Olympus has ended and in a dramatic fashion. Darkane was victorious in his match against Nas - but then the number one contender, Graham Baker would strike, laying out the champion - and he wasn’t alone. At his side was Noah Reigner and Devin Mitchell. The trio stood together as the show went off of the air, holding the major gold on Olympus.

The Corsairs, led by Reigner and Baker, have begun to expand their reach in the professional wrestling industry. Once just a team in Japan, a small faction, would now have a chapter in Japan - a chapter in SSW: International and now it seems as if the reach has extended into the OWA with Devin Mitchell alongside the leaders of the group.

Days later, the Corsairs trio traveled together to New Mexico, and this is where we found them. Graham Baker stood behind, a phone pressed to his ear - in mid-conversation with someone. Devin Mitchell had his own thing going on, scrolling through something on his phone - probably some sort of research on Matt Miles. And Noah Reigner, with his OWA Television Championship out of it’s carrying bag and on full display on his lap, sat on the picnic table top of this random park, or whatever location this was, that they chose.

“Message sent, message received. When Olympus went off of the air, myself and Graham Baker stood - with Devin at our side - holding the two most prestigious championships on Olympus and in OWA in general. Darkane, you knew it was going to happen sooner or later. Live by the sword, die by it too. You used numbers against Graham and I when we showed up, well - as they say - turnabout’s fair play. The Dynasty has done this for ages, and now it’s being done to them. You love to see it, more importantly, you love to be a part of it. And we - the Corsairs - will continue to drive the Dynasty’s own blade deeper into their heart. I did as I said I would and defeated Teddy Mac, clean and fairly. Of course the big bitch-baby had to attack from behind afterward, but it just cements the fact that he knows he could never beat me straight up. That much is proven. Our new recruit here, Devin Mitchell? He’s going to execute Matt Miles by way of a point-blank bullet to the head. That will just leave you, my friend. Baker will take your head clean off of your body, ridding the world and this industry of another drunken douchebag. I would say that would be a shame, but it would be a lie. Enjoy your reign, though. I hope you enjoy all of the success you have - that is, until Graham decides it’s his time and rips it from your clutches. And yeah, he will kill you in order to do exactly that.”

“Because this is what we do. Open your eyes and you will see it to be true. When myself and Graham decide to roll on a company - we take over. Our drive is undeniable and our talent is unmatched. No one stopped us from taking over Japan - twice now - and no one is going to stop us now that we’re on a roll here in OWA. And if you think it’s over, the ‘aggressive expansion’ if you will? Then you have another thing coming. The Corsairs will continue to be the hottest, and the most dangerous, group that this industry has ever seen. The Dynasty, they’re old news and now people are slowly caring less and less that they are still around. And I promise you once Darkane is stripped of the OWA Championship - the Dynasty’s death clutch on Olympus and OWA will be over for good. The one thing that will remain a constant, though, is the Corsairs presence and our continued dominance. You can bet on that.”

Noah removed the sunglasses he wore, hooking them onto the collar of the new CORSAIRS licensed t-shirt he wore. His gaze, that was once elsewhere, shifted to the camera.

“That’s big picture thinking and not a lot of people are good at that. Someone like Lil’ Petey, they don’t have that developed thought process. How could he, when he’s more concerned about drip, swag, influence, YouTube content and the promise of a ‘rap career’? People like Lil’ Petey don’t last long in this business, especially when they get thrown to the wolves in what their first - second, tops - match in a company. People like Lil’ Petey are a walking, talking embarrassment to this industry. For them, it’s all about the fame - it’s all about the stars, nothing more - nothing less. He wants success, only to springboard from pro wrestling to other stardom -film, television, whatever and he wants to do it at my expense. Will that happen? No fuckin’ chance, and I can say that with absolute certainty. Lil’ Petey isn’t a professional wrestler - in fact, he’s not a fighter of any kind. He’s a fucking joke, point - blank - period. But in this day and age, professional wrestling goes hand in hand with internet celebrity status and they - the OWA and SSW alike - are banking on this man to be an internet celebrity so they can cash in on that fame. But the only fame someone like Lil’ Petey is going to get will be from the thousands, millions, of clicks he’ll have on his YouTube clips of me kicking his fucking ass. Let’s make one thing very clear; I’m not in this business to entertain the idiotic ideas of partnering with online celebrity bitch boys who think this is some game, stepping into the ring for fifteen minutes of fame. I am one of the best wrestlers in the world and I have proven so countless times. I have beaten the best of the best in this industry, and some ‘wanna-be rapper, never-will-be wrestler’ isn’t going to be the one to remove this championship from my grasp.”

“I said when I first won this at Final Destination Three, that I would put it up against anyone and everyone. Give me your best. But instead … I get this. Instead of the best, I get a man who’s making a mockery of the profession that myself and countless others on this roster have given our lives to. I hear he’s traveling to Japan with SSW, I hear he and his poorly-glorified boy band are housed in Project: Honor. Well, I’m going to do all three companies a solid this week on Olympus. I’m going to end this man’s career before it ever really got started. With - what - ten appearances in Project Honor with a record high one victory, you think you’re going to be able to hang with someone like me? If you’ve ever participated in SSW and OWA, I couldn’t be bothered to even check - just looking at the beginning of your career in the affiliate promotion was enough to make me shake my head, lose interest completely, and go on about my business. It made me question the thought process OWA had for; one, signing you in the first place and two, booking you in this match against me. If they cared about the safety of their athletes, they wouldn’t have put someone who’s more concerned about a career post-wrestling, against a man who’s trained, competed and traveled all over this world for the last six years straight. A man who’s competed at the highest level of competition for the last three or more. Someone like Lil’ Petey wouldn’t have lasted a month at the level I’ve consistently competed at. This isn’t a rap-battle - if that’s your cup of tea, I can direct you to offices elsewhere that would be more than happy to have you on their roster that cater to that. This is professional wrestling, and someone like Lil’ Petey isn’t cut out for the assault that takes place in the ring - that is coming directly for him at Olympus.”

Noah picked the Television Championship up from his lap before pushing himself off of the table. After slinging the title onto his shoulder, he looked directly into the camera.

“The list of names I’ve beaten, the sheer amount of talent, surpasses anything that your infantile little mind could comprehend, Petey. In fact, the name Mark Michaels means more to this industry than yours ever will. You have a golden opportunity at Olympus, but I know - for a fact - that you’re going to fail. I know - for a fact - that you’re going to drop the ball, because this isn’t your environment. Because instead of focusing to become a legitimate wrestler, you’re day dreaming about starring in the direct-to-video sequel to Eight-Mile where you play Eminem’s retarded half brother. Because instead of training and preparing for battle, you’re too busy writing some grade-school I.Q. rap-line to feed to the other braindead idiots that buy into your shit - like ‘Yung Sauce’ or whatever the fuck. Do you sense a little hostility in my voice, Peter? It’s there because of the sheer stupidity of your entire existence in this profession. Your website bio even lists this occupation because you have nothing else to do. Me? I trained in some shithole in San Diego before wrestling in some abandoned warehouse. I’ve been on this grind to become the best, while people like you are given opportunities in world wide organizations. And I, for one, am sick and tired of pathetic little fucks like you being handed things. You want to be a pro wrestler, Peter? We’ll see about that when I kick you so hard I break your jaw. We’ll see how much longer you want to be in this profession, after I humiliate and embarrass you this week. I’ll even give you your first hit single, ‘The Night I became Noah Reigner’s bitch’. My name alone will serve as clickbait for you to get some streams. I guarantee that.”

“Do you want to know what else I guarantee? A victory. Another successful title defense, because there’s no way an untrained, unmotivated and unappreciative little dipshit like yourself ever beats me. I’m a multi-time World champion. A multi-time Tag champion. I’ve held other Championships like this…” He looked at the championship on his shoulder. “All around the world. You don’t have the talent, the drive, or the passion to even lift a title like this - or any other I’ve held. You should consider yourself lucky, though. Lucky to have the opportunity to step inside of the ring with someone like me, when you’re not even qualified to be a merch-boy. If I were you, though, I would definitely pray that your luck continues and you’re able to walk out of this on your own. I’ve dedicated my entire life to this industry, to my craft as a professional wrestler - and in a few short days, you’ll see why I’m considered one of the best on the planet. Your little midnight stroll through this industry in hopes to earn some kind of hype that’ll transition over to help your rap-game jump off, is over. But unfortunately for you, nothing will come of your professional wrestling stint. Nothing but embarrassment and ridicule that you’ll forever endure from real artists in the music industry. How will it feel to be a failure in two separate industries, Peter? I’ll have to hit you up in five years when no one remembers you in either, and you’re stuck mopping up the sticky substances off of movie theatre floors because that’s all someone like you will ever be good at.”

“You’re in way over your head. There’s no ‘sink or swim’ warning, just the inevitably of drowning.”

(The following scene unravels backstage, a man of average height and size, makes haste through the corridor.  His chest swelled with self-importance as he barked orders into the phone hanging from his ear, along with the designer blazer enveloping his frame, drove many to the conclusion that he was an authoritative figure.  But it took those with a special eye to realize his true identity as OWA trainer John Paylon.

Arriving at his office, a safe haven from the chaos that regularly encircles the compound, he lets himself in.  Not realizing until it was too late, that his door was suspiciously left unlocked.)

John Paylon:  ...I’m sorry, can I give you a call back?  Something has come across my desk that requires my...immediate attention.

(There John Paylon would find the self-proclaimed ‘Big Bad’ John Cadaver lounging in his chair-- his feet propped on his desk while downing what had to be his fifth beer, from the amount of empty cans that were scattered at his feet.)

John Paylon:  Okay.  Talk soon.  Bye.

(Summoning all of the strength within him not to blow his stack, he closes his office door in silence and disconnects the call before returning his phone to the breast pocket of his jacket; then decides to address the menacing man sitting across from him.

In typical, all-black attire sporting a leather vest, fingerless gloves, and heavy sunglasses, the Big Bad didn’t seem to flinch.)

John Paylon:  Well, congratulations are certainly in order for you, I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed this level of disrespect-- and from an unsigned talent at that.

(He proceeds further into the office, taking note of the size difference and his dangerous capabilities, Paylon maintains a safe distance.)

John Paylon:  In addition to ditching orientation, you completely hijacked my office-- polluting it with beer cans.  I expected more-- far more, from a wrestling legend.  Give me one reason why I shouldn’t call off your match tonight and have you thrown out of the building along with any hopes of seeing the inside of an OWA ring?

(Not giving a moment’s notice, and quicker than Paylon could have anticipated, John Cadaver shot to his feet.  His brows furrowed and nostrils flared, he set his sights on Paylon addressing him with a threatening finger and even more threatening tone.)

“Big Bad” John Cadaver:  You do NOT want to fuck with me!  I did just about everything you’ve asked of me up to this point, like a good little lap dog.  I didn’t piss on the furniture and I didn’t gnaw on any slippers.  In fact, I’ve been on my best behavior for you.  Denied my instincts and neglected any urges that would have otherwise been disruptive to your program or my spot on a major brand, but you’re treading in unfamiliar waters, son, and frankly you’d better watch your goddamn step.  Don’t get me wrong...I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.  Hell, you got my foot through the door!  But I’m afraid here is where we sever ties.

John Paylon:  Wait a minute...you hijink my office and made me look like a dick in front of my peers with your little no-show, only to tell me that you’re done with me??  Seriously?  I gave you a second chance!  A new lease on life.  Not because I was a fan of yours, but because we were friends, John.  I mean, we bonded over wrestling...our experiences in boxing...

(A snicker unintentionally dropped from John Cadaver’s goatee, shattering John Paylon’s dialogue.)

“Big Bad” John Cadaver:  I’m sorry, friends?  You actually thought that we were friends because we shared a footnote on our respective resumes?  Wow...I can’t even begin to tell you how pathetic this is.  I never needed a friend Paylon, I needed a way back into the business-- and you were my ticket.  A pawn.  A means of getting what I wanted.  It was a necessary evil.  I was in need of a fresh start and Bob wasn’t about to give me one considering how short-lived our last endeavor ran, but accredited to a glowing recommendation from you, he was thrilled to give me a tryout match...and from the looks of things, it’s against a total asshat who doesn’t realize when he’s bitten off just a wee-bit more than he can chew...chewing...something he won’t be doing much of after he’s gone a round with me..
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Brandon is the physical manifestation of everything I loathe about this generation of so-called, “wrestlers”.  Lazy.  Unoriginal.  And so unbelievably privileged.  I bet the kid has never gone a day without hearing how special he is-- or that he’ll one day change the world.  He walks around like the world owes him a living already, only a short nine months removed from his initial debut and already calling himself “The Don”.  It just sickens me how these wet-behind-the-ear rookies can make these bold leaps by labeling themselves as “bosses”, “greats”, or even more laughable “legends” and no one steps forward to put them in their place.  Not even the champions could be bothered to execute such a dire task..to stand up for the place they each represent.  As usual, it takes a true great-- a true legend to remind the world of what greatness really looks like.
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I’ll go out and kick his ass in a fashion so impressive that I’ll have GM’s of both major brands on my line begging me to sign with them.  It’s only gonna snowball from here, fam.  Best get with the program before the line to suck my dick snakes its way around the corner.

(Hurt and betrayal tightened the features of John Paylon.  How could he have let himself be conned like this?  Apparently, he had to realize the hard way as to why you shouldn’t meet your heroes.)

John Paylon:  I guess some things never change…yeah, you may have cut your hair and dropped your old ring name, but you're still the same self-absorbed bastard you’ve always been.

JC:  Finally, somebody’s catching on!  I’m not a good man, John.  I mean, I sold out my only brother for a title opportunity for fuck’s sake, if that doesn’t scream narcissist, then I don’t know what does.

(While indulging in another segment of his beer, John Paylon grapples with all that has violated his eardrums.  Having heard enough, he calmly addresses the former World Champion, reaching for the door handle.)

John Paylon:  Consider the lesson learned.  Go to hell John Cadaver, now, if you’d do me the honor of getting the hell out of my office that would be peachy!

(Pulling it open, he gestures the big man toward the door.  John Cadaver merely shrugs his shoulders in submission and obliges.  But not before delivering one last tolling eulogy.)

“Big Bad” John Cadaver:  Been there, not ready to go back...however, I will accept your invitation to leave.  Wouldn’t want the locker room up in arms about their newest potential signee, now would we?  I know I’ve earned quite the reputation of a hardass in my past life, but that’s all in the past now and OWA is my future.  And if that isn’t a reason to raise a can in toast, then the relief of his soul-awakening voice for the millions of ears out there as a result of me silencing this botched abortion will be.  Cheers...buddy.

(Parting with a snide smirk and a raise of his can, John Cadaver swaggers out of the office leaving John Paylon to stew in his frustrations; the end of the scene signaled by the screen's total consumption in black.)

We told you that The Black Sun would beat Solomon Caine and Kenneth Ishikari and we did it.

That's why we already said that it doesn't matter whether it's SSW or OWA, we're taking OWA by storm and we're going to do it again on Atlantis.

Well, for this week, it's not "taking by storm".....The Black Sun is going to drown Atlantis to the ground. We're going to burn it down with our suns.

So Jack Daito and I are going to have our leader, Arata Asakura by our side. We're going to show our rules of dominance how strong we really are as a trio.

I mean Jack and I are a great tag team but Asakura joining us, our opponents should be more scared of us….. especially you, Ryo Sakazaki.

To be clear with you, I have no personal hatred towards you at all but Asakura hates your guts with a 1000 powers of Suns and that means you're on his bad side…..for a long time and I hate to tell you this, but he is my leader and that's why I won't be hesitate to break your arms if I get a chance to do so.

But as I said, I don't hate you at all, Ryo. You're someone who has a potential to be the Spartan Champion or even the OWA World Championship someday. I don't doubt it. You have the skills but unfortunately, it isn't in my interest if you get to be successful or not. Thing is, there's a history between you and Asakura and that's why I too need to go all out against you and show no mercy, Ryo.

After all, I know you always have a self-confidence and I'm glad that you're able to say some funny things because let's see how much of fading stars we are because I found the logic to be stupid, Ryo. Boy, as I already said it to you, The Rising Sun is already dominating SSW and both Jack Daito and I had a good start in our official OWA debut so I don't know what you're talking about.

Maybe instead of breaking your arms, should I shut your mouth instead?

Hopefully Ryo, hopefully you're going to learn which I doubt you will but Asakura would be more than glad to shut you up once and for all. He'll be glad to kick your ass over and over again. But of course as I told you before, Jack and I want the fun as well.

Now, let me talk to you, Elijah Hampton. I'm glad that you don't watch Kingdom or SSW because now you're going to see what we're able to do by experiencing it yourself and you won't even be able to think when we lay our hands on you and actually, we're going to do some favour to you. We will turn your brain off with our fingers. You can't even think anymore after Atlantis or if you do, you mostly would be thinking something like "Oh God, should never mess with The Black Sun in the first place". How's that sound?

Such a shame because you're a talented athlete but it seems like you care about how you look. I mean who doesn't? Everyone wants to be good looking. My mask is badass but it's more than that. And that's for another story.

The story that I'm focusing on is that The Black Sun can arrange your face for the worse. Oh no, that's not what you want right? But it's not just your brain and your face.

You said you don't endorse fighting? Boy, what the hell are you doing here then? Why are you even here? You know what, The Black Sun is going to do you another favour. That we're going to get rid of you and send you to a hospital on Atlantis.

Better yet, you don't want to use your fists, so let me break your arms instead. That way, you won't even be able to use your hands anymore and you don't have to use your hands to fight. That's what you want right, Elijah?

You don't need to know my name. You only need to remember my mask as this mask is going to be the symbol of your demise.

One last guy…..Shea Flaherty. Another talent guy and I think he's not as stupid as Ryo and Elijah…..well I'm sure he is, so I better say something before he says some stupid things.

Yes Shea, just be quiet. Let The Black Sun to do the work by showing you how ruthless we can get and kick some stupid People's asses. You're going to witness some horrible scenes as we're going to give Ryo Sakazaki and Elijah Hampton some life lessons. Let them be your examples as we're going to kick them right in the head.

Just do us a favour, Shea. Just don't speak, that way, you would be saved from our wrath…..

…or on a second option, fuck it, you're going to have your ass kicked too and I might break your arms as well.

(Camera pans to an emotional Elijah Hampton, standing in his home. He's staring at a picture, but you can't see what it is at first. That is until the camera gets a clear shot of it, showing that it's a picture of The Ashes of the Wake, all together. Elijah looks up at the ceiling, trying to fight the tears. The camera zooms out and you see Elijah is standing right in front of a garbage bin and drops it straight in. He is upbeat, whistling. You hear him say, "Yep, that'll do it!" He clearly doesn't care.)

"Such drastic changes have been made by moi as of late. Different brand, therefore different enemies, but more importantly, different allies, OH MY! That last part has me cheesin’! Especially with all the cheddar that’s been coming my way! But hey, hey you, yes you...listen. I know, I know changes can sometimes be scary! Because of the unknown and such. You don’t know what to think! But just know this...and what I’m about to say will talk you off the ledge and give you a huge sigh of relief..there is still one constant in all of this. That being me. Because even with all of these changes, I’m still the same Ham Man. Yeah, I added Ham Man to the official list of nicknames belonging to the one and only, Elijah Hampton. Thought I would keep you updated on your Elijah faxxx, but I’m sure you were already well aware because duh, it’s me and I’m a pretty big deal, not just around these parts, but all the parts. But why tho, hmmm? HMMMM?! Why did I leave Kingdom behind? Why did I choose to abandon the Ashes of the Wake....or what was left of it? Because I’m a thinker. Big ol’ brain in this noggin. Best brain. My brain could beat up your brain. Whether it be a mental or physical fight. Soooo, with that said, I used this gigantic galaxy brain of mine and spent a lot of time weighing my options before I made anything official. Made a pros and cons list and checked it twice, ‘cause I had to be SUPER DUPER sure. Yeah, not just super, but duper as well. That’s how seriously I took this. No irrational decisions whatsoever. In fact, I recall one particular night I was in deep thought while I was deep in a thot. And it came to me. Phrasing, I know. It was time. The writing was on the wall. And it was telling me Elijah get the hell out of dodge! SCRAM! SKEDADDLE! Trot away before it all comes crumbling down on that perfectly symmetrical face of yours. And I did. There was only so much I could do, ya know? On Kingdom, as well as The Ashes....only so much I could possibly do! And it was tough. Being the clear-cut face of the Ashes. The leader. They didn’t like me very much over there. They, being my peers. Constantly belittling me. Constantly threatening me. Constantly putting their hands on me."

"It made me uncomfortable. I do not promote nor do I endorse fighting. Violence isn’t the answer. I believe in peace. I believe in talking it out. Being mature about it. Words go a long way. More so than the use of fists. But people like Jeff and Jacob Knight refuse to grasp such a concept. They think like cavemen. And they act like ‘em too. So yeah, I left. I would say Kingdom holds a special place in my heart, but it doesn’t. Lots of good memories? Sure. But I made those memories. And Kingdom will miss out on those future memories. Those OMG moments that’ll be talked about for generations to come. They don’t deserve me, let’s be real. Ashes didn’t deserve me. Kingdom didn’t deserve me. And do you know who else they don’t deserve? Hmm? Shea Flaherty and Ryo Sakazaki. That’s just me stating the obvious though. They were underappreciated over there. They were held back. And I can confidently say all of this because so was I. Being treated as a joke. Being laughed at, mocked. Like we were animals caged in. Try to pet me and I’ll bite your fucking finger off. NOM NOM NOM NOM! But now? With The Blacklist? The door is open. It’s wide open. And it’s not open because of a mistake. The wind didn’t pry it open. WE KICKED IT DOWN! With my nice and comfy loafers. ROUNDHOUSE KICK! POW! I know. I know what people are thinking. They think the Blacklist will just be like the Frontline for Ryo. It’ll just be like the Ashes for Shea and me. We’ll be on the low end of the totem pole. Ok. That’s what you think? Cool. You can think that. Just know, however, you would be wrong. And you are pretty dumb for thinking of something so outlandish. You deserve to get pointed at and laughed at...and to be honest? Stoned to death. But I know, people love their hot takes. They like to go against the grain so people will pay attention to them for a moment. A desperate and quite frankly, attempt to get attention. Can’t relate, ‘cause I’m no attention seeker. Just a very lowkey dude. But this? THIS is a new start for the three of us. A new opportunity has been presented our way and we will by no means squander it. We’ll take advantage. We’ll capitalize and WE WILL...deliver. There is no other option. There is no time to second guess. We are locked in. We are committed to the cause. And we will take over. That’s what we’ll do best. Take. We’ll take your championships. We’ll take your spotlight. We’ll take your passion, your will...and crumple it all up, toss it over our shoulder, and sink it right into the waste basket....SWISH, MOTHERFUCKERSSSS, NOTHIN’ BUT NET! CHEF CURRY WITH THE SHOT BOI! Speaking of cooked, let’s talk about our opponents this week on Atlantis.”

“Yeah, y’all about to get cooked out there. So you best stay out the kitchen. CAUSE YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE HEAT! AND YOU CERTAINLY CAN’T HANDLE ME! I’m sizzzzzzlin’. SSSSSSSSS! I’m hot. OWWWWW! Red hot. Blazing! I’M ON FIYYYYAH! Better get your oven mitts. Better break out the fire extinguisher! But it’s no use. Because you’re gonna get burned regardless ‘cause Hardcore Hampton...add that name to the list, ADD IT RIGHT NOW, takes no prisoners because like, hardcore af. But look, I’m not gonna lie. I’m annoyed. I’m perplexed. You don’t want a perplexed Elijah on your hands. A perplexed Elijah will get you superduperplexed off the top rope. So don’t make me act up. Don’t do it! TOO LATE! Because like I said, I’m feeling a little...a little bothered. Not hot and bothered either. Just bothered. The thing is, I got away from Kingdom for a reason. I just got that gross, rotten, expired Kingdom smell off of me and my spiffy as fuck turtlenecks after I scrubbed and scrubbed it away. Scrub-a-Dub-Dub, ya know? Yeah, ya know! Look, I had to bathe in tomato juice! Because the smell of a skunk and the stench of Kingdom is one of the same! But here I am, forced to face Kingdom’s finest! ....Oh never mind, it’s Arata, Jack Daito, and Kenta Saru instead. False alarm. Yeah, not gonna front, wrote those last two names on my hand. Woulda forgot otherwise. Like, I don’t want to come off as a bird....an owl, to be exact, but, WHO? WHO?! Are we sure these are even real people? They sound made up! Nah, let’s not jump to conclusions, Jah! They could be solid for all I know. They are new. At least I think they are? I don’t know, I don’t tune in to Kingdom anymore because I’ve never been bored enough to do so. And honestly, I don’t tune in to SSW either. ‘Cause same reason. I’m only worried about one thing and one thing only..that thing, being the most IMPORTANT thing on this planet..ME! And as you can see, Kingdom? SSW? It doesn’t concern me. Therefore, it’s deemed unimportant. So deeeeez yo boys, Arata? This them? Rolling with ‘em? Your ride and die? Cool cool cool. Better than the last bunch of schmucks you surrounded yourself with." 

"Speaking of which, it was pretty rad when you betrayed Jeff, to be honest. Not sure if I told you that. He was like so caught off guard and shit, it was funny. He was all like, NOOOOOO! Haha! But it was so obvious. Like, your name literally has rat in it. It was eventually gonna happen. Hey, that’s all in the past! Here you are now, a leader. Leading Jackie and that other dude. His name is smudged on my hand now. The masked dude. Imagine covering your face. I could never! I would never do that to the people! That would be a disservice! But yeah, okay, Simon Says. Leading and such. ‘Cause you have so much wisdom to share! So many lessons to teach! Like on how to lose world title matches at the grandest stage of them all! Good stuff. Not really. It’s a head-scratcher. I don’t understand why someone would let you lead and for the most part, dictate their careers. ‘But what do you know, Jah! You aren’t a leader!’ ‘Cause I’m man enough to admit that I still have some work to do. Some kinks to iron out! And what better way than to learn from people that are actually at the top of this industry in the likes of Havoc..and now, and even better yet, the hall of famer, Nas. They’ve done it all. Unlike you. You may think your time is coming. You may think that all three of you will ascend to the tippy top together and you know what? You just might! Oh, I know, you thought I was gonna slam the door in your face and tell you that you have no shot! NO SHOT IN HELL! But you do. You do have a shot, Arata. And it’s because..drumroll please, you’re on Kingdom! It’s easier over there. Case and point, Jeff is your world champion. Your time will come most likely. Just not this week. BECAUSE YOU HAVE HARDCORE HAMPTON STANDING IN YOUR WAY! And let me tell you, I’m fucking crazy. I jump off stuff! High stuff! I wear one elbow sleeve instead of two. Meaning, I’m willing to risk it all and hurt my right elbow for this business. That says it all right there. But yeah, I’m gonna straight murk you guys this week. You have the word Black in your alliance’s name when we already had it and called dibs. You wanna be us so badly it’s embarrassing. Pffft, posers. So yeah, you’re done kiddo. All three of y’all. YOU’RE DONE! FINISHED!"

This shit is a fucking grind. 

No cap.

Through shovels, through chairs, through light tubes, through barbed wire, through thumbtacks, through fire, through everything you could possibly think of, I’ve been put through it by thousands of men who wanted to kill me the first time they laid their eyes on this greasy monstrosity. And It took me a long time to reach the apex once again because of it. I spent three years on a World Championship milk carton. The chances were bountiful, sure, they were there to be had but some would say ‘fate’ had other plans in store if you can even call it that. I was never a believer in that stupid jejune adage, you know, that starry-eyed dreamers like to break out whenever shit hits the fan in order to justify a change in their lives. Everything happens for a reason. Whenever some woke dipshit blurts that out it makes me want to strangle their windpipes with their own fucking esophagus until they spew their honey nut cheerios breakfast all over my disease-ridden cock. Whenever I maim someone, it doesn’t happen out of a cruel twist of fate, or something that’s supernatural, or straight out of Final Destination. It happens when I take the reigns and establish firm control, it happens when your weaknesses are so glaring and apparent you might as well put them on a billboard for all to see. Fate doesn’t leave shit in God’s hands, he doesn’t orchestrate the demise of anybody. He’s too busy fingering angels up their wet gilded cunts and kicking his feet up while the world self-destructs. That’s where I come in. My work isn’t God’s. It isn’t the Devil’s. it’s Darkane’s and anybody who wants to attribute their demise for 'a reason will undoubtedly get their shovel’s worth.

It’s such a lazy fucking mindset. I mean take Olympus for example when I punished Nas for merely existing on my watch. You could tell from the opening bell he didn’t want to be there. His heart wasn’t in it and in turn, he put forth a limped dick effort and I once again, proved, without a shadow of a doubt that Nas has and always will be my fucking property. I literally took a shower for the first time in three months to rid myself of the repugnant stench Ricardo Nas Rose reeked of with his effort. I’ve never seen such a man so far down the fucking totem pole actually sink lower than the already preconceived bottomed out expectations set out for him by whoever is in his corner be it his five fans, four of which have bucket heads and cleft palates, one of which is his rotted out wench wife Tarah Nova. I should have offered him a .45 and told him to take care of business outside the arena so he doesn’t make a fucking mess in my vicinity but I guess even his splattered frontal lobe would put up more of a fight than he did last week.

Graham Baker and his butt pirate brigade tried to make a statement on Olympus, looking awfully formidable in a three-on-one attack with some other new meat blowhard Devin Mitchell. I don’t care if you attack me from behind, you know, it’s a good strategy to catch your opposition off guard but Graham, if you’re going to bring out dollar store Bane and flamingo ass banged Noah Reigner for crowd control, at least make sure they get their shots in too. The only thing they did was pose like it was an easy, breezy, CoverGirl photo shoot with Queen Latifah. I can’t say I’m surprised by the reinforcements, you live by the oath of The Corsairs and you die by it.

And you will all die by it.

In due time.

By all means, take a seat at ringside - talk your shit on commentary and come up with a makeshift scouting report on yours truly. Study the field to your wit’s end, but realize what I do to Stark will absolutely pale in comparison to what happens to OWA’s resident little engine that couldn’t Graham Baker. Stark is a warm up job, a spare body thrown to the lions at the last minute. I guess passe duds like Keelan aren’t around to stick in World Championship matches so they throw darts at an “irrelevance” board. You know, The Nas’, The Stark’s of the world, the wastes of semen that don’t have anything to do but serve as fucking test dummies. They’re resume builders, statistics to beef up my defenses but Stark will at least try to convince you otherwise unlike Nas. I’ll give that to him. He’ll hold his previous ho-hum victories over Darkane above my head like a fresh mutton chop. That’s all he’s got. He’ll span back four years to fucking Showdown and cherry-pick a chance one on one encounter and do you know why he’ll bring it up? It’s not because he has the edge over me, it’s not even to piss me off, it’s because he’s clinging to an alternate fucking universe that is long gone. Back in the days of yore where Stark was at the top of his game in the Joisey prison camp. Where he led the pack of Showdown mid-card dogs for a few short months or at least that’s the tripe he tries to convince himself with. He’ll beat that dead horse until there’s nothing left but the imprint in the ground. 

Stark yearns for yesteryear.

Because post-2017 he hasn’t done shit on a shingle except wallow in his own self-inflicted sorrow and book himself into high-tier, high-stake SSW matches where he was completely outclassed and didn't belong in the fray whatsoever. Instead of running the company like a tight ship, he’d rather go out there, fall on his face and habitually embarrass himself time after time. He’d rather interject himself into storylines than watch young talent flourish from their roots. What kind of Banks complex do you have, motherfucker? It’ll be a cold day in hell when Stark hangs them up for the greater good as oppose to weaseling his way into Last Simp Standing matches in an effort to prove who the bigger tool is. When it comes to you and me Stark, the game has changed. This isn’t the same Stark who lived rent-free in my head years ago when I didn’t know any better. This isn’t the same Stark whose palm I was eating out of either. Like the Lannister’s, I always pay my debts and Stark - I owe you a vicious beating that will span fucking generations, that wrestling historians will look back on a hundred years for now but not for the reasons you think.

Vengeance isn’t my motivation. 

Nah, not even fucking close.

Spiking your head on a thousand fucking chopsticks wouldn’t mean shit to me if Graham wasn’t there to see it.

I want him to bear witness to the thorough dismemberment of Stark as a precursor.
 
As it stands Stark reminds me of a punch drunk alcoholic blowing whiskey bubbles in his own spillage on the floor knowing full well he had too many but still won’t let the urge go to prove that he’s OWA’s Frank Gallagher. Nobody wants you here but you stick around if not for the torment of yourself, then the torment of others. That’s really a snapshot of your entire middling career and existence, isn’t it? You’re not loved, you’re not craved, you’re not needed in any fashion but you’re still here to everyone’s dismay but they know how this riddle goes. Stark flies in on his magic carpet, bong a ‘tokin, promises everyone the world, and subsequently buries himself neck-deep in his own rice-filled shit. Stark is the closest resemblance of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde I’ve ever seen fester inside of a ring. A model of inconsistency. Where he goes, we’re not sure what follows. He shows flashes of greatness, he marvels the audience in one breath, and in the next, he’s pelted with trash and booed out of the building. So you’d think, if that is his true calling card, he’d try to turn over a new leaf? Nah, he’ll cower back into his NYC slum, light a beefy blunt, and become one with zen to escape the pain of his wretched track record. Whatever this Majin Stark is, seems like the proverbial last gasp and has already run its course long ago. It’s no better than Nas’ umpteenth reincarnation. Some see it as reinventing the wheel. I see it as complete and utter desperation. It's hard changing who you are, especially to appease an audience but here you are, branding an M on your forehead, searching for answers.

You'll find them.

You'll find all of them, just not in the way you envisioned. I'm not here to help you find clarity or put on a five-star classic with a fucking watered-down wet noodle mockery of what Stark once was. Nobody has the time or the patience to wade through your shit anymore. You're past the point of no return. The Omega Heavyweight Championship is proof in it of itself that you are biting off way more than you can chew but isn't that Stark's synopsis? Sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, only to get smacked the fuck down into insignificance. Believe that there's no rest for the wicked Stark, you should know that better than most.

Especially when I turn that M upside down and rebrand it to a W in the middle of GraveWorm as I carve out my fucking initials in your flesh. Or maybe I'll just fill in the blank spaces and spell out GrahaM Baker.

That way you both know you're absolutely fucked.

So this is it….my first Hybrid Championship defense.

My first challenger is the same guy who was the first contender who challenged me for the SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Champion. He is the same guy who once held the OWA Tag Team Championship with me and that is Teddy Mac.

I'm not gonna pretend that I'm going to give you sympathy for this match, Teddy Mac. After all, you're the one that is asking for the stipulations that the loser of this match has to leave Olympus.

First thing first, I gotta give you credit for putting your Olympus tenure on the line because you're ready to put your kids and kids on the line as well. Not saying that Kingdom wouldn't open the door for you and for sure you have the Wrestleworld money like I do but it's great to see that you're willing to put your money where your mouth is because you know as well as I do that I'm the guy that has beaten you one on one clean and fair despite you had your The Phantom Troupe comrades at that time to help you out.

You and Travis Murphy did beat me and Reno Dumont at Wrestleworld but that's a different case yet a similar one like our one on one encounter because just like before, you had someone watching your back to beat me.

I'm going to interpret this as you see me as your worst nightmare, Teddy. You're so eager to beat me because you need to prove that you're above me and you're better than me. You still have me in your thoughts. That's why you're trying to get rid of me from Olympus. You want to end this once and for all.

You want to prove that you're not some tag team guy which you aren't Teddy. You're a former OWT World Champion after all which is proof that you're a great single wrestler too.

Yes, I think it's clear enough that I don't think too highly of you as a person but as a wrestler, you're as great as anybody else. Maybe you also learned a trick or two from Jacob Senn, Darkane, Matt Miles, and even from Big Naheem. They're great. All of them, so I believe you've improved your game ever since you parted away from me.

You are certainly not the most popular guy these days, but even so, I do believe that you'd be a great Hybrid Champion. You have all the talents for that. It'd be cool for your kids to see Papa Teddy as a solo Champion. You came pretty close to beating Noah Reigner for the TV Championship, kudos to you, that takes a lot of things to push someone like Reigner so do consider this as a compliment.

That means, I do acknowledge you as a threat to my Hybrid Championship and my existence on Olympus. It's true that I believe you think that you can beat me, Teddy, while I know I can beat you, but your thoughts aren't on the wrong track at all.

But first, I do know that you do think that you can beat me because otherwise, you wouldn't put your Olympus career on the line. Not just because I'm your worst nightmare, but also because you think you have what it takes to beat me.

And that is a fair point now that I think about it.

I mean look at me. I might not be The White Knight that people knew. I tapped out more often nowadays. People beat me left and right. I didn't pin an Awakening to win my Hybrid Championship. I only scored one elimination in the Clash of Titans this year and so on and on.

So perhaps I'm not the best person to have the Hybrid Championship right now.

What would make me the deserving Hybrid Champion? That because I'm a veteran now? That I'm a former World Champion….not in OWA is expected to bring more prestige to the Hybrid Championship? That I have a good fan-base so Aren thinks my popularity can help out to bring a name value to this belt?

One can always assume and another one would just be happy and satisfied that I'm holding the Hybrid Championship, so that's why I have to prove it why I am the Hybrid Champion, starting from you, Teddy.

Back in the day, in the New Jersey Federation. I won a National Elite Championship. I held that belt for 4 months. Did you know what happened? Every single one who dared to challenge me decided to walk away from that company. They all thought they could challenge me and beat me but when they failed to do so, it broke down their mentality. Even the previous Champ who defeated me eventually, needed 3 months off to heal his mental health before asking for a rematch.

You, Teddy, you could be on the same boat as them. I know you want to beat me so bad but either you're too confident or you're afraid of losing to me twice and that's why just in case you lose, you prefer it for the door to hit you on your way out because your mentality could be shaking already the moment you decided to speak on the mic in the previous Olympus show.

But of course, you're not the only one that puts your Olympus tenure on the line. I'm the same case as you. It's obvious that if I lose, I won't be on Olympus anymore and I won't be no longer the Hybrid Champion anymore. You will be. And I for sure have to prepare to go to Kingdom….that is if they want me. Kingdom might not want me after all and I have to leave OWA in general too right? That's the worst case scenario.

But I'm sure just like you are. I would prefer it to stay on Olympus and put on a 5 stars classic as the Hybrid Champion. I might not always be around, but Olympus is always my home. I made my OWA debut here and I for sure want to stay around on Olympus as long as possible.

Am I nervous? I for sure am and I have given you credit for how you have improved and all that stuff, so I do hope I have what it takes to beat you for the second time and get rid of your face from Olympus.

After all, you said it to me once that I'm a big Eater and if you think Olympus is too big for two of us, I won't even let you get the leftovers. All you're going to get is getting your ass kicked.

Maybe that way, you'd be back to the old Teddy Mac. Not necessarily as the guy who likes to eat, but as a guy who always fights for the greater good. Kinda like how you are still doing those in Wrestleworld.

So after all, you're still the old Teddy Mac in a way but for some reason, you decided to be more edgy in OWA because those Phantom Troupe guys gave you some wrong lessons and you took your advices which I guess isn't actually wrong considering Senn's, Darkane's, and Miles' reputations.

But the moment you attacked Noah Reigner after you lost to him, just showed how low you have fallen to the ground. That wasn't the best move but I do have faith in you that you will redeem yourself after I kick you out from Olympus.

And that goes without saying that I will still be the Hybrid Champion.

Michaels: “So they got me on Atlantis this week huh?  You know usually I’d be pretty unhappy having to work a meaningless tag match. I’m not like  most of the  guys and girls in the locker room who are only here to cash a check. And usually when I’d be in this situation I would keep this whole interview short and sweet, then proceed to run through the mother fucker who had the misfortune of having to stand across from me this week like a hot knife through butter before going along my merry way to sunnier days. But this week is different. this week means more than just an exhibition of what I bring to the table. It’s more than just some TV time to keep myself relevant, and it’s more than a chance to display my abilities and put everyone on notice that I will once again be the Hybrid champion. No, this week means so much more because this week has to do with family. See, For the last few weeks everyone has been running around talking about some perceived tension between myself, and my brother Eon Blue. This is laughable, I mean they can’t see what’s right under their own noses. I fucked up, I admitted it in front of the whole world, I apologize, and that apology was accepted. But all the QAnon followers are going around saying things like ‘did you see the look on Noah’s face as he was walking away?’ Or ‘ he probably hugged Mark more out of social awkwardness rather than wanting to patch things up.’, It’s laughable seeing these halfwits throw around all these wild accusations while turning a blind Eye to the simple fact that things between myself and Eon are perfectly fine. Do you hear me?  The Awakening Is fine. Things between myself and Eon Blue are fine. And soon enough this whole period will be a foot note in the two of us reestablishing ourselves as two of the top guys on Friday night. So To everyone trying to predict doom and gloom for the Olympus branch of the Awakening, for everyone trying to spin the last few weeks into some kind of rivalry or feud between myself and Eon, to all the wannabe dirt sheet writers who are trying to make a name for themselves by sullying both my own as well as my brother’s. To all of you, from the bottom of my heart, I invite you to go fuck yourselves you miserable pricks.


Now with that little piece of business out of the way I can now focus on the match they have lined up for me on Atlantis. A match that will prove that the Awakening is just as strong as ever. A match that will start us down the road of the Awakening once again being the top faction in all of OWA.   Once that bell has rung, and both myself and Eon have our hands raised in victory, and we leave another pair of overhyped and under developed fan favorites as nothing more than road kill in the ring, we’ll have taken back the respect that we deserve. Respect we earned in 2020, respect we deserve here and now.  I am anxiously anticipating the moment the four of us step into the ring. With baited breath I am so looking forward to stomping those hollow skulls of Devi Krysis and Azurine Vabib-, Vailbe- Vebilbo baggins. Whatever the fuck her name is,  like eggshells. You see not only am I gonna shut up all the morons in crowd from talking shit, I’m gonna make an example out of these two dipshits for the entire locker room to keep their traps shut. Let it be known right now that nobody talks crap about Mark Michaels and walks away unscathed. Not even pitiful ants like Devi Krysis. for as much as things have supposedly changed this season, it’s good to see that Devi is little more than a dimwitted twit who’s so oblivious to everything going on around her she doesn’t even realize when she’s shooting herself in the foot.  I mean what the hell does she even mean when she called me and Eon leftovers?  More than that, at least a left over can be something of value. You can get something out of left overs. Did she not hear the words that Fell out of her mouth during that promo of hers, and I use the term promo generously here because all she really did was waste 3 and a half minutes of my life that I’ll never get back. Devi said it herself, Myself Eon, Noah, and Father Nathan all held gold. We won faction of the year, above the dynasty, the black list, Frontline, and ashes of the wake. We did more in a few months than factions have done in years. Some say we over achieved, I say we showed our true potential. Mind you we didn’t “freebird” a belt like some factions do to pad out their resume. We took every championship worth taking, and we did so with everyone saying there was no chance in hell we would. the Awakening was the most dominating group in OWA history. Hell some may argue that we may very well still might be because we didn’t get broken up, we expanded to start running things on Kingdom as well. And with Final Destination aside we knocked it out of the park every time we were up to bat. Let me put it to you like this, in six months we went from guys who everyone thought would flounder and fizzle out of the company by this time, to the kings of the mountain who couldn’t give two shits about peons like Devi Krysis. What has she done? Who has she beat? She wins a battle royal in some bingo hall? big deal. She almost won a match? Almost doesn’t count around here honey. Oh but she threw a shot put really far, and would have won the Jobber games if only she gotten to the hungry hungry hippos round. Yeah call me when you can pin someone or make them submit. Someone who isn’t a goddamn narcoleptic. Well to be fair most everyone falls asleep when Devi wrestles by I digress. Give me one relevant stat, one key win that Devi has gotten. Since my time is precious to me I’ll skip right to the point, THERE ISN’T ONE!  Devi isn’t some Diamond in the rough just waiting for her moment to break through. No, she’s a piece of fool’s gold being cherished by people who know nothing of things that are valuable. She’s not a wrestler who has earned the respect of her peers due to her skill or tenacity, she’s the fucking comic relief, the butt end of the joke, the low floor to remind all the people in the crowd just what the bottom of the fucking barrel is in OWA.

Azurine, I feel for you. I mean here you are having to carry the company laughing stock against talent that lives and breaths in Rarified air. Someone so pathetic, Liz Karlson’s undefeated streak came to an end because she was stuck in the same position you are right now. Now I know you’ll be quick to come to the defense of the company punching bag, you’ll rush to her defense with something that goes along the lines of ‘ C’mon Mark, at least Devi is enough of a goof that people know who she is. It’s not like she’s some unremarkable, and wholly forgettable scrub like Azurine Vibb- what the hell you call yourself.’ or at least I think that’s what you’ll do because quite frankly I can never understand a goddamn word that spills out past your gums.  Listening to you is like listening to a CD that’s been scratched to hell, and skips every other second. Anyways the point is that your partner is a pathetic waste, and you’re not doing much better.  So why don’t the two of you do yourselves a favor and just savor being in the same ring  with two of the pound for pound best wrestlers in OWA. Study how well we work as a unit even  when the whole world is saying we’re on the verge of tearing each other apart. See what men who have the talent and ability to grow from their losses, learn from their mistakes, and come out better on the other side for it, rather than perpetually running on the hamster’s wheel and getting nowhere. Or do what you always do, come in, get your little pity pop from the crowd, and proceed to get your ass handed to you. Either way the end result gonna be the same, that I promise you. So right now you girls best decide on whether you want to do things the easy way where you don’t end up in a hospital. Or if you want to do things the hard way, where you find that your careers as professional wrestling’s punchline coming to an end real quick via The Lethal Injection. 

So chose wisely, because I’ll be waiting.”

(The scene opens inside a large corner office overlooking the city and cut to a large desk placed in front of a large window showcasing the city of Honolulu, Hawaii below. A figure is seated behind the desk inside a large leather chair smoking a cigar in one hand and holding a glass filled with bourbon in the other while listening to the song "Outside" by David Bowie playing overhead on a stereo system filling the room. After a few moments, the large leather chair spins around to face the camera to reveal the figure as Kevin Edward LeBrock, manager and advocate to "The Fem Phenom" Nakita DuBov. He is wearing a white three pieced custom tailor made suit with a gold chain dangling on the 4'11 little person's chest. His long braided dreadlocks neatly and individually braided with care and precision flowing passed the middle of his back. He sets his drink down on the coaster on the desk and flicks an ash into the ashtray, LeBrock turns down the music, then takes a long drag just as begins speaking.)

LeBrock: "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and piss ants watching at home all across the world. My name is Kevin LeBrock, and I am the advocate to the season four-soon to be utterly dominating, The Red-Headed Leviathan, the Green-Eyed Devil herself, The Evisceration of Armageddon, The Fem Phenomenal, sensational, Nakita DuBov."

"Speaking of Nakita, you'll have to excuse her immediate absence at the moment as she is out and about training and getting focused and prepared for her upcoming match this week on Odyssey so all of your hype shit and promo will be going through yours truly for the immediate and foreseeable future. Nakita and I have discussed it and feel that all of her focus and energy should be keyed on in the ring and what transpires within those four ropes and even around it in order to not only ensure, but best maximizes her chances of victory each and every single week, and frankly I couldn't agree more. For now, Nakita is going to be seen, but not heard, and why should she? I mean after all, this is what she pays me for and this is what I do. I am the man that you talk to, but you will see and get all of the best of the six foot four, one-hundred and eighty pounds of raw natural athleticism, unparalleled and unequaled, unmeasurable, unfathomable, unquantifiable, brutal strength.  The rookie season and with that, the trials of fire of season three have passed. This is a new dawning for the entire OWA and for Odyssey. You see, Nakita has played ball long enough and went with the flow wherever the winds may take her and now it's time for her her to roll up her sleeves and show what she can really do in that ring. Nakita is not just a wrestler, she is a killer, a vicious, cold, relentless machine of pain and it is time that the entire Odyssey roster finally takes notice once and for all. This is her mindset, and when it is all said and done, she will not only be holding championship gold, but she will be reigning, defending, and utterly dominating as she sits high and alone on her throne with all of her challengers laying down motionless at the bottom littering her feet. This is my decree, this is my design. So sayeth the Advocate, so let it be."

(LeBrock takes a sip from his bourbon before continuing on.)

"This week, my client, Nakita DuBov, gets back into singles action, in what she strives and excels at. No more triple threats, fatal four ways, tag team matches, or cinematic reality show competitions, she gets to step back into two women enter, and one woman leaves, when she goes one on one with Revy. Now Revy, you are so flying high after what you did to the newly crowned and current reigning OWA Women's World Champion, Jonetta Stone last week don't you? You not only stocked the entire world watching with what you did her her, but in one cold and vicious act of violence, you singlehandedly managed to set the narrative for the entire OWA going forward and more than likely threw the first shots fired, in what should be a matchup for the ages when you take the first of the line and step up to try and take Jonetta's title from her. You got everybody buzzing and everyone's attention and what you did and while there are people that are booing and hating on you for what you did, contrary to what everyone else thinks, Nakita and I do not hate you. In fact, we admire you for what you did to her last week on Odyssey and not just for the beating, but being able to take every sling of every venomous arrow fired from Ms. Stone's poison filled mouth. This is a woman, who's mouth cut right into you as if like you were Jesus, and she was the Roman sentry that was whipping you with the cat of nine tails and she was pulling off chunks of flesh from your beaten body, and you took every single lash like a champion. Nakita and I hold that in high respect, and then you still managed to come back with the beating of beatings and tore into you and when you blasted her with that flashbang, Nakita and I, let's just say that we marked the fuck out for you. We loved every single moment as you stood over Jonetta Stone's unconscious and beaten and bloody body. Like I said, that image, that attack, right there, has set the narrative going forward for the entire OWA and we applaud you for all that you did. We respect you."

(LeBrock takes another drink from his bourbon before continuing on.)

"You see Revy, you made a god bleed, and it is said that if you make god bleed, people will cease to believe in them, there will be blood in the water, Jonetta's blood is in the water, and the sharks will come. They are coming, case and point, my client. You see, Nakita is not coming for her, at least not yet. She is coming straight for you Revy, but if you didn't get it before, hear me now. She is not doing it for revenge or for some unspoken bond of honor in the locker room. To hell with all that. No, she is coming to dominate and eviscerate and obliterate you. She is coming to turn you into a puffy cloudy mist that will stain the entire canvas of that ring of the Stan Sherriff Center in a beating that the people of Honolulu, let alone the entire world that is watching will never forget that will eclipse everything that you did to Ms. Stone last week. Just as you have set the narrative for the OWA going forward, Nakita DuBov is looking to totally and completely re-write the narrative. Like they say, 'even the best laid plans'. All of your carefully laid out plans will be all for nothing because the biggest shark is coming to devour you Revy. She is the Red-Headed Leviathan and she is looking to take what is hers and that is the OWA World Women's Championship"

(LeBrock pauses as he smiles taking a long drag from his cigar before continuing on.)

"So, we thank you for all that you have done, her, but let's face it, we'll take it from here and what what Nakita does to you this week on Odyssey, will eclipse and make what you did to Jonetta seem like a distant memory. What else can I say Revy? This business is all about dog eating dog, picking your spots, and ceasing your opportunities. Nakita is doing exactly that and taking it from your cold, broken, hands. Then whenever she is done with you Revy, she is going to turn onto what is left of Jonetta Stone, and plow right on through her, then take the OWA World Women's Championship title, plant her feet on the top of that mountain and nobody will ever move her."

(LeBrock takes his cigar, and slowly mashes it out into the ashtray grinding it into the glass as he closes.)

"And this is not just a prediction, this goes well beyond spoiler, it just...is. Count on it Revy, count on it."

(The scene slowly fades out on Kevin LeBrock as he smiles devilishly into the camera and closes out on his smile.)

Yesterday's Leftovers
Atlantis Promo (Vs. Eon Blue & Mark Michaels)

The scene open with Devi training in the facility inside of McArthur Enterprise. Earlier Devi try to enter the Damian's office until she hear sounds like moaning and such, and I pretty sure that he's got company in there and she doesn't want to disturb him. So Devi just gonna have to talk about her match against Eon Blue and Mark Michaels.

Devi is sweating, had a towel over her shoulder, and starting to speak.

Damn, it felt good to win on the first Odyssey of Season 4 right? Yeah, I told Audrey to never sleep on this wolf and you didn't. Let's face it, Audrey maybe a sleepy person but she knows how to play the submission game, I mean she took out my knee barely injured. But I comeback fighting, how do you ask? Eversince I won the Sparks Cup Battle Royal at LAW Lethal Hearts 3 and become the Inaugural Lethal Sparks Champion, I decided to pay homage to one and only OWA Hall of Famer Brody Sparks by using her signature Seeing Sparks. 1! 2! 3! Done! First win of the new season. But that's a start right?

Devi drinking water as she continues to talk.

*sigh* speaking of new season, I had a hellacious match at Lethal Takeover 2 against one of the Stephanie Matsuda best students, The JET Academy Champion, Sora Todoh. And I got to be honest that match was amazing, Sora knows that my resiliency and it only takes a Sky Twister to finished me off. And after that match Sora help me up as a signed of respect, Arigato Sora, hope we meet again in the near future. Now that's behind me, now let's talk about Atlantis.

Welp! And it appears that me and my friend Azzy is going up against The Awakening-wait scratch that what's left of The Awakening. I don't know if you guys heard but The Awakening got split, Noah Quinn and his leader Father Nathan Fiora are at Kingdom now, while our opponents Eon Blue and Mark Michaels still stuck at Olympus. It's not that long ago The Awakening was ridin high holding the championships and taking the Blue brand by storm. Until Final Destination 3 you guys lost the gold, ALL OF IT! And it was ashamed that you guys got to split, y'all guys are one happy that gospel family and I ain't talk about Kirk Franklin. You form a faction, got the belts, you've got it all last season. But this season The Awakening are just like any other people Eon and Mark, you're just yesterday's leftovers for me and Azzy to eat and at Atlantis we gonna make sure that we will get the job done, and no Father can't help you win and remember this boys. The Wolf is always at your-

Just when Devi about to end the promo, One of The McArthur Lady Secretary walked in the Training Facility talking with her.

McArthur Lady Secretary: Excuse me Devi, sorry for intrusion.

Devi: Uh, your timing could be any better, because I was about to finished my promo for Atlantis.

McArthur Lady Secretary: Oh yeah, About that. The boss has already setup the flight to Anchorage and it'll be ready in the few days.

Devi: Okay....I was about to head to Damian's office earlier and I can't help over hearing sounds~

McArthur Lady Secretary: Well I think just hearing things Miss Krysis. Probably that printer stop working.

Devi: Sure, Sure, anyway tell Damian that i'm be ready for the flight to Anchorage.

McArthur Lady Secretary: Yes ma'am!

As the McArthur Lady Secretary walked out of the Training Facility, Devi had that look of concern.

Devi: Something did happen in the office, but it's just my imagination anyway back to my training.

Scene fade black

So, Final Destination Three did not go the way I expected.

OWA's biggest show of the year was meant to be a wake up call for the entire company. The Dynasty had a whopping FOUR major matches on the table and we were prepared to take all four of them home. The Dynasty was going to have the Omega Heavyweight Championship on lock, the Ascension to the Heavens firmly in the grasp, the attention of OWA management via winning the Big Oasis Brand games along with the title shot as the grand prize an OF COURSE we were meant to have the World Tag Team Championships being held in our camp.

Now as you all saw, that unfortunately did not come to be. I don't know why and I don't know how. Our group had a plan, a good plan. We've been plotting this takeover for months and even before we got together, had all HUNGERED for this platform for YEARS. We've all busted our asses up to this point in the lead up to to that weekend. We had spent our season outworking everyone and that is a FACT. You have no room to call it ego when I say that The Dynasty absolutely have the talent to completely outclass the competition; there was not a single name on that card that we couldn't beat when paired up against. They all had been scouted and countered perfectly in our talks as a group; the situation being vetted precisely. We had each of those contests we were put in, we were certain of it. The rewards that came with winning each of those matches weren't simply prizes but ENTITLEMENTS for us that we were long overdue to take. And take, my boys did.

Darkane staked his flag atop the mount and hammered in our claim of being the top faction the WHOLE world as he bested The Awakening and Blacklist in a single match -- not just any match but inside the hellish environment that is the Chaos Crypt - to win the Omega Heavyweight Championship! First night and we already grabbed ahold of the most powerful belt on Olympus, effectively having the brand by the throat right out of the gate. We didn't stop there either! Jacob Senn swept through an entire roster's of talent over three days, excelled in a multitude of competitions that would be the end of most athletes and won the BOB Games to get that title shot. BAM: Senn is moving over to Sunday Nights and now he can take the OWA World Championship, might as well call that a double homicide for the poor excuse of a main event scene being pushed here in the land of Omega.

So many of our promises ended up manifesting into concrete truths, but this is where the flaws come in. Matt Miles did not win the Ascension to the Heavens like we had been hoping for. A damn shame but at the same time it was out of his control. This was a match with magic fuckery bullshit, Graham Baker constantly on his back; and how can anyone get anything done when the human monkey wrench Ryo Sakazaki is in the picture to drag everyone down with his loser ass? Miles was the better tactitian, knew when to pick his spots and was effective in controlling the ring more than anyone else. Alyssa didn't win by being the best, she won by squeezing by due to circumstance. Fair play to her and no mark on Miles. 

Matt Miles did his thing on the opener for night one. The issue arises though with how we started night three. The elephant in the room is how Naheem and I failed to capture the World Tag Team titles. Of all the matches, that was the one intended to be a slam dunk! That four way was meant to be child's play! You had the super heavyweight heater and million dollar heavy that is Big Naheem being paired up with ME! Teddy Mac: tag team specialist extraordinaire who never fails to get his hands on some tandem gold. The two of us walked into what was a dead division and should have been able to take it to the cleaners. The match was a joke from the onset; did you see the mockery of promos that people cut for the match!? The whole lineup was an even bigger joke than the promotion for it. Nero Darkbringer and Chase Veddar were just a failed vanity team pushed out by Nas, April Song and Revy were just doing their best audition for an Odd Couple comedy, and RD3 and Miltiades were the definition of thrown together! We shouldn't have lost! Are you kidding me!? IT'S A TRAVESTY! The booking was practically GIVING us the tag belts! Putting them straps straight into our hands after calling us over! We bricked a layup that night and for the past month and a half I've been forced to sit at home and watch it back OVER AND OVER! GOD -- I AM DISGUSTED WITH THAT SHIT! I have banned that footage from my household, my daughters aren't seeing that disappointment ever again! What happened in there was a lapse in judgement! Naheem and I were the rightful winners that night but we got too confident. We treated it as a "gimme" and didn't care when the only reason it would have been easy is if we made even a tenth of an effort. Miltiades and RD3 didn't BEAT The Dynasty. They beat us at at forty percent. Thirty percent. TWENTY! But damn sure not close to ONE HUNDRED.

And that's my fault. I was the veteran, I should have been the one to guide the team and do right. I let The Dynasty down. I let our vision down. I disrespected our group and so it is my task to cast away any dirt I shoveled onto our reputation. I'll do right by the team that has given so much to me....by giving our group the Television Champion, along with the head of Noah Reigner. Reigner, you slack jawed, bird chested FUCK. You and your Resistance had a nice day during Final Destination when you got to beat Nate's flunkies, but that high your on is going to be ending with you brought down to earth sooner than you thought. It wasn't too long before that where you and the rest of your friends were STOMPED OUT by The Dynasty in War Games and sent retreating to find higher grounds. You bums didn't try to test us again after that even though you were so loud mouthed about stopping us and our movement. Real low hanging fruit going after our far lesser counterpart instead of asking for a rematch with us. But I get why though. You already knew we had your numbers. Scared to be embarrassed again after making the big switch to the role of Olympus' mighty heroes. Bullying the special needs kids of Church Fiora had you all feeling good but that momentary recovery is done. We don't need The Resistance in its own little corner huddled up away from us. We went it out of our sight, period. We don't want it to thrive even CLOSE to us. We want it off our brand and being left to die off on its own. I've already put Nobi in his place countless times and this Friday will see to it that the head of The Resistance is cut off, being left with nothing but the option to bleed out while I stand over it as the slayer. That is my repayment to The Dynasty. That is my contribution toward the CURE to the plague we're fighting against with you clowns.

Shine the TV title up nicely for me.

(Kevin Maverick is seen sitting at his computer in front of a camera, streaming. The Millenium Falcon is dressed in a gray T-shirt with his signature shades set aside on the desk. Kevin sighed before he began to speak.)

“I wanted to talk some good shit over on Joe Budden’s podcast, but I figured that can wait. The dawn of the Dark Tournament is upon us. The eight of us are going to engage in two days worth of grueling competition. Some of us will go home after Atlantis. The rest of us will meet in the Kingdom to decide who will follow Aria Jaxon as the next Spartans Championship. Much like the Spartans themselves, this title needs a champion who’s committed to the cause. I feel I’m the best candidate for this belt because at the end of the day, it needs a star. Not someone who’s still stuck on what people think of their previous title run. Once again Noah Quinn tells us another boring story about how Kingdom is a new journey for him and how he wants to prove the haters wrong. Dude, Sunday nights ain’t that much different from Friday nights. Same shit, different people. Before the Awakening made a name for themselves I was on Fridays, dazzling the world with my impeccable style. Now I’m back to give it the good ‘ol college try. I won’t lie - other companies have made their offers to me, but this is where I want to be. OWA helped me make a name for myself here in the west. I’m not going to let some injury ruin my story. Like I’ve mentioned before I’m very invested in building a legacy here in OWA. This isn’t a one-time only endeavour for me. I’m here to stay, collect as many belts as I can, and call it a day.” 

(Kevin played with his shades in his hand for a moment before continuing.)

Kevin Maverick: It might be the Off-Season for Jermaine Cole, but for #YaBoi the season’s just begun. It lowkey worries me that we didn’t hear shit from JD, Jacob or my first opponent, Kai D. Oh. Some people are silent, I guess. That makes sense, I’m not gonna hate. But either way, it doesn’t matter who stands in my way, I know I got this. I’m gonna send Kai D. Oh back to the islands, then on Sunday I’m fighting either Jason or Noah. That’s the match I’m worried about. Both men can hold their own. It’s not that I think I’m going to lose, but rather will I have enough in the tank for Azumi who obviously seems like she’s going to make it to the finals. I can’t just look at all of this like another old veteran. I have to seize the moment and make the universe work in my favor. 

(Kevin sighs and shakes his head.)

Kevin Maverick: Either way, the time for talk is over. One of us is going to walk out the winner and the new champion. Everyone else? Will have to  start over and you can bet your ass that I don’t intend for it to be me.

(The feed opens up to the front door of NAMI’s apartment in Los Angeles. The cameraperson knocks on the door and it is promptly opened by NAMI’s bodyguard and best friend, the monstrous woman known as Oni Ushi. Ushi grunts and welcomes the cameraperson and interviewer Cori Simmons in.)

Cori Simmons: Thank you for meeting with us! It’s great to see NAMI back in OWA and following her return last week on Atlantis -- 

Oni Ushi: Wait one minute. I will get NAMI.

Cori Simmons: Oh yeah, where is she?

(Oni Ushi ignores that question and walks back, turning the corner around a hallway. A few seconds later she walks back out with NAMI behind her. NAMI’s hair is disheveled and she has a mysterious white powder under her nose. NAMI wipes her nose and takes a seat on the couch, sprawling out.)

Cori Simmons: Uhm, hello NAMI!
 
Oni Ushi: I think she will prefer it if you call her Former JET Academy Champion NAMI.

Cori Simmons: Oh, uh, Former JET Academy Champion NAMI? I don’t think it’s realistic for me to say all that -- 

NAMI: She can call me by my title or she can get out of my house.

Oni Ushi: You can call her by her title or get out of her house.

Cori Simmons: Yeah I caught that part... 

(Cori turns over to the cameraperson and mutters something under her breath. NAMI calls Oni Ushi over and whispers something in her ear as well.)

Oni Ushi: NAMI said she heard you call her a ‘dumb bitch’ under her breath. You will apologize to her or you will leave her house.

(Cori Simmons shakes her head and looks like she’s tempted to take NAMI up on her offer, but she regains her composure and slightly bows her head.)

Cori Simmons: My apologies. It was a long flight over here from Philly for this interview. If we may start over again on the right foot, thank you for having me over, Former JET Academy Champion NAMI-san.

(NAMI whispers something else to Oni Ushi.)

Oni Ushi: NAMI is pleased with your use of “san” as an honorific. Continue to use that, please.

Cori Simmons: Yes... Former JET Academy Champion NAMI-san, I have a few questions for you if you wouldn’t mind answering them.

NAMI: Hmph. 

Oni Ushi: That is a yes.

Cori Simmons: Yeah I - I got that. First of all, how did it feel returning to OWA on the previous Atlantis?

NAMI: I don’t want to talk about it. I never saw the match myself as there were technical difficulties during the broadcast. People are claiming I was pinned but there is no evidence of that, so please refrain from asking me any more questions about that screwjob.

Cori Simmons: I mean I saw it live -- you know what, never mind, You’re right. Let’s pretend like that never happened then. How does it feel getting ready to make your OWA re-debut on Atlantis? Nakita and Azurine have been two consistently featured competitors on Odyssey, and with the global superstar Emmanuelle joining the fray, what are your thoughts on this upcoming fatal four way match?

NAMI: Nakita? Azurine? I don’t know who these people are. As for Emmanuelle, yes, I heard she’s quite a big deal these days. But global superstar is a generous way to phrase her rising popularity. In fact she herself knows her place, which I could respect her for if I knew what respect was. The Silver Starlet is what she calls herself which given that that old bat looks like she’s in her 40s and might be as old as Carlos Rosso for all we know, is a bad look. Starlet? She’ll never be a star and she knows it. The Silver Starlet may be a top woman in WrestleWorld but as far as I can see she’s an underwhelming failure everywhere else, and just like certain people shine brightest in very specific circumstances, I’d be lying if I said that I’d find her to be a threat anywhere outside of that little bubble of an island. 

Cori Simmons: You have to admit being Shogun Champion is pretty impressive given the lineage of that championship.

NAMI: Is it? I don’t see why I should respect a championship won in a place that is hardly more than a vanity project. I can maybe respect the fact that she’s won a belt that’s been held by Arata Asakura and Jacob Senn, but given how I hear she won it and how she chooses to retain it, no, I can’t say that it’s impressive. Now if we’re talking about hype built on the back of a strong championship reign, let’s talk about my career establishing run as the JET Academy Champion. Strong defense after strong defense and I didn’t need a whole hype crew of Carlos Rosso’s cronies to do it. Sure, maybe I’m not competing against the very top of this industry like Emmanuelle was but to the higher powers of OWA all I can say is - give me the chance. Now for Emmanuelle, she might be the chosen one to take Odyssey by storm this season but I don’t care. Ever since I abandoned the idol lifestyle to become a wrestler, I knew that I would be fighting from the bottom up. I’m not the strongest or the fastest, I’m not the most technically gifted, I don’t have a very athletic body, I can snap like a twig any day and be on the shelf for months - but still, I try just as hard, or in fact, I try even harder than your average woman to make myself as worthy of ascending to the top as I can. Success means everything to me, and I know it doesn’t come easy. So for every goon that Emmy keeps by her side, that’s ten years of work she’s undoing on her own. Take them away and Emmanuelle is nothing. She’ll stay a starlet forever, while NAMI will go further than just being a star, I’ll become a supernova on a level that Emmy could only dream of reaching. The Silver Starlet is a fine title, but the Golden Queen will stand above. Emmanuelle only knows wrestling, but for me wrestling was a last resort that through my work in JET has now become my life. I know I’m a joke, a failure, and an underachiever to many, but after finding my own path in JET, I’m ready to crush all those notions. The same way I was once the Golden Queen of the pop industry in Japan, I will rise back up to that same level of super stardom. Week after week I will chip away at my faults until I become perfection incarnate, to the point where even someone like Emmanuelle with all the hype, glory, and expectations will grovel at my feet. JET was the beginning, Atlantis is the launching pad, and in Season 4 of OWA, Odyssey is the stage upon which the name NAMI will become legendary.

Cori Simmons: Wow... I never thought you had this much conviction. I’m honestly kind of moved --

(NAMI gets up and starts walking away.)

Cori Simmons: Wait I have a few more questions --

Oni Ushi: NAMI has gone for her nap. Kindly leave the premises.

(Oni Ushi scoots Cori Simmons and the cameraperson to outside the apartment, closing the door shut and locking it. Cori Simmons looks flabbergasted with a twisted smile on her face.)

Cori Simmons: A six hour flight for a ten minute interview... MAN FUCK THIS BITCH NAMI I’M GOING TO KILL HER -- 

(The feed abruptly cuts off as the cameraperson tries to pull Cori Simmons back from kicking NAMI’s door down.)

KINGDOM I: THE RETURN OF THE FATHER

Hate. Hate is consuming my soul as I see Darkane run around with a title that he stole from me while I was having the reign of a lifetime. What have I done to ease the painful reality that my crown has been taken? I’ve punched walls, laid in my bed for days, and yelled for hours at a time...but nothing eased my pain. I was chosen by the divine but at Final Destination, The Awakening and I were forgotten as we plunged into failure. What was I to do with this information? My mind was broken, my touch was numb and I felt such an emptiness that I’ve never felt in my entire life. Did I fail my divine calling or was this supposed to happen to make me ascend to greater places? My mind was a fallout zone, trying to figure everything out that went wrong and if I was responsible for it. I got on my knees and prayed like I never have before. I was in a prayer hibernation for weeks at a time; nobody heard from me until I awoke from my slumber. When I woke up, everything felt different. In my slumber, I meditated for wisdom; I wanted to understand my current standing in my ministry. I was able to understand. For the first time in a month, I felt like I could show my face to my disciples and dream of bigger heights. I returned to OWA with hope and a sense of confidence that nobody could ever break. Then Atlantis happened. I was torn away from my brothers by management and I felt frustration consume my entire being; what was I to do with such a big obstacle? Then the wisdom I had prayed for arrived. There was a revelation that came to mind: It was completely my fault because the odds were incredibly stacked against me on purpose. Aren Mstislav not only screwed me out of my title by putting me with some of the most violent men in this company but put my partners in a huge stakes match instead of having each one of them defend their titles independently. I am responsible for my failures; I was not at my best that night. The stress of performing at such a grand stage must’ve got to me, but my wisdom has shown me that I shouldn’t be sulking about what happened too much, but to focus on my path ahead. I left Eon with the enormous responsibility to continue my ministry in Olympus while I move to new pastures at Kingdom. Now you may be asking if I’m in the right headspace for such a match and I will say that I am. Since the revelations came to me, I’ve felt incredibly enlightened by the heavens above. I see the angels looking over me with love and respect, pushing me to destroy all the enemies in my path to normalcy. Without my brothers and my crown, it’s normal to feel lost and full of thoughts. However, the angels hold me and whisper in my ear that it’ll be okay and that I will find my destiny in Kingdom.

How will I find my destiny in Kingdom? I’m not sure quite yet, but I’m starting out my new chapter by facing Sin Khonsu, a man who I have never faced. Now I will say, this is going to be a huge difference from where I was at Olympus; I was at the top of the world, but I must start back at the bottom. This is how the management sees me, huh? Like a joke. Why am I not up facing the Havocs, Aratas, and Jeff X’s? I am one of Kingdom’s biggest acquisitions and I will ensure that every single person in management knows that by the end of this week. However, I will say that Noah Quinn’s opportunity is promising to see; he will be victorious and will hold the OWA Spartan Title, once again bringing gold back to The Awakening. However, I must focus again on my opponent who doesn’t seem very scary at all. I see that you also met a failure recently when you lost to Samuel Ogden on the last episode of Kingdom. How does that failure make you feel? How did the loss to Jacob Knight feel as well? All I see in your name is failure and disappointment; how can you continue this profession by disrespecting yourself time and time again? How will you survive if nobody views your talent and just lets you go to the unemployment sector? How will you be able to find the murderer that you’ve been looking for? I actually see a trend in your life; I’ve not seen major successes in your path. You continue to not try your best and somehow feel like you’re worthy of claiming revenge. That role should only stick to someone with honor and respect, not some joke of a man like you. If you truly cared about what you were doing, you’d put your life on the line to ensure that murderer was on the line; you shouldn’t be using this job to excuse your ridiculous goals. OWA should be full of winners, not losers like you, but for this week I suppose it will be acceptable. Your failure is going to be my canvas when I paint why you won’t be escaping failure again. You see Khonsu, I am not just some average Joe who you’ll get to have a competitive match with; I am a former world champion. Every person you’ve faced since getting to OWA has been on a lower level; they’re all absolutely talented, but they’re not me. Everyone saw how much I could endure in the competitive nature of the Olympus roster; I stood up to some of the most menacing goons that you could ever imagine and yet I still remain here today. You are facing one of the greatest world champions this company has ever seen; I could take on 5 of you all at once and I’d easily still come out victorious. How does it feel facing me, Khonsu? Are you afraid or are you eager to face me this weekend? I know I ask a lot of questions but you can’t blame me considering I can’t pick your brain. I do know that I can leave you full of doubt because you are empty in your life; your passion for your purpose has been extinguished and you don’t deserve mercy. I view you as lesser than me because you do not deserve the sweet mercy that I give to all of my followers. You are literal human garbage and I will dispose of you on my first week here. You don’t deserve to be on this brand and I will sanitize this earth of you.

My greater goal on Kingdom is to recreate it in my vision; this place has been contaminated by a war that’s torn everyone apart from one another. Instead of a happy ending and love, every relationship is hanging by the seams. There is a spirit of hate that passes me by when I go through that locker room and souls are crying out to be saved in my name! But they won’t be saved. You see, one of the revelations I had was that I was being too kind to all these undeserving souls. No one in this world is worthy of being around the divine because you all sin and sin again and again, knowing that you’re in the wrong. Instead of praying for forgiveness and repenting for your sins, you continue to bathe in your filth and expect me to save you? No, I’m not here for that crap anymore; I will choose who I save and the rest of the world will be sent to damnation. Every person who is worthy to be saved will be cleansed in holy water while everyone will be sanitized, just like Khonsu. It is me against everyone else; it’s the most crucial battle of this generation. Will we continue to see unnecessary violence and pain or will this world be awoken by me to create a brighter vision? My meditation has changed me and given me revelations that I can’t even understand at this moment in time. However, I know every single revelation indicates that Kingdom will be the place that I make clean. My grand reputation will be cemented and no critic of mine will have anything to say because every single one of them will comply with my will or face erasure. So here is my message to the Kingdom locker room: Will you accept my terms or foolishly resist my beautiful reconstruction of every face, body, and mind here? Make the wrong choice and you will regret it forever. For those who are listening to my reason, keep your ears open and you will come to me when the time is right. Remain patient. 

I will restore the crown. 

Williams, Arizona
Some Indy Wrestling Post-Show
Late Afternoon.





(Kevin Maverick is standing backstage with his hype team. While Yung Reyhan is looking through the curtain, Bhad Beti is straightening Kevin’s red, white, and blue Gucci suit. Lil Baljeet is seated nearby on his laptop.)

Bhad Beti: Aight, the main event is over. You’re just a special guest here to hype up the DFark Tournament and how you’re going to win it. You’ve been away for a while and though you have your supporters, you lost some fans this past year. We need to get them back and raise those social media followers, got it?

Kevin Maverick: (nods) How am I gonna sell this?

Bhad Beti: This is a very patriotic town, but surprisingly they’re a little liberal, which is surprising despite what Bad Benny said.

Lil Baljeet: Who’s Bad Benny?

Yung Reyhan: Some monkey I hired to run the Kevin maverick Discord channel. He’s from this state and thinks everyone’s racist. I kind of agree, but this town seems alright.

Bhad Beti: We need to win the hearts of the little people. So go out there and be your charming self.

Kevin Maverick: Right.

Announcer’s Voice: Ladies and gentlemen, give a warm Southwest Wrestling welcome to the one and only Drip Gawd himself...KEVIN! MAVERICK! 

(“A.I. With the Braids” by The Game plays as Kevin Maverick walks out to a cheering indie crowd. He waves at the fans and gives a couple of fist bumps along the way as he makes his way to the ring. He climbs into the ring and smiles at the crowd before starting.)

Kevin Maverick: I know it’s out-of-style patriotism to come out like this and deliver a promo in the center of this ring-like in the old days. Me in this Apollo Creed-like getup. Prancing around, doing a little shuck and jive for the crowd, but I wanted to get back into the spirit of things. The way I used to do when I was The American Falcon. But what can I say, despite my love for my time in Japan, I love where I come from!

Crowd: (chants) USA! USA! USA! USA!

Kevin Maverick: I won’t lie- I’ve had a rough year in rehab, training every day to get back into this ring. There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think about when I was at my lowest. To top it off, the country was losing its damn mind. People locking themselves in their homes, police on their usual bullshit, and every week someone getting canceled on Twitter. Not the mention the last year of Mr. Orange Face’s presidency! Man, 2020 was a freaking mess! And I had to sit idly by, watching it happen! Our country was divided - just like OWA was divided. The Ashes going to war with Frontline, Shin-SEKAI, and Wolveden! Then that Blacklist and Dynasty shit over on Olympus! And let me not get started with the shenanigans of Demo Corps. On Odyssey! It was like the world was falling apart both inside and outside this industry! But, alas, we can breathe easily. I might be a city boy, but I have a small-town heart. I care about the community I work in and it pleases me nothing more to see each and every one of you walk out each night with a smile on your face. It’s the American way - to be of service to others. To give back to the people. Now I’m proud to uphold that tradition - just like I’m proud to be an American.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Kevin Maverick: Jason Long-

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!

Kevin Maverick: An Irish man who once shared the Maverick name, a man who once served at the behest of Havoc and The Ashes of the Wake has overlooked #YaBoi on his second go around. He was so focused on everyone else that he failed to consider the biggest threat in this tournament - yours truly. He was busy catching up with his buddy Jacob Knight, reminiscing about their days being cucked by Sabertooth, when the world made a little more sense. This was before he was possessed I think...I don’t know, OWA was wild last season. A lot of transpired. I guess Jason is convinced that there’s a chance he and Jacob will meet in the finals, but unfortunately, that won’t happen. If his attention span is as bad as I think, then he’ll never see this loss coming. You see he has to get through me, the epitome of the American Dream before moving on to the finals. He’s all dressed up in his suit, preaching from his balcony like some kind of bigshot. The thing is homie, you have to actually accomplish something before acting like a bigshot. No offense to you bruh, but to underestimate #YaBoi is to spell disaster for yourself. He asked the OWA Universe, the good people of this country of this world if we believe in destiny? Destiny is nice, but a man who controls his fate is a man who makes his own destiny. I’m going to win this tournament because of hard work and dedication, just like the good people of Williams!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Kevin Maverick: Listen, I’m all for personal pride. We have a dude from Ireland, another from Wales, a cat from St. Louis, two peeps from Japan, and some bald-headed fool and only god knows where. Then we have Mr. Knight who’s from where I’m from - The Big Apple. I’m sure he and Noah Quinn would love to win this “Dark Tournament” for the red, white, and blue. But homie hasn’t said a peep and Noah’s letting everyone live in his head rent-free about him not being his own man. He whines and complains about people teasing him about being a follower - but yet the whole world watched him get the “Father’s Touch”. 

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOH!!

Kevin Maverick: He claimed to have “changed and evolved” but yet nobody sees it. You have to be the change you want to see, but it’s impossible to do that if all you’re doing is looking behind. Being a Television Champion doesn’t automatically make you a candidate for the Spartans title. I’m sure he thought his life would change after being Finn Wakefield, but he’s not the only one in this tournament to defeat a world champion. I took on Derelict and Scott Oasis myself. Before Allesasndro Devione put some weight on himself and became Wrestleworld American Dream Champion, I sonned him on the grandest stage of them all on the first Final Destination! Hell, Azumi has beaten your neighborhood PWN Champ Cloudy Matsuda on more than one occasion. And, she too is in the “I Beat Scotty” club. I will say one thing though - homie’s kind of right. Nobody won at Final Destination 3. Nobody except #YaBoi because I wasn’t even there. So you know what? I like my chances. I like the idea of overcoming a bunch of people who lost their momentum during the biggest show of the year. Part of me sympathizes with my colleagues. I lost big at Final Destination 2. I didn’t just lose a title, I was injured. I was so injured that doctors didn’t know whether or not I would be able to compete again! That’s why I’m so motivated to win the Dark Tournament! We take our gifts for granted, but one day all of it goes away. Either you fall from your peak or a permanent injury sends you crashing down from the heavens! 

Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES!

Kevin Maverick: Now Noah mentioned four newcomers. I did the math and was wondering if homie is including #YaBoi in that equation because I was here before his Mr. Clean-looking ass! Do I need to shine his head and use it as a crystal ball to show him what I was doing before anyone knew who the hell this man was!? I was here before Mr. Quinn and I’ll be here long after he’s gone later in the season. OWA’s kind of a revolving door ya know. You see people coming and going. Opportunities handed out left and right. This tournament is one of those opportunities. Sometimes you have to seize Destiny by the freakin neck and make her call you daddy in order to get what you want. There’s nothing wrong with that. There’s nothing wrong with picking yourself up by your bootstraps and doing the damn thing. But Mr. Quinn thinks the reflection of his shiny dome can show him a future where he wins this tournament and becomes Spartans Champion! Nah son, it’s not going to go down like that. Get that Rogaine-dependent madness out of here! 

(Kevin did a kicking gesture as he walked around the ring.)

Kevin Maverick: Azumi Goto wants to elevate the Spartans Championship to the level of the World Championship. That’s cute and all, but homegirl has to realize how hard of a road that’s going to be, right? Take a look at who held the World Championship: Jeff X, Havoc, Goose McQueen, Aria freaking Jaxon! Kenny muthaf’n Drake! Big Daddy Scott Oasis, and the one and only Finny Wakefield! No offense Zumi darling, but do you have what it takes to make that happen? Against names like that!? If I wasn’t in this tournament, I’d love to see you try. I’d be cheering your name from the rafters - hell I would be running the Gotofans account myself! But, the perfect world doesn’t exist, so we make do with what we got. The OWA Spartans Championship is a stepping stone to main event glory. There’s nothing wrong with that. There’s nothing wrong with being a future world champ, working your way up the ranks, or a recent champion who’s making their way down to hone their craft. That’s what Aria was doing when she was rounding out her Grand Slam..She wants me to take it easy? She should know more than anybody how hard it is to come back from injury and make a splash!? #YaBoi ain’t sitting on the sidelines for anybody! Even if they look good in a two-piece.

(Kevin winks at the camera as the audience laughs.)

Kevin Maverick: For real though, Azumi’s a standout talent just as much as she’s beautiful. She deserves to be on any roster she’s on. But, I’m not taking a backseat for anybody. The Dark Tournament is my personal showcase! It’s my gift to my fans who’ve been waiting on me to get back into the ring! This is my guarantee that not only am I back, but I’m here to stay! The struggle from the bottom...that’s the most American thing ever! Having nothing and making something out of it! As a man of color, that resonates with millions of people in this country! And starting from the bottom to now we’re here!? That’s something millions more -regardless of color can vibe with, ya feel me!?

Crowd: YES WE CAN!

Kevin Maverick: Good, because it’s about to get brazy soon! Heh, man if JoJo actually pulls it off and meets me in the finals. That’d be something, huh? I mean it sure as hell wouldn’t be quiet ass JD, a Brit pretending he’s L.A. through and through. Or Jacob “White” Knight who’s probably too busy simping for e-girls or whatever it is he does when Havoc ain’t whipping him.This is it, huh? These are the chosen for Scotty O’s Dark Tournament? Well, I guess I’ll have to use this event to make a point. When I go out there I can’t be “Greatest Showman” Kevin Maverick or “The American Falcon” despite being dressed in this fly ass All-American Gucci suit. I have to become the MILLENIUM FALCON! I HAVE TO GO BEYOND MY LIMITS! BEYOND ULTRA! I HAVE TO HAVE THE MOST ULTIMATE OF INSTINCT AND SHOW THESE BUSTAS WHO’S THE REAL SHOTTA ON KINGDOM! I know that kind of sounds like I’m capping right now but Alessandro Michele of Gucci himself made this suit using materials made right here in America! He also made #YaBoi’s new wrestling gear…


(Kevin pulls off his suit, revealing new drip-ass wrestling gear underneath. To say the crowd went nuts would be an understatement. Kevin climbed the nearest turnbuckle and did a little dance for the crowd, wiggling his hips as the instrumental Roddy Rich’s “The Box” started playing. The crowd started mimicking the squeaky beat to the iconic song.)


Crowd: EHH-ERR! EHH-ERR! EHH-ERR! EHH-ERR! EHH-ERR! EHH-ERR! EHH-ERR-

Kevin Maverick: PULLING OUT THE COUPE AT THE LOT! TOLD ‘EM FUCK 12! FUCK SWAT! BUSTIN OUT ALL THE BAILS OUT THE BOX! I JUST HIT A LICK WITH THE BOX! HAD A PUT THE STICK IN THE BOX, MMH! POUR UP THE WHOLE DAMN  SEAL-

Crowd: I’M A GET LAAAAAAAAAAAAAZY!

Kevin Maverick: I GOT MOJO DEALS-

Crowd: WE BEEN TRAPPIN’ LIKE THE 80’S!

Kevin Maverick: SHE SUCK A N----A SOOOOOOOOUL-

Crowd: GOT THE CASH APP!

Kevin Maverick: TOLD ‘EM TO WIPE A N----A NOOOOOOSE-

Crowd: SAY SLATT-SLATT!

Kevin Maverick: I WON’T NEVER SELL MY SOOOOOOOOOUL-

Crowd: AND I CAN BACK THAT!

Kevin Maverick: AND I REALLY WANNA KNOOOOOOOOOOOW-

Crowd: WHERE YOU AT, AT!

(As Kevin continued rapping, Yung Reyhan leaned towards his cousins backstage.)

Yung Reyhan: How the hell do these cacs in Bumblefuck, Arizona know anything about ‘The Box’!?

Bhad Beti: (adjust glasses) Bruh, hip-hop, and urban culture is the most monetized culture in America. The African-American experience IS the American experience. We just needed Kevin to get the red, white, and blue out there first to disarm the public and get them on his side.

Lil Baljeet: Well played, cuz.

Bhad Beti:

Lil Baljeet: Now what’s next?

Yung Reyhan: We wait for everyone else to react to this and we go on Joe Budden’s podcast to address-

Crowd: BITCH DON’T WEAR NO SHOES IN MY HOUSE!

Yung Reyhan: To address any clapbacks that get sent our way.

Bhad Beti: Budden? That should be fun.

Yung Reyhan: Oh it will be. We’re bringing Eve with us. After that, when we prepare for the next cycle, we’re going on another podcast...

Lil Baljeet: Whose?

(An evil grin comes across Reyhan’s face.)

Yung Reyhan: Kevin Samuels.

Baljeet/Beti: WHAT!?

(To be Continued…)

Overly aggressive Brit? Poor personal hygiene? Presents herself as a rough around the edges whore for the world to take a shit on to work through her issues? Damn, I know I’m influential in this business, but I figured I had another few years before the Natalie Cage knock-offs started coming through the woodwork. Listen here Beck, I know you’re a rookie with a win under her belt and that’s filling you with confidence but spare me the “uber badass chick” routine for one second while I unpack all this. So, you’ve done your homework, that’s cute. You know who I am, what I’ve done and where I’m at right now. And yet you continue to peddle out the same old same old. You’ve seen what happens to young’uns who walk in here and call me out, yeah? You’ve seen the consequences of calling me some washed up vet who’s on her way out? The only people here that got the better of me in the last year were stone cold killers. World champions. Wrestlers at the absolute top of their game. That’s just the way it goes, girl. Manchester United haven’t won a league championship in almost ten years but they’re still Manchester United. The Packers once went nearly two decades without winning the Superbowl and yet, their popularity endured. This industry works in cycles. I had my time as the top dog and now my place at the table is set. No matter what happens, I’ll always be Natalie Cage. To that I say…who THE FUCK is Rebecca Filth? You wanna speak on my name when you ain’t even got one. You wanna call me a hasbeen like you’ve done anything in this company besides beat some equally unknown newcomers.
 
The follies of youth, right? The hubris of a rookie who desperately wants to prove something to the world. Yet you don’t even know what the fuck kind of point you wanna make. There you are, cutting promos on people you’re not even getting in the ring with because you know they won’t touch you. What’s Aria ever done to you? She’s your new boss, fucko, so maybe keep her name out of your mouth and show some fucking respect. She just won the Grand Slam and I’m not talking about a gangbang like your worn-down self is accustomed to. Man, I bet your minge looks like a rotisserie chicken that got shot by a .50 cal.
 
You talk about how it makes no sense for Aria to step away and retire when she’s still young with so many years ahead of you and then in the same breath say my time’s up? I’ve been wrestling for less than THREE YEARS bitch. I’ve got a THIRD of Aria’s time on the clock and apparently, I’m some aging vet? Make up your mind, you cumdrunk Fleshlight. I’ve earned the right to brag about my accolades, egos are how you survive in wrestling. I did everything I did it as a rookie. What are you gonna do with your first year here besides be known as the girl who got her shit punched in by a real degenerate? The blood I’ve spilled in that ring, the pain I’ve endured and people wanna whip out the F word like it even means anything at this point. Calling me a fraud like none of my shit is real, like authenticity is something I’m incapable of. Every top star in the industry bigs me up as one of the best. Hell, Aria herself said I was the shit before we wrestled. Ask anyone in OWA who the baddest dog in the yard is and my name’s consistently in the conversation. Every time someone’s booked against me, they know they’re about to be put through the ringer. But you think you’ve got the answer, right? You’re trying, desperately, to convince yourself that you’re that silver bullet that’ll keep Natalie Cage down. That the secret formula’s been in your head this whole time. You know how many of your kind I’ve batted away and never heard from again? You know how many times I’ve had to sit here and listen to idiots like you act like they’re signing my death warrant? Am I pissed that I lost at Final Destination? No shit Sherlock, I’m not fucking retarded. Cloud pulled the same shit I did on Diantha at Boiling Point way back when and I’m just mad at myself for not seeing it coming.
 
But don’t kid yourself, I’m not looking at you as a vessel for vengeance. Beating you isn’t gonna get Viola her job back and it isn’t gonna make me feel better about losing. All beating you will do is reenforce what I already know: I’m still a bad bitch. Because the burden of proof isn’t on me. You’re the one with everything on the line here. You’re out here calling me washed but when I beat you…what does that make you? What kind of fiery upstart can’t beat the sad old woman who’s lost her touch? You ever heard of covering your bases? You’ve been watching my matches, yeah? You’ve been paying close attention? Well, what do you see? Do you see some broken down woman? I keep making the walk to the ring in big matches and putting on clinics. I’m sharing the ropes with the best this business has to offer and performing at a level so high above yours that it’d take ten minutes for my spit to land on your trashy face. This is such a huge deal for you. Your big Odyssey debut. This is your shot to show the world who you are against one of its top names and you’re gonna use the opportunity to shit on everyone from management to the locker room. The moment you walk out, you’re an enemy of everybody around you. It’s attitudes like that that got my brother beaten to clinical death by Kenny Drake. It’s that kind of hatred and negativity that united an entire army against Havoc at FD3. I learned a long time ago that all that “being a shitty person for attention” shtick is bollocks. I did everything I did because I’m good, the rest was just window dressing. That isn’t being a fraud, that’s being as real as it gets. I’ve made peace with the fact I can be a contentious little cunt and look where I am right now.
 
Every time I go out there, tens of thousands of people roar. They chant my name, buy my merch, they let me know how appreciated I am even after everything I’ve done. Management look upon me favourably and it ain’t because of politics, it’s because I make them money and they will forever be confident in my ability to make shitbags like you look halfway decent. I’m not even mad that Aria’s GM now. She’s been a friend for a long time, and I know she’s gonna put the good of the brand first. While you’re busy chatting shit about her retiring and running this brand, maybe you should actually do some fucking research. Aria’s one of the core investors in this company and was a primary force behind Odyssey even getting made. Without her pull backstage and her push to give the women their own show, we wouldn’t even be having this match. She laid the foundations for you to have a job here and so there wasn’t a conflict of interest, she stayed on Kingdom and let this brand grow into something great. She trusted people like me to fly the flag and now that she’s hanging up the boots, she’s here to run things in a more hands on manner. You gonna begrudge her that? You gonna be a whiny pissant like every other entitled brat in this industry? Spare me. You don’t know what the fuck you’re getting yourself in for, mate. Chat shit about me, please, I’ve had every insult there is thrown my way. You’re gonna beat me up? You’re gonna be the big man and hurt me bad? What was it DMX said…All I know is pain. Call me crazy, but I’m not particularly intimidated by bootleg Riley Reid talking about how much she’s gonna hurt me. I’m more concerned about what the fuck kind of illnesses I’m gonna catch from locking up with you, to be honest.
 
Stop concerning yourself with shit that has nothing to do with you and focus on the task at hand. My relationship’s been through worse than some corporate restructuring. Management will do their job, you do yours. You’re paid to wrestle, not think. Though I think if an original thought ever did enter your brain, you’d have a fucking aneurysm. I’m just waiting for a newbie to come at me with something fresh. I’m begging for new material but what the fuck am I supposed to do with this revolving door of women with the same lines pre-loaded like a fucking Twitter bot? This weekend, you’re gonna see just how “washed up” Natalie Cage is when she puts her fist through your stomach and rips out your goddamn spine.
 
Go suck a mountain of dicks.

[Representing The Blacklist on of the most recent pressers that OWA had them making rounds for and being forced to be interviewed by a Debra that was stealing the job from a white man, Jack Daniels was not enthused or impressed with the idea of sitting here listening to this woman yap on about things that didn’t matter. She talked about the revolution of the Odyssey women being taken seriously and established as main event players that are taking the world by storm, talking about other things relating to Odyssey, but what started to set him off was when she was trying to talk to him and convince him about changing his ways. Understanding the feminist agenda, stopping his misogynistic ways to be better person, what a bunch of bullshit that this woman was throwing out because she wanted these Debras to have the wrestling world in the palm of their hands. Women who have been bitching and complaining since the dawn of time that they’ve never been taken seriously, that they’ve always been shafted for someone else, that they always remain oppressed and put down by the white patriarchy that is taking everything away from them. The truth is that these women aren’t oppressed, these women aren’t being taken lightly because of their gender, but they are at the top of the mountain especially when you consider the professional wrestling industry. Jack Daniels was getting pretty irritated with the way this Debra was speaking into his ear trying to push her own agenda, her voice similar to nails on a chalkboard scratching against it, to the point where he was about to erupt if he didn’t have something to drink. He looked over to one of the nearby interns to hand him a cup and as soon as he got it, he pulled out from a bag he had beside him a large bottle of Jack Daniels to pour into the cup. Just doing something to keep the edge off, something to make sure he didn’t explode on this woman to cause a worldwide controversy over him beating a Debra that deserved since the whole world had become soft, it brought more of that whining and complaining about day-drinking and how unprofessional it made him out to be. Even insulting him for being some dumb hick from The South and as this was going on, not even the brown liquid gold of Jack Daniels could save her from what was about to happen next. Jack Daniels grabbed the microphone from this Debra nobody that had been giving it to him about his morals and ethics before finally looked down upon her with a vile gaze upon his face.]

Jack Daniels: SHUT UP! My god, woman, shut the fuck up! I’ve been sitting here for the past thirty minutes listening to you whine and cry, bitch and moans, complain and drone on constantly about me and what I do. Talking about how I should be a better person and respect women, how I shouldn’t be letting misogyny be placed on a spotlight with these people in OWA, and that I should let these women have their spotlight to be the top of this business, but you know what? I don’t give a shit what you have to say! What? I don’t care about your opinion. What? I’m not listening to what you’re saying. What? I don’t give a damn! You wanna know why? Then, let me talk to you, Debra. You look around the entire wrestling industry right now and what do you see? What? Who do you see at the top of the card? What? Who do you see on the posters all the time? What? Who do you see getting that premier spotlight? What? Who do you see trying to get sympathy from their simps to make them feel like they matter to the world? Odyssey. Every fucking Debra on that brand is always whining and complaining about some man taking a spot that belongs to them, but the truth is that if it wasn’t for Debras like you that bitch and moan every five minutes to shove feminism down someone’s throat or a dumb simp that’s bought into the madness trying to petition that we see women wrestling in every main event for FPVs that we show out here, OWA would be a fucking bastion of pure wrestling excellence! I know you don’t believe me, cupcake, but let me put it to you like this. That Debra Jaxon has been one of the people who has been given the world in her entire hands, right? World championships, main event matches, Hall of Fame induction, everything that a wrestler could aspire to have in the world? What does she do? She vacates a title, she goes into a management role, and retires because she doesn’t want to be a wrestler anymore. That’s fine, do what you want to do, but all I hear from that Debra along with every single other one on that brand is about how we’re going to be the number one brand on OWA! How we’re going to show the world that women can be great too! How we’re going to make sure that not only men can be on top of the card! Bitch, please. If that Debra Jaxon wasn’t enough for you ladies to have your special little moment to be on top of the mountain, then nothing is going to sate you and that’s why I’m here and they’re too afraid to put someone like The Alabama Cottonmouth on Odyssey. That’s why The Top Cracker decided he didn’t want to be a part of some glorified feel good moment for these Debras from Odyssey or even siding alongside one because the truth is that whole entire match, the one that everyone wants to talk about me losing to, it was a bunch of bullshit propaganda for The Debra Agenda and everyone knows it!

Debra Interviewer: Yeah, bu--

Jack Daniels: Shut up, bitch! I ain’t done talking and the next time you want to interrupt me like that again, I’ll drop you on that stack of dimes you call a neck right here in front of everyone! So, sit down and listen for once instead of flapping those gums about your dumb opinions because you need everyone to hear how much a worthless piece of trash you are! You see what these Debras have done to me? Every single one whines and complains about what I do and how I carry myself and right behind them like a white knight, hoping to be another simp to rescue the damsel in distress, you got Devin Mitchell talking a big game for someone that lets these women step on him like a bitch. Doesn’t take a lot of thought to come up with what this simp had been spouting because look at him, he doesn’t have anything else in that hollow head of his. Trust me, when I’m stomping a mudhole in his face and walking it dry, it’ll sound like a woodpecker trying to get into the inside of a tree because he’s got nothing rattling up in there if he thinks I’m shook by those words. Losing to those three Debras was only what the record books want to show you because the simple fact of the matter is, I walked away from that bullshit match that I should have never been involved with. I’m not going to team with a Debra, I’m not going to fight alongside one and a dumb simp on top of that, I’m here to do everything my way. What’s my way, you may wanna ask? That’s taking on every Debra that thinks she can stand in the ring and give her a reason to cry oppression when I oppress her by making her lie on the canvas looking up at the lights because I beat her ass in front of the entire world. Devin is thinking with that liberal agenda that has been pumped into him, letting the lifestyle of a simp corrupt him from being able to represent this industry like a real man, but when he loses at Olympus he’ll be forced to recognize the truth. The reason men are finally waking up from this simp dream they’ve been living and cheering me on is because they’re tired of letting trashy Debras like this bitch interviewer here run all of them, tell them about how men need to die or how white men are a cancer to this society that need to be strung up through the streets, or that we don’t need to have success in our lives because we took that away from Debras and now they deserve the right to take that away from us! NUH-UH! We’re going to fight for what belongs to us, we’re going to scratch and claw for everything that we have earned. I’m going to do everything in my power to cleanse this business of The Debra Agenda that has been floating around here, beating those simps that decide to stand in my path like Devin Mitchell or Ramesses, and make sure these bullshits ideals are ousted and replaced with what we should be working towards. This shouldn’t be simply a place ruled by feminism, but OWA should be a meritocracy and right now, it’s not even close to reaching those heights.

[Jack Daniels takes another shot of his liquor and sets it down, seething and taking a deep breath to reduce his stress, before he looks straight at the Debra interviewer in front of him.]

Jack Daniels: You can look at Jack Daniels and you can think whatever you want. You can think that I’m a class act or you can think that I’m the biggest jackass that you’ve ever met, but the bottom line is that I’m not changing for nobody! You put me in that ring and it doesn’t matter if you’ve got me against a good guy that the people adore the ground they walk on and they want to boo the hell out of me or if you’ve got me against a bad guy that everyone despises and they want to cheer me for dropping him on that stack of dimes he calls a neck, it doesn’t make a damn to me because I’m not beholden to what these people think! I am The King of The South and all I set out to do when that bell rings on Olympus when those two simps stand against me is WHIP SOMEBODY’S ASS! YOU DON’T HAVE TO LIKE HOW I DO IT, BUT KNOW THAT I’M GOING TO GET THE DAMN JOB DONE! If Devin Mitchell was here and stopped his simp crying for these Debras, I wouldn’t wait for Olympus to whoop his ass. I’d tell him to quit crying, put himself on a clean pair of those panties since he wants to be a little bitch, and step the fuck up because I’d beat the hell out of him! It doesn’t matter though if he walked through that door now, if he was outside in the street, or if I have to wait until Olympus to get that big piece of trash standing across the ring from me, because when it’s all said and done there’s only one thing that he’ll get. Devin, I’m going to take this size 11 boot of mine, make sure I have you right where I want you, turn that sumbitch sideways AND STICK IT STRAIGHT UP YOUR SIMP ASS! That’s what’s going to happen to you, to Ramesses, to those Debras, to the simps, to every single person who hopes to stand in my way of success AND THAT’S THE LAST CALL, BECAUSE JACK… DANIELS… SAID SO!

[Jack Daniels shoves the radio mic away from him as he takes one final swig of his Jack Daniels bottle, walking away while the Debra interviewer complains like she always does, as the feed cuts to black.]

(The scene opens down in a boiler room as we see "The Fem Phenom" Nakita DuBov doing pull ups up on a large metal bar high above. The sweat glistening off her large muscular physically imposing tattooed frame and the limited light shining just enough to show only her. Off in the distance on a nearby blue tooth portable speaker system is playing "Back to Life, Back to Reality" by Soul II Soul. She is wearing a custom made t-shirt that reads of the following "I Don't Fuck With, I just FUCK UP". After a few moments, she hops down and turns around to face the camera, her green eyes burn with intensity as "The Green-Eyed Devil" stares with focus. She walks over and turns down the music as she begins to speak.)


Nakita DuBov: "I get it, I really do. I know that I had entered into the OWA and made my presence known late at the end of season three. It's kind of hard to do anything within just a few short months of season three. I get it, and when Final Destination 3 rolled around. Foolish me, Foolish me was expecting The so-called BOB Games were going to be a true exercise in pro wrestling excellence and thought that it was going to be me outlasting and being the last one standing in a bru'haha clusterfuck of a match, and instead it turned into a prime time reality show competition, but that's alright sometimes you've just got to play ball and roll with the punches. Hey, anything to accept that Final Destination payday and to which I more than did. I more than did and I will say that I am more than grateful, but I wanted more. I wanted so much more. I deserved more than to be on that person on a reality show cinematic competition, but that's alright because we do fall before we can truly fly. I am athlete. Sometimes we do lose before we can win, but I believe in me and I believe that I am a winner and I am going to utterly dominate and rip apart every little girl that walks across my path. But with Final Destination 3 in the books and season three past, dead and buried, and now I can look forward and onward toward season four and what will the OWA do for Nakita DuBov now. Now I walk into Atlantis and into something so much more of sheer simplicity and that is stepping into the ring against three other young upstarts and rising star hopefuls and doing what I do best. I am going to outlast, out wrestling, out muscle, and tear three little girls apart limb from limb. One thing that opened my eyes about last season is that I realize that I am that one woman that shortens pro wrestler careers, not match types. I can take valuable years, the best years off of their careers and it all starts with Emmanuelle, Azurine Vebbins, and Nami on Atlantis, and you know that it doesn't matter if I am starting out a show or closing it out in the main event, I am do anything and everything that I can and will to absolutely steal the show. They won't be able to talk about what the champion did or didn't do or who did what in whatever highlight reel because Nakita DuBov will have eclipsed them all and they don't stand a chance against me. I am the biggest, strongest, fastest, all around, most versatile athlete that has ever set foot in the OWA and even though my record or my accolades don't show it all yet. I am a very, very patient bitch and there will be a time when nobody will be allowed to deny that this big ass mother, helping, humping, fucking, bitch on the planet is the baddest of them all. When it's all said and done. They won't be able to talk about Aria Jaxon anymore because the shadow of Nakita DuBov will have darkened the sky of the entire landscape of the OWA from henceforth and forevermore. Just you watch."


"But first, lets talk about Emmanuelle and get her off my chest. I will start by saying this. I'm not just going into this match ready to fuck with you. Read the t-shirt bitch. I'm gonna straight up, fuck you up. I will give you that. You are a pretty little thing, but one thing that I love to do is mangle up and mess up pretty little faces. You step into that ring with me Emmanuelle, you enter at your own risk. You will bleed...the hard way. No blood packets or blade jobs needed whatsoever. You will bleed. When I'm done with you, you're fucked up pretty face will serve as a cautionary tale to children watching all around the world that 'kids should not nor ever try this at home'. What I do to you in this match Emmanuelle will make the entire crowd, every woman back in the back on Odyssey, and every single soul in the OWA past and present and future collectively go 'HOLY SHIT' and 'who is this woman?' and 'why is she just showing up right now?' To which I will answer to both you and everyone at the post press conference, 'the next big bad ass mother fucker' waits for the best and most maximized moment to strike. You know, I get it, you are not surprised, but your opinion, is much like the asshole on my elbow, and that is utterly useless, and come Atlantis this Green-Eyed Devil is going to straight up convince you all what you've been dying to see. I am the Fem Phenom and I am here in season four to stay and eclipse you all."


"And then, there is Azurine Vebbins, the Adorkable Angel herself. She's so precious, I just want to pinch her cheeks right off of her head. Azzy, you came in roughly the same time I did. You probably didn't care so much for your place in the Bob Games either and probably feel like you are capable of so much more. You showcased what you could do against me the week before that on the Odyssey and I will give you that, but now you are going on three on one against me and I am going to take that adorkable angelic face of yours and plum outright cave it in. Now are you sure that you still want to come face to face and go one on one with Nakita DuBov? I'm not a nice person Azzy. I never have been and what I do in this match to the likes of the three of you isn't going to be pretty. I really do think that you should listen to that still small voice in your head that is telling you to not set foot in the ring against me and nobody would think any less of you, especially least of all me. You have some respect but if you go through this match. You sign your name on the dotted line in blood that you are entering at your own risk and you are going to get hurt. I hate that it has to be you but I did warn you and if you cross those ropes and that bell ring you will have only yourself to blame for the pain that I inflict unleash upon you. So choose carefully Azzy, choose very carefully."


"And last but certainly not least, there is the Golden Queen, there's lil NAMI. You and I have never had the pleasure of facing each other in the ring before and when you look down at the bloodied and battered and broken bodies of Vebbins and Emmanuelle laying down on the canvas as I unleash living hell incarnated special torture upon them, you will be faced with a personal choice, to either join in and suffer the same fate as these two half-wit fools or listen to that famed song lyric and say 'fuck this shit, I'm out'. Which one will you be, the smart one or another body to be added onto the pile of my highlight reel to every single member of the OWA locker room? You have a choice. I look forward to getting into the ring with you, and looking even more forward to tearing you half and turning you into a sock puppet. So good luck with trying to stop me, but you won't succeed. You will fail. You can't win."


"The Green-eyed Devil takes her rightful place at the top of the mountain in season four. Kevin close me out."



(Nakita's manager Kevin Edward LeBrock quietly appears from the shadows with a devilish grin on his face.)

LeBrock: "More than a prediction, more than a proclaimation, more than just fact, way beyond a spoiler, with Nakita DuBov, it just is."

(The scene fades out.)

Entering the New Era of Odyssey
Odyssey Season 4 #2

OWA Network Exclusive interview - Ashley Walker meeting with Inaugural Lethal Sparks Champion Devi Krysis and her associate Damian Evan McArthur!

Ashley: Hello OWA Universe, Ashley Walker here has the new season of OWA is already underway the goddesses of Odyssey is about to make a statement for the new season, speaking of making a statement i'm here with the Inaugural Lethal Sparks Champion Devi Krysis and her associate Damian Evan McArthur!

Devi: Thank you for having us!

Damian: Yes, thank you and I say Ashley you look amazing!

Ashley: Aww, Thank you Mr. McArthur.

Damian: Please just called me Damian.

Devi: *Ahem*

Ashley: Sorry about that, anyway Devi you made your LAW Debut couple weeks back when OWA still on hiatus. You made history in the biggest event in LAW, Lethal Hearts 3! How are you feeling that You're holding your first championship?

Devi: I told everyone that it was surreal winning the Sparks Cup Battle Royal and become the Inaugural Lethal Sparks Champion! I got congratulations from people mostly Stark, Sav, my friend Azzy, and even the 2-time OWA Champion Jeff X. Thank you all! And mostly importantly thank you Madam Vega and Monica Vaughn over at LAW for giving me this belt.

Ashley: Well now you're the Inaugural Lethal Sparks Champion, What could LAW fans expect for Devi Krysis?

Devi: Well Ashley you can expect many great things for Devi in LAW, since I became the Lethal Sparks Champion, I'll make sure that i'll be a fighting champion, not only that i'll make the late great Brody Sparks proud because this championship represent her legacy and come to Lethal Takeover 2 on the 15th, Champion vs Champion match I'm facing the JET Academy Champion the woman that beat NAMI for that belt, Sora Todoh! And more importantly I have a goal. A goal that involves the Lethal Angels Championship!

Ashley: That's a huge goal to climb, knowing that Sweet Roxy she'll love to challenge you for the belt. But now let's talk about the New Era of Odyssey has Aria Jaxon is the new GM of the brand now that Viola DeMarco gone.

Devi: Yeah it's saddened that Viola is gone after that stipulation that skank Samantha Garza put, and thank god Scott Oasis didn't put her has the GM, because I don't want to deal with this bitch. And I like I said I don't blame Natalie Cage losing to Matsuda, as far as Aria Jaxon i'm happy that she's the new boss lady of Odyssey, and trust me she got a big shoes to fill.

Ashley: Excellent, and now let's talk about your upcoming match against Audrey S. Atlas on the season premiere of Odyssey, could be the match let's just say...a warm up for your match against Sora Todoh at Lethal Takeover 2?

Damian: A warmup? No dear, I called it a active study, you see Devi study some tapes of Sora Todoh after she signed with LAW. Trust me Devi is gonna need every training and every wits against her and against the sleepyhead Audrey.

Devi: I love Audrey since she came to this company, hell she put a hella classic against Rebecca Brookes and pretty sure that me and her can put on a awesome match in the new season of Odyssey. Let just hope she doesn't sleep on it, because wolves never sleep, NEVER! So good luck Audrey against me, cause you might need it and a 5 hr energy too. And remember the wolf is always at your door! Thank you for this interview Ashley.

Ashley: My pleasure, thank you guys for coming, make sure guys watch the new season of Odyssey has LAW Lethal Sparks Champion Devi Krysis goes one on one against Audrey S. Atlas! I'm Ashley Walker signing out.

*Screen fades black*

The Black Sun is raising….The Black Sun is happening….The Black Sun is kicking….

It's no secret that we have taken SSW by the storm and now we're going to do so to OWA because this is our time. Arata Asakura, our leader has been demonstrating what we're capable of ....now we're about to take this to the next level.

As Jack Daito said, both of us trained in the same dojo. We've known each-others for years and we know what we can do and what we know that we can do. We know what's worth and we know we're going to do it in OWA.

Taken OWA by the storm? It's just part of the plan. We're about to break-in bodies and souls.

We won't hesitate to burn some Motherfuckers to the ground if that's what it takes.

OWA…..SSW….. actually doesn't matter. The world is bigger than just these two promotions.

The Black Sun is all about the bigger picture. We're seeing the corruption, the greed, the anger, hell, even the deaths in the business that we grew up with.

When Jack Daito and I trained in the Dojo, we pretty much learned how to fight and how to wrestle. We sacrifice our bloods, swears, and tears to be the best wrestlers we possibly can one day.

Somehow, the SSW Dojo was closed when SSW decided to not continue running their promotion. We thought our world was broken, battered, and shattered.

Some of us tried different dojos. Some of us tried to move on from wrestling in general, but in the end, we decided to train together once again. Everyone. Every single of the young lions.

Eventually, the suits wanted to reopen SSW which was good news. Jack Daito and I are among the best SSW Dojo graduates. We're not your typical "Local Karate Instructors", we're your unusual walking and talking nightmares.

Personally, I'm the first ever SSW Rising Sun Champion. I AM already the epitome of the Rising Sun, just like Jack Daito is. Just like Arata Asakura is. Just like everyone in The Black Sun are.

We know what we can do and for every single soul that we have sent to heaven, there will always be more asses beating on the ground.

We see familiar faces and we see Solomon Caine and Kenneth Ishikari. Two guys that actually already know each-others in SSW and apparently for whatever reason they aren't affiliated there but for some reason, they are suddenly best friends.

See? I would give praise to them both due to how actually decent they are, but they have only met in their adult life. They barely have worked together for 2 months and they are still trying to find their voices as a unit.

You might have The Golden Voice, Kenneth Ishikari, but have you actually found the real voice of your own partners? You are a stable and a tag team whore. You have met countless people and been their partners, friends, lovers, whatever but have you actually found success as a Tag Team wrestler? Have you found your voice where you stand as a Faction member? What is your purpose for joining so many stables, including Shin-Sekai? I do find you as an amusing individual but I'm sure there is something bigger behind that comedy act. Maybe you're plotting something dangerous. Maybe you're actually a snake on the grass. Maybe your true colours haven't been revealed yet. I did give you a bit of credit that you're actually decent. You're actually Ruthless but can you really stand against The Black Sun? Jack Daito is so Lethal. He'll give you a rude awakening while I can turn you into the real Golden Voice when you begin screaming after I break your arms.

Speaking of dangerous, Solomon Caine has that reputation for years and rightfully so. Lacks of accolades and championships for sure, but you are at least having one right now. I do wonder though, how does it feel to be a veteran while following orders from people that are actually younger and better than you are, Caine? You got the brawn, I admit that, but are you actually acting as a follower because you got no brain to be a leader? You can't say this insult back to me or Jack Daito because experience wise, Arata Asakura has an edge over us. I would not be speaking to you like this if Moongoose McQueen was still your leader but now you let….some Jonouchi something guy to be your leader? An unknown guy? You can say "I don't care" but it still stands if you say "you don't care" it's either A). you definitely don't have a brain or B). Your reputation isn't as intimidating as it seems to be. I get it. You beat Michael Bishop and Carlos Rosso. But doesn't mean Jack Daito and I can't beat you and Kenneth Ishikari. We both are younger than you and we'll beat you both into a bloody pulp.

You guys are friends. You definitely can co-exists but the chemistry aren't there yet. Far from it. Kenneth is still struggling to balance the comedic and ruthless act. Solomon Caine is having a hard time to balance Ishikari's attitude.

How sweet and how innocent you both are. Try to figure out the right things together. But the problem is, you both are going to have a hard time to figure out The Black Sun as well. Double job for you but easy money for us. You'll learn and understand what both Jack Daito and I are talking about. We're going to kick those skulls of yours to make you both understand, what kind of world we're living in.

Once again, I'm willing to say that you both know one or two things about kicking assess, but you'll realized it that how small your bubles really are.

The Black Sun is really coming and The Black Sun is the epitome of two sides of the world. Either you see us as the shines that brights the lights or you see us as the darkness that doesn't even give you a chance for your shadows to be seen.

Harlem, NY
Kevin Maverick’s Residence


(It was just another night at Kevin Maverick’s condo residence. K.M.’s hype team - three South Asian cousins - were sitting around in his living room, tending to their own business. Yung Reyhan - Kevin’s business and PR manager - was checking his phone in the kitchen. Lil Baljeet - his accountant - was sitting on the couch with his laptop. Sitting next to him was Bhad Beti - his social media manager - who was playing Smash Bros. Ultimate. The Drip Gawd himself walked through the door, dressed like a superstar as always with a bag of Indonesian food in his hands. Taking off his shades, Maverick walked over to the kitchen and placed the food on the counter. It’s been over a year since the former OWA Cruiserweight and Openweight Champion seen action in the ring and he wanted to be ready for the inevitable.)

Kevin Maverick: Aight, I got dinner ya’ll. What’s good?

Yung Reyhan: What’s good is that you haven’t put out a promo video for this damn Dark Tournament! How are you gonna gain some traction if you’re not letting The Streets know what you’re up to!?

Kevin Maverick: Wait. You know how hard I’ve been training for this, right!? Hell, I just came back from the dojo-

Yung Reyhan: And? Does The Streets know this!? Listen, you rehired me to help you get your career back on track. Winning in the ring doesn’t guarantee that you’ll win the hearts of the people like you did before. The People were on your side when you put your foot on that hobo Derelict’s neck and when you sent Allesandro Devione running back to daddy. Those days came and gone, baby. Now it’s time for you to do what needs to be done and come out on the other side of this as the Spartan Champion. You need to channel your inner Yusuke Uremeshi, homie. Baljeet, what does K.M. stand to make if he wins this tournament!?

(Lil Baljeet leans forward, squinting at the computer.)

Lil Baljeet: He could quite possibly double his merchandise sales, maybe even triple it! The latter is if we get more people to tune in because of him.

Yung Reyhan: And we do that by showing The People that you’re ready to lead them again. Not even Beta Yaga can keep the Drip Gawd down! Hey Bhad Beti! We need you to get everyone hyped on the socials!

Bhad Beti: BRUH! I’M ON THE GAME!

Yung Reyhan: So? And? Hurry up with that Squirtle of yours and bust homie’s ass so you can get to work! As for you Kev, you gotta start sending shots to your opponents. You have that Kai D. Oh dude to worry about followed by whoever wins out of Noah and the fake Maverick. Remember fam- you’re the original! You’re the classic! You’re the OG MAVERICK! You-

Bhad Beti: DAMN IT! THIS CAC-ASS CAPTAIN FALCON ONE SHOTTED ME!

(Bhad Beti tosses her Switch Pro Controller aside and grabs her phone. Kevin sighs and starts taking the good out the bag.)

Kevin Maverick: I’m very much prepared for this tournament. To be honest, I’ll be in my element. It reminds me of my days during the Super Junior Grand Prix events that Revolution Arts Wrestling used to do. So in some ways it’s like I’m going back to basics.

Yung Reyhan: I feel ya fam. A win with this belt means you’re halfway towards that grand slam! 

Kevin Maverick: Yeah man. It’s not going to be an easy path, but just because I got injured doesn’t mean I have to walk around being afraid, ya know?

Lil Baljeet: Well we’re behind you a hundred percent, Kev.

(Reyhan and Beti nod as she stands before Kevin with her phone.)

Bhad Beti: Aight Kev, start spitting that poetry!

(Beti turned her phone to Kevin so he could begin speaking. The American Falcon paced around the room as Yung Reyhan and Lil Baljeet moved away from view. The Drip Gawd put on his shades and grinned towards the camera.)

Kevin Maverick: What it do, OWA Universe!? It’s #YaBoi, K.M. back in full effect! Now I know I’ve been gone for awhile and the landscape has changed significantly since I’ve been gone. Hell, I even changed my look a little bit. Tearing an ACL is no joke and I needed months of rehabilitation. Now I actually was cleared to return around the time of The Clash but I decided to wait. Why? Because I wanted to see where OWA was going. I wanted to see how things played out on the flagship show. Shoutout to Jeff X for holding things down, ya know? Things seemed to be getting a little crazy over there. Now I’ve always been a try and true member of Olympus, but I felt that a new look caused a new direction. And boy did I show up at the right time. Here we are with The Dark Tournament, a spectacle to decide who will follow behind the legacy of Aria Jaxon. Those are some mighty shoes to fill, but I think I can fit them quite nicely, heels and all. As The Queen of OWA moves on to oversee Odyssey, it’s time I made a play for myself. Unfortunately I can’t get revenge against Baba Yaga, but a true player knows when to move forward, ya feel me? I know it doesn’t sound like me to wait this long to talk about a match, but I wanted to get in the right headspace. They say the hardest day to come back from an injury is the first, so a clear head means I have a clear road ahead to victory. Now me and seven other people are going to walk into Atlantis and come out on the other side of the Kingdom. At the end there can only be one so you can best believe that it’s going to be the man who turned the OWA Cruiserweight Championship into the Openweight, which technically makes me a two-time Openweight Champion. 

(Kevin strolls past his couch.)

Kevin Maverick: I’m no stranger to belts and tournaments, and neither are some of my fellow competitors. There’s Azumi Goto, the 2015 RISE GP winner and 2013 RISE Together GP co-champion, so she’s no stranger to these situations. She’s a two-time world champion and the current SSW Heritage Champion! Not to mention her collection of tag belts. Azumi knows what it means to be a winner. She’s someone I would like to face in the finals, though I’ll still come out on top. No offense to her but there’s a deciding factor in all of this. While she’s known as the Giant Slayer, I’m the one who actually defeated the giant she claims she slain. I’m the one who took the belt from Derelict to get my second Openweight title reign. She might be a Queen of Wrestling, but I’m King of the Skies. She does have a challenge in the form of JD Damon though. Just his luck, huh? A Queen of Wrestling took his title and now he has to fight another one to get it back. I’d be high key annoyed if that was me. Lucky for him, Cloud ain’t in this tournament. Hell, considering her penchant for nabbing belts I'm quite surprised that she isn’t. Either way, beating Azumi won’t be easy and she’s already ahead of the curve with the stuff she has to say so there’s that.
 
(Kevin pours himself some rum and takes a sip. He makes a face as he considers the taste of the drink.)

Kevin Maverick: Salud. So, we have my opponent in Kai D. Oh. I’ll admit - I don’t know much about this guy other than that he probably killed the Great Omegaman by throwing him off a boat over in Wrestleworld? Like the guy was the spirit of this great company and Scott Oasis just let some brute do that to our mascot!? Really? Really!? I guess it’s up to me to avenge The Great Omegaman and do what I must ensure the legacy of this company. That’s what it’s all about, you know? Representation. Before OWA I was a ride or die RAW Junior Heavyweight. Now I’m back in the Land of the Alphas while just signing a contract with SSW. I may or may not have my eyes on Wrestleworld, but I have unfinished business here. My focus is inheriting Aria’s will by becoming the Spartans Champion. I don't care how big my first opponent is or how many pirates he has at his disposal, I’ll send homie’s ass back to the Grand Line. He fancies himself as the World’s Strongest creature, but #YaBoi is about to rise like a Monster Hunter and go brazy all over Kai’s bald-headed ass. It seems that a whole host of characters emerged during my absence. I'm going to make it my mission to send these fools back to the looney bin where they belong. Hell, maybe Arkham Asylum will do some of these fools some good. But hey, I’m the Black Nightwing of the game so it matches up, right?

(Kevin chuckled as he poured himself another drink.)

Kevin Maverick: So after I defeat Kai D. Oh’s bald-headed ass and I’ll have the luxury of fighting either another bald adversary or the man formerly known as Maverick. People have been anticipating he shit I have to say to Mr. Jason Long, so I’ll save him for last. For now, let’s go over to Nate Fiora’s altar boy. The man who shocked the world by taking the Television Championship off Finnegan Wakefield. Mr. Quinn got his fifteen minutes with a  decent reign and thinks he’s going to win The Dark Tournament from that clout alone, but he has another thing coming. The Spartans Division doesn’t need followers. It needs a leader and just like how I redefined the Cruiserweight Division into the Openweight Division, I will set the tone for the Spartans Championship. Quinn may feel screwed out of his title reign, but he’s going to feel worse because if somehow he gets past Jason Long, he’s definitely not getting past me. Noah’s good, but he’s not on a new level like the way I am. I’ve had obstacle after obstacle thrown my way and I’ve always persevered no matter what obstacles came my way. I don’t need a stable to make things pop for me. I’m my own hype machine. A lot of people consider Noah to be a future top guy of the company, but some of us aren’t finished with our careers. I’m sure Azumi and JD want to continue to establish his legacy. Most of his career consisted of either feuding with or fighting alongside Kenny Drake. And now in a  world without Kenny, JD can establish his own identity. But unlike JD, I know who I am. After going twenty minutes with the living embodiment of Black girl magic, there’s a chance he could meet The Greatest Showman in the match of his life. Speaking of which…

(Kevin sighs as a smile comes across his face.)

Kevin Maverick: Jason. Freaking. Long. As much as I would like to fight Noah Quinn, there’s a part of me that wants to fight the man who once shared my name. The entire IWC is foaming from the mouth at the very thought of the two of us going at it in the squared circle. Now that you’re done being Havoc’s bitch, you can step out into the limelight and show people who the fuck you are. I’ve seen what you can do and there’s tons of potential there. It won’t be long before you’re draped in OWA gold, but before that you can guarantee that I’m going to get mine first. I had to sit out for a whole damn year watching everyone else get their shine. I won’t lie...It was a frustrating experience for me. Part of me wanted to come back as a villain and put my foot on as many necks as possible. But then I thought about all the Little Falcons around the world who were tweeting and emailing me their support. I didn’t want to let them down, you know? So here I am on my best behaviour...until that bell rings. So Jason my friend, I hope you put everything and I do mean EVERYTHING into beating Noah Quinn because we need to give the people what they want. K.M. vs J.L. in the semi-finals, baby. It’s what the streets need! The question you have to ask yourself is now that you’re past the Ashes, who are you? What do you want your legacy to be? Because my goal is to become the second OWA Grand Slam Champion. Or at least eventually reaching that point. I already held the Openweight belt. All I need is the Spartans, a world title, and a run with the tag belts. Maybe I’ll call on you to team with me, but for now I’m staking my claim. 

(Kevin cracked his knuckles as he walked around the room.)

Kevin Maverick: Last but not least we have Jacob Knight and Jōdan Jonouchi. I’m not going to lie - I don’t expect to see either of you in this tournament. JD and Azumi are just too talented. I’ve seen “Headstrong” Jacob Knight around. Here we have another guy who was Havoc’s bitch. This guy might feel like his chances are good, but you have a Celestial Goddess and the former Spartans Champ to consider. Also, there’s this Jodan character, who I’ve met before. I don’t know how many of you know this, but I used to run with Moongoose back in my Japan days. I didn’t mess with the yakuza or anything, but Goose always had some kind of scheme he wanted to pitch to me. One of these was rooming with Revy while they ran their operation out of our apartment. Jordan used to come by every now and then so it’ll be nice to catch up...after I become Spartans Champion. This game isn’t about who wants it the most but rather who is better equipped. Tournaments are like a marathon, and if you’re not used to them then be prepared to get left behind. 

(Kevin puts his hands in his pockets and pauses for a moment before continuing.)

Kevin Maverick: At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter who I meet in the semis and finals. You’re looking at your new OWA Spartans Champion. Holla at #YaBoi. We out.

(K.M. peaces out as the camera fades.)