The camera opens up outside a decrepit, boarded-up old farm house. The night sky flashes bright with lightning, as a heavy rain pours down onto the house and muddy ground. The front door swings open on its hinges, swaying with the strong winds, never staying in a single position. The inside of the house is pure darkness, but as the camera enters the doorframe, a single candle on the wall lights up, barely showing a broken staircase leading to the cellar. The camera continues down the staircase, into the dark cellar, where two solitary figures are standing, their backs to the camera, facing a dirty concrete wall covered with dirt and dried blood stains. As the camera draws closer, the two figures immediately turn around, revealing themselves to be an older Japanese couple. Their eyes are solid white, blood trickles out of their mouths, and their heads are shaking so much that it’s causing their bodies to slightly vibrate. The figures then open their mouths to let out a primal scream, causing everything to be covered in total darkness again, before The Banshee’s face appears in the darkness, which is slowly illuminating back up thanks to two candles that lit up right as The Banshee appeared. The two figures are still standing on both sides of The Banshee, their mouths open, their bodies frozen in time. The Banshee looks at them, cracks a smile, then looks directly to the camera.
 
“Hello Hana… tell me, how long has it been since you spoke to your parents? Don’t tell me you didn’t recognize them… just like they never recognized you for what you are… a young, naïve, and stupid little girl that doesn’t belong to any dance crews, modeling agencies, and ESPECIALLY wrestling rings! Yes, you’ve advanced to the finals of the 2021 Athena’s Cup Tournament… but this is where your Cinderella story ends for you… the clock has already struck midnight… you’re now a part of The Banshee’s Realm… as are… YOUR PARENTS! I did ask if you recognized them, so you shouldn’t be surprised to see them… I imagine both your reactions share the same emotions… extreme disappointment with each other, am I right? Well, why don’t we ask Mr. Nakajima-san what he thinks about his failure of a daughter?”
 
Specter of Mr. Nakajima: (ethereal voice) Haaaaannnaaaaabbbiii… you are the… image… of my greatest… failure in life…
 
Specter of Mrs. Nakajima: (ethereal voice) You were always… so ugly… so unintelligent… you were born… with advantages… but you… you never… had any… POTENTIAL… All you do… your only talent… is… FAILURE…
 
“Ouch, talk about some harsh words… so you think you can dance? Is that where it all started, you trying to get your Paula Abdul on? You’d get no argument from me on your DDR skills, but since you also claim to be such an amazing fighter… I’m gonna assume your dance moves are on par with a quadriplegic frozen in a glacier... because your recent run of good luck won’t mask how pathetic your past failures have been… but we have so much material to work with, and yet so little time, so what to choose here? Oh yeah… how about we discuss the Goddesses Championship? Going back to Civil War, there was six of us battling for that belt, which hung above the ring, begging to be claimed by whomever climbed the ladder successfully… it was there our paths first crossed… before even making it to the ring, all of you ladies attempted to gang up on The Banshee, which is a sound strategy, I suppose… stupid, but sound… it was then I greeted you with a nice little uppercut to that pretty jaw of yours, which must have made Havoc worry, right? You didn’t learn, though, even after I smashed an elbow to your face… You then wisely stayed away for a while, but then guess what happened when you lost your focus… The Banshee smashed your face into the mat with the Cry of the Banshee, which hit so hard that it sent your feeble corpse flying to the outside! Had it not been for Alyssa Grace and a well-timed chair shot, it would have been The Banshee… not that Californian Angel bitch… holding the belt in victory… But as I’ve stated before, the belt wasn’t really my goal at the time… my goal was to strip Alyssa of the title… so I attained my goal, but did you attain yours? What made you worthy of a shot at the title in the first place?”
 
Specters of Hana’s Parents: (ethereal voices) She’s not worthy… to hold… any titles…
 
“Don’t you see Hana? Even your own parents knew, from an early age… that you’re about as useful as an ashtray on a motorcycle… How fortunate are you? You managed to get SEVERAL opportunities to win the Goddesses Championship from your former BFF, Rebecca Brookes… and wow, she had your number at every turn, kicking your ass like you're some damn soccer ball… Yet you kept getting booked, in an ironic twist, for more title matches DESPITE losing every time! It was only AFTER Rebecca lost the title to Gwen Harper, in another match that YOU were booked in as well… when you finally beat her to advance in the Athena’s Cup, a victory after so many failures… do you think you’ll still receive those same second, third, fourth… hell, even ninth chances against The Banshee? No one… NO ONE… ever gets a SECOND chance against The Banshee, so don’t think all the strings you kept pulling to keep yourself in the Goddesses Title picture, despite choking time after time against your FAR-SUPERIOR former friend… that same friend whom, prior to Civil War, was DEFEATED by… Morrighan McDonnell, without any aid from me, so imagine how unafraid The Banshee is of you… and any fool can become a champion in a ladder match, but make no mistake… anything that I want, I will take for myself… and I want the Athena’s Cup… It’s obvious that Aria Jaxon isn’t going to give me any title shots, even though the entire world KNOWS that no one deserves one more than The Banshee… hell, I haven’t had a single one since last December at Civil War, but I lost count at how many opportunities that archaic bitch has given you!”
 
“It’s not often that The Banshee can speak to the OWA masses about the opportunity to fight an opponent that possesses high levels of intelligence, respect, and admiration… unfortunately, Hana Nakajima has NONE of those qualities, instead being nothing more than some young, clueless goblin groupie who’s too damn stupid to realize that she’s nothing more than some Odyssey eye candy... she was NEVER meant for the main event… But me… I AM THE MAIN EVENT! Just look at all my accomplishments, and let’s play the comparison game while we're at, shall we? For example, your match at Final Destination 3 clearly didn’t go the way you intended, whereas I feasted on the soul of the legendary Azumi Goto! Still not satisfied? Good, because I wasn’t satisfied about being left off the Game Over PPV, even right after I destroyed Diantha Rosso… yet another Odyssey pillar that is nothing more than a historic footmark, resting in rubble beneath my boots! But there is no rest for the wicked, and there is no one more wicked than The Banshee!”
 
The Banshee then snaps her fingers, which causes the specters meant to resemble Hana’s real parents to fade into darkness. At that moment, another single specter appears… this one resembling Arata Asakura, a former champion and current OWA superstar. Like the other specters, his eyes are completely white and cloudy, his head shaking abnormally fast, and he's showing no emotions on his face. The Banshee, still standing with a look of delight on her face, twists her head to the side as she looks menacingly into the camera.
 
“How is it to have someone like Asakura-san train you to become a wrestler? I wouldn’t know, because Morrighan never once, to her credit, did what you did: pester and plead some washed-up superstar to train her! While I’m certain it was your mouth that convinced Asakura-san to train you, it’s obvious that it wasn’t the words coming out of it that made the difference! Do you think Asakura-san condones your career of failure after failure? Have you done his legacy proud?”
 
Specter of Arata Asakura: (ethereal voice) Hana… you failed me… you embarrass me… your very existence… demeans the… Asakura name… You are nothing… you are a waste… your life means nothing… to me… or your parents… or even your lover… You should disappear… back into nothingness… if you truly… desire to… honor me…
 
“Now, the entire OWA universe knows how much of a stupid and selfish bitch you truly are, so The Banshee certainly doesn’t expect you to simply go quietly away in the night… Hell, you should take a trip to the forest, so you can visit all the trees that are tirelessly working to put oxygen inside you… you should apologize to the entire forest for their wasted efforts, because you’ve yet to prove that you’re NOT an idiot whenever you open that mouth of yours for something other than Chris Sabertooth’s micropenis! Hana, do you think that anyone even pays attention to the shit you say, because for weeks on end, all that came out of your mouth was excuse after excuse as to why Rebecca Brookes dominated you like a sex-starved top sharing a cage with an armless twink! And before you think that I opened up some supposed joke book your impotent boy-toy believes I found, let me make it very clear to you that I am NOT trying to insult you at all… I’m simply DESCRIBING you as is! Don’t be mad at me for just pointing out the factual details, but be mad at yourself for simply failing to live up to your perceived potential, which isn’t much to begin with.”
 
Specter of Arata Asakura: (ethereal voice) Loser… dud… flop… good-for-nothing… bum… thousands of words… to describe… you, Hana… but they… all mean… the same thing… DISAPPOINTMENT (echoing “disappointment,” throughout the building)!
 
“HAHAHAHAHA! Wow, your mentor certainly is a savage one, isn’t he? Even I found those words to be inherently cruel… maybe that explains why I’m slightly turned-on… there’s nothing hotter than inherent cruelty! But while sex is something that you clearly used to advance your career, it’s something that Morrighan never once depended on, and it’s especially something that doesn’t interest The Banshee at all! From being a non-factor in any title match you’ve ever been in, to constantly making Rebecca Brookes look like the second coming of Aria Jaxon, you’ve done nothing but fail while simultaneously embarrassing yourself, in addition to those around and associated with you… but it seems that the only woman you’re focused on these days is still Rebecca Brookes… It’s so fucking pathetic to see you still coming out, week after week, crying about how she betrayed you, broke your heart, blah blah blah… who really gives a good goddamn about it besides you anymore? You only advanced past Natalie Cage because not only is a old crazy cunt several years PAST her expiration date, but now she fucking thinks she’s some damn superhero or something… Well then, wait till they get a load of me… HAHAHAHA!!!”
 
Specter of Arata Asakura: (ethereal voice) No one likes you, Hana… all you do… is let us down… because… you’re a… worthless failure…
 
The specter that resembles Arata Asakura continues to repeat “worthless failure” slowly, over and over, while The Banshee fades into the dark background. Suddenly more specters appear, including the return of the Nakajimas, as well as specters that resemble both Christopher Sabertooth and his alter-ego Havoc, Rebecca Brookes, and some other notable faces from Hana’s past, at least in The Banshee’s twisted mind. As they all gain more form, The Banshee reemerges from the darkness, appearing almost twice in size compared to the group of specters present. The specters, in unison, all continue to chant “worthless failure,” while The Banshee laughs with sinister glee. The specters than stop chanting, as they all stare ahead into nothingness, their blank white eyes showing no emotion.
 
Specter of Rebecca Brookes: (ethereal voice) Hana… you betrayed me… you broke… my heart… we were… sisters forever…
 
Specter of Christopher Sabretooth: (ethereal voice) I needed your help… to beat The Banshee… we fucked up… because now she’s out… for revenge… on us both… but Hana… you’ll die first…
 
Specter of Havoc: (ethereal voice) North Carolina… burn that state… to the ground… just like… when my spirit… was burned into the void… You failed to… stop it… You failed… to prevent… my exorcism!
 
The specter that resembles Havoc suddenly shrieks out in pain as blue flames shoot out from the ground, engulfing the specter in flames as it fades into nothingness. The Banshee then lets out a loud, bloodcurdling shriek that rattles the entire farmhouse, causing the camera to reverse out of the basement, right as the stairway collapses into a heap of rubble and wood. The camera pans back outside the farmhouse, which appears to be slightly swaying now, the heavy rain and lightning still very much present. Another loud shriek from The Banshee blasts out from inside the house, causing the foundation to rock back and forth, violently shaking the entire farmhouse. The Banshee then strolls out the main door, slamming it shut behind her. The force from the slam causes the old farmhouse to finally crack and crumble, the upper floors collapsing onto the main floor, an explosion of wood and furniture, the darkness and heavy rain obscuring the ruined building as The Banshee steps closer into focus, still appearing to be nearly doubled in size.
 
“Hana Nakaji-, Nakajay-, well, “NAK-gonna-beat-The-Banshee,” you like to walk around with your little Castlevania cosplay bullwhip, giving yourself titles like the “Shogun Princess” or the “Lady in Red,” like those names are supposed to mean anything to anyone besides you, as if you’ve already accomplished so much here on Odyssey… The truth is far more brutal, because we all know that you have yet to accomplish anything! Hell, it took you how many turns to finally defeat Rebecca Brookes? And you think you have any semblance of a chance to defeat Odyssey’s Greatest Threat, a moniker that I’ve PROUDLY LIVED UP TO! But ironically, you’ve become my only threat to the Athena’s Cup… unlike Atlantis, Christopher Bucktooth won’t be able to assist you… in fact, NO ONE IS COMING TO HELP YOU! It’s time you finally prove that you can stand on your own two feet, without the shadow of Havoc looming over you! Some say that Karma is a bitch and usually takes too long to make a difference, but as you know… (The Banshee pulls out Karma, her sentient lead pipe, from behind her back), Karma and I are on the same wavelength… we both cannot wait to bash out your brain matter from your skull, if only to see if there really is anything inside… If I had a dollar for every time you’ve ever uttered anything even remotely smart… I’d be flat broke within minutes, because you say the stupidest shit ever uttered on OWA programming! You wanna shock the world? Hell, if you wanna shock me, that’s pretty easy: just say something intelligent for once!”
 
“They all continue to say that I’m nothing more than a freak, nothing but a painted clown… a sideshow attraction meant to supplant the weakness of this body’s main host, Morrighan McDonnell, who is NEVER COMING BACK! I’m much more than some haunted house enthusiast… I’m much more than any other wrestler on the roster… hell, I’M SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU CAN EVER HOPE TO BE! It’s a good thing this isn’t a battle of wits, because I’d almost feel bad destroying an unarmed opponent! Can you find the level needed to withstand my might!? After being shunned from the last PPV, there’s no way that The Banshee is taking this match lightly… I’ve studied you... watched every available tape of you out there, even some of the matches you had over in Wrestleworld… there’s no denying that you do possess talent, talent that is sorely mismanaged under the tutelage of your walking man-meatstick… but under my wing, you could accomplish so much more, without any kind of sexual relationship to boot… but you’re too much of a slut for KISS rejects, right? But as I said, you do have some potential underneath that exterior of yours… however, you still have MILES AND MILES to go before you even reach MEDIOCRITY!" 
 
"Welcome, Hana Nakajima… to your very own ghost story… but there’s more to fear than just the things that go bump in the night… you may simp over demons, but you have yet to cross paths with a real phantom born in hell… at Boiling Point, those paths will cross, and when they do… I will rightfully raise my prize, the Athena’s Cup, in one hand… while I hold up your pathetic corpse by your short hair with my other hand, you little "hot-head!" Beware… your Harbinger of Doom approaches… it’s already begun…”
 
The Banshee laughs as a giant bolt of lightning cracks the sky, lighting up the entire ruined farmhouse area before flashing to black. Another bolt of lightning hits a moment later, but The Banshee is no longer present, inside a single Gaelic tombstone stands in her place, with the text on it reading, “Here Lies… Hana Nakajima… Forever a Failure… To Her Mentor, Parents, and Lover… She died at the hands of The Banshee... a fool clearly out of her league.” The camera feed then ends.

SPIRITUAL WARFARE: Boiling Point #1



( the scene opens inside a dimly lit room where A small round table with a chair on either side sits in the center of the room. A fire can be heard opening, in step two individuals. The first is Mark Michaels an unsure look painting his face. The second is Sonja Adams guiding Mark with a hand on his back towards the table.)

Michaels: Sonja I’m not to sure about this. I’ve never been a religious man, nor have I ever been a superstitious one. 

Sonja:  Trust me Mark, you want to know what the future holds for you. Now take a seat and just relax. 

( with a sigh Mark obliges. Sonja takes the seat opposite of Mark. As she does she reaches into her purse and pulls out a deck of Tarot cards. She shuffles the cards several times before dealing out six cards.  The first car She flips over is the Hierophant.) 

Sonja: An Apostle. His message is both his gift and his curse, it will eventually drive him to madness and be his downfall. 

(the next card is the the devil.) 

Sonja: A demon, driven by the devil on his shoulder, his greed, lust, and need for recognition will be his undoing. 

(The next is the Ace of Swords.) 

Sonja: An ace. This one has left a trail of those he has vanquished in his wake. It makes him proud andarrogant. 

(The Knight of Cups is the next to be revealed.)

Sonja: A white Knight. He will fight, bravely, with every ounce of strength he can muster. His honor and valor are unmatched. 

( she flips another card, this time Death. )

Sonja: A grave worm. He feeds and thrives on death and destruction and ruination. He will be in his environment when you encounter him. 

( The last card is flipped over revealing the king of wands) 

Michaels: And above them all a king with his golden scepter in his hand and his rule over everything he saw.  Behold I saw a rider on a white horse and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.  

Michaels: Woah wait a minute, you’re beginning to sound like Eon Blue.

Sonja: Well maybe I’ve joined the Awakening?

(Sonja grins and flash a wink. They both begin to chuckle.)

Sonja: Mark you know you don’t need the cards to tell you you’re gonna win. You always seem to take everything that gets thrown your way head on, and In the times you have stumbled, you’ve managed to come back better than before. I really think this is your time, and everything you went through has prepared you for this. 

( Sonja sweeps up the cards and returns them to the deck.)

Sonja:  And right now I can tell you that if you wanted a word that would encapsulates that that it would be something along the lines of Champion.


Michaels: No poetic gypsy words?

Sonja: I figured I say it in plain English, I don’t have to hide my confidence in you. 

Michaels: Well if what you’re saying is true, then I may as well tell the people of Johannesburg, South Africa, get up On their feet and Hail to the king baby! But for real, I appreciate this pep talk. It means a lot going into this Thunderdome match.  You know, you mentioned something about the rider on a white horse. The Bible speaks about this rider and the other three horsemen as a representation of the wrath of god falling from heaven, and hell being unleashed upon the earth. It’s amusing to me because  if there ever was a time when I felt like such an event that would shake the foundations of the world were to happen, I’d say it feels like that time is now. That time is Boiling Point, in what is beginning to feel like a battle for the very soul of Olympus between myself, Ryo, Nobi, Darkane, Noah Reigner, and Eon Blue. When Harman first approached me he said that Var works in mysterious ways. considering just how serendipitous it is that I would not only have a chance to tie up nearly every lose end dangling from the past year in a neat little package, but I also have the chance to step forward into a future that is not just the culmination of everything I have been busting my ass for my entire career in the process. This isn’t just a chance to add some good to stock pile, or to add another accolade to my name, but for the chance to redefine the narrative that has plagued both myself, and our people as a whole. Take for instance how the started with calling us a caravan because they can’t separate us from the stereotypes that we have been shackled to for ages. But what they meant to hinder and harm us, we turned it all for our benefit. Just like always we’ve been turning lemons into lemonade our whole lives and we embrace all they tried to label us. They call us thrives, so we rob them blind. They call us travelers, so we go where we please, whenever we please. But this here and now is a chance to define ourselves in the way we see fit. To make our own destiny by our own hands. To not be regarded as simply wondering tramps of no repute, but warriors and more than that The champion of the world. Seems fitting for a gypsy right? A champion for all nations, for all peoples, for all time.  To do so I am gonna have to walk through hell and back, I’m gonna have to be as sharp and crafty, and tough, and as violent as I’ve ever been. This time it means more than just some trophy, it mean more than trying to validate being in the sport of professional wrestling. For me I’m carrying not just myself, generations past and future of people who were shunned, and shamed till thing got so desperate that everything that was thrown against us became a self fulfilling prophecy. That was the real curse of the Gypsies, I’m coming to lift it at Boiling Point. It won’t be easy, but you can count on the Romani King to cheat death, and steal a brand new life for all who follow him. 

Sonja: I trust you will. Especially since your old friend has gone fucking crazy. 

Michaels: You know something, I should have known when my “old buddy” Eon Blue  lost the Pasadena street fight, and was excommunicated, he’d Somehow get more of a hard on about Nathan Fiora. I should have known he’d go right off the deep end in a downward spiral to where the local psych ward has a suite on hold for him. That he would be in the kind of mental state where the biggest thing he could achieve was to barely, and I do mean just barely inch out a win against a man who hadn’t wrestled in a year. I should have known that after the match was over he would have to kick the guy when he’s down just so he could pretend to feel something between his legs besides a cool breeze along his thigh gap. You know now that I think about it, becoming a volunteer eunuch when nobody asked him to be one is the kind of stupid shit Eon might actually do. And now that he’s pulling this “Laces out Dan”  Ray Finkel act, it’s clear he’s gone off the deep end.  You know it was this time last year that me, him, Quinn, and Nathan all got together. I remember him shaking my hand and saying to everyone in group “with Mark motherfucking Michaels, we’re gonna do big things.”
 I think back on those days, and I almost pity Eon. I wish I could just let him be in this deluded fantasy of his, the one where he’s the well respected religious leader saving souls and preaching the word. The problem is that for the last four months he’s had both a hard on and a stick up his ass about little ol’ me. First he was pissed because he wanted me out of the Awakening, then he got pissed because instead of crying and dying over it, I found a better path that didn’t involve putting up with this asshole. And you know, I would have been happy to drop this whole thing and move on by now, but seeing just how this mother fucker isimply won’t let it go, I got no choice other than to bring down the wrath of god squarely on his head with my Crowning Achievement. Eon, all the out of context Bible verses and satanic rituals won’t do you a lick  of good when I’m beating your ass. Hopefully by the time my arm gets tired from punching you in your mangy, sleazy, noting between your ears but a couple of flies head, maybe you’ll come to your senses. Either that or just move the fuck on with your life instead of this lousy Nathan Fiora tribute act you got going. Either way, I intend to end this thing between us. Our beef has reached its boiling point, and your gonna end up getting burned. 

Sonja: What about that demon guy? Ryo Suck-A-Dicky Or something. 

Michaels: Ryo Sakazaki, and I’m actually interested that I’m getting into the ring and mixing it up with him. He’s a guy who I hope brings his best this week because I think when he’s motivated and hungry he can be as good as he wants to be in that ring. Some call him a dark horse in the this match, but From where I’m standing I hope the guy brings his best and really throws a few heaters down the plate, and really show what he brings to the table. I want him with that same intensity and killer instinct he had on Olympus, Because him being at his best is gonna bring out the best in me.  Ryo, In what I’ve seen in him, he seems to have near limitless potential. But the real test in life is whether or not you’ll ever live up to even a fraction of it.  You could argue that even being here is you living up to it, but if the bar is that low, if all you’re expected to do is show up, pick up a check, and move along promptly after being eliminated, well that’s not exactly a hard one to clear. Ryo’s got some skills, but color me unimpressed when being an also ran is the high mark of your career. I’m not saying this because I think you’re the shits or something, no. I say this because there are moments I saw where you could have proven how good you are, and marked your name permanently with greatness. But every time you got inches away, you took a step back. You had flashes on Kingdom, but failing to follow up on those flashes lead to a disappointing run over there. And now the only thing you can do is go through your dark gritty reboot phase.  I understand wanting to reinvent yourself and take a more hard nose, girt and grind style in the ring. But you can’t do that with a mask you found in the bargain bin of big lots. I say you’re  lacking something Ryo, something big, let’s call it heart.  You can say I’m underestimating him, and maybe I am,  it till Ryo gets his shit together enough to stop whining about tag partners who let him down, or how he’s grown so fed up that he had to listen to a whole linkin park album, he isn’t doing much more than just being another guy. Does that upset you Ryo? Good, use it. Get your ass in gear and make something of yourself goddamn it. 

Sonja: Getting a little angry there Mark, calm down. 

Michaels: Sorry. I know what it’s like for guys who have talent to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and how it can take forever and a day to pull out of the tail spin. 

Sonja: Are you talking about Final Destination?


Michaels: No not that in particular, although I do keep hearing about it four months after the fact. This business is real selective with its memories, ten years can be forgotten in a week but when the do remember, boy is it forever. And considering who I’m about to go into the Thunderdome with, I’m sure I’ll hear all about it again. Like I’m just waiting for Reigner or Nobi to bring up that six man tag. Ha, speaking of the Indonesian son of a bitch, did you hear that shit he was saying?

( Sonja nods her head yes.)

Michaels: Nobi, Nobi, Nobi. Naive, ridiculous, semi-incoherent Nobi. You proved that you’ve been keeping tabs on me, you tried to spin an honest evaluation of the Thunderdome, one without the bravdo and machismo that comes with everyone else who talks about every kind of dastardly device they encircle the ring with. But as usual you only got half the story. Yes I said that no one can really be prepared for the hell we are all about to face at Boiling Point, but to say I can’t hang in the Thunderdome, well that’s the most asinine bullshit I’ve ever hear you say. Between the Ironman match we had, the street fight I had with Noah Reigner, the street fight I had with Eon Blue, not to mention all the Glass Gauntlets, Hell’s Warpath’s, matches with barbed wire, matches with fire, and all the elimination chambers I’ve been through in my career, I would think you of all people would know that I’m not some pansy ass pushover who wilts the second I’m in the thick of a war. Permit me to shine the light of my brilliance upon the darkness of your ignorance.  I came into this world struggling to breathe. I came out of the womb with an umbilical cord wrapped around my neck. God wouldn’t take me and the devil wouldn’t have me. I’ve been fighting and clawing and refusing to die literally since the day I was born so don’t come around sounding coked out with that weak shit about how I’m not tough enough for this match! I think the bigger question is what the hell are YOU doing in this match?! I got my head rammed into exposed steel against Nate Cage, a twisted and vile son of a bitch among vile and twisted sons of bitches. you just plain got your ass handed to you by the first candy ass you came across, exactly like I said you would. Oh but you had a big final destination moment right? Too bad you flopped so hard as Hybrid Champion that they already had to rename the belt six months after it was unveiled. When I had that belt I made it my mission to take it from nothing and make it mean something. I made it my mission to earn respect for that title every single day. You managed to sink whatever credibility the Hybrid championship had in less than 3 months. What would make you winning the OMEGA championship any better? If your ass wins then for sure we’re gonna have to just throw the damn thing in a dumpster, set it on fire, and recognize the SSW championship as Olympus’ world title. 

And don’t think I don’t forgot Noah Reigner, because I’m almost certain he hasn’t forgotten me.  To say we’ve never seen eye to eye is the understatement of the year. We don’t like each other plain and simple. That said I will give Noah credit, he got the win four months ago, and he pinned my shoulders to do it. But this is a whole new ball game. I’m not the one with everything to lose, And I don’t have to wrestle with an Eon Blue tied behind my back. And I don’t have to remind you that There aren’t any friends, there aren’t any allies, and every single son of a bitch is ready to bury the dagger in your back at a moment’s notice. Now I know your lips are just waiting for the moment to say the usual lines about me talking a bit game, even though I earned my way here and wasn’t just gifted the chance like you or Eon. I know you’ll call me the weak link in the Awakening even when I proved I wasn’t back at Game Over. I know you’ll say this will be just like the last two times we met, but barring you trying to sucker Punch me again i guarantee that just won’t be the case. Now whatever you do end up saying, however you word these very arguments, You know damn well that will not be another man In that ring who fight till his last breath like I will. There is not another man who will give his last drop of blood to get that championship like I will. There is not man who is more driven, determined, and if we’re being honest here stubborn when that bell rings. I’ve already taken the best shots from the Assault Rifle himself, and I’m still standing like Tony Montana asking if that’s the best you got you pussy?! So go ahead and run your mouth Noah, I know first hand that talk is always cheap.  But when you do start yapping, just remember that kick in the ass for every single word waiting for you. 

Sonja: And that leaves just one. 


Michaels: Yeah it does. You know Darkane is just a constant downer isn’t he? Seriously, he has the OMEGA heavyweight championship in his hand and he’s sitting atop the mountain in OWA, why the hell is he still as big a sour puss as the one he crawled out of the day he was born. What in the world do you have to be so pissed off about anymore? Did you lose your kitten or something? Why so drabs and macabre all the time?  What is it that really got your panties in such a twist that you’ve spent the last five years looking like you haven’t see the sun? you are really fighting for? I know why I’m here, I know who it is that I want to represent, and all the reasons that I’m so inclined. But you, you I have never really figured out. That you would do this all for a few bucks would make sense if you actually did something with the money. That you want to defy those who labeled you a loser growing would be another reason, but you couldn’t give a piss about what anyone thinks about you. And I know you sure as hell don’t give two shits about proving yourself as a superior athlete. So again I have to ask just what is it you stand for?  And more importantly when you do eventually fall what will it mean. What does any of this mean besides you just being some sick bastard with a Kurt Cobain complex who gets off on blood?  You so Casually labeled me a Romani Cunt, and pissed on the fact that as a a person I would grow up a bit as the years go on. The way you talk it’s as if growing and changing and evolving are bad things. Let me ask isn’t the definition of insanity doing the same thing and expecting a different result? It takes a lot for a man to change not just lay down and die when something isn’t worng. Being the guy trying to use what he has to give a break to people who have historically been disenfranchised has given me a renewed purpose, and Having something bigger than myself has been one hell of a motivator. Which is trouble for you because the last time we met you barely scraped past me, and This time I’ll be sure you knock out your teeth before I lock you in the Gypsy curse. But if you want to talk more about my win loss record what about the fact I beat the dude Derelict when you couldn’t? Or how about the fact that when I lost the Hybrid championship, We would have had the match won if Eon would have simply kept Karlson from breaking up the pin, and that also it took all three of those assholes to put me away. And if you want to keep talking about the past, what about yourself? saw what you did and what was done to you last year, and how it left you damn near hobbled. And low and behold it was around this time last year that Noah Quinn beat you at your own game pal.  1,2,3 in the middle of the ring.  Yes you are one tough son of a bitch, hell probably the toughest son of a bitch I have ever encountered, but you are in the end you’re just a man, and even you have your limits. You are beatable. It’s not an easy thing to do, but it is doable, And seeing how you should be thanking Graham Baker for the fact you still have that belt, I’d say that all the bull rope matches, and buried alive matches, and chaos crypts have worn you down.  So you’ll have to excuse me if I get pissed right the fuck off when you say something so incredibly dumb as saying I have a minuscule chance of achieving a pipe dream. Nobody ever gave me a chance to get this far but I’m right here right now. It’s not exactly the time you’ve talked crap and I obviously have to ask why you feel the need to shit all over not just me, but the people I’m repping, but it still pisses me off none the less.  I get that we have no love lost between us, but You would think that after all this time That you would do more than dole out some backhanded compliments. I’ve earned that much and it’s why I’m in right in the thick of the best Olympus has to offer. Whatever you or anyone might think of me, I’m standing right here ready to wrap that gold around my waistline with plenty of great days ahead of me As both the Romani King and your new OMEGA heavyweight champion you son of a bitch. 
In just about week’s time, the Romani King is gonna claim his throne. Regardless of whether you believe in the cards, or the zodiacs, or god, or the devil, I guarantee that the title is coming home with Mark Michaels, ain’t no two ways about it. you know why? Being the Romani King means you always got a trick up your sleeve. 

( Michaels reaches up his sleeve and withdraws the same King of Wands card that Sonja had put back in the deck.)

Sonja: you’ve learned well I see. 

Michaels: Damn right I have, and because of it, after Boiling Point, everyone is gonna see just how good it is to be the King. 

(Michaels lays the card down in the table. Both he and Sonja get up from their seats and exit the room as the camera closes in on the tarot card and fades out. )

This is a big month for me.

Not only am I walking to Wrestleworld Violent Ends American Dream Championship Elimination Chamber match but also I'm walking to the Omega Heavyweight Championship Wraths of The Gods Thunderdome match at Boiling Point. There is a chance I'd lose in both matches but I'm going to do everything I can to be both an Omega Heavyweight Champion and an American Dream Champion.

But let's focus on one of the matches first and I'm here to talk about Boiling Point.

Boiling Point is a special PPV to me. I showed up to an OWA square ring for the very first time at Boiling Point 2018 where I made it official that I have signed a contract to be an OWA performer and one PPV after which is Burning Sky 2018, I made my OWA in-ring debut to face Nas for the Omega Heavyweight Champion.

Now that is something I'm missing in my resume. 3 times I have fought for the Omega Heavyweight Championships ever since and 3 times I failed to win one of the most prestigious belts in this business. 3 times I have fought and I always failed.

There is a chance I'd fail at my fourth try because it can happen. To be fair, five guys will fail in this match as only one guy can walk out of the building as the Omega Heavyweight Champion.

And I'd like to be that man. What am I going to do to win it though? I have to keep fighting which won't be easy with 5 other great guys and such stipulations where the ring is set on fire, barbed wire is replacing the ropes, and floors and walls are being rigged with explosives. And not to mention, and the cage wall will still have the electricity too.

I've been in those kinds of stipulations, maybe not once at all but I'm kinda familiar with those but throwing them all at once? This match is going to be insane. While I have survived from dangerous stipulations and even won like 3 times in an extreme situation, I'm not going to pretend that I'm some kind of a Superhero to go to this match. I'm acknowledging that this match can force people to an early retirement and therefore, not only do I need to focus and fight hard, but I also have to be careful.

I can't just use my fists, my skills, my heart, and my determination. I have to use my brain too in order to not just survive but also to capture the Omega Heavyweight Championship.

I'll start with someone who I can call as a friend and that man is none other than Noah Reigner. Everyone knows that you and I have been teaming up twice at Civil War 2020 and Final Destination 3. We fought as opponents once in a SSW Elimination Chamber. In the short time we have known each-others when we finally crossed paths to one another, you have been nothing but a great guy on my side. My respect for you would never change. I would like to think that the feeling is mutual, Reigner and I know you're someone that is destined to be the Omega Heavyweight Champion and that chance could come at Boiling Point. Unlike me who did lose my Hybrid Championship, you never lost your Television Championship belt as you chose to vacate it to challenge Darkane. I would like to think that you were hoping for a one on one match but I know this won't slow you down in one bit because you will still fight bravely in this match. You are someone who has been through it all AND someone who conquered all. Anything and everything has been thrown to you and most of the time you still manage to be the one that is standing tall and that's why I know you wouldn't need any help in this match. I mean, I'm fine if we are being allies one more time for this match because I'm sure we will work together on one or maybe two occasions but I'm sure you'd prefer to be a lone-wolf in this match as much as I am. The truth is, Reigner, I know you and Darkane have so much history against one another and believe me, I'd love to see you kicking Darkane's ass once again to win the Omega Heavyweight Championship if I wasn't in this match. The truth is, I'm here and I'm one of your opponents too. You can still kick Darkane's ass one more time but to win the Omega Heavyweight Championships? Everybody else wants it too and not just you, so consider this as a fair warning. No hard feelings on my part and remember, I had to earn my spot to enter this match too and I have to use every chance I get and if I had a chance to punch you right in the face, I certainly will do it, Reigner. Hopefully you understand where I'm coming from.

Moving on from Reigner. I would like to use this opportunity to talk to Ryo Sakazaki. Ryo, you are one of the best young talents that OWA has right now and you prove it when you beat Badda Dik Bap to enter this match just like how I beat Devin Mitchell. No, I'll take that back. You proved it that you're a great wrestler when you spend your time with The Frontline. Hell, you managed to eliminate a former World Champion in Moongoose McQueen at Clash of Titans this year. You have the heart, Ryo. In a way, you kinda remind me of myself as we both are seen as underdogs but I don't want to think of you as one because you're also having an equal chance to win the Omega Heavyweight Championships as much as the others. You've been in OWA for a year and you are finally getting a chance to be the Omega Heavyweight Champion. You have every tool to win this match and I'm sure you'll do great and be a hard factor for me to win this match. But Ryo, I have given my fair warning to Reigner and in general that as much as I believe in you and have faith in you, I want you to see that I'm going to fight everyone in this match and that is including you. I do acknowledge your fighting spirit but let's see how much you have it compared to mine. Best of luck Ryo, but remember, as much as I respect you, you're still someone that is in my way and I have to get rid of a problem in the form of you as soon as possible.

I don't forget that Ryo isn't the only young guy that debuted in OWA last year because as a matter of fact, you came earlier than him, Eon Blue. Remember when I asked you a few questions before our Final Destination 3 match? I asked you before that "what if you lose your FD match but not because of your mistake?" It certainly happened. You weren't the one that got pinned in that 6 Man Tag Match. I also remember asking you "what if Mark Michaels or Noah Quinn got pinned or tapped out? Would you blame them? That you lost your Openweight Championship on your first defense to me because they couldn't fight anymore?" That also happened too when you blamed Mark Michaels and decided to challenge him in a Pasadena Street Fight match at Game Over. I mean Harman Ardelean cost you your match though but you know why it happened? It's because Mark Michaels knows that you're hard to deal with. He didn't prove that he's better than you and hence why Aizen picked you right away to be in this match while Mark had to do a qualification match first just like I did. I mean, I get why I had to do a qualification match first. I lost my Hybrid Championship and hence why that was a fair decision from Aizen to have me fight Devin Mitchell first to enter this match and now here I am, going to meet you once again, Eon. You were complaining about Reigner and Darkane and how you said this is a new era and such and if that's what you want, you have a very good chance to do it in this match and I'm sure you'd love to do it don't you, Eon? I think you deserve it but you have to work hard to do it just like everybody else here. I know you'll work hard and you'll try to climb up to the ladder, so I'd like to see you try to take me on too. You know what I'm capable off as much as I do to you, so I hope you know it that you would find a hard challenge in me.

I mentioned your name just earlier, Mark Michaels but let me speak to you properly. You earned your place to enter this match just like I did, so I'd like to say it was a good showing from you as usual. No doubt that you're a good wrestler and you beat me fair and square once too and that's why I'm giving you a lot of good credits of how good you are. But I'll be honest with you. You sure you can handle the Wraths of The God Thunderdome match? I have given my 2 cents that this match is going to be insane and to your credit, you already spoke about this too a week or so ago that everyone who enters this match won't be the same anymore but Mark, would it be really ok for you to enter this match? I mean I know how tough you are and I know you can survive and I'm sure that you will still be able to wrestle again after this match but what am I asking is that, are you sure you can handle this match? Because you lost to Nate Cage a few weeks ago in unfair manner but that aside, I'm kinda worry about you when you're going to this match. You got knocked out after Cage exposed the turnbuckle and that was it and you know it that the Wrath of The Gods Thunderdome stipulations are much more dangerous than just an exposed turnbuckle. I do hope that you'll show a good fighting spirit for this match because if you don't, you might get knocked out again, Mark.

There is one man that is familiar with these kind of stipulations and that man is the Omega Heavyweight Champion himself, Darkane. You did participate in The Thunderdome match last year before Aizen decided to modify the rules for this year. I'm sure you were thrilled when you heard about it and to give you an even more credit, you won the Omega Heavyweight Championship at Final Destination 3 and retained it against Kai Stevens and Graham Baker respectively in other stipulations match. This is your playground Darkane and the percentage of you retaining the Omega Heavyweight Championships is higher than the rest of us walking away as the new Champion. You're a twisted individual that has a lot of tricks under your sleeves and this what makes you so dangerous on top of being a great wrestler yourself. I want to win but I need to survive. You want to retain and you're living your extreme lifestyle. To be honest with you, this is a win-win situation for you, Darkane. But you don't always win under such stipulations and you didn't win the Thunderdome match last year so I suppose you need to watch your back because you're pretty much the walking target in this match. All eyes will be on you, Darkane and I hope you realize it as well because one mistake, can make you lose your Championship belt. I really want to be the one that taking that belt from your shoulders but I know how hard it's going to be. Hell, I already experienced it at Civil War last year but what you did wasn't enough to damage me down. But make no mistake, you're doing great as the Omega Heavyweight Championship but somethings great things must come to the end and that could come very soon at Boiling Point.

I already made it loud and clear enough that I want to win this match and becoming the Omega Heavyweight Champion because unlike my previous chances, I earned my spot with my own hands. This time around, the bosses and at that time the former World Champions in Nas, Tarah Nova, and Bull Connors just didn't pick me as their challenger out of the blue. I earned my place to be in this match and if Wrath of The Gods is dangerous, then I'll make sure I'm not going to be the one that is in the danger because I'm willing to be the danger myself.

KINGDOM I: BITTER 'TIL THE VERY END.

J.D., you are one of the most talented individuals in this prolific company. You left me in awe after watching your match against Jeff; you controlled that match with the presence of someone who deserves to be in the main event every night. The fans were rooting for you and believed in you and I’m sure you had confidence in yourself to pull off what your doubters said was impossible. I’ve been in your position before...tasting the gold for just a second and then having your dreams crushed from someone who won’t stay down. I can easily say this and not regret it: Mr. Damon, you are a bonafide star in the making. However, I do have a concern about you and the choices you’re making at the moment. You can win the OWA World Championship, but not under the guidance of the Frontline. They are holding you down every week by giving you a role to play in the Frontline. Did you not notice how quickly the attention was moved to me after your loss? Doesn’t that irritate you, J.D.? Don’t you deserve more respect from Jeff for that performance that you had? Now, they placed you in a match with me, far away from that title you fought for so much. You may not want to believe me when I say this, but the Frontline and management aren’t valuing you to the degree you should be right now. You need to make the best out of this moment and not let anyone outshine you, especially not Jeff. I saw the fear in his eyes while he was facing you; he knew what you were capable of and at the end of the match, he shook your hand. You know what they say about your enemies right? You keep them closer than your friends. Jeff understands how big of a threat you are to his reign so he will keep you in place by making you one of his Frontline lackeys. Jeff would turn his back on you so quickly, even if you show any sign of defiance because at the end of the day he’s a miserable drunk who pretends to have friends to hide the shallowness and dark thoughts he has in his mind often. That’s why I want him to stop hiding in this mask of “good times” and “sticking by friends”. In this business, there are no true friends; there are partners though. I tried to make The Awakening my friends but some of them were so deep in their own sin that they corrupted themselves the moment I stopped supervising them. They turned on each other and they turned on me even when all I showed them was friendship and success. Friendship doesn’t exist, just partnerships do. Don’t believe anyone because the moment you loosen your guard, they will turn their backs on you. I, however, hold no ill will towards you or what you’ve done. You deserve respect Mr. Damon, and I will make you an offer that you cannot resist; join Chris, Udy, and me in bringing you to the next level of your career. Under my guidance, I can give you that push you need and you will be world champion. I can reform you and restructure you into the man you want to be and you won’t have to have to hate. You are already talented and don’t need a lot of change, you just need a change of….FOCUS. I can do that for you just like I have done for everyone else I’ve worked with. Every person I’ve partnered with has received my blessings and a title reign that was unforgettable to many. In the Frontline, Jeff doesn’t have your best interests in place; he obviously is looking out for himself first and then you secondly. However, you don’t need to tolerate that any longer. You are the man who put on an instant classic with Aria Jaxon. You are a former Spartan Champion. You are J.D. Damon; let me reform you into the person that will be a future OWA World Champion! You deserve to be champion, but Jeff doesn’t think that. He will hold that world title as Golem did and all of the OWA fans will view you as his shadow. Nothing else. Who knows when your career will end but if it ended tomorrow, would you be satisfied in letting Jeff hold the title for as long as he did, knowing that you could beat him? No, I bet you wouldn’t live with yourself with such a robbery of your legacy in the hands of the man you call your friend. Keep that in mind as we get into the ring this week because you are the only person who can decide what you will be remembered for. Jeff and the Frontline won’t be responsible; the group and everyone will eventually fade and memories will only remain. Bitterness will not save you; reach out your hands and have faith and I’ll make sure you ascend to levels you’ve never seen before. No more second fiddling, I will ensure I serve your goal J.D., but until then, you are my enemy.

It’s unfortunate that you choose to oppose me when you know that I agree with you on everything except the slander of my name. It’s okay though, I forgive you for your ignorance. You are still Jeff’s servant and because of that, I must make an example of you in your limited capacity. I’m focused on showing the world that I am still at my peak and even without a world title, I am the most capable and dangerous competitor in this company. I led a stable of champions and ruled a whole brand, something that your Wolvesden couldn’t do. Your leader died and even then you couldn’t rise to the occasion and lead in Kenny’s place. You decide to be this way because you don’t have the right mindset; you stay bitter with hate instead of listening to my words. That’s what makes me different from you; I had the hunger and drive to succeed. Instead of living my life in bitterness, I lived mine in action and took what was mine, and became one of the most iconic world champions in OWA history. Instead of complaining about Jeff being champion, I used my authority and drive to challenge Jeff to this title match and that is why I’m going to be main eventing one of the biggest shows of the season...again. You are of less value to yourself and to me in your current state J.D. and as much as I would hate to end your career this abruptly, your refusal will say everything I need to hear to take you out. Yes, you are a threat and you can say that you’ll beat me up but honestly, you’re a smaller threat to me than you think you are. You’re not an obstacle right now, you’re a small bump on the road; an annoyance that needs to either fall into place or will be marked as a foe I need to take out before I claim a second world championship to my name and legacy. As you said, you’re just a guy to rough me up a bit before Boiling Point; you’re irrelevant because you choose to be this way. Your own words betray your heart and devalue you to what you currently are; a guy who’s going to make the actual star’s job easier. It doesn’t matter though; I’ve been through hell and back and that hasn’t stopped me from seeing success as my destination. My real focus is Jeff and the OWA World Championship; I am going to make his life miserable and show the world the real him. Jeff, just like you currently J.D., is a hollow man who requires a drink and attention to feel the high that is joy. However, Jeff is worse because he’s a literal addict; he needs help. I’m trying to help him realize he needs to change and you need to realize he isn’t anybody. He’s a loser. A guy who masks his true emotions with a sip of a Bud Light. Mediocrity isn’t my name...it’s Father Fiora. My name has been associated with that trait time and time again but I revitalized a broken brand; it had been decimated by a man who sought destruction. I main evented Final Destination 3! You can’t even claim you beat Aria because she beat you so bad that you went back to being a right-hand bum. I didn’t win by luck because luck existed, second-hand talents like you would actually be world champion. Lady Luck is dead and never existed, it’s just an excuse to be bitter and discredit others’ accomplishments. If I was “lucky”, I wouldn’t have been champion as long as I was and I wouldn’t have just beaten Havoc at Game Over. Those were things you couldn’t do but your brother Jeff was actually able to do. He and I have some stuff in common but that doesn’t change what each of us is; he’s a demon and I’m a holy figure. If you respect your accomplishments and the offer I’m making you, you better shut your ignorant mouth up and respect me. I am the only man who can actually make your dream come true so you’re only slowly drowning yourself by rejecting the hand that is trying to hold you from sinking. You’re depending on me now; you NEED me to lose to you, you NEED me to not win the OWA Championship, and you NEED me to actually be someone in this business. Your anger will be the reason why you will lose to me J.D. and it’s truly a shame that you haven’t reached out to me. You can’t do it alone….Now it’s time I focus on the person you hate so much and the much more relevant person...Jeff X. I do this because I’m feeding your weakness, J.D. You're living in Jeff’s shadow and I’ll make sure you do even when I’m facing you this week.

Jeff, I hope that bottle of water you’ve been drinking has been enough for you. You can’t get that fix or have you…? Are you willing to risk it all for a silly addiction? What is there to be afraid of Jeff? Are you afraid that I’m going to leave J.D. a bloody mess in the middle of the ring? Don’t think he can do it? Of course you don’t, you knew that J.D. couldn’t beat you last week either, even if he tried his darndest to actually reach for that title of yours. If you think I’m losing to your sloppy seconds though, think again. Your buddies in the Frontline aren’t capable enough to beat big stars like me because you’ve stunted their growth; they are frolicking around these ideals of friendship and brotherhood even when their whole world is burning apart. Your friends will slowly become cannibals and eat away at their own and your success to become the only remnant of the Frontline. J.D.’s already proving my point and the rest is yet to come. Even with that said, I expect you to be watching on Sunday. My performance against your “friend” is going to sober you all up for what is to come at Boiling Point. We are only about two weeks away and I hope you prepare for the biggest battle of your life. You get to witness my greatness secondhand on Sunday, but in our match, you’ll see how I got to where I am today. I AM FIZUS. The delusions that your drinking gave you are gone now and you will be able to experience greatness with 20/20 vision. Don’t slip up Jeff...because I know you really want to.

BOTH OF YOU...EMBRACE YOUR REALITY.

Shouta, better known as MYOJIN, sat on the balcony of their apartment. It was a late night in San Diego, California as they stared up to the night sky- calm air lightly blowing their blonde tufts as they sat thinking. A part of them knew that they should have been well asleep a little while ago. Though they couldn't manage to do so, as they ran a hand through their hair.

There was a lot for them to think about currently. Defending their X*Crown Championship in XHF against six other people had been no easy feat, and they definitely felt the effects of going through such a war. But there was now something else on their mind as they leaned against the railing- the upcoming first defense of the OWA World Tag Team Championships with their partner, Savannah Sunshine. The blonde knew that they would be soon facing Jacob Senn and Matt Miles from the Dynasty, another cliche villainous group that gives each other circle-jerks like there’s no tomorrow. Considering what they had to go through just to get their hands on those championships, MYOJIN knew that it was harder to hold onto a title after winning it- they had experienced that multiple times through their career so far- but they weren’t ready to let go of the titles just yet.

The blonde knew that they would be prepared and ready to fight as they always are, however- it wasn’t themself that they were worried about. It was Savannah… Did they believe she wouldn’t be ready? No, not at all- MYOJIN completely trusted their partner, otherwise, they wouldn’t be the tag team champions at the moment. They weren’t worried about her skill, they knew that she was a fighter- but they were worried about their recent mental state.

Suddenly, MYOJIN felt a delicate hand find its way gently against their back. For a moment, it was surprising, but they knew exactly who that comforting touch belonged to- They turned their head lightly to look over to see their fiancee, Himari. There was a curious look in her brown eyes, though followed with a warm smile. “(Why’d you get out of bed? Is everything okay?)” She asked, speaking in the native language that they both shared.

They offered a faint smile toward her in return, “(Everything’s okay. I just thought that I’d get up and enjoy the view.)”

While she still had a kindhearted look on her face, Himari raised a skeptical eyebrow. “(Enjoying the view at one-thirty in the morning?)” She softly rubbed their shoulder, as they continued to look toward the lit-up city skyline. “(What’s really on your mind, Shouta?)”

MYOJIN sighed, placing a hand to their chin as they turned to face their future wife completely. “(I’m just a little worried about the future. About Savannah, I don’t think that she’s been doing well recently… I talked to her not too long ago, she hasn’t been getting a lot of sleep. That and she got pinned in a tag match with Jason not too long ago- and now that she and I are the Tag Champions, with targets on our back-)”

“(You’re worried that she’s not going to be at her best.)” Himari figured out where they were going with their little rambling. MYOJIN paused, now that they realized how that sounded- They began to feel rather guilty about having any doubt.

“(...Yeah. I guess that I’m worried that maybe everything people say about has some truth to it..)” They paused, briefly looking down with a subtle expression of confliction on their face. Himari took their hand into hers, looking up at them.

“(You two are undefeated as a team. You two survived the odds stacked against you and became the champions in the first place. You and Savannah are a team that works together seamlessly and you know that she believes in you, and doesn’t want to let you down. Savannah trusts you, and I get the feeling that it’s hard for her to trust many people these days… But now, you have to put your faith in her as well. It’s the only way you two will last as a team.)”

Now it was their turn to put their faith in her.

That was true, MYOJIN knew that it was. Things weren’t always going to seem so easy, but they couldn’t abandon Savannah at the first sign of trouble. They smiled brightly at Himari, “(I really needed to hear that. Thank you.)”

“(I’m simply the best at advice.)” She responded, leaning up against while placing a hand on their cheek- She pressed her lips to theirs- and it felt like a euphoric jolt of electricity, and MYOJIN instinctively found their arms gently wrapped around her waist as she tilted her into the kiss. Once they finally parted, the blonde took a deep breath as she then tugged at their arm.

“(Now come back to bed. It’s hard to fall asleep by myself, and we both have to get up in the morning.)”

“(Okay, okay. I wasn’t planning on staying up much longer anyway.)”


I think it's kind of funny.

It's like no matter what happens. No matter how many people that I face here in OWA, it's the same shit every different day. And you know- I think it would've changed by the time I inevitably found some gold, or in this case- silver around my waist, some things would change. Or by the fact that I've been on a winning streak ever since the ONE and only pinfall loss, I've ever had in OWA. Every match that I've gone through, it seems like my opponents are always saying the same thing. That I don't compare to them. That they're going to embarrass me.

That I don't stand a chance
It's almost like deja vu. Team Starburst took the titles from some wannabe supervillains who called themselves the Council. Now we're going to be defending soon against another team from ANOTHER group of wannabe supervillains who call themselves…. What, the Dynasty?

Now I know the name Sav and I chose is goofy- but at least there's some creativity to it. Do these bitches all go to the same whiteboard to choose their lame ass insults AND the names that they come up with?

Like I said- same shit, different day. Even though I've continuously proven that notion wrong when I've made plenty of those same people tap by either mangling one of their legs or arms.

And it seems that Matt Miles is the very next person in that line of people. Hey, sweetheart. How are you doing?

Just to start off, I don't take anyone with two first names very seriously.

I find it cute and a little inspiring that someone who looks like a greasy homeless man with a beard and a fucking infant without one can be so confident in himself. I think that your attempts to look like hot shit when you're clearly the sidekick to Senn are even more adorable. You so desperately want to be seen as such a big deal, believing in your hype and even having the audacity to say that beating you would do wonders for my career. That I need this win badly, mentioning that you're a former world champion as if that should scare me.

News flash, honey: You're a former champion. I'm the CURRENT top champion of XHF. The X*Crown Champion- a title that represents twenty-two world titles. Oh, that doesn't fit your narrative of me being the underdog in this match, though, does it?

For someone so full of himself, I would've hoped you were capable of doing research on your opponents. But I get the feeling you aren't exactly the brightest person.

Also, I hate to let you know this- but you're not as special as you seem to think you are.

You talk a big game, Matt- you talk about how no one is on your level. Yet all I've seen from you are regurgitated insults that everyone has used against Savannah and me since day one. You're not original or anything that great, babe. You're another generic, arrogant white boy who thinks he has everyone he faces figured out and acts like an armchair psychiatrist thinking you're able to get into the head of your opponents. I bet you felt pretty clever, like you're some sort of mastermind and that you have me upset and off my game-

Truth be told, I'm just bored. I'm bored of everyone that I face thinking that reusing the same trash because they all read the same How To Promo 101 book and can't think of anything actually unique because they all share the same brain cell apparently. I'm tired of facing different people who all use the same persona of simply being a egotistical, bland cunt because they're incapable of capturing even an ounce of charisma and memorability. I hope Senn will be more interesting to banter with.

I didn't carry Savannah to the Tag Team Championships. I carried my own weight and she carried hers. We fought with everything that we had and it paid off- did you conveniently forget the part where she and I had both Council boys' arms nearly ripped out of their sockets until one of them finally started tapping? But again, that wouldn't fit the narrative you're trying to paint.

I'm going to give you some advice, clown boy- That ego? You're so worried about sucking Senn's and your own dicks about just how amazing that you're forgetting just who you're dealing with.

You think that I'm a rookie?

Bitch, I've been training in martial arts for as long as I can remember. I spent years on octagons kicking heads off and making people tap, don't get shit twisted just because I'm a young and the prettiest person you've ever seen in your life- including any poor woman that ever lowered her standards to sleep with such a tool as yourself- doesn't mean I haven't been living in this world my entire life.

Maybe you're a dumbass, maybe you know these things and instead don't admit them because it wouldn't feed your ego- but that underestimation of me? Of Savannah? That's what's going to get your ass beat on Atlantis, darling. That's what's going to make you lose to the both of us when the time comes.

The truth is, Miles- You're acting nonchalant and as if this is no big deal to you, but you need this win over me BADLY- You've never held a championship in OWA, getting a win over one-half of the tag team champions would do wonders for you leading up to the title match.

It's just too bad you aren't going to get that win.

I believe that many can learn something from the matches that they lose- That there's always something to gain from that experience. So I hope when you're staring up at the ceiling lights, dazed and confused about how this “rookie” could've made you look like such a joke on live television- that you take a lesson from it, that you realize if you're SERIOUS about trying to win these Tag Titles from Team Starburst-? You better be prepared to come correctly or don't come at all.

At Atlantis, beating you isn't going to be some miracle or upset or shock of the year.

It's just going to be my normal routine:

Arrive, kick ass, and look absolutely gorgeous while doing it.

(Nobi is seen with his Wife, Shizuka in their mansion in Los Angeles, California. They are watching Devin Mitchell's video on a big screen. They're chuckling)

Nobi: He's a good comedian, isn't he?

Shizuka: I'd say so. This Devin Mitchell guy said that I'm missing for months? I mean, I'm not a wrestling personality at all.

Nobi: To top it all, he said that I'm a Wife Beater. Did I ever slap you at all?

Shizuka: Never. And he also accused you as a pedophile. What's up with that?

Nobi: I mean he said he didn't want to reveal names. So he's just making this stuff up.

Shizuka: And the N-Word pass stuff? You did give it to Jeff?

Nobi: I did, but I personally didn't force any Black man to give me an N-Word pass. It was Scott Oasis that gave it as a bonus signing contract after all and Oasis is white, not black. If Devin Mitchell accused me for being a racist, might as well say it OWA as the whole promotion is racist. I mean, Jeff X, one of our World Champions, did say it after all. And let's not forget, Oasis himself said he came to SSW with a Hazard suit by wanting to "save" SSW from coronavirus. And many more I suppose.

Shizuka: Good points. Apparently now, Devin Mitchells wants to put you under jail!

Nobi: I mean, maybe I should have been in one already…

Shizuka: WHAT?!

Nobi: I mean both The Professional and Babayka's last matches were against me respectively. I threw The Professional from 20 feet of a titantron. I wrecked Babayka's legs with cars. Probably not the most extreme stuff that has happened in pro wrestling but you could say those were not the most normal stuff.

Shizuka: And yet, you're still here. So that means you are not a Criminal.

Nobi: I did say, what I did wasn't the most extreme stuff that has happened in this business, so yes, I'm not a Criminal. I mean, I don't mind serving behind the bars but that means, 99% of wrestlers would be behind the bars too. Including Devin Mitchell himself. Maybe he can do his parts for the community again.

Shizuka: Well, he probably should be the one that should be in jail by accusing you of this nonsense.

Nobi: Haha. A ring or a jail, doesn't matter. I'll fight Devin Mitchell in either. Don't forget, I actually have fought inside a jail with Darkane and Kai Stevens to take on The BBC.

Shizuka: Ah yes, you did! Ok, Nobi, I'm going to go to my laptop. I have a Zoom meeting.

Nobi: Sure.

(Shizuka leaves. Nobi is speaking in front of camera)

You are forgiven, Devin Mitchell. Hollywood people always get accused of something. And hey, I did point out that I probably should be in jail and I did fight inside jail too so there goes my 2 cents. But nah, I'm not going to explain them again as I already did.

What I'm going to say is that you are indeed a good young wrestler. A great one even. Once in a while talent. That's why you're getting a chance to possibly join the Omega Heavyweight Championship Thunderdome match.

But the problem is, you have to beat me first. Well, I wouldn't say I'm a problem. Countless people have beaten me. I might as well consider myself in the bottom of the barrel of this company. I gotta admit that it does feel irritating but hey, I already won the SSW World Championship. I was on the top of the mountain for a good 3 months. I'm personally almost satisfied. I'm at the point where I'm just wrestling for the sake of doing something that I love.

But I also said "almost satisfied" which means, if I have a chance to be in the main event then I'd love to be in it again. Of course, why not? I'm having a chance to be the Wrestleworld American Dream Champion at Wrestleworld Violent Ends and if I beat you, then I'm going to have a chance to be the Omega Heavyweight Champion too. Those would be great right?

Well, maybe not to you because it means that would be under your expense. You wouldn't like it. And hell, you already don't like me, so I can see that it would be very disgusting to see me beating you from your side despite you saying you don't know me too well. I mean I can get that part.

But I understand your eagerness to prove that you belong to OWA. You belong to be a World Champion. You belong to be the best of the best. I know where you're coming from because that was how I felt in my first few years in this business. I was struggling to find my voice and hell, I'm still struggling because we are forever a learner right? We have to take our time to learn something. No matter how fast or slow we are. I guess I belong in the slow learners category.

And then there's you, Devin. A fast learner. You haven't even hit your first anniversary of your wrestling career and you're now having a chance to enter The Thunderdome match and beat Darkane to win the Omega Heavyweight Champion. Imagine it if you really beat me and then win the Thunderdome match. You'll be an icon. Maybe in a way you already are in front of the community but you get what I mean.

Now let me make it clear to you that there is no hard feeling from my part, Devin. If you want to get rid of me, you can come and try. Countless men and women have tried to do so, yet I'm still here. I lost a lot but people are always having a hard time getting rid of me. I got knocked out the day before and I woke up the day after. Or under some circumstances, I got knocked out one minute ago and I got up one minute later.

I don't doubt you but I'm giving a fair warning to you, Devin. You might want to concentrate on beating me instead of trying to get rid of me.

With all due respect, if I have survived from falling out of a 20 feet of a titantron, flaming tables, chair shots, hit and run car, you name it all, what makes you think that you can force me to not be in OWA at all?

I'm hoping that everything you're working on is working because if they aren't, then there's no shame in losing to …..IN YOUR OWN WORDS a Hero, a Role Model, and an Icon.

(Black Screen)

adhamā dhanam_ichchhanti dhanam mānam cha madhyamāḥ | 
uttamā mānam_ichchhanti māno hi mahatām dhanam  


Lowly people desire wealth [over respect], average people desire wealth and respect, the great people desire respect [over wealth], for respect is wealth of the great!

The camera opens up inside a white, brightly lit room, set within a community church. There are some self-help posters hanging on the wall, and a small table is set up with brewed coffee and stale Oreo cookies. A mild-mannered, middle-aged woman sits in a chair that is circled by other chairs, holding a clipboard and pencil in hand. However, the only things on the chairs themselves are nothing but closed egg cartons, with various names written on the cartons, including one that has “Havoc” and another that has “Abholos” written in red… blood on it. Karma also sits in one of the chairs, sitting upon a pile of wood ashes. The woman, most likely a volunteer therapist, looks up from her clipboard, speaking to the camera as if speaking to a group.
 
Therapist: Ok, welcome to Exorcising Your Freedom, a support group for those that have struggled with “demonic possessions” and other similar issues. I understand we got some new faces here, so Karma, let’s start with you.
 
Karma: Hi motherfuckers, my name is Karma, and I’m addicted to evil, but I ain’t here because I need support… I’m here to show these dickless demons what true power really looks like… but wait, how can I do that without someone to demonstrate how to wield such power? Ha, gotcha! I know one being that can wield such power, and that’s the Crown Bitch of Brutality!
 
Therapist: Um… who? That name isn’t written on my sheet here…
 
Karma: Damn, for real? Well, fuck! Looks like we bouncin! But maybe check your sheet again…
 
The therapist looks down at her clipboard again, but right as she looks down, The Banshee enters the frame, holding a steaming pot of coffee in her hand. She smashes the pot down onto the head of the therapist, shattering the glass into thousands of tiny pieces, while hot coffee rains down everywhere on the therapist, instantly blistering any exposed skin. She clutches her face as she collapses to the floor just out of camera sight, her screams of agony drowning out The Banshee’s sinister laughter. The Banshee then begins stomping her foot down aggressively, stopping only when the therapist is finally silent. Smiling, The Banshee turns towards the camera, slowly walking into the chair circle.
 
The Banshee: Won’t people ever learn that coffee can cause serious harm to your health? Speaking of causing harm, let’s not wait any longer to get into the monster main event match on Atlantis, where I’ll be facing the very dangerous doppelganger boyfriend of Hana’s, the frightening and powerful FORMER OWA World Champion, HAVOC! Now, don’t expect me to “fangirl” out for you or anything, but there was a time that the Ashes of the… well, what does it matter anymore? Anyways, Havoc could perhaps be almost an even match… what say you, Karma?
 
Karma: Hey girl, it ain’t Havoc you going up against… it’s his douchebag alter-ego, Christopher Sabretooth…
 
The Banshee: … Who the hell is Christopher Sabretooth?
 
The Banshee looks right at Karma for a moment, a deadly serious look of confusion and anger showing on her face. The Banshee then erupts in a burst of laughter, Karma’s laughter can also be heard joining along. After having a good laugh, The Banshee grabs the carton marked “Havoc,” as the camera zooms in closer.
 
The Banshee: SERIOUSLY!?! This was the best Scott Oasis could do? Some imagination, boss… oh yeah, he’s not my boss, because The Banshee answers to NO ONE! Yet, it’s almost insulting to think that THIS is what Scott Oasis have given me…
 
The Banshee opens up the egg carton, which reveals a single broken eggshell sitting in the center, along with a small picture of Havoc glued directly to the broken shell.
 
The Banshee: Christopher Snaggletooth, this is what I see when I gaze upon you now… just an empty shell of what was a phenomenal champion and ambassador to this sport… Havoc did great things for the OWA! But Christopher Snap-Crackle-&-Pop, when I look upon you now… it’s quite evident that you’re just a shell of your former self! Your skills were obviously not all they were “cracked up” to be!
 
Karma: HA! Perhaps Chris the bitch is just too damn “broken up” over his break-up!
 
The Banshee tosses the Havoc cart aside, next grabbing the carton labeled “Abholos,” opening it up to reveal another single broken eggshell, although this one is colored purple and covered in glitter. A picture of Abholos is attached to the egg shell. The Banshee grabs the eggshell and holds it in her palm.
 
The Banshee: Of course, even as powerful as Havoc was… he clearly didn’t know what the hell he was doing, making the Ashes nothing more than a ship without a captain… Abholos was the rudder that held everything together for you, Chrissy-boy! Face it, without your own My Pet Monster’s fancy smoke machines and ideas, Havoc never EVEN sniffs title gold! As for this pitiful Harry Potter house elf…
 
The Banshee crushes the purple eggshell in her hands, before looking back up at the camera with a smile across her face.
 
The Banshee: Well, he just simply went “up in smoke,” just like your intimidation factor the instant you were “pussified” back into this pathetic has-been who’s more concerned with robbing cradles then seeking out new challenges… Jesus Christ, what happened to you? I actually checked out your little promo last week, but imagine my shock when I turned on Aria’s office TV, and what did I see? Spoiler alert, it wasn’t a former champion that headlined Final Destination 3, but just some sorry little fucking crybaby, sobbing away like a little bitch! I would suggest that you “man the fuck up” and grow a pair…
 
Karma: Yeah Christopher Baby-Ruth, you stupid nutless motherfucker!
 
The Banshee: If you really think about, Christopher, Karma actually makes a good point... you clearly let someone fool you into thinking he's the real McCoy of a priest or something... when in fact he's nothing but your damn equal! Yet you allowed him to "exorcise" the best part of your personality, akin to letting someone shove a damn grenade down your pants, just so he could literally obliterate your balls! YOU LET FIORA TAKE THE DAMN VENOM OUT OF THE SNAKE! Hell Christopher, you shouldn’t even call yourself Chris Sabretooth anymore, since you let Nathan Fiora defang your ass like a sadistic dentist, especially with that laughable excuse for an exorcism, though less an exorcism and more a "public vasectomy..." And don't concern yourself over Satan's least-favorite sorority sister Hana, I have something "special" planned for her on Odyssey, so she'll get plenty of attention... of course, that slut's went down on everything but the fucking Titanic, so maybe YOU should be the one giving her more attention..."

Karma: Motherfucker, you such a parody of a demon now, Weird Al should write the lyrics for your new entrance!

The Banshee: Some may accuse me of trying to cut a legend like you down, but have you even listened to yourself lately? Remember when you said recently that, with Havoc no longer an active part of you, “It feels like I can finally go to sleep and not be afraid if I am waking up tomorrow.” Guess what... you awoke alright... you awoke nothing but a powerless, ball-less, soulless shell of a greater being, one whose power is almost comparable to my own... ALMOST... And before you go about another of your Twitter rants about comparing accomplishments, keep in mind that I've only truly begun showcasing my power once I killed off my weaker half, proving once and for all that The Banshee was TRULY the stronger being in control, but Havoc was too damn weak to permanently kill off the least powerful part of himself... It doesn't matter who was first, what only matters is who is the fucking best, and no one has been more dominant in causing chaos and destruction than The Banshee! People always say you should avoid staying out of harm's way... well motherfucker, guess what? I AM HARM'S WAY! I've eaten kittens that knew more about wielding true power than your vasectomied carcass! Like so many other so-called OWA "pillars" here, you continue to steal the main event from the younger, more promising talent just coasting on your past accomplishments... but they're NOT YOUR ACCOMPLISHMENTS! It's only by Havoc's grace that you're not a "sandwich artist" at the local Subway, which is also above your station of talent!

Karma: GET HIM!

The Banshee: Oh I'm not finished yet... how about when you lamented, like the sad bitch you've become, when you stated, “Havoc offered me everything I ever wanted. I got to be the OWA World Champion. I got to the main event Final Destination. And yet, none of those accomplishments truly feel like my own.” Don't you see? EVEN YOU KNOW THAT YOU'VE ACCOMPLISHED NOTHING ON YOUR OWN! What do you think following some rent-a-padre will do for your career? As Havoc, you weren't simply another face on the roster... you were the very face of fear! Kingdom literally was yours to rule... and yet, when it mattered the most, even Havoc choked on the national stage... but now, as Christopher Sabretooth... you couldn't even sell your face to a photo booth! You have as much a chance to survive our encounter as a blind trapeze artist does walking a tightrope in a hurricane... and HURRICANE BANSHEE IS CIRCLING YOUR WAY! You are long overdue a lesson in what true pain and torture are, so consider me your new classroom professor... you're going to be educated in humiliation, but take heart in knowing that, at Boiling Point, your beloved little Hana will join you... as both your bodies slowly decompose in my own personal morgue! HAHAHAHA! The Summer of The Banshee will soon conclude into the Great Fall... and you, Christopher Sabretooth, will just be one of many that continue to "fall" to Odyssey's Greatest Threat, no matter how "great" they once were! Legends, rookies, champions... throw whomever at me you wish, Aria Jaxon and Scott Oasis... there is absolutely no one powerful enough to quell what's coming... do you all think that The Banshee has simply been resting on my laurels, just standing idly by and waiting on things to happen? HA! Not quite, but all in due time... first things first, on Atlantis, The Banshee erases the taint of failure on the legacy of Havoc, by doing the one thing even Havoc himself was too weak to do... send Christopher Sabretooth to the very depths of hell, in a chamber so dark... not even hellfire can illuminate its surroundings... I should know... I WAS BORN THERE! HAHAHAHHA! Did you hear me, you fucking peasant!?! Only The Banshee is truly a creature of hell! Now Karma, play me off something appropriate to go out on! 

Karma: You got it! DJ, hit that shit!

Suddenly, the opening notes of "Pray" by M.C. Hammer begins to play loudly throughout the room. 


The Banshee glaringly looks at Karma, an annoyed expression on her face. She then kicks the once-again conscious therapist in the face, before turning her head back around at Karma.

Karma: Damn, girl, don't blame me!
 
The Banshee, shaking her head, then snaps her fingers, causing a "portal" to appear on the ground, as fire shoots and leaps out of it. The Banshee, laughing sinisterly, jumps into the hole, grabbing Karma as she enters. The therapist, laying on the floor nearby, begins trying to crawl away, but then The Banshee's hand emerges out of the portal, grabbing the therapist by the ankles, pulling her into the hole screaming, as The Banshee's demonic laugh continues to echo from the hole loudly, before the therapist disappears into the portal entirely, the portal quickly sealing up behind. The camera feed then suddenly ends.

{There is nothing and then from the nothing comes one voice}

Voice: While the Frontline might be "fine"...the Blacklist is totally "fucked"!

{The screen fades in and we see none other than a very pissed off looking Ryo Sakazaki standing in a conference room somewhere, trying very hard to keep his shit together obviously}

Ryo: I've been trying to stay the path, oh ancestors and Stark only know how hard that I've been trying to stay the path but instead of having me tag with someone who is actually lucid enough to be somewhat of an okay wrestler...they stick me in the ring with that drunken BABOON!!!

{Ryo reaches up and grabs two handfuls of his own reddish-brown hair and fights to keep from yanking it before he finally lets go and glares hard into the camera's pickup}

Ryo: I mean fucking seriously Jack, you couldn't just go without doing that fucking running joke of yours for one night for us to try and win a match for our faction?! Did you really have to go and just *HELP* the Dynasty win that match?!


Of course, you're probably thinking "Well, you didn't do much shit otherwise there, kid"...


Well excuse-fucking-*ME* for being in a state of total and complete disbelief at the sight of my own fucking tag partner for the night tearing off after some blonde chick for no other reason than he's a complete and total *WANKER*!!!


I have held my tongue and my rage for the longest time now on the subject of my own faction and nobody in this entire company can blame me for loosing my shit now...especially in the light of the only person in the group that I had any actual view of respect for in Elijah actually up and quitting on us.

{The furious look disappears just a little bit as Ryo runs his hands through his hair, trying to calm the mayhem there}

Ryo: Seriously, Elijah...what was the real point of you quitting like that? I can understand quitting on Jack for the shit that he keeps pulling each and every week with this fucking "Deborah" BS...but you fucking quit on *ME*, Elijah. I showed you nothing but respect and was looking forward to working with a proper villain like you but instead you just up and quit with a half assed reason behind it. 


And trust me, after I've worked for places like Pro Wrestling Nova and listening to the whiny bitches there that want title matches, I know a weak half-assed reason when I hear it, buddy boy.


But you see here is the reason why I'm staying loyal to the road that's a ahead of me at this freaking moment and that is because I believe in it. I'm going to stay the course until the course leads me away from the Blacklist, pure and simple. 


But I swear, the next fucking time that you step outta line *JACK* and leave one of your Blacklist Brothers hanging like you did me, you'll have something bigger to worry about then your fucking "Debroahs"!


Do you understand me, Carbrone? 

{Ryo then takes a moment to compose himself by closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before he turns his attention back to the camera}

Ryo: And speaking of dipshits...hello there, Bada.

I remember how when I first came here to the Omega Wrestling Alliance, you kept trying to force your singular insular piece of shitwork direction onto me week after week, then you told me that one day I would see the truth and that I'd come begging to join you.


Hate to be the teller of reality, Bada, but that little bit of "fortune telling" isn't going to happen.


Ever.


And the reason for that is simple because your agenda is something so cartoony and out of date, you might as well have pulled it from some fourth party badly written mobile game and that's the only nice thing that I can say about you or your odds against me in this match, Bada. 


And to make matters even more important for you, Bada, as this match is a ThunderDome Qualifier which as we both know is a real flucster cuck of a match when everything is boiled right down to it and this year, I fully intend to be apart of the ThunderDome and come out of it the winner because unlike certain little no talent *fucks* like yourself, I'm an actual wrestler and despite certain...setbacks that keep happening, that hasn't changed and nor will it because at Olympus this week, you're going to get a first hand look at what the future winner of the twenty twenty one ThunderDome will do in order to get shit *done*.

And there's not a damned thing that you can do about it.

{The screen fades to black}

“So, how long have you known Nobi?”

A voice in the background begins to ask as the feed opens up to the sight of Devin Mitchell sitting in a chair within a dark room, a stone cold look on his face before bringing his attention to the man behind the camera. Devin takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, letting a moment or two pass before opening his eyes, and allowing a small shrug.

“A couple of months, maybe less… It's hard to tell, because I used to hear great stories about this man, and then it turned to something darker the deeper I delved into the rabbit hole. It’s hard to watch a man be so jolly and friendly when he’s the kind of man to sacrifice his wife and his friend to be kidnapped and let them be physically abused the way they did. Hard to look into the eyes of a man who smiles all the time and makes everything seem so perfect in his life--and then you know all of the horrible shit he’s done.”

“...interesting,” The man began to write down on the clipboard. Taking notes of what Devin has already spoken about beforehand and what he’s just said now. “It’s interesting how things have taken such a turn, Mr. Mitchell. I’m sure that this brand new friend of yours is someone that a whole lot of people can get along with - judging by what you’ve already said before - but this is… something, it’s rather hard to believe when you think about it, but I understand where your worries lie, Mr. Mitchell. We’ll get to the bottom of this very shortly, my team is working on it as we speak. Now, would you like to have a moment to yourself? Maybe take a drink whilst I consult with my team about this.”

Devin looks to the small glass of water to his side and then brings his attention back to the man standing right in front of him, giving him a gentle nod as he soon escorts himself from the room. Devin is now left all by himself and now holding the glass of water in his hand, observing it before taking a quick gulp from it and placing it back down to where it was beforehand. Devin leans back in the chair he’s seated at and looks around the room, surveying his surroundings--before bringing his attention to the camera that continued to record Devin. There’s a cocky smile on his face as he reaches into his leather jacket pocket and pulls out his packet of cigarettes, opening the pack and grabbing a cigarette by his teeth to pull it out of the pack and into his mouth. A large grin grew on his mouth.

“A second chance. A second wind. That proverbial chance that I needed in my career.”

Pulling out a black lighter with The Corsairs logo printed on the side, Devin lights up the cigarette and takes a drag from it before keeping it between his fingers and placing his hand down on the arm rest, flicking the ashes down onto the floor.

“A chance to head into the biggest match of my short-lived career here in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, heading into a more violent version of the Thunderdome where I could become the Omega Heavyweight Champion. The thing is that I’m not here for the would be’s or the what if’s but I’m here to prove something, and to prove why I should be here, and why I belonged in The Corsairs. That’s what it’s always been about, it’s been about proving the ground that I walk along, it’s been about proving what I can become and proving what I can be when the chips are placed down. It’s all about proving yourself, is it not? That’s what it’s always been about, has it not been? I’m sure you know those kinds of grounds, Nobi. I’m sure you’ve been there before, trying to prove yourself when being held up to a high regard, and people still holding onto the hope that you are keeping that high regard to this date. That’s where myself and you kind of share some relations, Nobi. We’ve both debuted here in this company and we both have had the big championship matches early on in our careers. I’m close to mine, you debuted in the main event scene, and that’s something I could only wish for.”

“You became a hero to many, a role model to all, an icon to those who couldn’t help themselves, and that’s what you became the image of. You became that image of what it means to be the hero. You were the hero and nobody could ever take that moniker from you. That’s what you always brought to the table, Nobi. You always brought that kind of energy with you, that energy being the hero of the room, and having that presence that’s so strong and so durable that it made anyone feel safe when you were around. But the more I see that from you, Nobi--the more disgusted I become knowing how much of a horrible person you really are, but I know you too well to know you’ll deflect every single thing but let’s be real here, Nobi. You were dreading the moment anyone could finally expose you for the ‘hero’ you pretended to be for the past nine years you’ve been wrestling. Nine fucking years for you to be pretending to be this kind of good guy, hero, protagonist to everything. How much more were you going to hold onto that persona of yours where you’re the nicest and sweetest person ever when I’ve heard you call people ‘retarded’ or ‘ faggots’ -- these kinds of slurs doesn’t bode well for you in the year of 2021. That’s a hate crime in itself, Nobi.”

Though there’s a clear look of disgust using the words himself, there’s a feeling of disappointment inside of Devin Mitchell knowing all of the horrible kinds of stuff that Nobi’s done within the past nine years of his career--and something that’s been rapidly climbing within the past year or two.

“I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I’ve known you for a very long time, Nobi. I don’t really know you out of the past couple of months I’ve been here and have heard of you. But when I heard some of these people that have come up to me ahead of this match and told me all of the horrible shit you’ve done, I began to question myself and wondered if you are as twisted and criminally insane as they said you were. Let me just pull out my phone and read through the notes upon notes of what I’ve heard recently about you, Nobi.”

Devi brings the cigarette to his mouth so he could use his hand to reach into his jacket pocket and pull out his phone, a couple of taps later and Devin begins to smile, reading through these ‘notes’ he’s got on Nobi from outside sources. There’s a lighthearted chuckle that comes from Devin as he brings the cigarette out of his mouth.

“These notes have come in anonymously -- and I will not be revealing the names of those who have told me in person -- but it only felt right knowing that the truth has to be revealed, don’t you think so, Nobi? I mean, these claims that you’ve abused your wife and now she’s apparently gone missing - not being seen in months - is out of this world and completely beyond belief to me, Nobi. You’re a wifebeater, and I thought it was bad enough when we had Jack Daniels around, but you’re just… a step above misogyny. There’s also claims of being a massive racist and having cotton fields near your home in Hollywood, whilst also claiming to have this ‘n-word pass’ that you forced a black man to give you so you could feel satisfied, maybe that’s how you got that pass you gave Jeff at Wrestle Spirit… huh? And let’s not go into the claims of you being on Jeffery Epstein’s Island with all of the rest of the Hollywood actors and actresses, I wouldn’t like to know the kind of things you’ve done to those children on the island and even off of the island. You’re a pedophile, you’re a rapist, you’re a slave owner, and you’re a fucking wifebeater- along with so much more shit piled onto what’s there already. Which is why I’m here being interviewed and brought in for questioning because I’m doing my part for the community, and doing my part for the sport, and for the company that is the Omega Wrestling Alliance. I’m not here for tolerating scumbag criminals like you, Nobi. I don’t even want to touch some kind of scum like you, disgusting piece of fucking shit.”

“Which is why when I do my part for the community and take you out of this company, this sport, and behind fucking bars where you belong--they’ll have no other choice but to reward me with the shot at the Thunderdome spot and one step closer to becoming and holding the Omega Heavyweight Championship in my hands. You’ve had time and time and fucking time again to prove your namesake and to fucking prove you belonged in the main event spot but we all know where you belonged and that’s at the bottom of the fucking barrel in this company. I’m not here for the show and telling, I’m not here for the fun and games that there is around here on the brand, and I - for sure - am not here to be the pleasurement and excitement for some sick fucking bastard like you, Nobi. I ask you one thing, Nobi. I want you to come to Olympus and I want you to fight for your fucking life because when I beat the fucking shit out of you, you’ll be fighting for your life in jail and I want you to prepare yourself for when that happens. You want to become the main event again, Nobi? Nah, I don’t think so, but you’ll be the main event for the bar of soap dropping in the showers inside of those prisons. It’ll be fine anyway when you think about it, they’ll treat you the same way that you treated your mother supposedly… and fucking rape you to kill any kind of dignity that you had left in that cold and emptied shell.”

“I can’t wait to hear what kind of bullshit you come up with to defend yourself, Nobi. I’ll be seeing you very soon.”

Devin places his phone back into his jacket pocket and brings the cigarette back to his mouth to take one final drag from it until it reaches the butt of the cigarette before flicking it away. Taking a deep breath and exhaling the smoke through his nose, keeping the largest grin on his face as the door to the room opens up again and the man walks past the camera again to take a seat out of the shot like before. Devin reaches down onto the counter again and takes the final gulp of the glass of water--before he could bring his focus back to the man sitting right in front of him.

“So, are we ready to begin again or do you need a few more minutes? There’s no rush whatsoever with how you take things.”

He takes another deep breath and keeps a grin on his face as he looks up to the man that sits right in front of him, showing a slight smirk on his face as he does so.

“I’m ready to continue.”

The feed then cuts to black with the words ‘TO BE CONTINUED’ appearing before they fade to the feed coming to an end.

**NICO SENT ME THIS PROMO OVER EMAIL BEFORE THE DEADLINE. I JUST SAW IT NOW. POSTING IT ON HIS BEHALF.**


HARMAN ARDELEAN PROMO:



THE RETURN OF THE KANG
OR...
2021: A COSMIC CARAVAN


Once in every generation comes a man who breaks all the rules, who tears up the book, pisses in the sink like an animal and just about everything yo big fat momma tells you not to. Society would like to control this man. But it can't. He'll never change. No, it's always the world that gets turned upside down and has to change just to accomodate him. Harmful stereotypes will tell you this man is a Gypsy or a traveller. In this case, the stereotype is completely wrong and misguided because, you see... This generation is not defined by one Gypsy but TWO... Two Romani World Wanderers. A veritable caravan.


Oh how it's good to be back. You'll never get rid of me, you know? Kang's never die, after all. We just find somewhere else to roam for a while. Saying that... I'd be lying if I said this Harman was exactly how he was when he left you.You see... The Man That VAR Forgot has become The MANAGER That VAR Forgot. As you know by now, I and Mark Michaels have decided to pool our resources together. You'll see us together a lot from now on and I know that's got a lot of people a little bit anxious because even one wily traveller in this sport is dangerous enough. Keeping your eyes on two... well that's not cricket is it lads?


So why'd I come back then? Is it the money, am I broke? Nah. I used to say I was the hottest free agent in professional wrestling while barely holding down a gig but now... Now I'm a corporate personhood. Harman Ardelean Management Consultants. Specialists in Caravans, Cool, Cervixes, and Cultural Sensitivity. What's the difference? Mostly tax incentives. Needless to say, I'm living large, even for a KANG. But I have to say if you really push me about why I'm here I guess something about Nico Borg's cult rubbed off on me. The reasons I'm here now are a lot bigger than the laugh and tickle of before. They say Christ was born into a manger. The first gifts he ever had came from 3 wise men from a long ways off who came following the stars. Sounds an awful lot like travellers to me.  Well what I'm sayi g is we're going to say how much the big man upstairs remembers, and how much God loves a Romani because me and Mark Michaels, our eyes are also set on the stars.


Our eyes and everyone's else it seems. Because these days it seems like success is measured in rocket emojis. Elon Musk. Jeff Bezos. That Virgin mop. #GME  everybodys going to the moon. I think it all got me thinking these crazy thoughts. I've walked this whole world twice. Completed it, mate. Been a champ. Joined a cult. I've done it all. And once you've seen enough of this green earth well it all just starts to get so fucking boring. And that's when I thought it....


Isn't it about time we put a caravan into outer orbit?


I mean... Think about it. The greatest voyage of humankind's history. The greatest leap into the unknown since... ever. To travel where no trvaller has been before. Who better to send than few Roma lads and ladettes? I mean, it's just a matter of experience isn't it? We've earned that right. But the sad truth is that nobody is just going to give us that opportunity. Nobody will give us the credit. Elon Musk doesn't even care about his own employees. He named his child X Æ A-12. Do you think he cares about anything but wanking massive metaphorical rocket cock?


I'm uncomfortable being bound. That's the traveller blood. I need to roam and I know that all of my offspring out there will one day feel the same. But we have to take our opportunities for ourselves. And that's why Mark Michaels, Harman Ardelean. The Cosmic Caravan has begun it's journey right here in OWA. We're going to go where no Gypsy has gone before. Caravans on Mars. Horse Shows in Uranus. The World Title! Did I just say that? I did. It has nothing at all the fuck to do with space but I will get Mark Michaels there too.


And in the meantime, Eon Blue... Your name is one letter off Elon. So obviously no hard feelings but I'm going to use you as a surrogate to live out my fantasies of having a battle of the billionaries with Musk on his death star. Be thankful there's no airlock to be cast out of. However, I am a Jedi, and I will use my mind tricks to confuse the referee so that I can punch you in the dick with noone there to stop me. Thanks for understanding.


#Dogecoin
#TooTheMoon
#CosmicCaravan

Dr. Udy Ryland is sitting at his desk. The wolf themed steam punk mask , the metal wolf mask and the face mask with kit right eye infront of him.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to another session with the one who cures all, the elixir of misconstrued minds, the creator of vivid nightmare that's dream, YOURS TRULY, Dr. Ryland."

Ryland looks at the masks and smirks.

"Ghazal aisa hain zindagi ka ,qismat ki talwar ghayal kare har kisi ko. The song of life can take wound the Goliath even Theo Pavel. You must surely be sore losing the outlaw championship but lil Theo, you must understand that it's not the end of life. I want to listen Mr. Theo."

Ryland takes a sip of the water.

"Mr. Theo I have seen the worse of deranged minds. I have seen a lycanthrope, I have seen a psychopath crusader and a man child. The same entire array of a-z you can say but you still baffle me. What I don't get is what you think and what you do. You have friends in high places and you have powerful allies. Yet you always fail miserably. The onus is on you just as the blame. But Mr Pavel being your doctor, your friend, philosopher and guide , I won't burden with your negatives"

Ryland smirks again and looks at a idol of Kalki.

"Jo kare paap, vinash aye uspe. You haven't done a sin, your problem is medical and curable.  You didn't expect a loss I understand but you must understand you lost to a better man. You must accept the truth. As your appointed psychologist, I want you to accept the fact, the truth that Udy the better man has beaten you. You must stop being a sore loser and give up your quest. You must stay away from violence and walk away because.."

Ryland smashes the things infront of him and stands up fuming suddenly.

He moves too fast humanly possible and takes the sword from Kalki idol and brandishes it with a crazed look.

"Ankh ke badle ankh sabko kare andha...you must refrain from revenge because if yku don't, you will be blind. You will face your conscience itself this Kingdom Mr Pavel. So its better you don't show up coz if you do, Dr Ryland will have to show up and lobotomize you. That won't be good would it?"

Dr. Ryland smiles jovially to end the segment.