[The scene opens to Isaac’s upscale office in New York. The camera pans to all of his representatives sitting at a table, with one key chair empty. Well, would you look at that, the head of the table isn’t occupied by the SoCal Stallion. Where is he? What’s he up to? Hell, who knows. Even the reps have been left in the dark when it comes to their boss’ whereabouts. Without Isaac, there is no work for them. Like the U.S. government.]

Rep 1: So I finally tried that gumbo at Uncle Clay’s restaurant last night. And I must say, I now understand all the hoopla over it. It was mighty tasty. A little spicy though. 

Rep 2: Oh no, I can’t handle spicy food. It gives me bad gas and nosebleeds. Yeah, it's a whole ordeal. Hey, was it even gluten-free? 

Rep 3: Shut up, Darrell! 

[The reps are about to get into a heated exchange until they see Isaac coming out of the elevator. Their jaws drop because they thought they saw the last of him. Now, usually, Isaac dresses to impress. Always in the nicest of suits, but not today. He’s a mess. Looks like he’s given up on life. He’s wearing a bathrobe with a dirty wife beater underneath it. He’s wearing dirty pajama pants and is barefoot. His hair is greasy. Probably hasn’t showered in over a week. You can smell the BO through your screen. That and the alcohol on his breath. Isaac gets up onto the table and just lays down. Like he’s on a couch, ready to talk to his therapist.]

Rep 2: Isaac, it’s uh - it’s nice to see you. So like - where have you been? We tried calling you, but you never answered ... not like that’s out of the ordinary, but we were worried about you! 

Isaac: Everything - everything hurts. Owwww. 

Rep 3: Bad hangover huh? 

Isaac: No. I’ve been too depressed to drown my sorrows in liquor. Or wait - Did I? Did I drink? I don’t know anymore! Look, the problem is my heart. It’s been shattered into a billion pieces. No, a zillion. A zillion lil pieces. And let me tell you, there isn’t enough Elmer’s glue in this world to help piece it back together. It hurts, guys, it hurts so bad - the void. Owwwwie. 

Rep 3: Oh no, what happened?

Isaac: Let’s just say, I lost someone close to me. 

Rep 4: I’m so sorry, Isaac. Was it your dad? Your mom? Brother? 

Isaac: Worse. It was Scotty Adams. 

Rep 4: ...what?

[All the reps look at Isaac confused. And you can’t blame them. Why would Isaac care about Scotty? After all, Isaac is the reason why he’s currently suspended. The reps look at each other, trying to figure out what they should say next, but they are drawing a blank. Isaac sits up, looking like he’s about to give a half-drunk rant.]

Isaac: Wrestling ... professional ... professional wrestling - IS A LIE! A SHAM! YEAH! A SHAM I TELL YOU! And you know what? I...

[The representatives look on, waiting for Isaac to elaborate on his thought, but nothing. There is an awkward pause as Isaac tries to snap out of it. He looks like he’s about to take a nap with his bloodshot eyes wide open. But after a few more seconds, he gets back on track.]

Isaac: They want you to believe that wrestling is all about wins and championships, maaaaan. You know? All of that good stuff to help cement your legacy? Yeah? Well, it’s all bogus! And I see that now. I’m woke. But I wasn’t always “woke.” Before I was made aware - I thought it was indeed about the accolades and the fame. But that was back when I was on the outside looking in. And now I’m in the inside looking out! Is - is that a saying? Does it even make sense? No? Okay, then fuck you. Listen, when you boil it all down, wrestling, it isn’t about materialistic objects to hang on your wall or to put in your trophy case - no, that’s small picture bullshit. But when it comes to the bigger picture, let me tell you, wrestling ... is all about the relationships you create along the way. And in those relationships, you share moments. Moments that will never fade from your memory - no matter how many times you get kicked in the skull during your career, nothing will be able to snatch those dear memories from your brain. These moments I speak of, are special. They are important. They are moments that you’ll compile into a mental scrapbook and look back at twenty years from now and laugh. Like when Scotty and I would beat up Finn for example. It was hilarious! We would legit rofl afterwards. Ahhh those were the days. The good ol’ days. But unfortunately, those days are gone. Long gone. Long gone silvers. And Scotty Adams is gone, too. Gone but not forgotten. And - that just doesn’t sit well with me, ya know? Because for some odd reason, I feel like all of this is my fault. Crazy, right?! But because of all of this, I have this guilt building up inside of me because of it. Making me think I could have done more to prevent it. Something I could have done - something I could have said. He was my best friend. And Vernon, you took him away from me. Not only that, but you took him away from all these kind people who tune in to Kingdom every week! LOCK VERNON UP! THAT THIEF STOLE SCOTTY ADAMS TIME FROM US! It - it was just nice to have someone have my back, you know? Someone I could trust. Someone I didn't have to worry about having ulterior motives. Do me a favor and look back at professional wrestling history and you will quickly realize that most wrestlers, at some point, had pals to rely on. Finn had the legendary Kelly Hackenschmidt by his boney side. McAdams had that one dude. Showman was it? More like show him out the door, am I right? Let's see, who else? Oh, Aria had Aren. Then Phantom Troupe. Also had that blonde hair dude a while back. Scott had that MMA dude be his partner and when he was put on the shelf, he replaced that MMA dude with another MMA dude. Kenny has Nate. So on and so forth. But look at me. Who do I have?! WHO CAN I COUNT ON WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH HUH? WHOSE SHOULDER DO I GET TO CRY ON WHEN MY EYES SHED TEARS OF JOY WHEN I BECOME THE NEXT OWA WORLD CHAMPION? YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, NO ONE! 

Rep 3: But you got us...

Isaac: Okay? Why repeat what I just said? *sighs* You guys are just nobodies. Well, not all of you...

[Isaac scoots over to one of the reps who happens to be bald.]

Isaac: What about you, Hans? 

Rep 5: Hmmm? 

[Isaac, being a little intoxicated thinks the bald rep is his opponent for this week, Hans Olsen, who is of course also bald.]

Rep 5: I’m not Hans...

Isaac: Yeah, okay, wink wink. Undercover, I get it. Question, who has your back, Hans? Here in OWA, who has your best interest? Who can you trust? As of now, no one. But - yes, there is a but, that can be changed. That can be changed - by me. But I get it, in your heart of hearts, you don't think you need any backup because with your skill set, you believe you can take on an army on your own. After all, you’re an Olympic athlete. You’re the real deal. You can and will conquer the world on your own! At least ... that’s what you think, as of now. I thought the same thing. But your opinion will quickly flip flop after a series of bittersweet, mostly bitter, events. You may be an endurance machine, but this schedule that we have here at OWA, it’s a different beast. Unless you’re the OWA world champ of course. Then you only compete once every month, giving you an unfair advantage, but I digress. Look, Hans, I don’t know you, you don’t know me. Not on a personal level, at least. Seeing as how you tried to do some digging on yours truly. Trying to get a better understanding of your opponent, of your rival - before we clash. It’s smart. Having some familiarity with your opponent instead of going into a match blind, it’s strategic. But do you know what else is strategic? Having an upper hand. To be more specific, having strength in numbers. So tell me, who says we must be rivals? Because we are pitted against one another for one lousy week? Because that tyrant, Vernon, says so? The fact of the matter is, it doesn’t have to be this way, you know? There are other options out there. Better options, Options that are way more beneficial for you, as well as for me. I say - now hear me out, I say we should become allies, Hans. And when I propose this idea to you, this isn't some lazy attempt at some mind games because this isn't a game to me period. Just like my career isn't a game. I treat it very seriously. This is just me extending an olive branch, ok? Because I see it, Hans. I see your talent. It's undeniable. You, my friend, are going to be the next big thing. And I'm all in. I'm on the Hans Olsen hype train. Choo-motherfucking-choo! I know, you're still hesitant about this whole friends idea because I have this reputation about me. Some call me a slimy snake. Some call me a backstabber. Some, even call me BOTH! The audacity, I know! But, I am neither of those things. Especially when it comes to 2019 Isaac Thornton. The new and improved Isaac Thornton, at that! So, if you do say yes, which you don't have to decide on now because I want to give you some time to think about this exclusive offer, but if you do say yes,  just know, it will be an equal partnership. So you can rest easy knowing that this dynamic duo wouldn't just be about me, Nor will I use you as a meat shield or sacrifice you for some selfish purpose down the line. Hans, look at me! This is all about us reaching our potential together and solidifying ourselves as the cornerstones of this very company. Winning many championships along the way. Becoming hall of fame talent, all that good stuff. But if you say no, which I will fully understand by the way, then so be it, Hans. It's just - I would hate to see your professional wrestling career come to an end before it even truly began. Oh well. I know you will make the right choice!

[Isaac gets off the table and tries to recollect himself. He heads to the elevator. The camera gets a close up on his stoic face as the elevator doors shut close. The end.]

Man, this is a big time opportunity to say the least. Magall and I have a shot at bringing the OWA Openweight Tag Team Championships home to the Phantom Troupe tomorrow. And although the Phantom Troupe is not what it once was, John Doe has disappeared, Stark has been erased, and Aria Jaxon has quietly split off to doing her own thing...under the watchful eyes of Andre Virgo we shall still not only survive, but THRIVE! I mean...he IS a champion here in OWA. Scratch that...he is THE CHAMPION HERE IN THE OMEGA WRESTLING ALLIANCE! Andre Virgo just exudes what it means to be a champion. The way he carries himself whether it’s his body language, his facial expressions, his manner of speech, all of it just screams champion, and you know what else it screams? Leader and Role Model! That’s something I want to become. Now I do not agree with Bad News Bart’s intentions as far as the OWA Openweight Tag Team Championships are concerned or how he wants to treat Koji Soo-Don and Hunter Goodwin aka Heart and Seoul. BUT I also cannot rightfully look at a top of the line opportunity like this and turn it down. Winning these championships alongside Magall the Magnanimous!? The prospect of it sounds far too promising to allow to slip through my fingertips. I entered this business to make a difference. To become the absolute best at it. I have grinded my ass off and sacrificed for years without a single person every recognizing me or even knowing my name just to make it this far. And I absolutely REFUSE to let all of that hard work be thrown away as soon as I start getting some chances. The bitter defeat at the hands of Gareth Cason from Revelations still stings. I still feel the scars from that one, and likely will for a long time. My first ever Pay-Per-View matchup ends with me losing in the most embarrassing fashion possible. You only get one shot to make a first impression, and unfortunately I believe mine just casted me as the man to always bet against. But you know what that’s fine! I perform at my peak when all the cards are stacked against me and victory seems the least likely to ever show itself to me! Now talking about both Hunter Goodwin and Koji Soo-Don, I understand and respect them. I probably get them mentally more than most people in this company, which will both be a blessing and a curse heading into this matchup. I know exactly how they’ll be thinking and the way they will try to take us on throughout this matchup, however they also know the exact same as far as I am concerned. And Magall? They already have experience with him, so needless to say we are more than likely on complete even ground as far as knowledge and experience against each other could be concerned. And as much as I respect they’re style and passion for being the OWA Openweight Tag Team Championships and their love of the industry as a whole….I REFUSE to submit to these guys and just go away! 

Magall and I MUST secure victory on Olympus! If for nothing else...so that everyone knows that the Phantom Troupe is absolutely serious about remaining a superpower within the Omega Wrestling Alliance! It’s like Magall said, he and I have an opportunity to make the OWA Openweight Tag Team Championships shine brighter than they ever have and take them to new heights. Whether we actually achieve that or not remains to be seen, even if we win the belts themselves, being top tier champions afterwards isn’t a guarantee from the start. But it is something that I will NOT give up on at this point! Then there’s Bull Connors and The Dollhouse. Bull Connors is an imposing force, Magall and I should know that. When I saw Bull and Magall clash at Revelations, I could not believe anyone could push Magall as far as Bull did from a strength aspect. Bull is just one of the most impressive performers I have ever seen in my time...but that doesn’t mean I will be blinded by his talent and let him run me over on his way to the OWA Openweight Tag Team Championships! Because Bull, if there’s one thing you SHOULD learn about Nolan Eliwood, between now and The Clash of the Titans...it is no matter how much pain I endure...I will always climb back up to my feet and fight on as long as blood flows through my veins! And of course that rings true for the Dollhouse as well. You’re dangerous and extremely crafty. You’ll easily take advantage of the numbers game at any opportunity. Magall very much enjoys your style and I could easily understand why. DiVa, you’re a natural as you came in and immediately earned yourself an opportunity at being the Women’s World Champion and “Sweet” Roxy? Well you are no stranger to gold yourself as you won that title in mere weeks of being here and reigned on impressively for months. The business is in both of your blood and you make no secret of that, and why would you? I certainly would not if I were related to the people that the both of you are related to. But Nolan Eliwood has no understanding of what the word quit means. I never back down from a challenge no matter how dangerous or how threatening it may be. And maybe I’m just a stubborn kid for that who has no real semblance of intelligence then? Perhaps...but you know what? The best of the best have put on their absolute greatest displays of skill using pure adrenaline and nothing but guts! The absolute iron will and determination to stay standing and fight on until you achieve what you’ve sought after and fought for so much! On Olympus, I do the exact same thing when Magall and I take the OWA Openweight Tag Team Championships home for the Phantom Troupe AND successfully defend them against any and all challengers at The Clash of the Titans on February 3rd!

Azumi Goto.

The woman who defeated me to become the second ever Queen of The Ring. Looks like we meet again and just like last time, only one thing will be the same. I will have the same fight and fire within me, if not even more, this time around. Except, the outcome will be completely different. I will not be walking out without a victory this time. I have more to prove now than I have ever had to prove before. This will be no easy task, but I will try my hardest, just as I do every time I go out there. I will never stop fighting to earn chances that I want or feel I deserve. I will keep fighting and proving why I am worthy of still being here and still walking out of every single match with my head held high.

You have done a tremendous job holding onto that title you have now. That much I can commend you for, but you have not faced the new Savannah Sunshine. The one full of such fire and ferocity. The one who has more to prove now than ever before. The one who has grown tired of allowing everyone to walk all over her. The one who will no longer allow everyone to kick her down when she feels she is on top of the world. No, no more pretending that I am this weak, pathetic fool. Just like I did last week, when I embarrassed Aphrodite, I will do the same thing this week. I will prove that I am a force to be reckoned with. I will prove that I still have all the fight in me that I have had before, if not more than that. I will go out there with my head held high and I will not allow my imaginary crown to slip. Not anymore.

For too long, I have allowed opportunities to slip right through the cracks of my fingers. I have allowed people to push me around. I have allowed people to get wins over me because my head has not been on the same way. But, no more of that. It's time to stop playing these childish games and really light a fire within. I really need to focus and regroup, so that's exactly what I did. I reached deep down inside and reminded myself who I really am. I reminded myself why I keep fighting. I reminded myself why I have to keep fighting until I'm the one holding some kind of gold. Until I'm the one that's really at the top of the food chain. Until I am the one that everyone wants to face because she has something that they want. Even then, I'll still keep fighting. I'll keep fighting until I take my final breath. I'll keep fighting until I can't fight anymore because that's the kind of person I am.

Azumi, you are someone that I have had in my head for awhile now. Since losing my title to you, it's what my major downfall has been. Something that has entered my head more times often than not. But, I did not allow it to consume me. I did not allow myself to be hellbent on revenge just because someone one upped me and took a challenge and beat it. But, this time? This time, I will be no easy challenge. I will not allow myself to be the one walking away with another loss. I simply cannot allow that. So, with all due respect, I'm going to send you straight on a ride on Candyland Express in the most painful way possible. I am not going to walk away from this until I have my hand raised in victory. Plain and simple as that. So, bring your best and I will do the same in return.

There were many times throughout my life where I thought some things were never going to happen. Back in Senior High School, I never thought my peformances back then would led me to this very moment in my life. I chose Freestyle Wrestling as an Extracurricular activity only because The Students had to choose one. I was a trouble kid when I was in Junior High so I thought I’d choose a fighting sport. I got into fights a lot, so why not chose Freestyle Wrestling? It was the only Fighting Sport or Martial-Art that was available on my School, so it was a no-brainer.

Then I was always chosen by The Coaches to represent my School in Swedish High School Freestle Wrestling Competition for 3 years straight before I graduated. I was, am, and will always be a competitive person and I think that’s why I always finished on the top 3 which I saw myself as a Champion in my final Senior High School year. 

I was wondering on the next chapter of life, but it was obviously either getting a job or continuing my education into a University until an Oregan State University Talent Scout approached me to study there. They even offered me a Scholarship because of my accomplishment in High School as a Freestyle Wrestle. I accepted the offered and I went to America, particularly, Corvellis, Oregon.

NCAA Divion I Wrestling Championship was a lot tougher than a High School Wrestling competition. I tried my best and I tried all I could with everything I had in my power. I was closed enough to be an All-American in my Freshman year but in the end of the day I failed to be one. I was finished at 9th place. It was very close. I worked harder in my Sophomore year and I ended up in the 4th place. I was glad to be considered as an All-American but I was very pissed for not ending up in the top 3 place. I trained myself like a madman in my Junior and Senior years and it was all paid off as I became a Two Times NCAA College Wrestling Champion and became the first ever foreigner to be able to do so. Yes, I was satistified with my accomplishment.

I was able to finish my study in 4 years and my Head Coach asked me if I wanted to stay for another year to be an Assistant Coach. I said “why not?” Oregon State University gave me a chance to make a name for myself not just in Collegiate Wrestling History, but also for my own life as well, so I thought I should help them with creating new talents, something I love to do even now on occassions. 

I didn’t realize that I felt in love with America so much after spending my time there for 5 years. Sports, Music, Movies, Foods, Cities, The People, you name it all. I love everything about America so I decided to be a part of it. My decision lead me to get a letter from USOC. They asked me to take a part in an Olympic trial. I was picked to represent America in my Weight Division.

I had a hard time during The Olympics. I faced a lot of tough wrestlers from other countries and I suffered a severe neck injury, fracturing two of my cervical vertebrae, herniating two dics, and pulling four muscles in the proccess. But somehow, someway, I made it to the final. What made it even worse was I had to face againts a Swedish wrestler in The Olympic Final match which was held in Swedish as well. It was very emotional to me. As much as I love America, Sweden is where I’m from. I was really upset. I had a good reason to back down from this match as I was burned out physically and mentality but I realized Swedish is my past and America is my present and my future. So I decided to compete in the final and brought my best. I won The Olympic Gold Medal which Swedish people weren’t happy about it and gave me a “You Suck” chant. I understand why they did it and I had to accept it. It was really a hard time.

I returned to Oregon State University as an Assistant Coach once again after The Olympic until I became The Head Coach for a few years. Some of the students asked me if I wanted to take my chances in Professional Wrestling but I wanted to stay at Oregon to help them and Oregon State University......until I heard about OWA.

I spent my time weekend watching OWA for a few months and I was impressed with their products. So I decided to call them, asking for a try-out and here I am now. I’m a part of Kingdom now.

I’m going to make my Professional debut againts Isaac Thornton. I never knew who he was until I watched OWA on weekly basis but he’s apparently a former Actor. Both Isaac and I came from a different background. Sure, I’m an Olympic Gold Medalist but Professional and Amateur Wrestling is a different sport. Isaac himself wasn’t an athelete, but his time as a Stuntman really helped him a lot to hang with some of the best in the ring. I got to say, I love watching him wrestle and it won’t be easy to beat him. Isaac is destined to make a name for himself. He has a bright future in this company. He’s definitely the first non-Amateur wrestler I will face in the ring. His High-Flying style is unique and he’ll definitely give me hard time, but I don’t want to lose to him as this is my professional wrestling debut.

He apparently blames Proffesional Wrestlers for taking roles that should have been his according to him and I have to disagree with it. Look Isaac, nothing personal, but it doesn’t make a sense as Professional Wrestling and Movies are two different arts. That’s what America is all about. We are creative. Maybe it was all on you for not getting the roles you wanted, not the professional wrestlers. Ironically enough, you are a good professional wrestler but you have a bad personality as a wrestler and that’s a shame.

Not only that, it seems you like to cheat so much. You like to cheat a lot to win matches and that’s not what we The Americans should do. We should give our all and do what we can with our own power. Whether we win or lose, people from the entire World will recognize us as hard-workers. So Isaac, please don’t cheat on our match. I want you to give your all with your own skill. I want you to give the audiences your sweat and tear. You’ll be proud of your own self too if you beat an Olympic Gold Medalist in a fair manner but then again, I’m going to work hard to beat you this Sunday myself. Whether you like it or not, I won’t give you a room to pull-out any funny tricks on me. You might want to do that if you want, but I’m going to snap your ankle and forcing you to give up in the proccess because I don’t like cheaters in general.

I won’t let you to run away from me either because again, I don’t want to win via a Disqualification or a count-out. I want to beat you with my own hands. This match really means everything to me and I want you to work with me. I hope you are willing to give your all because it will spell disaster if you aren’t going to act as a Professional Wrestler.

Oh It’s True, It’s Damn True!

“ONNNEEEEE…. TWOOOOOOOO….. THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

The room is pitch black but an audio could be heard from a distance.

“Here’s your winner…. AND THE NEW OWA TELEVISION CHAMPION…. MILLLTIAAADESSS!!!!!!”

The sound echoed in what appeared to be an empty room. The camera moves around and finally some light can be seen emitted out from a mobile phone, being reflected onto Sabertooth. Chris has taken the loss pretty hard, isolating himself from his friends and family. 

“MILTIADES HAS DONE IT!” as the clip continued on. Sabertooth has had enough of it as he switches off his phone. The room is pitch black once again, with only footsteps been heard around. Sabertooth finally switches on the lights illuminating the surroundings, on what appears to be an unknown setting.

“I remember…. I remember saying that I would hold on to that title forever. Christopher Sabertooth had FINALLY ascended to the top. He had FINALLY returned to his former glory. He was FINALLY a Champion. But…. Not anymore. I lost. I could go on and make excuses for why I don’t hold that gold anymore but I don’t have anything to say. Miltiades…. He was just the better man. I told him to prove me wrong… I told him that he could never win the ‘big one’. And he did. I won’t lie, this is not a good feeling. I feel like I have disappointed myself.” Said Sabertooth as he lets out a sigh.

“I have two options… I can sit on my ass and think about things that could have been differently. Or train harder than I ever have to get back to where I was and even higher. Usually, opportunities like these don’t come around that quickly. But I am lucky… Clash of the Titans. I don’t know what Bob Taylor has in mind and frankly, I don’t care. I am putting my name out there.. I want in! I want to reach to the top yet again and prove it to everybody that it wasn’t a fluke. My title reign isn’t doing my any justice but trust me… This isn’t the last time I will reach the pinnacle of this business. This is just the end of the first chapter in my story… Clash of the Titans… That’s Chapter Two. They say that you need to learn from your mistakes… And until last week, I hadn’t made a whole lot of them. So, I am going to hold on to this feeling… And I will use this feeling to avenge my loss when the time comes. But for now… An important chapter in the history of OWA and my career here is about take place. 30 People…. One winner, who stands tall through insurmountable odds. And I am going to do everything in my power to be that person.” Said Chris with a lot of determination.

“And in journey back to the top starts next week when I face a formidable opponent in Tarah Nova. Before I continue to talk about that, I need to address something. You might be wondering on why I am at this empty house, all by myself?  This house holds a lot of meaning to me. Whenever, I feel disappointed in myself… Whenever I feel like I have failed on what I had started out to be… I come here to remind myself why I am doing all of this in the first place. With my first big paycheck from NAW, back in the day, I bought this house. This is the house O’Shea grew up in. This is the house where we sat down watching wrestling tapes all night seeing some of the greatest to ever lace their boots. This the house where we dreamed together of being just like them, someday. O’Shea may have left us… But his dreams… MY DREAMS… Still live on. And whenever I come here, I am reminded of that dream. I am reminded that I should never give up. O’Shea didn’t give up on me till his last breath, and the least I can do for him is to not give up on myself. The Hollywood parties…. The lavish lifestyle… That’s all great! Trust me, I enjoy every bit of it. But… I cannot forget where I came from. I cannot forget the people that helped me to get to the level I am now. Even if it’s a tough pill to swallow, I am taking this loss as a reminder that anything can happen in this business. One night, you’re at the top of the world, and at the other, you lose everything. One moment can make or break your career and I am going to make the most of the hand I have been played.” Said Chris as he looks around the room. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. Slowing opening his eyes, he continues.

“Which brings me to Tarah Nova… I know, I haven’t had the best of things to say about Tarah over the past few months. She had been gone dealing with her own thing for the last couple of months but…. I can’t believe I am saying this, Olympus did miss Tarah Nova. Her persistence and never say die attitude is what made me hate her in the first place. But that hatred has slowly transformed into respect. Though, I won’t apologize for what I have said in the past, I will certainly say that I was wrong about her. Her match at Revelations certainly speaks volumes for what she is capable of and I would be foolish to take her lightly , despite the size difference. Trust me, I have made that same mistake once before and I am not going to repeat it.  And before I get called out by my peers for a change in attitude, I will let you, nothing has changed. Despite Miltiades getting the better of me in that exchange, the match couldn’t have been any closer. And as for my abilities, I am not a less of a wrestler because of that one loss. Sure, I don’t have the title to back my claims like I did prior to this. But, a champion may lose his title, but will never lose his value. Like I said before, this is a new chapter in my journey that I look forward to. And Tarah Nova is the first obstacle in my path to greatness.” Said Chris as he has a faint smirk on his face. His expression changes from determination to that of confidence as he continues to speak.

“As Miltiades correctly brought to my notice that transitivity doesn’t really work in the world of wrestling. It doesn’t matter that you tried to take the TV title away from Gareth but couldn’t… It doesn’t matter that you lost to Gareth last week. I won’t be petty by bringing that up again. But, it goes without saying that this match won’t be easy for either of us. Your resiliency and pain tolerance are going to be a problem that I will have to work my way around. But worry not, I will be doing my homework. Tarah, your homecoming match may not have turned out the way you wanted it to be… But, I can promise you that you will enjoy our match. While people expect me to the dawn the face paint once again now that my back is against the wall… They don’t realize that I don’t need to be Havoc anymore. I believed that my wrestling ability was enough to put me above any other talent this company has to offer. But after last week, I am not too sure if my abilities alone can guarantee me the victory. Especially against somebody like Tarah. I need to go above and beyond my limits every single time I step in that ring. I guess, I am running out of options. I have cashed in plenty of easy paychecks in my short time here…. But, it’s time I  take things to the next level to guarantee walking out with my hands raised in victory. As corny as it sounds, this is a beginning of a new chapter. My resolve has only been strengthened by the loss. I can’t give up on my dreams… I can’t give up!” Exclaimed Chris. He stands up and walks closer to the camera.

“Tarah Nova…. Give me the best that you have got. I am ready for you. And I WILL beat you. Because I am Christopher Sabertooth… I am the Alpha and the Omega. And I WILL wreak Havoc.” Said Chris as he walks away from the frame before the screen fades to black.

 
 
My life’s been such a whirlwind as of late. I’m sure everyone will agree. I started as set dressing in Wolvesden and now I’m on the path to greatness. In three weeks, I’m shooting my shot and winning the Clash. You never forget the first, and when I follow it up with a world title win, the odyssey of Natalie Cage will finally arrive. But there’s time between now and then, and time is a valuable commodity. I’ve made a lot of enemies in my time here, that much is true. And while I’ve since smoothed things over with the likes of TyAnna and Dulce, some things never stop haunting you. I’m not standing across the ring from Eris this week, as much as I’d love to be. Instead, I find her latest opponent in my cross hairs.
 
Pandora Barrett. The Misfit Queen.
 
You’ve caught my eye, Pandora, truly. In your first week here, you defeated Savannah Sunshine. That’s a hell of a feather to have in your cap. That’s the inaugural Queen of the Ring. That’s the most naturally likeable woman in all of OWA. The people adore her, no matter how many setbacks she suffers. I believe that there is nothing that could quell the love they have for that woman. And what did you do? Week one, you walked in and kicked the door down. You pinned her shoulders to the mat. One. Two. Three. No shenanigans, no bullshit. I was very fucking impressed. It’s about time Odyssey got its first shot in the arm since…well, since me. And I know you know who I am. I’m the woman who didn’t take no for an answer. I’m the woman who took a look at where her life was and decided to make a change. I’m the woman who headlined Odyssey XV over two title matches, with nothing but my pride on the line. I’m Natalie fucking Cage. I’m the woman who is the odds-on favourite to leave Final Destination as the OWA Women’s World Champion. The trajectory that my career is on cannot be altered. Not by Eris and not by you.
 
Listen up, Pandora, I like you. And that isn’t something you should shrug off. I’m the sort of person whose good side you want to be on. If you wanna know what happens to the people I don’t like, why don’t you take a look at what I did to Roni De Vil a few weeks ago? I exact a level of punishment on my enemies that some would call excessive. Me? I call it necessary. If we wanna erase the evils of this world then we have to jump on over to the dark side with them, wouldn’t you agree? That’s why you lost to Eris. Not because you lack skill, but because you never took yourself to that place where the monsters lurk. Eris is a sick, twisted force of nature. The only woman I’ve met that gives me pause and makes me feel something approximate to what one might call…fear. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of anybody, but Eris? Sometimes I question if even I’m crazy enough to go to where her head resides. So, she beat you. You fought hard and I won’t take that away from you, but now you know the nature of this beast. I will give you some sound advice when it comes to Eris: stay out of my business. Eris is my demon to exorcise, the part of my past that I must address. She’s back and has decided that I am the target. But that’s fine, because I’m willing to play with fire. If I get burned, it’s just another battle scar to add to my collection.
 
Which brings me to you, Miss Barrett. Of course, we’ve already met. I’ve heard what the people are saying. “What did Natalie Cage’s interaction with Pandora Barrett on Odyssey mean?” “Is Natalie Cage playing mind games with the young upstart?” Fuck that. They don’t know what they’re talking about. Bloggers and so-called journalists trying to earn some extra clicks by instigating some sort of beef between us. I know that you’re smarter than that, Pandora. You can see through their lies. I didn’t shake your hand because I wanted to get inside your head. Ask ANY woman on this roster and they will tell you that if I were trying to get inside your head, you’d know about it. If there’s one thing I’m not, it’s subtle. When I want to break someone, I do it to their face. I’m unapologetic. I will beat them, berate them, and leave them a tearful mess as they question every life choice they’ve made up until that point. Did I make you feel uncomfortable? Thought not. I said what I said, it was as plain as day. I welcomed you into my house. I saw that you came in here with no friends or allies, a lone wolf looking to make her mark. I can’t relate. I came here as a part of a pack, a pack that I quickly realised didn’t have my best interests at heart. So I broke away and ascended, became something more.
 
With this newfound fame and adoration comes a whole new set of responsibilities, though. I can’t just randomly attack anyone and everyone anymore like the old days. I can’t make an enemy out of everyone I see in the hopes that somebody will pay attention. Those try-hard days are behind me, Natalie Cage is born anew. I look at the field of talent here and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed. I like TyAnna, I really do. But realistically, how much longer can she hold onto that title? If she gets past Azumi at the Clash, she’s only gonna have me waiting for her next. Her reign is living on borrowed time, the next rightful heir needs to step up. And sure, Azumi’s a great wrestler, but she’s been around for years, as you and I both know. If she ever captures that title, it won’t be a long reign, it’ll be symbolic, more than anything. No, no, something else needs to happen. Someone with the balls to evolve this division has to break away from the pack. I need to complete the journey that everyone’s watched me take and throttle glory until it thrusts itself upon me.
 
That’s why I shook your hand, Pandora. You’re a part of the future I’m building, you factor heavily into my plans. But now is not the time. I know you understand. Right now, you’re an obstacle. Somebody I’ve got to put in the rear view so I can focus on eliminating Eris both from the Clash and from my life. I’ll take no pleasure in adding you to my resume, do not think I want to beat you out of malice. It’s just the spirit of competition, is all. You’re a smart girl, you get it. When I shook your hand, I told you to let me know when you’re ready for the big time, but you are not ready. Give it some time and I can see you being something special. I hear Dulce Torres is running low on opponents, I reckon you could give her a run for her money. As of right now, I’m what everyone’s talking about and I simply cannot afford a loss at this juncture. I’d look like nothing more than words. I can’t have people doubting me, not now. Not at the most crucial point in my career. This is bigger then You vs. Me. This is bigger than any singular match. We’re talking legacies, Pandora, we’re talking about forging a path that many others will follow. And after I take my place on the throne, I’ll decide when you’re ready. You’ll be near the top of the list of challengers that I want. Because if there’s one way to measure the size of the fight in a dog, it’s to force them to fight when they’re at their most hungry. Unfortunately, for you, I’m the hungriest dog in the yard right now. The ovations from the crowd are great but they’re not gold. Even though I’ve backed up every word I’ve said here, some women still don’t take me seriously. They think I’m joking when I say the Clash is as good as mine. And I know the old trope of everybody promising victory. Thing is that I’m not promising, I’m guaranteeing. And if I can’t follow through on a guarantee, what kind of a woman would I be? I’m not a liar, Pandora, believe me.
 
Ever heard of Adrian Mole? They were great little books, I read them as a kid. The main character lived in a fantasy world and was head over heels in love with a girl called Pandora. Ian Dury wrote a lovely song for the TV series, ‘I’m Profoundly in Love with Pandora,’ I suppose the question is…are the people in love with Pandora? I don’t know. Their love seems to shift from person to person a lot of the time, will it stick with you? You wanna win their hearts and minds? It starts with me. That’s right. This match will be the first step in who you will be here. The loss I’ll hand you won’t define you, no. What will define you is whether you bring it to me. Whether you make me hurt. Make me feel something. Prove to me that seeing potential in you was not a fool’s errand on my part. That’s what I want from you, Pandora. Can you promise me that? Promise me that when all the lights are shining down on us, and that when you’re staring into the face of your future, you won’t blink.
 
I look forward to helping you find out just who exactly you are.
 

(Seated in a room, Maggall is interviewed, led by Hugh Jass, and as backup Brandon Maxwell.)
 
Hugh: Hello Mr. Maggall, this a whole new era of Olympus, and for this interview we are hoping to have no antics in order to have a proper introduction to the lesser known member of the Phantom Troupe that has caused quite a buzz in the industry. Now my research has led to me to figure out more details of you as a wrestler trained in one of the most talked about new wrestling schools, the Wrestling Grotto, a place that is given credit by many to have been developed the tools to turn Jaydayne Pendragon from a nameless wanderer in our sport to a world champion in our now defunct partner company of SSW. This man beat Finnegan Wakefield on our turf, nobody beats Finn! Funds from Jaywalkerinc, a trainer like Jack Miles, you known as Big Ben the gargantuan rookie they had big hopes in, how could you waste such opportunity? To get kicked out for multiple infractions and now tagging along with a bad crowd like the Phantom Troupe?
 
Maggall: I am magnanimous but serving in an environment that couldn’t understand my vision, I saw no benefit. In the Phantom Troupe I found purpose, for this industry was not in need of just another good wrestler that does things by the book, but rather it was in need of a good haunting to scare all the crooked riffraff straight. In need of a force untouchable and well versed with the darker elements of the world to make sure stains on the business disappear.
 
Hugh: But why?? OWA is a booming fresh company, what we do is respectable—
 
Maggall: Respectable?
 
Hugh: Are you saying you have thoughts on the contrary?
 
Maggall exasperated: Just a week ago we witnessed a man in an OWA World Championship match main event, Jon McAdams, show up before a replica of the title and literally he took a stinking dump on it, can anyone deny that the evidence for this company deserving damnation is unequivocal?
 
Hugh: One man’s action doesn’t speak for the entire company. At the very least, after your setback at Revelations, you should be able to see this company has greats you wouldn’t expect from your frame of mine.
 
Maggall: Leading up to Revelations, I saw it as my purpose to avenge Stark, trusting in him even despite his crippin game to be a sign of how little dedication he had, because holy phantom knows, I too like fucking around from time to time. However, you have to know when to get your head in the game. Once realization of who Stark was and how it was another example of OWA’s upper echelon being crowded with scum kicked in, I wasn’t able to dig in deep to get the job done.
 
Brandon: Now hold on, I like you kid, but that’s starting to sound like some quick excuse to explain your loss.
 
(Maggall growls and Hugh, frightened, jumps and quickly takes back control)
 
Hugh: Uh uh--! Now now partner, please let me handle this, I just need you here to prove impartiality due to my relations with CM Nas and his adversarial relationship with the Phantom Troupe while I interview this gentleman.
 
Maggall: No, he’s here because you were too nervous to get the job done by yourself. Just like you weren’t able to get hired here under your own merits, you and apparently half the OWA Olympus staff needed to be hired through your relationship with Nas making demands, now he has multiple cronies running around hyping him up. Another eyesore proving the faults behind how his place is ran.
 
Hugh: But what about Nolan! He was signed the same way!
 
Maggall: As a trainee. So he could run around the performance center and have Nas be given credit for bringing him there, but never out in the public outshining him.


Hugh: Don’t you have anything good to say about the company? Bart at least gave you a fair shot at the championships after beating one half of Heart and Seoul!
 
Maggall: Am I meant to pretend the motive behind this is for my benefit? In my debut here I beat the TV champion right in the middle of the ring when he was too cowardly to put the belt on the line, and since then they’ve been giving any random newcomer and return star under the known sun championship matches for no apparent reason. Bart’s a business man, he needed people to elevate the Tag Team Championship, and we’re the ones with the best excuse to have a match for him because I dominated Hunter! Make no mistake, they just want men with caliber to be the Tag Team Champions!
 
Hugh: Hey! Heart and Seoul have been intending to get that title spotlight ever since they won it!
 
Maggall: Everyone has intentions to do things, only greats have the capability of doing them. You might as well be telling me about a wheelchair bound sixty-year-old who has spent their life dreaming of winning a running 60 yard dash. You might as well tell me about the Dollhouse intending to measure up with a brickhouse like me!
 
Hugh: But what about mutual interests, meshing of two individuals who can understand each other to their very core! You and Nolan don’t come off like you were made born to be partners like Heart and Seoul are!
 
Maggall: Why would you say that? …..Oh. Is that how you look at Nolan and I? The big black guy and average on the smaller side white kid?
 
Hugh: N-
 
Brandon: Oh don’t back out now, that’s for sure what he meant! We caught you Hugh!
 
Maggall: Nolan and I physically, and for all appearances, aren’t very much alike, but we are more than meets the eye. We’re two guys with something to prove, the ones in Phantom Troupe not from SSW, and two guys who know what’s like to not be satisfied with our training and the “wills” of those who claimed to have our best interests in mind, we had the vision to not stick to the mold people had made out for us!
 
Brandon: You know what big guy, let’s cut right to it. You don’t need us, tell the people what you got to say!
 
(Brandon making his leave takes the mic away from Hugh and gives it to Maggall before dragging Hugh out with him.)
 
I’ll say it twice for good measure, Nolan and I, we’re being used to raise the stock of the Tag Team Championship!
 
But I’ll graciously do this good deed, and so will my partner. For good men know the reward for a life well lived, a fruitful harvest comes to those that are giving and kind to those in need!
 
Magnanimity and Justice, Maggall and Nolan! We shall allow ourselves to be used, because it gives us opportunity to take advantage and use right back! The short sighted, the sinful, they have overlooked this division for far too long, but visionaries like Nolan and I realize that we can make our name right here in OWA by taking the championship to the spotlight with us! That’s what it means to be a champion! Fools spend their entire careers coveting for the most beloved gold outside their reach, they yearn for the brass ring that they were promised could make them into stars, not seeing that making championships prestigious through your actions is what makes you into a true legend! Nolan and I, we’ll do what Heart and Seoul never could, with those belts we’ll carry ourselves like men that people worldwide can respect and hold as the standard for what being stars in this business should all be about. Heroes of Olympus, our valor and strength will go down as well known as figures of legend like Jason and Hercules! Oh, they don’t cheer for us now, just as the people hated many civil rights heroes of the past in their time and ones being made today. Just as the criminals hate that there are cops on the beat, and the vile hate the concept of good people existing in the world. However, the future shall vindicate us just like it has many greats who came to the masses before they were ready for the harsh change to come.
 
Heart and Seoul, I can’t doubt that you two exemplify what your name does indicate, you just happen to lack the brains, skill, and power to make use of it. It’s not like Nolan and I don’t understand you, we know what it’s like to want to have fun, we’re all a bunch of guys who spent a little too much time focused on TV and heroes in tales we read. But like a great professor said “there’s a time and place for everything”, and the fact of the matter is you two just don’t kick it into gear like Nolan and I do when it is time to get serious. But you aren’t bad people. Yes, one could say to hold that championship down like an iron chained ball at the bottom of the ocean was sinful of you when you knew you were injured and just didn’t have what it took to give what that title deserved, but I know your pointless desires were pure. I’m not sure if Nolan is able to forgive, but I have found it in myself to be the bigger man and not hate you. For as it is written in the scriptures, the holy father did not hate, and neither shall the holy phantom. It is clear as written, man has always looked for their all powerful to not be hateful, but rather for him to deliver down wrath with passion and necessity as I will upon you. Last time we faced Hunter, it was fun times, a story of manga and manhwa, a man impressing a girl in need of love by beating an embellished 88 time champion and you doing whatever the hell you do, and yet I still went out there to give you a beating so brutal that they refused to televise it in many peaceful countries and people still search online for the rare unedited video of violence. What do you think will happen now that there’s so much on the line? Where the turning of the tides on this division hangs on the balance, and change will only come with you paying for your inadequacies? Openweight or Bloodline, with you two as champions, people don’t even know what the tag team championship is called. I’ll go with Bloodline despite what’s on the marquee, because OWA advertisers are as incompetent as this roster is immoral, as their constant inability to spell my name showcases. Once OWA staff are forced to look upon the OWA Tag Team Championship for the first time in months to rip your names off of them, they’ll also learn how to spell my name when there forced to carve it into the nameplate of my title. The people might scream, just as anyone would if denied their sweets, ha a big guy like me would know right? But their sadness will be for a good healthy cause, as you become martyrs you’ll finally be able have a part into turning the tag team championship into what you always wanted. Do not curse your own weakness, for as it was once said, when everyone is super no is. The joke you’ve made of this division will illuminate the gravitas we’ve brought to it as champions.
 
Our great leader, brother André, said the Junior Heavyweight Championship is the only championship of value here, because it belongs to the Troupe! Come Olympus, we shall bring the Tag Team Championship into the fold!
 
(Maggall puts down the mic and the camera goes to black.)

(Scene shows from the distance, in the background  Moongoose McQueen sleeping at his throne in their club house while Bane is playing Moongoose’s theme song on the piano.  Entering the scene, Revy , Cameron, and Consuela appear before the camera)
 
Hey, Revy here. Manager for the Shin-SEKAI. Moongoose over there taking a nap after he has been training all day for this match. And by training, I mean practicing cool poses in front of a mirror. But that’s not the point. I am here to speak on his behalf, after all, we aren’t simply there to follow and do everything he needs. Rather, the boys and I have a task as well. You see, I can understand when people look at us, and see that Moongoose is the leader, after all, every action we have taken has been under the commands of him. But it’s not just that. We are not mere foot soldiers following a leader. We are but the extension of Moongoose in which if you insult him, you insult all of us and vise versa. You all saw last week what happened when Scott Oasis laid his hands on Bane. He had the audacity to slap him across the face for no reason, and what did he do? He stood up for him, and pow, right in the nards. Not once, but Twice, after all, that is the McQueen creed. If someone asks us of anything, we pay them back in double.
 
And you see, this is why I am here. You see these boys? Consuelo and Cameron. You might not remember them, but they use to be sweet, they use to be adorable. They use to the little scamps that ran around entertaining everyone with their antics and winning the hearts of people. But ever since Moongoose left them in my care, I have  turned them into something better. I won’t lie. I failed with Savannah Sunshine. I didn’t bring that girl up properly, but I am one to learn quickly from my mistakes. And now, these boys here, they ain’t boys, no more, they are men. Ruthless, wild, reckless, destructive men, and you are probably wondering, what is the point?
 
Well, as I said before, we are not Moongoose’s underlings. He and I, are partners. You think I would agree to work with him if I was anything less, but no, he came to me and ask me to help him. To rebuild him. To discipline him. To help kill any essence of the goose that was once there. And you know what? I did just that. I put a bullet in that head, and he being the stubborn son of a bitch he is, he has risen and is able to focus on being what he is meant to be. This, in particular is directed at Reggie.
 
First of all, who the hell you think you are ,you pasty ass son of a whore! It’s one thing to insult my brother, but for you to come for Aria’s neck. Bitch, I oughta shoot you 9 times and name you 50 pound sterling, and maybe, just maybe you’ll be lucky enough to survive to write your big hit, “Gold Wigger.” Like, wow, the arrogance from this man. To refuse to work with Aria Jaxon, bitch you ain’t special. You ain’t even Reginald Dempshaw the First. See, being first is what makes him real special, and you ain’t even the second. My god, someone do something about this. This man claiming to be the Whopper, but he’s just a whopper Jr. … jr. This man, whose man, here, best put a leash on him, because he best not worry about what we are gonna do to Aria, but what we are going to do to him, but fret not, Reggie. There was a point that I was making earlier. You see, the key difference between the Moongoose you faced in the past and the Moongoose you will face now is that, I am a factor. For you see, I have trained that man to awaken his ruthlessness and aggression. Because where I as a wrestler lack in talent and skill, I make up for just that. Ruthless Agression, and I can’t wait for the world to see what I can offer through Moongoose, Bane, and the boys here.
 
Shin-SEKAI isn’t just a reboot of Moongoose McQueen. Nah, it’s a reboot of the entire McQueen family, and when one of use goes estray, you can bet we are gonna bring them back by any means necessary, and if you think I’m going to settle for you beating him again, well, you are mistaken. Maybe, maybe I should be minding my own business. After all, I am a woman, a woman with a bad temper, dual Sword Cutlass pistols, two boys eager for any kind of action, and a monster, and guess who is calling all the damn shots. This bitch. That’s who. Just because you grew up during the great depression or whatever, this is 2019. If got something to say about women and putting them in their place, bitch, I’m going to Donald Trump your ass and deport your ass back to the UK in a casket. We run the world now, and there is not a damn thing you can do about it, so you best shut your scone hole and get ready to be served the L.
 
And Hai, Aria. Oh my god. It has been too long. I’ve missed you. I mean, that other place hasn’t been the same without ya. Like yeah, you went out by being attacked by those thots, but you and I both know the real reason why you left, and I left for the same reason. 3 clues for those that don’t know. 1, he’s a dick. 2, his name starts with CM. and 3, it’s not Nas.  But it’s so great to see you. I think the last time we were in the ring together,  you were all like, “WHAT’S IN THE BOX?!!” and I almost blew everyone up. Good times, good times. Anyway, I gotta say, I was hoping to see you again real soon, and possibly face you again when military grade weapons become legal in wrestling again. Fingers cross. Anyway, I’m sorry. Sorry for Moongoose and sorry that you got stuck with that man. I mean, if there is anything that I hate, it’s pussies. Scratch that, I love pussy now, married now, by the way, sorry you didn’t get the invite. Kind of last minute. BUT  I mean the metaphorical pussy. I hate him, but don’t worry. We gotchu, We gonna pound that pussy and make him regret what he said. But anyway, lets catch up sometimes, dish, talk, get wasted. Oops, running out of time. Better wrap this up.
 
And Oasis….. don’t be a bitch and fuck up like you did at Civil War. If you acting out the way you do, even that whore Teanna Trump gonna curve ya.

McAdams walks into a room where a photo of Finnegan Wakefiled and a replica copy of the Omega World Champion. sits over a large read line with the words "dead" written between it. McAdams pulls his pants down and shits on the photo and the title belt.

"Fuck the title."

McAdams pulls his pants up and walks out of the room.

"I need to start bringing toilet paper to these things."

I don't have much to say this week because I don't really know much about my opponent.

She's from the new batch of women and men who came in. But, I'm sure I'll get to know her quite a bit in the ring. The thing about facing someone you've never met before is they are unpredictable. I don't know her style nor does she know mine. But, I know enough to know she believes me to be weak just as everyone else does. Last week, I struggled to pick up the win... again. But, inevitably? I will get back on the right path and that starts here and now. No more waiting and no more looking back on my failures.

It's about time Savannah Sunshine started playing by her own rules and doing what she has to do to survive. I might have to start showing a meaner side in the ring now, I might have to drop my new friend on her head and let her learn the hard way not to underestimate me. But, the fact of the matter is that I failed. I can admit and own up to my own failures and transgressions. But, what I refuse to do is allow someone who just got here to belittle me. I will not allow this woman to walk in here and think she's going to use me as some kind of rag doll or doormat. I'm not going to allow her to sit here and trash talk me as if I am the weakest link.

Anyone who knows me knows that I will fight until my last dying breath. Much like last week, this week will be the same. Except the outcome will remain different and I will be the one with my hand raised high into the air. So, go ahead and sell me out. Second guess me and pretend as if you know me at all, Pandora darling. This is only going to make it even more fun for me when you're staring up at the lights and the crowd is cheering for me over and over again while my hand is raised in victory. I hate to be the one you take your debut loss to, but that's just how this is going to have to go.

See you soon, sweet pea.

Uwah, How boring? Once again, another year has passed, and nothing truly extraordinary has happened. My only regret, not ditching the Goose persona earlier for all of this. It’s fine. Everybody makes mistakes . You just need to make an effort to not make the same mistake again. And for that, Reginald, a name that I will finally recognize, I can assure you, I will make the extra effort. No, just because you beaten me before, that doesn’t always mean you will beat me again, That’s a fool’s way of thinking. That’s how you get hustled, played, and eventually  trapped. It’s a vicious cycle. One day, I’ll beat you, then you start to question everything before, and next thing you know, you’ll learn from your mistakes, and you’ll do your best to beat me, and should that day come, I’ll just need to return the favor in spade. Perhaps we are doomed to just face each other. Perhaps you are doom to follow where I go to attempt to make a name for yourself. But it would just seem that each time you beat me, and each time you get an opportunity, you come so “close.”  Is beating me filling that little  ego a little too much? Is your arrogance writing checks your body can’t cash? Perhaps it is somehow my fault that you just can’t seem to capitalize when it really matters. Perhaps you don’t want to admit that you fell for a hype, believing that you beat me, you can beat anyone.
Granted, this all sound more like a humbling tirade that I accepted that the past year or so, I wasn’t who I wanted to be. I wasn’t the man, the fighter, the enigma that I proclaimed to be. Rather, I was catering to the ideals of what people define as a hero. A person that would smile in the utter face of defeat and failure, and push forward. A symbol for facing adversity and living a rich and fulfilling life through recklessness and joy. But I was wrong. I was selfish. What I was doing for the fans, did not justify the repercussion I’ve placed on the business. I spent so much time focusing on letting OWA define who I was, when it always should had been Moongoose McQueen defines OWA. OWA has failed me, but I can assure you, on behalf of Shin-SEKAI, I will not fail it.


So Reginald, I suppose the big question is, what’s different about you? How has 2018 changed you? Do you felt you have learned anything since our last encounter? Do you still believe yourself to be the taker of souls? Yeah, it’s ok, it would be extremely tasteless of me to make fun of the mentally disabled, but whatever  helps you believe that you have the power to actually destroy anything. If that was the case, I’d imagine after beating me two times, by now, I’d be gone, but what’s this? The soul is still going strong. The will remains unbroken, and this body eager for a real fight. I mean, I don’t know for sure if Layne Kurobane is as dead or broken in the inside as you claim he is, but, just from experience of  actually wrestling you, and I do recall you sucker punching me in the back of the head with a brass knuckle, but I felt just fine and dandy. Maybe, Reginald, perhaps, you aren’t as much as a Grinch as you claim to be? Perhaps you aren’t as mad and volatile as you want to be? Maybe, just maybe, your heart isn’t as black as the abyss? Maybe you truly don’t have it in you to go too far like you believe you do. Perhaps Reginald is just like every damn bloody Englishman in history, always starting off strong, but unable to finish the war on their own? What are you going to do me next time? You gonna tickle me to submission? You’re going gently tap me in the back of the head again? Or perhaps you will curtsy and let lady Aria go first at me, like the classy bloke that you are? You know, Reginald. I think behind all the cheating, the angry tirades, the animal abuse, and the sexist comments, you aren’t as bad a guy as you think you are. After all, a real bad guy would had probably actually gone through every damn means to beat Layne Kurobane to capture that title. But nah, I saw that match between you and him. It was nice of you to do a little dance before you essentially handed the man his win. And with that said, Reginald, you are far far too nice to make it in this world. Trust me, you don’t want to be that guy. You don’t want to be the guy that got sucker punched in the back of the head with a brass knuckle and wouldn’t go as far to wage war and exact revenge.
 
No, no. You know what happened to that guy? He learned. He learned zero tolerance. He learned no mercy. He learned no remorse. Ask Scott Oasis. One Slap across the face of one of my men, that warranted a beat down. And you want to know something? That was a warning. That is what should had been a humbling experience for Scott Oasis. He thought he was the strongest man in Kingdom, and out of nowhere, I brought in a monster that quickly proved him wrong. He could had been blessed with the knowledge of knowing that he was always the strongest, but that’s not how the world works. Repaying good with good and evil with evil. This is the norm of the world. I did not screw over Scott Oasis. Scott Oasis screwed Scott Oasis. And I can see you, Reginald, trying to backtrack that unfortunately pig headed comment about Aria, and refusing to tag with her. I can see you talking about you will be there to “prevent” this “imminent” beatdown of Aria Jaxon. Acting as a White Knight. Once again, a textbook move from someone that is simply too nice for this business, in case you forgot who exactly it was that use to go around calling himself such. *points to self*
 
Now, Aria Jaxon, I have nothing against you. In fact, I can say with complete honestly that most of us here in the Shin-SEKAI are huge fans of your work. The boys. Bane. And especially Revy. I can’t say my dare sister has a lot of heros, as far as I know, two come off from the top of my head, and one of them is none other than Aria Jaxon. And you know what, I can respect her decision to admire you. I can respect her opinion, seeing you as one of the  foundations of any division you partake in. In my ideal world, you would exist to inspire, to shatter glass ceilings. To help the industry evolve. What can I say? I look forward to facing you. Now, unfortunately, I can’t lie. Especially to someone that I respect, and believe me, I do respect you, but just my opinion, but… Cameron Ella Ava is the best woman wrestler ever. Now this shouldn’t affect  your accomplishment, or how talented you are. If anything, I would like to point out that despite all this “John Doe” is the leader of the Phantom Troupe, I believe you are the actual leader that group, and it’s ironic that Reginald would refuse to work with you, when I’m pretty sure that man spent most of his life obeying a queen.


I mean, I’m sure you can agree though. Cameron Ella Ava is great. She helped you become the person you are today. I’ve fought her myself. She is tough. After facing her, I know better than to underestimate any woman, and seeing you and Tarah Nova in OWA, I can understand why there are men afraid to face you. But you know the old saying. You’ve done it once, you done it all, and I can stand here, firmly believing I’ve faced one of the best woman in the business, and there is no one, not even you, can do other wise, but you bet I would love to see you try. Nah, I can assure you, despite what Reginald said. My team will not touch you. Not unless it’s warranted, but I know you aren’t as stupid as Scott Oasis. But make no mistake, this doesn’t mean I won’t go easy on you. I mean, how many opportunity does one get a chance to face Aria Jaxon?! I’m telling you. That match I had with Cameron, one of the most memorable matches I had in a long time, but deep down, I am afraid of one thing. I am terrified. That level of excitement, that thrill, I will never get from another woman again.


 I sure hope Revy isn’t blowing smokes out of her ass when she talks about you. I mean, I trust her judgment. She  has fought you first hand, and she is proud of that moment. If only Reginald and Scott Oasis weren’t involved, but it seems like Scott just needs to rearhead himself into other people’s business, and Reginald has to be placed someone after that loss. And people wonder why I want to do something about this place. But if not, even for a mere moment, I hope to get something from out of you, Aria Jaxon. I suppose the big question on your part is, what can you expect to get from Moongoose McQueen?


Well, How about everything? I will give you my all until there is nothing left. After all, anything less would be nothing but disrespect to everything you have done. No, disrespect to everything Cameron has paved the way to get done for you. If only she was here to see how far you’ve come, but don’t worry, I’ll be sure to tell her exactly how well Aria Jaxon has been doing, as well as where she has room to improve. I won’t be foolish in looking at Aria Jaxon for what she is now. I’ll look to what she can become, and if you don’t feel any man has proven worthy of a challenge yet, I’ll show you first hand this new world.


As for Scott Oasis, I suppose it’s rude of me to talk badly about my partner, after all, how can I criticize Reginald for doing so but then again, you ain’t Aria Jaxon, now are you? Let what happened last week be an experience to not get cocky or arrogant. What you went through last week was just a mere fraction of what I, no, we can do. Now don’t be a glutton and go asking for seconds. You won’t make it to ask for thirds. I suggest you move on and pretend like it never happened. After all, I’m sure OWA is desperate to fill a void that the “The Goose” left as a joke. And like I said before, you and I, we weren’t that different. It’s just a shame that some people will never learn, and while it’s my prediction that you will attempt some stupid shot are revenge against me, despite you starting it, I will give you the benefit of the doubt that you will choose wisely. After all, let’s not spoil the good thing you have going on now, a mere afterthought of my mind, and someone not worthy of neither of my attention or respect. You can get away free from my wrath, and all you gotta do is cooperate, and I’ll assure you. Shin-SEKAI won’t lay a hand on you again. Call it protection. Call it, a truce. Whatever you want. In the end, it’s pity.

 
 
So, you failed? I gave you one simple task: bring my sister back, and you got demolished. You had Roni with you, the freedom to do what you wanted, and you couldn’t even do that.
 
…
 
The silent treatment, eh? I get it, I get it. Well, you’re in for a harsh dose of reality, Diantha. Kenny’s injuries are…severe. In all honesty, we don’t know when, or even if he’ll ever be strong enough to lead Wolvesden again. And here, we do things by the chain of command. I want you to watch this.
 
 
Hear me! Hear me! Kenny Drake, our esteemed leader, has suffered a most heinous assault upon his person. His match with Tarah Nova has left him battered beyond recognition. I myself recoiled at the sight of his broken body. I’ve never seen him more vulnerable and weak. But fear not, friends! For there are safeguards in place to insure Heaven’s Den NEVER ceases operation!
 
 
These safeguards were decided upon by both myself and Kenny Drake. Just so you know this to be true, I have a statement from the man himself…
 
 
“I, Kenneth Drake, first of my name and supreme leader of Wolvesden, hereby bequeath all control of Heaven’s Den to my second-in-command, my Red Right Hand, Nate Cage.”
 
 
“I made this decision of sound body and mind, and have dictated this from my hospital bed to my sister-in-law, attorney, and executor of my estate, Miss Jacqueline Khan. Nate has helped grow Wolvesden to strengths hitherto unseen, it is time for him to take the reigns and aid us in taking over completely. The empire he shall build in my stead will stand for a thousand years. Long live the king!”
 
 
Now, I know that this will have come as a shock to a lot of you. Hell, it came as a shock to me! I thought Kenny Drake could withstand absolutely anything, but every dog has its day, as the saying goes. As of this moment, I am the acting leader of Wolvesden, what I say goes. And as my first order of business…
 
 
I want her to be chained up and sealed in the deepest bowels of this place!
 
 
You know what? Do the same to that pussy as well.
 
 
Never send a woman to do a man’s job. I believe that concludes the order of business for today, people. You all know your duties, operations will continue as normal, but now, you answer to me.
 
 
Might need to redecorate in here.
 
 
Nate! I came as quick as I could!
 
Did I ask for you, Clinton?
 
Well, no…
 
So what the fuck is the meaning of this?
 
I mean, you’re in charge now, right?
 
Well done, you’re keeping up. I’m proud of you.
 
The thing is, you’ve got a lot on your plate right now. I mean, your sister’s still out there doing crazy shit. She bodysurfed Roni off of a scaffold!
 
I know, I watched Odyssey, Clinton.
 
And then this problem with Jeff X. I just, I think you might have to delegate a few things to keep things running smoothly here…
 
Let me make something perfectly clear, Clinton, there is no “problem” with Jeff X. Everything that has happened between he and I is by my design. And as far as delegation…I see your point. I’m no longer second-in-command. I suppose you think that now that I’m running things, someone like you should have my old position?
 
Well, when you put it like that-
 
Clinton, it just isn’t in the cards mate. You’re a good soldier. Tough, loyal, but you’re not a leader. No, no, I’ve got someone in mind for being my right hand of destruction, don’t you worry. But while you’re here and willing to work, I can find some use for you. You can certainly assist me in my day-to-day duties. How about that?
 
I guess that could work, I mean…yeah! Sure! What can I do first, boss?
 
You can get me a coffee.
 
Uhh, sure.
 
Milk and two sugars, get me a biscuit as well.
 
A…biscuit?
 
Oh yeah, I forgot, Americans use stupid words. A “cookie” then. Something with enough structural integrity that it won’t disintegrate after three seconds of being dunked in my brew.
 
 
Greetings, my fellow wolves. It is your new and illustrious leader here. I trust you’re all doing well. I require you all to begin making provisions for this Sunday. In case you’ve been living under a fucking rock, it is my rematch with Jeff X on Kingdom, and it is to be contested under Righteous Rules. A little adaptation of how I’ve trained all of you. Jeff, the poor bugger, has no idea what to expect at this juncture, and I’m going to keep it that way. I want all of you to start loading up sandbags onto the jeeps, rolls of barbed wire, anything that’s not nailed down. It’s all being shipped over to Philly to play its part in the dissolution of Jeff X. That is all.
 
 
Good lad! That’s a real biscuit right there, not what you call biscuits. What are they, Clinton? What are those things you call biscuits?
 
…umm, scones?
 
Correct! They’re scones! And you DON’T put gravy on them, do you? You put clotted cream and strawberry jam on them, and you wash it down with a piping hot cup of tea! This American bollocks has got to stop now that I’m in charge. A bit of CLASS needs to be brought to the Den methinks.
 
Right…can I go now?
 
Oh no, we’re going to sit and talk, Clinty boy. Kenny not being here has left me with a serious conversation-shaped hole in my heart.
 
Okay…can I sit down?
 
You don’t need my permission to sit, Clinton, I’m not Her Majesty.
 
 
What should we talk about then, boss?
 
I think we both know. I’m not being treated the way I should. 2018 was a pretty fucking good year for me, wasn’t it? Became the first ever tag champ, got major exposure on TV, beat some pretty big names, too. Jon McAdams, the current #1 contender for the world title, beat him. Isaac Thornton, headlined Boiling Point for the world title, beat him. Aria Jaxon, undefeated in the Alphas division, fucking beat her too, didn’t I?
 
Well yeah, that can’t be disputed.
 
Exactly. All those names, all those so-called stars who are worshipped as gods and I struck them the fuck down. I beat someone else, too. Jeff fucking X. Made him tap the fuck out like the little bitch that he is. But he still thinks he’s hot shit. He still thinks that he means something. It’s pathetic. He hasn’t learned his lesson, he’s lost too many brain cells to the bottle. This is it, his last stand, the final frontier. He’s throwing caution to the wind and walking into Hell itself to take me on, it won’t be pretty.
 
Weren’t you the one who goaded him into the match though? Like, you straight up invaded the guy’s town and kidnapped his uncle just to get a match?
 
I could see how someone with your limited worldview would see it like that. No. I’m not desperate to fight Jeff again. I already did it. I know he’s weak and I know I can win.
 
So…why fight him again?
 
It’s the thrill of the fight, lad! Haven’t you learned by now? Sometimes, it’s just FUN to fucking batter somebody! To feel their blood on your aching knuckles after your fists have bounced off their skull. It makes you feel ALIVE! I’ve got fuck all to do right now because THE MAN doesn’t see that for me. THE MAN thinks scrubs like Jon McAdams and Aria Jaxon deserve main event spots. Whatever, that’s life, ain’t it? I’m not here to be an overlord, I’m here to let everyone in OWA know that they’re one second away from turning a corner and meeting my wrath. When the wolves rule, I won’t be a king like Kenny thinks, I’ll be a wild dog. I’ll chase out everybody until I’m the only one left. I’m ready for this to be the year where I break their heroes, where I end whatever fantasies or “dream matches” they had in mind for 2019. Pain, Clinton, pain is what I’m bringing for the new year. It starts with Jeff X. It starts with OWA’s monument to disappointment. In this crusade, you’re either with me…or against me.
 
You know I’m not against you, boss.
 
Good. You’d better be with me, because you’re coming, too.
 
Huh? But who’s gonna run the Den?
 
It doesn’t matter. Sunday is more important. It’s the beginning of cold, hard malice. It’s where the real quest begins. Kenny did all he could, he knows I have to take things to the next level. Once Jeff’s gone, there’s no limit to how far we can take this.
 
 
Is…is this…instant coffee?
 
I…uh-
 
Clinton, if you’re gonna be my assistant, then you’d better learn how to use a French press.