Openweight Opportunity
Gameover: Battle Pass #1


*After having a hellacious match against the hometown girl Emmanuelle, Devi packed up her gear and ready to hit the jet with her manager Damian Evan McArthur to discuss what's next as we headed to Game Over week.*

Damian: Ok, I never seen the fans in the Staples Center went 50/50 between you and Emmanuelle. I mean it's a 5-star quality match, no foolin!

Devi: Yeah, but unfortunately the hometown girl had the advantage, but not to worry, both me and Emmy are in the Lethal League in LAW, i'm pretty sure that we go at it again, this time...the result is different! Only got one win from B Block.

Damian: Yeah, but let's not worry about that now, let's go to our private jet head back to the Enterprise.

*Devi and Damian headed out of the Staples Center and in the private jet.*


*As the Private Jet took off in the air, Devi and Damian has started talking strategy.*

Damian: Ok Devi we got a lot of work to do. First off on the 23rd SHW vs. LAW World War Z, you'll be representing LAW in the 5 on 5 Elimination match, with April Song has your team captain of Team Lethal, i'll trust her to lead the team to victory.

Devi: Right.

Damian: Oh another thing, I got word that You're booked for the special Atlantis. Gameover: Battle Pass! As you Devi will compete in the Battle Royal to determine who will be the #1 contender for the Openweight Championship!

Devi: Well, well another Battle Royal for me to win. And a challenge to face neither Liz Karlson or Daisy Thrash. And judge by what happened at Odyssey, they're ready to butt heads! So who's in the Battle Royal?

Damian: Emmanuelle the women beat you at the Go-Home Odyssey show. Audrey S. Atlas the women that you defeated in the season premiere of Odyssey. NAMI, Skyler Arceneaux, Nakita DuBov, Rebecca Filth, and your friend Azurine Vebbins!

Devi: All-ladies nicely done! Although my Adorkable Friend Azzy, really done well against Nakita even she didn't succeed in defeated her. And I'm sure that no matter what happened if me and Azzy teamed up with me or we butt heads. I already hold one championship and I'm planning to collect another one! So listen up ladies and listen good! I'll be the one that's gonna conquered the Battle Royal, I did it once and I can do it....AGAIN! Remember this ladies, The Wolf is always at your door!

*Has Devi and Damian is done talking strategy, The scene transitioned to the private jet continues to fly has screen fades black*

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

How poetic that you want to talk about me as a champion of yesteryear that has washed up into a man of irrelevancy and incompetence in this business, but you’ve begun to rage against the dying of the light in your OWA World Championship reign to the point where you have been met with defeat against me? Place the blame on whatever you want to excuse this loss that you have become the victim of. Place it upon Big Naheem for being around for the match, place it on me for stoking the flames of disaster that transpired in the middle of the match, place it on Jason Long for being the one to fall against his contender in Kevin Maverick, use whatever you need to use to make yourself remain confident that you’re not at fault. However, at the end of the day, I told you that I would find the very thing that I will use to make sure that you lose the OWA World Championship at Game Over. You displayed to perfection what you’ll do when something doesn’t go your way in the match when you feel insulted and slighted by your opponent when you’re forced to watch a friend of yours be brutalized because of the actions you have taken. Rage is the answer to your problems that you have clung onto like a babe against their mother’s tit. Rage is the opening I need to be able to make you do and act exactly how I want where I can make sure that I have the advantage in this match for this fight to play into my strength. You showed this when you decided to hunt me down for sending your friend on a first-class one-way vacation to the hospital and you paid for it. I did the same thing inside of our match on the final Kingdom before this glorious event where we will do battle for the rich prize we both desire and what happened? You fell for it again when you decided to fight me all around the arena, watch as Jason Long was beaten in the middle of the ring that in turn forced you to be defeated and allow me to leave you lying once again with the assistance of my Dynasty brother, Big Naheem. I’m inside of your head and moving around the pieces at my whim to make sure you do exactly what I want and that’s what I’m going to do at Game Over because even when I tell you what I’m doing, even when I lay out the entire plan on the table for you to prepare yourself for what’s about to come, you simply stumble your way right into the very thing that will be your demise. Time and time again, you’ve proven this to be the case and at Game Over, there will be no dispute to that being the same exact way that you’ll meet your demise and the OWA World Championship will be brought to the greatest legend in professional wrestling history where class and prestige can be restored in a championship deserving of it.

You believe that to be what you are for this championship though, correct? You believe to be a beacon of light and hope in the world surrounded by darkness and corruption, attempting to sink its tendrils into the world you hold dear in your heart? A pathetic notion of heroism and fairy tales that your mother must have told you when you were a child unless she was a crack whore that slept around the trailer park for the next great high she could score for her dealer after she sold him her body. Your father might have told you that anything is possible, your dreams can come true, or to do your very best to get what you desire if you have gained these heroic ideals that cloud your judgment; or was he the type of father that carried around the stench of beer and liquor as he sat clouded with the smoke of a cigarette attacking and making his lungs rot from the inside out? Was he the type of father who from just the mere sight of you, asking himself if you were his or some deadbeat your mother whored herself off to, beat you within an inch of his life because he saw the success you could have as a reminder of his own abhorrent failure as a person in life? Maybe it was the entertainment you indulged in as a child that made you have these heroics in your life? Watching some superhero cartoon as a child, seeing people in television and movies rise against the forces of evil that attempt to steal away the things that make them happy in life, you might have deferred to those forms of escapism that children cling to in hopes of leaving the harsh realities of the world they live in that carry over as an adult. However, you have gotten to this point of doing whatever you can to be the living story of a hero conquering the trials of corruption and the war upon the evil that every person tells themselves to make them carry the blinding hatred for the scores of people that they view as evil. It has become the very shortcoming that will be your downfall at Game Over to lead to the shade of rage I intend to force out of you. I want you blinded by it when you see the image of the evil that you have created me to be in your mind, I want you to let that rage devour you alive so you can lose yourself in this match because once you do, you’ll reveal to the entire world that Jeff X isn’t some conquering hero that slew the mighty beast that was bringing turmoil and ruin upon the brand of Kingdom that you love people to paint you as. You’re just a stupid hillbilly from the white trash capital of the world in Askin, North Carolina disgracing the championship he carries with every foul-mouthed comment you make, beer-swilling drink you take, and every time you are seen with that belt that reminds everyone why he’s a convicted felon in the first place and nothing more.

That’s what felons like you do, Jeff. You hope for the chance at being able to rebuild what you once had before you ruined it for yourself, you hope for the opportunity to be able to reintegrate yourself into society and become a better person from it, but we all know that’s not true for people like you. White trash never stays too far away from the prison system and a felon like you, especially with 83% of convicts making a return to the system within nine years, so it’s only a matter of time with you to ruin everything you’ve done for yourself that’s impressive to become another statistic. It truly is impressive because you’ve been able to not only land a job in one of the most lucrative businesses in the world to be able to fight people you want without consequence mostly, not only were you able to be a household name off of it because you were able to garner empathy from the sheep in the audience, but you actually gained accomplishments to merit your name being placed in marquee matches in Clash of the Titans and the OWA World Championship. It’s been a path of redemption for you to be able to honor those who have believed in you, but what has that done for the business? What class and prestige have you been able to put into that championship you hold on your shoulder with pride? Taking on any and all challengers who want a shot at it? You don’t do that for the championship or this business, you do it because it is a way for you to release your rage at the world that put you behind bars and let out the aggression that landed you in a cell in the first place. Your love for this industry, this company, and the brand you represent? Most people wouldn’t be in this business if they didn’t have a love for it and those that were in your position would tell you the same thing that they love this business, but it wouldn’t change the fact that they tarnished the belt by merely touching it and holding it on their shoulder. Bull Connors, Gareth Cason, The Derelict, Nathan Fiora, all Omega Heavyweight Championship and former champions of a title I held and they could probably tell you how much they loved this business when they were champion, but where are they now? Three of them disappeared off the face of the Earth and Nathan Fiora? On a downward spiral to the demise of his career after his failure at Final Destination. You may want to believe that you’re an exception to the world and that you’re different than everyone else that has been in your shoes, but the truth is that you’re not a special champion that has arrived that stands as a beacon of hope for everyone in the world, you stand as a reminder that a convicted felon holds this brand’s world championship and carries himself in a way that reflects that to be him. Everyone can take one look at you, listen to you say one word, watch you drink your life away, and know that you don’t stand for the word champion, you stand for the word felon.

That’s what you talk about the struggle and fighting for by risking everything, your livelihood, your friends, your family, and your life? You didn’t risk anything because you didn’t have anything to risk in the first place, convict. You pissed away everything when you got into your little bar room brawl in 2007, took a vacation over in the Greybar Hotel for the next ten years of your life, and you want to say that you made sacrifices when you returned to this business right out from prison into The Omega Wrestling Alliance based on your work from ten years in the past? You want to call me a champion of yesteryear, but you’re a rookie from yesteryear who just happened to have someone in management pity you to the point of allowing you to become OWA World Champion. Don’t patronize me about what you’ve done in this business for a mere three years, due to the fact you were in Club Fed because of your actions made because of being a dumb redneck in the sticks, for I’ve been doing for over nearly thirteen years at the top of the mountain. I didn’t put myself into a prison to be able to learn the skills I needed to be the best in the world, I didn’t have to get thrown behind bars and watch the world pass me by to be able to endure strife in my career, and I didn’t have to waste my potential to be able to get to the point in my career where people were forced to respect me. While you were turning into someone’s prison bitch, I was in this business forcing a legacy and building the industry to the point where people could establish their own and people like you could have the opportunity you had, so a little bit of gratitude would be nice to have. I don’t expect you to have that sort of class or decorum, but that’s part of this business it seems. The next generation has no respect for the people who built the foundation and decide to demolish it to build their own, but I’m not going to allow that to happen. Nas might want to do that, Tarah Nova might want to do that, Brian Daniels might allow it, Aria Jaxon might let it happen, but it won’t be me. I’m the last of a dying breed it seems, fighting for what you built and I’m not going to let some wasted convicted strut through this business as a world champion disrespecting everything I stand for and built for this industry. I’ve gone through every struggle that you could imagine in this sport, I’ve fought the greatest names of this industry and remain standing here before you today with victory against those legends, and I’ve won countless trophies and accomplishments that would seem nearly impossible for someone like you to even achieve. I’ve done everything and been through everything this business could attempt to put me through, so don’t you dare mock me in that condescending tone because you simply carry that championship that you don’t deserve. For you? You didn’t struggle or sacrifice, you simply threw your entire life in the trash and then went to the best thing you knew how to do so you could make a few dollars.

You’ve not made the sacrifices to hold that championship, you don’t carry the championship with class and prestige instead parading around like a convicted felon with a shiny new toy on his shoulder, and you pretend to be some special hero different from everyone who should stand as the face of Kingdom. Does this sound like a champion to you? Does this sound like someone you’d want not only as the representative of your brand, but the entire company as a whole? Why? Because these idiot sheep pity you? A champion doesn’t get pitied, a felon who has become a loser in life needs pity. A drunkard who allows his whore wife to sell her body for the next high she can gather needs pity. A woman who is so addicted to drugs that she degrades herself daily for that high deserves pity. If you wanted a handout when you extend your hands, you could have stayed in your sail to get that roof over your head and three square meals a day to get that handout, but this is a business and Jeff X isn’t what’s best for business. I am. No one is going to fall behind you because no one respects you for what you believe you’ve been through. I fall behind no man, especially a man who fails to represent this industry with the class and prestige that it deserves but disgraces it with everything he stands for. For what have you done on Kingdom that merits you being its champion? A brutal clash between entities with the most horrible and destructive structure known to the promotion? Been there. Being victimized and targeted by challengers who hoped to steal the spotlight of the champion? Already done. Broken bones, spilled blood, career-threatening injuries, battle scars of wars waged, I’ve done it all. You say you respect me? No, you care only for you, letting this world buy into the lie of your convict past being shed for a heroic image, and show no respect for what I’ve endured with your words showing just that. After going through everything I’ve been through in my career, I’m not here to be second place. I’m not here to let someone else reap the rewards while I stand behind them in this business, I’m here to remain as the greatest wrestler in the entire world that any company could ever hope to have on their payroll. I have no intention of supporting you and standing behind you because you may believe you have done more than I have to be able to make my name in this industry, but I promise you… you’re dead wrong. 

While you were locked behind iron bars, I gave myself to this industry entirely. I gave up my family, I sacrificed my friends, I renounced any other opportunities in my life to be able to establish my legacy as the best wrestler in the world, and I’ve destroyed my body in ways you can’t even fathom in that mind that has become dull from the constant alcohol you drink. I didn’t do this because I was forced and arrested for mistakes I made in life to make it an easy choice like you, I did it all willingly and gave it with the hope that what I built would create an everlasting legacy manufactured by me and outlast me. I burned everything else in my life on the pyre of wrestling excellence to be able to put my name in the same conversation of legends remembered for all time. I did everything to be able to be the greatest wrestler alive or dead, but you know nothing about that. Your life and livelihood? It was destroyed when you made your mistake of entering a bar fight. Your family? Friends? You were removed from them in prison when you were forced to do that. The isolation of prison? The pain you endured from other prisoners? The mental anguish of being behind bars? All a consequence of your own actions, not a sacrifice. Everything was stripped from you and then you latched onto OWA to become a mere parasite to take everything you could and now, I’m here to exterminate the parasite and reclaim my throne as the best in the world. Enjoy these few fleeting moments you have to be able to call yourself the world champion of a promotion, to continue living in the fantasy that you have created for yourself in this business because when we meet for the OWA World Championship, the dream will be shattered and your facade will be broken to reveal the truth that you’re nothing but a merely convicted felon to these people. Your delusion of being a hero will have been destroyed beneath the boot of a man who can finally carry that championship with the respect, the class, and the prestige that it should have and when that happens? There are only two words to describe the ending for you, Jeff.

There ain’t no moral victories.

Anybody who tells you otherwise is full of shit.

Everyone wants to bail themselves out these days in the face of scrutiny. The idea of accountability is so unfathomable they may as well bear their crosses. Guilt, shame, humiliation, it’s all one convoluted mess. It’s that fear of such that conducts the excuse train that people resort to like it’s their lifeline. They don’t want to learn from their mistakes, God forbid, instead, they choose to avoid them at all costs. The general population is full of cowardly pushovers and I don’t see the guard changing anytime soon. They’re slaves to their emotions and it’s beyond the point of recuperation. Once you start pampering yourself silly with reassuring pats on the back after a shitty loss or a shitty outcome. Once you start pointing the fingers and playing the blame game then your career is as good as dead. Last year when I was dwindling near rock bottom, when I let pissants like kangaroo fisting Aussie cunts in Keelan pull the rug out from under me and shock the world in triumph, I almost turned down that treacherous road. Where I would exculpate myself of any guilt due to my insecurities, but that’s not who I am. That’s not part of my core makeup. I refused to mimic someone like Nathan Fiora, Noah Reigner, Graham Baker, Nate Cage, and so on. I'll face the fucking music over and over again until the end of time.

I’ve been around the block long enough to know that nothing’s ever pure anymore. Everybody has an agenda, and I’m no different. Some prefer to throw caution into the wind while others are methodical with their approach. If you can’t expect the unexpected, if you can’t weather the storm, if you’re not ready to draw from your holster like we’re at the O.K Corral then it’s your damn fault. When I ate the pin at Game Over last year, it wasn’t because of this that or the other thing. I got caught plain as day with my guard down by The Derelict and I’m not going to sugarcoat it. The moral of the story is shit happens no matter what. So deal with the repercussions, rework your strategy or act like a jackass and whine about it to deaf ears. The choice is yours. If I lost at Clash of The Titans, the poster boy would have got his magical for-he’s-a-jolly-good-fellow send-off. He would have earned that right without question. I would have tipped my cap and ground the fuck on and I would have let him have his day in the sun. But I didn’t have to, did I? I plowed through the gates and snatched his little Final Destination chimera from his boney grasp in the blink of an eye. Finnegan knows this deep down in his crumbled heart. He hates to admit it but here’s a little secret tidbit. Listen; you don’t wanna miss this - it wasn’t fatigue that knocked him off the apron and onto his ass on that fateful night.

It was Darkane.

It was me, motherfuckers.

Put my drunken cellulite laden ass on a billboard, slap my ugly mug on OWA’s most wanted list and realize this.

I’m the real fucking degenerate here. Not a seven-foot box-car-to-box-car lummox hobo parody who tucked his tail as soon as the shit hit the fan. I earned my fucking spot. Whenever this ‘ship comes off me I’ll either be dead or vanquished by the better fucking man, there’s no in-between. It doesn’t matter to me which way it goes down either. Although nobody has been able to solve the Darkane riddle for eight long fucking months. Graham Baker? He acts like he’s paid his dues in full; you haven’t paid shit son. You’re the prime example of the “moral victory” crew I was talking about. You and that thin sheet of paper aka The Corsair’s backseat driver Noah Reigner. You said it yourself prior to your triple threat match with Matt Miles and Eon Blue. You show up, you fuck shit up and you leave even with nothing to show for it and that’s a fucking red flag right there. Is that supposed to let you off the hook from the huge shit sandwich you’ve been taking hearty bites out of since late last year in OWA? You listen here Darkane! I’m The Corsair King! I pick random fights with other shit-for-brain vandals and even though I look like I cook meth batches as a side hustle, at least I showed up and showed out! Nah G, you’re the type of overzealous tryhard clown show that cuts yourself shaving just so you can stick a dab of toilet paper on it to make it look like you’ve seen a thing or two. What is this, Statefarm? Is that what we’re supposed to believe? The only thing you’ve seen in the past eight months, besides Noah’s rusted out turd cutter in your face amid your lengthy bromance is Darkane rising to the cream of the crop. The tried and true motherfuckin’ bad guy around these parts. The tried and true negative influence. The Death Reaper. The Hardcore King. The GraveWorm. The Dark Lord in his element. In the spot that you are so GLARINGLY envious of. Besides, Graham Baker is supposed to be OWA’s resident razor-pissing menace right? He’s the guy who’s supposed to break down the barriers for the rough and tumble. He’s the poster boy for the white-knuckled AND topping all that, drum roll please... he’s the guy who gets results.

Still waiting on the results part by the way.

Oh, and there’s that Darkane fellow, yeah, he’s pretty good. He’s achieved damn near everything there is to achieve in OWA in record-breaking fashion while staring his victims dead in the fucking eye. While I Graham Baker, have to bite my tongue and watch this glorified deadbeat rule over OWA with a cigarette hanging between his pruned fingers. Yeah, I beat you to that gimmick too. DATS SUPPOSED TO BE ME DOE! I’M… I’M THE TUFF GUY! Listen here, you fucking wannabe - you’re a tough guy when I say you’re a tough guy. I’m the one who calls the shots around here. That’s my role and I excel at it. It isn’t enough to show up and bludgeon everything in sight. That’s half the battle. Nobody likes dudes who only go halfway. They like dudes who bring the noise every time and have something to show for it afterward. But who am I to measure the legitimacy of who is tough and who isn’t? When I don’t even wash the fromunda cheese off my morbose fucking balls after two and a half weeks’ worth of build up? When my liver is so fucked from perpetual alcoholic consumption Miller Lite is trying to use it as a brewery? When all I’ve done in my life is waste a decent nut on shriveled up whores with needles hanging off of their arms like Christmas ornaments in section eight housing expecting THEM to compensate ME. Only to get a ball of lint and dentures caught on my member in return?

Who am I?

Well, the Omega Heavyweight Champion of course.

Just because I don’t look the part, doesn’t mean I ain’t the part.

Get that through your thick skull fuckwit.

It’s been set in stone ever since we turned the page from 2020. I can’t read tea leaves for shit; that’s not my forte, yet everybody and their mother knew that Darkane was a fucking ripping buzzsaw. It was only a matter of time and I guarantee what took the roster by surprise is how it happened so quickly. I washed through OWA like a massive fucking tsunami. I paved the way and discovered new land for the depraved. I took no fucking prisoners whatsoever along the way but there will always be little ankle nipping shits like Graham Baker crashing the party. Reminding everyone that he already defeated Darkane last year just so he can gain some sort of clout. I’d be remiss if I didn’t admit that part of me misses that Graham. The one who bullied his way to the front of the line and did what it took with no strings attached even if it meant dire repercussions were looming about. Why do you think I robbed you of your chance at immortality against The Derelict? It didn’t bother me that you put your foot into my tool bag. That’s par for the course. You had to put yourself on the map. You did what you had to do but you can’t forget that I have to put food on the table too. So I sniffed out a vulnerability that night that when your back is against the wall, you act like a paranoid crack addict plucking wings off of flies. You can’t handle adversity, you know it, I know it. As for The Dynasty? We were in our infancy. We still needed to come up with a schematic on how to stake our claim over the Olympus roster. So I made you gag on a fat L against The Derelict. I considered it an eye for an eye, as I felt there was a debt owed but I wasn’t satisfied. 

I wanted to be ahead.

I wanted you to play catch up and at first blush, I believed that you enjoyed this ignoble gamesmanship. Then I remembered the weeks leading up to Civil War. I remember exactly what you did.

You bitched.

And bitched some more.

Lamenting over the injustices committed by the blooded hands of Darkane. HE… HE (SNIFFLE) COST ME A WORLD TITLE! THE DYNASTY ARE FUCKING CHEATERS!!!! THEY CAN’T PLAY FAIR!!! THEY NEED THE NUMBERS GAME!!! 

Boo fucking hoo. Shake your rattle. Cry about it. Soil your diaper. Do whatever the fuck you can to vent your frustrations. Go on. Tell me more as you forget who planted the seed in this one-sided war. I’ve said this a million times to countless opponents over the years - if you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen yet it doesn’t seem to register. When Civil War arrived, it was like robbing Helen Keller blindfolded and chained down to a dungeon wall. While The Dynasty devised a grand scheme, The Corsairs hired a couple of back-of-the-line frauds. The mummified corpse of Brian Daniels and that spastic window licking five head Baba Yaga. They haven't been seen or heard from since. You didn’t have a rhyme or a reason, or a method to your madness, you went in there guns blazing. Such a Graham Baker thing to do.

Big mistake.

We took out Baba Yaga.

Score? 2-1 Darkane.

Then we obliterated the rest of you.

Score? 3-1 Darkane.

Fast forward to Clash of The Titans. I eliminated The Corsairs by myself without any added bells or whistles. I crushed Noah Reigner and Graham Baker’s hearts under the weight of my boot like the fragile neck of a hare. Finnegan Wakefield was the cherry on top.

Score? 4-1 Darkane. 

I should thank you for the nutshot heard 'round the world. It lit a necessary fire under my ass that hasn’t been extinguished since and you’ve been caught in the raging blaze as a result. What’s it like to burn alive knowing that this could have been avoided? What’s it like knowing that your tactics have backfired in your face? Or were they tactics at all? Were they excess remnants of your rage, punctuated by your white hot jealousy? I’m taking residence in your head, driving you to the point of lunacy. I have you running circles in the palm of my hand. Taking me out on Olympus doesn’t reveal anything that I didn’t already know about you. I get it though, you’re desperate to get the oh so pivotal upper hand. Desperate for Darkane to grant you the attention that you crave. Desperate for someone, anyone to throw you a fucking bone even though you were sinking to the sea bed and OWA did just that when they plucked you from obscurity and gave you a room service opportunity. Which to your credit left little room for error and took advantage of. Eon Blue independently is a fucking watered down hasbeen. Matt Miles has his demons to deal with, but rest assured they’re mere pawns compared to the hardcore fucking king. 

That’s who you’re dealing with. If you don’t understand that, then nobody will toss flowers on your grave at Game Over when I dump a metric shit ton of dirt on your face. The Omega Heavyweight Championship isn’t a fucking rinky-dink toy tossed around for fun. It’s my life’s work. It’s my masterpiece. I’m not going to let a second-rate Darkane deface my crowning achievement and make a mockery out of it. I won’t let the prestige that’s still rehabilitating, die on the vine as it did with Fiora. There’s an old saying Graham, don’t poke the bear, but you’re not poking a bear, you’re poking a fucking beast. You don’t understand the levels of insanity required to bury someone alive. You may think you understand but you fucking don’t. Oh but, but Darkane! I have seen some heinous shit in my time! I’m battle-tested! I’ve been through countless wars! I’m sure you have. To the point where you tried to kill Noah Reigner. The problem is, he’s still standing, and not only that, you’re frolicking arm in arm with him. You tried to kill the Goto sisters in SSW too, yet Azumi is shining bright on the Game Over poster unscathed. You didn’t get the job fucking done. You didn’t at Civil War, you didn’t at The Clash, and you didn’t at Final Destination. What makes this time any different? That’s the stark contrast between you and me. You find it in your heart to reconcile with your enemies. I don’t have a fucking heart. I’m a gutless misanthrope through and through. Hell, you could argue that I deserve to be on death row for the unspeakable atrocities I’ve committed. Even Gareth Cason alone warrants hell to pay when I turned his back into pulled pork under the fiery Mexican sun. The man is a hobbled vegetable now lost in OWA lore. He’s a forgotten memory.  

And you will be too.

Why do you think this match is under buried alive rules? There’s no hidden message or driving backstory. It’s not about ‘burying’ your burdens. It’s about putting a final nail in the coffin for some poor son of a bitch. This shit is in my wheelhouse man. The maggots, the beetles, the worms, the rot, the stench of decay. It’s all fucking mesmerizing. I’m gonna build a mountain on your corpse, Baker. I’m gonna turn your ass into a forsaken landfill that not even a passing seagull would shit on.

I can't forget your passive-aggressive bullshit on Twitter. I respect you Darkane! We’re cut from the same cloth Darkane! Nothing but a shameless PR move to smooth things over until Game Over. Fuck your respect. I don’t want your respect. I want you to kill me. Because if you don’t, then I’ll dump your body parts from a trash bag into a Pasadena gutter. Alongside a pair of coked out corner dwelling slags in cheetah print and fuck me stilettos protruding from the trunk of my car. At least then, you could say you got some.

You’re not ready for this, Graham.

You’ll never be.

You can’t handle another big stage loss, furthermore, you can’t handle a loss to me, because I’m everything you want to be. I’m the motherfucking measuring stick. I’m not the biggest test of your career, I’m THE fucking test. Everything you’ve done, no matter the company, no matter the situation will be under a giant microscope. Your rabid fanbase is counting on you. Noah is counting on you. It’s safe to say the rest of Olympus is counting on you to break down the impervious walls of Darkane. It’s time for you to put the pedal to the metal, no pussyfooting. It’s time for Graham to rise. It’s time for Graham to put his money where his mouth is.

It’s time for Graham to shine at his brightest.

So I can destroy you at my darkest.

The camera opens inside what appears to be an abandoned LA hospital wing. Years of neglect and disrepair has made the building fall into a state of decay. Broken ceiling tiles and flickering fluorescent bulbs hang from the ceiling, the lights failing to shine much through the eerie darkness. Cobwebs and dust cake almost every visible surface. The camera slowly pans around a 180 degree turn at the corner of a broken desk that was once a nursing station to reveal an old CRT TV, which it turn appears to be hooked up to an old camera system board, although the controls appear inoperable. As the camera zooms in towards the blank TV, the screen suddenly turns on, momentarily showing static until the face of The Banshee comes into focus. The camera zooms in closer, until the screen transitions fully to The Banshee, her trademark sinister smile almost frozen on her face.
 
“There isn’t a worse fear to many than to feel unsafe… the home security industry keeps growing at a ridiculous pace… soccer moms and social activists are stocking up on tasers and mace… more and more businesses are hiring armed guards, regardless of the nature of the businesses themselves! But is there a point to this, you’re wondering? Of course there is… just ask Diantha Rosso how much she would pay just to feel that sense of safety and security once again… because it’s likely she hasn’t been able to get much sleep after I had a little fun at her expense.”
 
“Diantha, you’ve battled countless foes in the past, but never before have you faced The Banshee in solo combat… and before you gloat that you won the Women’s Clash earlier this year, keep in mind that annoying little chipmunk pipsqueak bitch Dulce Torres practically sacrificed herself to eliminate me, a task that you failed to perform… though you did manage to throw out a half-dead Dulce (whispers to herself “soon to be a FULLY-DEAD Dulce”)… only this time, when you entered Final Destination a heavy favorite to dethrone that bargain-bin discount gangster wannabe Punta as the OWA Women’s World Championship, you instead choked in the moment, allowing Jonetta Stone to ascend to the top… a place she remains ONLY BY MY GOOD GRACES… I happen to respect Jonetta more than anyone else in this toilet, but that doesn’t mean I hate her any less than you, because she will one day answer for her past sins as well… but to be honest, I love the chaos she causes, so why deprive myself now?”
 
“The “Pillars” of Odyssey shall continue to crumble and fall, and on Monday night, Diantha… The Banshee will take away the only thing you cling to: your very legacy! After all, what else can be taken away from you? Your girlfriend Niki Khan took your belt away, then the dumb bitch turned around and got her ass fired… But material things are replaceable, so clearly that wouldn’t affect a seasoned champion like you, so I watched you… studied you… stalked you city-to-city… I know every rest stop your bus pulled into, every restaurant and drive-thru you’ve eaten at… hell, I know every text message you’ve sent out on your phone! I’ve been within the most private aspects… and I’ve learned so many “interesting” things about you, but not even having your darkest secrets “exposed” could shake your confidence enough… that’s when I proceeded to get creative…”
 
“Remember what I said earlier, Diantha? The most basic desire that most humans have: the need to feel safe and secure… and now you realize exactly what it is that The Banshee ripped away from your very soul… I took away your very own sense of security, and all it took was a frightened bellhop, a few hidden cameras, and a fun little game of cat-and-mouse… and how surprising was it that the “Heavenly Lioness” was the mouse… sorry, did I say surprising? I meant EMBARRASSING! Some godly feline you are, taking the bait like a starving fish… had I desired simply to hurt you physically, do you not think that I could crush you at any time without so much as a thought? Well, now you really will consider that possibility, because you now know that YOU ARE NEVER SAFE, AND WILL NEVER FEEL SAFE AGAIN! Yes, Diantha, you may have battled some worthy opponents, but The Banshee VIOLATED you… I ripped away your own “peace of mind,” which in turn now makes me the proud owner of… A PIECE OF YOUR VERY SOUL!”
 
“Can The Banshee be slowed down? Sure, but not everyone here is as tenacious as my arch-nemesis Alyssa Grace, and even she hasn’t been able to stop me. Azumi Goto certainly came close as well, certainly closer than most… yet The Banshee destroyed that “pillar” by chasing her to another brand! Don’t you see, Diantha? The Banshee is… inevitable! But you’re thinking to yourself, “what can I do to stop The Banshee?” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
 
“Would you really like to know what it’s going to take? How about instead I share with you what will NOT assist your futile quest to stop me… rationality… sanity… compassion… these traits are nothing more than shackles that trap you within your own mind,  forcing you to “hold back” when you should “attack!” But most people like you look around the same crashing plane, choosing to stay the narrow path, thinking that order and logic will lead to success… but, like you, they are all damn fools, because they forget about the one thing that can set them free: MADNESS. There’s always madness… it’s the mind’s “emergency exit.” Madness allows me to grab the only parachute, open the escape hatch, and jump into the void of chaos, where I live and thrive! Diantha, your sanity doesn’t free you, it’s trapped you into a living nightmare of my own design…”
 
“I think you finally get it, Diantha… In order to stop The Banshee… you must be LIKE THE BANSHEE! I’ve violated your personal safety, and I’ll continue to do so, not because I hate you… which I do, so very much… but simply because I FUCKING ENJOY IT! Besides, me and Karma have a running bet as to which aspect of Diantha Rosso I break first: Karma thinks your body won’t even be suitable for organ donations once the cage door is locked, but as for me… well, let’s just say Karma already lost the bet, because your sanity is already broken, even if you’re too stupid to notice it yet… how, you may be wondering? Simple: it only takes “one bad day” to drive even the strongest-willed person off the path of sanity and compassion, and this whole world is only “one bad day” away from being JUST… LIKE… ME! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
 
“So Diantha, how about one last parting message before I swallow your soul on live TV? You must be wondering what hospital I’m currently at… but who said I was ever in a hospital? Now this TV right here…”
 
The camera zooms out as The Banshee “taps” on the screen, indicating the TV. However, the camera at The Banshee’s direct location begins to zoom out, although the surroundings are very dark and not yet visible on screen.
 
“This TV is at the hospital. It’s LA, so Karma was easily spoiled for choice when I assigned her the task to set this all up… As for me, Diantha, my final message for you is this: embrace your madness, for you have no chance if you think I’m just another opponent on the roster… because we both know I’m so much more… I’m the only literal monster you’ll ever come face-to-face to… but if you don't think that I'm the Queen of the Monsters yet, perhaps your driver's opinion may influence your own!”
 
At that moment, the camera zooms out enough to show The Banshee outside of Diantha's tour bus, which is parked at the Staples Center. She is also holding a young female by the hair, most likely the bus driver, who appears to be extremely frightened and also hurt, as blood flows from her swollen lip and nostrils. The Banshee leans her face in next to the bus driver, who begins crying out of fear. The Banshee smiles at this, taking out a phone and holding it out while she poses with the young girl who is scared nearly to death.

"Then again, maybe you should find yourself a new driver... this one may need some medical treatment... good thing I know a hospital nearby that's accepting new... clients... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
 
The light on the phone’s camera goes off, covering the screen in a huge flash of white, obscuring the picture. The screen goes back to normal only a couple seconds later, but both The Banshee and the bus driver are no longer present. As the camera zooms out, the screen dissolves back to the hospital, where the sound of a heartbeat hooked up to an EKG machine keeps “beeping” in a consistent manner. However, the beeping then begins to slow down, then as it finally stops, the sound of the heartbeat “flatlining” in a single, long constant “beep,” heard, followed by a shadowy echo of The Banshee laughing maniacally.

Nakita DuBov: (Talking on her cell phone) "All I'm saying Kevin is that you've said more than enough. For now, I've got this one. Your services are not needed this week. It's time that I get back to my winning ways and do what I do best. I'll talk to you later. Let me do this. Bye Kevin."

(Nakita hangs up her cell phone and tosses it over her shoulder in frustration, obviously very frustrated as the last two weeks have not exactly gone her way as she attempted to gamble and take advantage of an potential opportunity that she had let slip through her fingers last week against Revy on Odyssey and now she has to put all of that behind her as she prepares to focus on long time rival Azurine Vebbins. Nakita, visibly upset, lets out a loud sigh as she looks up at the camera standing in front of her. She stares back with rage burning in her green eyes. She pushes her long fire-red hair back out of her face as she prepares to speak.)

Nakita: "Did you get all that? Yeah, to say that I am pissed off and frustrated is quite the understatement isn't it? So far season four is not staring off good for the Fem Phenom. So far, it seems like every woman on this roster wants to use the six-foot-four, one hundred and eighty pounds of pure unadulterated badassery and natural athleticism and want to use her as just some 'jobber to the fucking goddamn stars'. I should be laying waste to this entire roster. There shouldn't be anyone that should even dare stand to me let alone be able to pin my shoulders to the mat long enough to get a one-two-three. I know what my fucking worth and abilities in that ring once I set foot between those ropes and nobody should even touch me let alone defeat me. And now, with Game Over just right around the corner, I am right now feeling the pressure and on my last life before it is exactly that. I refuse to let that happen. I refuse to let anybody take what I have fought so hard to get back to. It is time that I get that extra life and show that I am just getting started. Fuck all these bitches!"

(Nakita takes a moment to recollect herself and her thoughts as she cracks her knuckles and rolls her neck three hundred and sixty degree then looks back up at the camera with that same fire and intensity and renewed focus.)

Nakita: "Azurine Vebbins, Da Adorkable Angel, Da Hardheaded Housewife, Da Damsel in a Dress, Da Vivacious Variable...sheeh and they say that I have too many nick names. I guess you and I should just pick one and stick with it, but I guess that we like variety and want to have the option to pick which one exactly best suits us in the moment. You know, you and I haven't exactly been able to fight against one another one on one as of yet. Yes I did eliminate you from the Womens Clash of the Titans match and we have faced off against one another in tag team competition as well as going up against that farce of a bull shit reality show The Bob Games at Final Destination 3, but we we have yet to go one on one in the center of the ring and judging by your promo you seem about as ready as your little petite 5 foot four, one hundred and fifteen pound body is going to allow you to be. You seem like you made your little list, you've check it twice, double checked to make sure that it's gonna be my neck that your gonna lock in a vice. BUT I've got news for you angel, I am not a bucket list, or as you called it your 'Dream Dance List'. I am not a stepping stone or a feather in a cap that your gonna peacock the fuck around the Odyssey saying to all of the other girls that you defeated Nakita DuBov. Do you hear me angel? When you get set to cross my name off your list, fate is going to intervene and make you run out of ink right at that moment and then you will be caught like a deer in the headlights, my green-eyed headlights, trapped in that moment, frozen in fear, knowing that there is no escape and I am going to utterly destroy you. I am going to lay you out in the center of the fucking ring. As much as I wanna take pleasure in gutting you girl and toy with you, breaking you down before I plunge my blade deepest into you and put you out of your misery. I don't have the time for any of that shit."


"I am going to spare you of that pocket of hell that I always yearn to send every single woman that I come across where I make them suffer over and over again in that infinite loop, and the thing is I don't want to make you experience any of that Azurine because I have to be honest that as much as I want to hurt you, I can't help but respect you and your little perfect teeth. You really are pretty fucking adorkable. When I look at you, you make me think of my own wife Delilah back home in Phoenix, and you're kind of like her. So much that I almost have to do a double take. Now don't take this as me showing weakness that you can exploit Azzy because I am still going to whoop your adorkable ass, but unlike what I wish that I try to do where I make you suffer as I methodically break you down before I put you away.  I am instead going to make it quick, very quick. In fact, you won't feel a thing...well maybe a Run and Gun, that you will feel, but after that everything else will go black for you. Your body will be numb, your senses will be muffled and dulled, just as I pick you up and hit you with the Armageddon It in the center of the ring, and just as the referee is counting to three, and the slap of his hand hits that canvas thrice all that will feel like an eternity for you, when in real time, it will have had happened within one minute, and one minute is all that I need to put you away. Now that is what I call a mercy Azzy and I do that not just for you, but your lovely wife Nadia, who will be watching back home in Los Angeles."


"A part of me hates that this has to happen to a girl like you Azzy, but after I heard your short but very dismissive words to me in your promo and how I have got to get back to those winning ways. I need this win over you. You are that extra life that I am going to grab with both hands and I am going to take whatever momentum that this match and this win gives me with you Azzy, and I'm going carry it through Game Over and forward. What I do to you in this match will be literally over in a minute. So when you step through those ropes and stare deep into irises of the 'Green-Eyed Devil' herself, and feeling that cold shiver crawl up your spine, know that my eyes will be the last thing that you ever remember seeing before everything goes black. But the image of me standing tall over your unconscious body will serve as a cautionary tale to every single woman watching in the back, as well as to everyone watching in that arena and all over the world on the OWA Network and learn of one singular unforgettable rule and that is...

(Nakita stands up to her feet walks up close to the camera.)

"Don't fuck with Nakita DuBov!"

(Nakita brushes past the camera and the camera operator in their shoulder as she walks off down the hallway as the scene fades out.)

Platinum Rule is my rule
Vs. Emmanuelle Odyssey LXIV #2

6:30pm
New York City
McArthur Enterprises
Damian's Office 


Damian: Oh damn, oh damn. Game Over is fast approaching, and my cilent doesn't had a match on the ppv is concerns me.

McArthur Enterprises Secretary: Sir!

Damian: What is it? Can't you see i'm in a bit of a stress.

McArthur Enterprises Secretary: But Sir, Emmanuelle, Devi's opponent for the Go-home show of Odyssey. She just cut a promo from the unknown location.

*Damian look up the promo on the computer, and his face is little disgust*

Damian: Honey, get Devi in to my~

Devi: I'm here.

Damian: Devi, there you are. We got the private jet ready to for Los Angeles and already Emmanuelle is talking about the platinum rule shit.

Devi: I heard, but I think it'll be a good time to fire back right?

Damian: Certainly!

7:38pm
Devi and Damian talk about Emmanuelle and her future plans.

Damian: Well hello there OWA Faithful and Emmanuelle my name's Damian Evan McArthur i'm a 2nd Generation businessman and president of The McArthur Enterprises. And Emmy my dear, I hear that you talk about my partnership with Devi is chickenship. Well I'm happy to tell you miss Emmanuelle that my partnership with Devi is more..How should I say well complicated so to speak. You see Emmy, I try to get Devi's career on the right track, and it went successfully I mean look at her. She just debuted in LAW and win her first championship, defeated Audrey S. Atlas on the season premiere of Odyssey and destroyed The Awakening at Atlantis. Needless to say that she'll be moving up to the OWA Women's World or Goddess Championship real soon.

Devi: And this is only beginning of the Chapter, while the both of us are not in the Game Over PPV Card, and i'm gonna to address on the next week's Odyssey after Game Over, Emmanuelle you and I both know that we had desires to headlining big matches, Aria Jaxon knows talent, that's why she put us in this match. And I wanted to make sure that i'm more suitable opponent that you'll ever be. Normally I would say that i'm stoked for this first time match but everything you just said hopefully I don't take it under consideration because I always been love by these fans, especially they chanting "Brody Sparks" when i'm holding the Lethal Sparks Championship!

*Devi drinking her water as she continues to talk*

Devi: I believe in Damian, I believe his vision, he'll be a good assets to my career Emmanuelle. And as for Stark he's not idiot, he's a god among men. He's the reason that I've been undergoing to his training regimen. Now Emmy, I hope you enjoyed your mini vacation, because in Odyssey at your hometown of Los Angeles, not only that I want you at your damn best, because if you don't it'll be real embarrassment that i'll defeat you in front of your hometown. And once i'm done with you i'll be focusing on the future, Lethal League, World War Z, etc.

Oh one other thing, you mentioned that "Don't fuck with Emmanuelle" heh. I said you fuck with me, then I'll fuck you right back! Remember this...The Wolf is always at door! Damian get the plane ready for Los Angeles!

Damian: Will do!

*Screen fades*

I guess #YaBoi should consider himself lucky huh? Out of the people Jason Long could’ve chosen to defend his title, he gave a shout out to yours truly? I’m up to the challenge, but first I get to team with a legend like Jacob Senn. The Punisher and I never really teamed nor have we ever fought with each other, but I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t an inspiration to someone like myself. The only thing standing between us and total victory is the Spartan’s Champion Mr. Long, and the OWA World Champion himself, Jeff X. Jeff is another guy I just got to know. It’s kind of a common theme for me nowadays as I’m getting used to the layout of Kingdom. So as The Greatest Showman I have no choice but to show up and do what I do best in the main event. Even with my return, I’m still feeling a little off in the ring. I could still feel the stiffness in my match against Jason Long during the Dark Tournament. Getting through Kai D. Oh was a breeze, but Jason had my number. He met me at every turn and despite some trouble, I managed to keep up. But it wasn’t enough. Jason was driven by something deeper than me. Maybe I’m still trying to find my muse you know? I’m certain to bounce back from one of the worst performances of the season with a better one this Sunday on the gold brand. In fact, I had guidance from the woman who knows me best: My dear mother. But ya’ll call her Momma Maverick.

I remember when Mama Maverick kept me sane during my recovery. I was lost in my head, thinking how my career was going to be over, you know? But yet, I persisted. My mom reminded me of who I was and how much I’ve accomplished up to this point. I knew that I couldn’t let her down. I didn’t grow up poor, but we weren’t upper class either. Mama Maverick worked for the city and I used to make money dancing on the subway and the street to help pay the bills. Yes, I was one of those “showtime” cats. Moms helped me find a way to just dig in and pull out as much as I could for myself. She reminded me of why my family always walks tall in the end. She taught me that sometimes you can’t be too hard on yourself. You just have to dust yourself off and keep moving. Pro wrestling is one of the most competitive sports on the face of the planet, and OWA is at the core. I have to evaluate what I could’ve done, or what I should’ve done a little differently. And as my mind begins to process I can strategize on what I can do next.

Despite being a two-time Cruiser/Openweight Champion, I’ve had my fair share of hits and misses in OWA. But yet, The People still love me. Hell, my mom works side by side with my hype team to promote the Kevin Maverick brand. How many of these cats out here can say they momma got their back like that!? Exactly. Though, I’ve seen Jeff X’s family go to bat for him. His community has his back and I can respect that. When my momma watched me get injured by Baba Yaga, she said it was one of the hardest things for her to watch because she couldn’t help. She blames herself for not being there physically, but I can’t let her hold that weight. Though she wasn’t in the arena, she was with me in spirit you know? Momma Maverick loves me more than anything else, which is something she always reminds me of. Despite her heartache, she took the next flight out to see me. It was tough and difficult for her to see me in such a state, but the support of her and my girl Eve kept me in high enough spirits.

If there was anything I was suffering from it was from how much I was being pampered once I returned to Harlem. Eve and Momma Maverick stayed by my side all the time, making sure I was my best self. They never let me sink into depression. Since my surgery, I feel like I’ve been far better than okay. I resigned with OWA with the intention of paying Baba Yaga back and getting into title contention. It was mind-blowing that upon my arrival I was placed in the Dark Tournament. Despite the haters, I feel like I’ve done my best. I made it to the semi-finals. In some ways that’s a nice little accomplishment in itself, though I have higher aims this time around. I can’t get disheartened about my loss against Long because that’s not what The People want. I have the time to take in what others say about me. Everybody got some kind of narrative going on in their head. They think they can figure me out, but every time they think they’ve won, I come back like a freaking phoenix ablaze. I left Olympus to see what was waiting for me on the other side. 

When I was in recovery, I made space for other things. I lent a hand to various charities and human rights organizations across the country. While athletes aren’t philosophers, I feel it is important to share our feelings, even if they’re a rival. Jason Long might be one of my toughest rivals and is renting space in my head, but that doesn’t stop me from doing the right thing. Momma would always remind me of that. As long as I was happy with who I am, what I’m doing, and what I believe. My fans know me to be a man of action. They know that when I’m in that ring, I’m fully engaged. But tag teams are different. You have a partner to look out for. They rely on you to be at the top of your game. Just like I relied on my mother, Jacob Senn can rely on me. I don’t have animosity for Maverick like Senn does for Jeff, but that doesn’t mean our rivalry isn’t any less fierce. We’re men who pride ourselves on spectacle. Jason doesn’t want a simple title match. He wants something that the fans will never forget and I’m here to show him that he can have it all. But at the coast of him giving up that belt to me. If anything, Sunday night is a taste of what’s to come. 

Momma Maverick thinks I’m the best wrestler in the world. All I can do is live up to the expectation and shake the headlines like I used to. Senn and I’s styles perfectly complement each other. What we lack in synergy we’ll make up for that with our tenacity. Through a mutual understanding, Senn and I can elevate each other. We can surpass our limits and give fans an insight into what’s going to happen at Game Over. In the Spartan Championship scene, there’s no good or evil or heel or face. It’s just two men who operate at the pinnacle of their style. A win over Jason Long and Jeff X on Sunday doesn’t only give me momentum, but it keeps my name up there in the upper card of Kingdom. Right now, that’s the goal. I can’t be just another junior like my time in RAW. That part of my life is over, as well as my injury. I’m living in the present while dreaming of a better future. A future Momma Maverick predicted would be going my way. All I have to do is seize the moment and make it work. 

In a way, Long is right. A match between us is what the fans wanted for quite some time. I respect him as much as he respects me. I hate the fact that I didn’t give him the kind of fight that Noah and Azumi gave him. Hell, I’m pissed that I didn’t get to meet Ms. Goto in the finals. But at the end of the day, I can’t stay stuck in the past. The Spartans Championship is just a few more miles away. All I need is a victory this Sunday and to win at Game Over. That’s all #YaBoi needs. In the words of Lenny Kravitz…

“It ain’t over, ‘till it’s over.”

The camera opens up inside a small kitchen nestled within a tiny apartment. A young and attractive actress is standing next to an electric stove, where a single egg lays on the flat surface. The actress has a sullen and serious look on her face, as she picks up the egg and holds it in front of her.
 
PSA Actress: This is your brain.
 
The actress then places the egg back on the stove, before picking up a heavy cast-iron skillet, once again speaking to the camera.
 
PSA Actress: And this is your brain on drugs…
 
The actress then slams the skillet down with authority, smashing the egg into an explosion of eggshell fragments and drips of egg yolk coating the area. The actress, still holding up the skillet that now slowly drips egg yolk and egg shell pieces, speaks directly to the camera again.
 
PSA Actress: Any questions?
 
WHACK!
 
At that moment, the actress’s head gets thumped by Karma, The Banshee’s “sentient” lead pipe, who appears from the side while being wielded by a familiar hand at first, before The Banshee steps into frame, a cruel smile on her face.
 
The Banshee: Yeah, I got a question: what kind of drugs ARE YOU ON right now? This just looks like a frying pan and some broken eggs to me… but since this is a PSA, allow me the moment to address an even more deadly affliction… so deadly, in fact, that it even affects top-notch athletes here on Odyssey…
 
The Banshee picks up the unconscious PSA actress, holding her up by only her hair, fresh blood oozing out of her skull. The Banshee looks at the wound, licks the fresh blood on her face a few times, then releases her grip on the actress’s hair, causing her body to thump to the ground like a falling sack of potatoes.
 
The Banshee: NOW THIS is what happens to your brain when you become “afflicted” by The Banshee… Any questions?
 
Karma: (voice-over) Yeah, so I got several questions, but after seeing all that, perhaps the most important one to ask is this: where the fuck’s the nearest IHOP? I’m craving a Denver omelet now! And you can’t eat an omelet without hot sauce, I don’t give a fuck what anyone says!
 
The Banshee slightly rolls her eyes at that comment, before picking up a remote control and pointing it directly towards the camera, giving the screen a quick wink before the sinister smile returns to her face.
 
The Banshee: Don’t change that channel… don’t touch that dial… especially you, Diantha Rosso! You don’t want to miss what’s coming up next… but first, a word from our sponsors!
 
The Banshee clicks a button on the remote, causing the screen to revert to black-and-white static for a quick second before a new and clear image appears, showing what appears to be a very nice hotel room. Lying in the bed a familiar figure appears… IT’S DIANTHA ROSSO, soundly sleeping. Meanwhile, a generic male voice-over begins narrating the secret footage of the sleeping legend.
 
Male VO: (voice-over) Do you currently suffer from Rosso-itis? If so, your likely symptoms may include the following: an unearned feeling of superiority over those whose talent levels eclipse your own… being given countless title opportunities despite others being far more deserving of those same opportunities… living off the fame of a more successful family member, trading in name recognition for actual talent… and, perhaps most dangerous of all, believing that you have any real chance of SURVIVING a sanctioned encounter with Odyssey’s Greatest Threat, let alone having said encounter take place within a prison of steel bars, where anything goes…
 
Male VO: (voice-over) If this sounds like you, odds are, you must either be a Rosso, or you mistakenly consider yourself a part of the Rosso talent tree, which isn’t so much a tree as it is a dead bush, but take heart, for there is ABSOLUTELY NO HOPE FOR YOUR SURVIVAL!
 
At that moment, all the lights inside the hotel room flicker on and off several times, causing the sleeping Diantha to wake up and jump out of bed alertly, going into a defensive stance as the lights continue to flicker on and off for several moments, before finally flickering and staying off. However, the large wall-mounted TV on the wall turns on, showing The Banshee sitting on her “throne,” which is a large, gothic chair lined with red velvet, but it also has skulls of all shapes and sizes protruding out the posts and sides. The Banshee waves at the screen, which causes Diantha to punch the TV in response, shattering it into thousands of plastic and metal pieces. However, the same image then illuminates directly on the wall, apparently coming from a hidden screen projector that Diantha quickly finds and rips out, her anger obvious despite the darkened room, before the footage cuts to black-and-white static, as if the “channel” was “changed.”
 
The next image shows Diantha approaching her customized tour bus, through the lens of another hidden camera. It looks to be early morning, as the moon is still visible, but the sun has yet to show itself on the eastern horizon. Two mechanics stop and approach Diantha, though because the camera feed lacks audio, its unknown what the mechanics tell her. However, Diantha’s face shows frustration, as she walks over to a waiting taxi cab, possibly hailed down by one of the mechanics. As Diantha hops into the cab, the screen switches to another hidden camera. This camera view is inside the cab, and it shows Diantha, the driver, and everything else as if watching through the front windshield. The image then switches to another hidden camera, this one stationed in one of the rear headrests, the angle focused over Diantha’s shoulder, in addition to a small LED screen installed on the backside of the front passenger seat. Furthermore, there now appears to be live audio accompanying the footage, since the cab can now be heard speeding through traffic. However, the LED monitor lights up as if being turned on, followed by The Banshee’s face appearing on the screen, visual graphics of the words “HA! HA! HA!” appearing all over the screen. The Banshee’s maniacal laughter echoes throughout the cab, causing Diantha to instantly become alerted, appearing more angry than frightened.
 
The Banshee: Hello Diantha… sleep well last night? And why did you order out last night, when that hotel has a well-known restaurant that’s got twenty-four/seven room service? I wasn’t a fan of your choices… Be sure to eat well before you arrive to the Staples Center… it may end up being your “last” meal… HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
 
As The Banshee continues laughing, Diantha slams her foot into the LED screen, easily destroying it in a shower of sparks. The taxi then squeals to a sudden stop, with Diantha immediately jumping out of the cab, slamming the door shut before sprinting around to the driver-side window, where the driver sits hunched over, looking at the fare meter, the driver’s face completely obscured. Diantha angrily knocks on the window, which rolls down a bit as the driver turns to face Diantha… revealing the driver to be THE BANSHEE!
 
The Banshee: Oh, there’s no charge! Enjoy yourself, my dear… while you can… HAHAHAHAHA!
 
The Banshee then speeds off laughing, not giving an angry and stunned Diantha enough time to react. The screen then transitions to more black-and-white static before switching to an image of a wide-shot of the Staples Center interior. An Odyssey ring is set up inside, while the arena undergoes its transition to become the venue for the next televised Odyssey. A large, imposing steel cage rests several dozen feet above the ring, suspended by long wire hooks and sophisticated machinery. As the camera zooms in on the suspended steel cage hanging above the ring, The Banshee is seen perched on the very top of the cage bars. The screen then switches to another camera angle, this one directly overhead the hanging steel cage. For some unexplained reason, Karma is also present, appearing to be duct-taped to the cage as well.
 
The Banshee: Do you know what I truly despise?
 
Karma: (voice-over) The fact that Hi-C doesn’t sell Ecto Cooler regularly anymore?
 
The Banshee: NO!!!... Ok, fine, that’s ONE thing, but while that’s just a terrible business decision, there are some things that I despise far more… the so-called “pillars” of Odyssey’s past… Why are so many people stuck on past nostalgia? Do these same people prefer stale potato chips over fresh ones? The Banshee, however, is still the very same thing that she was a year ago… Odyssey’s FUTURE! The Banshee is STILL the future, and ever since last year, The Banshee has gone through great efforts to permanently expunge these archaic and ancient “pillars” from The Banshee’s show once and for all!
 
Karma: (voice-over) And THEY STILL NOT RENAMING ODYSSEY AFTER YOU! SUCH BULLSHIT!
 
The Banshee: Perhaps it is, but what it does matter? Diplomacy is for cowards that hide behind politics and policies… which is why I’ve spent the last eight months taking any and all matters directly into my own hands… the hands of the Crown Bitch!
 
Karma: (voice-over) Oh shit! You motherfuckers are in for it now! The bitch is launching into another classic monologue! Do it up, Doctor Claw!
 
The Banshee: HA! Yes… let’s talk about that word “classic” for a moment… It’s a word that allows those without actual imaginations the ability to “interpret” something from the past as being the “very best,” the “cream of the crop,” however it’s labeled, the basic meaning doesn’t seem to change… AND THAT’S THE FUCKING PROBLEM, ODYSSEY NATION! All these bitches think they’re putting on “classic matches” against “classic superstars,” not for once realizing that they themselves are CONTRIBUTING to Odyssey becoming a very predictable and stale program… ESPECIALLY WHEN THE BANSHEE ISN’T EVEN BOOKED ON THE FUCKING CARD! Sure, Odyssey has gained an influx of supposed new talent lately, but I use the term “talent” very loosely, because most of these backstreet sluts have about as much knowledge about the product as does a virgin nun directing a porno!
 
Karma: (voice-over) Ah shit! You just got GOT, ODYSSEY HOES!
 
The Banshee: It actually doesn’t amaze me anymore, but I used to be surprised at how short and selective everyone’s memories are, especially when it comes to the “senior citizens” clinging to their past legacy, because their current story is no longer interesting, or even relative anymore! I’ve successfully dealt with the OWA’s Golden Girls club so far… but now, it’s time to bring things back full circle… right, Diantha?
 
Karma: (voice-over) Yeah Diantha! You and your non-Twitter-account-having-ass! Hey Diantha, guess what? The only way anyone can see your relevance is to use a time-traveling DeLorean built by Doc Brown! BOOM!
 
The Banshee: Karma… Christ… that was just awful. You just told a very dated joke, and you didn’t even say the punchline correctly... This is the real punchline: DIANTHA ROSSO THINKS SHE CAN DEFEAT THE BANSHEE!
 
The Banshee and Karma: (together) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
 
Karma: (voice-over) Oh my god, oh shit, I can’t fucking breathe! This shit is even funnier than that time you unleashed rats over that junkie rockstar’s stomach! Now THAT SHIT WAS CLASSIC!
 
The Banshee: Diantha Rosso, because you’re nothing more than a beneficiary of your overrated brother’s name… a name that continues losing relevance with each passing moment… a name that’s becoming more and more a forgotten memory… and soon the day will come, when everyone finally sees you the way that The Banshee sees you… as nothing more than a “forgotten memory,” far from becoming the legend that everyone convinces themselves that you are. However, I can’t force myself to lie… it’s such a despicable trait that Aria Jaxon embellishes so much as the new Odyssey GM... and Aria, there will come a time where hiding under your desk won’t be enough to prevent these hands from turning you into another forgotten memory… PERHAPS EVERYONE ON ODYSSEY NEEDS A REMINDER AS TO WHO’S SHOW THEY ARE ON… THE BANSHEE’S SHOW!
 
Karma: (voice-over) ALL HAIL THE CROWN BITCH OF BRUTALITY!!!
 
The Banshee: Come this Monday night, Diantha… I will continue to erase Odyssey’s embarrassing past, when I cast you out as its next “forgotten memory.” Sure, you may have experienced a ton of success, especially at the expense of others… but you haven’t fought against true hatred, have you? DIANTHA… I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR! YOU DISGUST ME! YOUR LITTLE GOODY TWO-SHOES ROUTINE HAS NEVER FOOLED THE CROWN BITCH! So Diantha, this Monday, not only do I reaffirm to the world that only The Banshee remains Odyssey’s Greatest Threat… I’ll also expose you for the real you: someone that isn’t worthy of remembrance at all! However, my fun with you also isn’t done… I’ll see you in LA this weekend… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHA!!!!!

Doubt the legend that I have forged in the fires of strife, you’ll learn to regret it.

Everyone seems to have forgotten the man that stands before you as a legend in the industry that you have taken for granted, the sands of time washing away the monolith of prestige I once was through erosion of the winds, and you embrace that vision of a tired old man who is looking towards the twilight of his career. After Kingdom, did that provide you with a memory of just who will be competing for the OWA World Championship at Game Over? Did watching another friend suffer at the hands of a rival right before your very eyes, helpless to prevent the destruction of his flesh as he bled out, help you come to terms with the fact your days disrespecting the modern monument of professional wrestling excellence I created with my own flesh and blood are numbered? If this wasn’t enough for you to catch that glimpse and the memory to be restored of the man that has won countless world championships and defeated the greatest of foes that this industry could produce, Kingdom will serve another reminder to you in what will be our tag team main event match. You will be standing with the man that has been deemed by many to be the future of this sport, the man who will take the world by storm and claim the richest prizes for himself in Jason Long, and I will be standing beside the two-time OWA Openweight Champion that has been a force to be reckoned with for our Spartans Champion in Kevin Maverick. There’s a litany of things that could be said about this match, but there’s only one thing that I want to make perfectly clear about how this is going to play out for both of us, Jeff, and what it means for Game Over. This match isn’t about the victory itself or being defeated in the middle of the ring because the truth is that no matter the result, the only result that matters is who walks out with the OWA World Championship at Game Over. Sure, having a victory to hang over your head and serve as a proving point to why your fate has been completely sealed for a bitter ending to the honeymoon treatment you’ve been given with that championship would be nice, but it is not the definitive necessity I need from this match. Pinning or submitting the bright future star in Jason Long to show that even the future can’t hold a candle to the legendary figure in this sport that I am, that’s not even the point of this match in terms of what will happen at Game Over. This tag team main event that the both of us will be taking part in is an exhibition match when you truly see it for what it is and it is to showcase what this heroic champion Jeff X has to bring to the table when the bell rings. Every little motion that you do, every method that I can see you create against a formidable opponent to attempt to inch out a victory, and every opportunity and opening that you leave where I can strike when the time comes to end your reign at Game Over, all of it will be made information to be available for my eyes at Kingdom. Every second the tag team main event match continues to play out before our eyes, I receive a personal experience of what Jeff X is all about separated from the matches of the past that he has been a part of. Removed from his rivalry with Havoc or Arata, removed from The Frontline and Ashes of the Wake conflict that has been a centerpiece to this brand to the point where it has essentially become its identity, I can stand across the ring from the current OWA World Champion and see every place he excels and falters at to use to my advantage in this upcoming fight for the elusive prize I intend to claim as my own. My opponents are not short in confidence though, with both holding championship gold upon their shoulders to prove their abilities before the world, and that’s exactly what I want from them. Even with this match only to add to the foundation of a plan I have laid to bring ruin to the heroic Jeff X, I want both of them to believe within the depths of their souls that there is no chinks within that armor of pride they carry with them for the face that they create when I pierce through the crack to strike at their heart, it will be simply delectable to enjoy. Jeff and Ma-- I mean, Jason, will probably have some jokes and words to defend themselves from that statement and they can say whatever they want, present whatever case they believe will make them keep that pride intact. Do everything in your power to cling onto it because soon, it shall be stripped from you.

The Dynasty has already claimed dominion over Olympus and at Game Over, this Kingdom will also bend the knee to us.

Unlike Jeff X showing himself to be a disrespectful champion that has no class, carries himself with no prestige to add upon his name, I haven’t found Jason Long to have the same tone of being out of his league. Jason was one of the men that I had my eye upon even before my return to the Omega Wrestling Alliance because of the talent he had possessed, the way that he had carried himself inside of the squared circle, and the pride of this company in terms of what he has been able to do within this sport. Reinventing himself to cast away the shackles placed upon him, becoming a man to be known as The Best Bout Machine of OWA to infer that there is no man on this entire company who can create match classics like him and there is some degree of truth in there, but before his pride gets to the point where he wants to supersede me as the man sitting upon the throne of excellence as the top figure in the sport today, let me educate this man. Jason, as great as a man you are here in this business, this main event will be a proving ground for you to see where you stand when wrestling royalty stands before you. Don’t fall for the trap that your comrade in this fight will absolutely fall into, believing yours truly to be a relic of the past that can’t bring forth the ability to break you in ways that you never believe to be possible within those ropes, but believe that when you’re staring across the ring from me in combat is a test that you should very much take with grave severity. This is your chance to display that moniker of yours to create the best bout of the night with a splash of your own showmanship, your own panache, and flair to the wrestling landscape, and bring that side of you that will even test me in preparing me for the match where I intend to exceed all limits and expectations to become OWA World Champion and restore the prestige and honor of this industry. In this match that we are in, I want to do something that the good book says, “Iron sharpens iron so one man sharpens another”. I want to fight you at my best because it will sharpen you to the best of your abilities, it will assist you in exceeding the limitations that have been placed before you in this contest between titans, and for you to sharpen me to the point of being prepared for the war that will come for that prize I seek. Win or loss, victory or failure, I intend to give you the fight that you will want your children to remember when they asked what happened when you stood in the ring with Jacob Senn, and do you know what I want you to say in response?

He gave me a reason to show the world why I’m called The Best Bout Machine of OWA.

That’s all I’ve wanted in this business since the very moment I debuted in this industry back in 2009. I wanted to establish my own legacy as one of the greatest wrestlers in the sport that possessed the undeniable qualities of a legendary champion to be remembered throughout its history to create a foundation to promote the true future stars of this business who deserve it. Jeff, you’re not one of those men that I believe should be in the position he is right now and this is a statement I will continue to echo until the moment that championship is removed from you and placed upon the shoulder of someone who truly deserves to hold it. I said the very same thing when Nathan Fiora was holding the Omega Heavyweight Championship and what happened to him at Final Destination? He was removed from that position to someone deserving of the opportunity, someone who I brought underneath my wing in The Dynasty to guide towards that ultimate achievement he had been seeking for years and watch him become the world champion that he should have been. He represents The Dynasty with class, prestige, and a violent caliber that no other man outside of The Dynasty could have ever wished to have achieved with that championship. You’re in the same position and I will do what must be done to remove you from that pedestal that you’ve been put upon. Just like Kenny Drake, a taint to the world champion and legend, you are a disgrace to this brand and that title every day that you walk around this company with your foul jokes of debauchery and carrying yourself as a mere vagrant sleeping underneath a bridge instead of what that title deserves in a champion’s visage. You don’t know what hard work is because all you do is walk around as a mockery for what I’ve done for over a decade in this industry, but you want to talk about Kingdom being the best product in professional wrestling? Don’t make me laugh. As long as your champion, Kingdom has nothing to be proud of and believing that your relevancy with the fans is a reflection of that or what matters at the end of the day is naïve. Do you think I care what these people believe about me? Do you think I hope to win the hearts and minds of the people that watch this product? These people adore you and to me, their adoration of an embarrassment to the company I put my entire heart and soul into, it proves that they don’t matter and would have burned this company to the ground within weeks of getting what they desire. Relevancy to these people is meaningless because they won’t be there in the ring as a salvation for the brutality you’ll be forced to endure, they won’t pay your bills when you’re laid up in a hospital room after everything you’ve defended for them has been stripped away, and relevancy doesn’t matter because it only takes one night and one second of landing the perfect opportunity to change everything about this brand and this company. With this match that’s set to happen at Kingdom, you’re presenting me the perfect opportunity to find the weakness in your defenses to get that one second whether I win this tag team match or lose it. With that, I only have one thing left to say to you and Jason Long for this main event match we have at Kingdom…

Thank you for the opportunity to produce the killing blow to the OWA World Championship reign of a true unworthy hero named Jeff X.

A Platinum Encounter
Odyssey LXIV Vs. Emmanuelle #1

2:15pm
New York City
McArthur Enterprises

*Devi is training in for inside the McArthur Enterprises Training Facility and when she saw the Odyssey Commercial that she's going one on one against "The Sliver Starlet" Emmanuelle. Knowing the fact that both of them are in The Lethal League in LAW representing B Block, Devi had no problem giving a taste of what's to come.*

Woooo! My god i'm rocking out sky high has of late. I mean I've defeated Audrey S. Atlas on the season premiere of Odyssey, Me and my friend Azzy cleansed The remains of The Awakening. I feel like that ever since Damian Evan McArthur came here and I accept his services, I feel more motivated, more focused, and more importantly resilient! And I know what you thinking? Does aligning with Damian and McArthur Enterprises effects my training relationship with Stark? Look, Stark always been looking out for me since last season, I mean his crack that he gave me, gave me a special performance boost at the B.O.B Games and it help me gave me a opportunity for the OWA World Tag Team Championships which I had failed again.

*Devi is wiping down the sweat with the towel and starting drinking her water, as she continues to talk*

Since that day, I had signed with LAW and I made my debut in one of the biggest events in LAW, Lethal Hearts 3! And I had survived couple of competitors in the Sparks Cup Battle Royal and become the Inaugural Lethal Sparks Champion! And you know it was surreal moment for me, my family, even my friends like The 2-Time OWA Champion Jeff X and we still need to go to the bar later on, Azzy who's always been an Adorkable Angel beneath my wings, and to Monica Vaughn over at LAW, I made a promised to you that i'm gonna carried out Brody Sparks legacy has long as i'm holding the Lethal Sparks Championship. And what happened after Lethal Hearts 3, I had a honored fighting against one of Stephanie Matsuda's students, The JET Academy Champion Sora Todoh and she gave me the fight of her life, and she knows how my resiliency come to play and after that match she earned my respect.

*Devi drinking water again and starting striking on the heavy bag*

And now it seems that i'm gonna survived The Lethal League and not only that going in my first Lethal Sparks Championship defense against Atsuko Godai at LAW Americana. There's no rest for this Bloodwolf, and that's what I like! Because i'm training for weeks and weeks to prepare for everything, which leads me to you Emmanuelle. My sweet little Emmy, it seems that you have my attention has of late. And i'm mean look at you, you've had been accomplished so much in your career in Wrestleworld winning the 2020 Dreamscape match not only that winning the Shogun Championship. Look I've been watching you, I've been watching you! You graduate out of the Rosso Dojo and already became the rising star in Efed history. But honey, our path of success is different.

*Devi is grabbing her Lethal Sparks Championship and holding up*

You see Emmy, I had came, saw, conquered, and balled my way to my first championship and I'm planning to collect another one soon, because Emmy, you and me are in The Lethal League in LAW and only one of us is gonna headline Lethal Hearts 4 in Madison Square Garden, but let's not look at the future, let's look at the now, at Odyssey i'm going back to the Staples Center and your own backyard in Los Angeles. I'm gonna still live up the Sparks legacy, and Emmy I want you to bring your absolute best, showed me what Rosso has taught you, cause you know damn well that i'll bring mine. I'll see you soon "Platinum Standard" and remember this...

The Wolf is always at your door!

*Screen fades black*

The Television Championship rested on the table where Noah Reigner sat. The room he was in was empty of all other furnishings. Just this large table, of the plastic variety. You know - one of those typical ones you would see with the hard white plastic top and black painted aluminum legs. In front of the table where several rows of chairs, spaced out about a foot or so apart - waiting for reporters, interviewers, bloggers or whatever form of media representative you could imagine. Immediately after Olympus, this room would be filled with journalists asking talent questions. It wasn’t a rare occurrence, but this was. The empty room, except for one person - Noah Reigner. He sat in his chair, leaning forward with his elbows resting on the table. His arms elevated and his hands folded into one another. His eyes were on the camera man stationed in front of him, and after a moment of the camera focused on the championship, it was pulled back to focus on Reigner - who would immediately begin to speak.

“Against better judgement, I dug into your OWA history. Am I supposed to be impressed with your victory over some fucking fool that calls himself ‘MAV’? Does that somehow equate to earning a shot at my championship? I’ll tell you bluntly, Peter, that I wasn’t impressed with what I saw on Atlantis but that shouldn’t come as a shock - because you, yourself, know that you’re not a real wrestler. You’re a fraud. A little punk ass kid playing pretend. I’m actually surprised that you haven’t either; taken the hint that people like you aren’t welcome in legitimate companies like this and walked away, or that someone hasn’t completely decimated your entire existence and put you in the hospital just on principle. This isn’t a game, Peter. We’re not casuals. You’re stepping into the ring on Olympus against a former multi-time champion. Against the current Television champion. You have all of the talent in the world against you, what exactly are you going to do? Diss me? I’m trained in American-traditional. European-catch. Japanese Strong Style, what about you? You’re not trained. The only thing you’re good at in the ring, is wasting people’s time. Even in a place like Project Honor, you’re a walking joke. You and the entire Drip Productions is an embarrassment. You can’t even cut your teeth there, and that company doesn’t have a quarter of the talent that the OWA has - so what makes you think you’ll be a success here? Whatever it was that crept into your peanut-sized brain and planted the idea that here will be any different than there, you can credit for the amount of shit you’ve found yourself in at Olympus.”

“See, I’m not like any of the other guys that might cut you a break because they find some amusement in toying with the mentally challenged. I’m not like those guys that’ll give you a false sense of hope, telling you ‘one day you’ll get the hang of it’ because - let’s face it - you won’t. No matter the amount of time, no matter the amount of training, studying and work you put into your craft - you’ll never be one of the ‘good ones’. You’ll never amount to anything because you’re a moron - plain and simple. The biggest opportunity of your life directly in front of you but you’re going to blow it because you don’t take this seriously. You’re doing this for the laughs, for the memes, because you turned out to be dog-shit when it came to rapping. Who’s honestly surprised to find out that you’re also dog-shit when it comes to this profession? Not me. I’ve gone over the fact that you have no training, and I know there are cases of prodigies in the ring that just seem to have it naturally. You, however, do not. I’ve watched the pathetic attempt at a match you had on Atlantis. A three minute borefest that should have never happened. A match against a bigger twit than even you, and you didn’t even body the guy. You’re less than mediocre and it showed clearly in that match. As far as charisma? Someone like you, you should have that in spades one would think. What, with all of the influencing you do - the hip-hop persona - the drip and swag? But unfortunately your charisma equates to absolute dick. Listening to you, with your street-lingo, go on about - whatever - it is you talk about is enough to render the normal person unconscious. In fact, Petey the dead bird has more charisma than you even while headless - and he’s still being stroked by Blind Billy down the hall in 4C. A fictitious headless bird is more of a star than you will ever be. You hate to see it.”


He shook his head from side to side, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. His arms would drop onto the table, but his eyes wouldn’t leave the camera in front of him. After a moment, he stopped clicking his tongue and began to speak again.

“While you’ve been busy sucking a bag of dicks in reference to the rap game, I’ve been busting my ass in this profession. You know ... the one you’re using as a fall back and as an excuse to turn yourself into a living meme. Iron sharpens iron, Peter. And I’ve sharpened my skills - I’ve honed my craft and became one of the best to ever step foot in the ring by competing against the likes of Aria Jaxon - Jacob Senn - Darkane - Graham Baker, the list goes on for days. I’ve headlined large scale events, sold out enormous venues, and raised championships high in the air - while you’ve sat at home in the safety of Mommy and Daddy’s basement, watching your tracks slip further and further down the ‘Trending’ charts. I’m known all around the world, from America - to the UK - to Europe - to Japan and back. You? You will never know that level of stardom. Not in this industry, not in the rap industry. You’re a fly by night, flash in the pan, flavor of the month. You will never do anything substantial to be remembered. You will never have that rivalry that draws everyone’s attention. You will never have that championship win and run that ensures you will forever be regarded as one of the best. You will never impress your peers. Sooner or later, the joke will run its course with the boys in the back and they will no longer entertain the idea of some wannabe hanging out with them.”

“Difference between the boys in the back and myself is that I’m already over your act.”

He shrugged his shoulders. His lack of compassion for the kid, the untrained kid who decided to take a swim in shark infested waters, was shining through brightly. Not that he cared. In a sudden movement, he pushed his chair back away from the table and stood up to his feet.

“I know my talent, and I know the level of competition that I deserve to be placed against. You ain't it, Peter. OWA is simply pandering to the internet community, trying to bridge a gap to all of the fucking dweebs who waste their lives watching other dweebs vlog or whatever, thinking that someone actually gives two fucks about what their opinions or what they do with their pointless, mediocre, wasted lives. While the waves you thought you were making on SoundCloud or BandCamp turned out to be only ripples in the water - my actions have caused tidal waves, dangerous and life threatening, in this industry. No one gives a fuck about Big Drip Productions when the Corsairs are running roughshod over every organization that we’ve stepped foot into. No one gives a fuck about your group of merry-morons when the Corsairs have expanded beyond numbers to which you couldn’t even count to. To be blunt, no one in this industry cares about you or your presence here. If they tell you they do, they’re deliberately lying to you. Which brings me back to what I said before - I don’t find amusement in playing games with the mentally inept.”

“So when I say that at Olympus, I’m not coming to play games - believe me, it’s real. My intentions are to keep the Television Championship, at any and all costs. Beyond that? My intentions are to fucking humble you, kid. You want to make a mockery of this? You want to make the profession - the life - that I’ve chosen to live, into a meme for you and your simple minded fuckboys? Then you deserve to get the brunt of the aggression. You deserve to be treated exactly how I would treat any other person that comes challenging for my title. I’m not going to take it easy on you just because your idea of ‘training’ is sitting front row and copying the moves you’ve seen on your idiot friends. You’re a big boy, you decided to climb into the ring with a world-class professional; you deserve the guaranteed ass-kicking that’s coming your way. And if you’re smart? You’ll decide to call it a career and go back to your weak as fuck battle raps. But you’re not smart, are you? That’s why you’re here - here with no training, no experience and no idea of what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Noah would pick up the championship that sat on the table. The straps tucked behind the faceplate to prop it up, snapped together so it wouldn’t move. He unsnapped the straps and positioned the title proudly on his shoulder. This was when that infamous smirk would cross his lips.

“It’s okay though, Peter. You won’t be the first braindead idiot that I’ve humiliated and embarrassed in the ring - and I highly doubt you will be the last. But hey, maybe this will be a lesson for you kid. Don’t show up somewhere, thinking you’re going to be the king fuck of shit mountain when you don’t put in the work to deserve it. Be sure, though, to waste time writing your piss-poor rhymes and tweeting - because that is what’s important, right?”

Noah threw a wink at the camera.

“Fix your priorities before you step into the ring with the fucking Ace. First, last and only warning.”

So time is getting closer and we're about to find out who will have the Hybrid Championship and who will still maintain their Olympus job.

I want to be that guy because first, this is my first defense and I don't want to lose the Hybrid Championship right away and I'm ready to bring the Hybrid Championship to another level.

I'm not sure if I could do that but at least I have the resume of being a former World Champion which means I'll bring more money to Olympus and OWA in general when they see a Hybrid title defense. That is the truth. I have a strong fan base over the years no matter where I go, even some people still cheer on me during my darkest days in Wrestleworld and for OWA in general, I would like to keep my own fan-bases to tune in to Olympus.

Olympus has always been good to me. They always give me a chance after chance. They want me to succeed so badly and in return, I have to do more than best for Olympus.

And that is why this stipulation fits for me. If I couldn't give more than my best against Teddy Mac, then yes, I'm out from Olympus because that means Olympus is not for me because they have a lot of great wrestlers. I might not be among "the greats". Be it "not anymore" or I was never great to begin with.

Worst case scenario, if I'm out of Olympus then there's no guarantee that Kingdom or even OWT would want me. I might be out of OWA in general. I mean I still have Wrestleworld and SSW Contracts in general and I for sure might want to try looking for alternatives. Promotions like PWN, Kingdom Pro, and Project Horror are great promotions out here just to name a few. I know for a fact a lot of OWA, Wrestleworld, and SSW names are in those 3 companies.

They are great promotions but so is OWA and we've been running the longest out of them all. OWA is always around and they have been good to me. Never had a problem with the authorities too, so why would I want to leave OWA?

As for Teddy Mac, I know the guy has a lot of talents, a bright future, and some friends. You name it all. Hell, he dropped some weight and is in good shape now. He is marketable. Everyone knows it. Props to him.

He can fight dirty and he can fight cleans too. He knows both games. He's that versatile. He can fight for the goods but he doesn't mind to be a dirty fighter either. It's up to him how he wants to choose to fight. The guy has kids after all. He gotta do what is the best for him to survive and he has to do so to maintain his profits.

Personally, I have no money issues. But if Teddy Mac loses to me, he could go to Kingdom and I believe OWT would love to welcome him back too. The options are countless for him. I'm sure PWN, Kingdom Pro, and Project Horror would love to have him too. Plus he still has that Wrestleworld and SSW money just like I do, so I doubt Teddy would have a financial issue if he's out from Olympus after all.

That means I don't have to feel guilty for beating him after all. This is never a money issue from his part after all. His issue is me. First thing first, I have expressed and given him credit for how he has improved and all but in a one on one match, I still have the edge on him. I beat him clean and clear when he had his buddies try to help him out. I think that was a good showing on my part, am I right?

Teddy Mac needs to prove it to me, to his kids, to the audiences, and basically to everyone that he can beat me. I'm sure he can and it could happen on Olympus too. I'm sure he thinks he can beat me but he needs to make it a reality.

I know Teddy Mac thinks he can beat me. After all, the man puts his Olympus job on the line right?

But that's it. He thinks he can beat me but I know I can beat him. Teddy Mac is aware of this too. To him, beating me is everything to him. Everything that he needs to do. Everything that he should have done a long time ago. He has to prove that he's just not some "Tag Team specialist" which I don't get from this part.

Tag teams are never bad. Tag teams are great. Tag team specialists are part of pro wrestling. But the way Teddy Mac says it is like it's such a bad thing. After all, it would be too hypocritical for him to say that he's ashamed as part of it considering he has tagged with me, Jungle Jaguar, Travis Murphy, and Big Naheem. Maybe count Jacob Senn, Darkane, and Matt Miles too.

But to his credit, he proves his worth already as a single wrestler and not to mention, he became a World Champion just two years after his debut. He made his pro wrestling debut in 2017 and he won the OWT World Championship in October 2019. Isn't that awesome? He is Mr. Anything is Possible after all. He wants to prove that beating me is possible for him too, which it is. There's no way I'm invisible. Far from it. I have more losses on my records than winning matches.

So, the percentage of Teddy Mac beating me is pretty high. I know that and I'm acknowledging it. Perhaps and perhaps, he needs this win more than I do.

But I also have given my two cents that I don't want to lose this match, I don't want to lose the Hybrid Championship, and I don't want to leave Olympus or even OWA yet. I'm still here and I have to bring more than my A Game to beat Teddy Mac. Teddy Mac is gambling his fate and I'm ready to show him how much of a bad gambler he is.

This is my chance to prove that I can be a better Hybrid Championship than Mark Michaels and there's no better way to start my Hybrid Championship title defense against a former best friend and the man who also happened to be my first challenger for my SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Championship before. I don't mind kicking his ass twice and I'll do it properly this time around.

No one is going to interfere in this match, Teddy. Unlike last time. It's now just between you and me, and I'm eager to prove that Olympus Has Fallen for you, Teddy. Time to search for a new Kingdom for you.

Hey, LeBrock, why don’t you shut the fuck up and let Nakita speak for herself. She’s a grown ass woman, and I hope she can certainly take a beating like one. I don’t give a damn if you are out here trying to re-write your history, but how about you stay the fuck away from re-writing mine. That’s not how this work and if you are trying to convince DuBov this is how destiny works, it isn’t. 

Destiny has already dictated my existence is suffering. You want to change all of this shit? You want to fix it. By all means, do it. Correct the orders of life and make my pain go away. Make growing up in the shadow of a brother who was a prodigy go away. Make my short marriage because of company bullshit because they didn’t want be burdened by the name of a “McQueen” go away. Make knowing that I have been nothing more but a fuckin tool my entire life, whether the military, wrestling, you name it, make that go away! The public, big corporations, they have all told me that I am nothing more than an asset, and people look at me like it’s weird that someone like me just wants friends that can treat me as just that, a human being. All my life, all you can do is look down on me, and here you are Nakita, using a stooge to talk about me instead of saying that shit to my face, because what? I’m not worthy enough for you? 

And now that I finally want something, I want revenge, you want to take that away from me, and you don’t even have the damn decency to directly talk to me. Let’s stop the pussyfooting and walking on egg shell and just acknowledge the elephant in the room. I know how everyone sees me backstage. It sickens you all to see me this close to the world title, and you all were right to be worried, because all I can think about now is just how I intend to do destroy it. You’re right? I do have the C-4s. I have incinerators! I have hydraulic presses, acid, and even enough firepower to launch it to the fuckin sun! I probably have enough of an arsenal to bring down an entire country if I wanted to, but believe it or not, I’m not in the interest of starting wars, I’m in the business of ending them. All you bitches back here, all you know how to do is start shit and fight. 

It’s hard now. It really is, especially with April gone. Jonetta was the only friend I had back there, and even that is a wash now, so once again, I, Revy am left all alone, and based on your declaration, you intend to keep me that way. ...I want this, and I am not your tool. No one is gonna convince me. There is no change of heart here. I’m committed to this. I’m focused. Don’t act like this was all your masterplan. You were not booked to stop me. This, this should be a simply wrestling match that you probably would had won, but you had to go out here and run your mouth and convince everyone that Nakita DuBov is gonna save Odyssey from this menace, Revy, and coat tail off controversy that I started, because the sad fuckin truth is, that is really all you can do. 

You can’t make waves on your own, let’s spin the media and make Revy the bad guy, and you know what? I don’t fuckin care. There are 99 things trying to ruin my life, and you, Nakita, ain’t gonna be one of them. I am a lot of things, I’m a bitch. I’m a cheater. I’m an idiot, and I’m a loser. But the one thing I haven’t been, I haven’t been a liar. Every single god damn night, I bare my truth to the world. My heart and soul, and to think, how stupid I gotta be to do all that, hold back that dangerous side of me and get what in return? I’m a laughing stock and what people back there may consider, “an easy win.” Maybe some other night, Nakita, but not this night. No… I’m not holding back no more. I’m not gonna follow the rules out of common courtesy. I’m not gonna stick to flashbangs knowing that it’s not fatal anymore. What you have coming, Nakita, you don’t deserve it. But I can assure you, a lot of targets I had in a previous career, they didn’t deserve it either. In the end, it’s part of the job, and you should treat it as such, a job. Don’t twist the narrative from what it really is. Don’t try to use this moment to assert yourself into the moment, because all that is gonna do is result in you falling flat on your face and looking stupid. 

But lucky for you, I’m here, so people aren’t gonna pay attention to you and focus on me, Revy. The difference between you and I, Nakita, whether you win or lose, nobody gives a shit, but with me, they love to see me lose and hate to see me win. And I have no intention of rewriting that. It is what it is, the the best thing for me to do now is to just steer into it. I can’t win any of you over. Not you, not anyone backstage. I tried so hard, to just convince maybe just one… JUST ONE to not hate me. And I couldn’t. I failed at that too. And the sad truth is, just maybe…. JUST MAYBE! If I had one friend, we wouldn’t need to go down this way. Me, seeking revenge and cursing THAT…. The OWA Women’s Championship. 

The title never meant anything to me. It didn’t matter to me that everyone else would go to war for it, but as long as I had some kind of companionship, it was ok. But I couldn’t even have that, and here you are, rubbing salt in my wound, pointing out the obvious, that I am a complete and utter failure and have no place here. Well Fuck you and Everyone else. You all want the championship?! If I can’t have what I want, then neither can any of you all! Yeah…. I’m gonna be…. THAT PETTY…. ASS…..BITCH!

Fuck you Nakita. Fuck you and your incredibly long and hard to spell and pronounce nickname! I’ll have you know that I don’t fight to win. All my life, I’ve always fought to survive, and despite all the bullshit that has come my way, I’m still standing, because in the end, I cannot die, I will not die, and if I go down, I’m gonna bring you, that OWA Women’s  Title, Jonetta, and everyone else dumb enough to follow with me. I don’t just bring pain, I bring misery. You better fight to win, Nakita, because if you down, it’s nothing but a downward spiral for you from here. And maybe then, when I get my hands on the title, and I destroy the shit out of it, you will finally get it. You will all finally get it. You will all understand what it’s like to watch something you work so hard to obtain, to protect, and worship, get destroyed before your very eyes. Because DuBov, that is exactly what Jonetta did to me, and you have the god damn audacity to send your little bitch to tell me this is where my story ends? ….Big…. fuckin… mistake!

(The feed opens up to an awkward selfie camera view of NAMI’s bodyguard, best friend, and manager, Oni Ushii. Oni Ushii looks confused until she presses the button to flip it to the back camera. NAMI’s penthouse comes into view, but The Golden Queen is nowhere to be seen. Ushii grunts and starts walking around looking for her.)

Oni Ushii: Come on NAMI. Get over here. I didn’t let the interviewer in this time. We’ll do the segment ourselves, hmph. 

(Still no sign of NAMI. Ushii continues searching for NAMI, going through the kitchen, to her bathroom, to the cocaine room, finally walking into her bedroom. Ushii checks the balcony and hot tub, but she isn’t there. Ushii turns around and almost drops her phone after being startled. She sees long hairs on the floor in front of NAMI’s bed. Ushii kneels down to check...)

Oni Ushii: Are you serious?

(Ushii turns the flash on the camera and sees NAMI hiding underneath her bed. NAMI looks frightened with eyes wide.)

NAMI: Is she here?

Oni Ushii: The interviewer? No, I told her to leave -- 

NAMI: Not her... 

(NAMI peeks her head out from underneath the bed and glances around.)

Oni Ushii: Who? It’s just me and you here.

(NAMI tucks her head back underneath the bed.)

NAMI: She’s here I can feel it... 

Oni Ushii: Oh, do you mean The Banshee?

NAMI: YES! Don’t say her name out loud, are you crazy?!

Oni Ushii: Relax. Get out from under there.

NAMI: NO! -- 

(NAMI starts kicking and screaming as Oni Ushii grabs her by the arms and pulls her out. Ushii picks NAMI up to her shoulders and ignores her banging her fists on her back trying to break free. Ushii holds the phone at an awkward angle as she carries NAMI out to the living room, throwing her on the couch and sitting down across from her. The camera is focused on NAMI, and her disheveled hair, baggy eyes, and pale skin - the hallmarks of someone who hasn’t slept in days.)

NAMI: Are you recording me?! Are you uploading this?! What the hell are you -- 

(NAMI gets up to grab her phone but Ushii pushes her back to her seat.)

Oni Ushii: Listen girl. Sit down. You didn’t come all this way to be scared now.

NAMI: I don’t know about you, but I’M the one who has to get in the ring with that monster. You saw what she did to Azumi! If Azumi can’t even fight her then how can I?

Oni Ushii: Those were different circumstances. Unless Banshee shows up at an abandoned hospital with me tied up to a torture machine, you can’t compare the situation. Remember, underneath the paint, underneath the insanity and that desire to punish and torture everyone in her path, underneath her otherworldly powers, underneath her endless rage and vengeance for anyone who ever crosses her path --

NAMI: IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER?!

Oni Ushii: Let me finish. Underneath all of that... she’s still a human. No different than you at the end of the day. Well actually she’s very strong unlike you, and despite having a personality disorder, she’s more sane than you. Let’s ignore all of that though. I don’t think we need to talk any further about what The Banshee can do or what she’s capable of. You already learned that lesson in the harshest way possible. She defeated you so badly that you were ashamed to show your face in this country for months. It took a six month JET Academy Championship for you to regain the confidence to return to OWA. Now are you going to let all of that work, energy, and effort go to waste just because you’re too scared to stand up to someone who’s kicked your ass in the past? Remember where you came from NAMI. Failure isn’t new to you, and neither is fear. You’ve lived through both, in your idol days, in your wrestling days, even in your personal life. You lived through it all but you conquered it and you’re here now, better than ever, right? You’re not the same NAMI that The Banshee dominated last time. You’re finally starting to live up to your title of The Golden Queen in wrestling. Your work is paying off, and your quiet effort is starting to be known. Your popularity grows, people are taking note of your skill. You’ve worked so hard to make it this far, and I can’t lie - I still don’t think you can beat The Banshee. But what you can do is stand across from her with no fear in your eyes. What you can do is look her down, woman to woman, and show her that you’re someone she can’t disregard or take easily. Show her how far you’ve come and how much stronger you’ve gotten. Don’t let her kick your ass so easily. Knock her to the ground, hit her with everything you have, make HER fear YOU. You’re capable of at least all of that, it’s not like you had an easy time over in JET when you were gone from here. You continued to improve, you defended that JET Academy Championship with the fire and ferocity of a top champion, of a woman deserving of the title of ‘Queen’. Sure I may have helped you out here and there, and I’ll be there to help you again. But when I see you get into that zone, you forget I’m even there. I don’t think you can even see the fans or arena, or anything outside of the ring. That state of mind I’ve seen you reach where it’s just you and your opponent in your head and nothing else, that’s what you need to even have a chance of fighting The Banshee. But you’ll never reach that mental state if you’re scared NAMI. So let me ask you woman to woman, and I need you to answer me as honestly as possible... 

(Oni Ushii leans in, coming face to face with NAMI.)

Oni Ushii: Are you scared of The Banshee? 

(NAMI turns her head to the side to avoid eye contact with Oni Ushii and starts fidgeting her leg.)

NAMI: .... Yes. I’m scared of The Banshee.

Oni Ushii: Then we need to -- 

(NAMI turns face to face with Oni Ushii and stands up confidently.)

NAMI: I’m scared of The Banshee, but that doesn’t mean I won’t fight her! I’ll show her what it takes to be the Golden Queen -- 

Oni Ushii: OOGA BOOGA!!! 

(NAMI screams and drops to the ground, trying to crawl under the couch. Oni Ushii shakes her head and reaches down to grab her, picking her up and throwing her back on the couch. NAMI tries hiding her head but Oni Ushii holds her face to face with herself. NAMI sobs uncontrollably.)

Oni Ushii: Listen. 

NAMI: STOP! This isn’t a joke! She threatened me! 

Oni Ushii: SO WHAT?! That’s what you’re supposed to do before a match! Get yourself together before I slap some sense into you!

NAMI: NO DON’T HIT MY FACE! Okay, I’ll calm down. Put me down.

(Oni Ushii lets go of NAMI and NAMI plops down on the couch before sitting up straight.)

Oni Ushii: So what if she threatened you? I watched her video too. To be honest, I don’t think she even considers you an opponent. She’s more concerned about Diantha Rosso right now. To her, facing you is an offense. She thinks you’re below her. That you don’t have the ability or even the right to challenge her. 

NAMI: She’s right. Last time I got into the ring with her I embarrassed myself. She injured me, she came after me and hurt me like she had a vengeance against me and I didn’t even know her! That was our first time ever even stepping into the ring together! Now that she remembers me? That she knows who I am? That I dare come back and try to face her again... She’s mad about it! She thinks I’m disrespecting her! She’s mad at Aria Jaxon for even booking me against her, she’s going to kill me this time! I’m just standing in front of her way of Diantha and she’s going to mutilate me this time to get me out of her way for good!

Oni Ushii: You’re right. That’s exactly how she thinks, and that’s exactly what she wants to do to you. But are you going to let her? To be honest NAMI, I’m surprised to see you this scared. Against anyone else, would you tolerate such blatant disrespect? She’s booked against you and barely even spoke on you. She’s more worried about Diantha Rosso and what’s to come in the weeks ahead that she isn’t even focused on who’s standing in front of her now. Like I said, you’re different from when you faced her last time. She thinks she’ll be facing the same scrub that she wiped the floor with last time. Is that true? Are you going to admit before you even go in? Show her that she’s wrong and foolish for acting like you’re beneath her. She shouldn’t be worrying about whenever she has to fight Diantha Rosso, she should be focused on the woman standing in front of her. Are you just some ant that she can step on and move forward with her day, or are you The Golden Queen?! Shouldn’t she be in awe of your shine and excellence? Shouldn’t she be on her hands and knees in reverence! She shouldn’t be using you as an example of her power, she should be using you as the standard to measure hers! She should be kissing the ground you walk on, not spitting in your face! Get yourself together and remember who you are!

(NAMI sits back and takes a deep breath. Suddenly a scowl takes over her face and she sits back up.)

NAMI: You’re... you’re... you’re right! Who does this BITCH think she is?! You snapped my arm like a twig? I’m a TWIG to you?! Bitch I’m skinny but I’ve beaten women twice your size in Japan! Oh and speaking of my time in Japan, I was actually a champion back there! Many months, many defenses, but it’s not something you’d be able to understand. You’ve been on Odyssey for well over a year now, how many championships have you won? Let’s forget about your in-ring achievements or the fact that you knew you’d NEVER beat Azumi Goto, and that’s why you orchestrated your stupid little “playhouse”, because you knew that the only way you’d ever be able to compete with a legend like her is to hole yourself up in that mental asylum with your shitty booby traps and evil VOODOO! I can’t respect someone like you who has to play games to win. I could just as easily take the easy path like you did, but unlike myself, you’re a pathetic and scared little girl. You failed as Morrighan McDonnell. Over and over again, you failed. People thought nothing of you, you were nothing more than some failed OWT call-up or wherever you came from, and that’s when you realized that all of your failures as an in-ring competitor could be made up for with your Academy Award tier set production and your deal with the Devil or whatever else gave you that awful magic. Just like you called me a sacrificial lamb, you yourself were the same. Don’t tell me there wasn’t a point in Odyssey’s history when someone could see that they would face Morrighan McDonnell and scoff and call it an easy win. Just like you’re underestimating me now, I know that you yourself have been underestimated in the past. So when you look underneath it all, I’ll tell you exactly what The Banshee is - the product of all of Morrighan McDonnell’s insecurities, including her ugly wrinkly face that she needs to hide behind her face paint, let alone her failures as a wrestler. Thanks for the pep talk Oni, honestly, I wouldn’t be able to do it without you, and as for this piece of shit who’s so bold enough to underestimate me and think of me as several levels beneath her... Morrighan, you’re about to learn that all throughout those fairy tales they used to read us when we were children, every ugly hag, witch, or banshee is just another tiny hindrance to the Golden Queen, the hero of the story, and ultimately... The winner at the end.

(NAMI grabs the phone out of Oni Ushii’s hand and ends the feed after that one liner.)

(The scene opens inside that large office building where we see "The Fem Phenom" Nakita DuBov seated down in a chair while her advocate, Kevin Edward LeBrock stands by on his styles cane on her right side. Nakita is quiet and focused with her hood pulled up over her head, and she is wearing her round mirror shade sunglasses. LeBrock speaks to his client as he looks down at the woman who is obviously taller and larger than him but he is therefore equal on her level.)

LeBrock: "How was your working out Nakita? I trust that you are ready to take on Revy this week on Odyssey?"

(Nakita says nothing but instead acknowledges LeBrock with a subtle slow nodding "yes" answering his question.)

LeBrock: "I take it that you heard what she had to say about you today?"

(Nakita again, says nothing but acknowledges to LeBrock with another subtle slow nodding "yes" before he continues on.)

LeBrock: "Would you care to respond or add anything?"

(Nakita, this time, says nothing, but acknowledges to LeBrock a slow nodding "no" answering his question.)

LeBrock: "Well, once again I've got this one and pretty much know how to represent you and anticipate your answers. I can do this again; however, if you feel the need to speak, just tap me on the shoulder at any time when your ready. Otherwise, be seen and not heard, you know just be you."

(Nakita, does a nodding "yes" and an "Okay" gesture, as LeBrock pats her on the shoulder and then looks to the camera ready to talk.)

LeBrock: "You know Revy, no bull shit, we like you, really do, and if Nakita DuBov was in this company to make nice with the girls in the back, or kiss the babies in the crowd, and play nice, you'd be on the top of our friends list, but the thing is Revy, Nakita is not here to make friends. There is an old saying that 'it is better to be feared, than it is to be loved'. Nakita has taken that to heart her entire life. You see Revy, in this business, in this dog eat bitch world that we live in breath in, we can never or ever have both. We either fuck people up, or we are the ones that get fucked. Being a big six-foot-four, near two hundred pound, very muscular, very fit, very talented natural athlete, take my word for it that being her friend is the last thing on her mind. Nakita does not play well with others. It is her verses the entire world and she is going to watch it all burn then trample it's smoldering ashes under her feet in order to be the best that the entire OWA has ever seen. Yes, she has played the role and embraces being a tag team partner before but she is not one to form alliances or factions or cliques. She is in this business for herself. Everything that Nakita does is make Nakita eclipse such a names as Aria Jaxon, April Song, Alyssa Grace, and every other woman that is in the back trying their best to ignore her, but her shadow can never be ignored because she is blocking their sun and bringing storm clouds down on their parade.  It really does indeed suck that you had to learn these lessons the hard way but again like old cliche says, 'better late than never at all'. Believe it or not Revy, Nakita and I well more than sympathize with your plight and feel where you are coming from and if apathy didn't course through her veins and she didn't lead with her fist and her feet to do all of her talking for her she really would feel all kinds of choked up about having to do damage to your crazy little ass, but that's just the way that it is going to be and that's that. Personally, if I was you, I'd rather have hate in my heart than love because hate is the only thing one can appreciate. Take Nakita, regardless of our sympathies for you, she is still going to look down upon you, look you dead in the eye with those cold green eyes, and fuck you up, but that is makes Nakita...well, Nakita. She doesn't have to rely on her talk and her mouth like Jonetta Stone and try to hurt you with her venomous words, she just does. Nakita doesn't waste time with words. Fighting is the only thing that she knows how to do and she does it very, very well, and if I were you, I'd learn that one real quick. Nakita won't blindside you, she will take the fight right to you and you know what you are going to get."

"But you missed the point that I was making about Nakita, we are not going into this match on Odyssey out of revenge or trying to honor the code. We it before and we will more than reiterate it now. Nakita is coming into this match against you Revy to re-write the narrative and eliminate you from any would be plans of gunning for Jonetta Stone and her OWA World Women's Championship. She is coming in to grind your Houston ass into glass. She is going to turn you into a puffy cloud of red mist, and it will be the end of you before you even had a chance to really begin. Nakita is a woman of sheer will, tangible made for flesh and bone intensity, and of raw focus and she is keyed and locked right onto you with one goal on her mind and that is to seek and destroy and Nakita will not accept anything less than your defeat at her hands in the center of that ring within the Stan Sherriff Center this week on Odyssey. Then, when Nakita is done with you Revy, then she will take her rightful place at the head of the line and go through Jonetta Stone and run through her like the wet tissue paper champion that she is and then set herself firmly upon her throne, plant her heels squarely in the ground, let it take root, and it is there where she will not be moved, not from you, not anybody until her legacy eclipse that of the most latest and most recent inductee of the OWA Hall Of Fame, Aria Jaxon."

"Yeah, we know that these are very lofty ambitions for someone such as Nakita who has had a rather up and down last season when she first came into the OWA, but all that is in the past and now she walks into season four ready to prove both to herself, and to the entire company that she has what it takes to take the crown and run with it into the future. You see Revy, this is all about seeing an opportunity and making the most of it by taking it with both hands not letting go. You are that golden ticket. What you did to Jonetta Stone was just the beginning and Nakita will feast on her just as she will feast on you. She will devour you. She will claim your essence. She will outright fuck you up, and all because you made a god bleed. Well Nakita is going to embrace one old saying and that is 'keep what you kill'. Your defeat at Nakita's hands will serve as a cautionary tale to every woman in the back that nobody screws with Nakita DuBov."

"In closing, I part with these words Revy to you, come Odyssey, bring everything that you've got. Bring you anger, bring your angst, bring your flashbang, bring that shotgun that you spent so much time talking all while you were cleaning and assembling in your promo and you best be prepared to use it because when you do and you find out that it has no affect on 'The Red-Headed Leviathan', then you will have wished that you brought some C-4 and a bazooka, and it still wouldn't stop Nakita from giving you the most vicious ass whooping that you have ever faced in your life. You may of faced a lot of beating in all of your young years as a professional wrestler, but you have never faced an opponent like Nakita DuBov before and after this week, or ever since. Should you actually find it within yourself to somehow manage to survive your encounter with you, just listen to your body and it will tell you just how many of your best and prime years were taken off of your career and your life. When it is all said and done Revy, you are going to be known else other than Jonetta god killer, and that is you will have a severe case of PTSD, and an out of control opiate addiction. So sweet dreams Revy, because after Odyssey, Nakita will be living rent free inside your cranium and haunting your waking dreams as you sleep as you will have to endure reliving this beating over and over again in perfect high def clarity within that 5'7, 122 pound thick skull of yours. So again, I reiterate when I say to you Revy, sucks to be you, and count on it. This is not just prediction, not just a spoiler, it just is. Count on it Revy, count on it."

(A hand taps LeBrock's shoulder as Nakita DuBov stands up from her seat. She pulls off her hood and removes her round mirror shade sunglasses as she beams lasers back into the camera filled with rage and intensity into it.)


LeBrock: "Well looks like you do care to add onto this conversation Nakita. The floor is yours my dear."

Nakita: "I echo and stand by everything that my advocate has said and fully intend to more than back it up on Odyssey Revy and then some with interests. You see Revy, I do have something that matters to me and I get up in the morning every day for. I live for my wife Delilah, and I live for my daughter Tzofiya Rae. She is only two right now, but when she is sitting on her momma's lap and she sees me laying waste to you, to Jonetta Stone, to Dulce Torres, to Diantha Rosso, to Alyssa Grace, and to the entire Odyssey roster and even to that of the other brands throughout the OWA all together, that her mother is and lives up to her name as the 'Evisceration of Armageddon'. Those are whom truly matters to me. They are the only ones that will ever matter to me which means that as much as I may like what you did to Jonetta Kidney Stone or respect why you did what you did, you will never or ever matter to me. See you in the ring at Odyssey, survive if you can, but win you will not."

(The scene fades out as it closes out on Nakita's green eyes.)

The camera opens up inside a grand foyer of a beautiful palace. Although it’s evidently dark outside, the strong light from the full moon illuminates the entire room in a soft, gray light. A long flight of stairs leading to the second floor sits centered in the shot, as The Banshee comes down the stairs, twirling Karma in her hand as a baton. Suddenly, the lights flickered off as the sharp, crackling sound of thunder pierces the once-silent air. A few flashes of lightning light up the foyer again, only this time it all looks rotted, worn-down, and in a state of neglect and disrepair, almost as if this environment came from another realm entirely, yet The Banshee continues down the stairs, never once breaking stride. Another boom of thunder is followed by the lights flicking back on, showing the foyer back in its original state.
 
The Banshee: When most Americans think of Hawaii, it’s usually accompanied by images of sunny beaches, dormant volcanos, and colorful shirts. In other words, for many it’s a small slice of paradise, one of the most desired vacation spots on the planet… but many don’t realize that Hawaii, like most other places where the stench of humankind is overly pungent to the nostrils, has a very dark history. Take this place for example, the ‘Iolani Palace in Honolulu. A shining example of the notion of beauty when it comes to American Florentine architecture, ‘Iolani Palace is the only official royal residence anywhere on U.S. soil, making this building right here truly fit for a…
 
The Banshee turns her head towards the stairs, right as the camera quickly zooms in towards the back of her head, stopping in its tracks once she turns her face back to the camera, a wicked grin on her face.
 
The Banshee: QUEEN! And no, not some self-bestowed bullshit title of lineage that bitches like the Queens of Wrestling gave themselves just to sell more t-shirts, but actual royalty, and on Odyssey, there is only one true queen... THE QUEEN OF THE MONSTERS… However, what makes this place unusual is that it was built adjacent to Pohukaina, which is a sacred burial ground reserved only for nobility… a royal tomb that locals say is still haunted today, past Hawaiian kings and queens refusing to let go of once what was theirs… Hmmm, that sounds pretty familiar, doesn’t it Karma?
 
The Banshee holds up Karma to her face, looking directly at her sentient lead pipe. An accompanying voice-over plays over the images, illustrating a look into the mind of The Banshee, since in her twisted mind, Karma is a living object capable of intelligent thoughts and strong opinions.
 
Karma: Why you involving me in your little Schoolhouse Rock presentation there? What, you think we on the Reading Rainbow or something? Besides, I’m ready to get my tan on! Why we hanging out here, in some creepy-ass hotel when we could be sipping pina coladas out of a pineapple instead?
 
The Banshee: (slapping her forehead) Oh goddammit Karma, don’t start with me again. You know full well why we’re here… It’s exactly the type of place that feels right at home for creatures of the night… a place where phantoms can thrive… a place where nightmares are born… And Diantha Rosso, your nightmare began on Odyssey once we broke and bloodied your thick skull! That’s why I tolerate your antics, Karma. You’re extremely irritating, but the way you allow me to spill meat out of a split skull is nothing short of elegant and beautiful… Dammit, Karma, why is there an Alexa in the corner?
 
Karma: That’s because I’m trying to get my jam on while you monologue like some 80s cartoon character! But hey, don’t you got something to show Diantha? You know, that “gift” I managed to find at that gift shop outside the cemetery where Marie Laveau’s grave is?
 
The Banshee: (smiling) Ah yes, the Voodoo Queen herself… now, this wasn’t some hokey place you found on Trip Advisor, right? This better not be Haiti all over again… remember, you confused a voodoo doll for an action figure?
 
Karma: Oh you crazy bitch, this place was legit! The best voodoo charms money can buy!
 
The Banshee pulls out a small doll, a humanoid effigy made of a plush material, with straws of hay poking out of the hastily-stitched holes. The doll has strands of red, blonde, purple, and brown hair covering its head, two “X”s stitched where the eyes should be, with nothing to indicate a mouth. The doll is otherwise bare, except for the name “Diantha Rosso,” which has been written across the doll’s chest… in dried blood, apparently. The Banshee sits the doll down inside the outline of a pentagram drawn on the floor in chalk, a red lit candle at the end of every “point” of the pentagram star. The Banshee then looks back to the camera, still holding Karma in her other hand.
 
The Banshee: Isn’t this exactly what everyone expects? Let’s talk about “expectations” for a minute… An evil, demonic force like myself is expected to call upon the darkest recesses in order to put the “Heavenly Lioness” through trials and tribulations unlike which she has ever experienced her entire career, only for the former two-time OWA Women’s World Champion to overcome the odds, vanquishing me in the process…
 
At that moment, The Banshee snaps her fingers before bringing down Karma onto the Diantha “voodoo doll,” which explodes into a ball of blood before the screen flickers to darkness. A few moments later, the screen flickers back on an entirely new setting, which appears to be inside the kitchen of a fine dining restaurant. The Banshee is standing in front of a hot grill, the Diantha “voodoo doll” laying across it, strangely not having a single thread singe despite the strong flames licking up at it. The Banshee is wearing a purple chef’s hat, while Karma has a tiny chef’s apron duct taped to it. In The Banshee’s other hand is a steel spatula, which she uses to flip the Diantha doll up in the air before letting it land back on the hot grill, still never once searing or singeing.
 
The Banshee: It’s not quite “Hell’s Kitchen,” but it’s still a kitchen from hell…
 
Karma: Girl, come on… that shit was straight up weak, like almost amateur hour material-
 
The Banshee: (turning to Karma) ENOUGH!!! Let’s not get away from the point here, Karma… The point, Diantha, is that you are probably used to certain “expectations,” right? As a former champion with nearly no equal, you are EXPECTED to beat every opponent that dares to face off against Odyssey’s newest “Ace.” You are EXPECTED to either chase or defend the top titles on Odyssey… You are EXPECTED to be one of the top merchandise sellers at every live event… But Diantha, I bet you NEVER EXPECTED to suffer brain damage by my hands… just like you never EXPECTED to lose your belt to some unemployed widow, one who, like you, relied on the name of another in order to add any form of credibility to herself… You are “cursed” by your own name, Diantha ROSSO, brother of the "great" (snickers a bit)  Carlos Rosso, some glorified has-been who gets his rocks off by vicariously living through his sister’s success, yet she continues to languish in his surprisingly small shadow… The Rossos, like the Drakes, are both are nothing more than overrated parasites feeding off each other just to stay relevant, because let’s face facts… Carlos hasn’t been relevant here in a long time, and you, Diantha, are beginning to realize your own mortality… that you, in fact, are no “lioness” or anything of the sort… You’re just another meat puppet put on this planet for my simple enjoyment… pray that I don’t grow bored with you too quickly…
 
Karma: Shit, I’m already bored myself. Can I put on The Queen’s Gambit? I heard that show was damn entertaining, even though it’s about some drugged-up chick playing chess. It don’t sound good on paper, but hell-
 
The Banshee: Karma, right now, you’re killing the one thing that doesn’t bring me any joy: my mood! You’re killing my mood right now… Anyways, let’s talk about the new Odyssey GM for a moment… Aria, it’s painfully obvious that you have this whole “new sheriff in town” mindset going on, and while it’s cute in the same way that it’s cute to watch a pet hamster drown in a fish tank, it presents a potential obstacle to my future goals this summer... So don’t think for a second that The Banshee will follow any rules you set down, especially after your continued slights against someone of my caliber… You think keeping me off the show will prevent me from showing up and wreaking havoc?
 
Karma: Whoa, but hold up a sec. You’re opening the show this Saturday, so maybe she does see value in you after all… oh, but you’re facing… hold up, who the hell is NAMI?
 
The Banshee: Oh, I was getting to that… NAMI is an opponent I faced months ago, and once she felt The Torment of The Banshee, I snapped her arm like a dried twig, easily breaking it in several places and putting the bitch on the shelf for several months, simply because… I COULD. There was no other motivation involved, no personal issues with that spoiled bitch who simply couldn’t stand up to The Banshee’s power, which there is no shame in, because NO ONE CAN STAND UP TO MY POWER! Those who doubt me continue to pay the consequences, because the trauma I inflicted upon them will haunt them forever… Aria, I have no doubts your lack of a conscience lets you sleep at night, especially because you booked me a sacrificial lamb that is ripe for slaughtering... an opponent that I already easily and utterly destroyed once before without a second thought, though perhaps it was meant as yet another slight, a sad attempt to insult me by putting me in action against those who are several levels beneath me! You retired just in time, because while I can’t legally put my hands on you outside of the ring… there are so many other creative “avenues” that I can exploit in order to make your reign as the Odyssey GM a short and painful one for you… so if you want to hang on to your position of power a little while longer, than I suggest you start showing me to proper respect that I rightfully deserve. After all, I single-handedly demolished 2/3rds of the so-called Queens of Wrestling, proving that the only Odyssey talent deserving of a royal title is The Banshee, and ONLY THE BANSHEE!
 
Karma: Alexa, play-
 
The Banshee: (turning to Karma, whom she is still holding in her hand) What did I say earlier about “killing my mood?” Just put a cork in it, I’m nearly finished here… Christ, good help is so hard to find anymore… Diantha, as I said before, you are cursed with EXPECTATIONS… but against The Banshee, as cliché as it sounds, the only thing you should EXPECT is the UNEXPECTED…
 
Karma: (laughing) HAHAHA! That shit was cliché as a motherfucker! Someone get this undead bitch a fucking thesaurus!
 
The Banshee: (rolling her eyes, she puts her thumb and index finger on the bridge of her nose as if fighting off a headache, before shaking her head and looking back at the camera in a menacing manner) WHATEVER! The point is, Diantha, that The Banshee wasn’t quite finished with you after Clash of the Titans, an event that you won largely thanks to my dominance… but this right here isn't just another fight for you... THIS IS WAR... and a war against The Banshee is a war you can't win, not unless you're prepared to come down to hell itself, so you can meet me at my level… prepare to be skinned alive, for my lair needs a “lioness” rug for the fireplace… But Diantha, I do wonder if you’ll be able to surprise me? Will you be able to defy the EXPECTATIONS of all? Because, Diantha, if you want to hold onto any hope of surviving The Banshee's Onslaught, than you’ll need to surpass everyone’s EXPECTATIONS… because you WILL HAVE TO GO TO THAT “DARK PLACE”  THAT YOU FEAR TO TRAVEL TO! YOU WILL HAVE TO GO PAST A POINT OF NO RETURN!!! DIANTHA, WILL YOU STAIN YOUR SOUL ENOUGH TO SURVIVE!?! LET NAMI SERVE AS A FUTURE REMINDER TO ALL THOSE WHO CONTINUE TO LOOK PAST MY POWERS! (Turns her head back to Karma) Now, Karma, please close out this message with my carefully hand-picked melody that should evoke fear and shame in those who hear it!
 
Karma: You got it boss-lady! Alexa, play “Current Mood Playlist!”
 
Suddenly, “Low” by Flo Rida featuring T-Pain begins blaring through the speakers, causing The Banshee to give an equal-parts look of anger and confusion to Karma, as the lyrics continue spouting through the speakers:
 
 

The Banshee, still looking confused and pissed, tosses Karma up in the air as she grabs the Diantha voodoo doll and hurls it directly at the cameraman holding the camera, apparently hitting him in the crotch, as the camera crashes down and breaks, causing the image to go to static. However, the poor man can be heard slightly over the music, as he says, “My balls! My balls are shattered! Kill me now!” over and over at random, before the feed cuts to black.

(Revy is sitting on a couch in camo pants and a white tanktop. On the table in front of her, there are artillery, weapons, and knive, perfectly laid out and organized as Revy, with a rag and brush in hand, cleaning out the barrel of a disassembled gun. As she continues to clean and re-assemble it, she speaks, not stopping to look at the camera.) 

Jokes on you, Nakita. I can’t count….. I can’t count on anyone anymore. Yeah, perhaps I bit off more than I can chew. Typically, people say bad things about me all the time, and I don’t care. Typically, I’d laugh it off and move on, but Jonetta went a step too far when she brought up my brother. 

All I ever wanted was friends. Since I was a wee kid, it was hard to find someone that I can genuinely talk to. This isn’t your cliche “I’m not like other girls.” This is people telling other people “don’t associate yourself with her. She’s dangerous, a bad influence. Follow her, and you’ll be led astray.” Why? Was it too much to ask for? For me to have real genuine friends? Surely, you understand, DuBov. You seem like you don’t have a lot of friends. 

I’ve taken a lot of beatings in my time as a pro-wrestler. But what Jonetta said, that was honestly the first time I felt I was really hurt. And it hurts, because I tried so hard. SO HARD to be a good and supportive friend. I meant well, I really did. And yeah, maybe I’m not a good friend. I fuck up all the time, And when I do, I’d beat myself up for it. I’d march to the back after every match or segment, and just hit myself in the head, telling myself, “STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!!” 

Nakita, I’m not riding high on anything right now. If anything, I’ve hit a new low. Because I got thoughts, now. Bad thoughts now. Thoughts I know I shouldn’t be having, but it doesn’t go away, no matter how much I drink. And great news! I’m drinking again! But not out of celebration with friends or to relax. It’s all to help me focus. Because I know now. I get it. The source of all my problems. 

The past month or so, I’ve been troubled, wandering aimlessly, trying to figure out what is wrong with me? I get it now. Jonetta opened my eyes. No, it’s not my need for companionship. It’s not my rashness and impulsive behavior. It’s not the Jewish space lasers that are starting the forest fires! No….. the problem has been there in front of our faces this whole time. The greatest of evil I’ve ever witness, more sinister than Abholos…… I’m talking about the OWA Women’s Championship. 

Look at you, Nakita! You are already calling or comparing going against Jonetta almost as if she is a god just because she has that belt. But that title, all it has done is made my life harder. Not being a contender for that title, I was already placed on the bottom of the totem pole here. And you know what? I was ok with that. I accepted my place and never imagine, let only, dreamed of being anywhere near that championship. But then, Demo Corp just broke apart because April wanted it. … Llorona wanted it…. Jonetta wanted it! EVERYBODY WANTS IT! And quite frankly, I didn’t get it. But hey, I’m not here to judge. If a world championship title is needed to justify your place in the business, that is fine. 

But all this greed, it kills friendship. It creates fake friendships. It corrupts and creates unhealthy obsession. Whether people want do win it, or people who have already won it want it back! In the ideal world, I would never personally be anywhere near this title and all my friends, they can get a slice of that world title pie. We’d be friends, share the moment, and drink to it. I had low expectation for people… I really did. And in the end, I held myself at a high standard, as a friend. I tried everything to hold our team as group and support and defend when I can. But it wasn’t enough. Jonetta was right. Mizuko got pregnant. April got a promotion. And Moongoose went and did something stupid. But as a friend, I can’t be upset, because in the end, this was what they wanted and all I can do was support their decisions. Yeah, I was upset, but I was happy, because that felt like the right thing to do. And here was Jonetta, making me feel like a utter piece of shit just because she finally got what she wanted. That title, that note, she could had lost if I didn’t intervene! 

Jonetta didn’t have to say all those hurtful things. She could had just said “No, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.” You won’t believe how many times I’ve heard that in my life. And that would had been it, because in the end, all I wanted was what was best for the people I care about. Jonetta, I cared! I really did. If you asked me to walk away and never speak to you again, I would had. I really thought what we had, that was special. But to hear it meant nothing to you, you couldn’t even let me have that. Ignorant Bliss. 

But because of that, I’m not gonna let you have any of it. I know what people are thinking. Revy, you stand no chance against Jonetta. She’s leagues ahead of you in terms of talent, strength, and status. And they are right. But if she bleed, she can be knocked out. If she feels pain, she can tap out. If she breathes, she can be killed. And that enough for this David to stand up to any fuckin’ Goliath. 

You wanted that championship so badly, Jonetta, that you were willing to walk over your friends just to get it? And now that you got it, now what? Hold on to it as long as possible?! Was this truly all worth it?! Just to get a taste of, as DuBov would put it, of being a “god?” Many years from now, these people they aren’t gonna care about your reign. They aren’t gonna remember the night you won, and if they talk about it, it’s just gonna be just that, a feint memory. These people, they will turn on you and move on the next hottest thing and forget about you! And Jonetta, you fucked up. Because I would had cared. I wouldn’t forget. I would had sung and praise songs of you. That video package, I idolized you! I respected you, and it never was a thought that you would feel the same about me, but would atleast perceive me as a friend, ATLEAST! 

But you just had to go there, get on your proverbial high horse and view me as nothing. And because of that, you aren’t safe. Odyssey isn’t safe. Because now, I’m not in the business of making friends. Who would imagine, making friends can hurt me so much, and it just cannot happen as long as THAT! The OWA Women’s Championship exists. And because of this, I make a declaration. I do not care about winning that world championship, but what I do care about is taking it from you …. And putting an end to it. Look what it has made us do? Turn friends into enemies, divide us, and only establish elitism and deceit. No, I’m done with all this bullshit. 

That title has got to go and if I have to, I’ll pry it from your cold dead manly hands, Jonetta. And I’m sure every woman on the roster is gonna try to stop me. After all, the history, the legacy that has been established with that belt. Natalie, Dulce, Diantha, etc. Fuck it all! Cancel that shit! So what is it gonna be Nakita? Are you gonna stop me? I’m sure that at some point, you’d want to hold that title in your own hands, but frankly, it’s never gonna happen. Atleast not when I’m done with Jonetta. That’s right. We aren’t on cute nickname bases anymore. Joney is dead to me! 

To all of Odyssey, and especially Jonetta, I say this. Get out of my way. As horrible as I may be with my track record in OWA, you won’t believe how much I’ve held back because I didn’t want to go “too far.” You won’t believe how focused I can be when I really want something. And you won’t believe just how far I would go, not to get something I want, but to simply destroy something I hate. Fun and Games is over. You did it. You all fuckin did it. You took me, Revy, who was here to have fun, make friends, and turned me back “no remorse, efficient, killing machine” that I worked so hard to bury. 

I don’t want this. I never wanted this. So people who think I’m doing all this for the clout to set myself up for the main event , if it was this easy, I would had done it ages ago. No champion in their right mind would decline a challenge from someone that made them eat a flashbang. It could had been Natalie, It could had been Dulce, Diantha, Alyssa, Nakita, everybody wants Revenge! So Jonetta, you said all those things, I know you aren’t gonna take any of it back, because it was all truth. Now fight me. Put your title on the line , otherwise, as Niki Khan is proof of, there is more than one way for me to take a title off them, and I’m all out of wishes. 

It’s been decided. It’s time for the Hunter to become the prey. And i’m gonna make Jonetta regret, not just for saying all those things, but …. For breaking my heart. I loved you. Know that. I would had done anything for you. But to see you become… this… this monster, and helping you get to that point….

(Revy finishes assembling her shot gun and cocks it)

It’s only right that I’ll put you down. You don’t think I’m serious? Watch, Jonetta. Watch what I do to DuBov this week, and know that for you, the worse is yet to come.

Withdrawal.

That was the best way Shouta, or better known to the masses as MYOJIN, could describe the way they felt when realizing it had been about around two months since Omega Wrestling Alliance had booked them on the show. Sure, the Shining Star had been booked on other shows- qualifying for the Battle of the Best tournament at the XHF Network's FIRESIDE, steadily but surely gaining more momentum in Project: Honor- but still, there was a hole that was left open for them. Boredom on nights where they had too much free time on their hands instead of getting ready to fly to another show. Wrestling was their number one enjoyment, so you could imagine the excitement in their eyes once they had learned they were being booked for Atlantis!

And it was against an opponent they had never gone against; Rebecca Filth.

The blonde sat in a personal trainer at the movie set, something they despised but ultimately accepted as when they had won the main event of a Project: Honor PPV- They were "gifted" a movie contract, not only that but they were obligated to be cast in the starring role. The movie was a cyberpunk neo-noir film. Shouta held a script in their hands after a screen rest, still in a cyberpunk costume with leather, LED lights, makeup to make them seem somewhat cybernetic, and their hair deliberately spikier than usual. Of course, Shouta wasn't very happy about that.

“You look…  different.” Himari, their girlfriend, noted with a sly smile on her face as they threw the script on the couch. She walked up to them and placed a hand on their chest, “Not bad different either.”

Shouta rolled their eyes, “I can't wait to get out of here and back to actually wrestling again. This is ridiculous, I look stupid as hell in this skin-tight crap..”

Himari giggled, patting them on the chest before going to sit down. “レスリングだけを考えていますか？(Do you only think about wrestling?” She asked as they looked in the mirror, taking out eye contact with a deep breath before going to sit down next to the young woman.  

“No…” Shouta responded defensively. Himari simply raised her eyebrow in response. They hated that she was able to tell what was on their mind. Sighing, they then rubbed the back of their neck.

“Okay, yeah, I admit I have been. I know you wanted me to relax and focus on having fun with this- but I haven't been booked at any upcoming show besides OWA and I can't help but just… have one thing on my mind.” They admitted, rubbing the side of their cheek with a small frown as they turned on the TV.

“What is that?” She asked, leaning in her seat to get a better look at her partner's face.

“Last Season when I debuted here, I talked about how I was going to be the next big thing- and while I had a pretty good run, Savannah and I did earn that shot at the tag team champions, I just can't help but think it could have been better. Like instead of being just thrown in the BOB Games because there was nothing else for me, I could have been in a high profile match at the end of it..”

“It's not wise to think of what could been.” She said after a small pause, while her English wasn't perfect, she had a good point. “Instead, think of future. 今何ができるか考えてみてください。(Think about what you can do now.)”

Shouta leaned back in their seat, seemingly in thought as they looked back toward Himari. She had a good point. “..You know what? Yeah, I'm gonna do even better this season. I'm going to bring everything I have and more, and I'm going to leave an impact… That all starts with this Atlantis show.”

“Good!” Himari smiled and pressed a kiss on their cheek. Shouta grinned with a newfound sense of ambition, briefly squeezing her hand with affection.

“But first, I'm going to put on something way more comfortable.”


Hey, sweethearts! Did you miss me?

I know you did, it's been a while.

Last season of OWA, I ended it with a bang. While I only had been pinned once throughout my run on Kingdom, things didn't exactly go the way I was hoping they would. I didn't win the Clash, but Rumbles tend to be unpredictable that way. I didn't make it into the Ascension match at OWA's biggest show of the year, Final Destination. I've proven plenty of times how capable I am as a singles competitor and that I belong here- and soon enough, bitches will acknowledge me as the best of the best.

While my partner, Savannah Sunshine, and I worked our asses off to gain a chance to become tag team champions- We haven't actually gotten that match yet. And you know what, I'm not all that upset about it yet- I'm patient when I want to be, and that time will come- but for now? I've got to focus on me, myself, and I.

The last time you all saw me, I was in Savannah's corner as she faced Theodor Pavel. I'm pretty good friends with both her and Theo, and Theo's wife, Misaki- and while it was fun to have a front row seat to the action- Now it's finally my turn to get into the ring once more. Oh, and I've been drafted to Olympus- which is bound to be a good time, I always enjoy stepping into new territory.

Though that's all in the future. Right now? I'll be facing the inaugural champion from Kingdom Pro who's making her debut into OWA. Unlike the clown I faced on the last Atlantis I was ever on, I can't just sleep on her and think of the match as a warmup. This is going to be a FIGHT and I respect her.

Well… I respect her as a wrestler, let me make that clear. I don't think very highly of someone who doesn't think of themselves very highly- evident by calling herself Rebecca Filth.

What's up, Becky with the good hair? I've done my research on you- and you're no joke, hun. You were Kingdom Pro's Wrestler of the Year in 2019 and have plenty of awards to your name. Not only that, but you're unorthodox as hell.

Now, I'm as smart as I am beautiful, love. This trashy act of yours that you've grown to be infamous for doesn't do much for me- Acting like a thot might have some incels who've never seen a woman up close embarrassed but.. Honey, I'm not a cookie cutter wrestler . I'm MYOJIN, the Shining Star aka That Bitch. I'm here to show the world while I'm absolutely one of the greatest, and to do that? Is to knock you off before you even get a chance to start.

I'm sure you're used to most people being uncomfortable around you or feeling threatened by you. After all, I wouldn't be as much of a prodigy if I didn't recognize what ferocity you bring in the ring.

You're aggressive- Good. You play right into my style. The fact that you don't give a shit about how many dangerous bumps you take, the fact that you're an absolute daredevil- That just makes me wonder, how many injuries have you sustained? What points can I target? Which limb should I pick apart first? That's the problem with live fast, die young wrestlers like you-

You think you're immortal.

You think you can survive anything as long as it gets the job done.

It's all fun and games and you can get through the pain, until that tweaked leg gets put in a leg lock. Until that aching arm is bent awkwardly. Until that sore back is folded like a chair.  You're unaware of your own limitations, either that, or you just don't care.

And that makes my job easier. I fight like a vulture, I take a shot at anything I can get my hands. My entire body is a weapon- I use everything that I can to break you down, piece by piece, until eventually…

You have to tap, just like that.

I'm sure you think that because this is your first match in the company, it'll be a breeze. An easy bout for you and the next step in your career- It's just really such an unfortunate thing that you have to face me. You have to rely on acting slutty and risk your body for attention? Me? Everyone's eyes turn to me as soon as I walk into the building.

I'm the last of a dying breed, the last of the kind of wrestler that does this not for just money, not for fame, certainly not for any other bitch's validation. I'm a fighter, the thrill of getting in that ring and simply having a match I can be proud of and hold my head up high for is an award in itself- and I have no doubt that you're going to bring me a fight. I'm hoping you do.

I'm hoping you give me everything you've got just so I can show why I'm better- and it's not because I can do a aerial move better than you, or fly higher, or do something so hazardous to my own health that the audience will start giving "HOLY SHIT!" chants.

I'm better because of my precision. I am a strategist, I calculate every move I make and I don't get tired- I pay attention to every little detail and I have the technical ability to wrestle leagues ahead of you. So while you break yourself for a cheap pop? I'll be waiting to end it with my heel hook OR my Kimura.

As I said, poor Becky, it really is going to suck when that hype behind your name quickly gets shut down when people realize brute force and throwing yourself at someone doesn't outmatch my deadly strikes, my graceful dives, and my UNFORGIVING submissions.

Sorry, but not everyone is meant to be the Queen. Someone's gotta be used as a stepping stone.

It just so happens it'll be you.

This is the respect I get after everything I’ve done, is it? Being fucked over at Final Destination still stings and now here I am, being forced to get into the ring with an unruly gorilla from an uncivilised, animalistic land…and Big Naheem as well. To make matters worse, Nas’s super god powers were taken away so now I’m going in there with some dude. Oh great, what a time to be alive…
 
That’s what I WOULD say…IF I WERE A LITTLE BITCH! Ha! This is how motherfuckers get clapped up and snapped up. This right here is the Blacklist in full swing. Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in the illustrious history of OWA, Nate Cage and the Messiah himself will team up. Two of the company’s mightiest forming to take on an old man and a big man, the most uninspiring combo there is. What do I even say about Jacob Senn at this point? Been there, done that. I’ve already put you down once, what makes you think I won’t do it again. You fucked off. You retired. Nas and I stayed and grew, we became gods. Look at you, still going around with his posse of losers, trying to be the big man on campus like it’s Season 1. You have a big old giant in Naheem standing next to you and I’m gonna straddle that boy. I’m making Big Black Naheem my bitch. You hear that, BBN? That booty is mine, sir! Nas is gonna watch and cheer while I take that innocence in the middle of the ring while all the incel libtard crowd members watch on in horror.
 
Why are you even teaming with that inbred cuck, BBN? That man looks like one of the white extras from Get Out. Is that what happened, Naheem? Did Senn swap out your brain so he can have his own servant? That’s despicable! It’s alright though, we’re gonna liberate you. We’re gonna invoke the spirit of Blacklist Matters and let you join our ranks. We can grant you freedom, all you have to do is take the initiation. Join me in the ring and let me show you what true power is. You don’t have to follow the fossil, there are living dinosaurs waiting for you to harness your true power. You’re being wasted with Jake’s crew. That man has done nothing here but talk at length about how great he is and one of his bitches is world champion right now! Step aside and let the real men do the work, not the village elders. Darkane got the strap, Senn got the bad back, that’s wassup!
 
At this point in the promo, Nate Cage appears to be having a mental breakdown, just sort of saying a bunch of random shit that doesn’t’ really make any sense. Not gonna lie, he has nothing interesting to say anymore.
 
And another thing! Why the fuck do The Blacklist trust me?! I’ve betrayed every group I’ve ever been a part of. This shit right here is why everyone thinks pro wrestlers are dumb. Here I am, the worst motherfucker in history and people just willingly hang around me because why the fuck not? Ah fuck it, I’m getting paid and I’m friends with a stupidly powerful dude, might as well milk this cow for as long as it’s giving me milk. I’m never winning a fucking singles title, am I? It just isn’t gonna happen. This company was giving shots to people who had no loyalty and fucked off at the first sign of trouble and I was sitting here twiddling my thumbs. Yeah, fuck Nate Cage! Nate Cage doesn’t get shit because he’s all about rivalries and epic stories and shit like that. We can wheel him out there when we need to inject a bit of drama into the proceedings. But put him in a situation where he could potentially win a title? Nah fuck that, who needs that in their lives? We’ll just let this man think there is something bigger at play but we all know the truth…
 
NATE CAGE IS BEING SET UP! THERE IS A CONSPIRACY! THEY’RE ALL TALKING ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK! EVERYONE IN THE OFFICE IS THINKING OF CREATIVE WAYS TO FUCK OVER NATE CAGE! EVERYONE KNOWS THIS! I HEAR WHAT THEY’RE SAYING! THEY’RE SAYING THAT I’M NEVER GONNA BE THAT GUY. THAT I’M A UTILITY PLAYER WHO’S JUST HERE TO PAD OUT THE ROSTER! ALL I DO IS WAIT ON THE SIDELINES WHILE PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN HERE FOR FIVE MINUTES BATHE IN A SPOTLIGHT THAT CAN’T BE MINE BECAUSE I’M JUST TOO MUCH FOR THE MAN.
 
NATHAN FIORA WAS A JOKE. DARKANE HASN’T BATHED SINCE BURNING MAN 1997. BUT THEY GET TO DO EVERYTHING I DON’T BECAUSE IT’S ALL ONE BIG PRACTICAL JOKE. WELL I DON’T SEE WHAT’S SO FUNNY ABOUT MAKING A GROWN MAN SUFFER THIS MUCH. ALL I DO IS SHOW UP AND WORK AND GET SHIT ON. WELL, THIS MAN IS SICK OF IT. THIS MAN IS DONE. I’M GONNA PIMP SLAP JACOB SENN AND THEN I’M GONNA FEED BIG NAHEEM’S BIG NAPEEN TO HIM. I’M GONNA KILL EVERYBODY. I’M JUST GONNA GET A FUCKING SWORD AND STAB YOU BITCHES. THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING. IF I DON’T HAVE A BELT AROUND MY WAIST BEFORE THIS YEAR IS UP I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GONNA TAKE AN AR-15 TO OWA HEADQUARTERS AND GO COLUMBINE ON SOME ASSES. TRY AND STOP ME FUCKERS, BECAUSE YOU CAN’T.
 
Suck my dick, OWA management, you simps wouldn’t know brilliance if it sucked your dick. Not that anyone is sucking your dicks because you’re all gooner porn addicts with that Punjabi Grip on your cocks. I’m not holding back anymore. I’m just gonna do whatever the fuck I want and if that means killing everyone ahead of me in line so I can have what I want, what the fuck are you gonna do about it?
 
Eat shit. EAT FUCKING SHIT.