The camera opens up outside the exterior of a 1980s art-deco style movie theater. The dark night sky is offset from the large neon billboard, which has the following spelled out on it:
 

 
Lights surround movie poster frames, which each hold a poster from the past season’s OWA PPVs. The ticket window is closed and shuttered by metal blinds, but nothing else appears out of place, as there’s not even a single piece of trash on the ground. The camera continues tracking towards the entrance doors, until it enters inside the small lobby. Double Dragon and BurgerTime arcades sit along the wall next to the concession stand, which appears to be fully operational, despite the absence of any human presence. The popcorn machine is overflowing, fresh hotdogs and nachos adorn the heating plates, and a 80s-era soda dispenser sits upon the counter, looking almost pristine and new. Karma, the sentient lead pipe with a heart of evil, “sits” next to the cash register, a tiny usher “cap” sitting upon Karma’s head. No sounds are heard, but some faint laughter suddenly echoes out from inside the single-screen theater. The camera than moves inside the main theater, which appears to be nearly empty, aside from one middle-seat in the very front row, where the silhouette of a head blends in with the dark shadows.
 
The dark movie screen suddenly illuminates with the classic film countdown, revealing the dark figure in the front row to be The Banshee. The camera comes to rest right behind her chair, as she turns around with a large smile on her face, her hand holding a small popcorn bag.
 
The Banshee: Don’t you just love the movies? Sure, most of them are crap nowadays, but who can forget such classics like The Exorcist, which I’ve seen 189 times… and it keeps getting funnier every time I see it! Another fun comedic gem? How about Poltergeist? But just in case you wanted to know what’s really a knee-slapping laugh fest might I suggest the rip-roaringly hilarious SAW films? HAHAHAHA, now that’s some funny shit!
 
The Banshee then reaches inside her popcorn bag, pulling out what appears to be a handful of live wolf-spiders. Without blinking, she shoves a large mouthful of the spiders in her mouth, loudly chewing with her mouth open. Spider chunks fly out of her mouth, as green spider blood oozes down her lips and out the side of her mouth. She crunches down again, causing spider blood and juices to squirt out her mouth, nearly hitting the camera. The Banshee then lets out a large belch, before smiling at the camera again, her teeth now stained with chunks of furry spider legs and green spider blood.
 
The Banshee: No, we need to see something different… it’s got to be big, too… Fortunately for you, have I got the perfect film for you, fresh from Japan! After all, no one does kaiju films better! Who doesn’t like to see giant monsters killing each other without regard for collateral damage? Personally, I find kaiju films to hit quite close to home… because everyone recognizes that The Banshee is the one true QUEEN OF THE MONSTERS!!!
 

The camera then slowly zooms in towards the movie screen, transitioning into the screen itself. As the countdown screen goes to “2,” it cuts to black. The familiar, iconic opening notes of the classic Godzilla theme begins playing over the silence, before the screen cuts to BIANCA, showing a clip of a recent promo from her where she states that “Odyssey is Tokyo and I’m Godzilla.” This is followed by highlights from BIANCA’s Atlantis: Battle Pass match against Alyssa Grace. However, the highlights ONLY show the clips of moments when Alyssa had the upper-hand over BIANCA, including her win at the end of the match. Another promo clip shows BIANACA insulting Alyssa, claiming that she was false advertising, followed by her stating, “I’m that same thing they advertised me as. Bold, brash, self-confident, and built like a fucking kaiju.” This is followed by out-of-context “highlights” which shows BIANCA eating various moves from several of her past OWT opponents, The Banshee’s laughter getting louder with each passing second. Suddenly, the music and laughter stops, as the trailer goes to a black screen. Red-colored words then slowly appear on the screen, showing the following sentence:
 
 
This message is followed by various clips of The Banshee’s highlights and accomplishments over the past year, including her performance at the 2021 Clash of the Titans, her Final Destination 3 victory over Azumi Goto, and her recent Odyssey win over Diantha Rosso. Finally, the screen shows the title of the “film” from the trailer:
 
 
 
As soon as the trailer ends, the camera begins panning back out into the theater… only this time, the theater looks very rundown and in disrepair. The walls are covered with cracks and peeling paint, spider-webs cover the ceiling and populate every visible nook and cranny. Many chairs are missing, and many more are broken, either missing armrests, the backing, or the cushions. However, The Banshee still sits in the same seat as before, seemingly unaffected by the drastic change in the environment. The camera swings around to face The Banshee, who is nonchalantly eating more wolf-spiders from the popcorn bag. She then tosses the bag over her shoulder, leaning in towards the camera as it zooms in on her face.
 
The Banshee: This match SHOULD represent the opportunity to advance in the Athena’s Cup tournament, something I did LAST YEAR when I slapped around the current number one contender, Stephanie “Cloudy with a Big Chance of Failure” Matsuda… oh by the way Matsuda, you silly stupid bitch, don’t think that The Banshee missed what you said during Game Over week about me… oh sure, you can blame your lack of focus in our past bouts on your opponents hurting your “wittle” feelings, but the simple fact remains this: You’ve lost to me TWICE now! And you have the audacity to call yourself a Queen? HA! You not a monarch, you’re a fucking moran! 
 
Karma: (voice coming from off-screen and distant, as if yelling out from a different room) Yeah, you dumb Sailor Jupiter looking motherfucker! Respect the real queen, fucking fake-ass Brooklyn trash!
 
The Banshee: Now on to more… well, I nearly said “important matters,” but when looking at the brash and bold BINACA… yes, I said “Binaca,” because that’s all this OWT bitch really is, right… the supposed “breath of fresh air” that Odyssey needed… The Banshee is all that Odyssey needs, but Odyssey definitely doesn’t deserve The Banshee… So you fancy yourself being some sort of “kaiju,” coming over to destroy Odyssey… no, my bad, you stated that “Odyssey is Tokyo,” and that you’re “Godzilla”… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
 
Karma: (voice is still distant but audible) HA! Get her! Lying bitch says she Godzilla, but shit, she so damn weak that she makes Jet Jaguar look badass by comparison! Godzilla be made by Toho, but BIANCA is just a “dumb hoe!”
 
The Banshee: How much pot did you smoke before you said that on live television? First off, you claim to be from Tokyo… hmmm, I didn’t realize that “HENDERSON” was a Japanese name! You wanna know a more famous “Henderson?” Florence. Yeah, it’s unlikely you heard of her, so let me educate you, “monster-to-monster,” on who she was: Carol. Fucking. Brady. That’s right bitch, you share the same last name with the actress who played the frumpy little housewife in the WHITEST sitcom ever produced! How is anyone supposed to fear someone that can remind people of The Brady Bunch? That’s a rhetorical question, because the simple answer is that MISS HENDERSON does not strike fear into anyone, much less the only real “kaiju” destructive enough to bring any city on the planet TO ITS FUCKING KNEES!
 
Karma: (distantly) Yeah, a position that skank-ass trick knows all too well!
 
The Banshee: MISS HENDERSON, you seem to think that your success in the OWT should mean something to anyone unfortunate enough to be within earshot of you boasting about your career… Pathetic… You’re probably too stupid to realize this, but everyone with a working frontal lobe knows that the OWT is like that old-ass show ER in many ways: no one ever bothers tuning in, yet it somehow avoids cancelation. So if you want to revel in any kind of moral victory for that, well there you go... And how interesting is it that this match is taking place inside the Spectrum Center, because you, MISS HENDERSON, are clearly ON THE SPECTRUM, if you somehow believe that you stand a chance of challenging ODYSSEY'S GREATEST THREAT! You think you're gonna make a name for yourself by cashing in on mine? It didn't work with Alyssa, and she's clearly not as dangerous now as I've become over the last several months.... MISS HENDERSON, you're so pathetic, that the only way you will ever "blow up" in this industry to follow your REAL calling... as an inflatable sex doll! 

Karma: (distantly) That bitch may already be a sex doll, cause she be full of hot air!

The Banshee: So MISS HENDERSON, you claimed against Alyssa that you just as advertised: "Bold, brash, self-confident, and built like a fucking kaiju." HA! Are you really serious right now? You further on went to state that Alyssa was simply "false advertising," but it wasn't you that went back through those curtains the victor, so who's really the snake-oil saleswoman here? And built like a kaiju? Bitch, you're like 5 foot 7! I stand two inches taller than you, stupid wannabe kaiju cunt! You need to recognize that Godzilla, Monster Zero, Mothra, Rodan, Gamera... it doesn't matter who you reference, because hell, even KING KONG AIN'T GOT SHIT ON ME!

At that moment, the camera retreats at breakneck speed as The Banshee laughs manically, stopping right outside the movie theater, where the exterior matches the interior, all run-down and decrepit. However, the concession stand with Karma appears relatively the same as before, eerily enough. The feed then cuts to black.

"WHAT IN THE BLUEBERRY MUFFIN HOLY FUCK KEVIN!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

(The loud and screaming angry words from "The Fem Phenom" Nakita DuBov can be heard from behind that of a closed door as the scene opens. The door opens to inside of a locker room where we see Nakita standing and pacing back and forth and shouting, still visibly upset after her elimination from the Openweight Championship number one contender battle royal on Game Over Battle Pass at the hands of Skylar Arceneaux in the final four competitors from the event were set before we saw the crowning of new number one contender Rebecca Filth. The 4'11 Kevin LeBrock can only sit by quietly while his client vents wearing one of his custom made three pieced suits and holding his cane in his hand.)

Nakita DuBov: "I had Skylar eliminated from the match Kevin, and she was saved by advocate when she had landed on top of you. That lucky fucking bitch! And then she was able to come back and eliminate me. Do you not understand that because of you, I could had been number one contender for the OWA Openweight Championship and finally would have gotten my hands on that thief Liz Karlson and taken her title. I could had eliminated Rebecca Filth. I know I could had. What the hell Kevin?"

(Nakita's advocate, calmly lets out a dejected sigh as he stands up to his feet. He walks up to DuBov, reaches into the upper inside pocket from his fancy coat, pulls out a piece of paper, and hands it to the six foot four, one-hundred and eighty pound amazon green-eyed devil who looks at the paper as it stops her dead in her tracks from her rage filled rant and looks back at LeBrock with a "what the..." type of look on her face.)

Nakita: "What the fuck is this?"

LeBrock: "That Nakita, is the bill to my very expensive, but very good, dry cleaner. He is very good, very reliable, and Skylar dirtied that suit whenever she landed on me and causing a very accidental, but very auspicious touch of serendipity that nobody could had ever foreseen. Not you, not me, not Rebecca Filth, and certainly not Skylar Arceneaux. In this business where regardless of physical ability, or mental aptitude, or intestinal fortitude, there is always going to be a certain degree of an uncommon x-factor that nobody can take into consideration and that is the series of events where lady luck decides to pearl and string things along. In other words, Skylar got very lucky. She knows, I know it, and now you know it. And now that puts a huge asterix on the entire Openweight title scene, but I plan on taking this very expensive dry cleaning bill and shoving it so far up Skylar's ass because I am not going to just throw away that much money for no reason. She is going to pay for what she did, to me, and for you. Count on it Nakita."

Nakita: "Well, that should cost Skylar a small fortune."

(Kevin and Nakita pause as they look at each other in stunned silenced and shock wondering who will be the first to break it before both unload in a genuine and spontaneous burst of laughter that breaks the tension and anger in the room, after a few moments they managed to hold their bellies as they recompose themselves and carry on.)

LeBrock: "I...have...no...words."

Nakita: "I think that we needed that one. Well played Nakita."

LeBrock: "You know, normally I hate these kind of jokes, but sometimes I can't get mad at a well timed, well placed pun that breaks the tension, I should be thankful though Nakita. Even though I would had rather the rolls were reversed and it was you that landed on top of me to save yourself from being eliminated from the match. In retrospect, I feel fortunate that didn't happen."

Nakita: "Oh, how so."

LeBrock: "Given that you are six foot four, and one hundred and eighty pounds of sheer athleticism, ungodly, freakishly biologically superior in every way imaginable and Skylar is five foot one, and hundred pounds soak and wet. I think that it was better this way. Had you been the one that landed on me Nakita, I could had been seriously hurt and even though I would gladly and without the slightest of regrets, done anything for your success Nakita, lets just say that I'd rather not waste perfectly orchestrated pearled configuration from Lady Luck on an event like Battle Pass. If I'm ever was going to be injured by you, for you, it's going to be when the stakes are even higher and greater than Battle Pass. So, in retrospect, it's better this way. Trust me."

Nakita: "Alright, point taking. Not that I am in any hurry to hurt my friend and my advocate, but I see your point. Well Skylar Arceneaux, like Rebecca Filth, like Daisy Thrash, like Liz Karlson, will all get what is coming to them. This is a long list and one that needs crossing off in order for me to move on up in the OWA and the Odyssey roster as Season Four rages on in full swing, but now I focus on the debuting Serena Bennett this week on Atlantis. I have never faced someone like her, but from what I have read up on her, she seems like the very woman that I need to take down and take down on epic fashion. I don't care if I am on Atlantis, Odyssey, a pay-per-view event. I don't care if I am opening up the show, top of the mid card, or closing out the show in the main event. I am going to unleash told, unfathomable, and unmeasurable slaughter to each and every person that I set foot in the ring against. Beat me they might, respect me that's a given, forget me they will never. By the way, that's pretty damn good, get with marketing and put that on a t-shirt, that's license to print money right there."

LeBrock: "I'm already on it it."

Nakita: "So Serena Bennett, former EAW Specialist champion, Women's champion, and a constant and reliable workhorse in the business, and now she is here in the OWA. Good on her for making her way to the promised land, well I am here to make her see the hard way that this is not the EAW, this is the major leagues. This is the OWA and everything that she has achieved don't mean jack shit. She thinks that she is just going to come right in and have an awe inspiring awesome and impactful OWA at my expense? She thinks that she is going to vault herself straight to the head of the line in spectacular fashion over me? Not a fucking chance. I am going to prove to her that one saying is that 'the only sure thing is that nothing is really ever assured'. She might think that past 'Red Headed Leviathan' is all cupcakes, ice cream, and rainbow shitting unicorns, but the only thing that is waiting for her is a brick wall standing in front of her at Atlantis and her name is Nakita DuBov. She will find out the hard way that not only will she not break through me, but she will see that her dreams and aspirations will be coming down on her head. She might have a dream, but I am going to turn her dream into a nightmare that she won't be able to wake up from.  I have so many ways how I can take Serena down but frankly I only need two."

LeBrock: "Run N Gun, Run N Gun, Run N Gun!!!"

Nakita: "That's one."

LeBrock: "Nakita's picking Serena up, ARMAGEDDON IT, count it, ONE...TWO...THREE! It's all over, and the winner of this bout, Nakita DuBov!!!!!"

Nakita: "And that's two. I can hurt you in so many ways Serena but because I'm making up for a lot of lost and wasted time toiling away, on this undercard scene, I need something that will not only set my highlight reels on fire with replays from what I do to a former EAW champion such as yourself, but I need to re-write the entire narrative in the OWA going forward and I not only need to break you, but I need to break the internet. As much as I want to toy with you and methodically pick you apart systematically and break your spirit as well as your body. I need for this match to be as academic and as quickly as possibly. So this match needs to go by the numbers. One, a Run and Gun blasting your one hundred and sixty five pound Compton ass right out of your Nikes. Two, an Armageddon It, that spikes the hashtag #BlackGirlMagic right out of you. And Three, a very decisive and academic three count that puts you right to sleep. You are here in the OWA because they have allowed it, and you will end because I demand it, Kevin."

LeBrock: "Another t-shirt idea, already on it. Damn Nakita, not just a wrestling machine, you are a marketing machine. You are on a roll."

Nakita: So Serena, you strive to be a real iron woman, driven by sheer unflinching will in the face of any and all adversity and that determination has proven to be successful for you thus far, but after Atlantis, you will soon find out that all that will and determination does in fact have ceiling and one that you just can't break through and that force is me. You will stand face to face, look eye to Green Eyed, with the devil herself and she is the perfect un-matched apex predator that frankly does not have any equal, and her name is Nakita DuBov, and no luck, black girl magic, sheer will, or determination will be able to help you overcome this outcome. This is how the story of Serena Bennet concludes. It will be all over for you before it even begins."

(The scene fades out.)

WORORORORORORO!

I’m back in action bitches! I have been craving the lust of combat for far too long. It’s about time the Omega Wrestling Alliance supplied me with a good challenge again. They been keepin me out of sight and out of mind as if I were one of my chimps Benny or Nathan inside their cages. Or even better, like if I was Jeff X serving my time in the Pen! But I’m here to re establish my dominance over the world of wrestling, starting with Jack Daito! My three commanders, Jack, Queen, and King have done the research for me on this Jack Daito. They’ve sent scouts of the Beast Pirates to gain intel on both his history and his abilities. And I must say, I’m intrigued. I’m always impressed with a man who can wield a blade. I see it as a test, or a challenge if you would. Because you see as a Dragon God one thing I am particularly famous for is my tough skin. Even in my normal state it’s as if I’m covered in durable dragon scales that can withstand anything, but my specialty is being resistant to bladed objects and cutting attacks. So you call yourself a true skilled and honorable swordsman Jack Daito? A man who’s power with the blade is worth praising? Well then I want you to show me on this next episode of Kingdom! I relish the challenge Daito! But there are more things I respect about you Jack. I commend you being a man who allows your actions to speak louder than your words. Far too often in this business do you find men who’s bravado outpaces their ability. And that’s when you run into men who run their mouths and allow themselves to cash checks in promos that their ring work can’t deliver on when the bell rings for the match! You don’t seem to be one of those men yourself, so this’ll be very interesting. But you also carry yourself off as a mighty bounty hunter? WORORORORO! I’ll tell you this one Jack Daito. Even if you manage to put me away in our match, which I highly doubt, there’s no way you’ll be able to keep me down long enough or dispatch of me definitively enough that you’ll be able to cash in on MY BOUNTY! I’VE BEEN WANTED BY SOME OF THE MOST INFLUENTIAL MEN AND WOMEN OF THE WORLD FOR YEARS AND YEARS NOW! My reign of tyranny over both Land and Sea won’t end anytime soon. And certainly not to some puny Bounty Hunter. I would hope that THAT thought won’t even enter your mind, and you’ll be more focused on winning this match against me on July 11th. Although if I had to give you a piece of advice right here right now, I’d lower your expectations from winning to simply surviving. Because surviving an encounter with Lord Kai D Oh, “The World’s Strongest Creature” is a goddamn honor in itself worth bragging and boasting about. At least as long as the case isn’t that I allowed you to survive. Once again though, I have hope for you Jack Daito. Hope that you’ll be able to sustain my thirst for heated combat and competition! WORORORORORORO!

Another thing is that our allegiances pin us in opposite corners of one another. While I do lead my Beast Pirates proudly, I have a loose affiliation with Jacob Senn’s Dynasty Stable in both Strong Style Wrestling and the Omega Wrestling Alliance. Meanwhile, Jack Daito are a proud representative of Arata Asakura’s Black Sun faction. They haven’t crossed paths in a while, but Jacob Senn and Arata Asakura have a long and storied bad blood between them. The clashes they’ve had in the ring in all sorts of companies are the stuff of legends. And I’ll tell you this, The Black Sun has some incredible ideals as far as protecting the honor of Japan is concerned. I respect not only what your group is trying to achieve, but the way that Arata is going about chasing that goal. Needless to say I like his style, the way he carries himself. His energy if you would. But...I have my own grand vision for the country of Japan, and of course on a grander scale than that of the entire world itself! I plan on turning the world into A Pirate’s Paradise! A lawless land where the strong thrive and fight for everything they get and the weak and helpless parish just as nature intended them to! And my central base of operations to begin my expansion WILL be Japan! That obviously is at direct odds with what The Black Sun wants. But that’s the beauty of it. I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT THE BLACK SUN WANTS! IT’S ALL ABOUT WHAT I WANT! WHAT “HUNDRED BEASTS'' KAI D OH WANTS! So you have two options Jack Daito. You can fight back and inevitably be demolished. Or you can back down and simply...GIVE ME WHAT I WANT! At the end of the day while I respect Arata Asakura, there is a reason I chose to side with Jacob Senn over him. Otherwise I’d be aligned with you and The Black Sun. While both leaders were unsuccessful at the most recent Omega Wrestling Alliance event, Game Over 2021. There’s two completely different circumstances at play. Jacob Senn lost narrowly in a big time main event against Jeff X, one of the toughest men walking our world today! Jeff X of course being the guy that has been Arata’s kryptonite for the past half a year now at least. Meanwhile Arata Asakura as well as Kenta Saru and yourself were dispatched by the rag tag team of Theodor Pavel, Michael Bishop, and Azumi Goto. Theodor is a strong young man, but he’s only just beginning his journey in this industry. Michael Bishop is a formidable foe, quite possibly the most underrated athlete in our business today...but someone of Arata’s pedigree SHOULD be able to deal with him...but wasn’t. And that leaves Azumi Goto, a Hall of Famer of course. But one that has been inconsistently wrestling for the last almost year now until this last month. And as I said, you guys are a full fledged unit. Meanwhile those three are a ragtag band of performers. Loose allies with the one common goal of defeating you lot of the Black Sun. AND THEY ACTUALLY DID JUST THAT! At the end of the day Jack Daito, most of this is all just window dressing for the actual fight we’ll have on Kingdom. So you could take what I had to say or leave it. It doesn't make a difference to me, because I’m heading into that match to do the same thing regardless. And that’s what Kai D Oh does in every encounter he’s ever had! Crush whoever or whatever stands in my way and further my goals! WORORORO!

It’s 6am. The Franklin Street Boxing Club is host only to silence. As its doors swing open, the silence is broken by the racket of the commuters outside. The public servants of Chicago on their way to work. Natalie Cage is on her own way to work. The silhouette of the Odyssey legend casts a large shadow as the main lightswitch is flipped. Natalie usually thrives in the community atmosphere of the gym, training with her peers and learning from them. She had to be alone today. The entire gym was booked until noon. Not cheap and not something that would please the other members. But Natalie could afford it and was beyond caring who got pissed off.

Coach Marcus: Rough week?

Natalie was sore. Bruises all up and down her body. She walked with a limp. It looked like her stitches could burst at any moment and drench the mats.

Natalie: You should see the other guys.

They started with bag work. Natalie laced up her vintage Mike Tyson gloves and went to work, each strike one of precision. There was meaning behind every shot.

Coach Marcus: Good, good. Always pump the jab. Step back and use the check left hook. Circle, circle, movement’s important. Don’t be afraid to take one to give one.

An hour passes. Cage takes a water break. The floor of the gym is a mess of sweat...this was gonna stink something fierce soon.

Coach Marcus: You’ve been training like a demon, kid. I’ve never seen you this switched on, not even when you was champion. What gives?

Natalie: If I’m not giving this my all, and I REALLY mean my all, then what the fuck am I doing here? I’ve spent my entire career being told how great I am. How I’m this incredible, prodigious talent who’s gonna lead women’s wrestling to a new chapter. I’ve done so much in such a short amount of time and for a while...I really thought this was it. That it was mission accomplished and all I could do was sit back and let the chips fall where they may. I’m so fucking proud of what I’ve done. I look at what Odyssey started as...the philosophy behind its creation. We had ONE name when that brand was conceived. Azumi was the ace, the shining star of OWA’s women’s division. It was on her to bear the burden and I don’t envy her one bit. So many girls who were there just wanted a shot. Me, Dulce, Diantha, TyAnna...we wanted to be something greater. It’s hard to build something from the ground up and I was at the biggest disadvantage of them all. I got thrown in at the deep end. No prior experience. No credibility in the scene. I got a job in OWA because of my brother. I’m not dumb, I know that he helped me get my foot in the door. And no matter how much shit he pulls, no matter what foul scheme he drops on me and the people close to him...I’m grateful. I had everything to prove and nobody to believe in me. I walked into this place a nobody and within six months I was at the top of the pile.

Coach Marcus: You were a natural. I just wish I could’ve got to ya sooner, I would have had you in that boxing ring!

Natalie: I appreciate it but who are we kidding? Women’s boxers get paid shit compared to the men. It’s bollocks but it’s the way it is. Wrestling was where I could actually make a decent living. If I’m gonna destroy my body, I’m gonna have a nice house to go back to when all’s said and done. I’d rather be in pain in a Mustang than an Escort. I was so hungry back then and we all know how it goes: you get the strap, you’re on top of the world and you have your Rocky III moment. You get knocked down a peg. I saw Game Over as a shot to get on the right track and I’m not even disappointed in my performance. I looked fucking GREAT out there. I was moving well, I had explosiveness, I was pulling the trigger when it mattered. Just count how many times I was inches away from victory. I was doing some of my best work. You have any idea how infuriating it is to do so well in a match and watch someone else lose to a fucking roll-up?!

I knew Llorona didn’t belong there and I was right. Cloud got that #1 contendership, well good for her. She won because Llorona can’t even kick out of a fucking roll-up. I didn’t sleep a fucking wink that night. I could smell the metal of the title. I could taste it. I knew I could win that match and I still feel that way. We run that shit back and let’s see if I’m gonna stand for a roll-up. If Cloud comes with that trickster bullshit against Jonetta, she’s getting slept, believe me. But hey, the old dog won with an old trick. If her body can even hold up long enough to make it to the title picture, there’s so many variables at play. Because Odyssey ain’t the land of newcomers looking for an opportunity anymore, it’s the land of giants. We’ve got blockbuster names headlining shows, drawing a crowd and delivering some of the best in-ring product on offer. Odyssey’s the A-show. Cloud can talk her shit about how she has to “save” Odyssey...but who’s gonna save her? We’ve got Alyssa Grace holding that case and she’s still looking like a bat out of hell. You see that match with BIANCA on BattlePass? That Top Tier bitch just kept going like she was Michael fucking Myers and did Alyssa falter? Nah, she came through and kept the case. Alyssa’s the kind of person this brand needs, not Cloud. And when her time comes, it’ll be long overdue, trust.

Coach Marcus: So where do you fit into it?

Natalie: Alyssa’s briefcase isn’t the only guaranteed title shot floating around. It’s time for something I’ve never got to be a part of: the Athena’s Cup. Shit, I remember when it was called Queen of the Ring. First winner, Azumi Goto, we all know what happened next. This tournament breeds champions and it’s never housed me before. Just one match removed from failing to secure a title shot and another opportunity presents itself to me. At this point, I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Marcus. I feel that hunger again, I feel the desire for competition. I look at the field of would-be contenders and I see killers. I see a collection of people who are all in with a shot BUT...none of them are me. None of them have reached the mountain top before and every single one of them is beatable. I don’t know fear and I don’t know quit. I’ve put in too much work. I’ve sacrificed everything, there’s no way I can slow down. If I dare to take my foot off the gas now, then every demon I’m running from catches up. I get sucked up into who I used to be and that’s a dark prison I don’t wanna be in. I know how to ride the edge of evil, I know how to tap into it but not let it take me over. The Natalie Cage of today is better than the Natalie Cage who was a stone cold bitch. I’ve got composure, I’ve got poise and I’ve got clarity. There is no one thing in the world I desire more than to be champ. It isn’t a herculean task, I’ve done it before. Diantha got the strap twice and we’re about as close as two equals can get without being clones of each other. I watched my brother win the God of War tournament and piss away his opportunity at Final Destination. He’s an over eager, egomaniacal fool who thinks he’s smarter than everyone. That’s not gonna be me. All I have to do is win three matches. When you break it down like that, all of a sudden it doesn’t seem so difficult. Three matches? Shit, that’s just another day at work for me. All I’ve gotta do is keep working, shake off the shit stench of that clusterfuck at Game Over and keep on moving. I never asked to be in that four-way but I wasn’t gonna pass up the chance. This shit right here? This is my wheelhouse.

Coach Marcus: You’re reminding me of the intense rookie who joined this gym, Nat. This is the stuff every coach wants to hear. But you’re been talking an awful lot about yourself. You know you’ve got people to take out on your little crusade, right?

Natalie: I know how this game works, Marcus. I’m not stupid enough to fall at the first hurdle, that’s not what I do. I’m about winning big and reaping the rewards. The most exciting thing about this tournament is fresh match-ups. I’ve never faced any of the other women in the Athena’s Cup one-on-one. On paper, I’m the favourite. Not boasting, it’s just the way it is. I’m the most decorated and tenured person in there. If someone manages to take me out, then it’s a hell of a boon to them. But pay attention to how I’ve been operating this past year: every upstart who’s taken their shot at me has been struck down. No, I don’t win every match because I’m not invincible, but I’m not a relic. I keep evolving my style, I stay laser-focused on what I want. I took the scalps from Llorona, from Gwen Harper, from Rebecca Filth. I didn’t always win in the most decisive fashion, but I did what needed to be done because I’m not some gatekeeper upper midcarder. I’m not the woman you beat to move on. I’m the woman you test yourself against. If you can keep up with me when you’re still wet behind the ears, you might be able to go far here. I look at Emmannuelle and I see a talented kid who’s getting exactly what she wants. I keep my ear to the ground, she said it herself before BattlePass, she wants to share this ring with the Natalie Cages of the world, with the Clouds, the Alyssas, the women who have grinded for years to be at the pinnacle. Normally, I’d tell these young guns to keep my name out of their mouths if they know what’s good for them, but this tournament’s about proving you belong, right? I’m the only woman here that’s been world champ, that’s been the face of the brand. I’m jumping in a sea of sharks who are ALL targeting me. The woman who knocks Natalie Cage out of this bracket has it made. There’s no arguing you belong at the top if you get past me. Emmy, well...she’s had a lot to say in her short time here and I’ll get to that in due course. I’m not looking past her and I’m not looking past the rest of the field. But my mind is always on gold. It’s in my nature. So I wanna see what this whippersnapper has to say first. Has she got what it takes to catch my eye, or is she yet another pretender to the throne?

Natalie straps her gloves back on and goes back to work on the bag, a grin on her face as she plants mean swings on the red leather.

Character Development


6/30/21

11:05pm Est

Devi's House in Chapel Hill

Devi made it home after Game Over: Battlepass, Devi look beat after being eliminated from the Battle Royal by Nakita DuBov, Devi just went to her room, sitting at her desk knowing that in her mind she was a favorite to win the Battle Royal and become the #1 Contender for the Openweight Championship! And it didn't happen! Then her manager Damian E. McArthur gave her a motivational prep talk.

Scene transition where Damian was giving Devi a motivational prep talk.

Damian: It's gonna take time to win another championship.

Scene transition back to Devi sitting on the desk in her room.

After listen to Damian's advice, i'm pretty sure...i'm pretty sure that I gotta move forward to what's ahead and accept the outcome. I'm not angry at Rebecca Filth she earned the opportunity by winning The Battle Royal, she earned to face Liz Karlson at Boiling Point for the Openweight Championship! And after Damian told me there's always another day to get a Championship opportunity, I-It's making me~

*phone ringing*

Who's calling me at this hour?

Devi's cell phone ring as she picked up, turns out it was parents called.

Devi: Hello?

Devi's Mom: Ah Devi, good to see you back home, how's Pasadena?

Devi: It's great, oh, by the way did you~

Devi's Dad: Saw the Battle Royal at Game Over: Battle Pass? Yeah, we did.

Devi's Mom: Your Manager Damian had called us about what happened and you got upset after being eliminated from the Battle Royal.

Devi's Dad: You really did well daughter, don't beat yourself over a title opportunity, there's always another day. I pretty sure that I talked to you about that before you came a wrestler.

And so Devi is starting to burst into tears after Devi's Dad giving her encouragement

Devi's Mom: Devi...

Devi's Dad: Don't cry Devi, you did what could out there. It's ok.

Devi try to wiped off the tears in her face.

Devi: T-Thanks guys, you always be my supporting Parents, whenever I was down, you the only two that can cheer me up.

Devi's Dad: Anything for a Daughter, oh by the way?

Devi: What Dad?

Devi's Dad: I've had checked the new Odyssey match card and apparently Athena's Cup tournament is starting next week.

Devi: Am I in it?

Devi's Dad: Unfortunately you're not in Athena's Cup tournament this year, i'm sorry dear. Hopefully you can get in another time, til then continue your training will call you sometime later on.

Devi: Alright Dad, talk to you and mom later, bye!

And so Devi end the call with her parents and her right hand is balled like a fist and pound the desk with anger.

*bang*

Dammit Aria, knew that you made a slight error for not letting me compete in the Athena's Cup tournament this year. I want to move forward from the Battle Royal that I had in Game Over: Battle Pass. Damian already gave me a motivational prep talk, and i'm already in emotional wreck. You know what? That's fine, just got to accept it. I need to get some rest for tomorrow's training.

Screen fades black

bitch

June 25, 2021


(April Song is walking down the halls of Shin-SEKAI headquarters where she is asking people if they have seen Revy. Revy had been gone for over 2 weeks since her last appearance on Odyssey. April stops at the door that is Revy’s room, she knocks on the door)


April: Revy, are you in there? It’s April. I wanted to see how you were doing. I’m sorry that I’ve been a bit busy…. Revy?


(April twists the knob and is surprised to see it was unlocked. The door creaks open and slowly enters the room, with great caution in case it was booby trapped. Heh…. “Booby”.... April walks deeper into the room and sees her wall of guns and even notices that one, Revy’s favorite, it missing from her collection on the wall. April walks further before reaching the edge of Revy’s bed and sees a book, sticking out from the corner of a pillow. April picks it up and sees the words “Revy’s Diary.” April prepares to put it back down, but hesitates, as it was an opportunity to see why Revy has been acting the way she has been as of late. April skims through some of it, because stopping at the day after Odyssey. She begins to read out loud.)


 


June 16, 2021


Couple Hundred feet outside of Jonetta’s estate, eyes kept on her from the distance. I see that she has already begun to hire new servants to replace the ones that have quit. It pisses me off that she can quickly replace people like this. It really goes to show Jonetta really never would had any problems tossing me aside. What a heartless bitch. I hope she dies a long, prolonged, agonizing death. I get everything is replaceable, that includes people too.  People have feelings. I’m people too, and I’m feeling like cutting a bitch all up in here. The sad shit is, if Jonetta wanted a servant, I’d probably be ok with it, after all, it’s more time to be spent with her. But I guess its far too late for that to ever be a thing.



June 17, 2021


I’ve managed to get closer to Jonetta’s home without anyone noticing. Chloroform proving to be really effective. She didn’t do much today, but couldn’t help noticed that when she went to bed, she slept sound like a baby. This stupid ho broke my heart and already, she’s having sweet dreams while I can barely sleep for days. That calm look on her face, I wonder what she is dreaming about. Makes me want to hurl a brick through her window and take her out of it, but I see how she sleeps with the OWA title besides her like as if it’s a pet. Just stroking it, coddling it, taking it everywhere she goes. What does that belt do that I couldn’t do? Justify her position as the best in Odyssey? Fuck, I could had done that just as easily as well. 


June 18, 2021


Jonetta has finally left her home. I could had followed her, but figure I could do more breaking into her home and looking around. The Audacity of that bitch. Not a single photo of me or Demo Corp around, after all we have been through. I can’t even right now. Actually, it’s weird, she doesn’t seem to have many picture at all besides herself and thing prey she manages to catch. Again, it makes no sense why she, who doesn’t seem to have any friends would throw me aside. I almost feel bad for her. Almost! But atleast I feel a little better knowing that when she is gone, nobody will miss her. 



June 19, 2021


Today is a lot hotter than the last couple of days. I was sweating so much in my hiding spot, I think I started hallucinating and seeing things. The voice in my head just kept telling me, just do it. End this now. Why wait for Game Over? It would be so easy. One good aim from the rifle, pull the trigger, and poof. No more Jonetta. I tried to Uber-eats some booze, but apparently they don’t deliver. What a fuckin joke. But ignoring the voices in my head, I started to think, what was it about a world title that makes people so obsessed with it. My brother was obsessed with one, despite he once told me that seeing someone else hold it and not himself, it was almost taunting him. Insulting him. Telling him that he couldn’t obtain it. It never seemed like he wanted the world title to prove he was the best, like an accomplishment, but more like a chip on his shoulder. It makes me think, does every bitch on Odyssey have a chip on their shoulder for the belt? Like if you hated it and despised it so much, why go through all the trouble just to win it? As I tried to process that, I couldn’t help but notice. The sunlight, reflecting off the OWA Women’s title. It was blinding, almost as if it was mocking me as Jonetta seemed so at peace with it around, despite my murderous intent and aura I’ve been releasing. Either Jonetta is blind to it, or she knows, this infuriates me, frustrates me, getting to my head. I want this to stop.


June 20, 2021


Father’s Day. Jonetta has left to go celebrate, and surprisingly, she has left the OWA Women’s Championship at home. I went inside and right there, within my grasp, it was there for me to take. After a closer look, it’s a lot more shinier than I thought. More shine than the medals I’ve earned serving my time for this country. I saw my reflection, and I don’t know if its the alcohol or the heat getting to me, but my reflected image of myself started talking to me. Telling me that I didn’t need friends and all I’ve needed was … IT. It tried to tempt me. It tried to convince me. This was all I ever wanted or need. But I wouldn’t hate it. This belt was evil, pure evil. It has a hold on  people and perhaps now it’s clear why people go crazy for it. Holy crap, she has returned early. Hours had passed by before I knew it. Barely got away. 


June 21, 2021


Jonetta posted her little medical TEDTalk or whatever the fuck that shit was. And she did it again. Mocking and ridiculing what what Brother did, and the truth is, it didn’t bother me. My brother was always treated as a joke. It’s odd, especially since growing up, he was praised as a prodigy and someone ahead of his time. And then there was me, his sister, in the shadow, with no ambitions or vision like Moongoose. When I was younger, I was ashamed of him, but having grown, I think I was ashamed of myself in how I’ve failed the McQueen name. For years, I hid the fact I was a McQueen, opted for the name as Revy and nothing more and distanced myself from him. It was many years until we spoke again, and to my surprise, he took me in and welcomed me back. We talked, and it turns out, he was never ashamed of me. He did all the things he did because he didn’t want the pressure placed on me. He wanted me to “live how I wanted to live” and that was his main wish, not just for me, but for everyone else he knew. Jojo actually owes the man his life for what he agreed to do for him, but that’s a story for another day.


My brother did have a lot of pressure on him. And yes, Jonetta was right, he cracked under the pressure in his quest to obtain power. But what pisses me off more is when nobody understands. Nobody gets it. And for the first time, I felt a real connection with my brother. Jonetta could call herself an expert, but nobody would ever be able to understand what it’s like to be a McQueen. They don’t understand how unselfish my brother truly was and that everything he did, there was a greater purpose behind it. He took in a lot of people into his circle, and told them they could be whatever they wanted to be, and all he wanted was to create a place, a world where people of that mindset can thrive. There is no reservation, just experimentation and progress. He did break, but then he redeemed himself and I am ashamed that I wasn’t there. Jonetta doesn’t get it. I was hurt, real hurt that I couldn’t told him how much I appreciate he had done for me. For her to tell me he is dead, it was a moment it hit me. If I wanted to tell him how I felt, I couldn’t. My brother lied to me. She didn’t try to understand. She didn’t want to understand. I remember, talking to him about Jonetta. He was more than ready to welcome her to the family and even praised her. They never got to actually meet, but knowing him, he would had given her the world, and because of that, I can’t help but feel unadulterated rage when she dares to sully his name. My brother’s heart wasn’t weak. In fact, it was one of the strongest one in the business, after all, it was big enough to welcome me, and when I say Jonetta is a “little white girl,” I mean it. 


Because deep down, she is alone, heart as black as coal, and if she isn’t scared, she will be, little bitch. I don’t need biology to know this, I feel it. Yeah, the McQueens were dysfunctional, but we always took care of one of our own. 


I should thank Jonetta, I think I was starting to go crazy. I was reverting back to something I once was. Someone I loathed, someone I never wanted to be again. A killer. And if you are so smart, Jonetta, you understand why I’m not the Killer I claim to be. Why I don’t take it to the ring with me? And the answer is, “it’s always in the intent.” I haven’t had a reason or need to kill. Whether it’s survival or vengeance I have never been pushed to that point. If you ask me, I went easy on Niki Khan. If I wanted to, I could had taken her out, but perhaps being around my brother had made me soft. After all, she was a widow with kids. You call yourself a killer, but you hunt animals. I don’t know if they teach you at medical school, but that makes you a sociopath who take on people are things that are typically weaker than you. That makes you a bully, and if there anything I hate more, it’s a bully. Now the question that Jonetta should be asking herself now is, do I have a reason to kill again? The answer is yes. 


No, I don’t typically win matches. But this time, I’m not there to win. I’m there to kill. Win or Lose, you are regret those words, but again. Thank you. I needed to hear this. Even as enemies, you said what I needed to hear and it had me stop thinking about the 1038 ways I would murder you and think about my brother. I have a lot to think about, and because of that, I think I’m gonna take a few days in the wilderness to contemplate, focus, and train. 


It would be really weird for me to put all of this in my diary, thinking Jonetta would hear any of this. But I expect sooner or later, April is gonna check up on me to see how I’m doing. And while it might not go exactly like this, I think April will walk into my room, find this diary and read it out loud like the snooper she is, and then I will ….



Revy: What are you doing, April? 


April: WHAT THE HELL?! Revy, where the hell did you come from? 


Revy: I’m back from my trip. Did you snoop and read my diary?


April: What?... no? … This? It just fell open when I was cleaning up the place a little for your return.


Revy: So you… didn’t read anything from it… like at all?


April: Nooooooooooooooo!


Revy: Oh well. Things just don’t go as planned.


April: Anyway, Revy, how are you holding up? With Jonetta and stuff?


Revy: I’m fine. Thanks though for checking. I’m sorry if I’ve been a real bitch to you as of recent. I have a lot on my mind, and apparently, I shouldn’t be mixing my meds with alcohol.


April: It’s all good, Revy. I was just worried. Are you ready for Game Over?


Revy: I think I am. I had a real spiritual awakening and even found a new purpose.


April: That’s great! What you got? 


Revy: Nah! You just gotta wait and see! Ok?!


(April hesitates…… but ultimate nods and agrees and gives her a hug)


April: You know, if you wanted, I’d beat up Jonetta for you.


Revy: No, This is something I need to do for myself. 


April: To think, you, Revy, could be the OWA Women’s Champion. 


Revy: Hahaha… sure. 


(Revy and April hug it out as they exit the room. The room goes dark as they close the door behind them, and a text appears on the screen with the dates)


June 24, 2021



(Camera pans over a dark room with lights flickering over a wall of various images of Jonetta Stone. Shots of Jonetta from photoshoots, online, or from security cams with Jonetta’s eyes crossed or scratched out. As the camera pans away from the wall and towards the center of the room, the glow from a computer monitor shines behind a chair. The camera slowly creeps up behind the chair and reveals Revy staring at a monitor with intense focus. A barbie doll resembling Jonetta in one hand, a half drunken bottle of jack daniels in the other. Her desk, covered in drawings and etchings showing details of heinous acts Revy wants to commit on Jonetta. The video on the monitor, playing in loop the video Revy made for Jonetta. Revy’s eyes turn to the corner of the table, seeing a scrap book that says “Joney and Me” with Hearts and Bullet Hole design over pink leather and gold ribbons. 


Revy opens up the scrap book, showing various images group pics of Demo Corp, including the dinner party at Jonetta’s, Jonetta and Revy laughing after Niki’s firing, and what is heavily implied as a piece of Diatha’s hair. Revy scrolls through the book, choking a little as she tries to maintain composure. At the end of the book, Revy sees a card and opens it up. Revy’s hands shaking as she slips the cards out and crinkling the envelope. The card, a custom one that Revy threw with a caricature of Revy, April, and Llorona . Revy opens the cards, and glitter falls out as a Jonetta Caricature pops up while holding the OWA World Women’s championship. The camera shows what was written.)


“To Joney


I’m sorry about what happened on Odyssey. I just didn’t want to see Alyssa screw you over. Anyways, I love you, and just a secret between the both of us. You are my favorite World Champ. Congrats! I’ll always have your back. Best Friends Forever. #DemoCorpIsFine


Love, Revy”


(Revy takes another drink and pulls out a friendship bracelet, she turns the charms which spells out “#1 Champ in My Heart.” All of this, meant to be gifts for Jonetta before things when wrong. Revy takes a finger and wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. She lets out a deep breath, her calm puppy dog eyes looks up to the ceiling, before turning to bloody rage.)


(Revy rips apart the bracelet with her bare hands causing all beads and charms to fall to the ground. Revy pushes the monitor to the floor and clears her desk, causing papers to fly everywhere. Revy takes another drink before pouring the rest on the floor and all over the scrap book, and then tosses the bottle against the wall. Revy picks up her bag, the barbie doll, and an envelope with a red stamp over it that says “MISSION.”)


(As Revy walks away from the desk, the camera sees more of the room, showing more images, not of Jonetta, but the OWA Women’s Championship, scratched up and and ridden with bullet holes. Revy steps over what seems to be what was left of a punching bag, completely eviscerated as well as bandages of blood as Revy cracks her wrapped up knuckles. Revy reaches the door and opens it, sunlight beaming through. Revy looks back leaving everything regarding Jonetta behind. Revy with the doll in hand clutches it, holds it to her chest, almost as if hugging it….. She stares at it …. One last time…. Before pulling out a lighter and setting the hair ablaze. The barbie dolls burning like a torture as Revy watches the face just melt away… she hurls it into the room, setting it ablazed. The fire begins to spread as Revy closes the door behind her and to the outside. Revy steps out from the bunker and into an undisclosed location in the middle of nowhere in the forest. Smoke begins to escape the door, but Revy simply opens her envelope and takes a look at it.)


(Revy pulls out a single image, a photograph of the OWA Women Championship. Revy stares at it with disgust and malice. Revy then smirks and starts to laugh.)


Revy: I think I get it now. Goose. 

(Revy slips the image back in the envelope and places it back in her bag. She slings it over her shoulder as the smoke continues to build up behind her, Revy moves forward and towards her Bike and straps her back to the back seat. Revy places her helmet on and leather jacket before starting the ignition. Revy drives off, not looking back at what she has left behind.)

(NOTE: We collabed for this one.)

Guess who decided to finally speak, Savannah?

Is this REALLY your partner, Wakefield? Do you feel that confident in his abilities after talking up such a big game? Hi, Cage. I originally was going to not speak that much of you since you were weirdly quiet, and here we all were- expecting something loud and scary since you're supposed to be an unhinged tough guy- But to me you, you just seem like someone in a way out of his fucking depth- and everything you've said? Has only made me much more interested in tearing your leg apart as soon as I get my fucking hands on you.

At least you could have been unoriginal- but just like the other shitheads in this match, is talking about Savannah's past REALLY the only thing you've got?

That’s to be expected, all things considered. Finn, who says the most logical things. Stuck with the likes of Nate Cage. Who rambles on senselessly when he has no idea what the fuck to say. I feel a little bad for Finn, really. Being stuck with someone who not only spews racist bullshit. But, someone who can’t even come up with new material. You think we haven’t heard everything you’ve already said, Cage? You practically just opened up your asshole and talked out of it. Or uh, lack thereof eh? Must suck to not have one of those.

It’s pathetic that this is what we’re stuck with. Someone who can’t say anything worth a damn. Yet, finds an opportunity to say things that make zero sense. Congratulations, you’ve brought up everything that has already been brought up. Savannah Sunshine, the total failure. Savannah Sunshine, the girl who can’t make even when an opportunity is handed to her. Newsflash, sweetheart: New material is needed. ASAP.

So because I'm Asian, I don't matter? Alright, keep that same fucking energy when we meet you in the ring. I've run into a lot of bigotry in this sport, it's nothing new- The fact that you don't even know who I am or care enough to do research makes this extremely easy when I catch you by surprise and make you start tapping. I can and will outdo you at every turn, at first- I couldn't give less of a shit about you… but now, you're the one I want to beat for those titles.

You're not funny nor are you cute. You're nothing more than an ignorant piece of shit who hasn't achieved any relevance in who knows for how long- if it weren't for Wakefield right now, you probably wouldn't even be on this show. I'm fucking FURIOUS- people like you are what is wrong with this sport. People like you keep wrestling held back from progressing, from growing because you take nothing seriously and I'd almost feel sorry for Wakefield if he wasn't such a conceited little boy having a temper tantrum.

It’s pretty pathetic when you flat out say you don’t know who you’re up against. That’s the issue at hand. You should know who you’re up against. You should know why we’re here and why it’s imperative that you know we aren’t here to fuck around. You sat there and decided not to take shit seriously. That’s fine. I’ll make sure MYOJIN gets to beat your ass at some point. I know you, Cage. We’ve been here before, that’s what you said. But, we’re two different people now. You used to take things way more seriously. Now? You’re beginning to slack. You’re losing that fire that scares so many people. But, me? I’m always improving and I’m not stopping until I’m six feet under and dead. This isn’t a game for me nor is it a game for MYOJIN. We’re not in this to slack off and make jokes that aren’t even anywhere near being funny. We’re here to kick down doors and do whatever it takes to show the world what we are capable of.

I’ve said all I can say for Finn. I’ve done more than enough talking about The Blacklist and I haven’t done enough talking about the team that actually tries to give a shit. RD3 and Miltiades. The team we should have been facing off against alone. Without a secondary team thrown in just for funsies. This was supposed to be our time to put those two bitches down like Old Yeller. But, we can still make things right. We can still do what needs to be done. I know RD3 and Miltiades hate working together, but they love their gold. But, it’s going to be unfortunate on two other ends for those teams when Team Starburst shows up and shows out. We are not here to be a flash in the pan. We are not here for the jokes and silly games. This ends when we decide this ends for us.

Wakefield just continues to bring up his own past and talk about how he's a veteran of OWA and how he's better than us because he's so accomplished, yadda yadda yadda. I've heard the same from just about any other wrestler who thinks they're owed everything just because they've been at it for a while. He even tried to pull the card that I don't care about OWA as he does or something like that- despite the fact that I give my all every single match I'm in no matter what place I am.

Also, after hearing him speak so much about how Blacklist was a cohesive unit and was strong and powerful- a group of boys all with the same goal? Yeah, all that belief went out the window as soon as Cage opened his mouth. Seriously, you've put your faith in HIM as your partner? I guess beggars can't be choosers, huh?

But you're right- We definitely haven't given enough attention to the two we've had our sights on for so long. When you hear Miltiades talk once, you've heard everything he has to say- because all he manages to do is repeat himself again and again about how he's strong and how he wants to make everyone feel hopeless. Typical wannabe bad guy bullshit. He seems so much like a twelve-year-old who spends way too much time on Tumblr.

Dampshaw hasn't even opened his mouth yet. I'm not sure if it's because he's scared or maybe just doesn't have much of a shit to give. It wouldn't be that surprising, really.

Miltiades is actually -- and I hate to say this -- The most viable competitor, not including Finn. For as much shit as I give the two of them, I’m not doubting their abilities. I know more than anyone how talented they are. But, this isn’t something that will be easy. Miltiades partner has been, otherwise, pretty quiet for the most part. But, he was never a big talker, to begin with. Though, I was really hoping to hear at least something from RD3 for all the hell he thinks he gives us. In fact, I’m a little disappointed that we haven’t heard anything from him. But, to each their own. I’m not too picky as long as someone is speaking up.

This is the end all be all here. Game Over is some place I haven’t been in a long time. I am no mere newbie when it comes to OWA. I had pretty good accomplishments when I was here in the beginning. The very beginning. When the ranks were just growing and now? We have amazing faces around here, much like MYOJIN. I won’t back down from a challenge. Neither will he. He’s innovative and he adapts to styles as well as I do. He’s got a good head on his shoulders and he’s extremely talented. I know I am not the ideal partner, but I’m glad to be where I am… and I intend to keep going until we reach the top. Together.

We know that when we step into that triple threat, it'll be our hardest match yet. Miltiades and Dampshaw, for as much as I like to take the piss out of them, won those tag titles for a reason- mainly because the teams involved, including one of Blacklist's, wasn't up to standard. The division has been easily dominated because there hasn't been any real competition for who knows how long- so let's see how these two hold up against us a second time. They're going to try their hardest to keep us down, that's why we have to try even harder to beat them. They think they've got us where they want us? That we're easy targets? Let's show exactly why they're wrong.

As for Blacklist, Wakefield would have much of a better chance if he had a partner who didn't contradict all the verbal fellatio he was giving the team. Wakefield, for as good as you are- or at least as much as you claim you are, your poor choice in allies is what's going to hold you back. Ironic how it seems that your new group of friends are what's going to be your downfall.

It's about time the spotlight was given to a new team, one that actually WANTS to be one, and a team that's made up of not ONE but TWO capable wrestlers. We've been striving and fighting for opportunities for the longest time and we WILL not fail to seize this one.

It’s time the world starts taking us a lot more seriously. There’s no room for error here and we have to do whatever it takes. This show may be called Game Over, but it won’t be game over for the two of us… It’ll be a real fatality for the other two teams though. Team Starburst is in it to win it by any means necessary. No matter what.

GAME OVER I: PURIFICATION.
Chris...I know you can still be healed.

You’re spiraling out of control, sinking deeper into the demon that controls your pitiful life. You try to separate yourself from him, but you’ve let him control your spirit. The moment you made a deal with this devil, the battle you had with him was lost. Now, you can’t even look at yourself in the mirror because all you see is HIM. How is that a life worth living? As a son of mine, you don’t deserve to suffer that much, despite the mistakes you’ve made with this monster in you. Will you continue living with that monster consuming all that makes you human? Even if we end up disagreeing after this, I can’t just leave a lost cause like yourself in the streets. I know you hate him so much but you don’t have the strength to destroy him for good. He does not fear you, but deep inside, I know you fear him. He will destroy your life and continue to gaslight you until you’re nothing but an afterthought. Havoc...he must be stopped. I can’t let you fall apart because I created you.

Don’t lose hope though, Christopher. I have been cast your way by fate and that demon fears me. Look at what happened on the last episode of Kingdom; he feared the holy water that was poured on him. My prayers since the end of last season have awoken a spirit of rebuking in me that cannot be stopped. I have ascended from my previous failures so I can be here in this moment, preparing for one of the gravest challenges in my career. This goes beyond winning a title or adding a stat to my record book; this is about saving a soul and growing my ministry to a whole other level. I have faith that I can do this. Chris, I can heal you of your hatred. I can heal your failure that is Havoc. I can show you the way to eternal salvation. All you need to do is hold out your hand and let the Father’s touch consume your soul with a holy fire that is unparalleled to anything else you’ve ever felt in your life. 

I’ve foreseen several demons in my time but I never felt like I was strong enough to destroy one...at least until I returned to Kingdom. No one has seen me compete in the ring at my peak level since Final Destination Three, where I was embarrassed out of the ring by Darkane and Nate Cage’s spectacular performances. Since then, I’ve been in deep prayer, seeking the answers that are in my head 24/7 and wanting to be a better representation of my cause. When I arrived at the Kingdom brand, you confronted me Chris, not Havoc; you had the strength to come my way to plea for your soul’s torture. My Heavenly Father sent you as a message; a sign of what to focus on next. He wants me to save you Chris and I will do that, but as a consequence of your actions, this process will be painful. I don’t want to hurt you, but I must for the greater good of your future. This isn’t personal whatsoever; I usually am a peaceful man, but when I have to deal with things that are this evil, I have to get my hands a bit dirty. 

Havoc, I see the monstrosity of your being right as stare into Chris’ eyes. You are no mere mortal and I respect that, but you are an abomination that needs to be boiled in the deep fires of hell for several eternities. You’ve used Chris as your vessel to kill and cause chaos, but I used my vessel in order to create order and stability. Our paths deviated from each other completely, but I always had your reign of terror in the back of my mind. I knew that my journey would not start and end in Olympus; I needed to purify the spirit of Kingdom as it became corrupted by your desire to turn everyone against each other. I will say I’m surprised that your reign was stopped by the Frontline and the rest of the roster, but the remnants of your reign of terror remain. There is still chaos in this brand that needs to be restored and while all of that is still in the back of my head, I need to realize you were the source of all this. Nobody needed to be hurt, but you helped manifest a Great War that’s ramifications can still be felt. I feel everyone’s pain and the betrayals that occurred over the past few months; you must be proud of yourself, right? I know you’re dwelling in the shadows preparing to strike again and continue this abomination but...ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. I am ready for whatever attacks you have for me, whether they be spiritual or physical; they will not be able to hold me down. I can take the torture you have set up for me in our match, but you already know I have the substance that will destroy your existence. You can’t destroy me as I am defended by angels and my followers everywhere I go. I’m not like your previous opponents who can be manipulated by your mind games. You no longer have any more men willing to fight for you blindly because they have realized that you are nothing but a master manipulator who seeks to destroy lives rather than bless them. My Father’s book states that demons fear the Lord and I am one who lives in unison with him; his word has been true. Every time you look at me, you see a threat towards your plans of reemergence; your plans and I cannot coexist in the same brand. My spirit of truth and leadership can already be sensed with the fact that you are no longer around the throne that you once held with an iron fist. Your attention has diverted towards me because I am someone worth looking into and that is what is written in my prophecy! 

It is written in the book of Fiora that Havoc will fall into line and will be released from the body of Christopher Sabertooth. My previous prophecies have come true and while there have been surprised, they have all led to what I’ve been preaching about for the previous 9 months. The truth is, my ministry has only begun. I understand that we’ve had our highs and lows, but The Awakening has established itself as a household name. My influence on each of my brothers can be seen from miles away; each of them, whether they fight each other or the rest of the roster, is striving to become even greater. This isn’t what happened with you Chris; how are the Ashes of the Wake? Oh, wait. They don’t exist anymore. Everyone either turned on you or was destroyed. While the Frontline has definitely suffered their losses and is under turmoil, they were able to destroy your forces. Havoc, I know your ego has been hurt quite a bit from that, but you are now motivated by anger and revenge, which makes you more dangerous than you were before. You are absolutely a menace but you no longer have anyone do your bidding, which doesn’t surprise me anymore. They realized how toxic and destructive you can be, but now that you don’t have them, you’ve become desperate. You’ve let down your guard, but you are now also more reckless, which makes you more of a threat than previously anticipated. Noah Quinn was able to defeat you and pick up a career-defining win, but that only proves my point made earlier. You are no longer as calculated as you once were; you are a savage animal who is aiming to survive another night over coming up with a long-term plan. You had that trait when you were fighting Jeff, Arata, and their consecutive groups. Then you failed like I believed you would after Jeff found that fire and received my prayers. Now you look at me and envy what I did after my loss; I recuperated and grew as a divine figure. I’ve only become stronger since my loss and I am willing to sacrifice more to ensure that my gospel succeeds and penetrates this world’s hearts. My brothers are going to do great things soon, but they are growing slowly but surely into some of the greatest stars OWA has ever seen. Eon and Mark have gone above any level I ever expected them to and if they need to fight amongst themselves in order to grow as my disciples, then let that be. They both have my blessing as long as they grow and become the people they’re meant to be. Noah, while he wasn’t on the card, managed to defeat you, which is bigger than any of your old boys are doing now. He defeated the last OWA World Champion, so I’m sure many opportunities will approach him when the time is right. They have proved that they are not my lackeys, but my disciples; they use my teachings to make themselves into their awoken selves. Your teachings fell on deaf ears and that is part of the reason why you’re in the state that you are today; worthless and disgusting to look at. 

You’re right though...I love attention. Attention plagued me for the majority of my career because I wanted to feel like I was doing something worthwhile; I wanted to be someone. When I awoke from my slumber, I found my calling and knew what I had to do with my life. I renewed my mind and became a new man, ready to preach my discoveries to the masses, and that’s what I did. I then realized that attention could be good; attention towards my gospel has created so many brilliant people and will continue doing so once Chris is in my grasp. My gospel made people grow in positive ways while your bad news scarred people for life and made them absolutely miserable. They were brainwashed by you while my Awakening members were skeptical of me at first, but they ended up believing in me because I proved my word. Each of them held singles gold and I took them to Final Destination 3, where we didn’t perform at the best level. However, all of them can say that we are the only group that was able to accomplish such a thing in this whole federation’s history. I am appreciated because I meant to create peace and order while you are hated because you caused chaos and hell on earth. Your New World was only a facade for people to fall for and mostly everyone saw how ineffective it was, even those who you brought into the cause. Noah wouldn’t turn on me, yet your “little brother” Mav gave you the cold shoulder, leaving you alone on the outside of the ring, while you saw your whole world crashing down. You came back, bitter about losing fair and square after you played so many mind games and hurt so many. When I arrived here, I felt everything that you did; the roster here will never be the same again, but I wanted to ensure that this place felt some order and peace. I don’t have to be the world champion in order to do that; as long as my presence is felt in this brand, this place will be a paradise rather than the dystopia that your kingdom was. I want to do the same things that I did for the Olympus brand because Derelict tried to do the same that you did; create chaos and disorder instead of promoting his opponents and giving his brand the new breath that it needed at that moment of time. People joked about me and said I wasn’t worthy of being a world champion, but I gave them hope; that anyone could be a world champion with the right mindset. Keelan looked like a million bucks because I prayed that my match would not only lift me higher but everyone involved in my brand because it was my domain. I pray for the same in this brand, but this time, it’s a bit different. This time, I pray and rebuke for your spirit to leave this place for good and to allow Chris to be his own this time.

I don’t believe in hype. I believe in prophecy. I know what is bound to come for my career and I know what yours is going down towards Havoc. You don’t know what I am capable of yet and you continue to mock me; I have found things about myself that no other person, not even Noah, knows about. I’m ready to show you what I mean, but that would be a foolish move to show all my cards a few hours away from our war. This is the war that will define my ministry and will define your havoc on this roster; if I lose, then this was all for not because I obviously have not prayed enough or victory was not meant to be for me. However, I can’t think about that possibility because I have faith in what I’ve been told from the Heavens above. They know that I’m ready to save more people from themselves so I can’t give up and I will not suck myself into the criticisms you and others have given to me since I’ve awoken. This isn’t some type of fad or joke for you all to laugh about; my word means something. My word has built many up and has sent others down where they belong. I used my world championship to put myself on a higher platform that people still feel today. Before, when people saw me on the card, they would assume I’d lose, but now, they know that I’m going to win and create something special. My word rings true and it means something. That doesn’t mean that I’m perfect; I’ve been wrong before. Most recently, I was wrong about my victory at Final Destination 3; I was too nearsighted to see what my future held for me. I didn’t imagine going to Kingdom would elevate me higher, but I assumed Olympus is where I belonged. Now I know that I need to continue looking beyond; one victory means nothing if nothing comes from it. One loss also doesn’t mean anything if something absolutely greater comes to be. At Final Destination 3, several doors closed for me, but many of them opened on the other side. I’m pleased to know that the Heavens have something ready for me that I cannot speak of or imagine, but I know it’s there. I know that I have to work my way back up on a brand that isn’t welcoming towards me but I’ve been in this place before. I’m excited to take on new challenges because I’m not here to complain about my failures; I’m here to learn about them. We are polar opposites Havoc, and you know that, even as you fumble to explain why we’re so similar. You had a different intention with your goal and while we were on the same spot, our outcomes were different. You let a whole faction war dominate your brand while I kept every single one in check. I’m a Father of order and control. I’m not one who likes to play world champion and realizes he can’t control anything at the very last second.

I’m prepared for our holy war, Havoc. This isn’t even about Chris because he and I will have to converse after you’re out of his body. You have no reason to exist anymore and your millions of years in this world are slowly coming to an end. I will ensure the body you stole is filled with the blood of the Father and Heavens that rebuke everything that you have done. I’m not playing any games with you; we are not the same. You are a miserable demon who has outstayed his welcome while I am the Father, a man who was able to do so much with my limited spiritual capacity. Now, I’m even greater than I was before, wielding spiritual powers enough to send you back to hell Havoc. Unlike Jeff and every other one you’ve faced, I show my face and stand above you. This isn’t demon versus mortal; this is demon versus almighty. My vessel feels goosebumps as I say that because it believes every single word that I’m saying. The truth you seek...the truth that you KNOW is that this world isn’t meant for both of us. The moment I arrived, you knew that this would be your end. You fear me like you’ve feared nobody else in your years here. You deflect your fear with jokes about who I was before, but you can’t mock the transformation that I’ve experienced since then. I’m not a weak-minded person that you can control, but I’m an angry being who is preparing to smite my wrath into the deepest cores of your being. You will no longer be here. Think about that. The only thing you know is to exist, but I will make sure your memory doesn’t stand the test of time. You’ll be in a void, failing to do anything and seeing the monster you’ve been all along. You are NOTHING and you will be made into NOTHING. You will feel shame, disgust and you will be purified from everything you were. Havoc will be gone, but the Father’s spirit will preside in your absence. Chris, your lost hope will be greater than every mountain while Havoc sinks into the deepest of oceans. It’s time. Prepare yourself.

Chris...Havoc...You will both be baptized in blood.

Jonetta Stone is shown in a surgeon outfit as she walks through a mock medical office, leading the viewer through the building.

Jonetta: It's tough being in a field where the patients just don't listen and are unable to take care of themselves despite your great expert advice and their family history. Human. Wrestler. Animal. They're all the same. In fact, the first two might even be more hard-headed and unable to be communicated with than the last one. They just can't seem to comprehend that life is science. Genetics, physics, and healthy conditioning are king. Even emotions are just chemicals running wild. There is no spirit. So why won't everyone just put aside their feelings, worries, and pride to obey their mental and physical superiors?

Jonetta Stone looks at the camera with surprise, as if the viewer is questioning her.

Jonetta: Oh, you're asking since when was I a physician? Come on now. You should all know I am very educated in biology.

As Jonetta turns a corner, the viewer is introduced to many hung up animal heads and furs on the wall. Jonetta passes by them, giving the view that Jonetta is treating these hunted trophies like a doctor's office does a doctor's degrees and certifications on their walls.

Jonetta: Yet despite my superior education, I am dealing with such a rebellious patient as of late. She won't listen to me. She won't read the signs that have plagued her entire life. Even her family history does not give her a clue! She's like a patient who comes from a long line of family with high blood pressure, diabetes, and the whole nine yards, but still insists on stuffing her face with the worst junk food on the planet day after day. Even as she can feel her body break down, she still acts like it's nothing and goes about her day like she isn't heading straight for a bad ending, sooner rather than later in the grand scheme of how long life expectancy would be if she just listened!

Jonetta reaches her "office" and sits down in the doctor's chair, acting exhausted beside the Women's World Championship.

Jonetta: Of course I'm speaking of Rebecca Lee McQueen. She prefers to identify herself by the name most of you are familiar with, Revy. I only spoke her government name because it's very important to remember that she's a McQueen. You have to remember, somewhere out there in the world, there's already another of her kind in a coma right now because he got in a fight he couldn't handle. It's in their DNA. They shouldn't be overextending themselves. Final Destination proved it. You might not remember it, since it was overshadowed by myself at that grand event, but I know it had many eyes on it since you all figured you'd might as well watch what else was happening on my show. We all saw it, Moongoose was so frustrated that he couldn't solve some simple puzzle box that he threw it to the ground and started making strange gestures and chanting for your entertainment to mask his failings. Until the stress out of it all gave him a stroke, and he was comatose!

That's what the McQueens are made of! They can't handle high-pressure situations, it's a biological fact!

In fact her brother is here now, I can give you a status on his condition! Let me pick him up from his home.

Jonetta stands up and the camera reveals a messy-haired training manikin in the trash. The wig comes off as Jonetta throws it on a table and checks it's heart with her stethoscope.

Jonetta: Hold on. Now I knew they should have pulled the plug on this man since he was so frail and hopeless, but even I am shocked to reveal to you that he has finally passed! There is no heartbeat! I need someone to call his next of kin! The most important person in his life!

So someone call April!

If she doesn't answer, someone call whoever, or whatever, Jordan Jonouchi is!

And if you can't find them, finally you can go ahead and call Revy! Oh, don't tell her the news. Just call her so that she can go fetch you one of the two so you can tell them! And eventually, after they go around spreading the news to all the important people in Moongoose's life, they'll eventually tell Revy. She can't be the first because we have to respect Moongoose's wishes and realize that he was always ashamed of seeing Revy! Because she reminded him just how low and pathetic he was because they're a reflection on each other! That's why while Revy continues to go around embarrassing herself, failing to bounce back from all her traumas in life before and during her OWA career, it just goes to show that Moongoose will never recover either. Just like when it's game over for her when I make her pass out, it'll be clear to all the fans that it was game over for Moongoose a long time ago.

Jonetta throws the Moongoose manikin back in the trash and takes a seat on the table, as if giving the audience a harsh talking to.

Jonetta: Now do not try to say you disagree with me that this is how it goes. Liars are always running around as if they don't believe in eugenics, but we all do. With dogs, we're perfectly fine talking about thoroughbreds vs the trash, and the most intelligent people selectively pick their mates to conceive the best children they can. So why not fess up and be direct about the fact that the Moongoose family dilutes the gene pool of the entire human race, and it is fortunate that their dysfunction is seemingly making it more apparent that their family line is shown being bred out? At least in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, after Game Over, we may not have to deal with any more McQueens.  

Jonetta smiles at the thought. But then stops herself and puts an index finger up saying she wants to add a point.

Jonetta: Now Revy, I didn't want to have to be this frank with you. But don't you dare act aghast now. You were right there with the rest of us when we did what we had to do with Kenny Drake's widow. You have no right to appeal to these people and pull at their heartstrings over what I say about your loser family. In fact, you were the worst of us; you spent a once in a lifetime wish to get her out of here and out of the company her dead lover called home. So it's only fair that the turnabout happens now that you're the grieving fool who has all her emotions out of whack. Now I would have left you alone if you had just accepted that I kicked you on your tush and sent you packing out of my life, but since you just won't leave me alone these types of reality checks will continue to be put in that massive Revy saving's account of traumatic abuses. I don't know how much I have to hurt you until you get a clue that I'm not good for you, Revy, but I will continue to deal with you as the gutter trash you are until that happens!

You should know this! That's how we did it when dealing with people during the Demo Corps. We didn't care about their feelings.We abused their relationships. We beat up the people that Diantha and Natalie cared about the most, as they swore up and down that they'd avenge them to no avail. We mocked Kenny Drake even after his wife didn't have any fight in her left, just to send a message. In fact the way they latched onto the past and couldn't let it go as they kept a death grip on the division is what bothered us most! So we kept on hitting them, again, and again, and again, until there was nothing left of them! So why do you fight what you know is coming? Why do you make me have to hurt you? Do you think I wanted to drag this out? Revy, we're forever connected legacy wise due to the Demo Corps. Sure, you took the business arrangement a bit too personally, but that bond won't be forgotten. I didn't want people to know that I used to associate with vermin, I wanted you to go away as quietly and peacefully as possible so that people only remembered you for when your problems were well hidden behind the greats you got to hang out with.

Is it because you still underestimate me? Despite me being the one who climbed the highest out of our entire group? Despite I had to carry most of you up to the mountain top in the first place???

Jonetta takes out a surgical/dissection knife and makes movements with the knife to indicate she is fantasizing about either cutting up more animals, or people.

Jonetta: We were all killers, but the three of you always acted like I was the odd one out. The pampered one. The pretty blonde one. The one who isn't a true killer because I killed animals while the rest of you took people's lives. But you all just never got it. You were all women unable to translate your bloodlust into anything in the land of professional wrestling, as you admitted with yourself, wrestling was to curb all of your blood lusts! When is the last time any of you have been able to actually kill anyone? You've all softened with time! The three of you had to wean yourselves off of your old habits and become better people to be allowed in this company! But me? I was allowed to become worse than I ever was before. Oh, I still get to travel the world and cut up animals whenever the hell I feel like, I do it all the time! But there's more now that I get to wrestle. Finally, I have the ability to treat people like the animals I hunt and maim! And you damn well know, I don't consider the lowlifes that get in the ring with me as anything above the beasts I get to slay!

Jonetta puts the knife to her own throat.

Jonetta: In a fight for much less, Llorona once had a knife by my throat, I even helped her put it there to show her I wouldn't back down. If I could do that, do you really think I'll ever apologize to you? Do you think your threats will ever stop me??? Now that I'm World Champion and am fighting for everything that matters in the world? Of course not, nothing you will ever do will scare me, Revy. I'm not even sure you have the guts to pull truly pull the trigger Revy, everything about you lately has revealed you to be a soft-hearted fool. From not putting me away when you had the chance. To not making sure your disgusting brother had the plug pulled too so he wasn't kept around as a damn vegetable.

But I do know one thing.

Jonetta stabs the knife into the table.

Jonetta: I know I'm not about to give you a chance in that ring. Revy, you've never been this natural-born destroyer in that ring you're suddenly pretending to be. You barely escaped Nakita. Everytime you've gotten an edge on me, you've had a weapon to back you up.

Jonetta looks at her hands.

Jonetta: I've clobbered you with these hands, and that's how I always demolish my adversaries. I don't have flashbangs. I don't have a big knife. I use these hands that everyone thinks are too pretty and pampered to break bones and tear at flesh! I remind people of physics that a 5'10" 175 fighter that has been in sports since she could put on ice skates has a whole lot more force behind her blows than you blow away by the wind featherweights! The fact that you call me a "little white girl" goes to show how delusional even other women can be when they see a hot blonde in front of them and suddenly think they're dealing with some sort of damsel. I deal with it all the time, the men think they can sweep me under my feet to rescue me like I've been waiting for, and the women think I'm some whore who has invisible sexual partners in OWA, just because of my hair colour. Revy, you nimrod, I'm going to be tossing you around that ring and after I starch you to end it all, I'll want you to then tell people what was so "little" about the woman that towers over you in size, smarts, class, and ability!

Jonetta puts her hands down and stares angrily at the camera.

Jonetta: Oh, and you can act above it all you want, Revy, but despite what you say about championship gold, being in a championship bout like this will be too much for your small heart and hands to handle. I wasn't just being mean, I truly believe you might pass out from the pressure of this match alone due to what your family is made of.

Jonetta points at the title.

Jonetta: You'll never get rid of this. Someone like you getting their hands on it would only make you become some sort of Gollum. Save it hun, you're not as pure and incorruptible as you'd like to believe! Everyone knows your type. The "I'm different than the other girls" type, you think pretending not to care about vain stuff makes you special, but that's a coping mechanism so you aren't depressed over the fact you just aren't good enough to have what the best women get all of the time! Revy, you've always been a little curr that gets passed up and passed on as you watch the other women in the industry around you claim success while you stay in place with nothing to show for it. That's why you tried to be a lapdog to those you saw would become successful and then bared your wretched little fangs when we eventually tried to leave you behind.

IF, you were ever to get this, you'd be like the dog who caught the car.

But I never liked that concept. It's very fantastical. Very unscientific. Dogs don't catch cars that are in movement. Therefore they may as well not be deemed to catch cars at all. Someone like you will never catch a woman who continues to take this business further and further to new levels! We all know what really happens when mutts play in traffic. They get sent to an office much like this one, and someone like me has to put them down.

Jonetta puts the championship on her shoulder before glaring at the camera before walking off as it goes to black.

Game-Over Pre-Showpromo #2: The Myths of the Truth


{The screen fades in and we find ourselves in what appears to be an old TV studio somewhere, but years of neglect and ill use has left it a total shadow of its former self. But sitting there in the middle of a news desk is the Japanese Hanya mask for Mirth-its creepy demonic smile distracts the camera man that he jumps when a low, dark chuckle at which point the camera man spins around to come face to face with Ryo Sakazaki who in turn is also wearing another Mirth mask which he then slowly removes}

“Tell me truly, Rammy, how does it feel to cosplay as me?”

“Does it make you feel good, feel sexy...does it make your lackluster of a hack manager in Miss Chase feel hot to see you in my old and possibly stolen ring gear?”

“Come now, Rammy, and be honest.”
 
{Ryo rubs his chin thoughtfully for a moment before he stops and looks hard at the camera, all sense of mirth is gone}

“The odds of me winning this match just went up even more if this is the level of fucking dedication that you people are paying to this match as it seems that the very fucking concept of, gee I don’t know but maybe FUCKING WRESTLE FOR A CHANCE FOR A TITLE?!”

“You see Rammy, while you are quick to jump on the bandwagon of “Let’s hate us some Ryo Fuckazaki!!”, but you yourself should look to your own mirrors for you are just as big a fucking joke arounnd here as I am, Rammy, but where I am mocked and hated for being one of the most solid and hard working fighters in ths entire fucking company, you are nothing more than lame ass Bollywood Boy copy and paste palatte swap of your’s truly!!

“Did you get all of this wonderful advice from your manager in Kimmie there? Dear little Kimmie Not Possible, have you managed to do actually anything successful with any of your clients at all...don’t worry, you don’t have to honestly answer that as your track record over in WrestleWorld is speaking louder than that screech of yours could ever. But let us not focus on your failures anymore then shall we?”

“No, because thien we would be here all day and I have better things to ducking do with my precious time then sit around here and listen to Rammy and you waking the fucking poetic over a bunch of horseshit when instead you can come on don and listen to the most satisfing sound of my right foot connecting to Rammy’s jaw and silencing him before I move on to win my shot at the Hybrid championshipbecause out of evey fucking wrestler in this match, not only am I the only serious about taking this fucking chance and running with it, you all seem to be yanking your fucking puds over how much I fucking suck and not one of you, not a damned fucking one of you dickless fucking pencil-necked pedantic twats CAN COME UP WITH ANYTHING NEW TO INSULT ME WITH!!”

“Now at the preshow if you hate me now, then you’re really going to fucking hate me when I leave with that title shot and you all will decry me and demand that I give you each a shot at my title shot, just like when I destroy Nobi and hold up my OWA Hybrid championship, you all will still decry me and scream that my win was a fluke and then even more of you fans will cry for me to die horribly in that ring and not a single one of you fucking fans out there can deny it, I dare you to *TRY*!!”

“So come all ye haters and drink heavily of your Hater Aide, because Ryo Sakazaki is about to give you all a real reason to hate me when I place my name in the title histories of this company…”

{Ryo then goes to put his mask back on but stops and smiles at the camera}

“Now get ready to kiss my fucking ass, because this Demon is claiming hhis shot!”

{Ryo then pulls his mask down, only the mask has changed to the Hanya face for “Fury” as the screen fades to black}

“The sun’s beaming...ya ready?”

The camera opens to Stephanie sitting at the balcony of her hotel in Pasadena, enjoying a late-night dinner with a glass of wine. Matsuda takes a sip before continuing.


“It doesn’t surprise me that I barely heard anything from my competitors. They would be remiss to admit this, but from the moment this match was made I had their number. I’ve noticed a commonality amongst the women of Odyssey: more bark than bite. They talk a good game, and they even have their little moments, but when it’s time to stand above the entire roster, they all fall flat. Don’t let the GFX on the OWA.com site fool ya. Just because the Women’s World Champion is in the middle doesn’t mean they’re the main character. There’s only one protagonist in this godforsaken game and you’re currently listening to the words that are coming out of her mouth. This silence...it’s unnerving in some ways. I think this is some kind of psychological ploy to psyche me out and have me fall into a state of insecurity. If so, then you’re wasting your time. The last weekend of June will become one of the biggest in my career. Well next to the weekend where I finally became OWA Women’s World Champion. Sure there’s a chance I’ll be Undisputed Champion somewhere else, but I’ve always been a women’s wrestler first. Since the indies and my days in JET, it’s a part of my lifeblood. There’s a day where I want this roster to shatter all expectations but for that to happen I have to crush each and every one of you. I have to take what’s leftover and remake it in my image. The future does belong to those girls, but we’re currently in the present and it’s up to me to push them to the edge. I didn’t want to pressure them the way I am, but it is what it is. This is beyond all of us. It’s about the future of women’s wrestling. Regardless if we’re on the same page in our personal lives, Aria, Azumi, and I have made it our mission to protect the future of women’s wrestling. We’re producers on OWT Elektra; Zumi and I own Joshi Extreme Takeover. We’re curators of a better tomorrow. While Aria and Azumi are adopting more traditional leadership roles, I decided to pursue a more hands-on approach. Am I in it for the glory? For a possible sixth world title reign? Of course, I am. I’m a competitor after all. It’s in my job description to compete and win. A professional seeks unattainable perfection. And as someone who once held three of the top women’s titles in this industry - the EAW and WWH Women’s World Championships, and the JET World Championship, It's my privilege to show each of my colleagues what being at your peak looks like. Because...it’s downhill from here.”


“I’m not naive. I know at this moment in time I’ll never be this good for the rest of my career. I have a couple of years of fighting at my full potential before my age starts catching up to me. I won’t be as fast as I used to be, nor will I be as enduring. All it takes is one injury and poof, my career disappears in a puff of smoke. This is why I’m fighting everyone everywhere while I’m still young. I won’t be able to keep up this work ethic on the other side of 35. The end waits for nobody, so you have to accomplish what you can and leave a blueprint that can be followed by those who will come after. Pro wrestling is ever-evolving and I know someday there will be someone who will surpass my accomplishments. In my heart, I hope it’s someone from the new generation. I look at the likes of Hana Nakajima, Alyssa Grace, Rebecca Brookes, and I see a glimmer of hope. When I think of Dulce, I see the face of the Odyssey brand. When I think about Natalie and Llorona I see two women who one day will be considered the baddest bitches who walked the earth. But, they’re not there yet. They think they are, but...they haven’t been tested. None of them have been pushed to their absolute limit like my generation. I proved that at Final Destination. My goal is to bring Odyssey to the finish line where we’ll main event the next FD and I’ll stand toe-to-toe with anyone who tries to stop me from doing what must be done. I don’t have time for false pretenses or this hooting and hollering these girls do on a bi-weekly basis. I’m interested in the results. I won’t rest ‘till Odyssey is the most talked about brand in the industry.”

“Just like I did with Empire.”


“Just like Zumi and I do with JET.”


“Just like Marlyn Bellamy, Madam Vega, and myself do with LAW.”


“Everything I touch turns to fucking gold in this industry. Fuck Matt Miles- I’m the bitch with the golden touch.” 


“I keep telling these girls...it’s not just about winning these week to week matches. It’s not just about these little title runs. It’s about what you do when the spotlight is on you. Or, what you’re willing to do to keep it on you. I’ll do anything to let these heauxes know that this isn’t a game. Every time I succeed, that’s putting food on the table for those around me. These championship bonuses I’ve been making the past year allowed me to renovate my gym, it let me hire more staff and a social worker for my foster kids. Hell, the Cloud Nine Center wouldn’t be a reality if it wasn’t for my recent efforts. I’ve prevented the small businesses in my neighborhood from being run out by gentrifiers. The money I made from my Pride appearances this month? I donated every cent to the Queer Liberation March. This is what it means to take responsibility ladies. We have to be larger than life, to force the masses to accept us whether they like it or not. I’m not going to give the public a choice on whether or not they like me…”


“I’m going to fucking make them. With my foot to their throats, they will recognize the excellence of The Queen of Fighters and her Odyssey compatriots? How? By forcing the best out of these girls. I’m going to run them through the wringer and deliver some of the best matches the world has ever seen. I’m going to teach these girls like I teach my kids - in fact, I’m not just The QOF of OWA. I’m the Sensei of Odyssey. Class is in session and they will learn. In fact, let’s review the flaws of my opponents and how I will correct them to make them stronger.”


“First, we have Natalie Cage. One of the toughest brawlers on the brand. She can take as much as she can dish out, but she has a tendency to lose focus. All she does is run around like a godforsaken Lemming, beating her chest like a cave bitch. This neanderthal thinks she can tear down what I’ve spent years building!? She can't comprehend what I’m building. Odyssey needs someone who is willing to lay everything on the line, someone who is willing to put themselves out there. Not a trigger-happy Chola, an unwashed Brit, and a Tex-Mex who’s just “happy to be here”. Speaking of which…”


“Sometimes I look at Dulce and I think to myself “why is such a talented young woman chained to one place?” She would kill it in Wrestleworld. She would definitely be a titleholder in EWC- hell I’d give her a contract to JET or LAW if she was interested. Instead, she’s slaving away in the kitchen while waiting on Massa Aria’s approval. There’s nothing wrong to be Odyssey bred and born...if your goal is just to be a good hand. To lead a movement, one has to become it. When I win in other places they wonder where I come from and the first thing they’ll see when they look me up is my time here. Dulce thinks she’s ready like she’s the smartest kid in class. She’s sitting at the front desk with her shoulders straightened out and that apple bottom seated firmly in her chair, eager to please the teacher. Odyssey doesn’t need good students, sweets. It needs people who aren’t afraid to color outside the lines such as Hana, April, and others. While this is home base, we’re like Viltrumites - conquering everywhere we see fit. But, good girls always stay that way, huh? When I get my hands on Dulce I’ll show her what it means to truly dominate someone. Her beliefs will be shattered by my hands. She’ll have no choice but fall on her knees before the Sensei of Odyssey and recognize who’s the better competitor. And then I shall train her through the art of violence and remake her into something...exquisite.”

A sinister expression came over Stephanie’s face.

“But first, Dulce Torres must die.”


“Heh, in what way? I’ll leave that for the fans to figure out.”


“Last. but not least, we have Llorona. Something tells me she’s gonna fit as much as she can in one long ass video where she goes on about how dangerous she is. Meh, been there, done that. She walks around like she’s a gangsta and I don’t give a shit how much of a chola she thinks she is. This poor excuse for a Fast and Furious extra thinks she can outwrestle me. Unlike her, I was able to beat Roxy for a world title. That’s how I won my PWN World Championship. Roxy, someone who held the Women’s World Championship before all of my opponents was humbled before the Queen of Fighters. Just like Alyssa and just like Natalie. That’s what I do to my rivals..I humble them. Hell, after my war with Aria, we became a successful tag team. One way or another I make people see the light. I make them know, understand, and believe where I’m coming from. And judging from this contest of words, it looks like I made my point. I just spent the last couple of hours addressing the man I’m going to dethrone for the EWC Championship, the oldest active world title in this industry. Before I become the Undisputed Champion of the world, I’m going to put all of you heauxs to a knee and force your submission as I become Number One Contender to the Women’s World Championship. And this is after showing up for SHW/LAW’s World War Z show, and helping backstage during both JET New World Revolution shows. Also, squeeze in the classes I teach twice a week. This is who your ladies are going up against - someone who doesn’t take any days off. There’s nobody on Odyssey who can match my hunger, my drive. But don’t worry, because I’m going to teach you. I’m going to teach each and everyone one of you to be bigger than yourselves. I’m going to show each of you what it means to be bigger than the promotions you work for, and the colleagues who surround you. I’m going to show you why I was able to flex a contract out of Bob Taylor where I received three guaranteed title shots along with the ability to go to any brand I please.”

Stephanie leaned forward with a wild grin.

“Yes. Surprise, surprise, Aria doesn’t sign my checks. Neither does Scott Oasis or Nasir Moore. My contract is the only one handled directly by Mr. Taylor and his personal secretary. While nobody knows where good ‘ol Bob is, his secretary has been working closely with my agent Mao Ichimichi to meet my needs. Yes, that means I’m bigger than Odyssey…”

Stephanie leaned back and crossed her legs as Samantha Garza walked into view. She places a hand on the shoulder of the future Women’s World Champion.

“I’m bigger than OWA. Not Jeff X, not Jonetta, not Darkane, nobody. There’s no one on this god-forsaken roster that comes close. I’m tired of hiding this fact And I think it’s time that I proved why this is an absolute. This weekend I shall take the wrestling world by storm, and from there the Summer of Cloud will begin anew. Know it. Understand it. Believe it.”


Stephanie snapped her fingers as the camera faded.



Later that night…

After a brief conversation with her manager, Stephanie dismissed Samantha for the night. The Queen of Fighters was standing on the balcony when she heard a knock on the door. Matsuda calmly walked through the swanky Penthouse and opened the door. It was ‘Her’. Stephanie smiled and opened the door for her guest as she strolled into the room, looking around in awe.

“You always liked to do it big, huh?” She asked, looking around the room.

Stephanie smiled as she walked back to the balcony and returned with a wine bottle and two glasses.

“Meh, Samantha said I needed to walk the talk, so here we are. You know better than anybody that I like to keep things low-key.”

“Uh, yeah sure.” She cracked a smile as she took a wine glass from Stephanie. “Is Monica here?”

Stephanie’s eyes narrowed as she poured her guest a glass followed by her own.

“I think you know the answer for that. She’s on tour with LAW for Lethal League.”

‘She’ shrugged her shoulders as she continued to admire the penthouse. After taking a sip from her glass, she finally spoke again.

“Well, I’m not here to carry a conversation.”

“I know.”

“Then...what do you want to do?”

“I think you know.”

Stephanie walked towards the light switch and turned it off.

“Let’s get to it then.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nakita DuBov: "So, how typical does Rebecca Filth have to be to just pick out all the things that I have said and only ride on it like a she's deep throating a hotdog and then discard me? I know that things haven't faired well for me thus far in Season Four, but all I need is one match, one moment, one opportunity to turn all around and I am right back where I need to be. Do you hear what I'm saying Kevin?"

(Nakita DuBov says with a calm and focused confidence after watching the latest promo of one seven other competitors set to compete against her OWA Openweight Number One Contender Battle Royal on Game Over Battle Pass. Nakita sits on the bench lacing up her boots to her completed ring gear as she puts on the finishing touches in preparation for the night. Her advocate and manager, Kevin Edward LeBrock sits across from her on a bench quietly twisting his cane around on his fingers wearing his custom white three pieced suit like as if he was Dr. Gregory House. "Never Die Easy: The Autobiography of Walter Payton" sits respectfully next to Nakita bookmarked toward the end showing that she is nearly almost finished.)

Nakita: "I knew that coming into this match, that would be the entire mindset of these other competitors as well as the rest of the climate for the entire OWA Universe that they would be so dismissive of me. I get that and I was more than ready to fully embrace that narrative and backlash from what they would say to me, but I don't know what is worse. To be as athletic or as naturally good and strong and huge compared to all of these coked out meth heads and crack whores like Rebecca Filth and NAMI, or the fact that the entire OWA thinks that this trash panda behavior is the end all, be all narrative for how to get over 101. Oh yeah sure, Rebecca is the hands on favorite to win this match and go on to face the winner of Lizabeth Karlson or Daisy Thrash for the OWA Openweight Champion, but if it is one of many things that I pull out from Mr. Walter Payton is that 'tomorrow is promised to no one'. Nothing is certain. She cannot nor will she just waltz right into this match and expect someone like me, 'The Red-Headed Leviathan' to just lay down and let her sexually grind and dry hump her trash panda ass to victory. She's got another thing coming and this is the match that I need to re-write the entire narrative of the OWA and get back to that thief Liz Karlson and take back what she stole from me in my debut match. I am the biggest, strongest, fastest, most naturally athletic woman on this entire roster and I am going to run right through every last single woman in this match, I will crush their bones into a red puffy cloud of mist, and seal my bid to becoming the number number one contender to the OWA Openweight Championship. This is the match where I utterly and ruthlessly unconditionally unleash my dominance that I know that I am truly capable of and run right through these bitches and end all this talk that I am one and done and ready to be 'futured endeavored'. So fuck Rebecca Filth, fuck NAMI, fuck Skylar Arceneaux, fuck Emmanuelle, fuck Azurine Vebbins, fuck Devi Krysis, and fuck Audrey Atlas. I am Nakita DuBov, I am the Fem Phenom, and at Game Over Battle Pass, these seven bitches will look the Green-Eyed Devil dead in the eye and know that there is no getting passed me. This match is not set in stone for them and I refuse to let myself be disrespected and discarded like a condom on their stained mattress."

(Kevin LeBrock uses his cane and helps him stand up to his feet as he walks over his client and even though she is sitting down she still is taller than him, but yet he remains equal as he looks his client in her green eyes.)

LeBrock: "I've known you for a very long time Nakita. I'm the one that discovered you when you were just starting out in this business. I brought you into this business and have built you up like I have, yeah at some point you walked away from me for Delilah. I didn't like it but I respected your decision, and I wasn't going to stand in the way. You managed to forge your own path outside of pro wrestling and you managed to find happiness when you and Delilah married and then you and her became a mother when Tzofiya Rae came into your life, and yet you still managed to come back to your first love after conquering Hollywood as the most sought after and used stunt woman in the business and show that you didn't need the wrestling business but you could come back at any time even at the age of 43 years old. You walk to the beat of your own drum. You are not marked by fate and you make your own decisions and live with whatever consequences that come with it. You more than are ready to accept the fact that coming in at this stage of the game you were going to be faced with an uphill battle but you did it anyway without question. You had debut match all but one and a thief like Liz Karlson stole that from you but you have not let it detour you. It is normal to feel frustrated in the situation that you are in but you have been more than capable of accepting that challenge head on. You have never done any of this with PEDs, with coke, with crack, etc. You have never been recovering. You are the very definition of straight edged except the only difference is that you don't feel compelled to tattoo it or wear it on your arm. You just...are. You're just...you. Nobody, not you, you Rebecca Filth, not Emmanuelle, not NAMI, not Skylar, not Devi, not Azurine, certainly not even Audrey's narcoleptic sleepy ass. You just have to go out and grab this opportunity with both hands and not let it slip."

Nakita: "Thanks for that Eminem."

LeBrock: "I'm not done, but I get it. Sweetness himself said it that Tomorrow is promised to no one. The only way that you can truly become the new number one contender for the OWA Openweight Championship, is to go out there and do what you do, and that is lay waste to every last woman in this match decisively and unconditionally. Expect no quarter and be completely relentless from ring bell to ring bell. Of course they are not going to lay down to you, but by the end of the night they will be forced to acknowledge that you are the unequivocally dominating, eviscerating, annihilating, greatest and best Nakita DuBov that I truly believe that you are born to be. Nobody likes the circumstances of being delegated to Battle Pass, but this is only temporary. It is not permanent. All you need is this match to get back to doing what you do. All you need is this match to re-write the entire narrative in the OWA and get the unforgettable name of Nakita DuBov to be on everybody's lips once again. This is the match when the where we see the native from Phoenix Arizona come in and be as brutal and vicious and as nasty as she wants to be. This is the match where she takes all these seven other Beta bitches and tosses them over the top ropes one right after the other in epic fashion. This is when we all finally embrace the real Nakita DuBov. Now go out there and crush these trash pandas and make them remember your name."

Nakita: "You know, people like Rebecca Filth do in fact talk a mean game. They maybe street smart and have some ring psychology down to a tee, but as I have said before, it is really funny how all that bravado goes right out the window, or in this case out of the ring when you've been knocked on your ass. Oh yeah sure Bex's can call herself an aerialist, that she has cat-like reflexes, and that her Full-Metal whore bull schtick can save her ass long enough to get her to the golden ticket at the end of this rainbow, but then all it takes in one one six foot four, one-hundred eighty pound bad ass chick from the Phoenix Valley to plum knock her cancer stick smoking ass legitimately out of commission and toss her right over that top rope. While Bex is sucking air because the cigarettes are darkening her already blackened lungs and making it oh-so-hard to breathe in this match. The well conditioned and naturally peaked performance from the inside and out Nakita DuBov has shocked the entire world by eliminated the Gutter Whore from this match and secured her shot at becoming the new OWA Openweight Champion. Bex has never faced me one on one so she has no room to talk. Liz Karlson has yet to face me one on one, and Daisy Thrash can only say that she BARELY survived and inked out a win over me, but lets face it. Little miss Crooked Neck doesn't stand a chance. She knows it and I know it and if I have to face off against Thrash, not only will I take the OWA Openweight Championship from her, but I will be the final nail in her coffin that will end her storied comeback story of the year career. As for Liz Karlson, I told you that I would one day get back to you and take back what you had stolen from me when I take your title. You are a thief and I am coming for you where you will be displayed at the gallows and I will chop those hands right off from your wrists. So please get passed Thrash with my Openweight title so that my victory will be all the sweeter."


"This is not my time to steal. I never have to steal anything, but come Game Over, come Battle Pass. I'm just taking it. I'm taking it all."

(Nakita DuBov gets up and walks out of the locker room as she heads down for her upcoming match leaving her manager and advocate Kevin LeBrock standing by in front of the camera.)

LeBrock: "And just not prediction, that goes well beyond fact, transcended way beyond spoiler, that just...is."

(Kevin LeBrock casually walks off with his cane in his hand in Nakita's direction toward the ring as the scene slowly fades out.)

“Harder, come on! Put some real strength into it.” The voice of her father echoed in the gym, Savannah hitting the ropes as hard as she could, rebounding off of them as she charged forward to hit her younger brother, Asher, with a Hurricanrana. Swinging around easily as she sent him across the ring. She dropped down to one knee, bangs brushed from her face as she whipped her head backwards. As Asher stood a few feet away in this new position, Savannah springboarded off of the ropes, to nail him with a Sunset Flip. Asher catches the brunt of it as Savannah flips him into a pinning position, Jaxon clapping in the background as she moves off of her brother. There’s a bright grin on her lips, though it’s something akin to stalking prey.

A darker glint to her eyes as Asher locks eyes with her. He stands up to a vertical position, one she mimics as both siblings crack their knuckles and then their necks carefully. Jaxon stands at ringside as he watches his kids go to work, putting on a full clinic with one another with ease. If there was one thing they were good at, it was wrestling. An outlet they had become more than comfortable with over the years. Wrestling had been the one constant thing in their lives since Jaxon had gotten involved with Savannah’s mother. He may not have been related by blood, but he took up the role of father just a few months after he began dating Savannah’s mother. Something that wasn’t looked at as the normal ideals, but when you knew? You just knew.

Savannah and Asher had wrestled one another for almost over an hour, both of them wearing exhaustion heavily as they sat on the ring apron. Water bottle nestled carefully in her lap as she takes a moment to collect herself. It’s been a busy past couple of weeks, she’s mentally and physically and emotionally drained. But, she needs to focus on the here and now and the task at hand. “Are you even listening to me?” Asher’s voice breaks her from her own thoughts as eyes open slowly to glance in his direction. “No, sorry. I was--” She’s cut off as he scoffs, his eyes rolling. “Lost in your own thoughts again, yeah, I know. Anyway, the point is that you’ve got a lot resting on your shoulders this week. I know you have a lot going on in there.” He lightly taps at her temple, causing a small laugh to escape the smaller woman.

“But, if you keep letting that boil and spill over? You’ll miss the mark again. You know how everyone already looks at you. They think you’re mere fodder and you’re going to fail this just like you do most things when they’re dangled right in front of your face.” He pauses, takes a few sips from his water bottle as he gives her a moment to let those words sink in. “But, those of us who know what you’re capable of? We know you’re destined for greatness. There’s just something you’re missing. You’re this close to an opportunity you and MYOJIN have worked so hard to earn. Yet, you’ve got your head on the wrong path and you’re all over the place. So, what are you going to do? Fester in your own faults or dust yourself off and try again?” There’s but a brief pause. “You make your own destiny, Savannah. That’s the one piece of advice that you’ve given me that I have kept close to me for so many years. You keep fighting and you don’t look back or let anyone get in your way.”

Savannah sits there, complete silence filling the air as she lets the words really sink in for her. Brows knit together for a moment, a look of frustration crossing her features. “Fall seven times, stand up eight. No matter what, I always come back ten times harder, don’t I?” She shoots him a look, gentle grin flashing across her features for a moment. “This is an opportunity I can’t afford to ruin this time. Not just because I’m involved, but I’d be letting down more than just myself this time. There’s a lot to lose and a lot to prove here for me and MYOJIN. I would hate to cause him a loss at my own fault, but then again… There are two other teams involved in this match. Two other teams who could just as easily lose in their own right. All of us have our faults, no matter how many times people try to put those faults on me. But, I’m not going down without putting up one hell of a fight. That much I can attest to.” She rolls her neck slightly, feeling the tension there release and pop as she lets out a content sigh. She pats a hand against her brother's leg before hopping off of the apron. “Thanks for the pep talk, dingus. I’ll see you later.” She waves a hand, towel tossed around her neck as she heads out of the gym without another word. Asher left on the apron as he merely shakes his head at his sister's antics.

A few hours have gone by since she’s returned to her hotel room, seated on the floor just in front of the bed. Legs crossed carefully as she sets her phone up properly. The view opens up to a close up of Savannah’s face before she properly positions herself. Legs cross once again as she makes herself comfortable. Gentle breath inhaled as she wiggled some fingers towards the camera in greeting. “I’ve got a lot to say, so I’m just going to get right down to it. For starters, hi Finn!” She waves at the camera, adjusts herself to sit up properly as hands drop into her lap a moment later. “You sure had a lot to say about me for someone who claims not to be a scorned lover, disappointed support system, friend, blah blah blah. I stopped playing make believe a long time ago, Finn. I’m not the same delusional girl I was before. It’s beginning to make me sound like a broken record, the way I have to continuously prove that to everyone. The world is not made of sunshine and rainbows and you make your own destiny around here. I am the decider of my own fate. I decide when and where my career ends. I like to think I’ve been doing damn good so far though. I don’t live my life how other people think I should live it. I don’t go down paths they think I should follow. For a while now, I have been forging my own path and following it wherever it leads me. But, let’s rewind a bit on some other things you brought up.”

“Yes, we were young plucky kids at one point. Looking at the world through rose colored glasses and grinning and bearing it whenever the going got tough. It’s what we were used to, being knocked down, only to come back fighting ten times harder each time. If you think bringing up our past relationship is going to have any effect on me? You’re going to have to dig a little deeper than that, darling. Relationships come and go for people sometimes. It’s never a bad thing though, I like to think things just end without a fault on either end. People can remain friends at the end of it all. In some cases, anyway. We were friends, after all of that. Before all of that. At the beginning of it all, you were one of the first friends I made. But, friendship only goes so far in this business and I learned that a long time ago. I’ll admit to one thing: You’re right. I let myself squander opportunities, I stopped believing in myself. I let myself drown every single time a moment of importance was laid before me.” She pauses, inhaling a deep breath as she pulls herself together.

“But, I am no longer that same person. These days, I’m fighting harder and doing everything I can to make sure I have someone to believe in. I don’t need the screaming fans and the support system that I have. I learned a long time ago that the only person I can depend on in this life? That’s me. At the end of the day, no one else is going to stick around and be there when the cards are down. So, why should I put all of my trust in one person or a dozen?”

“No offense to MYOJIN, who I absolutely adore and cherish. But, I’ve been burned many times and I know he has my best interest at heart. Even if part of me is concerned about allowing myself to get attached to another partner. But, MYOJIN and I have so much more in common than we care to admit. I am no role model, Finn. I haven’t been a role model for a very long time. I’ve failed countless times, I’ve let myself and others down. So, why keep trying to do things to cater to everyone else? Why keep trying to do things that I believe will keep me on the good side of everyone that cares about me? I don’t. I do what I want when I want these days. Which is the kind of attitude that gets you places, right? I mean, you should know all about that. A loss doesn’t crush me these days, does it sting? Sure. But, I bounce back every single time and I pick up the pieces when all of them fall apart. At the end of the day, I’m the one that has to watch my own back and that’s just how it is even now. But, I’m not going to waste anymore time talking about someone who has done enough talking over the past few days. There are other things to factor into this. Other people who I need to, unfortunately, talk about.”

There’s a moment of silence as she collects her thoughts, though you can tell she’s affected by things previously discussed. However, she pulls herself together and gets right back on track. “There’s a lot of people to factor into things. But, I don’t have a lot of time to talk. So, I’ll cut right to the chase and be on with my day. There’s a lot of people who don’t think me and MYOJIN are cut out for this. But, I feel like we’ve more than proven lately that this is exactly where we should be. We work well together, better than some of the others can say. We are a tandem unit who flow together and know each other so well by now, that we know how to properly coordinate. A combination of pure willpower and determination. For too long we have been a pair of underestimated and disrespected people. You can only push someone who is nice for so long… until they inevitably push back and things get that much worse for you."

"We are not going to be the underdogs in this story any longer. From here on out, we are going to hit back ten thousand times harder in order to prove that we are here to stay. Team Starburst started out as something that perhaps would have been inevitably temporary. But, MYOJIN and I are more than just friends. We’re two people with common goals who have so much in common that we know what it takes to really take it the extra mile. It’s not hard to see that we have our work cut out for us and that the others may believe us to be at a disadvantage. But, we’re going to do whatever it takes to make sure we come out as the victors because at the end of it all? Only one team can be victorious at the end of this battle.”

“Do you understand what it’s like to continue to fight when everyone thinks so little of you? Do you understand what it’s like to be so underestimated that no matter what, you’re willing to go against everything you believe in to prove yourself to the doubters? We’re hungry and we’re not going to stop until we have exactly what we deserve in our grasp. No matter what lies before us, we’re going to keep knocking down all obstacles in our path to ensure we come out with what we want. Not the team that doesn’t even want to work together. Not the team consisting of two men who have literally tried to kill people on national television before. But, a team who not only can remain on the same page. But, also know how to keep their heads on straight no matter what is thrown their way. We are not that naive bunch of kids people mistake us for. There is a lot of fire and determination left inside of us to branch out and extend into a fiery explosion inside the ring. We know that our opportunity is something others claim was handed to us. But, that’s how things work sometimes and who is going to say no to an opportunity at gold with your friend?”

“Nothing is going to get in the way of our path. We paved our own destiny and it’s led us to this very moment. At the end of the day, grit and determination can only get you so far until you start fighting fire with fire. This is not going to be an easy task, but nothing is ever easy in this business. You walk into a fire and you usually douse it with water. But, in this kind of environment? You bring out Molotov's and flamethrowers and you throw no caution to the wind as you take out anything in your path. No matter what happens, we’re going out there to put on the fight of our lives and we’re going to make sure no one has the balls to disrespect us again. At the end of this match, everyone will know that Team Starburst is not as sweet as their name may be.”

FRIDAY, JUNE 25TH
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
12:32AM PACIFIC TIME

(Our scene begins with a quick scan of night time Los Angeles. While not as active as it would be in the daytime, the identity of the city of angels is still very much apparent on this Thursday - now Friday evening. The lights are shining bright, cars continue to drive down the road and an air of chatter and excitement resonates throughout the location. As we scroll upward toward the hills, into the gated communities of the more elite civilians, we enter an area that is much more quiet and discrete.  A place that is composed of neighborhoods that are grand and lavish, living up to the ideals many dream of going to LA for, yet is far removed from the rest of the typical culture. 

It’s discrete, exclusive, peaceful. Behind these gates is nothing but executives, entertainers, and many other people of wealth, all of whom are remaining lowkey this late in the evening, either settling in and quietly doing their nightly routine or already fast asleep for a big business day in the morning. The only exception to this can be found at the pristine white mansion at the edge of the hills, which currently has a single light peeking through the window on the top level. We see a shadowy figure watching as a dark grey Camaro is pulling up to the property. The figure walks away, perhaps looking to meet whoever is inside the car.

The passengers of the vehicle turn off their headlights and step out of the vehicle upon seeing the figure begin to head downstairs. The three people in the car are none other than New York Goons Papichulo and Cabron, and their ringleader La Llorona.)

Cabron: We’re really back in action, huh? Kinda thought we’d take a break from doing stuff like this, maybe lay low for a while.

La Llorona: Hustlers never take breaks. That’s how you lose your edge. You always grind, you always get more. The only reason you stop is if you’re ready to die. That’s the motto we were taught, Cabron. Never forget that.

Cabron: I get all of that, but at the same time Llorona….you got a match in how many days? And we’re out here doing dirt so close to the show date?

La Llorona: We knock out this deal and then a few days later I knock out three bitches’ teeth and get my title shot. I don’t get your point, what is the big deal? I’m not someone who forgets where they came from, we’ve done this countless times.

Cabron: I’m just saying, this is your first match back since losing the Womens title and it’s a big one. You and I know we weren’t expecting for Final Destination to go the way that it did….it’s just, I don’t know…..maybe you should worry less about gang relations and more about getting into the gym. Training. Focusing on the business that is really getting us paid and turned this into a second income.

La Llorona: The fuck are you talking about?

Cabron: Clearly something was missing at Final Destination. You shouldn’t have lost that match and the fact that you did ended up doing some damage to you. You can’t pretend as if you haven’t stayed away from the ring for a reason. You know something is up. You know you were off that night and haven’t corrected it. Maybe getting caught too much in Llorona the image, the gangster legend, is the root of it. The balance is off and continuing doing these kinda jobs is putting weight on the wrong side of the scale. The real move is more training. We should be up at night in the ring. Going over routines, studying tapes. We outgrew doing this on the regular.

La Llorona: Outgrew this? Are you serious, my guy?

(Llorona comes in close to Cabron, clearly offended.)

La Llorona: It’s a good thing you’re not the coach I never asked for because you clearly don’t know what I need. Living this life and committing to it is what got me to be champion, Cabron. My identity as a main eventer was forged by every experience I went through hopping in one of those cars and carrying out the mission of the day so we could get paid and up our notoriety. It’s the mentality that was born from alleyway shankings, blood splatters on the wall and bullet casings which gave me more heart, character -- EVERYTHING in comparison to my so-called peers.

(La Llorona takes her finger and points it straight in Cabron’s chest.)

La Llorona: You know who else is probably in the gym looking over tape and doing basic ass plays in a practice ring? My GameOver opponents! And the fuck I wanna be like those bozos for when I’ve outclassed them all at one point or another. The hell are they learning that will give them an edge over me? Look at me, Cabron. Analyze me at this exact moment. Think about the atrocities I’ve done while out on runs with you. Think about how BRUTAL and surgical I am any time I get called to do this. In the zone I am right now in front of this house….what makes those bitches more of a threat in comparison? What makes them even close? They’re all a bunch of bots from the cookie cutter wrestler factory with a different skin painted on before they got rolled out. Anyone can learn how to master a headlock and slap in some boring holds like Ms. Technical Dulce Torres; those fundamentals go out the window once you take a boot in the head or your fingers get snapped. Anyone can PLAY tough and dress themselves up to look like the local hood stud while they whore themselves out to every C-list fed in the universe to get some bi-annually defended world titles. We’ve seen how that approach works for Cloud when she does it to make herself look like she didn’t already fall off three years ago; still doesn’t change the fact she’s a wrestling grandma with a back as bad as her record against Allesandro. And shoot, anyone can do the Natalie Cage workout - just do a watered down take on whatever you see your perpetual midcard brother doing and base all your perceived aggression around the new curse word you just looked up instead of any actual intensity in a fight. 

(Llorona and The Goons head up the stairs and stand by the door, hearing footsteps coming down a staircase and anticipating an arrival.)

La Llorona: None of them know about true war. None of them know how to battle like their life is on the line because they haven’t had to like I have. They get into a headspace. They do quick fixes in their downtime so they can temporarily reach even a fraction of the energy and bravado they give off in their promos. I stay on high alert whenever I’m knee deep in the trenches. The biggest mistake I made during Final Destination week was allowing me to lose my grip on who I am. I’m not some extravagant entrance having, cheery and media ready champion. I entered that match acting too commercial. Too polished. Wanting to come off professional for the cameras. I followed the formula that these Industry Plant Alphas play out to a tee in order to fit a role. Doing things the OWA Performance Center way isn’t my bread and butter. That’s some soft willed civilian shit. An attitude that will leave you as a grunt toiling away for an eternity, constantly having to reach new milestones for relevance instead of having your name etched permanently at the top with an undisputed legacy. It makes you a Cloud. A Dulce. A Natalie. This world, this lifestyle….this is my practice ring. I’m sharpening my focus as a cold blooded killer by standing right here at the door of a kingpin as The Murderous Woman. This trumps any bush league gringo run partner fed or Bishop sponsored wrestling drill. We could walk into this mansion and be surprised with an ambush. The entire organization could be waiting with arms ready to blast us to bits and treat our shot up bodies like badges of honor. This is a deal negotiation. A simple chat over beer is a situation I treat like it’s going to be my demise, so just imagine how I’ll handle walking into the ring as a marked woman while having access to my career’s greatest accolade held over my head?

(We hear the click of the door being unlocked as the trio all straighten up and step aside for it to be opened. We see a large, grey haired man with dark shades on and an impersonal demeanor. He has clearly been seasoned from decades of being involved in his life, showing very little care upon seeing our questionable looking group.)

“Follow me upstairs. The boss will see you.”

(Those are the only words that need to be said before he turns his back and makes his way back to his superior’s study, expecting the crew to follow behind immediately. Llorona is slowed down from taking after his footsteps as the Goons seem to be much more preoccupied with observing the interior. Placed dead center in the middle of the entranceway is a large sized fountain, spraying gallon after gallon of water in impressive fashion. Looking to the side we can see into the living room where a several thousand dollar couch is placed in the fur rug covered space, standing in front of a theater wide flat screen television. Everywhere you look you see the ridiculous spending habits of a shot caller with seemingly endless resources.

Papichulo: Man, I ain’t ever seen a place this nice before.

La Llorona: Don’t get streetstruck by all of the glitz and the glamor. I can’t stand assholes who need to show off like this. If you got it like that, it shows in how you carry yourself. All the fancy cars and the houses do is paint a target on your back. Practically begging for people to take you as a come up. Hello, Jonetta. Now how about you two kids stop running around the candy store and get back into the mindset to complete this task.

(The group finally reach the room they saw above in the window when they first arrived; the room of the man they are looking to do business with. Llorona and The Goons walk in, laying eyes on the druglord who owns this estate. Surrounded by packs and packs of his product and dressed in his finest armani suit, the man sits at his desk with a permanent scowl as if he can’t even be bothered with this deal. He gestures for the three seats laid out opposite to him. The crew take those seats, Llorona opting to take the one that would put her face to face with the man, and are surprised to see that three more bodyguards have now joined them to watch over the ordeal.)

La Llorona: How are you tonight, Mr. Pascal?

Mr. Pascal: Let’s keep it short with the pleasantries and get into what we’re all here for. I have something you want and I’m willing to give it out for a price. Question is if you can meet that price? We’ll have to find out. Starting first with you telling me who exactly it is that your team sent over to me. What representative are you?

La Llorona: Let us not joke around, you know who I am. The heir to the Ramos Cartel.

Mr. Pascal: Llorona, huh?

La Llorona: Yes. And we’re looking for a new partner to work with as we expand our operations. You make us the exclusive distributor of your product and we’ll expand your reach all across the city, all across the state, and across the border lines. Our track record speaks for itself, with a forty percent cut you will be taking in record profit all while merely having to provide us with the opportunity and having faith in us to deliver for you.

Mr. Pascal: Faith in you to deliver, Llorona…..I’m uncertain here. 

La Llorona: And why is that?

Mr. Pascal: You see, I recognize your name in passing from the streets...but I am most familiar with you from the TV. When you have the kind of money that I do, you have to come up with reasons to have use for it. My answer to not knowing what to do with my fortune is becoming a betting man. I love to bet on the championship bouts on Pay-Per-View, and you were my latest bet. You had impeccable odds with the latinos; a sure thing in our eyes. All you had to do was carry out the objective….beat down a self absorbed, silver spooned gringa and a known choke artist who you already had a whole year to take notes on. You were spoken of as a legend who could clear a whole room so two glorified layups should have been taken care of in a matter of minutes. But that didn’t happen, now did it? You lost. Decisively. The first defense is meant to be a “give me” and instead you went and turned it into an embarrassment for every single gang member in our ranks. You got caught lacking badly and it cost me a pretty penny, Llorona. How will this be any different? Why should I trust you to do right by me? Make me proud of who I counted on? The streets are LAUGHING at you at the moment. I can’t attach my name to a joke. That isn’t acceptable. You have a match this weekend I’m meant to bet on as well. You’re leading…...in who everyone thinks will eat the pin. Tell me, Llorona - that match is a microcosm of how you’ll do as my partner - how are you gonna show those easy marks what our circle is like? How will you get that title shot and make me some money if I were to bet on you?

La Llorona: Same way I’m doing with this deal of ours.

(La Llorona gets up and swiftly pulls from her waist. The bodyguards all tense up and reach into their coat pockets. The Goons shuffle out of their chairs in turn. Things move in an INSTANT. THREE POPS. All from one source. Three bodyguards are down on the floor. The Goons have the other with his hands up, and Llorona has her potential partner kissing the desk, having grabbed by him the collar and jammed his face into the table. He taps the desk and kicks his feet as there is uncharacteristic panic in his reaction.)

La Llorona: Slaughter them in a way that every viewer will never forget. Put fear into their hearts to remind them who I am. Fuck all of that chatter, I just show up and take what’s mine. And if anyone has the balls to tell me no, I cram their bravado down their throat and make them choke on it while I curbstomp their head into the pavement. I was off of my purpose for one night. One night out of nearly thirty years of being a soldier out in the fields. It took me all of that time to make one mistake. I’ve had the run that I have without ever even knowing what failure like that tastes like. Can you imagine how violent, how depraved, and how HORRIFYING I will get with everything I do from hereon to avoid facing that feeling ever again? My name isn’t a tribute to a myth anymore, it is who I am. I am a woman possessed by vengeance. I am here to haunt those who cross my path and make them feel damned for even existing on the same rock as I am. Those are not three challengers to my throne I’m dealing with, those are three body bags that I kick aside into the river and then go about my day. They are names on a memo that I can crumple up and throw into the trash as quickly as I can have their brains splattered on the ground. They will be forced to comply with my claim to the World Championship match, much like you will be forced to give me every last crumb in these packs or face grave consequences. I am no joke. I don’t make people laugh. I make people grieve. Now do you want to be a spectator to my actions, or do you want to be the center of the next funeral made by my hands?

(The previously withdrawn and cocky kingpin is now on the verge of a panic attack, barely holding his composure as he looks into the eyes of Llorona: enraged. Dangerous. Truly meaning everything she says.)

Mr. Pascal: ….I’ll call in a truck and we’ll have this all transported to your possession before the morning is through.

La Llorona: That’s what I like to hear. Hustling is about the strongest getting the best the world has to offer. Much like the wrestling you watch. Only makes sense the baddest bitch gets to champion your product. I know a lot of our competitors wanted their hands in position but I’m glad to see we’re who you’ll invest in. It’s a decision you won’t regret. For your bank account and for your health. 

(La Llorona lets go of Mr. Pascal as he gasps for air. The Goons finish roughing up his right hand man and look to Llorona, almost dumbfounded by how she took this whole situation into a whole new direction.)

La Llorona: Well, the deal is officially landed thanks to yours truly. Cabron, Papichulo, let’s roll. This was a damn good workout I’d say.

(End.)