competition. I’m sure you guys will bring the benign tumours you call tag partners with you as well. And I’m glad, because they all deserve a front row seat to the decimation of their allies. I’m not coming over to Olympus, taking time out of MY schedule, stepping away from MY brand just so I can lose to two groups who are singlehandedly responsible for the downfall of tag team wrestling. I’m coming over there to rip the arms off one team and use them to slap the shit out of the other team. I’m coming to knock you all the fuck out just for inconveniencing me. Ground Zero isn’t about compromise, it isn’t about empty promises, it’s about resolve, it’s about exacting punishment on people who stand idly by while the entire goddamn world moves on. You’re both stuck in your little bubble and don’t even realise that those belts you’re fighting over are looked upon with disdain by everyone who’s burdened with them. That changes when they come to us. Step one: beat the both of you jokes this week and show the world that you can’t measure up to somebody who has actually done something with their talent. Step two: relieve you all of the straps and begin to make them mean something again.
 
Go ahead and talk. Let’s see the Wild Boys talk in one-liners and crack jokes about how great they are. Let’s see the Dollhouse call everyone ugly, despite the fact they look like the genetic crossbreed of Steven Tyler and Jackie Stallone. Your words and actions have consequences, and this week, those consequences will come in the form of an ass whooping.
 
Donny and James bumps fists and leave.
 

KINGDOM: NEW KEYS, NEW HOME


Jeff X, a man who deserves a round of applause for his work effort and passion for this business.  Congratulations on your win, man. I’ve seen your work from the bottom of the food chain and I bet you feel really good about where you are now.  You’ve proved yourself to the Kingdom roster and management by winning the Keys to the Kingdom. I saw the happiness on people’s faces when you were giving your hoorah speech!  While I haven’t been around for a while, I do believe you deserve this moment and am proud of what you’ve accomplished and will accomplish. That’s what I would say if you didn’t make a very unwise decision; attacking me and what I’ve done in this business.  Who are you to say anything that you’ve said? You just started your career and believe you can make all the big shots; your ego has grown a million times larger since you won those keys, my friend. It doesn’t surprise me that you’re so eager to defend your newly won toy because rather than thinking about timing you just want to make it further than you’re meant to right now.  That’s why you’re going to lose to me; you’re moving too far too quickly and underestimating your opponents. You should just lay back a bit kid and go into whatever you can; you can be a cameraman or stick to catering for Final Destination. I’ve held more gold than you will ever see in your entire career. I’m a former hardcore and new breed champion. While you’ve been in OWA for about a year, I’ve been in here and other big companies since 2016, grinding my way to make it to the very top of the food chain.  You’re barely starting the journey while I’m a long way into it. In the few weeks I’ve been around, I’ve brought in a lot of attention to Kingdom; people wanna see what I’m gonna do next. I had one of the best matches this year against Keelan Callihan and I’ve managed to solidify myself quicker than you ever could, Jeff. I can easily prove that by beating you at Kingdom for those keys because that’s your mistake; picking fights with an opponent who’s done it all. This isn’t me underestimating you because I’ve already sung your praises and believe you’ll be a worthy opponent for this matchup.   I don’t think you’ve necessarily learned that there are specific people you shouldn’t get yourself involved with because once you do, you’re done for. I beat Adelmar after I nearly died on Divine Retribution. What did you do last week? Oh, you were acting like some bum, drinking beer and relaxing on a couch, watching me compete when I had no reason to, but I did it due to passion.

So much for you not wasting your time in getting your long “overdue” title opportunity.  If you really wanted a title, you’d be right on your way to your second defense, but you decided to wait this week.  That only tells me that you’re not hungry and worthy enough for this prize in the long run because you’re wasting time.  I’d be already ready for a world title opportunity, inserting myself into the match between Oasis and Aria. However, Keelan decided he needed to be a little baby and begged me for a match, so you were allowed to win the match I would’ve easily been in.  That’s why I asked for the match against you this week, as I was going to ask to be in the keys match, which is interesting since I have a pretty great track record with these kinds of situations. You can brag about winning the keys in a multi-man match, but I did the very same with my Hardcore title and managed to defend it in one-on-one action.   This isn’t my rookie year anymore, where I had an incredible year of learning and striving. Now, I’m a real man, who knows this business and the ring in and out; I want to win decisively and know that you lost due to the beating I gave you and not a bunch of other dudes. So you keep asking why was I given this match? I came to work and for the past few weeks, I’ve been competing in matches, not taking any breaks.  You’re pushing it by saying you’ll win when you’ve yet to have a defense with those keys. What are you gonna say if and when you lose to me? “Oh, I didn’t have the right amount of beer and my steak was off before I had my match”. You’re going to be full of excuses, Mr. X. I can guarantee you that my performance in our match will shock you and leave you in regret about the things you’ve said. There’s a reason Vernon signed me to Kingdom and I’m in OWA in the first place; I’m full of talent and am easily becoming into one of OWA’s main faces.  These EAW accomplishments you don’t care about do matter a bit when you see that every star that left it has made a huge wave in OWA. Scott Oasis, Aria Jaxon, Jacob Senn, CM Nas, Tarah Nova, Keelan Callihan...shall I go on? All of them are decorated competitors, just as I am. They’re all involved in big things currently and have been in OWA for quite some time, yet I haven’t. It’s getting closer to my countdown though, where I’m going to see success similar or possibly even greater than theirs. Are you forgetting they exist to fit your narrative or are you starting to see my point?  You, you’re just starting and that’s why you can only complain about me bragging about my achievements. These accomplishments show what I’m capable of and how much more I can bring now that I have no chains suppressing me. The same happened with EAW and you know what they say about history; it loves to repeat itself, especially when the same ingredients are in place to make a similar recipe. So get used to seeing my face around a lot of kid, keep complaining to your yeehaw lover and get out of my face about if I deserve something or not. When you’ve done this longer than I have, you can do that, but until then, know your place.

Look, you can insult my music all you want; I’m a musician and I have my critics.  I don’t really care about yours since you’re probably listening to Alabama boys singing about marrying their sisters or pets.  Frankly, it’s of no interest to me and I’m sure it’s not of interest to the OWA Universe. Insulting my music to “hurt my feelings” is foolish and every person has their own taste, so it’s cool, man.  I just mind my business but it seems like everyone in this company is rubbed the wrong way by my presence. But the funny thing is you’re putting so much attention my way that you’re proving my point about relevancy.  People know who Nathan Fiora is more than they know of Jeff X; you’re doing great kid but you’re not yet a future candidate for a hall of fame. You’re feeding into the hype machine that is yours truly and there’s a reason for that; I’m worthy of being in this spot.  Jeff, if you didn’t care about me you wouldn’t have said a word or would’ve known this much about me, but I see you. You know quite a bit about me and it’s a bit odd when you’re pretending to not care about my existence when you’ve been paying attention to my every action.  Maybe, just maybe, you actually want to see what the hype is all about. You secretly want to see what I’m capable of in the ring; your beloved Keelan saw something in me so why wouldn’t you see something in me too?

The thing that did anger me is when you started mentioning my sister and the details of her passing.  First, don’t you ever mention Miranda again or I’ll make sure you’re back in whatever redneck indy you came from by next week.  You saw what happened to Keelan and he said it when my patience was at an all-time high. Now I ask you something; did you grow up with your parents?  The comfort of a roof over your head every night? My sister and I survived things that no kids should’ve but she kept me strong. We went through wars of abuse and neglect, yet we both overcame all the odds and became the people we were meant to be.  Miranda was everything to me and the only way I feel like I can respect her is by putting my body on the line every week, aiming for that eventual world title. I won’t question what you’ve gone through, but you won’t see me disrespect your fallen comrades; I’m not stooping down to your level.  You started this whole debacle and you’re gonna want to get out of this Jeff, but you’re simply a fool. My sister wanted me to do this with her for the longest time and guess what? I never wrestled until after she passed, and guess what? I love wrestling with a passion now because of her influence and how one can have an impact on the less fortunate.  Yeah, I’ve been a bum, but I’m also incredibly successful, knowing where I came from. So please, stop acting like you know who I am and never reference my sister ever again. My mental and emotional state is none of your business; if I wasn’t fine, I wouldn’t be here right now speaking to you. If you want to test your luck with mentioning my personal matters, kiss your dream of going to FD altogether because I’ll send you back home with several injuries.  Yeah, I lost against Keelan in a match that could’ve gone to either one of us; he left that match a different man, banged up completely. Just know that I’m going to get my win back but getting the keys would be a nice side investment so I can jump back into where I was before I left for a year.

Jeff, whether you’re ready or not, you’re going to be consumed in flames.  No, it won’t be due to the excessive amounts of Bud Light you drink, it’s going to be the fire I leave in that ring every night.  It’s a fire that only a Fiora can produce with their sheer ability and passion for this business and you’ll feel it. This is for Miranda and her name will come to haunt you when you wake up Wednesday morning knowing that you’ve lost your crown.  You’re going to look at yourself in the mirror and slap yourself, realizing that this isn’t a dream. It’s real life and I will be on the road, working my way to a world title match. You may want to try to stop me, but it’ll be too late. I’ll be at Final Destination and by the end of the show, I’ll be holding that world title that’s kept me up days and nights, the one I’ve worked blood, sweat, and tears for.  The announcers and the world will be in shock, but you, you’ll just be frozen. You’ll hear the noise ringing through your head, facing the dark and deep reality that even a beer can’t take away.

(Camera pans over to a shot of Japanese barbecue searing over a heated pot as Moongoose McQueen sits at a tale with his eyes closed almost as if asleep. The background shows Moongoose in a booth in a crowded restaurant. As the meat sizzles and smoke rises into the air, McQueen opens his eyes  and looks directly at the camera. )
 
Adelmar Sauer…. Ambassador of the old world style wrestling. Your ambitions are noble, but futile as there is a perfectly good reason that only you practice such a style. It’s outdated, bland, and ineffective, with the only distinct you have to your advantage is your size. 386 lbs, or as you claim, 27 stones. But in this day and age, who comes to the show for the size.
 
I suppose I need to explain what happened last week. I attacked Hans Olson after our match in a fit of rage, despite telling myself that I did not care for that match and that I wouldn’t take it seriously. After all, Hans doesn’t interest me, he did not intrigue me. His merit, his wrestling ability and honest nature, but I digress. I simply got lost in the moment due to frustrations with my performance at Divine Retribution, and I do mean to say, performance.
 
I would imagine, Adelmar, that you do not care for that term, performance. Atleast believe it shouldn’t co-exist with wrestling, which I believe you define as a real competition among men. Point being said, I didn’t appreciate Hans trying his best to beat me. He didn’t just simply rob me of a victory. He opted to get an easy and cheap win rather than entertain the thought of pushing me to my limit, which he failed.  You ever know that feeling, Adel. You got this hyped built up, only for it to be taken away before the climax, and in that instance, I snapped. A Roll up. A god damn roll. And sure, perhaps it was wrong for meto get angry at him. Perhaps I should had invited Han here with me tonight to enjoy this feast as an apologize.
 
But I’d be lying if I had brought him in here and I didn’t toss this pot of hot coal in his face, because deep down, yeah. I’m still frustrated with Divine Retribution, and have yet to find someone proper to take it out on. If I could, I’d take it out on Scott Oasis, but as a man of my word, I will not touch him. Perhaps after Final Destination, but Aria Jaxon has earned that right to challenge him. But then you ask, what am I do to until then? What can a man of my caliber do after being the world title contender? Do I go after another title? Do I aimlessly fight whoever is assigned to face me? Do I just go backstage and pick a fight with whoever I feel deserves to face my wrath? It’s a mystery at the moment, even to me.
 
The only thing I do know is. I’m starving. I’m hungry. I need to feed. Now I could just grab what I can and just eat and eat. But if you wait just a little bit longer, place it over some heat, wait to add in a few more ingredients,  only then, do you have a satisfying meal. I mean, you’re a big man. Surely you know what I’m talking about. And as bad as it sounds, Adelmar, you lack seasoning. You don’t seem appetizing to me. And you see, I’m a very picky eater. But I know dog food when I look at it, and you’re a steaming pile of it. Cook it as you may, it still taste like shit, and it would be best to avoid it all together. But when you work in OWA, sometimes, shit is all they can give you, and quite frankly, I’m better than that. I’m better than you. I’m not afraid of you. I just know any confrontation I have with you will not satisfy me. I have so reason to shit on what you believe in. Old style wrestling, if I took that from you, what else would you have to offer? Absolutely nothing, and the sad truth is. I’m going into this match with you in the same mindset as I went with Hans.
 
I’ll admit it. I’m not too thrilled about it. I’m not going to pretend and act like every opponent I face is someone I want to face or I have something to be angry with them. At the end of the day, some people, such as yourself, just don’t mean anything to me at all. You are not my friend. You are not my enemy. You are nobody to me. And sure, maybe I should invite you here to dine with me, and we can change all that. But I rather not waste the time and effort to know what makes Adelmar ticks, when truth is, it doesn’t take much to know and use it against you. You’re not very good at hiding it. If I had to some it up, you probably hate those “god damn millennial wrestlers” who does flips, focus more on fighting than wrestling, and show off in the ring. So in other words, you don’t like me. That’s fine. That’s cool. But the feeling is mutual.
 
I don’t like 386 lb behemoths who think they can use raw power to get their way. Some of us are not born to be that big, in fact, it’s a gift, a blessing to naturally have the world fear you. But guys like me, we have to work for it. I gotta come up with plans and execute it like an art form, and I’m talking about respect. Adelmar, I know people are impressed with you, but quite frankly, I’m not. Just because you choose to come out announced in stones, and because you big and athletic, it would be stupid to believe that makes you on my level when I’ve faced bigger giants. I’ve faced those that preach the old style and practice it. I’ve done this before, can you blame me for getting sick and tired of being fed the same crap over and over throughout my career? Guy like you, Han, and probably the next guy they have me face, they don’t interest. There is no, what’s the right term that I’m looking for…. Spirit.
 
That’s right, spirit. The very essence of life and livelihood for which you do not possess. While you focus on making the body bleed, I focus on making the soul bleed, and that essentially is what makes guys like me the future of this industry. My work tells a story, where your so-called revival of your style is already dead in the water before it began. Who is going to follow you, when it’s people saying my name, whether it’s praises or booes, no one is going to know who is Adelmar Sauer is. Maybe you think that by beating me, people will notice you and think I’m going to put on a few pounds, grow a few inches, and learn a bunch of moves where the only thing you really can do when it doesn’t work is to do it again and hit harder like some kind of barbarian. No, Adelmar. What I do… is art. It’s a craft. Much like that of a chef, it is my job to raise expectation and give them a unique and satisfying experience.  But even so, what can I even do with a bland colorless slab of meat such as yourself when there are bigger and more rich cuts out there for me to work with?
 
But take it as a good thing, Adelmar. After all, I having nothing to want to do with you means a lot of things too. For example, I do not hate you enough to care. I’m not mad at you. If I was, it would be a different story, one that is worthy for me to tell. But I wouldn’t push that button, because as of this moment, I’m making sure whoever I pick to punish, can satisfy my anger, but as each day past, it’s almost like even the smallest thing can trigger me, and I wouldn’t envy that son of a bitch that happens to be in my warpath.
 
(Moongoose McQueen snaps a chopstick and digs into the meat he had cooking, blowing on it before placing it in his mouth. He puts down the chopstick and takes a sip from his tea. He wipes his mouth with a hankerchef and tosses it on top of the grill, before standing up and flipping the table over, spilling the food and burning charcoal all over the floor. He takes out his wallet and begins to toss money on the floor as a crowd stares. He snaps his finger as members of the Shin-SEKAI from the next booth over rises up and rushes to his side.)
 
Needs more salt.
 
(Moongoose signals for his gang to leave. A waiter tries to get involved, only for Moongoose to shove him to the side. Customers look on in shock and awe as Shin-SEKAI makes their leave)

 
 
 
 
Donny Dragon and James Anderson are standing over a table in the war room, their shit eating grins obnoxious but deserved.
 
James: Oh, what’s that? What the fuck is that? Are Ground Zero everywhere?
 
Donny: No, surely not? We can’t possibly be EVERYWHERE! That would be absurd!
 
James: Well, let’s do a quick checklist, shall we? Kingdom?
 
Donny: Uhh, Nate’s there, so are we. Check!
 
James: Odyssey?
 
Donny: Lieta! Check!
 
James: Olympus?
 
Donny: No, no, we’re not on Olympus…wait. That tag match that we broke up the other day…that was at an Olympus show, right?
 
James: Check! God damn it, we really are everywhere, huh? I mean, we’ve got the tag titles to go after, Nate’s got the Spartan’s, and Lieta could tear Nikita LaShae’s head off without thinking twice! Ground Zero are about to be DRAPED in gold, baby! DRAAAAAPED!!
 
Donny: What a marvellous reality it is that we inhabit, James. I mean, I couldn’t think of a better person to do it with than you. Dollhouse? Wild Boys? What kind of a world do we live in where the tag division’s represented by Princess Peach, Rosalina, and the Mario Brothers? I mean, has the whole damn world gone crazy?
 
James: It’s a tragedy, my friend, a real tragedy.
 
Donny: Speaking of which, you see who my opponent is this week?
 
James: Well, you DID just pin the current Spartan Champion, so I’d imagine it’s a pretty big match. You got a title shot?
 
Donny: Nope!
 
James: Aria Adjacent?
 
Donny: Nope!
 
James: Jeff Ecks?
 
Donny: Nope!
 
James: Keelan Chechik?
 
Donny: NOPE!
 
James: Then who the hell is it?
 
Donny: Drumroll please.
 
James: Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…………..
 
Donny: ALEX SCOTT!
 
James: Alex WHAT?!
 
Donny: I know! The CAW himself! The man, the myth, the legendary answer to a question that nobody has asked, will ask, or will even write down. Alex Scott, a man whose first victory came at the expense of Kevin Maverick, whose LAST loss was at the hands of Layne Kurobane. And as we all know, wrestling math cannot be argued with. I beat Layne, who beat Kevin, who lost to Alex, so I’m better then Ale- wait, uhh, no, that doesn’t check out. Look, it’s needless info, ignore it. Alex Scott is a man who is more than just a boring name, he’s uhh, I hear he’s a good cook!
 
James: Where did you hear that?
 
Donny: I didn’t but I don’t wanna hurt the kid’s feelings. I’m gonna be so busy hurting his body that his feelings will be all he has left. Look, we know his track record, this is the third time I’m sharing the ring with the man and I’ve said so much about him that I’m running out. He got his ass beat by me and Hans in that tag match, and he’s the sucker who got pinned at Keys to the Kingdom. You know how hard it is to get pinned in a match like that? It’s a one in six chance! He was the one dude crappy enough that he ended up eating shit and losing, he ruined it for all of us! Keys to the Kingdom was mine, Alex! But you’re such a turd blossom that you lost before I could win! Everybody but Jeff hates you, right now. We all looked on in horror when we realised that the longevity of the match rested on the shoulders of the kid who would be crap. Hell, if you’d never been in there…
 
James: How DID he get into that match in the first place? He was on like a million-match losing streak.
 
Donny: Maybe his dad works in catering or something. I did notice a rather large dip in the food quality after I started ragging on this dude. Anyway, point is that had you never been in there and got your ass kicked, Jeff wouldn’t have had the path to easy victory. You were a gift-wrapped conduit to the Keys, you little bastard. And somehow, someway, you’re still stinking up the joint with your presence. I mean, do you honestly, really, in your heart of fucking hearts, believe that you…YOU will be the first person in OWA to pin or submit Donny freaking Dragon? The man who made Scotty Adams tap and embarrass that Aussie abortion to the point he hasn’t shown his face here since? The man who pinned Layne Kurobane and now has a more valid claim to the Spartan Title than the champ himself? The man who just made headlines by showing up on an Olympus-branded supershow to spread the good word of Ground Zero? You’re not even a speed bump on the road to Final Destination, Alex, you’re a bit of roadkill that is just gonna get progressively more hideous as cars continue to run over it. Look! There’s your little roadkill brain, flying off into the distance as it’s crushed under the wheels of a semi! Look at it go! Hooray! God damn it, Alex, when are you gonna take the hint that you don’t belong here? What is it even that you do? You talk about how much you deserve to be here, how hard you’ve worked. Christ! We all deserve to be here, we were signed to contracts! We didn’t just walk into the arena one day and get booked on the card. We all worked hard, this is wrestling! Surely, anybody who’s gone through basic training at a school knows that working hard is a prerequisite for doing this for a living? Are you…James, I don’t think I should say this.
 
James: Why not?
 
Donny leans over and whispers to James.
 
Donny: Is…is it politically incorrect to make fun of people with special needs? I think Alex might be…retard-ted.
 
James: I mean, it wouldn’t be very NICE, I can assure you of that.
 
Donny leans away.
 
Donny: Alex, look, I know that mommy and daddy always told you that you were special as a kid. But umm, they didn’t mean it in the usual way. Like, you were never particularly brilliant at anything, never had the chance of excelling. You see, there’s these things called chromosomes, and when a child is born with an extra one-
 
James: AND THAT’S ALL WE HAVE TIME FOR, FOLKS!
 
Donny: Damn, time to work out already? Time to harden our glutes? Chisel our rock-hard abs some more? But I was just starting to get into my groove making fun of the window licke-
 

What Mongoose McQueen did after our match was pathetic. This guy is a veteran in this business and yet he can’t accepted a lose to An Olympic Gold Medalist? What a pussy. I’m not holding a grudge but would my opponent this week do the same to me? That’s right, I’m talking about you, Aria Jaxon.

I mean you’re a veteran just like him and I wish so bad that you can accepted a lose to An Olympic Gold Medalist. Yes, I’m confident to go into our match Aria. I mean you’ve proven your name here and elsewhere. You won The Clash of Titan match which was really great. Yes, men or women makes no different to me and you’re a household name, Aria. If I can beat you this week, it’ll be a great for me. Hell, I might be the one who challenges you or Scott Oasis next for The OWA World Championship.    

You have to understand, this match really means a lot to me. I’ve proven myself at Amateur Wrestling and it’s the best time for me to do the same in professional wrestling. You’re not an ordinary eye candy, you’re also one of the toughest bitches that this business has ever seen. You’ve beaten the best and the rest but I’m certainly going to bring my A-Game to the ring. Are the odds against me? Yes, I can say that, but make no mistake, Aria, I’m going to beat you.  
  
I don’t underestimated you by any means. You sacrificed  yourself for all these years and it was worth it. You have numerous accomplishment and accolades under your reign and you have a chance to win The OWA World Championship if you beat Scott Oasis At Final Destination. I wish you the best of luck and I don’t hate the idea of you as The OWA World Champion. You’re one of the best talents in this company and I have countless respect to you.  

Without a shadow of doubt, I’m going to learn something from you in our upcoming match. I mean look at you, you're a natural athlete. But tell you what? I’m always ready to face off against anyone and everyone. Be it an upcoming rookie or a veteran like you. No offence, but I do think it’s a good idea to face you in the ring. Apart from learning something from you, it will be a good idea to try my hardest to beat you. Just like you said, I’m trying to make my name for myself in this company and one of the best ways to do so is beating an established name just like yourself. I mean, it will be hard for me to do so. You are the type who’s always looking something for yourself. But every time I face off against someone like you, I know I can accomplish something for myself. My purpose here is to be on the top just like you are. I believe there was a time when you were in a similar situation like me, Aria. I know you’re looking for a momentum going forward to Final Destination. Especially you’re going to face an Olympic Gold Medalist. I believe you want to win so bad. Therefore, I believe you can understand what I’m feeling right now. I’m going to beat you and if I have to break your ankle which would cost your match at Final Destination, I will certainly do it. 

This could be considering as crossing the lines but you see Aria, every time people said I’m crossing the line, I don’t stop. I never stop. When people say I’m crossing the line, I just go even further. Everytime people say I take things too far, I’ll take my actions even further. I’m crossing the line in order to make a name for myself. I don’t hate you at all, but your makeup will be messed up when you’re going up against The Olympic Gold Medalist. I’m pretty sure this is your first time you’re going to meet an Olympic athlete like me. I know what I’m capable off and I know you’ll find it difficult to beat me.  

In the end, I don’t hate you. I’m paying my respect to you by giving everything I have. I want to see you beating Oasis if it’s go as possible. It’s just unfortunate that I have to win in your expense. It’s nothing personal. In-fact, I’m thinking highly of you. I’ve stated my reason already. If one strategy doesn’t work for me, I will always have something under my sleeves. I know what I’m capable off, including beating you right in the middle of the ring. I don’t know if you take this as an offended thought and I honestly don’t care. In the end it’s just going to be hell on earth for you, Aria. It’s nothing personal, it’s just business. I would love to shake your hand before and after the match over if you don’t do what McQueen did. I have no problem if you beat me, Aria, you’re an established name after all. But no one wants to be the second best and I’m going to be the best by beating you.  

Oh, it’s real! It's damn real!

‘A match between two local competitors just came to an end. As both Zik Mahoney and Big Luke were recuperating, “Game of Thrones-Main Title Theme” by Ramin Djawadi begins in a unique Lyre rendition. 


“The Real Alpha” Udy walks out slowly and kneels down to one knee.  He lets out a howl and stands up. 
The theme picks up pace as Tabla and Flute is added to the mix…


Udy slowly walks out in his street clothes (a jacket and a khaki trouser).  He eyes a still sitting Zik at ring side and taunts him.  He climbs into the ring and heads quickly to the diagonal Turn Buckle and climbs it. 


Udy puts one feet on the top TB and starts playing the crowd while removing his jacket.


He climbs down and throws the jacket outside and quickly turns around and runs.


Udy hits the “De Förbannelsen” on Big Luke who was just standing in awe, destroying him and bursting him open.  Luke rolls out of the ring slowly.


The Demon Wolf then stands up nonchalantly and asks for a microphone.’
 
 
“Reggie Boy! I am sure you were called Reggie boy before and I bet your pompous ass didn’t like it.” ,  Udy smirks.


“You see Reggie, you may be ‘The Reginald Dampshaw the third’ in your own little world but let me give you a little cocktail of truth.  From 1858 to 1947, for 100 years your countrymen looted my country, India. The wealth that your rotten family boasts is not yours pal.  Just like your accomplishments are just as fake as the crab cakes made of fish.  Your kind always looks for validation via wealth and you use snobbishness to make yourself feel elevated above all.  But the reality is Reggie, you like an embodiment of every Brit out there, you are just looking for recognition.  Boy, you don’t even have a name.  You are just living off the name and vile accomplishments of your forefathers.  You are so pathetic that your pathetic family cringed at you and didn’t bother naming you.  Instead they wished and oh how they wished, you would turn out to be all right. By giving you the family name, they wanted to right the wrong but you just made what was already rotten shit even worse”, The Udy scoffs and smiles.


“You turned out just like history would have it my boy.  You turned out to be as much a perfect conniving cowardly bastard as your rotten ass blood would let you be.  But you came up short of pleasing and making your daddy proud!  Didn’t you?”, a smirk plays across The Real Alpha’s face and he plays the crowd again.

The camera zooms in at Udy’s face.


“Tell me Reggie, did your daddy hit you with his royal cane? Did he spit venom at you for being such a weasel?  Did he curse you and kick you out and asked you to prove yourself? Is that the reason Reggie why you cracked? Under the immense pressure to be successful when in truth, you were bred to be an useless good for nothing piece of horse shit?”, Udy laughs and spreads his arms and falls to his knees.

“You are a black sheep that was born in a country full of parasites Reggie! You and your kind always suck the blood out of the world just like your presence sucks the life and energy out of a place. Your pomp of calling yourself the King, albeit a cracked one, actually forebodes your fate.  Come this Kingdom, your false kingship will be over as I crack your skull in.  Your pomp will drain out as your rotten blood pours out.  However, I will give the devil his due man.  You are ruthless and sometimes do bring on a fight but ask your ancestors about 1947.  You were kicked out of a place you don’t belong.  And soon I will obliterate your short and stupid legacy from annals of OWA just like we did in ‘47 when your countrymen ran away with their tails between their legs!  History will repeat itself on the holy ground we call the OWA ring.”, The Demon Wolf rises to his feet again.


“Reggie boy, the truth is you are nothing but a parasitic sheep.  You are living oxymoron man.  So, enjoy your meager success at OWA till it lasts because come next week, you will be seating on your ass licking your wounds as “The Real Alpha”, as “The Demon Wolf”, as Udy begins his journey.”,  Udy smirks and plays the crowd again.


“The world will witness the end of the false King and will usher in the era of “The Real Alpha”.  So Reginald Dampshaw The Third,  The Demon Wolf asks you ‘Are you ready for the end?’”,  Udy smiles with slightly manic expression before dropping the mike.
 
 
GoT Theme song hits.


He climbs out of the ring talking trash with the crowd who are divided in their cheers and boos. 


As he nears the entrance, Udy turns around and spreads his arms wide and points the ring and mouths the words “every alpha will be replaced” before leaving.

And so I traveled all the way to the Gates of Hell....and returned with nothing to show for it. Moral victories mean nothing to me. I gave Azumi Goto everything that I could have mustered, yet somehow the "Ace" had fate intervene on my behalf. One split second of pain that I couldn't withstand, one buckled knee saved her from Galactica and the end of her championship reign. It is what it is, I suppose. 

I did, however, expose what I know and what Erica knew: all the talk of her hiding this "Beast" of hers, her true nature, was a farce. 

Final Destination is a destination I had no road map to...until it was revealed that I would be wrestling Rochelle for entry into a match that could soothe some of the aches and pains that I feel right now. There is nothing more that I would want than another opportunity to face Azumi or that disgusting human being she will be wrestling at Final Destination. And I will have it. I don't know you Rochelle, not the slightest little bit. All I know is that you are standing in the way of something I have been working towards my entire wrestling life: a World Championship. 

I don't care about how much the fans love you. I don't care how much you love being in OWA. I don't care what little momentum you generated by winning your match on the Preshow of the same show where I pushed the Women's World Champion to her limits. To me, you are just an ant on the sidewalk that I have to step on to make my way towards another opportunity to show the world what I can do. 

A lot of you think my moment in the sun is over now that Pluto's Gate has come and gone. You are wrong, dead wrong.

I'll show you all just how wrong by destroying this so-called wrestler and then cutting down whoever I have to so I can take what belongs to me: The OWA Women's World Championship.