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PART II

(With Shea now done talking, Elijah takes off his shades. He had to keep them on because if he didn’t, he knew he would get spit in his eyes from Shea’s constant yelling. He also takes off his AirPods Max because if he didn’t keep them on, he would now be deaf. Elijah shoots Shea a dirty look. His jaw clenching, his fists rolled up. But he quickly calms himself down because anger isn’t his thing, it’s Shea’s. Elijah is cool as the other side of the pillow. He is the cat’s pajamas.)

Elijah: It’s March madness, but I ain’t mad. I’m chillin. Chillin like a villain. That’s what I am to you, right? You don’t like me, I get it. And it’s not even because of myself, really. I’m dope. I do dope things. I live a dope life. You simply can’t hate Hampton. It’s not right and if you somehow genuinely do, just know, you’re in the wrong...and you should feel like a piece of shit because hello, you are. Seek therapy or something. No, what you don’t like are the people I associate myself with. We bad. But like the good bad, you know? Yeah, you know. You wish we would conduct ourselves better. You plead to the heavens that we would handle our business in a more friendly way. You want us to play by the rules. You want us to color inside the lines. Fair and square. But I don’t care. Bars. There’s nothing wrong with cutting corners. It’s about efficiency. It’s about getting ahead and the Ashes of the Wake... are ahead. They are at the very tippy-top and it will stay that way. Especially after they trimmed the fat and added two new highly valuable and motivated members in Shea Flaherty and Elijah Hampton. WHAT A MOVE, OH MY GOD! SCOOPING UP THOSE GUYS? WOW!!!! Give Havoc a round of applause, because he sure knows how to recruit! Then again, it takes two to tango. Or in our case, a trio to tango. We quickly agreed to terms. It was a no-brainer for all parties involved. It was beneficial all around. Well, except for those who dare oppose us. Bless their hearts. Actually no. You get no blessings from me. You fucked up, not me. Your name might as well be Jacob Knight. ‘Cause like, he’s a fuck up, HAHAHAHA...HA. I added one last ha for good measure. Just wanted to point that out. Felt important. But I tried. I really did. I tried to be nice to the guy. Tried to give him some words of encouragement. Gave him positive vibes. Gave him everything other than a fruit basket. And yet he still tried it. Tried to besmirch my name. Tried to physically harm me by putting his hands on me like the rude person he is. Unbelievable! Like I said earlier, we trimmed the fat and I might as well have had a cleaver in my hand last week because I was the butcher. Slicing and dicing. Choppin and poppin. Cuttin and...and...SHUT UP! You get the gist. I recall the last words I uttered before our match. I said, “We will come out of this stronger than ever. I can promise you that.” AND I AINT NEVER LIED! Too busy speaking facts. Too busy being right. It is what it is. But like, when I told him we, I wasn’t speaking about him and I like my name’s Halsey. I was talking about The Ashes of the Wake as a whole. And that’s what we accomplished. Ashes of the Wake, they improved. They upgraded. It’s as clear as day! WE ARE STRONGER THAN EVER! While groups such as Shin-SEKAI are making lateral moves at best. Because they are desperate. A sinking ship. And their leader over there, Moongoose, is trying to cover up the bullet holes with duct tape. A temporary fix for a permanent problem is not going to work. Just like the team of Kenneth and Solomon isn’t going to work.

Not against a well-oiled machine such as ourselves, at least. But I get it. They’ll tell you otherwise. That even though they aren’t on the same page, hell, they aren’t even in the same chapter...they’ll still come to an understanding and hold hands as they fight the good fight against a common enemy. It almost brings a tear to my eye. Almost. I don’t cry, anyway. Too manly. TOO DANGEROUS FOR SUCH EMOTIONS! But yeah, let’s cut to the chase. This is a match. That’s it. Just a match. Not a dream one. Not one I’ve been clamoring for. Not one the people have been dying to see for the longest. It’s just meh. Even with Elijah Hampton and Shea Flaherty involved, it’s still whatever. And it’s because of the opponents we face. All their fault. The blood is on their hands. Their own. Because let’s not forget how tough I am. Let’s not forget Hardcore Hampton is very real! Real. Something Solomon isn’t. He refuses to live in reality. He’s delusional. Very, very delusional. He doesn’t know his worth. He doesn’t know where he is on the food chain. Thinking he’s not the prey, but the predator. Cute. Referring to himself as a bear. Don’t poke the bear right? Or better yet don’t stir the hornet’s nest. You just love to throw around reckless cliches huh? Bear? Sure. If it’s stuffed and has buttons for eyes. A hornet? Sure, if you’re green and are Seth Rogen. Rekt. I get you though. I get your whole shtick. You like pain. You like inflicting it. So you’ve made the move to wrestling, where violence is not only allowed, but welcomed. A tough-guy persona. Which is quite puzzling because there’s nothing tough about you. Not even your scribbled on tattoos. That’s why when you talk this big game, coming from you of all people, you aren’t treated as a threat by your peers. You’re overlooked. And for good reason. You just aren’t that dude. You’re the new MAELSTROM. A guy in Shin-SEKAI and well, nothing else. You add no value. You’re just a prop. Just a body to Moongoose. A guy in Shin-SEKAI. That’s what you will be known for. But hey, take what you can get because before this, you were...well, you were nothing. Nothing but a JAG. Just. Another. Guy. And the person you are teaming with, is the same. A partner you don’t want to team with. A partner you think you’re too good for. Can’t relate. It’s all love when it comes to Shea and I. We are a cohesive unit. Always thinking the same thing. Always having each other’s backs. No questions asked! We have never bickered. We have never fought. Because we share the same goal at the end of the day and our eyes are locked on the prize. We know what we must do. We know what must be done. But until then, we must lower ourselves and fight the likes of you two. Dragging ourselves down to your level. Sucks for us, but it’s quite an honor for you. Listen to me. I’m the voice of reason. A soothing, calming voice. A voice you could listen to for not just hours, but days. I speak with confidence. I speak with purpose. I command a room. Kenneth and Solomon do not. I don’t get Kenneth. He doesn’t click with me. I know that’s just gonna eat away at you. Not being my cup of tea, it sure hurts. But you like to sing. Cool. I like to sing too. I have a voice of an angel and a heart of a devil. And I wish Kenneth, I so wish I could sing your praises right here, right now..to give you your props, but I just can’t because well...there is nothing to praise, whether it comes from a wrestling standpoint or a singing one. Chairs wouldn’t turn around for your voice. Call me Randy Jackson because when it comes to you, it's a no from me, dawg. Go on insert country name here Got Talent, and you’ll be met with the three judges’ red X from above, stopping your performance. And this week, Shea and I, we are going to stop you. Stopping you from creating even a snippet of buzz. Stopping you from getting the win. Stopping you in your tracks. In return, you should stop, too. Kenneth, stop singing. You're trash. Solomon, stop saying such dumb shit. That’s Shea’s thing...get your own thing, okay? K.

Shea: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?! YOU’RE DEAD!!

(Shea grabs Elijah by his turtleneck, which sets off Elijah. Nobody touches his turtleneck and lives to see another day! They are about to come to blows, but Roy manages to get in between them and stops the brawl, the scene fades to black.)

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Christopher Sabertooth, Alyssa Grace and Shea Flaherty have spoken. It’s such good shit!

It’s like a clock. Tick Tock, the hands wind down. Time goes and goes, and it seems inevitable that whatever is not on this schedule of a circus, fuckery was bound to happen. The fuckery for now happens to be the insist claim to let people who very well hate each other continue to battle together. I wouldn’t say it’s a powder keg because that would mean I’d have to admit that RD3 is able to be an explosive nuisance but in reality, he’s just a smoke bomb. Exciting to hear the name but when put in practice it’s very uneventful and leaves a stain on the concrete. That’s what he is, and that’s what he always will be. But I guess that’s what we’re relegated to now. Something of a sort of enforcers to corner the undeserving. And the palette cleanser of this now fucking putrid estate known as OWA. And in that regard, I can say that I am sort of proud, being the one that is basically a gatekeeper of this place. Because in that regard I can still relegate what filth gets in here. I still hate it and I don’t want to acknowledge what is happening anymore because of it. Due to this I’m in a pickle once again. Due to the arrogance and ineptness of one Scott Oasis, I am once again back peddled to be an enforcer for one Savannah Sunshine. Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long ass time. And if I were to remember there is nothing of note with her.

Like I may be an ass, I may just be misremembering, or she may have been hot shit when I was away, but even then, whatever impact she had was not missed and not as impactful as one would have thought. Yet she’s back ready to do whatever she was doing. I don’t understand it, I don’t want to understand it, but I want her and MYOJIN to listen to me for once. You both, you clutter of garbage, your insignificant specks, you are in my way. You’re not supposed to be my problem, you’re not even supposed to be on my radar. The fact that you are just goes to show that management themselves have decided to be a cancer to their own fucking employees. They dare put me in another tag team match, ME, the fucking Cinder King? I came back to fight for titles, and I have done so. I have created different realities, given weapons so wars could be waged against groups. I was the United States for a few months, instigating, deliberating, and stoking the flames of a war in the background. And yet here I am, relegated to taking this trash out. Now why, why is that. Can you two answer that for me? Are you able to? Do you even understand what is happening here? No, you don’t. You don’t know that you’ve been sent into an early retirement where the dreams of playing bingo in a fucking dance hall reside all because you’ve decided to come back and face me.

As much as I am happy to diffuse and crush any dream that involved becoming something more than the lowest of trash, then I am that person. But to just relegate me to this role, is nonsense. My talent is immeasurable, my talent is indescribable, and yet here I am. Sav, MYOJIN, it’s not even your god damn fault honestly. They could’ve put anyone against you. Hell, they could have just put RD3 and someone else against you and called it a day. But they decided to mess with my fucking day and my fucking week by putting me in this match. Is this punishment? Is this Hell? Or is this what I get just for trusting that Scott Oasis wasn’t what I knew what he was, a god damn bum. He fucking threw me in this match just to mess with me I know it, but the bad thing about it is the fact that you both have to feel my anger. I’m angry, I’m livid, I’m going to shove my foot up someone’s ass and I don’t know who it’s going to be. If anything after this match I can take out RD3, just merc him in the middle of the ring so that me and him can be done with. Because if I have to do this again, I’m going to end Oasis, and then I’m going to go to Olympus and end Mstislav, and the to the other brands ending every fucking owner until I get my way. Because I am supposed to be in this title match. Jeff X lost to me, Arata will lose to me, and Havoc is an inch away from being irrelevant that he will end up losing to me. I am a god amongst men, and this is how I am treated. The more I talk, the more I let this stagnant the angrier I will be. Sav, MYOJIN, it’s not your fault, but you’re going to get the brunt of my aggression, and once you’re done for, I’m getting everyone else after that.

Aria Jaxon and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Kingdom #1

“ two teams each made of bitter rivals that barely tolerate each other. What should keep either from falling apart in the days leading up to Final Destination? What should become of either side when the an opportunity for each man to find his own glory comes at the price of his ally? And what part does Jacob Nighttime have to play in all this? I say to all those who hear my voice that all things are held in the hands of the ones who sent me. And by their will they have paved a path that will lead to my ultimate victory and their ultimate glory.
Listen, hearthe thunderous sound of silence, the quiet before the storm. How silence can speak louder than any words. We delight in the silence of our enemies. It says more of how they respect our might, how they fear for their own bodies, how they tremble with cowardice. And while they surely will respond with faux Bravdo and false confidence, seeing them stand in silent awe of the might and power that we possess more than invalidates anything that would fall from their mouths. I speak of course of how the next to fall into my hands are are Elijah Hampton and ashes Flaherty. And while they are despicable cowards they at least have shown to not be fools. They knew better than to stir up the hornet’s nest, they knew better than to poke the bear. They kept their mouths shut, so their reward will be a swift and immediate mutilation by my hands. Such is the fate of someone as vain and self obsessed as Hampton. Son you may have seen yourself as a god amongst men, to me you’re nothing more than flea on a dog’s back. You are so sure of yourself, you can do it all, even one as who has as many gifts as you claim to possess cannot overcome the will of the ones who sent me. I doubt you would even be able to overcome the golden voice were you to battle him one on one. Soon the time will come when you see that the only reward for vanity, it to watch your looks erode, to see your skills deteriorate, and to spend your final days being mocked and scolded by the youth of the next generation. So Elijah, consider the pain you are going to experience but a slap on the wrist. The true agony will come next week when you look back on the moments before I was able to get my hands on you. The moments when you could move without pain shooting through your entire body, when every time you take a labored breath you remember you gasping for mercy, when you are forced to do nothing more than lay in bed and long for the days before I left you a broken crippled whose life amounted to nothing more than a cautionary tale. And Shea Flaherty do you think yourself any better? That because you love for the sport and pride yourself in Competition that you are somehow worthy of seeing the world to come, that you are strong enough to survive the great fire? I tell you now that what we do is not sport, it is no game, this is survival of the fittest. And from what my masters have whispered in my ears of you, you have no share in their coming kingdom.

Mock us if you will, but the words I have spoken are true. They are strong and unyielding as iron. They are more Weighty then a great mountain. And their truth I shall lay bare when the world sees me rend and tear the flesh from your bones. When they hear your screams of agony. When they weep over the bloody heaps that were once called Shea Flaherty and Elijah Hampton. I have said Enough for now, the time for preparation has come. Enjoy these last few fleeting moments, these moments before the unspeakable horrors I will unleash upon you. For to break your bodies and leave your remains as tribute is the order of the ones who have sent me, and it shall be so.”

Enjoy The Moment

Askin, North Carolina

March 14, 2021

THWACK!

The blade of the axe slices straight through the block of wood, splitting it into two pieces. Jeff X drives the axe into a nearby stump and grabs both pieces, tossing them into a pile of wooden logs that all closely resemble one another. His plain gray t-shirt is soaked in his own sweat and you get the sense that Jeff has been out here chopping wood for quite some time. He grabs another log and stands it up in front of him, staring at it for a moment before lifting the axe high over his head and slamming it down, slicing it through it as if it were nothing more than a stick of butter.

“Betrayal.”

THWACK! - another log bites the dust.

“It’s been a long, long time since I’ve felt the kind of sting that comes from betrayal. Primarily because I learned at a young age that most people simply cannot be trusted and that it’s easier to walk through this world and especially this business alone. But over the course of the last year, times haven’t exactly been normal. Desperate times called for desperate measures and I was left with little choice other than to form the Frontline and stack it with a few men who had the like-minded traits I was looking for. Men without fear, men with grit and determination, never willing to back down from a fight. Men with integrity. That when they looked you in the eyes and told you something...you knew they meant it. I thought I had found the perfect collection of men. The ONLY people left on this brand who exemplified the things that are actually right about this industry. And for the most part, the individuals chosen were the perfect candidates. Theodor Pavel, Michael Bishop, Ryo Sakazaki. All three were everything I could have asked for out of a Frontline member. All three are my brothers. All three I’d die for without hesitation. But there was one rat amongst us. One spineless little fuck...Arata Asakura. I should have listened to Ryo when he voiced his concerns months ago. That was my fault. I bought into your bullshit persona you’ve put on for the last year and a half and I paid for it. Mike paid for it. Because here you stand...having become the very thing we’ve spent the last year trying to eradicate. It’s fitting you’ll be standing side by side with Chris and Maverick this week, Arata. Because you’re no better than they are. If anything, you’re worse. At least they’ve never hid from the fact their worthless pieces of shit. They’ve always owned it, I’ll give them that. But you? You lied, manipulated, and deceived us all. You never cared about the Frontline...never cared about Kingdom. You never cared about any of the reasons we were fighting at all. Only about yourself. I’m ashamed of that fact that I allowed you to stand by our side for as long as I did. It feels as if I let down everyone by not seeing you for what you really were months ago...especially with Ryo screaming it in my ear every time he got a chance. And even worse yet...when I finally did figure it out, my own rage overcame any sound logic or reasoning. I allowed you to weasel your way into a match that you’ve never had any business being in. But that’s fine. You can have your shining moment at Final Destination, Arata. You can finally step up to the plate with the actual players of this brand. But make no mistake about it...once we get there. When the bright lights are shining in Los Angeles, the main event of Final Destination...your big moment is going to drastically alter into the grim reality that you’re going to be inside the ring with me. And not a version of me that had just competed in a three way tag match. Not a variation of me that had just been jumped and bloodied by a K-Pop band in hoods. But rather...the blood-thirsty me that’s coming for vengeance, justice, and the championship that was stolen from my grasp in the first place.”

THWACK!

The axe slices another log in half. Jeff tosses the pieces into the pile and reaches down, grabbing his beer from a nearby stump and taking a swig of it, before lighting up a cigarette.

“I’m not sure what drove you to such lengths, Arata. Jealousy, I’d assume. It’s no secret that you’ve always been bitter at having to fall in line behind me and Bishop on the Frontline pecking order. You HATED that I was looked at as the leader of this little group we put together. After all, look at you...former Spartans Champion...won titles all over the world. Why should you ever be viewed as less than me? Well Sunday night on Kingdom, Arata...I’m going to fucking SHOW you. Because as fate would have it, I’m not going to have to wait all the way until Final Destination to get my hands on you. Chris neither. Because somehow, you two are supposed to be expected to find a way to co-exist this week, along with that walking Twitter violation, Maverick. You’ll have to forgive me if I have strong doubts on any of your abilities to do that. Especially when I’ll be standing across the ring from you...with Aria Jaxon and JD Damon at my side.”

Jeff has a seat on the stump now, he takes his shirt and wipes the sweat from his face with it, before taking another swig from his drink.

“How exactly do you three see this going? Chris and Arata have been on opposing sides for the better part of a year. Arata and Mav as well. And the two components of this team that are actually supposed to be cohesive? Maverick and Sabertooth? Shit, that’s a fucking ticking time bomb waiting to happen. We’ve all been seeing it coming for weeks. Maverick with that same look in his eyes that Arata’s had since Civil War. Sick of playing the low man on the totem pole and following Chris’ orders. We all know it’s only a matter of time before he eventually makes his move and tries to usurp the Ashes from Chris entirely. I know it, Mav knows it, the fans know it...I bet even Chris knows it. Only problem is he hasn’t had the time to deal with that threat yet because he knows that he still hasn’t managed to deal with the much bigger threat in front of him...me. But trust me Chris...you’re only going to be able to put off that problem for so long. There’s a storm brewing within the ranks of the Ashes and sooner and later, it’s going to come to a head. Hell, who knows...might even be this week. Maybe Maverick was inspired by Arata’s actions and he’ll follow his lead. Now does that concern you? Probably not. Why should it? After all, Maverick’s proven to be far more dangerous online than he ever has inside the ring. But still..sometimes the greatest threats come from within and Maverick is still probably a little salty that you took Hana off the market, leaving him forced to lust after the worst Sugar Girl in the process. So now here you are Chris...teaming with one man who wants your faction and another who wants your title while facing off against the one man you can’t seem to get rid of. Do you think this story is going to have a happy ending for you? The only solace you’ll be able to take out of this, is that no matter what happens on Kingdom, you’ll be walking out of the arena as the OWA World Champion...and I want you to enjoy that. Savor it...because it’s the last fucking time you ever will.”

Jeff takes another long drag from the Marlboro before pressing on.

“And I know what you’re all thinking...how could I talk so much about how the opposing team will struggle to gel together, when my own teammates are set to face off themselves at Final Destination. Maybe you have a point. Aria and JD are indeed booked to square off for the Spartans Championship in a match that I have no doubt is going to blow the damn roof off the place, but I counter with this...do you remember Civil War? Because I do. I guarantee you that Aria and JD do as well. We lost Kenny Drake that day at the hands of the Ashes and Abholos. I sat in that funeral and I saw Aria and JD...tears in their eyes...mourning the loss of one of their oldest and closest friends. Do you think they just forgot about that after a few short months? Do you not think that they realize that this match right here is a beautiful chance to seek out a small bit of vengeance for the heartbreak that the Ashes caused that night? I can still hear the sounds of JD screaming Kenny’s name. I can still see Aria Jaxon with tears forming in her eyes. You can say what you want to about the personas we all try to portray, but that...that was genuine. It was raw, passionate emotion. Do you really think that they won’t be able to put some title bout aside for one night to be able to take some of the emotional pain they’ve endured and translate it into physical pain for the three of you. Sure, it’s not going to change anything. Kenny Drake will still be gone long after the bell rings. But I can guarantee you that in that moment...spilling Chris’ blood all over the Staples Center is going to make all of us feel just a little bit better.”

Jeff flicks his cigarette out into the grass. He takes one more drink from the bottle before setting it down and picking the axe back up.

“I’ve been here on Kingdom damn near from the beginning. And this season...this season has been unlike any of the others. It’s been long and strenuous. My body and mind have been mangled in ways I didn’t think possible before. But all of this...all of this shit that has happened has all led us right here...on the cusp of Final Destination...a show I have become fucking synonymous with...with only one Kingdom left. One last chance to make one last statement before heading into the biggest show in the history of our sport. And I damn sure plan on making mine. Sunday night, with the lone wolf to my left and the queen on my right...we will do what we do best when we bring a close to yet another season of Kingdom. And when we’re done...there’s not gonna be any fucking body left for me to close down Final Destination against.”

Jeff swings the axe high above his head and with one quick motion swings it powerfully down over his shoulders again.

THWACK!

[Fade to Black]

Aria Jaxon has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Yokohama Budokan
Yokohama Japan

[Diantha arrives holding her RISE Together trophy. She’s obviously tired from the grueling three matches in one night to claim it, but the bright smile on her face is evidence that in ther mind it was definitely all worth it. Carefully setting the trophy down on a table with microphones and recorders nearby she takes a seat, taking in a deep breath as she does so.]

When Mizuki Nakata and I started this alliance, it was done with mutual respect and admiration. We both knew that we had much in common but enough differences to make a match between us unique. We could have easily went right at it, for nothing more than pride and personal satisfaction but thanks to Wolfgang Symphony interrupting our first meeting, it eventually led us to this, a chance to make or meaning all the more impactful. Now, with the spot of top-ranked contender to the top title here in JET, we can put on a show AND stake a claim to being the next in line to challenge for the title. In some ways, I’m a little saddened that we aren’t going to go for the tag titles. It was understood from the beginning that this is where we would go but during this tournament I’ve become more and more of a fan of how she wrestles and how she carries herself. Even so, this die was cast a long time ago. We were destined to collide and so we shall. With everything we have. We worked hard for this opportunity to put on a show for the world and we will make the most of it, absolutely.

This victory, our victory puts me in an interesting position. As many of you know, I have a match at OWA’s Final Destination for the OWA Women’s World Championship. If I can overcome Mizuki, that means that I will be in line for the JET World Championship as well. So, if you do the math, three wins to claim two belts. Only one person has ever held BOTH titles and that’s Azumi Goto. But no one has ever held them simultaneously. What kind of statement would it be for me to do that? Falling short in the battle royal, losing out on an assured title opportunity, losing in the finals of the Queen of the World tournament, all of these things weighed heavily on my mind. But they are just fuel. Fuel for an eternal fire that few outside of this sport could ever understand. A fire that Mizuki will come across at Cinderella Story when I show the Ace that the power of the West is the strongest power in the wrestling world.

[Diantha takes a moment to admire her trophy, still grinning wide.]

I’m grateful to Mizuki though. I don’t know what happened after I left Mexico, but I have suffered for a long time when it comes to tournaments. As has my brother. Even his trainees have been tainted by this curse. With Mizuki’s help, I was able to finally end that streak. We’ve won world titles, we’ve won massive battle royals, but never a tournament trophy. This means almost as much to me as the world titles of LAW and JET do….and will be a treasured memory of mine for years to come.

[Diantha takes a deep breath before standing up, a slight wince in pain from the immense amount of soreness that she’s experiencing, but even after all that the smile returns.]

I will try to enjoy this, but I won’t have long. Cinderella Story is not far away and neither is Final Destination 3. I have a lot of work ahead of me if I’m going to complete this international double that I have every intention of completing.

I try very hard to find a balance. As much as we all hate to admit to ourselves, we are all greedy in our own ways. I think Stephanie Matsuda mentioned it when we were preparing for the Clash. There’s a lot of things that factor into the atmosphere of a wrestling organization but greed is definitely at the forefront. As greedy as I am, for honor, for titles, for the best competition that I can be provided...I try, TRY to be a good person. I have still a good bit to answer for when it comes to less than savory things that I’ve done in my past. I try to see the best in people, just like the many people who stuck with me through the dark times did for me. This doesn’t make me weaker, it makes me strong. No one can get where they want to go in this sport by themselves. No matter who it is, someone helped them out in some capacity. And deep down, even though none of your Demo Corps friends would say it publicly, I’m sure they have people that they thank for the things they are accomplishing now, even if they do so in private.

I am not stalking you, but you forget that I also have an investment in how title matches play out at this point in time. While I have no business with Roxy and I find her mother outright repulsive as a human being, there was no way I could stand there and just watch what you were trying to do. I couldn’t let you get away with attacking them and sullying a title match like that. I hate to sound like the old boring person in the room, but to me title matches are sacred. Whatever happens in them should stay between the two people involved in them, not people who have title matches down the line. So what I did was make sure that you got the message.

I don’t think you have.

I am not proud of my past, I’m not proud of the mental toll that wrestling has taken on my life. I’m not proud of the obsessive amount of time that I spend criticising myself for every move I make in the ring. But what I AM proud of is the fact that despite my limitations, despite everything that I’ve been through, I keep finding ways to move forward. You’re right.

I stood against you and the Dollhouse when few others would.

I stopped you from winning the Clash...twice.

I stood tall in the Promethean Chamber even after you managed to beat Dulce, something that I had failed to do up to that point in time. Maybe you should stop considering me as a stalker but more and more as an obstacle that YOU DON'T HAVE THE CAPABILITY TO MOVE! I know it eats at your soul, every night when you go into your massive bed and stare into the ceiling at night: A little girl from Louisiana keeps getting in your way and one-upping you over and over and over again. I know what it’s like to have that kind of hole, that kind of hurt in my heart.

You won’t admit it, but even in your heart of hearts you truly wonder if you can ever beat me.

Do I particularly care that Llorona will be the guest referee for our match? Not really. I’m sure that you have some issues that still need solving and settling with her and who is to say she doesn’t return the favor for your sneak attack a few weeks ago? And, I don’t know about you, but I think her pride got a little wounded in that Double Title match fiasco at Amazon Warfare.

The funny thing about Louisianians is that no matter what happens, no matter the weather, we keep fighting back from it. When places like Baton Rouge and Lake Charles and Lafayette are battered by storms, we keep fighting. When people are dealing with the floods in places like Monroe and Alexandria, WHEN ENTIRE TOWNS ARE SMASHED OFF THE MAP like Slidell was after Hurricane Katrina...we battle on. We survive. We continue to move forward and rebuild as best as we can. Everything around us, from the education to the ineffective government to the lack of jobs...all of it screams that we should go. That we should find something else. But we don’t.

It’s how we’re built. We’re survivors. And every interaction I have with you, every match, every conversation, I find more and more evidence that you’re not used to being told no. That you’re not used to adversity. That you just AREN'T BUILT TO BE WORLD CHAMPION. And let me make sure I clarify so that you understand: you physically have all the tools in the world. I’m envious of how strong and athletic you are. You are truly in a class of your own in that department and anyone on Odyssey thinking they are your match in that respect is absolutely fucking delusional.

But you lack the soul. You’ve ALWAYS lacked it. And until you’ve learned to confront your limitations and shortcomings instead of masking them, YOU WILL NOT GET TO THE LEVEL YOU WANT TO BE.

The people don’t love me and respect me because they find me a sympathetic figure. Anybody can be pitied. They love and respect me because I’m open about who I am, what I’m about, that I’m honest about my own limitations, even though in my mind I keep fighting to exceed them. Three matches. Do you understand? Three matches away from immortality and absolute godhood in the wrestling world. Beating you and Llorona to win one title, then beating JET’s Ace and JET’s World Champion. The World title of Odyssey and the top title in Joshi Puroresu are right there. This isn’t just about winning the title that you and the Demo Corps have fought so hard to keep from my grasp.

This is about becoming legendary.

So, one more time we’re going to fight, special referees be damned. I know what to expect from you and you damn sure know what to expect from me. I want to see what kind of progress you’re making on yourself. I know what kind of shape to expect you in. I know you’re going to throw me around like a ragdoll for a little bit. But once you start feeling that fatigue, once you start feeling the full force of my strikes when you’re on wobbly legs, is all your poaching going to keep your wobbly knees from bending? Is all the beauty and all the glamor going to stop your ribs and head from hurting? Will all that money and all that power that you wield keep you breathing, keep you pushing forward?

I don’t think so.

As hard as you are physically, you’re soft mentally. And I’m going to prove it, blow by blow, victory after victory. Then, once I’m done with you, I’ll make my preparations for Final Destination. I’ve tried to reason with you, I’ve tried to be polite in the past. From here on? Only the absolute truth will be told to you.

And the truth is...You are not on my level.

Never have been, never will be. You may be a fighter, but I am a survivor. That’s what makes champions, my Canadian friend. Physically, mentally, spiritually survive. That is what I do better than anyone else in the world.

I won’t even bother addressing the champion, our guest official. She’s going to do what she wants how she wants to do it. All I will say on the matter is that actions have consequences and even though she’s the current Odyssey standard-bearer she’s certainly not immune to my wrath.

Jeff X and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

There is a part of me that feels… disgusted.

When qualifying for Ascension to the Heavens, it should have been because I defeated Alyssa Grace. It should have been because I earned my way into the match. Instead, Viola DeMarco handed me a spot in the match. Now, there is a part of me that’s glad that she went to Scott Oasis and managed to have Odyssey have three spots for the ladder match rather than the usual two. I appreciate that she’s always been someone who wants the best for our brand and provides all of us with as many opportunities as possible. On one hand, it’s a spot at Ascension to the Heavens at FINAL DESTINATION, the biggest show that anyone in OWA could ever compete in. On the other hand, I’ve had this funny feeling in my stomach. I wanted to earn the match. I wanted to feel the satisfaction of winning my match, earning my spot in the match. It’s a bittersweet feeling and I’m aware that there’s going to be people to tell me that I shouldn’t have these feelings. “Dulce, you’re already so accomplished! Feel free to accept this spot!” “Dulce, you work so hard, here’s the free spot!” I would not be shocked if this will be a little controversial. At the same time, it’s not just me who has to deal with this, but Alyssa Grace and Gwen Harper. In a way that makes me feel better, but not really, but I look to collect my victory that I feel like I would have gotten if Gwen didn’t stick her nose where it didn’t belong. At the same time, I plan to get payback fro her actions and realize that she can't do what she wants and not feel the consequences. For the competition in this ladder match, I hope that they’re paying attention because Odyssey has the competition that they are going to need to keep their eyes on going into this match. Most importantly, I’m hoping that they're keeping their eyes on me. The most important reason for that is because there have been people to under look me, but I don’t want people to rely on that approach when dealing with me. I get that people may be focused on Alyssa, Gwen, or any other competitor in the Ascension to the Heavens match, but don’t forget about me. It’s the advice that I am going to be giving to Alyssa and Gwen going into this match.

“You two had your chances! Now, it’s my turn!”

It's going to be another one of these things. Am I going to be facing another woman who is going to complain that I’ve had my moment and that I need to step aside and let them have their moment? I’ve heard it from The Banshee. I've heard it from any other woman who has had an issue with me, Alyssa, or a pillar for being thrust into the spotlight. “You guys get all the opportunities!” “Dulce is the golden girl! She’s Viola’s favorite! ” It’s tiresome to me because I do believe that anyone has the capability of getting that spot for themselves. For someone like Gwen, that was her reason for basically robbing me and Alyssa for finding a clear winner to our match? Because she believes that we aren't deserving of Ascension to the Heavens? Because she believes that the opportunity could have gone to someone else rather than someone who has already had their moment? “What's there to ascend to?” To the Heavens…sorry, I saw the joke there and I needed to make it there. There's always something for someone as established as Dulce Torres to ascend to. We just need to find it. As for someone like Alyssa, she hasn’t been OWA Women's World Champion. Are we really going to put the argument that there's nothing left for her to accomplish? That seems quite amusing to me, but I don't expect someone like Gwen to be that bright. You think that if she was someone bright, she would have realized that hard work would be a huge factor in whether she gets placed in these types of matches. This is what pisses me off about this situation. Why in the world is someone like Gwen rewarded for what she did? Why is she being rewarded for her bad behavior? Why is she not punished for interfering in a qualifying match? This whole thing is funny because she would have nothing to do with this match if it wasn’t for her meddling in our match. There's another thing that I don't understand. If there were going to be two Odyssey talents who went on to compete in Ascension to the Heavens, why didn’t Gwen wait to see if Viola would be another qualifying match? You see, these are the thoughts that I had in my mind. Why not go to Viola and demand an opportunity? Was attacking me and Alyssa really necessary to do? Wasn’t there another way to approach the idea? Viola seems like a reasonable woman. She seems like someone who will do anything to give Gwen an opportunity. Am I the only one that was thinking about that? Am I the only thought that believes that Gwen's approach was unnecessary or are we not supposed to be thinking about this stuff? It's not like I’m questioning anyone and their logic, but I felt like Gwen's situation could have been solved by just going to Viola and asking for an opportunity. It sounds stupid, but I felt like this would have been resolved a lot sooner.

Since Gwen went with the approach she did, she got rewarded for behavior and odds are, she’ll keep pulling this charade when she wants an opportunity. Now, I do believe the execution is poor, but I do admire her that she was willing to get the opportunity that she wants, but the execution was poor. It’s not the way I would have done things, but I guess, I need to move on from the situation. I need to not be down because the three of us in the match qualified for the match in the way that we aren’t happy about, minus Gwen, but defeating her and Alyssa is the goal going into this Odyssey. With that win, it would place a lot of doubt on whether Gwen was ever meant to be in the position that she is. Is she another person who complains about things staying the same when the time comes to prove her worth, she won't deliver? Or is she going to be someone that delivers and proves her worth? I hope for the latter and I’ll be knowing personally if she will prove her worth with this match on Odyssey. It’s going to be three shining stars of Odyssey fighting to gain some momentum for Final Destination and it's going to be a thing of beauty for sure, but I have my heart set on winning the match. It won't be because the mean o’l Dulce Torres can't let whippersnappers like Gwen Harper have a moment to shine or I can’t let someone like Alyssa Grace, who “needs” the victory get some momentum for herself. I have a purpose and that’s to send a message to every other participant in the match and I am going to walk away with that briefcase.

When it comes to the topic of Alyssa Grace, I’m excited to be stepping into the ring with her again. The match against her left off on a depressing note. I bet the both of us would have loved to find a victory in our match. It seems like we'll be getting that closure going into Odyssey, but we have Gwen Harper added to the mix which is going to make things a bit more interesting. It's another body that she is going to need to worry about. I know there is some part of her that wants to get her hands on Gwen. It's the same woman who attacked us and prevented us from advancing to Final Destination. It's the same woman who believes that Alyssa has accomplished everything that she's needed to accomplish while Alyssa still has a couple of things that she needs to accomplish for herself. You can make that argument on me but on Alyssa? That's nothing more than crazy talk. With Alyssa, it's established that I respect her. I respect her guts and determination. I respect everything that she did with the Goddesses Championship. People have waited for her to make her rise to the OWA Women’s World Championship. I thought that it was going to happen at Clash of the Titans. It's shocking that she's not doing anything surrounding that picture, but maybe, that’s where Ascension to the Heavens comes in. That's the biggest opportunity that she has had outside of any championship picture. It almost seems like the match has her name on it. All she needs to do is climb up the ladder and retrieve the briefcase. Competing in this match could be a preview of what we need to expect at Final Destination. There’s going to be a couple more of us to deal with, but I believe that she is going to embrace that challenge like everyone else in the match. I've gone on about how much I respect her. We’ve both have our respectful struggles about how we have gotten so close to something and it's been nothing. We leave the match empty-handed and wondering what else we could have done. I don't want that to happen at Final Destination. She, like Gwen, would love nothing more than to make history, but I want it more than them. This match on Odyssey will be another example of that and as much as Alyssa would love to bounce back from her loss at Clash and get some momentum on her side, we are going to see her fall short. It's unfortunate, but I don't want this to be another instance of Dulce Torres falling short. I want this to be an instance of Dulce Torres getting the job done and winning the match.

Nothing much to say, but Odyssey should be very interesting. Let’s show the other brands that we have the competition to beat. We have the competition that is going to tear the house down at Final Destination, but the winner of Ascension to the Heavens is going to be the one to have her arm raised and that’s going to be me. Alyssa and Gwen will have something to say about that. Alyssa believes that this is her moment to get to the OWA Women's World Championship picture. Gwen wants to use this match at Final Destination to create a star in her. Both different reasonings and solid on their own? I want to use Ascension to the Heavens to add more to my legacy. I want to add more accomplishments to my resume and hopefully, I will be able to redeem myself from my last reign as Women’s World Champion. As Alyssa said, that does leave a bitter taste in my mouth and it something that I haven't been able to get rid of since I lost the title in the most unexpected way. It would be an amazing thing to accomplish. At the moment, Odyssey is my focus. Gwen and Alyssa will bring the smoke into the match, but it's going to be me that brings the fire.

Aria Jaxon, Jeff X and Gwen Harper have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Under normal circumstances I would be eccastic to be given another opportunity under the bright lights, but the fact I am forced to team with others who couldn't even lace up my boots, or better yet are just barriers on my roadblock to success, but that's okay I will go along with the plan and play nice, but when the dust is settled and the war is over everyone is an enemy in my eyes just like Liz Karlson was.

Unfortunately, last week I came up short in beating her, but this is another chance to get my name out there, another chance to showcase that I'm more than a manager. Every company that I've been involved with I was always overlooked because of my looks and inability to achieve success right off the bat.

You all can view me how you want, but at the end of the day even if you view me as the biggest bitch in the world at least you know this bitch puts in work each time regardless of who I'm up against. This match will be no different.

I will be a great contributor if no one gets in my way. If provoked we may have some problems. I would hope we can act like adults instead of children if we want to win. Is that too much to ask for? I aim to win. Let's not screw this up.

Jeff X, HellFighterINC and Devi Krysis have spoken. It’s such good shit!

BROOKES VERSUS AUDREY // DAYDREAMING

The camera shot opens up to the sights and sounds of Anaheim, the beautiful skyline from the early evening view with the sun beginning to set on the day as the wind blows. The city skyline view soon fades into the home apartment of Rebecca Brookes residing in the city of Anaheim, standing by the mirror as she looks to her waist, between her denim blue jeans and the white crop top she wears is her OWA Goddesses Championship. The scarlet red strap wrapped around her waistline as she placed her right hand onto it’s white gold center plate, she looked up and right into her own reflection, right into her own eyes.

“Okay, Audrey… I see you.”

The blonde Californian looked through the mirror and towards the camera that is pointed right at her, she doesn’t speak upon seeing it but she slowly turns around to face it straight on. Keeping her hands on a grip of her championship wrapped around her waist, taking one last peek down onto her title, she finally looks back up with a confident smile to her face.

“I’ve contemplated on whether I should take the easy route and be kind to you for your efforts in trying to prove yourself to not be some kind of harmless rib in the locker room or I should take a more rough route and go hard on everything you do, from the way you speak to your own choice of words to even your immeasurable hot takes. I have thought of them all, Audrey. Little by little, one by one, piece by piece and at the end of the day. I came down to the solution of just… Why not both? I mean, it’s fairly simple when I say that because you know she’s not actually able to stand up against me, right? Her fiercest showing was when I began to talk, and when she did, she decided to counteract and try to do what I did. A shame that someone like you, brand new to the scene, resorts to trying to act like someone else that is leagues better than them. I’m not saying this because I don’t respect you, hell, I’ve only known you for a cup of coffee and you barely look like you could hurt someone--but you act as if I’ve done something onto you, like I’ve done something that you have to fight the apology out of me for.”

“And it’s not as simple as trying to get the upper hand on me, it’s never been like that, you’re just plain stupid to make common sense of your own speech. Shall we start with my biggest pet peeve with you, Audrey? Your lack of knowledge to what language you speak. Now, I don’t know much about you- you could be foreign or something, maybe even a learning disability if that’s the case, but you speak so much broken english that it makes people like Azurine Vebbins sound fluent in posh English. You know that Queen’s English- that posh British accent. The ‘oh blimey, mate, this is some good crumpet!’ or something like ‘mother dear, what would we be having for our tea?’, that kind of thing. People from foreign countries where English isn’t their first language speak far better english than you do, Audrey. People in this company like Theodor Pavel, Hana Nakajima, Nobi, Azumi Goto, there’s so much that can speak better than you--but you, as someone who is born in Saint Louis, The structure in your speech, the way that you speak, everything about what you say. These things doesn’t make sense. It’ll be understandable if you weren’t from America, but.. Saint Louis? Really?”

Rebecca grew a confused look onto her face.

“I know that Missouri is ranked like number thirty as the best states with good education but still, you’re nothing like Alabama or even Arkansas. Terrible states to be in. Absolutely terrible.”

The champion walked through her apartment home, circling around the couch and soon choosing to take a seat down onto it, unstrapping her championship from her waist and resting it on her shoulder. Draping downward as it hangs from where it’s placed. Her hands moved freely as she spoke, using hand movements to gesture how idiotic Audrey sounded to her.

“Bad grammar aside, Audrey, you’ve also proven that you’ve shit yourself when it finally came around for me to speak, and when I did I found out what Audrey is truly like. I saw what you really had in you and to be honest, it was a poor attempt to put fear into me. You’re all about proving yourself, you’re all about wanting to be a good wrestler, you’re all about wanting to win. It’s not that easy. Any other day, Audrey, I’d have seen that happening. Any other day, Audrey, I’d wish you the best of luck in whatever match you may have competed in and told you that you’ll go out there and prove why you deserve your spot on the Odyssey roster. That was basically how I first reacted to you. Remember? Now, I look at you completely differently. You came to me as a threat, you came to me with the sole purpose of beating me, and I don’t take too kindly to such words, Audrey. For someone that acts as if she’s the good and innocent girl in every scenario, the way you speak or the way you put it makes me think you’re not as innocent as they come. Of course, I could be the same with you, and that’s what I’m doing right now because what I find in you isn’t respect for me. It’s not respect for this brand. It’s not respecting my championship.”

“Sure you might not mean any harm, but I’m not letting some silly little girl like you walk around here and say that you’ll beat me and you’ll make me respect you, but the thing is that you’ll never do that as long as I am champion. Disrespect like this doesn’t help you in the long run, Audrey, and doing so to a champion? I had expected better from you on your first day. I really did. I wanted to see better from you. I had ambition. I had hope. I had it all and what did you do, Audrey? You spat it right back into my face and slapped me. I’m sick of what you try to bring to my table. I’m sick of what you try to bring to my roster. I’m sick and tired of the god damn disrespect I constantly get from people and my frustrations are at an all-time high right now. So if you think for one second that I’d let someone like you attempt to walk all over me with the intent of disrespecting me… I will happily snap your freakin’ arm off of your body with no questions asked.”

Keeping a smile on her face, Rebecca grabbed a hold of the left side plate on her championship and leaned forward, holding the Goddesses Championship almost up to the camera. Her smile soon turned to a more stened look on her face, scrunching up her nose as she looked into the camera.

“See, when I head into Final Destination and I’ve got to deal with you, who the hell will remember your name when I have my feet walking along the biggest stage of them all? Who’s going to say ‘hey, it’s Rebecca Brookes, she faced that Audrey chick!’ because I can guarantee absolutely nobody will. I guarantee that by the time Season Four comes around and has begun, you won’t even be around anymore. As a champion, I expect nothing but the BEST of the BEST to take me on. I expect only THE GREATEST to ever come around to face for my championship. I expect only THE ABSOLUTE GODS to try and prove me wrong and I’ve been proven wrong by those before, believe me I have, but if you think I’d let this championship be disrespected as a stepping stone for someone like you then you are very well mistaken, Audrey. If you THINK I would let someone like you tell me that THIS CHAMPIONSHIP THAT I HOLD DEAR doesn’t matter to you, then you are very well mistaken. How dare you, Audrey. Walking into my brand on your first night and telling everyone that this championship right here doesn’t matter to you right now. How dare you indeed.”

“So I’m making this as simple as I can for you, Audrey. So you can understand through that imbecile smooth brain of yours. If you’re going to make your whole thing about you being real, being legit, being able to face the best around--you’re doing it all wrong. You’re doing things all wrong. I’d like to treat all of my contests as if they’re the hardest fights of my life, and I always do make sure that people get treated with respect. But if you try to break my trust in you, it’ll be hard to ever build it back. Audrey Atlas, I will see you this Saturday for Odyssey, but I’d suggest you come wrapped in bubble wrap because I am a very seriously frustrated woman looking to take my anger out on someone. You are that person. A very easy target, in my opinion.”

“This might be your debut, this might be your first showing, but for the sleepy little girl… you’ll be living in a Californian Dream. A dream you’ll never wake up from.”

The Californian Angel blows a kiss into the camera, soon letting the scene fade as she leans back and holds her championship up high for everyone to see clearly.

Fade.

Aria Jaxon and Jeff X have spoken. It’s such good shit!

I've set up everything perfectly and meticulously for Final Destination, and nothing can stop that now. All business.

Does anyone think I really wanted to go all the way to LAW to attack my Dollhouse friend in Roxy?

No, but I had to make sure Roxy didn't do something to change my title match. I buried my personal affairs around the Dollhouse and did what needed to be done to secure what I've worked for.

It was meant to be quick. It was meant to be painless.

But someone couldn't let that happen.

That someone just can't let me have anything or do anything without them being a pain in my ass.

That person is Diantha Rosso. That rancid bitch from the gutters of Louisiana!

Seriously, Diantha, since when did you give a damn about helping out Roxy and Claudia Michaels?

You just can't leave me alone. Ever since I signed to this company and showed up on Odyssey, you've constantly been at my back side.

The Dollhouse makes a rare visit to Odyssey; of course, you and your little freak friends have to dirty up the scene!

I go singles, fight my way to runner up in Clash of the Titans, and you go and eliminate me so that you could waste the Clash victory to lose to Dulce Torres!

I end the reign of Dulce Torres, but you leave the Promethean Chamber with a championship reign to your name!

I help form the Demolition Corps to end the established order of this company, you decide to bring back that fragile relic of Wolvesden to keep up the status quo!

Finally, after a seemingly neverending era of bullshit on top of Odyssey, The Demo Corps finally are meant to have our time! Only for the greediest woman in all of OWA history to win her second Clash and try to become a three-time world champion.

If that wasn't bad enough…...

NOW I CAN'T EVEN GO TO ANOTHER COMPANY, WITHOUT YOU SOMEHOW SHOWING UP TO PESTER ME! STALKING ME!

WHEN YOU'RE BULLYING JAPANESE TWIGS IN SHITHOLES IN JAPAN, DO YOU SEE ME BOTHERING YOU IN JET????

WHEN NATURAL DISASTERS CONSTANTLY ALMOST WIPE OUT YOUR STATE FROM THE MAP WITH FLOODS, SNOW, AND HURRICANES, DO YOU SEE ME GO OVER THE WRECKAGE TO MAKE SURE THE LORD'S WORK IS DONE, AND DIANTHA NEVER BREATHES A BREATH ANOTHER DAY!!!!????

……

No. I mind my own damn business! Because I try to keep things professional, just like I will at Final Destination when I finally claim the OWA Women's World Championship. But this Odyssey, things are going to be different.

Things will be personal.

You've always pissed me off. This massive hero complex you have, where you always have to save somebody from big bad Jonetta, be it Dulce, Roxy, the city cat, if I ever yell at some overtipped server, and basically anyone in existence. That way you talk in a way that you try to display sympathy and pity for my struggles on this damn brand, as if you're on my side like you're not part of the problem. You're worse than anyone's ever been at the top. Even Natalie Cage couldn't hope to be this much of a menace! Because she didn't have hero worship. People wouldn't lose their minds if someone like Eris rightfully messed her up as she did to you, only for her to basically from out from this company when she was ostracized. Everyone knew what kind of vile, disgusting creature she was. Even fellow old Odyssey gatekeepers like Stephanie Matsuda feel comfortable knocking her down a step to this very day! Even a supervillain like Nas, or any other hated spotlight hog, hasn't gone to the biggest event of the year fighting for the same world title back to back, only you. I can't even go collect an OWA tag team of the year award, AN AWARD FOR A UNDERRATED DIVISION MOST PEOPLE DON'T EVEN PAY ATTENTION TO, without getting a hard time like I don't deserve any credit for the work I do in this company and somehow I've done too much……….by being successful in a tag division??! But everyone kisses up to Diantha Rosso. Everyone's happy about your success. Even though you're a pathetic woman who needed validation before she'd even using your own damn last name like this was the 1920s, nobody cares. Even though you've always had all the right friends in all the right places, Wolvesden, Dulce, Viola, it's all sweet. Imagine if I was a former two-time champion walking into my second Final Destination in a row main eventing, they'd burn this whole company down! Hell, they might do it when I go into Final Destination and overcome the current I've been fighting against ever since stepping onto this brand.

And make no mistake that you're part of, no…...YOU ARE that current I'm swimming upstream against. No, I don't care about your struggles, I don't care about you and Natalie Cage. It's not the same! You and I are not alike; I'm not the old you! When I get knocked down, nobody tries to console me, they sure as hell don't raise hell for those who defeat me. Me, go dark? Me, shed tears? That'd be a joke, sure as hell wouldn't have people waiting for me to come back and welcoming me with open arms. The fact that you recently began trying to be for me, what many have been for you, has only made me hate you more. First off, not only ways it too late and I already had the chip on my shoulder that'll NEVER leave. But also frankly, it was offensive, because I don't need your solace. Everyone has forgotten who you are, but you haven't changed to me. You're the same little girl who use to cry about Natalie not returning her calls after Wolvesden. The same one who'd cry to Azumi about JET and SSW not calling you. You'd even cry about your damn brother not calling you back and making fun of you on social media! Always the tears, always the insecurities after setbacks. I'm not like that, I sure as hell have never felt insecure. I know that I am the best. I know I can be a champion. I don't get sad, I get annoyed and filled with more PERSONAL self-determination! It's probably why people spit at me at every turn; they realize just how little I need them and how insignificant they'll always be to me. But you? The parasites adore you, you validate their existence as much as they validate yours. One day, they know Diantha Rosso will be inducted into the hall of fame, and you'll have the longest list of names to go down. You'll thank the fans. You'll thank Dulce. Thank Azumi. Thank Natalie. Thank Carlos. Thank Roni, thank Christie Sky, thank any damn person anyone can think of that gave you a shoulder in that cursed locker room! Now I won't entertain what I'd say, since I don't foresee that day coming, but everyone knows I have absolutely nothing to thank anyone for! At most, I might have some nice words for my Dollhouse and Demolition Corps allies, not a snivelling thankful way like you would, but rather out of respect for being great partners. But never thankful, because for at the end of the day, The Dollhouse left me to begin a long stretch of hard times on Odyssey and The Demo Corps only showed up after I had dug myself out of it with my Athena's Cup, no hate for any member of those teams….just a fact.

A fact of who I am and what I represent. A fighter. Not a you type of fighter. Not a fighter praised in the press in their sob stories. Not a fighter that needs others to tell her to keep her head and hands up, but rather a fighter that already always does.

Aria Jaxon and Jeff X have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Odyssey Promo #1

I Walk the Line

Gwen is seated at an old wooden table, straddling a low back chair she is leaned forward her elbows resting before her. She has on a camo beanie and her hair is flowing out from under it onto her shoulders. There is a coldness in her glare as she looks at the camera.

I guess it just could not be helped. I took my shot and damn if it did not win me the shocking prize. To be honest, I was just looking for the chance to earn my way into the Ascension to Heavens match. But to find out that I am already in. Looks like I get to set my sights on a new target. But I do not want to put my cart before the horses yanno? Dulce, Alyssa, You have to understand that I did what I needed to do to find my way to where I am headed. My original goal was to piss the two of you off, and be put in a triple threat against the two of you and earn my spot. Well looks like that arrow split in two. I got my spot just like I wanted and I get to cross paths with the both of you again before Final Destination. Sometimes, luck favors the bold. I got it in spades this past Odyssey. And I have a feeling that luck is going to continue this week as well.

Look, I understand I am walking a line here. I have heard it in the fans' reactions, in what that commentators are saying. But I promise y’all, This isn't just a bad attitude. Before the Clash of Titans I made a decree of change. I told you I was no longer going to sit back and let my prey escape me. I was too flippant, too easy going. Which I know for some of you is hard to believe. But something had to change. I had to stop waiting around for my time. I had to make my time. And that’s exactly what I did. And Honestly, it's no different than anyone else has done in the past. So forgive me if I feel I do not need to explain myself any more than that on the issue.

What I don’t need to explain is what happens next. Now that I have my spot in the Ascension to the Heavens ladder match, I can focus on the new target. But before I do that I get to test my mettle. This coming Odyssey, I get to step into the ring with both Dulce And Alyssa. Two women who I am sure are gunning for my head and by all rights they should yanno? But for me, this is just training. I get to see up close and personal just what these women are going to bring to Heavens Match. I know what one of them already brings. Alyssa, you and I have crossed paths enough to know what each of us is capable of. Hell, we even traded shots in the Goddesses ladder match and in the Clash. Your good, you know your good, and lately that has been your downfall. Now I admit, at the clash, I had you beat, tossed you right out and that damned plank of wood saved your ginger ass. And hindsight is 20/20 but had I just slid under that rope and cold cocked you one, you would not have been so cheered for your efforts. But I didn't, you got the better of me and that's all well and good. But it's the last damn time Alyssa. It's the last time I overthink a situation with you. It's not about proving I'm better, or that I have improved. I am not trying to force respect out of you. I don’t need you to acknowledge what I can or can't do. I just want to kick your ass. See the funny thing is Alyssa. I know I can. I know when it comes down to it, I can lay you out just like everyone else. I was just so caught up in wanting a good fight and proving I'm as capable as you. No, none of that matters anymore. What matters is my boot to your ass and me dropping you like a doe on the first day of the season. That's what matters now Alyssa. Not being your equal, not being better, just whipping your ass. I am no longer shooting to impress or taking a shot that gets me close. Nope, every shot is a kill shot, every shot is aimed at taking your life. It is not enough to put on a good show anymore, yanno? I don't want hard fights or close calls. I want overwhelming wins, destruction and victories. I...I cannot let you stand in my way anymore Alyssa. I will put you down.

And Dulce, the same goes for you. I respect what you have done in your career. Just like I respect Alyssa. I get my involvement in your match was not what either of you wanted. But something had to be done. Something had to give. Alyssa says you two are trusted because you have been there before. You get opportunities because you have proven you can handle them. But that reasoning is the same reasoning entry level positions at companies want you to have x number of years experience. But the only way to handle high pressure situations or have the experience is to be given a chance to actually BE IN THOSE SITUATIONS. The Goal of any wrestling company should be to grow and build star after star. But when you put the same people in the same spots time and again, those stars that should be rising are left to burn and fizzle out. The two of you clearly don’t like how I injected myself. That is completely understandable. But if given the choice I would do it again.

I am sure you are expecting me to say something snide or incredulous against you Dulce, but the truth is I can’t. I don’t know you, not personally. I know who you are and what you have accomplished in your career. But that is as far as my knowledge goes. It's also hard to read you. When I showed up in Viola’s office, well Alyssa was clearly agitated, probably ready to kick my ass then and there. But you, you sat back, you listened and you didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. Now, this could have just been a really good poker face, yanno? I honestly don’t know. Here is what I do know. This week, Me, you and Alyssa get to tangle. I am coming in to this match with one goal: To drop you both and stand victorious. Do I think this will be easy? No, two world beaters are going to be after my neck just like I am after there's. But Dammit I am The Huntress of OWA. I am here for the thrill of the hunt and the thrill of the kill. But honestly, win or lose, I am using this match to learn all I need to learn about you Dulce. Alyssa too. When all is said and done, this match just helps me win at Final Destination.

That said, I am coming to end you both on Odyssey. Honestly, if I could aim it just right, and take you both down hard enough. You won't be able to make it to FD3 and well that works for me. And you are a fucking idiot if you think I won’t take the shot to put you on the shelf. This isn't the “I can be better I can do it'' Gwen of the past like you were so ready to sing home about Alyssa. I have you both in my sights and I will revel in the gore of hunting you down and putting you out. This is the me you get now. No longer do I just want to be good, no longer do I want to prove anything. Now I just want blood on my hands. I want you to know that you are being hunted, not for your fame, not for your respect, but for your very life. Every shot I take now is to kill. Every time you step in the ring with Gwen Harper, your life is on the line. I am every bit the hunter I claim to be. Just now, that killer instinct has erupted.

Let me let you both in on a little secret. This is what I always wanted. You got to see me, the family girl, the hunter who puts food on the table., the beer drinker, the party girl Gwen. And well that will always be a part of who I am, Yanno? But now, now you get to experience the dark side of me as well. The side that hunts for fun. That enjoys sticking the knife into the neck of the injured game at her knees. You get to look into my eyes and see the joy I take in injuring you and putting you down. I am locked on to the two of you and I promise, with my sights on you, there is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from me. You can come at me, you can try to avoid me but no matter what I am pulling the trigger on you. And when all the dust clears, when its all said and done. I will be walking out of Odyssey my hand raised, not because I am the better woman, but because I took the shots that mattered. I expect the world to be stunned, silenced in the violence I will bring. Every move I have made since the Clash has been tactical. So far everything is going to plan. The shots have been fired, they are on target. Dulce, Alyssa, at Odyssey you fall to me. And look, I didn't even have to stroll through the woods to set my sights on you. No matter how many shots it takes. Because if the first one doesn't kill ya…

The second one will.

Gwen stands up, her hand reaches out slapping the video recorder, which falls from its mount landing on the floor. You can see Gwen walking away as the camera glitches slightly before the feed completely cuts out. All that can be seen is blackness and the echoing footsteps of Gwen as she was walking away.

Jeff X has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Her promotional material opens with “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” knitting a quaint quilt while nestled in a rocking chair. Vebbins sports a kelly green tunic dress while sipping shots of Muff Liquor Company Whiskey. She subconsciously clicks her ghillies three times before recording remarks for a scheduled six-senora shuffle at OWA Odyssey 61. The timestamp for recording reads 03/17/21 01:23:00 P.M. Pacific Standard Time.

Azurine Vebbins: Begorrah, Odyssey onlookers! Happy Saint Patrick’s Day. It’s “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” Azurine Vebbins here twirlin’ yarn. Been daydreamin’ of smartenin’ someone’s smarmy sass from yon to yawn. Appears dis Saturday night at da Golden 1 Center in Sacramento, California, I’ll have an ostensible opportunity to obliterate opposition.

Of course, it should be noted dat “ostensible” was uttered since who knows what will be left after “Da Compact Combatant” Liz Karlson and “Da Untamed Bloodwolf” Devi Krysis finish suplexin’ dose blasted banshees, aye? Aye. Will probably be just enough for sewin’ up loose ends. After all, by contrast, Krysis, Karlson, and I are a rad-er tight-knit trio of tusslers. Well, it’s more like my “Howlin’ Halos” dance date knows how to patch us to-ged-er like dree-way callin’. Den again, it could be a matter of monetary motivation for “Da Brick Strike-haus.” Who wants to drown defeat by drinkin’ Dead To Rights Draughts if deyr spokeswoman’s stuck on a sinkin’ ship of selfish sorrow? In eider circumstance, we stand a better chance conquerin’ collectively dan squabblin’ separately. Let’s leave dat strategy to da asymmetrical adversaries I’m addressin’.

First up is “Da Beautiful Mastermind” Kimberly Chase. Deyr’s only two ways she’ll not be workin’ da apron like a Roman runway. A. Ms. Chase remains on da dance floor when da initial bell rin’s. 2. Devi, Liz, or myself propel her into da squared circle. Admittedly, one of her assigned assailants might lapse judgment and subconsciously slap her in. Based on height differentials, dough, only one member of deyr troupe could land it on facial features. Oh, who am I foolin’? Bode of Chase’s partners would adjust so dey could proper smack dat smug pucker. I notion if dat inevitable interaction occurred, den Kimberly would sprin’ on a sufficient submission hold.

Speakin’ of sprin’, dat reminds me of anoder rancor-rousin’ rival. Chanters can conclude I’m referrin’ to da “Napoleonic Negative Nancy” known as “Da Unseelie Queen” Daisy Drash. Daisy’s da cervical-challenged cretin who’s plucked enough petals to know she’s unloved and unwanted. Yet she’s unabashed when pursuin’ pernicious pride and power. Drash is also a scrappy scamp. However, unlike myself, she won’t acknowledge when her scepter-shaker should tag in da hotter hand. May her erratic energy eliminate em-pad-y in dis endeavor. Still, she pales in pummelin’ presence to my blatant bane.

I’m specifically speakin’ ’bout “Da Green-Eyed Devil” Nakita DuBov. She’s roughly one-and-a-half times my size, a foot taller, and double-handedly eliminated me from Clash of da Titans when I was a house afire. Despite dese dauntin’ differences, I’m not an infinitesimal iota intimidated. I’ve dealt wid domineerin’ dames all my life, but I’ll be dampered if you hastily humble me again. You’re not stickin’ a pitchfork in and sayin’ I’m done. Deyr’s also da fact we’ll be celebratin’ National Quiltin’ Day instead of National Proposal Day. Wid myself bein’ in a romantic relationship wid someone else, you not droppin’ down to one knee, and one member of your menage lyin’ happily horizontal...it makes sense you’ll need some-din’ warm coverin’ your shoulders followin’ da final bell’s toll.

Vebbins then lifts up the quilt to reveal Thrash, Chase, and DuBov on their backs. Devi, Liz, and Azurine, meanwhile, are depicted standing up with all six of their arms raised in victory.

Jeff X, HellFighterINC and Devi Krysis have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Right.
Something about this doesn't feel right.

Don't get me wrong, having a secured spot on the Final Destination card brings me a great amount of relief and excitement because truthfully I was beginning to foolish worry I wouldn't make it, but how the opportunity came around is what I believe is bugging me. I'm the furthest thing from ungrateful but right now.. I'm just, I'm just asking myself one thing: why?

Why does this industry have to be so complicated at times?

Why is it that when I ask for something ever so simple like a clean and classic match against one of the best women this generation has to offer (Dulce), someone (Gwen) takes personal offence and has to screw it up?

Why is Gwen Harper being rewarded with the opportunity Dulce and I were willing to kill one another for when all she did was ruin the evening of many people by acting like a child who didn't get what they want?

Why should I not want more for myself when I have proven I have what it takes to succeed in high pressure situations?

Why should I be content with just one title reign when I know, when virtually the whole world knows I have it in me to reign supreme over this brand one day?

They say actions speak louder than words for a reason and I understand being in a position where you aren't exactly where you would like to be in your career and I understand that desperate times call for desperate measures because things like this happen to the best of us. We experience setbacks, we experience upset, frustration, anger, disappointment, defeat and so on, anyone who claims to have never felt any of those feelings before is lying to you or worse, lying to themselves, it doesn't matter how good we are in the ring, it doesn't matter how long we can kick out or resist tapping out for, it doesn't matter if we continue to show up without complaint week in, week out, none of us are perfect. Nothing in this life is. Maybe I should've been better prepared for your arrival Gwen, it's not the first and it's probably not going to be the last time something I had in the bag was taken away from me due to jealousy. But then again, I truly thought better of you. I didn't take you as the kind of woman who pulls stupid shit like that and that was my mistake to make. So, to begrudgingly give credit where it's due, congratulations. You got what you wanted and in the end Dulce and I got what we wanted so it's all good. It's all fine and dandy, it doesn't even matter that Dulce and I were blindsided because we all still get the chance to show up and show out on the biggest event of the season! There's more positives than negatives to this situation so I'm happy to smile, forgive and forget and move swiftly along. . .

. . . is what I'd say if I was a fucking idiot.

A part of me knows I shouldn't really be this bothered but one thing you said has stuck with me, I can't get it out of my mind. "You’ve both had your moments of glory. You’ve held titles and commanded the respect of everyone in the crowd and everyone in the locker room. What is there for either of y’all to ascend to?" Due to the differences in our careers, I'm sure Dulce has heard those exact words or variations of that phrase more times than she can count and I've already heard it enough times so one would think I'm used to it but god it just rubs me the wrong way. You know full well neither Dulce or I would've complained if you were in our matchup, I know I would've welcomed you because the more the merrier but it's not our fault you weren't originally considered for the chance. It's not our fault we've actually climbed to the top of the ladder before therefore we're trusted more with opportunities like these instead of just trying our hardest to convince everyone that we're on the way like you do. Settling for what I have already achieved would be a disservice to myself. I look at the Women’s World Championship and I think it’s about damn time that I pursue it. Everything that I have been through up until now has allowed me an opportunity to prove my worth. It’s allowed me a chance to prove that I can shine. I don't need to be associated with anyone to make me worth watching. I don't need to shove my relationship down the throats of anyone who'll listen to be relevant. I’m my own woman. I will set my own goals. I will set my own standards. There's nothing wrong with having ambition, it's rather smart to want the best for yourself but doing what you did is the complete opposite of smart and you'll find that out the hard way this Saturday and at Final Destination.

I don't consider myself a nasty person and weirdly enough I still do kinda like you despite my respect for you being a little tainted but I'm tired of being nice and patient so I'll put it bluntly. Shut up. Please. Shut the hell up Gwen. You are not going to humble me or take me down a notch. You aren't going to finally get the big moment you want so badly. You know what you're going to do? You're going to sit there and spew some bullshit motivational speech about how this time really is your time and how you have actually put in the work needed to alter yourself for the best. I know it, I can already hear it in my head. That's all you do Gwen, talk. You talk and you talk whilst on some country walk shooting animals and some people stupidly believe what you say and then when it comes down to the moment, you fumble and mess up. It's happened before and it'll happen again. Please, I would love for you to prove that this match isn’t going to be different from what you plan to do in a few weeks time but I just can't see that happening, I can't see you breaking that cycle you're in anytime soon. Maybe one day you will. But that day isn't today. I’m all about providing people with the opportunity to prove themselves even if my expectations aren't exactly high. You have your chance this weekend to release all that frustration of watching two standard bearers like Dulce and I be treated better than you could ever have hoped for but the sad reality of it all is, when that bell rings the reality that you should never have picked this fight will come painfully obvious. Will it have been worth it? Hardly. None of this should be surprising either.

Now Dulce, one day we will have a one on one match where the ending isn't ruined. I promise. But that's not the main point right now unfortunately, I'm aware of what you’ve been through. I know that you’ve experienced situations where you’ve fallen short of the prize. I bet that you look at your World Championship reign and taste that bitter taste in your mouth. You expect so much and the delivery is nothing. You watched your title reign end in the most unexpected way possible and then it's just been disappointment after disappointment. I get it. I've felt it. I'm living it too. You’ve created that reputation for yourself to be something great. You are still great at the end of the day. You are still going to be remembered as one of the best that this company has to offer. Look, you are an amazing wrestler. I respect the hell out of you and your desire to make as much history as possible but I'm willing to do anything to ensure that I become the first female to ever hold the Ascension to the Heaven’s briefcase. I want to see myself leaving Final Destination as either a world champion or with the opportunity to become that whenever I wish. Winning this match, it seems to be a step in the right direction for me. I don't know if you feel the same way I do in regards to feeling like you haven't fully earned your way to Final Destination, maybe you do, maybe you don't but because of that feeling, I need to make this my moment. It sounds so fucking cliché I know but I need to use this moment to prove to everyone, to myself, to you, to Gwen, to the Kingdom and Olympus representatives of our up and coming match that I deserve that spot. That I belong in that match. I have busted my ass to not let anyone take the fire that makes me the competitor I am. I have grabbed opportunity after opportunity, believing that it’s going to lead me somewhere, but I have been waiting for something like this. I know, these statements are going to speak on deaf ears. You’re in the same scenario as me. You have dealt with the same struggles as me, Dulce. Whenever I get the chance to step in the ring with you, I use it to remind myself of who the hell I am and that’s the woman that you won’t be able to defeat. I’m not settling for the role of second best again. I want to win. I want to continue my mission to the very top and I’ll take you and Gwen and then anyone else I need to down in order to accomplish that. We’re both women who will push each other to our limits. We will both wonder what the hell we need to do to put the other one down, but that is what makes this entire thing fun. You’re going to frustrate the hell out of me. You are going to make me question my capabilities, but I plan to do the same for you. There isn't really anything new I can say to you because you know how I feel about you and everything I said the last time we fought still stands.

Like I said, something about this doesn't feel right so it's time to make it right.

For the sake of being pleasant let me say this: may the best woman win this weekend and may the best woman win in a few weeks.

But let me say this too, trust me, she will.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Dulce Torres, Jeff X and Darkane have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Nakita DuBov

Odyssey Promo #2

Nakita DuBov, Daisy Thrash, and Kimberly Chase versus Liz Karlson, Devi Krysis, and Azurine Vebbins

“Me Verses All You lil Bitches and I’m coming out on top”

(Fade In)

Nakita DuBov: “Whoop my ass a third time? Take a hint and fuck off? Oh my god, Liz Karlson finally rears her ugly head at long last and graces us with her presence. You know what I’m sick of. Like Daisy Thrash, Liz Karlson is another one of these broads that comes in her and thinks that she can re-write the narrative to suite all for her, and yet she can’t even do fucking simple math. Do I need to teach you...Kindergarten statistics? I gave you props for surviving our debut triple threat match with a win despite me dominating the utter shit out of you and Monica Monroe, and you just want to dismiss all that in order to put yourself over and hide the fact that you are nothing more than thief stealing the glory of someone else’s hard work, but I get it. I really do. A win is a win. It still rubs me the wrong way, but I get it. To say that I’ve been itching to get my hands on you since our debut has been quite the obsession to say the least. Then you say that you’ve fought me since then? You are not only special kind of stupid, but you Daisy Thrash kind of stupid. Fate has pretty much had you dodging my ass ever since. The Clash of the Titan? You had entered and had been eliminated long before I had even entered the Clash match, so where was the ass whooping there? So there isn’t a third ass whooping, hell there wasn’t even a first ass whooping. Just like your little suck buddy, Daisy Thrash, whom you just couldn’t wait to get all up in her and do your little verbal scissor on, you’re just another girl on this roster that tries so hard to twist the narrative in order to suite your needs. Finally, at long last, after weeks of you dodging me, I get the chance at my vindication, my time to send my stock souring ever highest. I’m the cunt? Well I guess that pretty much makes you the dumb, dried, useless, cunt stain left on the mattress.”

“You see…Lezzy, I meant what I said before when I said that this match will not be a six woman tag team match as it has been booked, not one bit. This is me verses the three of you and it will get changed on the fly into a ONE verses THREE handicapped match with two leaches in my corner hoping that they might get the chance to steal my spotlight, but they are going to have a real hard time picking their teeth off the ground on the outside. This match is me taking back what a thief stole from me in our debut when I single handedly mop the ring with you, Devi Krysis, and Azurine Vebbins. The three of you do not stand a chance of taking me on and when it is all said and done and the three of you are left laying face up looking up at the canvas, I will be the one standing strong and loud in the center of the ring with my arm raised and being declared the winner.”

“You see, this isn’t a strategy like some Bond villain revealing their master plan before it comes into fruition. This is just me stating the fact that I am not a team player. I have never been a team player. I do not play well with others. I am looking out for number one. I am looking for me, so me coming right out and declaring that I am taking out my so-called tag partners from the match and then whooping all three of you tarts single handed isn’t even a prediction or a strategy, it’s a fucking spoiler. I am coming into this match to utterly dominate, eviscerate, annihilate, and dance all over you like the tango. Wasted slot on the roster? No, that’s where you are wrong Lezzy. This week on Odyssey, in this match, I take five of those women, two of them who just so happen to be the most decorated competitors in all professional wrestling, and I make them my bitch, and all of those other filled…slut, er…I mean slots on the roster watching in the back not only do they take notice of what I’ve done to you, but I send yellow streaks of fear shivering down their backs and make them shit their tights. I make women such as 2021 Clash of the Titans winner and number one contender Diantha Rosso, OWA Women’s World Champion, La Llorona, OWA Goddess Champion Rebecca Brookes, Dulce Torres, Alyssa Grace, Gwen Harper, Jonetta Stone, Azumi Goto, and that Banshee bitch shutter in fear because death is not only coming but just walked right over all their graves, you know that sort of feeling.”

“So, you know what would be most sad after Odyssey this week…man? What’s sad will be the fact that you, Krysis, and Vebbins…no scratch that, the FIVE of you. You, Krysis, Vebbins, Thrash, and Chase will litter around my feet like the trash that you all are. Now that will be sight that will break the internet.”

“But I do have to give you some credit Lezzy-poo, even though it really does show just how little you know about me going into this match. You’re not the only one that is all-natural. No enhancements needed that made me because I am all God given, and I am all God made.”

“Well, I’ve said all that I’ve needed to say to the thief known as Liz Karlson whom will finally get what’s coming to her. She has a date at the gallows where I will take my scimitar and chop her hand clean off at the wrist. I have said more than enough to the likes of my so-called tag partner Daisy Thrash whom the OWA front office can only protect you for so long before I get my hands on you. This match will not hide you from me for long. I have said more than enough to the likes of Devi Krysis and Azurine Vebbins whom despite their fight cannot stop the ass kicking Fem Phenom from tearing them limb from limb, and all that is left to say is to my other tag team partner Kimberly Chase, if you value your career and life, if you don’t want anyone messing up that pretty face of yours, then heed the words of your tag team partner Nakita DuBov. Don’t even bother showing up this week on Odyssey, and should you happen to crawl out from your rock and say something meniscal and meaningful and between now and then, know that it is your funeral.”

“I finally close with these words to my tag team partner Daisy Thrash. I regret nothing, I have nothing to regret for, I will do nothing that needs regretting after this week, and seriously what in the blueberry muffin fuck do I even have to worry about little miss broken neck? You won’t even get into this match, your threats about sending me back to Phoenix in pieces don’t mean Jack and shit, and Jack just left town. I think that he’s heading back to Seattle, I think that you and your screwed up neck should go catch back up with him right now.”

(Fade Out)

Jeff X and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Am I really crazy? Am I really the mentally unstable whackjob everyone seems to think I am? I feel like I am because week after week, regardless of making my opinions clear, to straight up protesting, it all fell on deaf ears. How many times do I need to scream it that I don't want or need to team up with Miltiades. I mean, Jesus Christ. Am I the modern day Sisyphus, doomed to roll a boulder up a mountain only for it roll back down to the bottom and have to start all over again. Am I awake, or am I stuck in this perpetual nightmare forever? Now, I would be remiss if I didn't say that every time Miltiades and I do tag, we've been very successful. Whether it was against Oliver Harpe and Samuel Ogden or last Kingdom against Kenneth Ishikari and Solomon Caine, we're undefeated as a team and I have no doubts in my mind we're going to be successful again this coming Kingdom.

But I'm putting it out there for Miltiades to hear, for Scott Oasis to hear and any other OWA brass. This is it. I'm done. I'm not teaming with Miltiades anymore. I'm going back to booking my own matches on Kingdom and if someone doesn't like it, I'll take that long flight back to Ryde until Final Destination 3. I have no problems booking the shows from my estate remotely and not wrestling. I get paid anyways. Do you even want this, Miltiades? Does this make you happy? You wanted to be at FD3 fighting for the World Championship but instead you're spent slumming in tag team matches with me. I want you to be as angry about this as me. I want you to be busting down Oasis' door and demanding anything but this. But I know what's happening. I may be a little off in the head but I'm not stupid. I know what you and Scott both want. You want me to blow up at you so you and your Council flunkies can destroy me and take me out. I know I'm getting on Scott's last nerve, what with the things I've said to his face or on social media. I know he'd like nothing more than have me disappear just like Jon McAdams. Scott can feign ignorance and play businessman on Twitter all he likes. He wants me gone and you're his big dumb muscle so isn't it perfect? Tell me I'm wrong. I'm a bit smarter than you both give me credit for, sunshine. But for now, we have MYOJIN and Savannah Sunshine to focus on so let's just get it over with.

Now if there's anyone who understands pomp and circumstance, it's me. Sometimes the best way to get in your opponent's minds is throw them off right off the bat during your entrance. I know that when my opponents saw me coming down the ramp with hooded figures and a giant snake around my shoulders, they didn't feel mere indifference to it. And MYOJIN, you truly do have a magnificent aura about you. You've dazzled fans in Wrestleworld and now you continue to do so here in OWA. I'm not going to sit here and spout cliches like "your flamboyance is just a mask for your weakness" because I've heard all of that toss before. But, it didn't work for Ishikari last Kingdom and it isn't going to work for you. You need grit. You need to have that will to make your opponent suffer. I want to see you bleed, MYOJIN. I know you're an accomplished wrestler and that your whole visage is for entertainment and that you can really get it done in the ring, but as much as I can't stand the man, but I admit he is a monster. He is *not* to be trifled with and I'm not to be either. We're going to test you and break you past your limits. You've trained in MMA so I know you can handle pain, but not like this. This is something you've never experienced. I just hope you understand what you've been put into. You or Savannah both need to understand it.

I feel conflicted about facing you, Savannah. There's an anchor that ties us together. There's a connection between us. We're both dealing with being sunken into the depths of a profound darkness only to be just now coming back into the light. You may not agree but I see a lot of parallels between The Time Lizard and Persephone Bane. They are both vile, vicious creatures that have no empathy. No remorse. They're two sides of the same coin and they're both cancers that we individually had to cut out. But don't confuse my conflicting for weakness, Savannah. I'm not going to just lie down for you or take it easy on you because I can see a part of myself in you. You're going to get a 100%, genuine article of Reginald Dampshaw III coming at you full force. Do I want this match? Do I want to tag with Miltiades? No. Again, I'd rather sit at home in Ryde collecting an easy paycheck but now that we are here, I'm here to win, and I know you've been gone a while, Savannah, but when I want something, I do everything in my power to take it. I don't plan on going into FD3 on a loss, so you and MYOJIN are just unfortunate casualties.

I told you Miltiades that if I'm not a champion come Season 4, that I would no longer be a wrestler and only General Manager and that time is creeping up faster and faster and I can't stop it. I feel that helpless pit in my stomach growing larger as each day goes by and I'm going to be dammed if I'm going to keep teaming with a bootlicker like you. This is it. The last time. Savour it. Relish in it. Because you get one more and then it's back to just being Scott Oasis'

Alyssa Grace and Savannah Sunshine. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

A tape recording clicks on, and there's dead air for a moment.

I am tired of all of this bullshit.

A pause. The recording takes a moment, and then a sigh echoes through the room. We continue.

Opportunity after opportunity, time after time, I don't think it's deniable that I've slowed down since the Women's Clash, at least here in OWA. Life was looking up for Liz Karlson everywhere but here-and then it wasn't. The Lethal American match came and went-I lost. The opportunity for a Specialist title match came and went-I lost. The chance for a title shot at Lethal Hearts III came and went-I lost. Amazon Warfare was no success story of mine, and OATH, the only place I'd found leverage, came and went without so much as a whisper to the wind.

It's easy to get disheartened.

Easy to get shunted down.

Easy to get bogged up in your feelings.

I'll admit, I've been restless. Since the last episode of Odyssey, I'd heard nothing about my plans for Final Destination III. Heard no opportunities, nothing given. Undefeated-and what from it? Victories over Hana Nakajima and Nikita Dubov lead to nothing. I would call them raindrops, but they'd had even less impact than those. Drips into an empty-bucket, a single-inch line filled that gets me nowhere fast.

And then, the opportunity.

The Hybrid Championship. Teaming with two established competitors, Noah Reigner and Nobi, the opportunity to pry gold away from the Awakening in my first individual pay-per-view debut. The ability to become God. The ability to ascend to the upper echelons of this fucking company without so much as another qualifier under my belt. Liz Karlson is legitimate talent, and it's clear that those in the offices of OWA realize that. They see the hustle that I've put in, that I continue to put in. In my Odyssey debut, they'll see me crush The Awakening's attempts to ward off the inevitable ass-beating that Mark Michaels will receive at the hands of Noah Reigner. They'll see exactly how driven I am to take the opportunity, this exposure, and expand myself.

And a night later, they'll see me crush two irrelevant carbon wastes and put boots to one of Odyssey's newest and brightest, someone who's path I've not yet crossed, but i'm frothing at the mouth for the opportunity to.

But I'll get to you in a moment, Daisy. Let's talk about your friends first.

Another pause. This one's a bit more prolonged, as we hear the crack of a beer-can and a few sips.

Let's start with Kimberly Chase. We've faced off recently, right? I don't quite remember-beating you was pretty fuckin' routine if I do say so myself. I called you out for being arm-candy, an accessory to your boyfriend and content to stay that way. My opinion hasn't changed, not from your piss-poor showing against me, nor from your piss-poor showing in the Clash, nor from...y'know, anything else you've done so far. You kind of boggle my mind, Kimmy-you travel so many places, plaster your face on so many posters, and yet, you accomplish so little. You're inconsequential at best-as insignificant as an ant climbing on the underside of a boot, just waiting to be crushed the minute someone exerts some level of force upon you-and you're impeding at worst, gunk clogging up the gears of the Odyssey machine, a waste of breath for me to address, waste of space for you in this match, and a waste of energy when I inevitably drive my boot into the back of your head and cut the oxygen off from your brain just long enough to pin you for the three. It's a tough life, I know, and I don't envy you for it-but if you really wanted to do something? If you really want to succeed? If you want to earn the sponsorships and the spotlights like me?

You'd just be better.

The same goes for Nikita Dubov, who's taken it upon herself to be perpetually fuckin' enraged by me, mad as if I'm the one who couldn't get back in the ring to break up a pin on a third person, or as if I'm the one that couldn't escape a toss over the top rope in the Clash. You and I, Nikita, we both had similar performances in the Clash, so I can't fault you too much there-but I can fault you for being a stupid cunt who's got more mass in her arms than inside her skull. Thrash put it best-my win against you was over a bag of muscles and air. You're not shit to me but a roadblock, a void of malformed flesh. You can come for my physique, but my shit's all natural, an engine driven by fermented yeast and heavy weights. I don't need performance enhancers-be them chemical or that manager who follows you around, sucking air out of every room he walks into as much as I'd imagine he sucks your fuckin' toes behind the scenes. I don't know what shit the two of you are into, and honestly? I don't want to. I just know he ain't done shit for your image in my mind, and I can't imagine he's done much for you compared to the rest of the roster anyway. Like I've said the past few times I've sent words your way, you're nothing. A waste of a slot on this roster. More succesful people than you get passed up because they can't twist themselves to look like a stack of fuckin' stones, and that's sad, man.

Maybe when I whoop your ass this third time, you'll get the hint and fuck off.

And finally...we've got Daisy Thrash.

Here, we hit our third pause. We can almost hear Liz gritting her teeth behind the recording, before speaking outward.

I need to beat you, Daisy.

And it's not just because you're the most decorated competitor in this circle within this match. I mean, I'm not counting Devi and Azzy out entirely, since they've done shit, but I've only ever had outsider gold to my name. You held a title that I lusted after, that I wanted more than fuckin' air, but I couldn't get to. You're the model of what I could have been in LAW, less an afterthought and more of an ascendant, a main event in the making. I got cut down. It's my own fault, too-look inward, get better, all that kinda motivational bullshit that I'm gonna spoonfeed myself to get out of this rut I've found myself in. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to facing you, locking up with you, matching talents with you. Hell, you and I have a lot in common in this match-others would say we're the only two worth a fuck in this six-person contest.

I'd be inclined to agree.

There'll be one major difference between the two of us soon, though, Daisy, because I know you've been watching me. You've kept your eyes fixed on Olympus. I'm sure everyone has at this point, knowing that I'll be coming back to Olympus with a strap on my shoulder that used to belong to a brain-dead six-foot sack of shit. I know bringing gold back into a territory that's been starved of it for some time automatically paints a target on my back, and I've seen how you brained Bodhi to try to win Amazon Warfare. I've seen what you're willing to do to win, real Bad Bitch Shit. I respect it, acknowledge it, give you props in any form you'd like.

But I won't back down.

When I come toe to toe with you in this match, Daisy, if you really want this shot like I think you do, if you really want to prove what you've been saying, that I'm not really worth your time except for this potential belt, you better come out swinging harder than you did in Amazon Warfare. I'm a fucking Brick Shithouse, and no matter how much I respect you, I'm not going to fucking bow to you without a fight. You can call me out for whatever you want, too, I'm not gonna bend and break because I'm a little hurt. After all, good things come to those who wait, and you just laid out all the bullets for me to pump right back into your skull. Maybe not now. Hell, maybe not at all, given how fuckin' close to showtime we are.

But the fact of the matter is...you did. You couldn't wait. Maybe it'll bite you.

And even if it doesn't, when we get in the ring? I sure will.

Liz takes another moment and pauses.

Because what you, Thrash, and Dubov, and I'd imagine Chase, and those fuckin' Awakening goobers have in common, is you've constantly overlooked me. You've thought that, oh, hell, Liz Karlson ain't been here for more than a can of beer, she doesn't deserve shit. She can't be that good, she's just been served cans, even if she's crushed them into bite-sized pieces and called it a day. Liz Karlson ain't that good, she's in a rut, it'll be easy to steal a win off her.

Keep thinking that, too. It'll make it all the sweeter when I crush you, and then go on to throw those dipshits around like I'm playing fuckin' catch with Reigner and Nobi. Because this match, it might not seem like much, and our respective teams may not seem like much, but they'll look back on this in a year and know that this was the start, the fuckin' Ascension, this was where it all went down.

And you, Daisy, along with your two dipshit flunkies...you'll be blessed to have been here.

See you soon.

We hear one final momentary pause, before the recording cuts off.

Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Jeff X, HellFighterINC, Alyssa Grace and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Corrections

The scene opens on Daisy seated on a wooden chair in a vast, empty room. She’s dressed in standard teacher clothing: a navy suit jacket and matching skirt, black sensible heels, and reading glasses. Her hair is tied back in a tight bun. In her hands is a transcript of Devi’s promo and a pen. She clicks the pen and looks at the camera.

“Alright, kiddo. Class is now in session. This needs some serious corrections. Allow me to go through each and every one.”

Daisy scans the page until she gets to “when was the last time someone had your back?”

“Wow, a mistake already. You’re putting far too much importance on having so-called ‘support’. Clearly you weren’t listening when I told everybody that in this business, friendship isn’t real. The only support I need is me. No one else can be relied upon; they only serve to chain me down. So you treating that like a bad thing… yeah, that’s not gonna fly.”

A line of red ink strikes through the sentence. Daisy sighs.

“Oh, dear. You seem to think merely coming close to winning tag titles is something to be proud of? Bless your heart. Meanwhile I’ve won myself some actual gold. I’ve never been this much of an underachiever in my life. Back in my previous company, I actually came close to winning some tag titles myself. I literally jumped for them...and missed. It was easily one of the worst moments of my life. From that day forward I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t find myself in that position ever again. And you acting like it’s some accolade that’s so damn valuable! What an absolute slap in the face. And you go further on to say that I don’t have the same stride and attitude that I used to. Look, it’s the one thing you actually got right! I don’t have the same drive, I have more. The Lethal Angel Championship didn’t become vacant by magic, idiot. I got hurt! So hurt that I couldn’t defend it. It was a near-death experience. Not physical death, you literal-minded fool. I’m talking about the death of my passion. That is the only thing I truly fear. Our physical bodies will never be invincible, duh. But my passion, the indelible mark that Daisy Thrash will leave on the professional wrestling world, will never die.”

More red ink makes angry marks across the page.

“Now this one’s just delusional. You think Stark gives a damn about you? You think the audience will keep giving a damn once the next flavor of the month hits the scene? Oh, you sweet summer child. Since I’m so ‘washed up’, I certainly know a thing or two about how this business works. There’s one undeniable truth that has existed my entire career: nothing lasts unless you make it last. If you keep shitting the bed, do you really think Stark will want any more to do with you? No way! You’re turning yourself into a bad investment. Pretty soon he’ll cut and run leaving you with nothing to show for it but the same 0 and 10,000 record. The audience won’t give a crap about you if you can’t ‘inspire’ them. The only thing you’re inspiring them to do is keep chasing that carrot on a string. Just like you they’ll never catch it and they’ll turn on you for giving them false hope. You’ll eventually find out I’m right. Don’t come crying to me when you do.”

Daisy strikes out more sentences and continues reading. She reaches a certain point then slams the transcript down on her lap.

“Ok, you dense motherfucker. Let’s get some things straight here. I am NOT the Sheriff anymore! And you accuse me of being behind. You need to get with the times, sister. Because, hello! I just got here! This is only my third match! For me, all those accolades are merely a matter of time. You, on the other hand, have been here far longer and have none of those shiny toys you just mentioned. You ever win a championship in a steel cage match? I have. You ever compete on a Final Destination-caliber show? I have. You ever even been in a Women’s Championship match? Guess what, done that too. Contrary to you beliefs, I know exactly who you are. Because I’ve met tons of girls just like you. Ever heard of Yasmin Hyland? Or maybe Mallory Wilde? Oh, you haven’t? Well, there’s an explanation for that. They couldn’t keep up with the rest of us, so I got rid of them. They were unworthy of calling themselves wrestlers, so they had to go. I won’t just beat you Devi, I will erase you. Like all the other mediocre ‘talents’ that never deserved a contract. Oh, by the way. It’s vanity, not varsity. The only place you’ll ever be varsity is in the delusional fantasy world you’ve concocted.”

Daisy finishes marking up the paper and turns it around, revealing a red “F” surrounded by a circle at the top of the page.

“With all the errors you’ve made, this is your calculated final grade. And since it counts for 100% of your grade for this class, it looks like I’ll have to expel you.”

Daisy removes her glasses and shakes her hair out of the bun, leaning forward.

“With extreme prejudice.”

Daisy leans back and lets out a small, frustrated sigh.

“I mean, at this rate, you’re the only one I’m gonna be fighting. Once again Liz Karlson has decided to leave things until the last minute. And of course little Azurine hasn’t said a peep. This kind of thing just goes to show why I’m at such a higher level than the rest of you. I’m a selfish bitch and I will freely admit that. But at least I show up and put actual work in every single time. Soon enough you ladies will learn that doing the bare minimum, or nothing at all, isn’t gonna be good enough around here. Then I will take my rightful place at the top of this division. And what’s ever left of you three can fight over my crumbs. Oh yeah, that reminds me. Nakita? Don’t do anything you’ll regret. I don’t want to send you back to Arizona in pieces.”

Daisy stands up, shoves the chair over, and marches off screen as the scene fades to black

VaeVictisBD, Michael Bishop, Jeff X, HellFighterINC, Alyssa Grace and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

(Our scene begins in an OWA media room as Olympus interview correspondent Hugh Jass is standing by on the set, microphone in hand and smiling in front of a digital backdrop placed upon a screen.)

Hugh Jass: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this Omega Network online EXCLUSIVE as here with me today are none other than Phantom Troupe members Teddy Mac and Big Naheem!

(Hugh Jass steps aside to make room as Mac and Naheem walk into the scene, Mac looking happy to be in front of the bright lights while Naheem does his trademark stoic posturing.)

Hugh Jass: Thank you two for joining me. Now this won’t take long as I have one simple question: you two team up on Olympus this coming Friday against the team of Daniel Horror and Jacob Nighttime. While you two might be in the same stable, you aren’t exactly what many would picture as a tandem, after all Naheem was brought in as Jacob Senn’s heavy for the group. How do you expect to operate as a duo --

(Naheem grabs Hugh’s mic and gestures for him to stop talking. Hugh Jass freezes up, giving the mic up to Naheem who then passes it to Teddy Mac.)

Teddy Mac: Good looks, Naheem. You want to say we aren’t a proper team, Hugh? You don’t know anything. Phantom Troupe isn’t just a bunch of individual cliques, it’s one family. Naheem and I have been a viable pair since the moment he joined Phantom Troupe. We all got the same goals, the same abilities and the same chemistry. Senn is finding his own way right now with a singles project, so until then its Naheem and I holding down the fort as a team. If you wanna keep questioning whether we’re a tandem...we have put together a video of us getting accustomed to one another. Roll the clip!

(Teddy Mac points to the digital wall behind them as it begins to be taken over by a Phantom Troupe production.)

(The instrumental to Bean Kicked In by Zack Fox begins to play in the background as we see b-roll of Naheem and Teddy Mac walking through the airport in fresh Armani suits.)

“I just popped a bean and I'm on a helicopter, ay
God damn, I'm a problem, ay
Hold on let me do that, ay, ay, ay….”

(We see Teddy Mac and Big Naheem hanging together in first class, flying to the next destination.)

“I just popped a bean and I'm on a helicopter (ay)”
“I don't wanna do shit, unless I'm with my partners -- “

(Teddy Mac and Naheem are in the club with the whole Troupe, toasting champagne next to some fine ethnic hoes.)

"I got all this money
Gave it straight to my momma (straight to my momma)
I just wanna fuck.....MICHELLE OBAMA!"

(Just as this is said, Teddy Mac is seen playing wingman as Naheem is at a OWA house show spitting game to Diantha Rosso!)

Okay what's hannenin' (what's hannenin'?)
I don't trust nobody 'less they got some melanin (black folk)"

(Big Naheem is hit on by Kaylah Cacsteel at the same house show as Teddy does him a favor and pie faces her out the way so he can keep mackin’.)

"Free all of my niggas let the felons out (let 'em out)
I won't stop 'til every nigga makes they first day out (woo woo)"

(Naheem and Teddy Mac pull up to the Atlanta Pennitentiary, waiting at the front as Lil Naseem hops in the hoopty! The men peel off on the road as they cruise downtown blasting that new Freddie Gibbs.)

"Ay, what the fuck he say? I'll punch him in his mouth!"

(Flashback to Clash of the Titans: Big Naheem punches Jeff X in the face while Teddy Mac holds him back!)

"Ay, remember when Janet Jackson had her titty out (wow)
Ay, remember when Rihanna had her titty out (wow)
Free the nipple man, Jordan Peele, get it out (yup)"

(Big Naheem pulls up to the Mac household for dinner, taking over the kitchen as he lays out a whole table of soul food from baked mac and cheese, to collared greens, to fried chicken. The white tastebuds of Teddy's wife and children go crazy for Naheem's use of seasoning as they cheer for uncle Naheem.)

"Made a three-course meal at his baby mama house!"

(Big Naheem and Teddy Mac show up to an arena in matching tracksuits, looking prepared for an event!)

"She want me to change but all my change is in the couch
I burn the house down R.I.p. Left Eye (R.I.p. Left Eye!)
Now I'm in Ireland and I'm sippin' on that biggest stout"

(As Mac and Naheem enter the building they're stepping in front of, the video takes a drastic change however...)

(Naheem and Mac are together in the ring practicing against two enhancement talent. The bell ring as Naheem takes off with a VICIOUS double clothesline!)

THE BEAN KICKED IN!
THE BEAN KICKED IN!

(Teddy Mac delivers instructions as Naheem passes him one of the competitors - allowing him to be slammed hard into the mat!)

THE BEAN KICKED IN!
THE BEAN KICKED IN!

(Naheem and Teddy Mac start straight GOONIN' as they stomp the men out!)

IN THE HOTEL WITH YOUR BITCH AND HER FRIEND!
THE BEAN KICKED IN!

(Naheem with a double chokeslam! He alley oops Mac to the top rope as he perches.....FROG SPLASH ON BOTH MEN! The referee counts the three!)

THE BEAN KICKED IN!
DAMN, THE BEAN KICKED IN.....

(Teddy Mac and Big Naheem are again standing side by side, looking proud and powerful as a graphic reading "Phantom Knights" appears on the screen, giving a name to the team.)

Michael Bishop, Alyssa Grace, Rebecca Brookes and Savannah Sunshine. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Mexico City, Mexico
Licorería Limantour

[It had been a couple of days since April had won a massive tag match in Mexico City. Her partner in Wrestleworld, Hana Nakajima had already departed the city after a night of wild partying with April. April...had a nice time for MUCH longer. Here she was, literally a day or so out from her next match and she was heavily intoxicated, dancing around with random wrestling fans who happened to spot her in the many bars she had visited. Now she was in one of most trendy bars in all of Mexico City, wearing her newly-won Campeonatos De Parejas title belt and downing yet another shot of tequila. Then, the bane of her existence, “Cameraman” comes into her sights, recording her every move. She downs a drink quickly, hoping the camera man goes away but realizes that the annoying recorder is standing there, watching her party with Mexico City's wealthiest citizens and visitors and realizes she has no choice but to talk or look extremely weird.]

You! I can’t escape you, can I? Here I am partying, just havin’ myself a good time and you want to follow me around….HEY, MY EYES ARE UP HERE, PUNK! I know I’m wearing a low cut top but that doesn’t give you an excuse to ogle. Oh, what is that around my waist? Welllll….it’s the WrestleWorld Campeonatos De Parejas Championship. My Spanish Sucks but it’s basically their tag titles. I won them with Hana Nakajima, you know her right? The most Badass Wrestler In The World? Yeeeeeep. We took the titles off those two redneck gringos and now for the….what is it now? OH YEAH! The THIRD TIME, WITH A THIRD DIFFERENT PARTNER, I find myself wearing tag gold. Pretty cool, right? I’m something of a tag team specialist. I mean I’ve won a singles title here, big matches there, but the tag scene is where I’m at my best. It doesn’t matter who you are, how green you are, how shitty of a wrestler you are, if you team with ME, I can get ya to the promised land. Hell, who do you think that Diantha girl teamed with to get her first taste of actual gold? Me! Wait….you’re joking? I HAVE A MATCH? TOMORROW!?

AGAINST WHO!? Chris Elite? Isn’t that some bum who used to wrestle in that company out in Jersey? OHHHHHHHHHHHH! CHAOS ELITE! Ugh, fucking edgelords? Those guys? The two weirdos who follow the big weirdo? Well he’s not big, especially downstairs, NOT THAT I KNOW PERSONALLY, THAT'S JUST SHIT THAT I HEAR, but yeah. Nathan Fiora. The guy who was having all those weird joke matches last season is the World Champion. Not only that, but his two little bodyguards are champions too. One is the Openweight Champion right? And the other one is Television Champion. Pfft. And he acts like being Television Champion was that big of a deal. Carlos Rosso held that title and he was two snorts of coke away from dying Tony Montana-style. Who else even cares about that title?

The other one, the bald one. I think I’m just gonna call him Damn Baldy or something. Damn Baldy, I think I heard a video of him saying something about how Revy and I were destined to turn on each other. That we were no good. That it’s some sort of surprise that I teamed with Revy like I’m losing my mind. I think people need a history lesson because they’re not up on me and Revy’s relationship. Revy and I have known each other for years now. Were we always partners? No. You see, we both were Specialists Champions in EAW, her reign coming after I had departed the place. We had wrestled each other all over the world, America, Japan, Canada, probably once or twice in Australia too. We even had a Last Woman Standing match over the LAW Specialists Championship, which she won. This was after a Submission match where I had won. Revy is someone that I have fought against so much that I know her like the back of my hand. Sometimes I got so mad at her when I didn’t think she was trying hard enough I would explode, but after a while I realized that she WAS trying, and she WOULD notice that she had more potential. Then, when it was time for me to ditch Diantha, I knew who I wanted my partner to be. Diantha had become too inconsistent, too distant a friend. But, and here’s a thing a lot of people dunno….SHE CALLED ME ALL THE TIME! Even when I was trying to beat the shit out of her when she started hanging with Llorona and Jonetta. Even after they jumped me…..she would call. She would keep planting that seed, building that bridge. She’s the reason I got my OWA Women’s World Title match, because as long as Diantha and Niki Khan and Natalie Cage were champions, I was never going to get a fair shake.

There’s another thing that I don’t think people understand about the Demo Corps. We’re not all sunshine and magical elf piss and rainbows over here. We know that there’s plenty of gold out there for us, but we all want to be the top woman. Llorona beat me, and she’s the strongest today. But guess what? There could be a time real soon when that title belongs to Jonetta, or Revy, or me. We may throw some underhanded tactics out even against our own people when it comes to getting a match here or an opportunity there, but once the bell rings we compete. We fight. And what happens happens. I just happened to get beat and that’s okay. The Strongest ruling is what we’re all about. Apparently with the Awakening, it’s the most brainwashed being ruled that is the order of the day. Who am I to speak ill of the results though? All of them are happy with their titles, the other two content to stay in their station as Fiora’s little obedient puppies. That’s not how we operate. We are comrades. We have similar aims and had similar grievances. There is no “leader”, there’s only a neverending push to move past the others and get to the top.

I’d really find it adorable if I didn’t have the urge to vomit.

It’s amazing to me that people can come on here like Damn Baldy and say that I, A CERTIFIED CATCH WRESTLING LEGEND, ONE OF THE FEW PEOPLE WALKING THE PLANET THAT HAS SUBMITTED ARIA JAXON AND JACOB MOTHERFUCKING SENN, am an amateur. I really missed that memo. I mean, If he thinks I’m scared of wrestling him because he’s a man or something, does he not know I wrestled the Derelict once, giving up who knows how much weight and enduring smells that would make most goats puke, and didn’t lose? I have seen the best that the professional wrestling world has to offer, in Japan, right here in Mexico, in Europe. And Chaos Elite are good. Individual pieces that have gelled well into a decent enough tag team. But after fighting some of the biggest stars in the wrestling world for the past five years, this is just a warm up to me. This is just a chance to check out new submissions and see if one of the experimental finishing moves that Revy and I have come up with work out. I don’t want to brag too much, but I have proven time and time again that men that underestimate me wind up looking stupid. Hell, I beat Jeff X once and I’m pretty sure I was at least very well buzzed while doing so.

I really don’t care much about getting these tag titles for myself, in all honesty. But I do give a damn about them for Revy. People will swear up and down that she can’t wrestle, hell I used to think that she couldn’t wrestle her way out of a wet paper bag if you gave her scissors. But when she’s inspired, when she’s paying attention, she’s as good as I am. And we all know that I’m pretty fucking good. I mean there’s not a lot of people walking around who can say they’ve held titles in SSW, OWA, LAW, WrestleWorld and EAW. That list I’m sure is pretty goddamn short. And I’m on it. And you people WILL respect MY gangster and you WILL respect REVY’s talent.

I kinda gave up on Religion a while ago. I’m not in the mood to pray and be beholden to the whims of some prophet who has no idea what my life is like, no idea what my struggle is like. I don’t want an offer to join their little club and I don’t need it. I’m happy now. I’m happy with Revy, Jonetta and Llorona. Even if we are dysfunctional as hell and will probably have at least one mass brawl a month as long as we keep this thing going, but I’m proud to be with them. They accept who and what I am and I accept them. Same with me and Revy. Our friendship is more complicated and much deeper than the shallow markers of success that those two fuckheads put on it.

I’ve been through a lot this season. I lost the Goddesses title. I lost the LAW Specialists title. I got SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO fucking close to winning the World title that I could taste it. But now, with people like my Lucha friend Hana and the Demo Corps, I’m actually happy. I don’t have to run around seeking the approval of men who don’t know just how dangerous I am in the ring and exactly what they’re locking horns with. They aren’t wrestling some randomly put together pairing of mediocre wrestlers. They’re going against a well-oiled machine poised to take the tag team world by storm, guided by the tag experience of the greatest technical wrestler in the history of the universe and powered by Revy’s ambition and inspiration. We’ll beat those guys. And then we’ll get our tag title match that we totally fucking deserve. Heh, maybe I can triple up on gold after Final Destination and beat whichever one I tap out for their title and bring it to Odyssey as the “Women’s Intercontinental Championship” or something.

I do hope that people continue to doubt me. To doubt US. We don’t give a fuck. When we have you in our sights and are about to pull the trigger, there’s not much else to be done. All you can do is hope that you’re alright with your Supreme Being of choice and prepare for the end. OH! OHHHHHHH! I do hope that the Blacklist is Watching. And I hope that Scott Oasis and all the people who make decisions are watching. Because we’re going to beat these guys and beat them soundly. And once we’ve beaten them, We DAMN WELL BETTER get our title match. That would be THREE SINGLES CHAMPIONS that we’d have gone through in just a couple of matches of AR-15 existing. You all saw what happened to Odyssey after we weren’t GIVEN what we wanted immediately. Do you really want to see us bring our brand of violence to another brand, especially a brand full of Pushovers and patsies like Kingdom. Do you really want that in your life? On your conscience?

Okay, give us what we want then, pretty please with a sugary sweet cherry on top?

Thank you.

NOW, BEFORE I KICK SOME ASS, I NEED TO GET LOADED ONE MORE TIME. BARKEEP, THE STRONGEST FUCKING TEQUILA YOU’VE GOT LEFT!

Oh….not for you, little man. No. You go do whatever it is you do and make sure everybody sees this. LOOK, WE’RE NOT DATING! WE DON’T DO ANYTHING TOGETHER! You’re too skinny and way too young for my taste. Go on now...shoo.

Michael Bishop, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, Gwen Harper and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Since Keelan wanna go ahead and talk shit on my name. Since he wants to bite the hand that feeds him. Imma let him know who the true daddy is. IT'S ME BITCH BOI! And I say this out of love and respeck my brotha. But I gotta put you in your place Keel. You need to understand who is big dick on campus when it comes to the Blacklist. And that's ya boi Nas. It's still #BLM all day! But Imma have to give you the fade and throw yo ass into a pool of Velveeta. I mean, given your eating habits, I'm sure that's more of a reward than a punishment. And don't flex like you don't be muchin and crunchin on that Mac & Cheese like Fiora be doin that Dry Turkey bro. I SEEN YOU AT CATERING! Just piling on plates of nothin but Mac & Cheese. I mean, Keelan more forcused on Elbow Macaroni than he is on Elbow Drops! Issa damn shame too. I invested heavily in you being the next Omega Heavyweight Champion Keel! I WANTED TO PASS DOWN MY EFED LEGACY TO YOU BRO! But see, now I gotta put ya down myself, and let Yung Cagington hold it down in the world title scene instead. And hopefully he don't fuck up the same way you did Keelan, because if so he'll be joining you in that cheese pool. Then I'll take matters into my own hands and win the OHC for BLM! See you on Atlantis brotha, PCE~!

On a sidenote, make sure to cop your new Blacklist Merch on OmegaShop.com ladies and gents~! They sell like Keelan do during World Title Matches!
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Michael Bishop, Alyssa Grace and Rebecca Brookes have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Cult of Personality

(Camera shows April Song by the exit of an airport with bags and luggage in hand. It’s late at night, the area, empty and quiet. April is tapping her foot, growing impatience as she is waiting for….)

April: Revy! There you are. Let’s go already!

(Revy pops into the camera shot with a guitar in hand)

April: What took you so long and uh… why you got a guitar?

Revy: I was at the bar, because I needed the courage to do this. April. Sit down. Please.

April: Revy, I’m tired. It’s late, Can we just go to the Hotel and…

Revy: Please! April! This is important!

(April sighs and sits down in a nearby seat. Revy takes her guitar and positions it in front of her and starts to strike a chord. Revy starts to sing)

If I should stay
I would only be in your way
So I'll go but I know
I'll think of you every step of the way

AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

April: Please stop. Revy, what is this all about?

Revy: Look April, I will always love you. But I get it. With recent events of seeing Llorona winning the title and Jonetta fighting for it, I know you got dreams and ambitions too, baby gurl. I know you want that world title. And I just want to tell you, that if you wanted to focus on that, I’m cool with that. You gotta do your thang, so don’t let me hold you back. You ain’t getting any younger. I know this now, but It’s ok. I’m strong. I only cried for 20 mins. But I can do this. I can let you go so that you can focus on you and I’m sure I’ll manage somehow. Like maybe I can join a cult or something and..

April: Revy.. Revy. That’s sweet…. But you are a dumb bitch. Like you know that I want to tag with you and win the Tag Team gold.

Revy: You do?

April: Yes, dummy!

Revy: But look at what happened with you and Diantha. Iron Squadron. Didn’t you end that shit so you could focus on you? I don’t wanna be that bitch that puts you back in the tag team scene for my sake. I don’t want what happened between you and Diantha to happen to us.

April: Revy… that’s sweet… but you a dumb bitch. Of course what happened to Diantha and I won’t happen to us. Diantha, she was selfish, she didn’t understand how lucky she was to have me as her partner. She didn’t appreciate what I’ve done for her, and in the end, all she cared about was herself. But you, Revy, you’re stupid, but in an endearing way.

Revy: Aw shucks, I love you too, April.

April: No, I mean it. Most people are petty and would turn on each other in a heart beat, but you, you’re like a dog, loyal to a fault.

Revy: Aw, you’re my bitch too.

April: Yeah, you’re crude, you are weird, and yeah, you might not be the best in the ring. But you honestly try your best and you wouldn’t turn your back on your friends and comrades, and I respect that about you. You are legit the only person trying to hold Demo Corp together, when between me, Llorona, and Jonetta, we all wanted something for our own selfish gain. But you, as dumb as it was, value the friendship that was made. Honestly, it’s refreshing, and also, I enjoy the fact that I can have some fun around you, even when it can be tiresome.

Revy: You mean it?

April: Yes. I mean it. I want to take AR-15 seriously, and we are gonna win that Tag Team gold. And as for the OWA Women’s Championship, I still want that title, but I want to win that with you by my side.

Revy: Wow, I can be OWA Women’s Champion…’s best friend. That’s a pretty big accomplishment for me. Because I’m gonna be honest, I don’t think Rona likes me that much.

April: Eh, her loss. Now come on, we gotta get a good nights rest to deal with Chaos Elite.

Revy: Wait! Before you go! I have a song.

April: Revy, please. I know you can’t hit that note.

Revy: I TOTALLY CAN, but this isn’t the song. A new one that I wrote. Listen.

(Revy pulls a can of beer from one of April luggages as April looks on in surprise. Revy quickly shotguns the can and tosses the can into the trashcan perfectly. Revy gets comfortable and starts strumming the guitar)

DRINK BEER! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
RAISE SOME HELL! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
BEAT NOAH! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
OH HELL YEAH! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)

NANI?! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
NANI?! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
OH HELL YEAH!
BEAT EON! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
OH HELL YEAH! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)

FUCK YOU FIORA!

NANI?! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
DRINK SOME BEER! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
RAISE HELL! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
OH HELL YEAH!

ARA ARA! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
CHAOS ELITE! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
STUPID NAME FOR A TEAM! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
NANI?! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
AR-15! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
BUST A CAP IN THEIR ASS!

KNOCK OUT THEIR TEETHS NOW (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN).
FIT MORE OF DADDY FIORA’S DICK IN THEIR MOUTHS! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
NANI?! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
AWAKENING?! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
AWAKEN DEEZ NUTZ?! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
NANI?! (DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN)
OH HELL YEAH!

(Guitar Solo)

FUCK YOU FIORA!
REVY OUT!

Revy: So what did you think?

April: What… the .. hell.. Was that?

Revy: You asked a few weeks back for us to make a new theme song for AR-15, so…

April: No… just no. And you don’t gotta write it … or perform it.

Revy: Oh, ok. Yeah, thinking back. Kind of stupid. Because we are only gonna be beating their asses once anyway, so why waste that shit on putting them in our theme song. I mean, can you imagine? Being dumb enough to follow Nathan Fiora or all people.

April: Right? Atleast Moongoose pays us handsomely to follow his shit.

(Revy and April laughs it off)

Revy: God, I miss the boys. But here is the deal. Chaos Elite, Awakening, whatever the fuck you are. I don’t give a rats ass who you follow. This is a free country. You can worship Deez Nutz for all I care. But let’s be real here. Awakening, that shit wouldn’t be a thing if it wasn’t for Shin-SEKAI being a thing. Hell, you weren’t even the first group to jump on that bandwagon after us. You came in after the Ashes, and after Frontlines. And because Daddy Fiora saw how effective that was, he recruited people dumb enough to follow his lead. But the facts remain, that if Awakening had anything to do with everything that went down on Kingdom, where the real factions war started, you’d all be dead in the water.

April: Revy is right. Man, that just gets weirder each time I say it. But Revy is right. We all know what kind of man Father Fiora really is. He is the kind of man that wouldn’t be able to handle “war.” Fiora is a coward that would turn on you all just to protect his own hide, but I’m sure all you nuts will convince yourself that him being a coward is all part of the greater and holy plan for you all, and that you must continue to have faith in him. And you idiots are dumb enough to fall for it. Imagine, being someone’s stooge just for the sake of having this man tell you what to do, and believing that any accomplishments you have made can be credited to him, doing absolutely nothing, but taking credit for it all.

Revy: Exactly, but guess what, QUINN! Despite losing to you last time. That was a wrestling match. It’s no surprise I lost a wrestling match. HAVE YOU SEEN ME WORK?! It’s your fault for thinking that I am capable at that sort of thing. But bet, that if the rules were different, as in no rules, you’d be dead. Like you’ll be surprise how quickly I can take a flashbang and shove it up your poop chute and send you crying to your mama.

April: It’s true. I’ve seen her done it. It’s both terrifying and fascinating. Like, she just sneaks up on you, and..

Revy: YEAH! But don’t worry about that little anus of yours. Because I’m gonna stay try and true, with April showing me the ropes. I will get better and I, a 113 lb small woman will not get her ass beat by you, a grown ass man. But yeah, sure, you deserved that win. Beat Revy, I don’t care.

April: And Eon, you can talk about how exclusives the Awakening it. You can preach about how special you are to be one of the few chosens. But that doesn’t’ change the fact that you, Noah, and Mark are just a bunch of suckers, targeted because you’re the only one dumbest to believe in his ass. Fiora was a nobody before all this, and only reason he is a world champion is because you all had to carry his ass against Derelict. I mean, have the 3 or you looked at yourselves in the mirror, and then back at Fiora. Like, are you guys really Awake, or sleeping with your eyes closed? I don’t get you crackers. I really don’t. It’s like any man can walk through those doors, say he is a man of faith and christ, and you all don’t question that shit, BELIEVING, that any person of god should use his blessing to bully the homeless and win championship Gold. Listen to yourselves. Only person I’ve seen that believes in that kind of hype of himself as a “god” is Kevin Devastation. You following a man, that thinks he is Kevin Devastation. I repeat. He acts, he sounds, and is rip off … of Kevin Devastation. And you see where he is now? Have you seen how much disrespect he gets?

Revy: Gross. Ugh. imagine. Wanting to be like KD. But what a fuckin’ cliche, like the Awakening hasn’t been done over and over and been compared to a cult. But these crackas. They just never learn. But whatever, bois. At Atlantis. April and I, we gonna beat both your asses. You’re lucky April here isn’t interested in the irrelevant, streaming is the future, TV Title or the “your beautiful no matter what size you are” weight title. We want the tag team titles, and I suggest you all do your best to keep that shit on Olympus, because April and I know, when it comes to Odyssey and Kingdom, we don’t need to make Jesus Christ, simps, and majin Stark jokes to be relevant. Please, come over here. Cross the proverbial Friday night lines and join us on the weekends. Test your faiths across the border and march into the godless territory that is Kingdom and Odyssey, and find out the hard truth. That you, Fiora, Awakening, ain’t that special. Stay in yo lane, and get the fuck out of our way, because those OWA Tag Team Titles are ours, and you can tell Daddy Fiora that when he has to kiss your boo-boos from the righteous ass beating we gonna give you. PREPARE YOUR ANUS!

April: REVY NO!

Revy: NOT FOR THAT! Fiora couldn’t afford that kind of service for them. Plus they couldnt handle it, just like they wouldn’t be able to handle us, I hope Fiora likes sugar-coated bootis, because AR-15 laying the smackdown on their candy asses!

(April and Revy pick up their bags and get ready to head out the exit door, only to see a huge crowd of fans waiting for them, cheering and taking pictures. Revy closes the door.)

April: Ugh, not again.

Revy: The fuck was all that?! Were we always this popular?

April: We? No… no … no…. You.

Revy: Me? What?

April: Didn’t Jonetta tell you? You legit have a huge fanbase. A bunch of weebs simping for you? Like, they are obsessed with you.

Revy: But why? I got Niki fired. … I throw flashbangs at people…. I kick puppies and club baby seals..

April: Look, I don’t get it either, but you just have some hardcore fans, that just can’t see you do any wrong. SIMPS!

Revy: Really?

(Revy pops her head out to the sound of erupting crowds. She take her head back in, only to get silence. She pops her head out to cheer onces more and hears from the crowd, “WE LOVE YOU REVY-CHAN!!”)

Revy: How long has this been a thing?

April: You never noticed? You always had weird stalker fans follow you.

Revy: I thought those were your fans!

April: I have a few, but your online fan club, legit has like… thousands of followers.

Revy: Wait… are you telling me? I have…. An army…. Of simps?!

April:.... Yes?!

Revy: And they will follow me, no matter what I do?

April: Yeah, it’s kind of scary how loyal these fans are to you. But come on, let’s just get through this and get ready for tomorrow. ..WAIT… REVY.. WHERE DID YOU GO?!

(April looks out to the crowd where Revy leaps into the sea of her loyal fans)

Revy: CARRY ME AWAY! I AM YOUR GAWD!! CALL ME…. MOTHER REVY!!

Jeff X, Emmanuelle, Alyssa Grace, Rebecca Brookes and Gwen Harper have spoken. It’s such good shit!

"Fuels the Comedy" (Kingdom vs. Mongoose McQueen #1)

{The feed cuts in and we find ourselves looking at the outside of a very familiar sight in the form of the (in)famous War Room dojo in Bushwick, New York. The familiar sight being location of so many epic scenes over the years as the camera shows us a number of the current students milling outside, just generally hanging out and talking among themselves and such before the camera pans to the left slowly to show us none other than Ryo Sakazaki himself, slightly leaning against the hood of his car as he watches the events going on across the street from him}

Ryo: Everything has a beginning. A tangible moment where you can actually feel the future forming and you can almost see each and every single little twist and turn on the path you’re about to take...but the one thing that you’re never allowed to see is the struggle. How hard it will be, what forms it will take, and ultimately how you will be tested.

From that first moment that I stepped into the War Room, that’s how I was. I knew that I didn’t have that innate tricky bastard mind of my friend Robert Garcia nor was I blessed with that natural talent that made Jacob Striker the prized pupil of our sensei, Stephanie Matsuda.

No, what I had was a focus and determination. You see, I wanted this life for myself. Not the riches and the fame, I wanted to be one of the greats like I saw growing up next to Robbie and Jake.

Guys like the Reaver, “Total Elimination” Eli Flair, Sean “Triple-X” Stacey, “Mister Everything” Devon Jackson, Hornet, the “Hellfighter” Patrick Michael Shutt, and so many, many others that we would watch over the years.

But you see, eventually I became too focused. I stopped remembering why I was wrestling and simply let me ego start to fuel my desires. My anger at being so easily dismissed by an egocentric bastard like Arata Asakura who I looked up to and respected to being used as a pawn in a feud between my best friend and Myojin.

{Ryo crosses his arms over his broad chest and leans forward, turning his head to regard the camera}

Ryo: But tell me, Mongoose...when did *your* fall begin?

I mean when did the great Disaster Artist become *the* Disaster?

I mean you went from being a world champion here in this very company and headlining so many key events...to chasing down wisps of purple smoke every chance you can and while I can see how some people are obsessed over Pokemon to the point where people will spend hours on that Pokemon Go app...since when did Abholos become one?

Is that purple smoke really so damn addictive that you’re personally responsible for everyone who used to be in awe of the great “God of War Mongoose McQueen” walk right on over you from Michael Bishop and Arata Asakura to even my fellow Frontline member Jeff X.

I mean for fuck’s sake, Goose, I’ll be the first one to admit it but those jackets and shit that I used to wear as you might recall...you’re the one who influenced me on that one because you had goddamn style and now look at you, acting like some goofy haired mother fucker from a backyard promotion high on some really good weed and thinking that maybe you can get magic powers like in an Insane Clown Posse video!

Now this week on Kingdom instead of standing in that ring and being apart of of that big street fight with Havoc, Maverick, Jeff X, Aria, and JD...you're much lower on the card facing me in the opener!

Now far be it for me to insult my own ego, my own fucking standing in the world but I know full well that I've been having a rough time of it...but then again I am the one that tore you down back at Clash of the Titans by eliminating you during the men's Clash.

Me, a guy that normally you wouldn’t look at twice and that you and your boys mocked in the days leading up to the Great War a few months back...but then again I bet you’re so focused on getting ahold of some backwoods swamp magics to try and get the upper hand like Abholos’ purple smoke or a candle that will summon a younger and more demonic version of Ozzy freaking Osbourne to help you win back the world title.

The point is Goose, that it won’t be by some kind of dark magics or ill timed stage tricks that will give me the edge to victory in this match...you’ve lost it before we’ve even had the match because of your choice to pursue the false promise of a quick win because you need it so badly, Goose, because that’s how far you’ve fallen from your own grace and you are so lost in this...we’ll call it for what it is an *obsession*.

{Ryo then motions at himself with his right hand}

Ryo: Now I could go the same exact route and try to find the cheap way to help get me back on track and tear down the bastards who showed me ill intent and called me fucking unworthy but the fact of that matter is that I don’t need hookey magic tricks or some magical demon Pokemon wanna-be escapee from some children’s fun show to give me the victory at Kingdom.

{Ryo smiles for the first time in this entire promo as he slowly brings both of his hands up and clenches them tightly into fists before him}

Ryo: I’ll be doing it with the strength of my own two hands and while these hands may have failed me some recently, that doesn’t mean that I don’t trust in my own strength enough to tear you down even further than you already are and claim the title of “Disaster Artist” for myself, Goose.

Because while I may not be dripping in gold quite yet like you have in the past, I’m thinking that my path is actually kind of mirroring that of my best friend’s in that he had a rough patch before he started to hoist golden dreams above his head night after night.

And while people like Myojin might be showing me disrespect because I didn’t win the match, they also cannot deny the fact that it wasn’t an easy win for them because I not only took them to the limit but I pushed them beyond because I’m not afraid of the work and nor do I cut the corners.

Like you are trying to do because of your own fall.

So come Kingdom, I want you to get ready to fall just a little bit more as the new Disaster Artist takes the brush from the Disaster and starts to paint his own future.

Be seeing you soon, Goose.

{Ryo then pushes away from his car as the feed cuts out}

Scott Oasis and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

We’re all in this together, eh? It’s amazing the lengths Aren will go to punish people that know how to succeed. One group has all the belts? We can’t have that. That’s not good. I get it. But the picks to replace us aren’t exactly of the highest quality either. Nobi’s had a title shot against every champion under the sun and his record isn’t exactly perfect. Noah Reigner has nothing but a singular win over Eon and I that he considers his crowning achievement, by the way he loves to glorify it. Liz Karlson just showed up and is already getting a title shot as well because the rest of the brands are feeling left out of the fun. All this to get The Awakening off our thrones on top of OWA. Disrespectful, after the grind we’ve been through, OWA can’t even give us the chance to defend these titles on our own, instead trying their best to wrench these belts from our grasp by enlisting teams to do so because they realized what they were doing was never going to work. We’ve taken every challenge they’ve thrown at us and knocked it out of the park, no matter the...methods. They need to ensure that we can’t take any liberties with the match, and to do that, they need to even the odds. A nice try, sure. But The Awakening comes out on top nonetheless. Nobody’s been able to knock us off. Nobody’s been able to knock ME off and a tag match against a randomly made team won’t be enough to take the belts away from the most dominant faction in the history of this company.

But don’t worry, you’ll hear more than enough of me talking about that match once FD comes around. But before The Awakening puts all their belts on the line, Eon and I have a warmup to look forward to on the next episode of Atlantis. AR-15. Revy and April Song. You’d think that April Song was smart enough to choose a better partner than that. She had Diantha Rosso on her side and she flushed that business relationship down the drain to...team up with Revy? To lose to Llorona? To have her finishers kicked out of a million times on pay-per-view? I admire the tenacity to move up the ranks, I really do. I know what it feels like to not be used to your full potential right away. But I don’t think that what she’s doing right now benefits her as an individual. And she might be all for the group now, but when things continue to pass her by, I think we’ll start to see some more betrayal. The Demolition Corps share some traits with The Awakening. They look like they’re on the top of their brand. But the difference is that they can’t share the wealth. One day they’re hugging it out, and the other, they’re beating the shit out of each other because they all want the same thing and only one can have it. And right now, it’s Llorona with the gold. April Song failed at getting it, and I doubt she’s feeling all sunshine and rainbows. Jonetta Stone just couldn’t wait for her to drop it and decided to sacrifice a friendship to cash in her Athena’s Cup to make FD a triple threat. Whoever comes out of that the winner doesn’t matter to the Demo Corps, because I have a feeling that they’ll be in the dumpster either way. And who’s the odd woman out in this? April Song. Oh yeah, and Revy too, but who cares about Revy? I doubt Revy even cares that much about Revy.

The new AR-15 really doesn’t impress me. They want to put two amateurs against two of OWA’s champions? It’s their funeral, I guess. I know that April Song can somewhat carry herself. We’ve seen it before. But she’s not even close enough to match up against me and Eon. Not with Revy holding her down. Hell, not even without Revy holding her down. She might be enough to get a world title shot or a solid clash performance, but when it comes to facing off against OWA’s top talent, she just can’t compare. Eon and I have been part of the hottest thing in OWA, and our momentum isn’t about to be squashed by some lesser Demo Corps members. It appears that they’re both using each other, from my point of view. Sure, they might come off as best friends on the outside to the point where it’s cringeworthy. They might put too much trust in each other to show off their incredible bond that I just can’t buy. I’m sure Revy’s enjoying this. It might be a little fake for April. But when push comes to shove and one pisses off the other, there won’t be any making up. They’ll go at one another without mercy, and Revy will probably get sent to the hospital. I’d like to think that Eon and I can’t say that. Sure, we might not agree with each other on everything, but at least our partnership has a chance of lasting. We can work through disagreements instead of betraying each other like what’s going to eventually happen with the new AR-15. Soon enough, April will grow tired of the losing and lack of success and turn on her second tag team partner. I can see it coming from all the way here. April Song is a person that can’t deal with a lack of success for long, and teaming with goddamn Revy is just what’s going to be given to her. They might get a shot at the tag titles. I can see it happening now that the Queens have been dethroned. But I can’t see that ending in any other way than a loss, and you know what’s going to come after that. Revy might be fooled into thinking that their relationship is a perfect one, but anyone on the outside can see what’s happening. No team lasts forever. This is wrestling, after all. But this particular team won’t be sticking around. Chaos Elite isn’t perfect, but it’s pretty close. If we weren’t singles champions on our own, I can see us holding tag gold right now. We’re everything you could want and AR-15 doesn’t come close.

We know I’m better than Revy, not like that’s too much to flex about. She had a shot at my TV Title for some reason and failed miserably. And not one person was surprised. I’m ashamed that I even tried to take her seriously. I thought that she was a competent wrestler because she was in a solid faction, but I was obviously wrong. All bark, and no bite. And the bark is pretty mediocre as well. No harm done, though. Some people might say that this time will be different now that she has April to lean on, but that will only prolong the inevitable. It’s no secret that Revy isn’t exactly the best wrestler on the planet. And with the Openweight Champion on my side, how big of a difference can April Song make? Not a big one if you ask me. Revy is a shitty person for no reason. I’ve talked about this before. She used her one wish to fire Niki Khan when she could’ve just given herself the championship. Maybe because she knows she’d lose that shit on the first defence in minutes. She enjoys the pain and suffering of others that haven’t done anything to her because she’s a piece of shit in general. But not enough to inflict that herself, apparently. Probably because she’s unable to. Instead, she has to find other people that share the same interests as her so they can do the actual work. And it looks like she has. But when she enters a ring with me again, none of that shit’s going to work. She’s had a little taste of what’s going to be coming her way before Cage had the idea to get involved and never follow up on it. Now she better know who exactly she’s going up against. She should know what she could’ve become if Cage didn’t come and give her an out. And this time there will be nobody to save her the embarrassment except her partner who will be getting an equal share of the punishment. Revy can’t fucking wrestle to save her life. She gets by with the people around her doing her dirty work. And when she steps in the ring, she has to resort to dirty methods to not be completely stomped into the mud, but this time she’s going up against two members of the goddamn Awakening. I’d like to think that we know a little about questionable methods. We don’t have the flawless moral compass of her usual opponents, do we? We don’t hold ourselves to morals that only keep us from reaching our true potential. Revy can try it, and we’ll retaliate two times harder. And I have no doubt that she will, and when she does, she’ll learn another harsh lesson of life.

And then there’s the more competent member of this little duo. I didn’t know April was so starved for attention and companionship that she’d degrade herself to teaming up with Revy. Even if to only use her for her own intentions, you’d think that there’s plenty of better fish in the sea. Maybe Devi Krysis or some shit. But I guess Revy is shockingly easy to manipulate. When it comes down to it, she’s not the sharpest tool in the shed. She’ll follow out around like a fucking puppy if you pay her the slightest compliment. But in the ring, she’s useless. That means that April Song’s on her own when it’s time to get in the ring. She might have one biggest fan in her tag partner, but it seems that she’s the odd woman out when it comes to the Demo Corps and the Women’s World Title. Sure, she had a war with the current champ for the vacant belt, but nobody will remember it as a war. They’ll remember that she lost and Llorona won. That’s how life works. And now she has to watch Jonetta Stone and her former goddamn tag team partner that she betrayed face Llorona for the belt. Everything is not coming out April, are they? Not at all. I do feel bad for her even though I’m about to add another blemish on this sad run she’s on. Imagine having to watch everyone but you get a title shot on the biggest event of the year and you’re stuck teaming with Revy. Ouch. That could’ve been her, headlining a night of FD. Imagine getting a chance to knock off your former tag partner and a woman that you thought you trusted, all in one match. Wouldn’t it feel great to stick it to those people and walk out with the championship every woman on Odyssey desires? But I guess it wasn’t meant to be. How long can this go on, April? How long can you watch everyone around you fly up to the top of the card, seemingly leaving you behind? You weren’t getting anywhere with the Iron Squadron and that’s fine. You needed a move to slingshot yourself up the card, and you did that, but now it looks like that slingshot ride has come to an end. And Eon and I are about to prove that on Atlantis.

This is a chance to get back on track after the Clash. The Clash of the Titans was a disappointing match for everyone except Darkane, but Eon and I are ready to get back on the horse. The same goes for Revy and April, but the difference is that their misfortune is only going to continue. The Demo Corps can try and interfere, but The Awakening will be right there with them. We come out on top no matter what.

There’s only one way this match ends and that’s with Chaos Elite victorious.

Jeff X, Emmanuelle and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Atlantis Promo

Jammed Clip

It should come as no surprise to anyone. In fact, it says alot about the actual respect people have for Chaos Elite and the Awakening. Oh I am terribly sorry. I guess I should explain myself. You see, for almost a year now, Chaos Elite has been on the tips of the tongue of every mouth in professional wrestling. You see, whether it was from the shocking alliance myself and Quinn first forged, or the wars we battled with GRiME, and The Nice Guys..good Guys, best friend...well whatever Nobi and Teddy Mac were calling themselves in that uhm short lived pairing. Or the formation of the Awakening, to how we lifted the Television title off Wakefield to how we are all now dripped in heavenly gold before you. We are always being talked about. That's why it's really no surprise when these upstarts come knocking on our door when they want to make a run at Tag Team Glory. It is as clear as day that we are held as the standard bearers for the Tag Team Division. But it is not all rainbows and sunshine when these teams come calling. Look at a team like the Corsairs. They wanted to establish themselves, make a run at the tag titles. Now I fully admit, they got the better of us. They etched out an insignificant win against us. And what did that get them? Nothing. No tag title match. A showing in the clash. Graham Baker feuding on his own with Matt Miles, and Noah Reigner, well he agreed to be thrown onto a pishposh team as a last ditch effort to actually make something of himself in OWA.

Now we have another lining up. They call themselves AR-15. April Song and Revy. Sadly, I see potential in this team. Its unfortunate that they already seem loyal to someone else. Imagine, simply imagine a world where The Awakening wielded the powerful AR-15. To be blessed by the vision and the teachings of Father Nathan Fiora. They could rule the tag team division. I...I could give them that chance. I could offer them a spot in the Awakening. It has been some time since I have placed my offer on the table. It has been some time since I have laid out to all of you just why someone would benefit from being a part of the Awakening. Let's start with Revy. Revy, I hear it in your words, I see it in your actions. You hate being known as McQueens little sister. You hate living in that shadow. You hate being seen as the joke. And it follows you, wherever you go. It followed you into the Demo Corps, it Follows you even now. When the world sees you, they see nothing more than the Flashbang wielding jokester of Shin-Sekai. Hell Revy, even you are not dumb enough to see how miserable your old partner Mizumi was with you. Even now, you are partnered with April Song. Your new best friend. Tell us Revy, Why would April Align herself with you, after spending years at the side of Diantha Rosso? Well let's break it down shall we? April and Diantha were seen as equals. Women talented enough to win tag titles, singles titles and rule the world. But here is where the problems begin. April found singles success outside of OWA. In OWA she was able to win the Goddesses Championship. But Diantha had Lock on that OWA Women's World Championship. And we all know she could not handle that and ultimately turned on her best friend.

Revy, she then came to you...You do know why don’t you? It is because she does not believe that you can outshine her. Revy, she knows that being aligned with you makes her the star. Makes her the Diantha of the group. And if you ever, even one time got the chance to change that. Well, you would find out like Diantha did, just how much April cares about friendships. You are a team as long as you don't strive to be the bigger star Revy. Deep down, I think you know this to be true. That's why I honestly believe that you would be perfect in the Awakening. You could finally be a part of something you were equal in. None of us are more important than the other and we all strive to make each other better.

And April, while I may have laid out some unflattering truths about you, you too could benefit from this offer. You would see what it is like to be motivated, and driven to be better than you currently are. Through the Father’s teachings you could learn to trust those around you again. We could help you step out of your shell of mediocrity in OWA. Tag titles, women's world titles, back into the goddesses good graces? We could make all of that happen for you, just as it has happened for us. You and Revy side by side would actually look like a force of reckoning. Right now, you are nothing more than whispers in the ears of those who matter. One of the teachings, that actions mean more, has always held true. Before I was in the awakening, I told people how amazing I was, I told people how I would rule and be better. I did a lot of telling, but the actions, they, lacked the same hubris. Then I along with Noah Quinn joined Fiora. Look at my track record since then. Victory after victory, my actions started to make my words carry weight. And it all led to me winning my first Championship. That's why I am able to speak to you now as I am. To dangle this offer in front of you. Because My words have been proven by my actions.

An offer to join the Awakening is not just handed out to everyone. The corsairs did not get the offer, Keelan was not offered, the revived Stark was not given a second chance. No, to be offered a spot in the Awakening means something. Being offered a spot means you could mean something, which is why AR-15, I stand here to offer you…

Nothing.

No chance, no offer to join the awakening. And why, why would I dangle it so nicely out there to ultimately not grant the offer? Because you want to use me and Quinn, Chaos Elite of the Awakening as your stepping stone to the tag team titles. You have the nerve to look beyond us, to state your plans are already in motion. Well ladies, I hate to be the bearer of the bad news but your plans stop on Atlantis. You will stand across the ring from the longest reigning OWA Television Champion Noah Quinn. Revy, he may sound familiar, he stomped in your brain a few weeks back when you thought about stepping out of your comfort zone. And You will be standing against the 2nd Longest reigning OWA Openweight Champion, in me Eon Blue. We are not simple pushovers. As I stated and as it has become clear, we are the standard bearers. You want to face us because we are the now. We rule OWA. The Awakening is the most powerful group OWA has ever seen. So I get the want, the need and the desire to rub our elbows. To get in the ring with those who can only raise your own worth by even being mentioned in the same breath as us. Because even in loss, even losing to the Awakening raises your own star.

You see, AR-15 you are coming at us. You want to use us to make your claim for those tag titles. Hell, after your recent win on Odyssey, yanno the one where you had to have outside help from a third party to even win? What better way than to go after an established team and take your shot. There is only one problem with that. The clip in your gun, well it's jammed. You misfire here, you misfire on Atlantis. But that's ok, really, because even in losing to us, even in falling short, you are going to get recognized. Well perhaps not in a good way. You will be noticed, but it will be for failing to achieve what it is you want.

You see, this isn't your time to rise up and make a name in the tag division, no this is just a time for me and Quinn to practice for what's coming up at Final Destination 3. Where the Awakening is going to be in a 6 man tag team match. And much like the fledgling AR-15, we are going up against a team so thrown together by our illustrious general manager, that they honestly won't stand a chance. Noah Reigner, scratching from the bottom to even be in the match. Liz Karlson, who has done what exactly to even be in this match and Nobi...Who yet again is graced with a chance to win gold in OWA. Spoiler report, he never does. You see, we need to fight a ragtag team to get ready for the raggiest of teams made. Sadly, if the three of them had single matches against us at FD3, they would have had a better shot of at least winning. But the fact that they have to rely on people they wouldn't normally need to rely on puts them at such a horrid disadvantage well….

But that's enough about FD3. I am still focused on what's coming at Atlantis. April, Revy, I am sure you have teamed together long enough to show true teamwork this week. But you have nothing, and are nothing compared to Chaos Elite and the Awakening. Like we do every time we step into that ring. Our actions will make the words we speak mean something. You are coming up against a dominant force. You may feel that you are ready, able and might even think possible to win this upcoming match. But it's not. My faith in what I do, what me and my brothers do does not waiver for anyone. We walk into Atlantis to show the world why we are the favorites to walk out of FD3 still draped in the gold we have ALL earned. Now, you may think there are plans, subversions you could scheme where Llorona and Jonetta Stone may arrive to help you. They may even accompany you to the ring. But do not forget. We have Mark, Jamal, Nathan, all willing, ready, and able to back up their brothers. You see Chaos Elite is not just a push over team. We are the goal, we are what the likes of you want to be. Successful, reigning, defending champions.

Father, forgive this son who walks your path. For I have chosen today not to spread your word, not to call to the lost and bring them into the favor of the teachings. No Instead, I have chosen to prove why they are undeserving of such an offer. Pray give them mercy when they stand before the gates of judgement for they no not what it is they have sewn. Filled with greed and words that fall lifeless without their own actions. AR-15 is not lost, but they should be forgotten for they are worthless in your eyes. Grace me and Quinn with the way forward. Let our actions as they take down this team be your message. That the Awakening is, and shall remain the Power, the Truth, and the WAY.

On my Honor as your Disciple shall I take it upon myself to deliver that message. Let the world know that WE are the standard Bearers. AR-15, you shall be the format, on which this message is delivered. Through your defeat shall we continue to rise.

Jeff X, Emmanuelle and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Nakita DuBov

Against Liz Karlson, Devi Krysis, & Azurine Vebbins vs. Daisy Thrash, Nakita DuBov, & Kimberly Chase

Odyssey Promo #1: “I Take Years off of People’s Careers”

(Fade In)

Nakita DuBov: “I’ve been in this business for a while, being a professional wrestler and all, and for good or ill I have learned a lot in it. One thing that I can honestly say is that wins and losses really are just part of the game. I’m going to win matches and unfortunately I’m going to lose matches, but being someone as naturally athletic as I am, someone who is as tall, and a big and strong as I am, simply put you are going to TRULY know it, but most importantly you are going to FEEL it. They say that there are certain matches that can take years off of a person’s career, well I like to think that I am that very living embodiment to that old saying because whether one wants to admit it or not, I am that very one wrestler that will remove years off of your career after you’ve stepped into the ring with me. And how will you know this? Well, your very own body will never lie to you. Oh yeah sure, your mind and your pride will always lie to your soul and try to tell you that you can keep going, but one thing that cannot nor will not is your body. When you wake up in pain and agony and hurt, and feeling that one match with me will be right there to remind you that one absolute rule. You might be able to beat me, but you will never be able to dominate me. Beating me will never or ever be decisive or conclusive. Just think of me like The Six Fingered Man and his life sucking machine in ‘The Princess Bride’ when going up against me and when I ask after one match from me has taken one good year of your prime life, answer honestly with yourself when you look yourself in the mirror while you take you Codeine with your breakfast and ask how did it make you feel? Trust me when I say this, your body will never or ever lie to you like your courage, your passion, your pride, or whatever else excuse your mind can come up with. Your body will always tell you of one absolute, concrete, and basic fundamental truth and that is DON’T FUCK WITH NAKITA DUBOV BITCHES!”

“But there are fools, there are idiots, and then then there are those who really are their own special kind of stupid. Take Daisy Thrash for example. This is a woman who stepped into the ring against The Fem Phenom in a match two weeks ago, literally got her ass handed to her on a silver platter by yours truly, got thrown from turnbuckle to turnbuckle and got beat senseless beyond all recognition. She got FUBAR’d, but give the lucky girl credit for somehow, someway, finding a way to survive against me, and like that opportunistic thief Liz Karlson, she found a way to steal from me. Hey, I will give little miss crippled neck some due respect and gladly shine that sunshine on the dog’s ass. I say that a win is a win and she did it, but for her to dismiss everything that I fucking did to her in that ring up to that point and say that she beat me without so much as breaking a sweat. Well that really puts you in the special kind of stupid category and frankly that downright, outright, fourth right utterly pisses me off. You did survive me, but you never beat me and you will never be better than me and that is something that you need to listen to your brain on because that is a splinter that is going to fester and eat at you for a long, long time until you do something so stupid like sign your name on the dotted line that puts you into a match that you have no business being in and it will cost you everything Daisy.”

“But obviously that won’t be this week because the OWA powers that be, who watched that match against you and I from two weeks ago and apparently realized that they plumb dumb, fucked up when they put you against me so how do they react? Like the NFL protects their golden boy Tom Brady by making up rules and wrap him all up in bubble wrap, they felt that they had to put me in a six woman tag match with you on my team. First off, it is no secret that I hate tag matches. I do not play well with others at all and putting me in a match where I have to rely on two people that I do not like in order to have my back. I don’t need, and I don’t want your help so let me tell you what this match REALLY is. This match is not a six woman tag team match this match will be booked as follows. This match is Liz Karlson, Devi Krysis, and Azurine Vebbins verses Nakita DuBov with Daisy Thrash and Kimberly Chase at ringside because if you think that I am going tag either of your skanks into this match, you are out of the cocking flipping minds. I will never tag you in and I will prove that nobody can out dominate me no matter how many ways you try to re-write the narrative Daisy in order to suit you. You will never convince yourself that you are better than me, and if you so happen to try and make lemonade and steal my spotlight or dominance in the ring. Make no mistake about it, I will take that fragile neck of yours held together by pins and toothpicks, and turn it into ground up dog meat, and come back bad girl story of Daisy Thrash will be history.”

“Now moving to crux of this match, let me address my opponents for this upcoming six woman tag team match. First I get to talk about Liz Karlson, the one who stole my debut victory. I dominate you and Monica Monroe and whoop your ass, but yet right when I had that match won you took advantage like a thief in the night and you snaked it right from underneath me. You took my moment from me. Now I will gladly give you credit and say hey triple threat rules. I don’t have to get pinned in order to lose. That’s just the way how it is and good on you for capitalizing on and picking your moment to seize your glory, but you made the mistake, the biggest mistake of your life by stealing it from me. I’ve been waiting weeks to get my hands on you and now that is exactly what I am going to do and I cannot wait to FABU you. By the way, that is an acronym for Fuck a Bitch Up, but I hope that my fun won’t stop with this six woman tag match because any time I get into the ring with you will be like me at Christmas time throwing down the ass whooping.”

“Then there is Devi Krysis, little miss hard working, anytime I get to set foot in the ring against you, well let me just say that I will never or ever get tired of beating you down. The OWA brass can book matches like this until the end of the world comes crashing down on us all. I love facing off against you. I really do and I will give you credit where it is due. You took me to my limit, but no matter how much fight you had in you little lion heart, you will never get the better of The Fem Phenom. I’m sorry, but not sorry. I’m looking forward to dominating you in that ring again, and again, and again.”

“Then there is Azurine Vebbins, the Adorkable Angel herself. The girl so adorable that I could pinch your little head clean off your shoulders. Now I know that you might still be a little sore and raw about me eliminating you from the Clash of the Titans match, and I get that, and going into this match ready to get a measure of revenge on me for what I did, but I got to say that I do not like your chances at all. You see Azzie; you are coming and going up against a woman that is beyond this Earthly physical realm. I am a woman of sheer natural raw athleticism and of tangible focus and unrelenting intensity, and there is just no way how you could possibly persevere let alone survive against me. You can’t do it and I won’t let you prevail. Now I think that that you would love to take this opportunity to show me up on national television and get a surprise win, but before you do, take a good listen to my so-called ‘tag partner’ neck rattling about and then ask yourself ‘is it really all worth it?’ To end up like this woman who can’t take the fucking hint and stay retired. Azzie, you’ve got your entire career ahead of you, don’t be like that girl whom Nakita DuBov just took the best years of your life and flushed them down the drain in a single act of foolishness. You do seem like a good kid, and if it’s of any consolation I do not take any pleasure in doing what I am about to do to you, Liz Karlson, and Devi Krysis this week on Odyssey…well I’m taking some pleasure, okay a lot of pleasure in Liz, but you I take no pleasure in hurting you. So allow me to dispense to you a little Fem Phenomenal advice, when either Liz or Devi tries to reach out to you for a tag in, do the smart thing, look at the green-eyed devil dead on staring back at you, and stay out. If you know what is good for you for the sake of your career. Stay out of this match, but chances are you’re not going to be that smart are you? So that’s okay too. I forgive you.”

(Fade Out)

Jeff X and Alyssa Grace have spoken. It’s such good shit!

I have been facing or dealing with otherworldly characters in my career. I beat some and I lost to some. It's just like a normal wrestling match but I don't mean to underestimate you at all, The Banshee.

Certainly you're not a "character" and you're one of the best in the ring. You're a real deal, The Banshee. You're going to do whatever it takes to beat me….or to destroy me.

All my credits are also going to Morrighan McDonell too….no offense.

I don't mean any disrespect but whether you are The Banshee or Morrighan, you are great at what you do. You always have the killer instinct that you have to make statements in the ring that you're not someone to be messed with. You're someone that has to be taken care off before you go even further to make chaos.

As I said, I've dealt with otherworldly creatures before. Gods, ghosts, demons, devils, undead wizards, maybe even angels and so on. As a matter of fact, I'm kinda dealing with a different creature in Wrestleworld right now and truth be told, if you ever met Abholos in hell or some dimensions before both of you came to OWA, I was the first out of everyone else in pro wrestling to ever deal with Abholos in SSW. Not once, but twice.

I survived from Abholos. I'm still here on earth doing what I love the most that are wrestling and making movies. But if I was able to beat Abholos when he first came to this earth….Kenny Drake would still be alive.

I was sent to stop Abholos by SSW before he could even enter SSW and pro wrestling in general but I got knocked out instead and in result, Abholos began to terrorize SSW and eventually OWA.

Kenny Drake had to sacrifice himself but Abholos is still terrorizing pro wrestling business and it really hurt me so much. I can't stop Abholos and Kenny Drake's life was taken away.

Kenny Drake was someone that I knew for 4 years. We were never close but we did respect each-others. And I can say the same for Azumi Goto too.

I mean, Azumi Goto is a big girl. She can take care of herself at Final Destination 3. After all she is a former world champion and soon to be a hall of famer.

But I don't want Azumi to do to you like what Kenny did to Abholos. We all know what you did to Azumi and while I'm hoping she gets her revenge on Final Destination 3, I'm not going to be hesitant to send you back to your world at Atlantis, as I'm having a chance to do it, Banshee.

I failed to stop an otherworldly in Abholos twice and it resulted in someone that I knew and respected for 4 years to sacrifice his life and now I have a job to stop you and I have to do whatever it takes to stop you.

I love Noah Reigner and Liz Karlson, but I can't focus on the Openweight Championship at this moment. My focus and my energy at Atlantis is for YOU, Banshee.

I mean, you have beaten a world class athlete in Stephanie Matsuda twice too. That is someone that has kicked my ass more than once and I have beaten her too more than once too. You said it to Alyssa Grace at one point that all you care about is winning wars. I don't care if you don't consider me as one but I'm going to fight the war that you're going to give me as "The White Knight" as that's what people like to call me.

But I'm not The White Knight like what people thought me as, Banshee. A knight in the shining armor is a man who never had his metal truly tested. I'm not that kind of man.

Because I did play dirty when the situations called for it….and I'm willing to do those again as I'm facing you, Banshee.

I've had my opponents' blood on my hands. I've broken my opponent's ribs with my kicks. I've bitten my opponents on the noses with my teeth. I for sure would do those to you at Atlantis if those are what it takes to stop you.

I don't hate you, Banshee. I don't even know who you are. This is the first time that we're going to meet but you're too dangerous to keep existing as you love to cause some chaos. All your actions have shown you how tough you are both as a wrestler and as a demon.

Now I'm truly learning that you for sure are different from Morrighan McDonell. Morrighan wanted to beat her opponents because she wanted to chase for the dreams, glory, and championships. You're doing everything you're doing to torture humans as a demon you really are.

But deep down, I think that's just your way to get some attention. Morrighan wanted attention because she wanted to be recognized as a great wrestler. You want attention because….there is something that you can't express correctly?

I don't know if schools exist in The Lost Barrows of Galway, but as I'm trying to understand your motive, you remind me of those annoying girls in high schools. You're trying to torture your opponents because you want an attention from humans but unfortunately, the attentions you're getting are bad ones. You've labelled yourself as a drama queen. And do you know what a drama queen is? A drama queen is an annoying bitch and that's what you are. That's why you want Azumi to be your dance partner at Final Destination 3. You're hoping to be popular by hanging out with one of the most popular girls in pro wrestling that is Azumi. You were trying to do it with another popular girl that is Alyssa Grace but it doesn't work for you because Alyssa finds you as an annoying bitch.

An annoying bitch has some terrible habits and breathing is one of them. That's why I'm willing to stop you at Atlantis, too

Devi Krysis, Noah Reigner and Savannah Sunshine. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Do you know who I am?
Odyssey LXI #2

*clap* *clap* *clap*

Bravo Daisy, bravo. You know from someone who had come back from her obscurities, you don't me too damn well do ya? Yeah you're a legend I get that but when was last time that someone had your back? Because when me and Azzy team up at Civil War i'm came this close to win The World Tag Team Championships! Something you never accomplished of your shitty-ass legendary career. I mean yeah you were great at the Amazon Warfare last night, *sarcastically* yaay! But you didn't win that damn match, suddenly I get the feeling that you don't have that strive, the attitude that you had when you won the Lethal Angels Championship. And yeah you beat Nakita DuBov and I didn't, and I told her like two or three times that just because she big and bad, nobody's invincible, and you can tell Kim Chase about it, she'll said the damn thing.

(Devi paused and drinking water)

*sigh*

As far as Starks concerned since you want to talk shit about him, just because he's a former champion that doesn't mean that I agreed to trained him. And you can called it a "Devi Krysis Experiment" but when I called is progress! This training wasn't same, it wasn't for him. And yeah it's true that I haven't won a match ever since I got in OWA. And yeah i'm a nobody that 18 shitbucket Hana Nakajima called me. But my passion and my drive gave me a motivation for these fans whether they love nor hate me, they do respect me for who I am and so is my Adorkable Friend Azurine "Azzy" Vebbins.

(Devi paused once again and drinking water)

You called yourself "The Sheriff" huh!

(Devi Paused and smirk)

Heh, The Sheriff for what? Are you a police? WHAT? Are you holding a badge? WHAT? Do you have a cop car? WHAT? Do you have handcuffs? WHAT? Do you have a fuckin tazer? WHAT? Don't answer that cause rhetorical and fuck the police! Oh! Let me ask this, how many main event matches had you been in at OWA? Simple None! How many OWA Women's World or Goddess Championships had you won? Oh wait i'll tell you...Zero, Nada, Cero! Here's another had you ever won a Athena's Cup like Eris and that Cross Check Skank Jonetta Stone has? Here's the answer None? And you talk about my career was nothing but wet blanket and of course you won The Lethal Angels Championship, but it was soooo 2019 when you beat Miranda Minors but it got vacant just like the rest of the washed up LAW Talents they're way past your expiration date.

(Devi taking a water break)

You can me a Varsity project, you called my charisma a wet socks, or whatever! But YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOW ME!!! this ain't LAW, this ain't EAW, this is Omega Wrestling motherfuckin Alliance! Alot of things had changed since you came back and you Daisy Thrash and 2 teammates gonna find out that me, Azzy, and Liz are gonna open up a can of whoop-ass on all three of you. If you want to see me and my team beat the shit out of the washed up Sheriff and her teammates give me a hell yeah!

Crowd: HELL YEAH!!!

I say give me a hell yeah!!!

Crowd: HELL YEAH!!!

Soon you three gonna know that this little puppy just grow to undying Bloodwolf, i'm maybe that i'm all bark but trust me, Azzy, and Liz are big girls that can hang with and we'll ride your three asses off to the sunset once we done with you guys, soon you'll find out that the wolf is always at door, always! And That's the bottom line, because The Devi Krysis Said So!!!

Your Welcome Steve Austin.

Jeff X and HellFighterINC have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Making Lemonade

Well would you look at that! In my Odyssey debut, I did exactly what I told everyone I would do. I put away that “omg so scary!” Nakita DuBov and barely broke a sweat. She threw everything she could at me, but it still wasn’t enough to notch her her first win. Anyone bitching about tactics can blow me. Clearly you people haven’t been in a survival situation before. You don’t talk down the giant grizzly bear, you shoot it! Anyway, after putting down a lady twice my size, you’d think that’s the kind of momentum the OWA would want to capitalize on, right? Apparently not. Imagine you’re Viola DeMarco for a second. You’ve got a milestone 60th episode on it’s way, in fabulous Las Vegas no less. You’ve got a household name coming off a big debut win. Wouldn’t you want to have her on that show? Seems like an obvious way to pump up your ratings and get more eyes on your product. Nope, I guess that would’ve been too easy. Instead of showing up and showing out, I get stuck munching on stale cookies back in catering. I suppose since I infected that ring with so much star power, they had to keep me socially distanced. Sorry ladies, but my quarantine is over. I’m overdue for some serious ass kicking. And I’ve got three targets that might as well have neon signs saying ‘kick me’ over them. Now the two numbskulls I’m teaming with may see this as some random, meaningless tag match. But this’ll be one hell of a golden opportunity for me, literally. Final Destination is right around the corner and who else should be on the card but Liz Karlson. Not only that, but she’s got a shot at the Hybrid Championship. Not one of the championships initially on my radar, I’ll admit, but at the end of the day gold is gold. And I’m nothing if not adaptable. If I gotta go through Strong Bean and the Pips to make it to OWA’s Superbowl, so be it.

Gotta tell you, Liz, this is far from an ideal situation for both of us. You’d think they’d keep it simple and have it just be the two of us going at it. Instead, it looks like we’ll both have a couple of millstones strapped to our ankles. They’re wanting us to help out the local charity cases; let them coast off our names. No matter, there’s nothing in this world that’s keep me from yanking that championship match carpet right out from under you. I mean, it’s obvious I deserve it more. Why were you even given a match like that in the first place? Yeah sure, I guess you’re undefeated on Odyssey. You beat a fly-by-night bodybuilder, a barely legal demon fucker, and a professional trophy wife. Suuuper impressive. Need I remind you I’m undefeated as well. Yes, yes, you’re bigger and stronger than me. I know. So’s Nakita. That size advantage did diddly squat for her and it’ll be just the same with you. Now I suppose you’ll come at me with something like “I’m hungrier than you so I have the best chance of becoming champ!” Bitch please, you want to talk to me about hunger? I broke my goddamn neck and all I heard was that I would never make a comeback. I fell into the deepest depression I had ever experienced. But I wasn’t prepared to let that be the end. I conquered my body and my mind and I’ll be damned if all that work was for nothing! You may certainly try to beat me, just like you tried at Clash. Just like you tried at Amazon Warfare. Me, I’m never content with just trying. I’m tearing through every challenger that gets in my way. I’m the one separating the wheat from the chaff. Speaking of Amazon Warfare, I took out some weak and unworthy has-been and scored myself three eliminations. How many did you score before eating a pin? Zero. You’re consumed by your doubts. I eliminated them from my mind. I knew I couldn’t afford to have anything weighing me down. I’m free to succeed while you’re stuck needing someone’s approval to. First it was from Graham, now it’s from that shitty brewery. Makes more sense now why Aren would pick you. He’s a big fan of women who turn themselves into walking billboards. I mean, look who he married. If you’re coming into this thing with money as your armor, my sword will slice right through it. But maybe you can use those dollar bills to clot all the bleeding. Or you can buy yourself a nice comfy seat to watch me win the Hybrid Championship. You can certainly try to stop me. But we both know how well that works out.

If it ain’t Odyssey’s resident whipping girl. Oooo, she got suspended from school for doing a hold on somebody. Oooo, she’s so “edgy.” C’mon, that kind of thing might work on the idiotic audience but you can’t fool someone like me. Truth is you’re nothing but a pathetic loser who can’t score a meaningful win to save your life. That match on Atlantis? Now that’s the very definition of a meaningless tag match. You and Azzy got lucky that Maverick was so distracted by whatever the hell he has going on, that’s it. You’re no fierce, untamed wolf. All you are is a mewling puppy dog. You just flash those sad eyes and everyone feels sorry for you. “Aww, she’s so cute! I guess we need to look after her!” Gimme a break. You’re just so desperate to have people like you and be your friend. When it comes to Wolvesden, all you were was a hanger-on. You were cannon fodder thrown out so the actual important people wouldn’t get hurt. As for Stark? You’re nothing more than his vanity project. He’s getting old and irrelevant, so he’s using you to make himself look good. And you can’t even succeed at that! When everyone finally wisens up to the fact that you have all the charisma of a wet sock, the Devi Krysis experiment will finally be over. You know why Hana called you a nobody? Because it’s the truth and you know it. I will clamp down on your little puppy neck and remind you just who the hell is in charge here. It will be my “honor” to turn you into a skidmark.

Well Azzy, I bet you know it’s St. Patrick’s Day tomorrow. You’re probably one of the types to pretend they’re Irish so they don’t feel left out. Sorry tutz, but there’ll be no luck of the Irish for you. You can surround yourself with all the horseshoes you want. They won’t save you from me. Since today is National Freedom of Information Day, I will freely inform you that I will stomp a mudhole right through you. Then you and Devi can go do Twitter and Tik Tok and leave the wrestling to the big girls.

Nakita, Kim, listen up. I know you both want revenge on Liz Karlson. But let’s be honest here, neither of you stand a chance of beating her. I also have something neither of you do: a win. Do exactly what I tell you to and I’ll give you both one of your very own. You’re welcome, by the way. Kim I know I don’t have to say much else to you. You know your place. Nakita, I know you’re all in your feelings about getting beat. But here’s the thing: do you want to win or not? One final warning: stay in line and let me pin Liz. Or else.

Odyssey is looking to serve me lemons, but I’m making lemonade. It’ll be a sour taste in my opponent’s mouths. For me, the only thing I’m tasting is sweet victory.

VaeVictisBD, Michael Bishop, HellFighterINC, Noah Reigner and Savannah Sunshine. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

It was an honor for my first match to meet Mr. Rebecca, but I wasn't expecting much to win the match, but I will try my best, it's an experience. To teach me how to survive in this arena But even though I didn't expect to win this match, I will do my best. As you want I'll give Rebecca what you want. It's a beautiful match. And I know that this place is not a game But it is the arena of life I'm here to survive on top My parents and sister taught me to be a good wrestler, Rebecca, so I didn't have to worry about what she expected of me. I'll show you what I have. You will be able to see it. Rebecca. Of course, I am preparing to fight this match. I intend to impress everyone. And when that day comes, I will be ready. The day that I will shine in here will not be easy for you. Although I did not expect to win. But not that it is impossible.

My sister didn't tell me to aim to win early so that I didn't put too much pressure on myself, which I thought was true, I had no worries. And the pressure is on me right now I don't know what will happen in this match, Rebecca, but I hope this match will be great. And I don't care if she is holding a champion. I am not afraid of you, of course, I will do my best. My goal is to make the best of this match. You tell me what you can do, I will say that whatever you can do, I can do it, I think we are no different. We are different, just have a champion or not, that's it. But that's an honor for me to fight against the champion from the first match. It will be a match in my memory. If asked if I was excited, I would have just answered yes. I'm excited about this match and I will make you remember the match for a long time, maybe you will meet something that you don't expect. And if you make a single mistake in this match, it might make you lose. I don't want you to be careless about anything like me, Rebecca, I hope you don't disappoint me.

I may not be able to fully say that I am here to win. But I'm here to be a superstar, this is the fact that I'm here. I know what I'm here for. I didn't come to be like anyone. Or who represents someone? I have come to show who I am. Fight my way and win my way I will not disappoint my fans. Of course, that's what I care about. And hope that the two of us will be good friends I can help you, Rebecca if you want. This is a welcome to Odyssey in my memory. What will happen will happen. I can not guess She was too unpredictable. Rebecca, I'm glad she was my first opponent. That was great because no matter what, it was a great opportunity for me. After the end of this match, it will change the people who overlook me and let them turn to look at me. As the person to watch the most This match is to prove my presence in this place how much I should be. And if I hadn't taken this opportunity, it would have been quite a pity. If I thought that I would easily give up without even knowing It will not happen I will fight with all I have. It can end in many ways. Maybe it's a beautiful ending for me.

After this match, we can be friends for sure. I will be your good friend You will also be a good friend of mine. Because after all, we already know each other as colleagues. One day, we may go out somewhere to sit and have coffee together. Hope it will be like that I enjoy getting to know new people. Amazing people Especially people like you, Rebecca, a fighter like you, that's what I respect. And many people say that it would be impossible for me to win this match. But I believe there is nothing in the world to predict. It might be difficult, but it doesn't mean I can't. I came here to fight Fight against my opponent and fight with myself. Many challenges await me. Things are waiting for me to prove it here. What my sister taught me Makes me today Even though I always seem sleepy, I want to sleep. But if you fight with me, then you will know that I am a fighter with fighting blood in my heart. This is my first fight match. And who's waiting to see what they want They deserve it So all you and I have to do is make it the best.

It's not a game, it's my life and I know what I have to do, thanks for telling Rebecca, that's great advice from someone who's out there for longer. I'm out here for what you tell, proves, and am I real? Sure, I'm real, I'm real, and I'm so real that you didn't expect it, Rebecca Champ? Pretty good, but I don't care. It doesn't scare me a bit, you have two hands, two legs. Armed too, not dead, I continued to fight. I think here I can get everyone. As I said, it is an opportunity. Sweet opportunity If I didn't grab it, I would have regrets until that day. I've got lots of surprises out there for you, Rebecca, everything you can expect from me. I will let you see it fully. I hope you do your best too, real Rebecca you will see from me It will make you unforgettable. No one in the arena was superior to anyone else. There was only a thin line between fighting and giving up. Of course the latter would not have happened to me. I will fight till the end I will make it an honor to meet you. Therefore, I have enough rest. That's what I recommend best, I don't want you to get sleepy watching me prove myself.

You prove yourself that you are real until you are the champion. And this is also my chance to prove to myself that I am real. The real thing you want to see

You want to see everything I can. I will do what you want to see.

When that day comes, you will know that I am the person you want to see. I am the brightest new star. I will not hide in the shadow of anyone.

Everything I need takes time and of course when that day I will be ready for what I want. And I will write my name in the history here as a legend.

What you want from me You will be able to count what you want. This is not a dream, this is the real world. It's not as beautiful as when I sleep, I know. But I'm the real thing that everyone wants.

I'm here now as a rookie. Anyway, I'm a superstar. And when I don't have to prove anything, I will go like a legend.

Jeff X and Devi Krysis have spoken. It’s such good shit!

BROOKES VERSUS AUDREY // PROVING GROUNDS

You’ll never forget your first match...

I’ve not forgotten mine here, in a Triple Threat match against Gunner Danielson and Spectre, on an episode of Atlantis. I won that match and to be fairly honest with you all, it was a very easy match, no need for the effort put into that match. My first match on Odyssey was against Gwen Harper. Our early bouts were memorable. We both made one another look and feel like serious contenders early on in our careers. I’ll never forget that. Not even once. The old saying of “you’ll never forget your first…” is common to newcomers of many fields, much like how soccer players could never forget their first goal or their first trophy, or even inside of the octagon we could never forget our first knockout or even our first championship win, which transitions over towards professional wrestling with our first match to our first main event or even our first championship. That sentence alone begins memories, flashbacks to the good times, memories that can last a lifetime. Myself? I’ll never forget my first match, I’ll never forget my first championship, I’ll never forget my first time knocking someone out in the octagon.

Those are moments written in stories, written in memories, never to be crossed over with the fantasies of what you dream of becoming. Your nightmares however- that’s when they become real. That’s when they do become reality.

I’ve been living with my own nightmares as of late, having my friends turn their backs on me for being the person who I’ve slowly become. I’m not proud of that and I’d do anything to rewrite time, make things right again, but you know at the end of the day that I just cannot. No matter how hard I try, there’s no way for it to happen. Sat there like an idiot and watched one of my closest friends in her asshole moods just watch me and stare at me- I felt her eyes staring right into my soul and it didn’t feel right, it didn’t feel anything like her and that’s the problem with it all is that… it’s just not her. God, it just freaking hurts to even come to the realisation of it all. I can’t keep it off my mind.

Anyway.

Why don’t we get into why we’re here now, yes? I’m sure we’re all aware of what’s to come at Odyssey, and I’m sure you’re all expecting me to take a few steps back, maybe even relax a little, and take my time with this. How I wish that was the case… Instead, it’s not. Because when I talked about never forgetting their first, I was talking directly to you, Audrey. Let me be the first to extend my hand and welcome you to the Odyssey brand. I'm the nice champion around here, unlike Llorona over there that’s all big, bad, and a bit of a meanie… to put things into more of your terminology, Audrey. I’m sure you’re aware of who I am, of course, my name is Rebecca. I guess you can call me Becks, like the rest do anyway. I have to say Audrey, when I first saw your name next to mine, I wondered if this was some plot device put in by the General Manager to make me feel better about everything, or some kind of joke being played on me because well… I do like to sleep a lot. Then it came to my attention that you’re a real person, you’re Audrey Altas. Your nickname is the sleepy little girl, which is… something… that’s for sure.

At first, I didn’t know what to make of you and in all honesty, I still don’t know what to make of you, which is baffling when you think about it. I think you’ve got a heart of gold, I think you’ve got a sweet side to you, but there’s something about you that makes me think “thirst trapping jailbait” more than just a “sleepy little girl”. Kinda right up Jason’s alley when you think about if he wasn’t cuffed to some candy cadet girl on crack. Sorry if you’re hearing this and get offended, you two. I had to take the little shots in when I could. No hard feelings, by the way.

You’re brand now, you’re here for what I would hope to be in the long run.

And right now, people are looking over you.

Admittedly, I am too.

See, heading into Final Destination -- which if you’re not aware of, Audrey, is our big three day show weekend with all of the big matches and the big names performing at. Kind of like Coachella for wrestling, if you can understand what I mean -- and heading into this event, I expected something… more. Something more challenging. Something more intimidating. Something more name-worthy. Again, seeing the name Audrey The Sleepy Little Girl is not who I expected, and with the names around here that are still free for the night, it’s a wonder why I’ve been put against you. But I get it, give the new girl some rub, give her a match to see where she stands on the roster. Hey, Devi Krysis and Azurine Vebbins had their moments to prove themselves so why can’t you?

But the thing is that I will go full effin’ force to make sure that what you bring in that ring is the real deal. No ifs, ands, or even buts, I want to see what you have - I want to see what talent you can bring into the ring. See how hard you can work. See if you’ve got the potential.

And not as the joke many have played you off as.

But let’s be honest here, Audrey. You’re brand new to professional wrestling, I’ve been in your shoes, I’ve been in the same position as you--we’ve all been there but for you to step into the ring where I am a champion of? I’m afraid that a champion needs to show some dominance. A champion needs to show someone brand new to our brand how things are very well done around here and if I have to be the one that teaches you this? Then by all means, I will teach you the ways, I will let you bring your very best because I am no push-over, Audrey. This is the OWA Goddesses Championship, this is what so many people fight for to join a long line of great champions, and one day when you’re still around… You might even challenge for the title yourself. These are proving grounds for you to stand on, Audrey. We don’t tolerate bullshit or the like--you’re either in it to win it or you’re out.

That’s the kind of agreement you’ve to come to terms with heading into Odyssey, Audrey. This isn’t a game. This isn’t some kind of simulation where you might be upgrading your stats to the very top and making yourself a one-hundred plus overall scoring.

This is your first night on the job, a chance to truly prove yourself and who you are.

So bring it, Audrey, I’ll be waiting patiently for you. I want to see you prove yourself. Prove to everyone you’re no push over. Prove to me you’re a worthy opponent than what your looks give.

Sleep tight, angel.

Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Jeff X, Devi Krysis and Savannah Sunshine. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Bo Maro: There’s a new player in the game, boys…

(We find ourselves with the Mafia, huddled up in the concrete war room… the same one that the leader, and Outlaw Champion Michael Bishop has led his reign from. Standing off near the edges of the room are some supporting members, while the main muscle is huddled around the table….).

(Viktor Bannon, the russian archangel. Simo Galkin, the crazed lithuanian. Kasim Chuke, a beefed up kid from war machine from South Sudan. And at the head of it all… The Outlaw King, Michael Bishop. Bo Maro lights a cigarette as he gives a lay of the land… on the table in front of them is a full dossier display of the newest faction to invade OWA…-).

Bo Maro: Formerly Phantom Troupe…. Now just ‘Dynasty’.

Viktor Bannon: Самне Мудак

[Translation:] Same morons...

Bo Maro: -We all know them…. They’ve been skulking around the blue brand for awhile but they made themselves known to all of us just a month ago at the Clash. Darkane took it by force and their little posse was left in the ring, hands raised, cheering. History does repeat gentlemen…. We’ve seen this before. The Ashes might be dying out but OWA’s days of faction warfare are not over… the only question is…. What to do?

Simo Galkin: Tiesiog bombarduokime jų išsišokėlius

[Translation]: Let’s just bomb their fuckin’ hide out

Viktor Bannon: Нет!! Ты пьян?! Кто знает, есть ли у них хоть какое-то убежище !! У этого есть последствия

[Translation]: No!! Are you drunk?! Who knows if they even have a hide out!! There are consequences to this…

Bo Maro: Precisely Viktor…. Dynasty is moving in quick, and they’re moving in like a force to be reckoned with. At the head is a veteran of the squared circle, Jacob Senn…. “The Punisher”. He’s leading the charge.

Michael Bishop: -So we meet him head on.

(Silence fills the room, and all eyes are on Bishop. He sits back, holding his Outlaw title close in his shoulder).

Michael Bishop: You said it yourself… history repeats. We allow these motherfuckers to walk in and think they own the place, they soon will. They’ve taken the Clash, and they’re dead reckoning for the main event of Final Destination…-

Viktor Bannon: Они сильные люди, Майкл. Нам нужно быть осторожными

[Translation]: They are powerful men, Michael. We need to be cautious

Michael Bishop: Nyet!! Fuck caution. Fuck hesitation. Dynasty is poised to do whatever the fuck they want because they got let in here by limp wristed mothafuckers who got rolled over by a freight train. Fuck that. That fear, that hesitation is what’s allowed so many motherfuckers to take power and do whatever the fuck they’ve wanted. We are the fucking mafia, this is the god damn Outlaw Division. The workhorse division, the warrior’s division. If they want to step foot onto our turf, we’re going to welcome to OWA the old fashioned way…. My way.

Bo Maro: There’s still an open match contract against Senn at Atlantis-

Michael Bishop: I’m taking it. If no one else has the god damn stones to step up and beat the fuckin’ reality into that motherfucker, I will. I’ll shatter the aura of invincibility he’s high off of and I’ll show him what happens when you face a champion that won’t roll over like CM Nas.

Viktor Bannon: Если мы это сделаем, пути назад не будет. Мы знаем, как это работает. Война похожа на ящик Пандоры ...

[Translation]: There’s no going back if we do this. We know how this works. War is like pandora’s box…

Bo Maro: He’s right…. This season is a testament to that. Lives have been and will be lost. Consequences-

Michael Bishop: Like what? Cutting my fucking leg off? Newsflash: The grave worm tried that shit and it didn’t stick, and he won’t get that lucky again. Jacob will never even get that chance. I’m going to do the same thing I did to the ashes, to OWA World Champion Havoc…. I’m gonna go for their leader's throat, I’m gonna blindside him, I’m gonna beat him til he pisses blood, and I’m gonna make an example out of him……

…...This is Outlaw turf, this is Dreadknight Country. Get on board, or get out of my fuckin’ war room….

(A tense silence fills the room, many eyes look at one another, however no one leaves. No one even moves. Those at the table are the first to speak up).

Viktor Bannon: Я с тобой, Майкл. Весь путь.

[Translation]: I’m with you, Michael. All the way.

Simo Galkin: Kaip aš. Visada buvau.

[Translation]: As am I. Always have been.

(Bishop’s eyes snap to the newest man at the table, the african war machine; Kasim Chuke).

Michael Bishop: You in or out Kaz?

Kasim Chuke: You taught me to bend the knee to no man…. I will not bow to Dynasty. I am with you.

Bo Maro: I’m with you Michael

Michael Bishop: Since 2017

Bo Maro: You know it.

(Bishop sits back, he looks over the heads of those at the table… to a man hunched in the corner).

Michael Bishop: What about you old man, you in?

(All eyes turn to the man in the far corner. He’s dressed in old camo fatigues, and works to assemble an old machine gun, the same one he took to Afghanistan. He slides in the bolt, then the spring, then the barrel. All before slapping the top cover on it…).

(...He looks back at Bishop through his Balaclava).

Cyka: Время отправить их всех в ад

[Translation]: Time to send them all to hell.

You’ve stepped onto hollowed fucking ground so I expect you to listen up, Senn. I’ve calculated every opponent I’ve faced down to the god damn cell and marrow, I acknowledge strengths… but I drag weaknesses out into the sun, beat them with a fuckin pipe, and use them to gut the motherfucker across from me. It’s a ruthless calculus that some, only some, have been psychotic enough to develop over decades and decades of wars within the cage, the octagon, the ring.

I know exactly who you are, Jacob Alexander Senn, from Chicago, Illinois weighing 220lbs of shit, bitterness, and self righteousness. The One Time Omega Heavyweight Champion who’s claim to fame for his reign was beating the whiney self entitled paperweight champ that was and sadly still is Nasir Moore, and then running off for a far year after a psychotic midget beat your fucking ass.

Do you think I’m fucking impressed? Do you think this is a fucking game? The last relevant fucking thing you’ve done was bitchwhipping old Arata, and getting your ass dropped by Baby Yoda Hana- I’ve spent every day of the last 20 years carving my place out of the shit of this world. Beating killers in cages til they pissed their pants and begged for their lives, carving up champions like they’re amateurs, and taking their blood stained belts from their cold dead hands.

Maybe it’s cause you were born in the southside, maybe it’s because you never really belonged in Chicago. Maybe you spent so much time pulling up your tights and running you never got to embrace the concrete jungle we were born in. The Hostile shark eat shark world that is Chiraq. Well sit the fuck down and buckle up, Jake. The scars of every single motherfucker who locked their crosshairs onto me is a testament to my career. Sighted in, trigger pulled, they tried and they failed. Every single time.

I’ve stepped in against anyone and everyone, I was born and raised to have the stones to step up and fight the best of the best, only the best. To Baptize myself in the chaotic, anxiety ridden nature of this sport where you’re either on top of your shit every time or you’re buried underneath the concrete.

That is the difference between The Punisher and The Dreadknight. One is a figment, the other is a monster. You’re a sad little man who painted a fucking skull on his chest, and claimed to be with the shit. You spit verses about War and Justice, yet you’ve sold your soul and balls to throw in with guys like Matt Miles. You can furrow your brow, wrap your arm in barbed wire, but there’s a difference between acting hard, and being made of bedrock by the environment you were too fucking afraid to face!! You are an actor and I am a fucking war machine.

I am a fucking championkiller!! I am The ChampionKiller. I am the end all, be all for fighters seeking to carve their way to the top. I am the grim reaper sharpening his scythe, the angel of vengeance born from a dozen failures, a hundred sins, and a thousand wars of men trying to tear me down only to rise right up again- With fear and retribution for all who tape their fists and call themselves a fighter!!

So chin up, soldier. Stiffen that upper lip because I ain’t some weak willed, pencil neck mothafucker from Wrestleworld. You might want to look around and get your shit together real quick, because you and your little Troupe are on foreign soil. My soil. My land. My territory. This is the land of the Outlaws, Senn. You stand toe to toe with the Vanguard who has been here since day one, who is still here to this fucking day. I have stared into the eyes of evil, gazed back into the abyss of the Ashes, Abholos, The Wolvesden- and I never fucking blinked!! I was the first to carry the banner into The Great War and I never backed down!!

Live by the sword, Die by the Sword. You fuck around, and you will find out.

You come in here hoping to plant your flag, square up to the fucking Outlaw King, and act like it’s still 2015? Motherfucker it is time for a long due reality check, because I will take that sword, I will drive it right through your heart. I will cut you down in front of your followers, I will beat you like you owe me money, and only when you are tired, when you are broken. When everyone has seen that underneath the visage of the Punisher is agony and a pathetic son of a bitch will I raise your bloody head to the crowd, and shellshock your little gang into fucking irrelevancy.

You will be beaten, you will be broken, and you will get stacked. The Dreadknight is Chicago’s mythological spirit, it is it’s folktale, it’s the Gladiator born out of blood, violence, retribution, and redemption. The abused, the scoffed, and yet at the end of the day when a motherfucker like you comes around it’s the only son of a bitch willing to spit on its hands, tape up it’s knuckles, tear off that skull and dig into the man that lies beneath.

My title is the warrior’s title, OWA is a place for killers and fighters, not burnt out rejects looking for a quick run. It's like Chicago... A hostile environment, kill or be killed. You either are the motherfucker, or you're the guy under his fuckin' boot. Nowhere to run, no way out, and no way to bullshit your way through that. So you better get your shit straight, Senn. I've been dialed in since day one and I get off on the idea of shattering the skulls of the best in the world, so if you bring the fight you've been bringing then I will fucking bury you like the rest.

......because before that bell has rung three I will bury my flag in your back and remind you and your little gang just where the fuck you are.

The Fight Pit, Dreadknight Country. The Outlaw Division.

Ave Punisher, I will see you soon.

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Rebecca Brookes and Noah Reigner have spoken. It’s such good shit!

“Fuck you, Noah!

Says the whiney little baby who got lost in his feelings when I cut him down to size. I guess I hit a nerve on the man who so boldly claimed he was Bulletproof to me. And hey, just think, that was just the tip of iceberg of what I could say about this wanna-be tough guy. I could tear apart every waking moment of his life, expose him for all of the shit in his career from EAW up until here; imagine the reaction then huh? It would really be a laughing matter then, Mark, but I’m afraid it won’t be you putting on fake laughter, trying to hide the rage that’s consumed you. It’ll be your class of peers, both in the Awakening and outside of it, laughing at how pathetic you are. Kind of like how most of us already are, especially when you record yourself, in the most pathetic attempt ever, trying to belittle someone - especially me. Boy, I am your superior now - then - forever. Want to question why Aren decided to give myself, Nobi and Karlson championship opportunities at Final Destination? Because management seems to be tired of those titles being held by inferior athletes. Trust me when I say, no one’s paying their hard earned money to see Noah Quinn, Eon Blue and Mark Michaels as champions. But they will pay to see Noah Reigner defending the television championship on every brand, every week, elevating the status of the championship. They will pay to see Liz Karlson as the Hybrid champion, and they will pay to see a former world champion in Nobi as the Openweight Champion. Why would I drop myself from the World division to something ‘smaller’? Just serving my duty to help the OWA be the best company in the world; and having mediocre talent such as yourselves holding the belt? That makes us all look bad - from the offices all the way down to the roster.

Save me the stories, Mark. ‘Noah Quinn beat this person. I’ve beaten this person.’ and so on, because I can sit here and list the people that I’ve beaten that put you and your crew to shame. But you don’t want to acknowledge why I’m the best pick up this company has had, or why I’m touted as being the fuckin’ Ace - because all that seems to penetrate your thick, primate-skull to seep into that peanut sized brain is the fact that so-and-so said I was a ‘flop’. So you base your entire argument, your entire approach on the fact that if they said it, it must be true. If they said it, you could too - and you would walk your way into an easy victory. Nah, ‘bro’. There are no easy wins over Noah Reigner. Go ahead, ask any one of the three men to have beaten me in singles competition here. They won, sure, but it wasn’t easy nor did they earn it. Am I whining and crying? Nah. Simply pointing it out, because it’s easy for you to jump on the bandwagon and call me a ‘flop’ - but not a single of those victories came cleanly or decisively. Noah Reigner is still the same threat as I’ve always been, that's why Senn and co. decided they had to try and eliminate me. Turns out, not even a group of the best in the world could extinguish this flame. They tried, though, and that’s why I sit here with this record that makes simpletons like yourself think I’m a flop. You’ve beaten Jacob Senn, though - you made it a point to make that clear. Congrats, man. Want a pat on the back? Guess what - I have too. And I did so with more at stake than just bragging rights. I stripped him of a world championship. So, once again, I’m not impressed with your attempt to earn some clout.

But wait. I didn’t beat him in 2018 when I was, apparently, only ‘relevant’ in Mark Michaels’ eyes - so it doesn’t count, right? Fuck yourself, Mark. No one gives a shit what you think is relevant, because you have never been relevant. Not even as the first man to hold that championship you do now. 2019, 2020 - I was still on top of the world. World champion in Japan, Tag team champion, one of the most featured guys in SSW while you splashed and played in the rain puddle deep division that is the Hybrid division. That’s okay, I don’t expect someone with such a narrow field of vision like yourself to appreciate and respect the things that go down outside your scope. But it was my presence in SSW and Japan that brought me here. It was inevitable, really. Just like me challenging for the OWA World Championship that you seem so obsessed for me to do. All in good time, Mark. Before that, though, I’m going to take great pride in reminding you exactly what your place in this industry is - at the fucking bottom. You are the epitome of low-tier garbage. Curtain opening nobody who’s - once again - tripped into the position that you are in now. Take offense, I don’t care - but everyone gets lucky once in a while. Bragging and boasting about how the Awakening have been dominant is cute and all, and hell - I’ll even admit it. You guys have collected all the belts, good for you. But now you’re going to lose them all in one night. Ouch, what a blow that’s going to be huh? Continually saying the names of guys you’ve beaten doesn’t impress me, when I’ve beaten those same guys.Yeah, they may have bested my team in Civil War while I was handcuffed to a rope, but check records you twat - it’s all there in black and white. I hold victories over some of those same people. Chasing for that artifact you can hold over my head isn’t going anywhere for you, because for you that artifact is unobtainable. Much like a World Championship, much like anything that’s a step above the Hybrid division. It’s just not going to happen. The fact that you were positioned there in the first place is a sad state of affairs for OWA, one that myself - Karlson and Nobi are going to correct at Final Destination.

Yeah, I’ve been here a few months - but success doesn’t come in just victories, Mark. Again, something I don’t expect a simpleton to know. But a full-blown war against the Troupe. A top six showing in the Clash; all of that has put stock value in my name in this company. Call me a ‘flop’ until you’re blue in the face, but I am still one of the most must-see people in this company. I am still one of the most prominent figures in this industry. Yeah, I can hang a hat on final six in my first ever Clash of the Titans - and that makes you upset because you and your group promised a dominant showing, and you were out quicker than the rest. Once again, Mark Michaels performs at the level we all know and expect from him and no one is surprised. Leading up to that Clash everyone counted myself and Baker out because we were - here it is, Mark - flops. That’s what they all said. And I entered the Clash well before you, and lasted long after. You didn’t even have an elimination to your name while I had three, plus the elimination of Senn after the fact. Clash of the Titans was where myself and Baker reminded everyone just who the fuck we are. We’re the Corsairs, two of the most dominant people in this industry. Our start may have been rocky, but that won’t stop us - you should know that, Mark. Top six may not equal success in your eyes, but it sure as shit looks a lot better in everyone else’s eyes than going out almost as quickly as you went in and having no eliminations under your belt.

But that is what this is all about, Mark. Belts. Yours, Quinn’s, Blue’s. I have no issue with your boys being at ringside with you at Olympus because I know Nobi and Karlson will not hesitate to fuck them up, just as I’m going to fuck you up. All of that rage that you let control you in your last video, that blood that’s boiling over - it’s going to be your worst enemy. You’re going to come out swinging, trying to prove something to yourself and every other moron that follows the Awakening. Trying to prove that you’re equal to Noah Reigner, if not better, but we all know that isn’t going to happen. You’re going to fall flat on your fucking face, just as you always have Mark. In fact, it’s happened so much that will be the title of your eventual Autobiography that will sit, collecting dust in a warehouse because no one will want it bad enough for it to be in stores. “Mark Michaels: A life spent flat on my face.”

Make no mistake about it, Mark. We are not the fuckin’ same. You are bottom of the barrel level talent - first rung on the ladder and that is all you will ever be. Hybrid Champion or not. Fiora’s ball-licker or not. You are a joke and always will be one. And if you ask me, you’re a joke that’s been around for far too long. Don’t worry, though. At Final Destination when we relieve you and the other Stooges of the championships you hold, that joke will cease to exist. Maybe you’ll take my advice and head down to OWT where you’ll be taken seriously, because it’s not happening here. You may not see us as ‘credible competition’, but that’s because you’re fucking stupid. Former World champions across the board and we’re “not credible”.

Idiot.

What myself, Karlson and Nobi will do to those championships is something that you, Blue and Quinn couldn’t do …Make them mean something. Restore credibility and honor to them, which will take a lot of doing on our part. But the good thing is, the damage done by being held by you three is not irreversible. Beating you three will be the first step in that process. But we’re not going to stop at just beating you three. Anyone can do that, in fact I already have done to two of you three. We’re going to eviscerate the three of you. I know - it’s a big word for you. Sound it out. Maybe ask daddy Fiora for help. The point is, Mark, the three of us are going to do to the three of you, what should have been done a long time ago. But OWA entertained this Awakening nonsense. That’s over with now. After collecting all the belts and still making absolutely no traction, it’s time to cut the cord on this and send them - especially you three - spiraling back to obscurity where you belong.

Get mad all you want, Mark. Huff and puff, pound your chest and drop your addy if you think that makes you a man - all it does is prove my point. My point being you’re just an insecure little boy playing in an adults world. You’re not real champion material. You weren’t in EAW and you did this same schtick there. And what happened there will continue to happen here, as long as you continue throwing punches above your weight class.

You will be owned. Time and time again.

I’m Noah fucking Reigner, bitch. Classes, leagues, worlds better than you. We all already know that, though. Well, everyone except you. Don’t worry. I’ll remind you at Olympus, Mark.”

VaeVictisBD, Darkane, Big_Baker_Brand and Savannah Sunshine. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

“Fuck you Noah, is that original enough for ya? If not fuck you anyways. Over the last two years I have torn apart everyone in my path. I’ve ended record holding reigns from champs who were thought neigh unstoppable and I did it all with everyone telling me there was no way I could do it. I broke the chains around my feet, broke through barriers that held me down, and all while everyone and their mother had written me off as either irrelevant or mediocre. And every time someone tried to label me as such, I made sure they ate those words along with the bottom of my boot. I’ve heard all my critics, my detractors, and the nimrods who just have a stick up their asses and I can whole heartedly say that Noah, When I heard you mindlessly mumble all that nonsense I nearly did a spit take. I mean how can someone get things so wrong and not have someone tell him to quit talking. I mean If me and The Awakening are the ones who are sleeping, then Noah I gotta ask what the fuck are you smoking?! Noah, you poor and misguided ignorant piece of crap, I have no idea whether you simply say the first thing that pops into that empty skull of yours, or if you’re so self deluded that you just don’t care how much of jackass you make of yourself when you say such ridiculous horseshit. Personally I’m thinking it’s a little of both. Not to say it wasn’t entertaining, I would laugh at this shit if... you know what, it’s so goddamn ridiculous that I’ll go ahead and laugh anyways, HAHAHHAHAHAHA-you’re a dumbass for sure. For starters if you have the entire company calling saying that thus far you’ve been a flop, then maybe, just maybe, YOU’VE BEEN A FUCKING FLOP SINCE YOU SIGNED WITH OWA! Second I find it kinda Funny how you called me mediocre and Nobi a world champion tier talent when I beat his ass in an iron man match just a few weeks back. What’s more you called Chaos Elite mediocre as well, but they’ve been kicking ass and taking names with the teachings of Father Nathan. I mean not only has Noah Quinn set the record for defending the Television championship by beating a who’s who of Olympus’ best, hell he beat Darkane, the guy who’s going to main event Final Destination 3, in a no dq match without breaking a sweat. If that’s mediocre then yeah sure we’re mediocre. And since you brought up the phantom dynasty troop or whatever the fuck they want to call themselves now, right before I left inept answers wrestling, Jacob Senn decided to put screwing his pigs on pause and dress up like a luchador. Yes that’s right the reigning record holder for biggest cracker in the world went around in a goofy little mask committing cultural appropriation and what not. You know what happened when Jacob brought his goofy gimmick ass to my ring? I stomped his skull into canvas and pinned him one, two, three in the middle of the ring, no run ins, no bullshit, just a good day or fashion ass kicking. But if beating him wasn’t enough to convince you that myself and the rest of the Awakening aren’t just a few pathetic lackeys who couldn’t wrestle their way out of a paper bag, what about when I pinned Derelict when he was the reigning OWA champion? And if you’re gonna say that he was just anotherchump with a belt, I’ll refer you to the Thunderdome match at Game Over. And while you mock the Hybrid championship, I will tell you right now that becoming the first man to hold that title insured my place in history. But nothing came for free and Not one damn thing I’ve achieved was ever spoon fed to me I can assure you of that, I’ve worked every single day to get where I am. Facts are facts Noah, and the facts say that I’m more than just decent, I’m pretty fucking good regardless of whether or not you, or the spineless suits in the boardroom, or the fans in the stands recognize it or not. But I get it Noah, you don’t have anything to really stand on here in OWA. You got one fluke win that I promise you we’re taking back come Final Destination, so you have to talk all this trash to inflate your own self esteem. You can’t build yourself up right now, so you try to tear us down. I pity you Noah, I really do. I pity you that you can’t see the forest for the trees in this situation. That you’re stuck looking at your old clips on YouTubeThat you don’t get that for all the empty, and quite frankly meaningless babbling that spills from your mouth is so easily disproven. Allow me then to ask you this, How is it that the former multi-time world champion has been spinning his wheels going nowhere fast and gets his ass beat every time he’s up to bat, while the so called poster boys of mediocrity have dominated Friday nights and are all holding gold? If we ‘got called up too soon’ then how the fuck is it we’ve accomplished so much in such a short amount of time. Again it only took us 3 months to hold Olympus in the palms of our hands, it’s taken you three months just for you to hang your hat on ALMOST making the final five in the clash of Titans match. Remind me again what a sixth place finish gets you? If we’re gonna use Clash of the Titans as a measuring stick, than they should have given your spot to Finnegan Wakefield.
We tripped over into title wins? Bullshit. If that you as the case you wouldn’t have had your ass handed to you by the same clowns we’ve been pummeling since we got together. You say that Myself, Eon, and Noah Quinn are dimwits for following Father Nathan, yet We stand atop everyone on Olympus from Nas, to Senn, to Darkane, to Stark, and all their little factions, we’ve trumped them all time and time again. The four of us banding together wasn’t done because we were tricked or manipulated, it happened because we saw Olympus on the verge of gang warfare long before anyone else did. We made the smart play and all of us benefited from it, while we left everyone in our way broken. Meanwhile that the amazing multi-time world champion Noah Reign, has been stuck slumming it in tag matches. And at that when you had someone to carry you, you still managed to drop the ball. ‘Oh poor me I keep losing because someone kept interfering.’ I’ve lost track of the times I’ve been screwed over, and let me tell you from experience that in the end it doesn’t really matter how you played the game because the only thing anyone will ever remember is who won, and who lost. Face it Noah at this point management is stuck between a rock and a hard place trying to figure out desperately how to break even on their investment in you. Every time Aren Mstislav has set the table for you to succeed, you’ve tripped over your own feet and and fell flat on your face. That’s why you have to keep referring back to shit that happened three years ago in another company because the only two things that Noah Reigner have meant to OWA is jack, and shit. Oh but you beat Chaos Elite in a throw away tag team match when we all decided long before to save our energy for Clash of the Titans so at least you got that going for you.

‘Mark, you took a meaningless title and made it more meaningless’ shut the fuck up doucebag. You can keep talking all the shit you want about My reign as Hybrids Champion, or even my run as Pure Champion, but Right now as I speak you are chomping at the bit for the chance to hold what I have simply to keep your overrated ass from slipping forever into Midcard irrelevancy, and the reason I can say that is because you were so desperate to get on to the Final Destination card you agreed to do so in a six man tag match just to be in the same ring with me so don’t you forget that Noah! Prove me wrong Bro, do something bold. Demand a world championship match because that’s what someone like you deserves. Challenge Darkane or Cage for their spot against father Nathan. If you’re so great and mighty, then get up off your ass and get what you’re worth. If not, don’t go around bitching about it after little old Mark Michaels kicks your scrawny ass from bell to bell. Because when push comes to shove, right here and now you’re chasing after the three guys you think so little of. You’re chasing after me, and the reason is because The moment we signed on the dotted line in OWA, everything that either of us had done anywhere else went away. Everything that either one of us busted our asses for, it went up in smoke. What matters in OWA, what always matters in professional wrestling, is right here and right now. You had a great 2018 in EAW, welcome to OWA 2021.
So forgive me me Noah for using the same out of ammo analogy that so many others have. I think you can cut me some slack because for all that you like to brag about, Aren Mstislav couldn’t find three guys who were credible challengers when they matched up against us, so they dumped you in this match along with the other two dipshits who I’ll be more than happy to backhand the taste out of all your ignorant mouths.

So come at me Noah, and you’ll see whether or not my threats are idle or not. In fact if you have any balls on you, I’d say why wait till Olympus, I’m at the Ritz-Carlton, 600 Stockton street, if you’re not a total chicken shit hypocrite, then I say let’s settle this in the parking lot. But knowing you the way I do, I won’t hold my breath for you to come on down. That’s fine as well, I think I like it just fine to beat the fuck out of you in front of the whole world en route to doing it again at Final Destination. One way or another Noah, when I get my hands on you, I’m gonna enjoy adding another former world champion’s to the list of guys I’ve left either concussed out of their brains, or screaming in submission. Get ready Noah, because you are about to get your first dose of the Lethal Injection, and there’s no getting up from that!”

Oh hey hello everyone I will take this opportunity to introduce myself to everyone. My name is Audrey S. Atlas. A lot of you may be worried about seeing me look sleepy, but I will say that everyone is not concerned. Thank you for the welcome here and as you know, the match announced I face Rebecca Brookes. Everyone mustn't know how excited I am for this match. But of course, we will be full with this match so everyone can keep an eye on it and expect it. Of course, I expect this to be a good match, hopefully, everyone will have enough rest to watch my first match. I do my best. And want to tell Rebecca that you can show your best I want a match that impresses me, doesn't have to be soft for me. And of course, I had the opportunity to meet her, it was an honor to have met the champion since my first match. I'll get enough rest and prepare to fight in this match. And I am not afraid of you, so for sure, this match is full. This match is important to me because I'm not going to be easy for you, Rebecca. I'm not going to lie that I don't hope to win this match. I hope, but just not equal to hope that this match people will appreciate my skill. As I said, this match is important. I honestly admit that I am very excited.

I hope you can do what I ask, isn't it too difficult for a champion like you? Oh, and thank you for this great opportunity. I will try to take this opportunity. Don't forget what I said, Rebecca, don't forget to take a lot of rest. Because if you don't get enough rest, it will affect her ability in that match. With good hope, I say I hope after the end of this match we can be good friends. As I said I will be serious in this match. I will show my abilities that there is something hidden beneath my sleepy face. And happy again to meet Rebecca, hopefully in this fight, you will do your best. I expect you, Rebecca, don't let me down. I won't judge anything from what I see. I don't know what she is, Rebecca, with love and respect for Rebecca, no matter what the match is like. Let us do the same for both of us. And I won't give up easily Because I'm here to be the new star here. And wish you good luck!

Jeff X has spoken. It’s such good shit!

CM Nas is shit.

The Killer is coming or somethin'.

Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Zumi, Jeff X, Mav., Alyssa Grace and Savannah Sunshine. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

“For a group that calls themselves ‘The Awakening’, they all seem to be in a deep sleep - residing comfortably in dream land.

Myself and Baker, we made short work of Eon Blue and Noah Quinn. No matter how much it was downplayed after the fact, neither of them ever really had much of a chance against us - that was crystal clear. And then Clash of the Titans rolls around, and we clowned the entire field - including the Awakening’s entrants. We knew Quinn and Blue had us in their sights, but they didn’t do shit. Why? Because as we said leading into that tag team match all those weeks ago; Chaos Elite and the Awakening as a whole, are insignificant. Minor leaguers brought up to the majors a little too soon, in my honest opinion. They should be kicking rocks down in OWT, at least there they would serve some sort of purpose instead of becoming the whipping boys for the Corsairs. At least there their mediocrity would have been tolerated and accepted; here it’s nothing but material for us - the better men - to laugh at and ridicule. You expect me to believe that Blue and Quinn are the future when, together, they don’t have the combined I.Q. to spell future?

That lack of intelligence was exposed the second the two of them believed that they could legitimately beat Baker and myself. The moment when mediocrity believes they are better than two of the very best in this game, is the moment that they can no-longer be taken seriously.

And while we speak of mediocrity; let’s not forget the poster boy of the term - Mark Michaels. I see not much has changed since Jersey. Still the same half-wit who thinks he can throw down with the best in the world and believes the result will be in his favor. Still the same man over-achieving and somehow securing a championship, only to tarnish it and it’s credibility the longer he holds onto it. The group of clowns known as the Awakening are the living embodiment of ‘mediocre’, every last member from the bottom ranking guy to Nathan Fiora. But what is laughable is the fact that they flood the market with cheap video after video, claiming to be the best in OWA because they’ve managed to trip and fall into a title reign. Congratulations, kids. You have successfully fooled everyone in this company into thinking - even for the tiniest fraction of time - that you are decent. All of it, though, is smoke and mirrors. A great facade. A ruse well-played, but time’s up. Aren booked the match and made the announcement, which I’m sure resonated in the Awakening locker room for most of the night. Panic setting in on the ‘apostles’ because of the inevitable reminder that the challengers will send; that you’re nowhere as good as you claim to be. Liz Karlson, NOBI and myself are all world-champion caliber athletes, in fact - all of us have held world championships, or equivalent to. The same can’t be said for the B-squad that we have lined up, hurling grade-school insults at us asif they were ammunition.

Also; I’ve heard the AR without Ammo insult before. Know what the result of that one was, Mark? Another scratch in the win-column for me and a loss to them.

If you think you’re going to rattle me with comments about my track record in this company, I’ll save you the time and effort and in turn give you some advice; look for something else. Come up with your own material, Mark - because that has been the community-shared argument since Civil War against myself and Baker and where has it gotten anyone? It certainly hasn’t proved that anyone is better than us. It’s easy to target losses and assign them as ‘failure’ when you ignore the facts and asterisks. All of those ‘losses’ that you seem hung up on, the losses that have rendered me as a ‘failure’ in your eyes, none of them matter or are significant. After Civil War myself and Baker have adjusted the course of our ship and we’re on a new path. See, it’s always the people on the other side that are more hung up on those so-called ‘failures’, it’s never myself or Baker. I could easily come out swinging, tearing you into shreds for all of the failures of your career, Mark. We both know exactly what I’m talking about, too. But I’m going to be the bigger, better man because - afterall - I am. While I was headlining shows in sold out venues back in the Jersey brand - representing as the world champion, you were regulated to opening shows with some worthless piece of tin that you - somehow - made less relevant than it was before you held it.

Never forget that, Mark.

But a little bit of success and some bullshit spoon fed to you by Fiora has you spouting off some nonsense that I didn’t expect from even you, Mark. I know how it must have eaten at you to sit on the sidelines and watch as I skyrocketed past every other hasbeen and loser that made up the so-called ‘roster’ there; but for you to say that I’ve - what - ‘lost a step’ and that I’m a ‘piece of shit’ like you actually believe it? Wow. Just. Wow. Grade A stuff there, man. But feel free to elaborate, please. I lost a step, because I went head on into a war against the Phantom Troupe after they were the ones who interfered in every one of my matches, causing me to have this abysmal record? You know the Phantom Troupe, right? A bunch of men who would chew you up and spit you out before you could utter a single word. Yeah, I came out on the losing end of that war because I was cuffed to the ropes while they took apart my team. Or tell me how I’ve lost a step when I was in the final six of Clash of the Titans - or better yet - how I stomped your boys’ fucking heads in just a week or so before the Clash? Every word that you said, Mark, really makes no sense when you truly think about it. Instead your little rant was just you picking up little nuances from other promotional videos against me and melding them together. Basically throwing shit against the wall to see if it would stick, but you really made yourself look to be like the imbecile that you truly are. Bravo, Mark. No wonder you’ve bought into the Fiora’s shit, you’re no smarter than the rest of the group of mental-midgets that comprise the Awakening. You’re a perfect fit. Especially when you think I’ve jumped from World championship contender - to basement dwelling edgelord who talks tough behind a screen. Which, that statement alone makes me question whether you're a danger to yourself when away from a supervised guard.

But to further point out your own idiocy; you brought up the very recent defeat at the hands of Aria and Cloud over in Japan. Which that part I applaud. You do your homework - but daddy Fiora didn’t look over it before you turned it in for presentation to the class. See. We may have lost to the Queens, but it wasn’t before they dropped to the Blacklist. And those titles they took from us? They're from a different company entirely. So while you get off to the idea of somehow thinking you’re better than me because Awakening has beaten the Blacklist, who’ve beaten the Queens, it doesn’t work like that champ. Continue to grasp at straws though, maybe something will work? Actually, nah. It won’t. You’ll only continue to make yourself look stupid. The fantastical, outlandish claims and the cliche lines like - “I’m Bulletproof to your Assault Rifle”. Shit that’s been said more times than you can count, but yet here we are; unoriginality and simple-mindedness coming from an overachiever of an opponent who should have stopped while he was ahead. I listened to your whole diatribe about pushing through and becoming better and all of that, but have you really? You sound like the same Mark Michaels from times before, hyping yourself up when you’re going into a losing battle. Taking jabs that you thought would hit, but instead get turned right back around to show how much of a pathetic nobody you truly are. Am I supposed to be impressed that you stand at the top of a division that has been stagnant? A division that has a talent pool about as deep as a rain puddle? The King, you called yourself - and you said it with such vigor, such pride. Such pride to be the king of mediocrity while I have been in the ring with killers, with sharks. Men and women that you wouldn’t survive a round with. Yeah, maybe I’ve taken some losses but not without getting my shots in and earning my stripes as one of the best.

Kings are trumped by the Ace - another lesson that you’re soon to learn, kid.

World championships in America and Japan came with the cost of defeating the absolute best in this industry. You are, were, and never will be anywhere near that list of competitors. And the fact that you’re holding this Hybrid Championship over my head, the lowest ranked championship in OWA if you want to look at it, means you really don’t grasp reality. Begging for clout doesn’t work, Mark. You were miniscule then, you are miniscule now but that hasn’t stopped you from throwing dirt at me because I’ve lost to bonafide world champions and contenders, while you’re playing kiddie games in the minor leagues. But just like I did to your boys back in that tag match, and just like I did to the field in the Clash; I’m going to prove exactly who the fuck Noah Reigner is. Take your cheap, worthless, and cliche shots ‘champ’ just like they did. Just like they all did, and I’ll make sure that you look dead into my eyes - I’ll make sure you understand exactly what is happening - before I put a Kill Shot in your skull.

I’m sure repeating things like how you’re ready to go punch-for-punch, blow-for-blow etcetera “all fucking night” may convince you and the group of morons you run with, that you’re ready for this match - but it does nothing for me. All I see, all I hear, is an insecure half-wit who can’t even begin to fathom what he’s got himself into. As for your “advice”, Mark - to go back to SSW? I will, but it will be with the OWA Television Championship after myself, Liz Karlson and Nobi dismantle the Awakening and strip all of you of your championships. It’s actually quite humorous to hear you refer to myself, Karlson and Nobi as ‘worthless worms’ when worthless is all you’ve been for your entire career - and furthermore, your entire life.

But try it, Mark. Try to ‘cut through us like a hot knife through butter’, and you’ll find out exactly what Eon and Blue found out - that you’re facing a class of athlete that is far superior than you could even imagine. I’m not a former multi time world champion for no reason, Mark. Save your tough talk and your idle threats for some schmuck in that division you claim to be king over - it doesn’t work with me. And expect that reign as King to end very soon when Karlson shows you just how good she is and takes that title away.

I hope you’re prepared for the gunfight, Mark. This Assault Rifle is going to cut you in half.”

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Alyssa Grace, Darkane, Big_Baker_Brand and Savannah Sunshine. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

MILES VS BAKER IV:

HARD TIMES

First of all, I would to thank the many, many fans throughout this country that wrote cards and letters to Matt Miles, The Man With the Midas Touch, while I was down. Secondly, I want to thank Omega Wrestling Alliance for waitin’ and takin’ the time ‘cause I know how important it was, Clash of the Titans 2021, it is to the wrestling fans, it is to OWA, and Matt Miles The Man With the Midas Touch. With that wait, I got what I wanted, Graham Craker the CACzilla. I don’t have to say a whole lot more about the way I feel about Ric Flair; no respect, no honor. There is no honor amongst thieves in the first place.

[CAPTURED IMAGE OF GRAHAM BAKER HITTING A THIRD BLACK QUEEN]

He put hard times on Matt Miles and his family. You don’t know what hard times are daddy. Hard times are when the textile workers around this country are out of work, they got 4 or 5 kids and can’t pay their wages, can’t buy their food. Hard times are when the auto workers are out of work and they tell ‘em go home. And hard times are when a man has worked at a job for thirty years, thirty years, and they give him a watch, kick him in the butt and say “hey a computer took your place, daddy”, that’s hard times! That’s hard times! And Graham Cracker you put hard times on this country by takin’ Jacob Senn out, that’s hard times. And we all had hard times together, and I admit, I don’t look like the athlete of the day supposed to look. My belly’s just a lil’ too shredded, my heiny’s a lil’ toned, but brother, I am bad. And they know I’m bad.

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[ACTUAL FOOTAGE OF GRAHAM BAKER BEING SHOT BY NOAH REIGNER]

There were two bad people… One was John Wayne and he’s dead brother, and the other’s right here. CACZilla Graham Cracker, the Cracker Championship belongs to these people. I’mma reach out right now, I want you at home to know my hand is touchin’ your hand for the gathering of the biggest body of people in this country, in this universe, all over the world now, reachin’ out because the love that was given me and this time I will repay you now. Because I will still be the reigning Cracker Champion on this hard time blues. Matt Miles tour, ‘21.

[MATT MILES CELEBRATING HIS LAST VICTORY OVER THIS CERTIFIED SHIT-SNIFFING GOOBER]

And Graham Cracker, CACzilla… Let me leave you with this. One way to hurt Graham Cracker, is to take what he cherishes more than anything in the world and that’s the McChicken. I’m gon’ take it, I been there twice. This time when I take it André, I’m gon’ take it for you. Let’s gather for it. Don’t let me down now, ‘cause I came back for you, for that man upstairs that died 1-2 years ago and never got the opportunity to see a real Cracker Champion. And I’m proud of you, thank god I have you, and I love you. I love you!

A Nobody
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(Odyssey LX clip showing Hana Nakajima finishing off Devi and officials checking on her neck while the battle between The Goddess Champion Rebecca Brookes and Hana Nakajima going on. Devi was infuriated after putting the efforts in that match.)

So Hana got 1up on me….

(Devi had her head down and both hands balled up as she continues to talk.)

The Newly and Arrogant 18 year old little bitch, Hana Nakajima got me after calling me a nobody?!

(Devi is breathing in calm order, has she slammed her fist into the table in her room.)

I...I-I got to try to be calm about this cause Final Destination 3 is almost here, and I can take any chances of me losing matches, I been training for Stark for months now and I had to admit that i'm getting better. And only because of my will and determination has led me to get up and fight again. Yeah Las Vegas I just hit a bad luck, and let's be honest I've this match won, because Hana Nakajima played a major role at Odyssey 60, screwing the Goddess Champion Rebecca Brookes and Gwen Harper in the Tag Team match, speaking of The Goddess Champion, Brookes! I know that I don't blame others for my misfortunes, but you sweetheart had a bad case of wrong timing. I know that you and Hana are still going at it, but I remember that you got screwed in the Tag Team match by Hana, the one that called me a "Nobody". And where the hell were you? Normally I got this match on my own but you've had waited for my match against Hana ended to get your hands on that 18 year old pissant. But you know what that's fine, hopefully you got an explanation for me before my 6-Women Tag Team match.

(Devi had taken a deep breaths, drink alot of water for 5-6 minutes before she talk again.)

A Nobody...A fuckin Nobody. Damn when's the last person who called me that? When I was a pretty much a teen during my Middle/High School days. Shit...normally I would not talk about my past, but Hana calling me a nobody. I see lesser people that called me that since I was in class, no one talks with me nor hang, I get picked on it's ridiculous! This was before I took MMA Training after my graduation, my teen life was a damn mess until this nobody snap someones arm with the Kimura in High School and got suspended heheh...Well that happened but I live in south in North Carolina, I know that there's a tough people around the states, but me i'm ordinary. And I decided to trained MMA and transition to Pro Wrestling, because the only thing about being a nobody, is to be somebody and I prove that every single night when I step in the ring.

(Devi paused and drinking water.)

But now I need to rebound from Hana Nakajima calling me a nobody Krysis and start talking about a go-home Odyssey before Final Destination 3, it seems that i'm at the end of my rope, but The Howling Halos of Me and My Adorkable Friend Azurine "Azzy" Vebbins will be in the 6-Women Tag match and who's the 3rd person in my squad? Is none other than Liz Karlson and I got to admit she impressed me since she got in OWA. She almost eliminated me at Clash, and I pretty sure that i'm confident that Liz will win the Winner Take All match at Final Destination 3 and hopefully i'll not slow you down caused my track record is not that great...And we got to face 3 individuals! Daisy Thrash, Kimberly Chase, and Nakita DuBov!

*sigh*

Nakita, Nakita...The Fem-Phenom, I hope your little midget friend of yours write comedy sketch for you, because this time I got a whole pack of punchlines ready for you. Last time I prove to you that nobody is invincible and the resiliency that I had against you was top notch! And yeah you got me with the win and you showed your dominance at the Women's Clash of The Titans match that led The Banshee eliminate me. And here we are now you got two friends to teamed up with. First the Legendary Daisy Thrash, "The Sheriff" heheh I gotta say that our paths are gonna cross sooner than later. Not say that I'm not much of a fan but I do love your accomplishments but I know that you made your return to OWA at Clash of The Titans but alot has changed since then. But I willing to be the first and honored to fight you Daisy. And to you...Kimberly Chase! Oh boy one of the Wrestleworld goonies haha. All seriousness i'm happy and welcome you to the big leagues but you got to know something, in OWA things are different here especially Odyssey of all places but I don't know if your good to trusting others especially the beast like Nakita, well hope that will work out. Because me and my two pals are willing to bring the fight against all three of you.

And don't forget ladies, The Wolf will always be at your door, always!

Jeff X and HellFighterINC have spoken. It’s such good shit!

"Matt Miles, while you lay there, hopefully as uncomfortable as you possibly can be, I want you to listen to me. I want you to digest this because before I leave in 1 week with your Cracker Championship, I have a lot of things I want to get off my chest.

I don’t hate you, Matt. I don’t even dislike you. I do like you. I like you a hell of a lot more than I like most people in the back.

I hate this idea that you’re the best. Because you’re not. I’m the best. I’m the best in the world. There’s one thing you’re better at than I am and that’s kissing Jacob Senn’s ass.

You’re as good as kissing Senn’s ass as Darkane was. I don’t know if you’re as good as Naheem though. He’s a pretty good ass kisser. Always was and still is.

Whoops! I’m breaking the fourth wall!

[Baker waves to the camera]

I am the best wrestler in the world.

I’ve been the best ever since day one when I walked into this company. And I’ve been vilified and hated since that day, because Stark saw something in me that nobody else wanted to admit. That’s right, I’m a Stark guy. You know who else was a Stark guy? Noah Reigner. And he split just like I’m splitting. But the biggest difference between me and Reigner is I’m going to leave with the Cracker Championship.

I’ve grabbed so many of Jacob C. Senn’s brass rings that it’s finally dawned on me that they're just that, they’re completely imaginary. The only thing that’s real is me and the fact that day in and day out, for almost six months, I have proved to everybody in the world that I am the best on this microphone, in that ring, even in commentary! Nobody can touch me!

And yet no matter how many times I prove it, I’m not on your lovely little McChickens. I’m not on the cover of the program. I’m barely promoted. I don't get to be in movies. I’m certainly not on any crappy show on the OWA Network. I’m not on the poster of Final Destination III. I’m not on the signature that’s produced at the start of the show. I’m not on Atlantis. I’m not on Kingdom. But the fact of the matter is, I should be.

And trust me, this isn’t sour grapes. But the fact that Nate Cage is in the main event at Final Destination III next year and I’m not makes me sick!

Oh hey, let me get something straight. Those of you who are cheering me right now, you are just as big a part of me leaving as anything else. Because you’re the ones who are eating on those McChickens right now. You’re the ones that buy those programs that my face isn’t on the cover of. And then at five in the morning at the airport, you try to shove it in my face so you can get an autograph and try to sell it on eBay because you’re too lazy to go get a real job.

I’m leaving with the Cracker Championship on July 17th. And hell, who knows, maybe I’ll go defend it in Strong Style Wrestling. Maybe…I’ll go back to WrestleWorld.

[Baker looks at the camera and waves]

Hey, Jaywalker, how you doing?

The reason I’m leaving is you people. Because after I’m gone, you’re still going to pour money into this stable. I’m just a spoke on the wheel. The wheel is going to keep turning and I understand that. Jacob Senn is going to make money despite himself. He’s a millionaire who should be a billionaire. You know why he’s not a billionaire? Because he surrounds himself with glad-handed, nonsensical, douchebag (censored) yes men, like Darkane, who’s going to tell him everything he wants to hear, and I’d like to think that maybe this stable will be better after Jacob Senn is dead. But the fact is, it’s going to be taken over by his cracker son and his doofus Graveworm and the rest of his stupid family.

Let me tell you a personal story about Jacob Senn, alright? We do this whole [anti] racist campaign...

[Microphone cuts off]"

Aria Jaxon, Zumi, J.D. Damon, Noah Reigner and Savannah Sunshine. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

MILES VS BAKER III:

ONE OF THE BAD ONES

Zumi, J.D. Damon, Mav., Noah Reigner and Savannah Sunshine. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

The scene opens up with a figure sitting in a recliner, the television playing previous episodes of Odyssey. The scene from Odyssey XXVIII plays out, with Persephone Bane attacking both Jessica Rose and Natalie Cage. Static momentarily filling the television screen as the figure in the recliner flicks through the next scene. A scene from Odyssey XXIX playing out as Persephone causes a distraction, which allows for Jessica Rose to fall on the losing spectrum. The next scene plays out, Odyssey XXX, where Persephone faced Natalie Cage for the Women’s World Title. The next scenes flicker by faster and faster, until the figure in the chair finally stands to their feet. Boots thud against the hardwood floor as the dim light shows a single hand picking up a hardwood baseball bat. The bat carefully held in both hands, before being swung at the screen of the television. Shattering into pieces with stray sparks of electricity shooting out. The scene seemingly fades to black, at least momentarily.

“Out of the darkness… and back into the light.” A familiar voice calls out in the darkness, before the scene opens back up to one Savannah Sunshine seated on a swing set. It’s a particularly warm Spring day as neighborhood children can be heard laughing and playing in the background. “I’m sure some of you are asking yourselves, “Savannah, how did you escape the clutches of Persephone Bane?” Well… It took a lot of strength, courage, and clawing my way through literal Hell and back to get back to who I really am.” She pauses briefly, kicking her feet slightly as a boot drags through the dirt beneath her. “Don’t let my smile fool you, I’m not the same soft and gentle and naive girl I was before. I’m stronger, faster, and a whole lot smarter. I learned the hard way that not everyone is my friend and that not everyone wants to become friends… and that’s fine. I know I have to have eyes in the back of my head and that I can only count on myself in most cases. But, that’s not what I should be talking about right now.”

She inhales a gentle breath, shifting her head slightly as she soaks in some sun rays. Ray-Ban sunglasses shift from the top of her head to the bridge of her nose as one hand gently pulls them over her face. “I have a tag match in my official Kingdom debut. Where I will be teaming with one MYOJIN against the team of Reginald Dampshaw III and Miltiades. I can’t say this is going to be a walk in the park because let’s face it, it won’t be an easy win. But, that doesn’t mean my partner and I won’t give it our best shot against our opponents.” A small smile crosses her lips as she kicks up some dirt, head resting against one of the metal links holding the swing upright. “Reginald and Miltiades are tough competitors. I’m not afraid to admit that. They’re incredibly talented and strong, but I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge. It’s just not in my nature.” She shrugs, fingers adjusting themselves as they move from holding herself upright on the swing and into her lap.

“I didn’t come here to have another failed run at things. In fact, that’s not going to happen. I’m going to fight every single step of the way. I’m going to make sure that I give it my best at all times. No matter if I win or lose. It’s never mattered to me about that. What matters most is that I go out there with my best game face on and a good head on my shoulders and I fight with every single bit of fight left in me.” She nods firmly, proud of her words. “I’m in new territory. Like Scott said, everyone is a shark around here. Everyone is looking to prove themselves in one way or another. I know I’m starting from ground zero around here, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going into this without some sort of game plan. That’s exactly where I went wrong in the past and I cannot afford to let that happen again.”

She gives herself a small push, swinging only slightly so as to not swing too high. “I am entering unfamiliar territory. But, unfamiliar territory also means I have to be on my best behavior. It means I have to trust my tag partner with my life. It means I have to fight as hard as I can to make a good first impression here on Kingdom. While the proper thing to say here is that Team Starburst will win?” She shrugs, nose scrunching slightly. “I cannot guarantee that. That’s just how all of this works unfortunately. We can say we’ll win this all we want. But, not everyone follows the rules. Not everyone is looking to just win. Some people are looking to just go out there and fight and hurt someone. But, that’s not my style and I’m sure that’s not Myo’s style either.” She pauses, briefly. “Team Starburst is going to go out there and we’re going to give it our best shot at going above and beyond. We’re going to hold our heads up high and give Reginald and Miltiades the fight of their lives… and we won’t go down easily.”

Her gaze drifts towards a group of kids who run past in the street not too far away. Giggling and screeching away as they play a game of tag. A brief smile crosses her lips, before she focuses on the task at hand. “I don’t expect this to be an easy fight. I don’t expect them to be easy opponents. But, I’m prepared for whatever is coming my way… and I know MYOJIN is prepared as well. We might be teaming up for the first time, but we’re going to come up with one hell of a game plan. By hook or by crook. By any means necessary, we are going to be prepared for this challenge. Whether that means our hands are raised in victory at the end of this.” Another brief pause. “Or we have to walk away from this with a loss. We still walk out with a fighting spirit at the end of it all. It’s about time I introduce you all to the new and improved Savannah Sunshine… and that’s exactly what I intend to do. Game on.” She flashes one final grin at the camera, the scene fading to black a moment or two later.

Michael Bishop, Scott Oasis and Mav. have spoken. It’s such good shit!

“So let me get this straight, Our esteemed General Manager couldn’t book a singles match for me to defend my title at Final Destination, but low and behold he was able to book one on Olympus? What’s more he gets cute by making it a lumberjack match with only four lumberjacks. If the word fuckery isn’t in your vocabulary, this one will is a lock to make sure you get the gist. Just mere weeks away from a six man tag match where not one, not two, but three championships are all on the line, and Aren Mstislav decided to throw gas on the fire. Well that’s just fine by me because rest assured this little scheme of his to rob the Awakening of everything we’ve fought to earn is gonna blow up right in his face. When you place the Awakening across from the three pretenders to our titles, don’t expect us to simply sit back and not leave those jokers laying. And when all is said and done, don’t be too surprised to find that we left Nobi, Liz Karlson, and Noah Reigner so broken they won’t even be able to make it to Final Destination.
That’s not just some empty threat, that is what I’d bet money on happening. Because you know as I was driving down the road it gave me a chance to soak in and reflect on everything that happened at Clash Of the Titans. It gave me time to to really ponder on what the road leading to Final Destination is shaping up to be. See in the matter of a night Olympus has found itself on the cusp of a war between three factions that are all packing Atomic bombs. In the matter of a night both the Blacklist and the Phantom- I mean the dynasty, have gone from a few guys anemically hanging on to frail threads of relevance, to actual collectives who may stand a chance of rivaling The Awakening. In a night the Blacklist toppled the Tag Team Champions, and Phantom Troupe scored the win in largest Clash of Titans match ever. In a night Myself, and my brothers Eon Blue And Noah Quinn went gave our best, but we were ultimately outdone in the end. The strategies we went into Clash with, when the time came Guys like the Frontline, the Corsairs, and yes the Dynasty Executed those same plans only much better. Now that’s not me trying to knock or put down Noah or Eon, and it’s sure as hell not me getting down on myself It’s just me being honest. And if you ask me if I’m feeling the weight of coming up short in that match a little more than anyone else right now, I’d say that’s fair. I can hear the murmuring going on. I’m aware of the chatter. I was the last member of the Awakening to enter, and the first one to be throw out. I can hear people saying that I’m some kind of weak link in the Awakening. Really the truth is that perhaps I was a little complacent. I was thinking more about pacing myself and being there for Noah and Eon, instead of simply kicking ass and shedding and shredding everyone in a ten foot radius around me. Now in a big picture kind of way It didn’t change a whole lot, we went into Clash Of The Titans with nothing to lose and everything to gain. We still hold all the gold worth Holding in OWA, and we are still the top faction on Olympus with everyone on the brand itching for a crack at us. And when you have a target on your back the size of the on me, Eon, Noah, and Father Nathan, and you are constantly having the deck stacked against you the way we have since the four of us started looking out for each other, well you really only have one option with how to deal with things. You have to look in the eyes each and every son of a bitch nipping at your heels, and stomp those mothers fuckers like the cockroaches they are. Case in point i find myself facing off against one of the three unworthy pieces of walking elephant crap who will be challenging for the Hybrid, Television, and Openweight championships at Final Destination 3, I speak of course of none other than Noah Reigner. Yes the man who came in as perhaps the most touted free agent signing in OWA history, and has since perpetually underwhelmed and disappointed. The man who captured gold in every company he has competed in, well every one except OWA because the only thing he catches here are beatings. Yes I do think it is fair to say that Noah has lost a step since his arrival. Maybe it’s the wars he’s fought over the years finally taking their toll, maybe he’s just gotten lazy and thinks that he can just coast on his reputation. Whatever the case everyone can see that Noah has gone from a man who was always in the world title conversation, to a fella sitting in the Basement at his mom’s house acting like a cheep nostalgia critic knock off. Oh yeah, I remember how you and your buddy Baker ran your mouths and talked shit like you gave each other a case of verbal diarrhea, and while I’m not the kind of guy to hold a grudge, I never stood for someone trying to disparage my good name before, and I sure as hell won’t stand for it now. So for the record, I’m don’t expect a complacent Mark Michaels. Instead expect no mercy as I run through these three worthless worms like a hot knife through butter. Expect no mercy.

Not when I’ve busted my ass to command respect from everyone in that locker room. Not when week in and week out I show exactly what opening your eyes to the teachings of Nathan Fiora can help you accomplish. Now I’ll be honest with you Noah, while I can say that you would be a hell of a get for the Awakening, and that we have what you’ve been missing since you signed with OWA, I’m pretty sure you got your head shoved so far up your ass that not even joining us would help you from fumbling your way from one loss to another. And yet even though you’ve gotten beat down more times than anyone cares to count, even though you lost your tag titles to Aria and Cloud who in turn lost to Nas and Vedder, who we’ve been beating since the Awakening came together, you’d still be a goddamn loud mouth bragging how a blind squirrel like you found a nut like two months back. And if not that than I’m sure you would harp on about some other bullshit that really wouldn’t matter once the bell rings bro. See I am well aware that your head may still be in the clouds Noah, and that you’re still coasting off of winning the world title back in the New Jersey prison camp ( shout out to hall of famer Aria Jaxson ). Thing is Noah, things work differently around here. As much as the promoters in this business try to milk the fan’s nostalgia, the name of the game when it comes to professional wrestling is what have you done for me lately. We cannot rest on our laurels in this sport, nor can we grow fat living in the past. In this industry, and especially in OWA, you have to keep pushing forward towards whatever is just up the road. Hell we have Final Destination in a few weeks but in the back of everyone’s mind we’re all wondering what each brand will be looking like after the draft. So while it may be fine for the Noah Reigners of the world to sit back and bask in having the red carpet rolled out for them because they were a bit deal in a few small ponds, for me I am always pressing forward proving myself time and again no matter where I go, because everyone here is only as good as their last match. I’ve proven myself by making sure my name went down in the record books as the first OWA Hybrid champion. I’ve proven myself for the one hundred and eight days days and counting that I’ve spent defining that Championship and making it mean something besides being just another belt. I’ve proven it as a man who in my short tenure in OWA has taken the best that Olympus has to offer to the Absolute limit. I’ve proven myself by taking the fight to every mother fucker who’s come either left, right, or dead center across from me. So while you and Graham Baker may call me inconsequential, we’ll see just how inconsequential I am after I’m done proving myself again by kicking the ever loving shit out of you. And Before you even start, I know you’re the Assault Rifle, the man who has put down the very best with a single shot. But mother fucker I am bullet proof in that ring, and after the bell has rung I’ll guaran-damn-tee that everyone is gonna find out an assault rife isn’t worth a damn when it’s out of ammo, because when you step up to Mark Mother fucking Michaels, you’re stepping up to the man who will go punch for punch, blow for blow, all night long! And more than that you are looking at a man who has the tools, the talent, and the mindset, and not an ounce of quit in him. So when you add all that up it means that the Gaijin Ace runs low in this game when he’s matched up against a king like myself. That’s not hyperbole, that’s just me stating the fact of what this match boils down to.

So Noah, consider this fair warning. Do yourself a favor here Noah and take a good goddamn listen to what I’m telling you. You are squaring off with the man who has worked too hard for your underperforming ass to just walk into my house, take the food out of my mouth, and piss all over the front porch. And quite frankly if you know what’s good for you, you would disappear for a while. Go run off to SSW for a few weeks. I’m not just talking about Olympus, I’m talking take a hike till after this 3 on 3 cluster fuck is done and over because you’re in a no win situation. You may call yourself the assault rifle, but right now you’re the one with a barrel pressed to the temple. Because the way I’m looking at things Noah, the only thing I’d like better than to out class you in the ring, leaving you embarrassed as you stare up at the lights, and proving once again that the teachings of Father Fiora has placed myself and my bothers in the Awakening above every other man and woman who would ever make the mistake of trying to stand against us. the only thing I’d like more than that right now is simply to make a martyr out of you. Think long and hard about that Noah because when that bell rings you’re either gonna get Awoken, or you’re gonna get broken.”

Savannah Sunshine. has spoken. It’s such good shit!

MILES VS BAKER II:
I GET THE BAG AND FLIP IT AND TUMBLE IT

VaeVictisBD, Aria Jaxon, Michael Bishop, Stark, Zumi, Scott Oasis, Rebecca Brookes and have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Odyssey Promo #1

“Cloudy The Banshee Slayer”

(Stephanie’s fellow Queens of Wrestling members Aria Jaxon and Azumi Goto stood around the Queen of Fighters as she sat on the bench in her War Room Dojo. The three of them just finished a three-hour workout and training session. With the reemergence of Serenity Scorpio, the feud with Natalie Cage, and Matsuda’s upcoming match against The Banshee, Stephanie needed to remain more focused than ever. Aria and Azumi have questioned Matsuda’s motives for aligning herself with Samantha Garza, but they trusted their friend’s intentions. Stephanie was dressed in her C9 gear while Azumi and Aria wore F4LL and Tapout apparel respectively.)

Aria Jaxon: So you’re really going through with this plan of yours, huh?

(Stephanie pulled the towel from over her head and wrapped it around her neck as she nodded.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Something’s gotta give. I think I can make it work. Samantha is dedicated to the cause, so there’s that.

(Azumi scrunched her nose for a moment as she thought about the former General Manager of Odyssey.)

Azumi Goto: Can you even trust her? You weren't around for her reign of terror. I was- hell I was champion towards the end of her era. If - when you become world champion, you don’t think she’s going to use that as a way back into the general manager’s seat?

Aria Jaxon: She would have to get hired first. Technically, she’s employed by Stephanie.

(Matsuda looked at her friend and nodded while rubbing her chin.)

Stephanie Matsuda: I know my actions as of late have come off a bit rash, but this generation...they need to be tested. That goes for Viola too, who has gone soft this season. A group like Demo Corps shouldn’t even be within sneezing distance of the world title. But alas, one of their own has the strap. Llorona is set to defend her belt against Roxy, but no matter who wins at LAW’s Amazon Warfare event or at Final Destination I will find a way to claim the world title which QOW will add to our ever-growing collection of achievements. If they want to carry Odyssey into the future, I will make them do it by force.

(Aria and Azumi nodded as they agreed with Cloud’s sentiments.)

Aria Jaxon: I’m all for making people see the light, even if it involves knocking people upside their head.

Azumi Goto: But I’m sure this act of yours isn’t completely selfless Stephanie. I mean it’ll be another title for you to add to your collection.

Stephanie Matsuda: True, Zumi. Nothing in life is completely selfless. I’ll benefit greatly from having an OWA world title and I’ll be one step closer to a triple crown. After all...I have to cement my legacy.

(Stephanie winks at Azumi who rolls her eyes in response. The current SSW Heritage Champion took a sip from her water bottle and started pacing back and forth.)

Azumi Goto: What are you going to do about The Banshee?

Stephanie Matsuda: That clout chasing heifer? I’m going to exorcise the demon from that bitch and make her wish that she never gets back into a ring again.

(Aria crosses her arms and nods her head.)

Aria Jaxon: Easier said than done. She’s likely going to want to send a message to Azumi since that attack back at The Clash.

Stephanie Matsuda: Well I’m no pawn in anyone’s game, sweets. I’ll be sure to make an example out of her before she does so to me. Speaking of which...I think it’s time I addressed her.

(Azumi grabs her phone and begins a livestream.)

Azumi Goto: There’s no time like the present.

(Stephanie nodded and looked at the camera as she was being recorded.)

---

“They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but unfortunately I won’t have the luxury of leaving The Banshee behind when I leave town, because that bitch will be back two weeks later, trying to get a piece of QOW’s legacy. For a supernatural entity she’s got a phenomenal set of Twitter fingers, finding a way to show ‘Ria, Zumi, and myself just how much of a badass she is. If anything it takes away from the mystique. The woman formerly known as Morrighan McDonnell has spent so much time trying to be something she’s not and that’s...normal. For you see, it’s normal to go online and try to bully people that you don’t like. It’s normal to want to crave the attention of others and seek validation from one’s community. It’s perfectly normal to take up an edgy act when you feel the regular you - the “real” you isn’t winning you any favors. You see women like The Banshee are the kind to sit at home with a pint of Talenti while watching episodes of Charmed on TNT claiming ‘yeah that’s me!’. They’re the ones with a DVD copy of The Craft stored somewhere in their room and that Neve Campbell was hot in her day. Truth be told - she was. I’m sure like every other goth girl The Banshee has every iteration of Scream and probably posts BDSM memes in her Snapchat and Instagram stories. Shit, I wouldn’t be surprised if the bitch has an Onlyfans.”

(Aria and Azumi could be heard chuckling in the background, unseen.)

“But alas, I get it. You want to be loved, sweets. You feel empty on the inside so you lash out at others. Hell, you nearly did everything I said during the Women’s Clash but decided to go into business for yourself towards the end. And look what that got you...nowhere. And how did you react? By attacking Azumi Goto from out of nowhere. Zumi had nothing to do with the match but you just had to act out, Banshee. Why? Because you’re not a monster, sweets. A monster wouldn’t be stalking pretty girls on social media. Only cowards and CWF pedos do as such. I mean, it’s not like you can take us down as we are - The Queens is a force to be reckoned with. Instead you pull a temper tantrum and go after Zumi. You hound her on social media like an obsessed schoolgirl chasing after BTS while posting annoying fancams. In fact, maybe you’re a fangirl for The Queens of Wrestling. This would make a lot of sense, given that we are the pinnacle of excellence in this industry. We’ve set the tone for the generations after us while surpassing the legacies of those who came before. Banshee...you target us because you know deep in your heart of hearts you can never be us. It doesn't matter how much makeup you have on, how many times you threaten us on social media, or how many aliases and nicknames you have, you can never reach the level we’re at. You got a fast one over me before, I’ll give you that much. But what did you do with that momentum? Absolutely nothing. This is what I mean when I say that Odyssey has no direction. You’re so desperate for opportunities to be thrown on your lap that you think beating me once means you’re the G.O.A.T. Nah, it doesn’t work out like that, Banshee. You can’t just roll up and claim to somebody you have yet...to even come close to becoming. I gave you a chance to study under my wing, sweets. At The Clash we could’ve worked together and who knows QOW could’ve had a fourth member, but sadly you tuned on me. Yet another mistake made in the ever-dwindling career of the former Morrighan McDonnel.”

(Stephanie sighs and stands up. Azumi follows The Queen of Fighters as she walks over to the wall where all of her accomplishments are shown in a trophy case. Placed there are the fifteen different titles she’s won in her career, her 2018 Iconic Cup, and her numerous Wrestleworld, Tokyo sports, and JET awards.)

“You want to be the most dangerous woman in the world? This is what it takes, sweets. I haven’t held less than three championships since the summer, sweets. I’ve fought the best in this business and lived to tell about it. I didn’t need to fake a demonic entity to get what I want. If this darker part of yourself is indeed real...then I need to see it for myself. Give me a reason to be afraid of you, Banshee. Give me a chance to shake in my boots to the point where I’m going to regret being in that ring with you. It’s been awhile since I’ve felt afraid. In fact...the last time I was nervous was in Vega a few years ago. It was June...Pain for Pride Festival. I was the main event of Night 2 and I was putting up the Women’s World Championship against my opponent’s Freeweight Championship. Lo and behold I unified them into the most prestigious women’s world championship of that era. Like I said...you’re facing excellence. I need you to know and understand that I’m not capping; you can’t sneak attack me like you did to Zumi at The Clash. Our fight will be up close and personal and you can bet your ass that I’m getting my win back. Those who doubt me eventually see the errors of their ways and you will be no different, sweets. This is my Odyssey - the rest of you are just a bunch of side characters. Know it. Understand it. Believe it.”

(With a wave of her hand, Stephanie gestures for Azumi to turn off the video.)

---

(Azumi turned off the livestream and smiled.)

Azumi Goto: Well, I think your feelings came across very clearly.

Stephanie Matsuda: Good. I want this bitch to know I’m coming. I want everyone backstage to watch my match and see just how behind they are. If I have to bring a demon to her knees on live television, so be it. Banshee wasn’t the first and she won’t be the last. Just call me Cloudy the Banshee Slayer, bitch.

(Stephanie laughed and walked into the locker room, followed by her Queens of Wrestling members.)

Aria Jaxon, Jeff X and Devi Krysis have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Tag Team Burgers and Fries!

[In a restaurant, Certainly not a McDonald’s taken over for a specific purpose of filming this video, April Song stands in line, tapping her foot impatiently. She’s already been here an hour and she’s absolutely starved. The menu has several titles on offer: The OWA Tag Titles, The LAW Tag Titles, The SSW Tag Titles, even the Mexican-inspired Campeonatos De Parejas! After what feels like an eternity of waiting, April gets to the counter where she meets a sales clerk who looks vaguely similar to one of the reigning OWA World Tag Team Champions.]

Nasal Moor: (in a deadpan, unenthusiastic voice) Welcome to Tag Team Burgers and Fries, if our Hot Tag Burger doesn’t get your stomach over you get your money back...guarantee. How can I help you?

April Song: Hmm….I would like to get the OWA and…..hm, not the SSW. I had that earlier but I was eating with someone who was a total bitch. The Mexican one is pretty spicy, I don’t think Revy likes spicy stuff. I’ll have to bring Hana here.

Nasal Moor: Ma’am...are you going to order?

April Song: UH, RUDE!? I’m thinking! Fine, Let me get your OWA Tag Burger, hold the Queens of Wrestling sauce and extra onion.

Nasal Moor: Uh...we’re out of the OWA Tag burger right now. I’m sorry.

April Song: What? This is a fucking burger place, HOW CAN YOU BE OUT OF BURGERS!?

Nasal Moor: We have burgers, but the ingredients for the OWA Tag Burger have been Blacklisted, so we can’t use them right now. Something about hiding in a bunker until after Final Destination or something.

(Another familiar-looking person appears in April’s vision, a tiny blue-haired black girl with nails almost as long as eagle talons.)

Area Jackoff: Can I help you, ma’am?

April Song: Your idiot cashier here says that you HAVE BURGERS, BUT NOT THE OWA BURGER! I want the tag team championship meal and he says you can’t make it for me! WHY?!

Area Jackoff: Ma’am, It’s just like he said. We don’t have any of that stuff to make it right now, we’re sorry.

April Song: LOOK, PICK A GODDAMN STRUGGLE, MISSY! GET A HAIRCUT AND UNDYE YOUR HAIR SO YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE ONE OF RAINBOW BRITE’S ENTOURAGE OR FIX THOSE RANCID LOOKING NAILS! I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER!

(Nasal and Area began to quiver in fear as they heard the most feared words in the English language. Area very quickly scurries over to the small manager’s office, April staring a hole through Nasal as they wait until ANOTHER oddly familiar looking person appears. An extremely tall and hefty woman politely smiles.)

Brunhilda Oasis: Can I help you, ma’am?

April Song: Your OWA Tag Team Championship Combo...why do you not have anything for it? You have other burgers but you can’t make that one? ME AND MY BEST FRIEND ARE HUNGRY!

Brunhilda Oasis: Uh….can we interest you in a gift card?

April Song: Hmm….Revy likes gifts and free food. I guess I’ll make that work.

Ugh….following me AGAIN? Like, I’m right here by my car and you show up with your camera. I hate coming here, the service is always terrible, especially on Fridays. Geez, you’re a fucking stalker creep aren’t you? At least you breathe so heavy I can hear you coming. Anyway, I’m surprised that I’m cleared to compete as quickly as I was. Llorona is a tough ass woman. She gives as good as she can take, I have to give her that. I fought that match fair and square and it didn’t go my way. Sadly it seems like that’s always the thing with me. I can do amazing things as part of a team, but by myself something always seems to happen. Something always fucks up. But Revy, she accepts me for what I am. A miserable, over the hill screw up with a drinking problem and highly questionable life choices. There’s a lot of talk that our group, the Demo Corps may be under some strain. Well, I think strain is good. Llorona and I never had any quarrels with each other personally. It was just about us being in the way of each other’s goals. We told people what it was about and we told each other what was going to happen from the start.

In a way, Jonetta Stone did the same thing. She could have just sat on the trophy until Final Destination III, cash in on whoever survived the championship match, and just steal the belt. She would have been well within her rights to do it, but I’ve been on the shitty end of that before so I understand that too. But she didn’t. She came into the ring and, albeit with a few cheap shots, inserted herself in the match to make it about as fair a proposition as an Athena’s Cup holder will give you. Look at that lineup though.

Jonetta Stone- Athena’s Cup Winner
Diantha Rosso- Clash Winner
Llorona- Women’s World Champion

I’ve fought and teamed with all of them in one form or another. Who will be the last one standing? I don’t know. But what I DO know is that Revy has inspired me to take on a new challenge, the OWA World Tag Team Championships! I’ve had my share of fun here in OWA, Jonetta and Llorona all have their honors and are competing for more. There’s only one member of the Demo Corps who hasn’t tasted success in some shape or form here and that’s my Flashbangin’ Friend. I mean, I just got my head stomped a million times, I don’t think I’m quite cut out for a World Championship opportunity for a while. But...I’ve been a tag team champion in two different federations before, and by the time Final Destination comes around I will have a third one to my name when Hana and I become WrestleWorld’s Champions. I know what it takes to get the job done and Revy is as damn good a dance partner as I can find. But...we have a problem…

THE OWA TAG TEAM DIVISION...SOMETIMES PRETTY GOOD, SOMETIMES PRETTY SHIT!

We don’t really have that many tag teams to beat to make our case! Then again, for some reason Diantha and I were a team and never even got a sniff despite being nearly unbeatable as a pair and holding the SSW World tag titles twice. If I couldn’t get a sniff paired with everyone’s favorite Charity case, Revy and I are going to have to do some extraordinary work.

Good thing we have a pretty decent team to go against to make that case, build that resume. Now, Gwen. I have been where you are many times before. I saw what you did at the end of that match between Dulce and Alyssa. I know you’re frustrated about things but exactly what did you accomplish? You have two very talented, very skilled women pissed off at you all because you wanted to throw a hissy fit. I mean, at least when I abandoned my FORMER best friend to join her enemies I got a World title match and a decent payday out of the deal. What did you gain? Seriously? Oh well. I don’t think I know what exactly is going through your mind. Well, I sort of do. You want into that briefcase match that the two girl scouts were fighting to get in. That’s not my problem or my concern. MY concern as it stands now is to beat you and make sure that you don’t put a dent in me and my bestie’s resume.

Your tag team partner...ugh...what a lucky Lucy she is. Rebecca, the Goddesses Champion! Let’s give you a round of applause of something I did far better years ago. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Okay, clapping and cheering is over. Here is something I want you to understand and understand well: I don’t care about you or your title at all. In the vast configuration of things on Odyssey you are just a tiny speck that the Demo Corps has let wander around. You are the little puppy in the litter that we ALLOW to eat because we’re all fighting for bigger pieces of meat. Do you understand? Any of the four of us if we so choose can take what you have from you in an instant. I mean, That Goddesses belt did look fucking sexy around my waist. Revy doesn’t seem to care about it and Jonetta and Llorona obviously have bigger fish to fry. Maybe I could be the one to relieve you of it? I mean, if Hana doesn’t beat you down first. She’s growing up right before our eyes, suckering you in and making you look like a complete idiot. I don’t need any deception or anything to beat you or Gwen. Just a compatible partner, which I have, and my submission arsenal, which is the best in the world. You don’t believe me? Ask people like Aria Jaxon and Jacob Senn who have been tapped out by me. These skills pay the bills, and your asspounding bill is, unfortunately for you, in arrears. HA! THAT WAS A FUCKING EPIC PUN, ADMIT IT!

To make a long story short and simple enough for you two idiots to understand:

We are AR-15.
The Demo Corps is fine.
We’re a team.
You’re not.
We’re taking over the tag division.
You’re not welcome to be a part of it.

Oh, asshole with the camera is still here. You’re going to make sure they get this now, right? You may have to make subtitles for Gwen to understand. I mean, she talks to Jeff X, I’m not sure if she can communicate in anything other than Drunk Redneck.

Aria Jaxon and Jeff X have spoken. It’s such good shit!

“Hello everyone, I assume we’ve not formally met just yet now, have we?”

An unfamiliar voice opens the scene, one belonging to Ryan Matthews--the known brother of Rebecca Brookes, and although there’s no sight of her around in the camera shot. The shot opens up to his Anaheim mansion just on the outskirts of the city itself, and in the backdrop is a window with the view of the city of Anaheim at night from the balcony, in all of its beauty is what Ryan is seen admiring before turning his head to look behind him and noticing the camera recording him--of course, with a confident smirk to his face.

“The name’s Ryan. You’re right on cue anyway- glad you’re able to make it. Welcome to The Young Household- as many have known it to be during my time as a wrestler. This is my home, it’s very beautiful, right? Don’t worry, I won’t bore you with the details now, will I? You can see enough of it to admire but not afford,” a chuckle came from The Messiah. “Now, I’m sure that you’re here to see Rebecca--and you will at some point today--but right now I don’t think she’s willing to speak on what’s to come on Odyssey. After everything that happened in Montreal, she’s been very… silent. Mute, if you would say that but she’s not been the same since. Frankly, I do not care for the beef that she’s got with Hana because it doesn’t involve me, but I was given a task by her and that was to train her emotionally. Though I have not found out what she meant by that, I assure you all that it’s not going to be a pretty sight whenever it may happen.”

“Either way, we move--as the young kids would say these days.”

Again, another chuckle from Ryan. The californian veteran popped his collar as he walked away from the window and moved a few steps towards the kitchen, making a pass through it before heading under an arch and into the rather large living room that the mansion has.

“Now, I’m not one to be aware of what’s around but I’ve done enough research to know what should give me a background check on you two. April Song and Revy. AR-15…? Hold up for a minute, I’m just taken back from this name of a team. Quite strange if you ask me, but either way- I do digress. Now, when it came April Song, I had so much background on you because of your history from being a mediocrely tame vixen to a surplus odyssey. That’s not any shade directed at you or any disrespect but from what I’ve been able to see, you’re not as great as you put yourself over as. To me, you’ve got the talk of someone who’s all about only winning and doing things -- as you might put it -- correct, and you’ve got the fight to put in and do the work. The thing is that…”

Clicking his fingers as he begins to think of a way to word a sentence right.

“You seem to not put enough passion- or even motivation- into what you do.” Simple shrug of his shoulders as he takes a seat on the nearest couch to him, “-and to think that might be the only problem you have is just myself being generous. I’ve watched your matches, I’ve learned a lot from you and how you participate in your matches- your fights even- and what I keep picking up is this side of you that makes you think you’ve got it and it’s yours for the taking but then you just switch off like it’s nothing. I understand being cocky and being arrogant because I was once like that but for you to do it… just doesn’t make sense because you do this over and over again until you fuck it all up and then it’s a restart. But at the end of the day, you’re not the one in the wrong now, are you?”

His face continues this confused demeanor as he looks up to the camera, but The Messiah grabs a banana off of the table he places his feet onto, peeling away at the skin before taking a bite from it and leaning back into the couch- relaxing himself as he soaks in the silence around him.

“April Song and the word ‘loser’ do not go together--according to you at least, they’re not my words. I tried to get in contact with you, but it seemed as if your twitter was inactivated, so I tried contacting Jack Levinsky Jr since you two seem to be very close with one another apparently but he had a padlock on his account-- which didn’t work out it seems. You’re an awkward one, April. I can’t seem to make you out. But if anything, I - at least - know that you’re actually full of shit more than you speak it. Seeing the screenshots of you and Beckie’s interactions on Twitter didn’t look so well for you, I must say. You just seemed to have been this crazy bitch that talked nonsense. A fangirl for yourself. And I thought Jason was bad enough making a fan account for himself and pretending to be someone else so he could catch someone off-guard and expose them.”

All he could do to that was just a simple shrug of his shoulders.

“But I understand what might make you mad. I’ve been in your shoes. Though it doesn’t make you special, April. So stop the little charade you're playing because not everything is about you and nothing will ever be about you.”

“As for you, Revy.”

All of a sudden, the silence breaks from it just being Ryan’s voice as he jumps out of his seat, turning to find Rebecca walking through his front door- looking to finish what Ryan was set to complete. Her glare has a fiery look, that frustration from the last Odyssey continued to this day after everything that went down, although--nobody could blame her with what truly happened.

“Revy, revy, revy.” A deep exhale through her nose. “I never thought of you to be the generic type, and it kind of made me a little bit sad when I found out for myself that the loose cannon of the Demo Corps could rock up with spewing bullshit just to kill time. You know, I could be the kind of person that might just fire back with the same generic shit like ‘oh, your Moongoose’s sister, you’re nothing more than some asian bitch with no talent’ but would that really be me? I frankly didn’t think so, so let me this straight, Revy. Of all the things you could have said to me, of all the things you could have mentioned about me, out of every single thing in the world that everyone has probably said before-- all you can speak about is Alyssa freakin’ Grace.”

All that Rebecca could do was shrug her shoulders with a confused look on her face. She wasn’t sure what to make of the logic, she didn’t know what to make of it entirely, because she wasn’t wrong-- and Rebecca never doubted that claim to begin with, she knew her place from the beginning.

“Alyssa Grace is the greatest Goddesses Champion, she is; but what does that have to do with me now? I know I’m not on the same level as her, and it’ll take me a damn good while to even get on her level but to just rub it in like that-- do you think you’re doing something to me- like do you think that’s pissing me off in some way? I can assure you, it’s not. It’s nowhere close. I expected better from you, Revy. I’m quite disappointed in you,” tutting at the actions of her opponents. “This proves something, and that’s that you could never step into the shoes of anyone else here. You were never destined to be a success story and the thoughts of a comeback for you-- never existed, all in your crazed and delusional mindset, sweetheart. You’re not smart, you’re not as intelligent as the others, and there’s nothing that makes you...you. You’re just a placeholder.”

Although it was a tough shot to take, Rebecca just smiled, grinning from ear to ear. She’s completely snapped. She’s unfiltered. She doesn’t care anymore.

“You’re just a toy puppet for the others to play around with.”

And that was just the kick between the legs she needed to hit. Rebecca leaned forward, keeping that grin on her face as she got closer to the camera, a bit of a whisper to her tone but loud enough for the camera and even Ryan sitting right beside her to hear.

“Myself and Gwen, we’re prepared for what you two bring and we’ve got our focus set on just you two. I expect this to be hard fought to the very end, but I’ll be damned if I let any of you pull some shit on me. And you, April…”

Directly pointing into the camera.

“Make sure you keep your friend away from that ring, because if she touches it once, I’m not holding back on friendships anymore.”

Rebecca chuckled.

“Then again…” Reaching behind the camera and out of the shot. “...who needs them to begin with?”

And with a flick of a switch, the camera feed soon cuts to black.

Aria Jaxon and Jeff X have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Odyssey Promo #1

Heaven on High

Thwack, Thwack, Thwack

The scene opens to the sounds of an axe splitting wood. As the camera fades in from darkness Gwen Harper comes into focus, an Axe raised high above her head as she swings it down onto a cut log, splitting it in half. She pauses as she notices the camera. Letting the axe rest on the stump as she take out a water bottle and downs half of it. There is a pile of split wood to her right, clearly she has been at this for some time.

No more prisoners. No more lucky get aways. No more will others rise while I am left to wade in the murky waters to nowhere. Bodies will be left in my wake. This was a warning to every woman in the Odyssey locker room. No longer would the most dangerous woman in this place be idle in allowing others to take rank before her, yanno? My skills allow me to take down and kill the largest of prey. Dulce, Alyssa, you were prey I needed to put down. Let's be honest here, you have both already ascended in the OWA, both of you are former champions and honestly, you even vying for the Briefcase just seems wrong. You have been there, you have main evented. It is time to allow someone else to put it all on the line and ascend to the heavens. That someone else is clearly me. Who has more to gain? Who has less to lose? I am tired of being overlooked and undervalued here on Odyssey. I'm tired of scrap wood saving someone's ass. And I realised the only way I could make this happen. To make sure I was the one walking into FD as an Ascension to the Heavens contender was to take matters into my own hands.

You see, I realised I was not going to be handed anything. Which is honestly the way I like it. But everyone likes a bone thrown to them now and again. That wasn’t going to happen. No, the only way people get what they want is to take it. It’s what the Banshee is doing with Goto. Its what Revy did with Niki Khan, it's what Jonetta is doing with Diantha and Llorona. They are taking what they want by force. But I promise yall aint ready for this. I have been biding my time. Well I have decided, that my time is right fucking now.

Gwen leans down and picks up a fresh log before lifting and bringing down the axe once more. The log splits in two, just like those from before.

So what does this mean for the rest of you? This week alone two of you are already in my line of sight. April Song, Revy, AR-15. I am not sure why you need to continue the trend of automatic rifle names but whatever floats your boat, yanno? The two of you have become fast friends over the last couple months. But I feel bad for you, I really do. For a couple reasons too. First off, your whole down with the cause Demo Corps is blowing up at the seams. I mean, first April, you and Llorona all but kill each other over the Women's World Title. You can barely keep your cool in the weeks leading up to the fight. Where you sadly lost April. And now, you have to sit back and watch the woman who beat you defend her title against not only the winner of the clash Diantha Rosso, but against another one of your own Jonetta Stone, who took it upon herself to insert herself into a match with her supposed friend. All the while, sitting in the back row all smiles is your new bestie Revy. Do you get why she is always smiling and never worried, cause she is enjoying the shitshow you all continue to give her.

That aside April, I know you are no push over here. Former Goddesses Champion, Longest reigning Law champion of any kind. You got accomplishments for days, and I am here for it. But I am not your ticket to more. No, you see, your resume, is just what I need to notch under my belt. I am not going to sit back and let you slide past me. I am here not to collect wins but to collect bodies and the body of a former champion is just what I need to make what I am out to accomplish perfectly clear. You see April, before I would have been honored to take you on. I would have said how I hoped we would have an amazing fight and just be happy to be in the match with you. Now I am still happy we are in this match. But I honestly do not want an amazing fight. April you have stepped in the ring with everyone from the worst to legends and back again, but you have never faced The Appalachian Huntress. You have never looked up the barrel of a gun and seen a person willing to end you on the other side. I don’t want a good fight out of you April. I want you on notice. I want you aware that this Mountain Mama is hell bent on using you as a statement. It's not going to be a good fight, no this is your warning. I am coming to stomp you. You walked into my line of sight and without hesitation I am gonna drop you where you stand and claim you as one of my next trophies. I am sure, you are going to have some witty response or callous bullshit to say on the matter. But matter, it won’t. I have my target locked, and you know I don’t miss.

And once I am done claiming her, Revy, I am coming for you. The sister of Mongoose McQueen. You are a prized catch for sure. Now I admit you have not had the run of success worthy of the McQueen name, that is probably part of the reason you don't use it. I mean it was cute, when you would show up at his side, drop a flashbang and ruin everyone's night. But now, now its become your thing. The one thing you can claim to be good at is ruining the night with a flash. Everyone knows Revy, that You were the weak link in that Civil War Match. You had to have your Enemy fired because that was the only way any of your friends had an actual chance of ever being a world champion. And you sit back and you let them use you...as you use them to entertain yourself. Well not matter, they will not be able to help you come Odyssey 60. There was a time Revy where I would have looked forward to testing myself against you. But why bother? Why should I even care that you are in this match, yanno? You thought Niki Khan was bad? She was just the wife of your Brothers tormentor..you were nothing on her radar but a nuisance. But to me. Oh Revy, to me, you're like a ten point buck. Almost worth preserving the face and head to mount you on the wall, but just not enough points to matter. No, you will pad my body count but you will not be one of the prize trophies I keep on display.

Gwen downs another half of her water bottle and then throws it into the back of her pickup. She then takes up an armload of firewood and tosses it in as well. Slowly she starts making her way through the rather large pile.

And before any of you think this way or that. I know I am not coming into this fight alone. Dammit Becks, I don’t know why but we just can’t stay clear of each other. Look, you went and you did your thing and you are strutting into this match as the Goddesses champion. Damn I am actually proud of you for that, Yanno? And no grudges, even though you had to step on and over me to get there. But for both our sakes, I will let the past stay the past. We got to team up this week and well, I got no problem with that. Honestly, after what you did at Civil War, putting some tude in your stride, you came out flying high. I just hope we can keep your shadow at bay for this match. I would hate to have to body down hana before you get too. But if she sticks her nose in our business I will not hesitate to. Speaking of which, Our business only goes till that last bell rings. I have no intentions of beefing with you, but if for some reason you want to egg me on, or you want to try and hold me back by not pulling your weight in this match. Adding the Body of a current champ to my tally, is all fine and dandy for me. Now please, please do not take this as a threat Becks. It's not, it's a promise, you cross me, you try to slow me down, And you will be joining the kill count at my feet.

Honestly, I don’t think the threat was necessary Becks. I have no doubt you want to stamp out these two no more than I do. As long as we win we are in the green. And I can promise you that I have no intention of doing anything other than stamping these two out. You are not being put in front of me Becks as opposition yet so far as I am concerned you're safe.

Gwen continues to load up the pile of her firewood, getting down to the last few pieces. She turns back looking at the stack of unchopped wood and shrugs to herself. Heading over and taking up the axe again.

Now see, normally this is where I would start talking up the hunt. That's what I was all about. The tracking, the waiting, the thrill of the hunt, yanno? But, while that is all good and dandy, I was too focused on it and not what actually matters when you are hunting. What matters, and what I am focused on now, is the shot thats fired. And lining up the next shot if more than one is needed. The skills I have, get me to the shot I want to take. I wanted my opponents to look good, to be treasured when I fought them and because of that..I fell short. Now, now when I have you in my sights, I am not looking for my next treasure, I am looking at my next Kill. I will drop you the most effective way. Through the heart, through the skull it matters not. All that matters now is that if your in my sights you wind up as a body at my feet. No one is safe, no one is exempt. April, Revy, BYOB….bring your own Body Bag. You are stepping across the ring from the Appalachian Huntress, you are in the sights of a true grim reaper. Mark my words, I will rise up and ascend over your bodies. Because you are dead to rights in my line of sight. And If my first shot doesn't kill you…

Gwen reaches down like she is picking up another piece of wood to chop, but this time the camera lifts up and slowly sits on the stump. It's looking upwards at Gwen as she readies the Axe. Gwen winks once at the camera before hefting the axe over her head and slamming it straight down into the camera. The scene ends in a loud crack and static white noise before fading to black.

Aria Jaxon and Jeff X have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Our E-Fed Legacy

(In the headquarters of Shin-SEKAI, Revy in her office, with walls and frames covered in pictures of her friends, is sitting at her desk. In her jeans and “Demo Corp” shirt, Revy has her glasses on as she taps away on her old timey type writer. Revy is focused on her work, and as the camera pans closer to her, we can make out Revy reading what she is writing.)

Revy: “Emanuelle looks around, wondering why everyone else was in their bikinis. How did this happen? What could it be? In what appears to be an arena, constructed to keep them all confined. Emanuelle recognized some familiar faces, Azumi, Banshee, and some new ones. Suddenly, a crack of light enters, basking over all these beautiful, yet terrified women. A door opens as every women gets ready to defend themselves. From the door, she emerges, and a loud and powerful voice comes out…. “Who want some, bitches?”” …. Oh, hey there,

(Revy pushes herself away from the desk and places her glasses down.)

Revy: I didn’t see you all there. See, sometimes when I get bored and have nothing better to do, I write fan fiction and efed, but enough about that. I know why y’all are here. We gotta talk about those two bitches. Gwen Harper and the OWA Goddess Champ, Rebecca Brookes. No, that’s not it. What we really gotta talk about is THOSE two bitches. My friends, Llorona and Jonetta, who both really want that OWA Women’s Championship. I’m sure you all heard the rumors that “Demo Corp” is breaking up or something like that, but I would like to assure you all that “Demo Corp is fine.” Fine! After all, I’m tagging with my homie, April. Llorona is just being sassy, and Jonetta, she got the best thing going for her right now. Like I don’t get why people be hating on Jonetta, but like I said, Demo Corp is FINE! Now that is out of the way, it’s time that we focus on the brand new, AR-15.

BAH DAH DAH DAH!!.. APRIL AND REVY! Now before two broke girls over there start to talk about how they are gonna “beat out asses,” I believe it’s important to say what exactly it is that my bestie, April and I are striving for. And no, Rebecca, we don’t not give a shit about your Goddess championship. So you don’t have to worry about losing to Alyssa Grace because you can’t quite step up into her boots. What we, AR-15 want, are them tag titles. I KNOW! I KNOW! That’s so generic and boring, but wait, don’t unclench your buttholes yet, because that don’t mean you are safe, Becca. In fact, when are you ever safe, when you got that title around your waist. All eyes, aren’t on you, but on that very title, and it brings up the question. Who can you trust? I trust April! April trusts me. And the secret to any good successful tag team isn’t just pairing two top performing wrestlers on the roster and hoping it would be a good pair. It comes down to just how in sync we are. And April and I, we’ve been training the same regime. I’ve done her work out, she has done mine. And every time I drink, she drinks too. When she demands to speak to a manager, You better believe I’m ready to threaten to call corporate! Point being said, April and I, we are like one cohesive unit, and looking at the both of you, Gwen and Rebecca, I’m just not seeing it.

How did this happen? Are you two even friends or just work acquintenances? Like why is this even a thing? Gwen don’t seem like a team player and Rebecca, how you ever gonna try to surpass Alyssa Grace teaming up with her? Like, isn’t that your end game? Or have you already given up on that, because let’s be real, Alyssa Grace is the greatest OWA Goddess Champion of all time. Like with the award show coming up, I voted for her. And if you don’t vote for her, than “Fuck You, shit tits.” But yeah, what is there even to say about it, besides April and I are gonna clap you cracker asses. YEAH, I SAID IT! I DON’T CARE IF IT’S “YOUR WORD.” AR-15 IS HERE TO TAKE OVER AND WE GONNA BE TAKING EVERY THANG! You feel me? No?! Well you will. Oh yeah! I’m ready, I got an elbow for you, and you! I’ll kick your mother fuckin derrierre! Yeah! Hell, I’ll even pull out all your pubic hair! YEAH, I’M TALKING TO YOU GWEN! LOOKING AT YOU, I KNOW YOU AIN’T MAINTAINING! Messy ass looking bish. It’s probably like a bush after being on fire down there. Probably braid that shit too. But I’m serious. I mean it! April and I, we setting our eyes on the tag team championships. And while April is a little disappoint it ain’t the Queens holding them belts, that don’t change nuthin. Blacklist Lives Matter? Man, fuck those whiny ass bitches, starting that shit because they can’t handle losing to Nathan “Bitch-made” Fiora. It’s not like I kept losing and made a…. huh , you know, maybe I do get it?

….. BUT APRIL AND I WANT THE SMOOOKE! And we gonna prove it. We gonna show you all why April and I, we deserve to have the next title show for the OWA Tag Team Championship. I just know we can do it! I CAN FEEL IT DOWN TO MY PLUMS! They’re getting a nice bluish hue. Getting ready to take them to the farmer’s market. I know what you are all thinking! I know what Rebecca, Gwen, and everyone else is gonna say! Revy! There is nothing different! You are the same loser that April has to carry in a match, and I’m here to tell all you fucknuts! This is my comeback! There have been many great comebacks. Like the one Jesus did when he dies and came back a God-Zombie! AR-15 IS THE FUCKIN SECOND COMING! And if any of y’all bitches got a damn problem with that, April and I are gonna take our collective size 18 foots and leave a mother fuckin boot print on your front ass. You feeling me?! Ok? Like, just get out of our god damn way! Because the last bitch that didn’t, I sent her straight to the unemployment line. Just get out of our way. God Damn! These are simple instructions, are y’all too stupid to follow? Am I gonna have to ask Nobi to call you all retards? Keep up with the hype, ladies! Demo Corp already changed one landscape, and April and I, we gonna change the game. The Queens or Blacklist … AIN’T… GOT …. SHIT… ON US!! BLAM! DUN DUN DUN DUUUN… REVY! Peace out!

(Revy flips the bird at the camera walking away, constantly facing the camera before slipping out of the door.)

Aria Jaxon and Jeff X have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Natalie Cage

Destroy Something Beautiful

Natalie Cage sits at her desk, playing around with her combat knife and smiling wide, the first time she’s properly smiled in some time.

Life is good, and it can be better. I was really, really looking forward to Clash of the Titans, you know. Wanted to get that two-time winner accolade under my belt. So, it’s appropriate that Diantha pulled off the double in my absence. But if she really wants to cement her place as the Odyssey GOAT, then she’d better hold onto the title for a decent length of time if she gets it back, because she keeps fumbling the bag at the last moment. Whatever, I’m happy for her. Though had I actually made it into that match…different story. Win number two was mine for the taking and because one dyke bitch with a chip on her shoulder got in my way, I didn’t get the chance. I’ve gotta wait a year now for another shot in the Clash, but I can hurt a lot of people in the interim.

Cloud, your time will come, and I will name my terms when I want to. You’re not the ruler of my domain, you don’t survey my kingdom. Odyssey will be Natalie Cage’s brand for as a long as I live and breathe. You can sabotage me in matches, align yourself with Samantha Garza, do whatever you need to feel safe. When it gets down to brass tax, I’ll be the one to take you out. You call yourself a mercenary, but you won’t even make it past the first line of defence. I’m not like you, I don’t throw my weight around and sit idly by in the meantime. I don’t let my best friend carry me in a tag team either. I get stuck in and do what I do best. Gwen Harper took an L to me and now look at her: boozing her life away and falling further into a depressive state. One of this brand’s brightest young stars and now she’s in a cycle of self-destruction. That’s just the effect I have on people, you see, I break their spirit, or I make them better. I make them feel so much less talented than they actually are and they fall off…or they just become that much better and taste the highest of highs. Fuck knows what’ll happen to you, Cloud. I hope people keep tabs on your mental state after you get pummelled.

Ring rust is a killer so I’m staying active. I could sit on the sidelines and keep myself fresh for Final Destination if I wanted, but where’s the fun in that? Nah, give me the young blood that Odyssey has to offer so I can keep ahead of the curve. I’m not living in the past, coasting on title reigns and Clash wins. I’m learning everything I can about who’s coming into the system and finding out what makes them tick. The current Women’s World Champion? I took her to school and made her my bitch. It was a rite of passage for Llorona to take a Natalie Cage arse kicking and look at how high she’s soared by staying the fuck out of my way.

That brings me to Vanessa Laurent, another name on the page who came to this brand, all bright-eyed and ready to take the world by the balls. What happened there, then? You came in with so much promise, Vanessa, and now you’re doing what exactly? I’m sorry babe but you’ve failed to impress me in your brief tenure. You’ve got all the advantages to be a major player. You’re physically gifted, preternaturally athletic, a blonde bombshell, you’re a franchise player on paper. You’re everything a promoter could want in a top star and you’ve barely made a mark. You never look a gift horse in the mouth in this industry and your Odyssey contract is barely worth the paper it’s printed on. I expected so much more from you. You come into this brand like a house on fire, getting the Openweight title shot and you fail. Then you get the Goddesses Title shot and you fail. You’ve got all these chances and done nothing with them and now you want to syphon off a little bit of that Natalie Cage essence, huh?

Well, syphon away, because you can’t fucking handle it. You haven’t won a match here for what feels like forever. You’ve talked yourself up to be perceived as a contender, but I can see through the veneer. You’ve coasted on your physical gifts for years and the moment you made it to the dance, the world found out you’ve got two left feet. I’ve built a reputation of going up against people I shouldn’t beat. Every rivalry I’ve cultivated here has been with bigger, faster, more skilled foes. I’ve just got a tenacity. I’ve got this overwhelming urge to smash the fuck out of people and it supersedes anything you can throw at me. I’ve got the biggest match of my career to prepare for and you…you’re my sparring partner, Vanessa. You’re being given the chance to make yourself famous, I’m being given a body to run through en route to Final Destination.

I’m not here to dismiss you as a nobody but rather…someone who should be a somebody by now. What’s stopping you? Your lack of effort, your lack of wanting it. I’ve seen people who lack killer instinct and girl, that’s you. If you think you can sleepwalk through a match with me, your face is getting rearranged. You don’t get to put in half-effort with Natalie fucking Cage. If you give me 100% of your effort, you might walk away with your dignity. But even then, you’re not on my level yet. One day, you could be the best. You could look at the next rookie and see an opportunity to sharpen your game. But as it stands, your career trajectory is about to get fucking ruined by a Natalie Cage-shaped atom bomb. This show belongs to me and my sisters, the ones who built this shit and I’m not here to let entitled little wannabes take my turf. I’ve fallen in the past, but only when every force of Heaven and Hell came together to put me down. What can you bring to the table, Vanessa? How much firepower do you possess? Give me something that will convince me you can be a somebody. Because let me tell you, I got fucked out of the Clash and I am feeling an itch to destroy something beautiful. I was ready to take my legacy one step further. I can’t get my hands on the woman who took that from me yet, but I am gonna be doing nothing but picturing Cloud while I bash your brains in.

Enjoy your last few days of peace while you can. After Odyssey, peace will be a luxury even you can’t afford.

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