They always say that war never changes, but I find there is one change that happens throughout war: the sides that warriors fight within.

There are always two major forces within wars, even if there are some allies that decide to forge alliances throughout the tenure of the war, two major sides are made. The Allied Powers standing up against The Central Powers in WWI, The Allied Forces bringing the fight to The Axis Powers within WWII, The Union in opposition to The Confederacy in the namesake of the upcoming FPV event, and now to add into the mix is The Resistance versus The Phantom Troupe. Every war within the history of the world has begun with two great forces pushing against one another, even when those forces could be brother against brother, but there is only one victor within the war that is left standing once the brutality and carnage left in No Man’s Land have dissipated to reveal who that force is left standing. In history, the narrative of the saviors of the world in The Allied Powers were their own victors in both of the World Wars that brought decimation and annihilation to European nations across the entire continent that was wartorn and soaked in blood from effects of the war. The Union Army was treated in the same regard when victory was finally achieved against The Confederacy when peace was achieved after many years of soil being turned into mud from the blood of American brothers who fought for their own personal reasons to go into battle. A different war has been born now and maybe not at the grandiose scale that those mentioned previously have been, but one that will etch its place in history when this Civil War event has been drawn to a close within the brutal structure of War Games. Blood will be shed within the steel structure itself, bodies will be strewn and broken through the atrocities that will be committed on behalf of the banner we fly going into this match, and there will be only one team left standing at the end of this. The war against The Resistance will be brought to an end, but the war The Phantom Troupe has decided to wage will only have marked its beginning with these men who have decided to stand against us to be exhibited to the world as mere martyrs for a sinful cause. Whether they know what they represent to be the corrupt nature of this business that has decided to leave those who have established this business with the blood that has poured from their brow to make their face into a crimson mask for this bloodsport, the broken bones that have been created from the feats of violence and courage attempted to be triumphant against all odds for the business they cherished, and the time devoted to this sport to be taken away from the family and friends who live outside of the wrestling hemisphere to never gain back, you are still the true villains who stand for something vile at the end of the day. Where you stand for this business to continue as it stands now with men like Nathan Fiora or The Derelict competing for what was supposed to be one of the richest prizes in this entire industry, tarnished in the first place by letting the dregs of society of Gareth Cason and Bull Connors stain it with their horrid filth, is a true crime to this industry and The Phantom Troupe is doing what many of you have been scared to do for the sake of your employment in this business by bringing the justice it deserves. Once The Phantom Troupe stands triumphant through the destruction both sides will absolutely inflict upon each other, the mist of doubt and hesitation upon the threat we pose to the current establishment standing in the Omega Wrestling Alliance will be freed from uncertainty and brought to the harsh realization of the truth.

Through the annihilation of what we have built for you to plunder like pirates, salvation will be provided.

Salvation will be provided from the oppressive iron fist that caters to hypocrites and charlatans, Noah Reigner as a precedent to set for what I mean, who decide to create these sanctimonious tirades about their heroism and thirst for vengeance. Yes, I know that you have decided to coin the term retribution for your vengeance because it doesn’t fit into what you believe is a simple narrative I’m preaching to the sheep of the audience, but we both know those are hand-in-hand with each other. However, to boldly lay down the claim that The Phantom Troupe was the first to fire the shot in this war is definitely a lie brought forth to deceive these people in having sympathy for what we had put you through in the past few weeks, but that’s not the truth of the situation at all. In fact, Darkane has even mentioned what has even brought you to The Phantom Troupe’s radar in the first place because you are one of the very same pirates I spoke about that have done nothing but plunder every ounce of gold you can place your greedy hands upon and vanish without a trace after you’ve taken the treasure you sought after. Strong Style Wrestling serves as a perfect example of why you’re nothing but a hypocrite because when I wanted to give a match of prestige and honor, be the legend of class and respect to create a match that would be remembered as one of the greatest classics of the modern era of wrestling we are in today, you decided to spit upon all of that with the blatant disrespect when you bashed my head in with a steel chair along with using the woman you had standing at ringside to your advantage to steal the Puroresu Heavyweight Championship that belonged to me. How honorable was that, Noah? How courageous of a man you were for tarnishing a championship that was created with a legacy of integrity and prestige in mind? How fair and square that championship victory truly was for you to be honored in? That night was where you had won and taken what you wanted, you did everything you did to win by knocking the referee out of the equation and wrapping that chair around my head when you know I had you beat, but I made a promise on that very night to make sure you would pay that blood debt that you owed me and trust me ruining your debut in OWA wasn’t even close to what I had in mind. I told you that very night that I would do whatever it took to win on that night and bringing Darkane as my ace in the hole to ruin your special night was everything I promised, but Civil War will be the same vein where I not only intend to have no limits to the depravity I’ll use to break your body down until you become a husk of your former self but to also remind the world of the vile monster you played a part in awakening through your own heinous actions against me. These crimes are part of the numerous examples that have just been inflicted upon me throughout the years I had spent building and crafting these worlds with my tireless efforts of the disrespect and lack of appreciation of what I had given to this industry, but you dare to pretend to be this valiant champion of virtue who deserves to have this adulation and praise be given unto you from the people who hope to represent once you have conquered the wretched faction of The Phantom Troupe? Don’t even make me laugh. If anyone is as vile and degenerate as you want to paint this faction who tirelessly works to succeed in our mission to restore this industry to the former glory that it should be experiencing with the men who had built everything you take advantage of through the dedication we had to this sport, it would be Noah Reigner. You’re one of the golden idols who are placed upon this pedestal to be left in awe over for no other reason than that you’ve got a little bit of charisma and talent underneath your belt with a resume for gold you’ve stolen from other promotions, but that idol is about to be shattered underneath the boot of The Phantom Troupe like four others. Simply put, you don’t deserve to have the acclaim or glory that comes with triumph like you did at Blood Moon.

You deserve only the punishment to be delivered inside of War Games on behalf of The Phantom Troupe.

I will have to say that there may possibly be one person within your ranks who I could actually consider to be a valiant champion of virtue within the halls of this industry and it would be none other than the current Puroresu Heavyweight Champion of SSW, Nobi. This man is probably the only person that I respect out of the entire group that has been amassed to prevent the rise to dominance and legitimacy in the eyes of the doubters presented before us at Civil War, but I had hoped he wouldn’t have been sucked into the narrative that has been going around that the new generation of talent that has been forged through the sickness of greed and vanity is something that this industry should be absolutely proud of. Don’t get me wrong, I also understand Teddy Mac’s decision to stab you in the back because the truth of the matter is, that was the only way he was going to be able to stand out from being Nobi’s best man and become something of his own. Learning under the tutelage of men such as John Doe, Darkane, Matt Miles, and myself who have a wealth of knowledge from the experience that we have gained through our collective decades in this industry, it will fashion him into a person who will be worthy of forging the new dynasty we are attempting to create from the ashes of the old. I had even hoped to maybe gift you with the same revelations that he had, but it seems your mind has been warped by those around you to believe that the generation of those like Noah Reigner, Arata Asakura, Gareth Cason, and Bull Connors who have bastardized everything that I have stood for in this business is what we should honor and respect. Fuck that. I’m not going to kneel down on my hands and knees that kiss the grounds these children walk on like they are the Second Coming of Christ because management has mandated it so, I’m going to reclaim what they have stolen from me because they aren’t worthy of the gifts we laid out for them to steal for their own purposes in the first place. When I see an injustice that can’t be ignored like the one I have just mentioned, when I see a crime that has been committed to the very soul of this sport, I don’t intend to remain silent about it for long and fight for what I believe is the right cause. You may have believed in your heart that being The White Knight and the current world champion of SSW, that defending the industry against those who would dare to challenge the status quo are villainous in your eyes because their claims sound to be something of bitterness instead of sincerity, but let me tell you that even though you may find yourself to defend its honor… you’re nothing more than another villain who has decided to side with the established order instead of the revolutionaries who are attempting to change the way things are in this business for the greater good for the sport. There is no lingering doubt in the back of my mind of being one of the greatest men to ever stand in this ring with my resume being a testament to that claim, there is no fear that I have at being surpassed by those who are better than me when they are worthy of the title and acclaim of such, the only thing that has brought forth this rebirth in me in the desire to reclaim what has been stripped away from me after years of abuse and disrespect by those who would stand there and tell me they respect me to my face through the people who had decided to shield from me. With that, you have marked yourself a target and placed yourself within the steel structure of torment that The Phantom Troupe will do battle with and because of your choices, you will join the rest of this Resistance in anguish and lament the decision you made.

For even though you may be what you have claimed as a hero among the people, your choice has made you lie with the demons of the sport and force yourself to be met with punishment.

Choices such as these are what have brought forth the rebirth of The Phantom Troupe, unleashed the demon of destruction that has been caged within my very soul, and it is what led Brian Daniels and Baba Yaga to be brutally dealt with for his interference in the cause for the revolution to be realized. Baba Yaga was a representative of the established order who simply marched to the beat that was given unto him, orders descended from on high to be brought down onto him to follow with no hesitation into the pits of oblivion, something that John Doe was able to witness and be forced to snuff him out form the platform he was given from Doe’s benevolence. Brian Daniels is a relic of the past, my past, that has returned to attempt to placate my nostalgic sensibilities from management make me returned to the weak state I was in with all the hope in the world to be the man who could be revered as a hero and the face of an industry that didn’t show that same adoration to me. I had to stomp him out of my life because the truth is something he doesn’t want to confront, but he will have to be forced to believe when he experiences me inside of War Games. Both of these represent different sets of the issues that have been brought upon by the established way things have been done here in OWA, both represent what needs to be repaired in order for us to move forward with the new era that we need to allow the new order to rise like a phoenix out of the ashes, but I don’t have a personal issue with Baba Yaga. He was always someone who I inflicted punishment upon not just because of the way that he had become nothing more than a symbol of what this business stood for, but because it was business that needed to be done in order to put this industry on notice for what they had done. Baba Yaga was simply a martyr that had been established by Doe, a sacrifice needed to bring forth the rebirth of a faction that needed to be summoned to provide the justice this industry craves, but Brian Daniels is one of a personal issue that needs to be resolved. Brian still has the mentality born of a Stockholm syndrome from having it beaten into him that this is not the way things are, there is a respectful and honorable way to respond to the vile nature of the business that we were supposed to uphold and become a shield for, but the truth is that what I’m doing makes perfect sense for the future of the industry. Why has a man like Arata Asakura who was a direct cause for your tenure in Wrestleworld to be ended and prevented the world from seeing the match they all wanted to see for his own selfish pride in being the man to beat you for that championship reap the rewards we gave our entire lives and souls to establish for him through his blatant disrespect? Why have men like Noah Reigner disrespected everything that we stood for in one single moment that we spent years establishing in this industry when we could reclaim what was stolen from us by them? Why continue to have the plethora of blemishes upon the lineage of titles like the Omega Heavyweight Championship in Gareth Cason, Bull Connors, The Derelict, and Nathan Fiora when we could rechristen the championship into a new age of prestige that it had never seen previously? Honor? Integrity? Respect? These weren’t shown to us and I will not show it to them because what you can’t believe is that what you are too blind to see through your veil of justice and trauma, is that the man standing before you is the Jacob Senn you remember from the land of elite.

I’m not the one who has changed myself for the sake of pride or vanity, it’s the industry who has done that for the sake of this spoiled generation that epitomizes it.

Everyone has decided that I have changed because of my own selfish desires, I hate the new generation because of my defeats to them and you know what? I wouldn’t be so bitter about it if it was an honorable defeat. If the losses and the failures I experienced were justified in their own right, but what I’ve dealt with over the past years in an attempt to create something for them only to have my face smeared in the filth for it? It’s become unacceptable. That’s why at Civil War, our mission will be legitimized through your sacrifice.

Punishment through the destruction of the established order, justice in the rebirth of a new age in our image.

I am tired… I am tired of all of this bullshit. More months now - FUCKING MONTHS - The Ashes of the Wake have been non-fucking-stop. They have done whatever they could do get under my skin. They have done whatever they could do make sure that they get the better of me. And they have done whatever they could to attempt to make Wolvesden look like the laughing stock of the industry. But, but that’s where they have failed. That’s where they have failed miserably. You see, no matter what Maverick or Jacob Knight or Havoc, no matter what they have done to me as an individual, they have NOT been able to do a fucking thing to Wolvesden collectively. Does that mean that I am nothing without Brother Kenny by my side? No. Does that mean Kenny is nothing without me by his side? Fuck no. That just means that together? Together Kenny and I are unstoppable. When I look at The Ashes… all I see is a bunch of wannabe Wolvesden members. Every little thing they do, they do in an attempt to be exactly like Wolvesden. They want to be known around the entire world. They want to be… FEARED. Unfortunately for them, they haven’t done a goddamn thing except make the majority of the Kingdom roster want to rip their fucking heads off. And that’s exactly what we get to do this weekend. This ends this weekend. All of it. All of the bullshit. All of the shots that have been fired. All of the bullshit words that The Ashes have spewed out of their fucking suck holes. ALL OF IT. ENDS. The Great War will commence this weekend. And what a fucking weekend it’s going to be, eh boys?
 
Could Kenny and I do this alone? Could Kenny and I go into this Great War, just the two of us, up against Shin-SEKAI, The Ashes, and… our General Manager Reggie? You bet your ass we could. Kenny and I have been through worst together than going up against these rejects, but would it be a smart move? I guess not. I’ve never claimed to be the smartest man in the world. So that’s where The Frontline comes in. An ensemble of men who I have the pleasure of going into war with. A group of men who… for a lack of better terms… probably all hate my fucking guts. Every single one of them. I mean, I haven’t been the “nicest” to them in recent months. I may have taken a certain championship belt away from Arata. I may have beaten Ryo within an inch of his life. But, hey - shit happens, right? No need to make excuses for my actions, I did what I had to do. But all of that? All of what has happened in recent months leading up to this, it all needs to temporarily be put on the back burner. We will come back to all of that shit latter, but  first we have a group of assholes to EXTERMINATE.
 
You see, when Scott Oasis announced that Kenny and I would be teaming with The Frontline, I thought it was an absolute no-brainer. The Frontline has been doing whatever they could do defend the Kingdom brand, the brand that they love. The brand that they will obviously die for. Wolvesden and Frontline have been doing whatever we could for months now to put an end to The Ashes of the Wake. But, they knew damn well that they couldn’t do it on their own. They decided to suck up to Moongoose and his Shin-SEKAI fuck boys. Really? REALLY?! Do you guys honestly believe that Moongoose and company are going to save you all from what is going to happen? No, honestly. Let’s be honest here. Moongoose doesn’t give a fuck about The Ashes. Goose doesn’t give a fuck what happens to any of you this weekend. Moongoose only truly cares about one thing and one thing only… and that is Goose himself. I mean, you guys are so goddamn giddy that you have him on your side, when the only time - THE ONLY TIME - that Moongoose has even been a tad bit relevant was when he somehow beat Kenny for the World title. Am I wrong?! Fuck no, because look at where Goose has been since then. No where near where he was. And unfortunately for him, he will only continue to go down the tubes. But unfortunately for us, we will continue to hear him gloat about beating Kenny for years to come. Or he could just do himself a favor and continue playing these fucking games that he enjoys ever so much. That might be the best for him.
 
Reggie… what’s happened to you? What in the fuck has happened to you?! You’ve gone a bit soft ever since becoming the General Manager. Afraid of what’s going to happen to you this weekend? Afraid of what you may see?! The blood. The guys. The cries for help from your pathetic teammates. The ungodly screams that will be forever be etched in everyone’s minds. Is that what you’re afraid of, Reggie? That’s not the Reginald Dampshaw that I remember when I went to bat for you all of those years ago. The Reggie that I remember was someone who would do whatever it took to get the job done regardless of the outcome. Regardless of how hurt he got. Regardless of how much blood had to be spilled. The Reggie that I remember, had a bit of ruthlessness in him. But now? Now you are nothing but a corporate bitch. I know you don’t want to be in this match. I know that Scott Oasis threw you into this match just because The Ashes and Shin-SEKAI needed a final partner. And for that I feel bad for you. But, if you think about it, Reggie… I mean REALLY think about it… all of this? All of this bullshit that has been going on for the past six months… has been your fault. You are the reason why the Kingdom brand - the brand that you RUN - has been divided for so long, thus you are the reason why this has all come down to this Great War, Reggie. So, this weekend when you enter the arena and stare death in its face, the only person you can thank for all of this… is yourself.
 
It’s kind of unfortunate that all of this has to end this way. If The Ashes just stayed in their lane and kept their fucking mouths shut all of this wouldn’t have to happen. If Goose and this lackies knew their place and didn’t get involved with shit that had absolutely nothing to do with them, then all of this wouldn’t have to happen. But unfortunately for them, it has to. And it’s going to. No more games. No more magic tricks. No more running away. No more playing hide and seek. No more being little fucking bitches. It’s time to put your big boy panties on and man the fuck up. I know damn well that Kenny and I are ready. I know for fucking certain that Jeff and The Frontline are ready and can’t fucking wait to rip all of you limb from limb. But the question remains, boys… are you ready?! Are you ready for what is in store for all of you?! The CHAOS. The CARNAGE. I don't think any of you will ever - EVER - be prepared for what is in store for all of you. Fuck. I don't think the audience watching will be prepared for the fucking murders Wolvesden and The Frontline are going to commit on live television.


But all of that? All of that doesn't fucking matter. Do you honestly believe that I care if they're prepared? Nah. The only thing that I truly care about... is watching you all bleed...


Wolves...

I’ve never been one for articulate, planned out statements or speaking in Instagram caption level quotes so allow me to do you all a favor and skip the usual team match cliches about how it’s “time for War” and all that jazz. If you want me to give you some kind of intro for the situation that’s ahead I’m just going to state it plainly: bitches are going to be dying this Saturday. 

It’s Civil War week, the battle lines have been set for months now, and all of this building tension on Odyssey is not gonna go to waste; the lid of the pressure cooker is popping off and the explosion set to take place will see the outdated pillars of our brand come CRUMBLING down! Back in October me and three other fed up women came together and took a stand. We grabbed the entire wrestling world by the throat, forced its eyes wide open in front of that television set and made it pay attention to every word that we had to say! The Demolition Corps were born and the united front behind it has been in your face, breathing down the neck of our peers, and making big moves since the moment it started up! Now, I know a lot of you out there called this alliance of ours random! You thought we were an unlikely, mismatched group with no real similarities or chemistry. And to be truthful, if you’re judging off of the surface then yes, we’re a contrasting bunch for sure. But peel back that cover and read the book, why don’t you? If you’ve actually followed our story then you’ll know what we’re really about. You’re well aware that we’re more consistent than our opps could ever dream of being after YEARS of trying to conjure up some synergy for themselves.

We might dress differently, we might talk differently, we might use different in-ring styles or carry ourselves a certain way, but we’re uniform when it comes to our mentalities. At the end of the day we share the same intentions for why we’re in this business. We have a vision for ourselves, a vision for this brand, and we’re willing to take action to have it come to fruition. We’re four bad women bound by a cause to see people like us succeed. The TRUE Alphas of this place! The rising killers in the scene who are doing more dirt and putting up far better numbers than those wash ups sitting on their asses at the top of the food chain! Between me, Jonetta, Revy, April, there’s a good decade in total of us being marked as the good hands of this business -- the women who are holding it down in the midcard, acting as the glue that keeps everything together without thanks. So much time has been invested on our end into doing as we’re told for our so-called “superiors”. Hundreds of matches in total, with each of busting our asses in every job that’s been given to us, doing the work that actually keeps the lights on in these high profile organizations from LAW to OWA and so on. 

Our entire existence in the mainstream has involved us practically printing money for everyone else. With all we’ve done for Odyssey alone we’ve damn near put food on the plates of an army of families and put kids through college ourselves. We knock it out of the park to the benefit of our peers and every time we do what we’re supposed to do we end up getting dubbed when trying to receive our proper payment. Our reward has never been a place in the headlines with the media favorites, or a title shot that doesn’t come with four other opponents or fifty qualifiers. We do so much for those rated above us to the point that we’re clearly more of an asset than them at the actual wrestling part of the job, yet an opportunity to join them in this inner circle has never been given to us. I could speak with Jonetta, I could call Revy or April, and without fail all of them would make mention of the same pattern I’ve experienced: you put your capabilities on display, you impress everyone, and then you end up being told that you’ll have next eventually. 

But that next big leap for you never comes, you just keep chugging along in purgatory like a happy little worker ant, playing blind to the clear bullshit being shoveled on top of you. The Demo Corps’ path to this point has had us fighting through a slew of false promises and stalling being thrown our way from a broken culture. A piss poor culture that would rather treat those who are CERTIFIED and REAL like a bunch of suckers and prop up the legends who’s only positive is the fact they set up shop on the turf first.

All of the praise for Dulce, Natalia, Diantha, and even Niki Khan with all of the clout tokens she saved up from being the woman who layed up under Kenny  -- that’s the cult like idolization of kingpins who are grandfathered into their positions, positions they are now no longer to fit maintain but are kept in simply because of some respect that the streets see as a given for them. The Demo Corps have been getting passed over for their due and left to fight over scraps kicked down our way from the very night we’ve arrived. All of us have been toiling away in the second tier, only getting top level shine when we STRONG ARM our way into view. Every little bit of attention, clout or accolades won in our camp had to be earned through hard work and conviction. We put our ALL into our reputations in this craft. Our credibility is built out of blood, sweat and tears, the foundation placed on dozens of broken limbs and thrown out morals. We give more than anyone else in that locker room to keep up our stature and we’re STILL in the gutter compared to those other girls. All the while we’re representing what this industry should be about in a way nobody else can. We’re what OWA set out to find! Fresh blood to bring life to the sport! People who will kick ass, take no names and put the action between those ropes over EVERYTHING else. We aren’t characters, we aren’t memes, we aren’t goody two shoes TV tropes, we’re athletes, we’re fighters, we’re REVOLUTIONARIES! And after all of this time of being put on the backburner, it’s time to set fire to a brand that’s been stuck on the same song and dance for almost two years now, and cycle in what OWA greatly needs. A new direction. Better leaders!

The Demo Corp’s objective has been simple: if the torch won’t be passed over to us out of merit and fairness, then we’ll do what we have to do and destroy every remnant of those ahead of us so that there’s nobody left to carry on the flame but us! We’re assassinating the HBICs and claiming the turf as our own. These past few episodes of Odyssey, the beatings we’ve given out…..they’ve been love taps. They were us going in light, hoping to intimidate you guys to back down and hopefully do you the favor of there being no mess. You Wolvesden girls were too dumb and stubborn for that, though. You want to go kicking and screaming if you’re going to go from your throne. Alrighty then, we’ll fulfill your request. Lethal Lockdown takes me back. Two sides each banging for their set, meeting up to end the conflict. A good ol’ fashioned no holds barred rumble between two gangs who want the same thing. Money, respect, power. I’ve been through this ordeal so many times before, with men far weaker on my side and opponents far stronger than you lot against me. All of their bodies are stacked up behind me as I stand here to this day, undefeated in every one of those missions.

You ladies want to play internet gangster and act all tough in promos and the lead up to this match, but you know you’re inside shaking as you think about that cage door coming closer and closer to closing. From then it's a fight for your legacies, your relevance and your lives. It’s do or die and you’re up against a team who laughs at death, who embraces death, who causes death to anyone who goes far enough to cross them! You’ll be locked in with us with no escape, exactly like how we wanted! This wasn’t some spontaneous act like you four coming together to desperately defend against your shove off the grandstage, this is months of plotting culminating in a single night. This Lockdown match is you doing exactly what we wanted you to do; you’ve lined yourselves up for us to hit a lick as we get to walk away with all of your places at the table.

Everyone is doing sensational topics about how The Demo Corps are in a cage with you four, saying how much of a test it will be...pfft…..with all of our preparations this will be a routine night. We get to clear out every adversary we have in one shot; this Wolvesden girl-power reboot was like you expediting the process for us! You’re in our game and you’ve been making all the wrong moves! We have you in the palms of our hands and after last Saturday with that stupid ass attacks on our homebases, you’ve riled up the people who have your fates in a vulnerable position. All you’ve done has made it worse on yourselves. The hand of the Demo Corps is coming around you and it will squeeze every last ounce of life out of you with no remorse, no care and no chance for you to put up a fight. There’s no need for me to speak on you individually because you’re all the same. Overhyped. Average. Fraudulent. And tired. The Wolvesden is uniform in the sense that all of you are poster girls who fail to represent the organization they claim to be the faces of. A group of women who have fell off or aren't even that good in the first place if you’re Niki, who don’t get to call themselves GOATs because of how far they’ve climbed...but by how deep they’ve been shoved down the throats of the audience. Civil War is the night Odyssey spits out the bile, clears its throat and refreshes itself with its first taste of legitimacy in almost two seasons. We are going to EXTERMINATE these parasites from our landscape and make anyone who settled for their mediocrity grovel at our feet.

I’m sure this reunion had some of you excited, but the party is over folks. The date for destruction has been set in stone and on the 6th that Wolvesden shall be getting steamrolled by The Demo Corps….with a permanent monument of us set to take their place.

 
The camera opens up inside a dark sound stage, the ground covered with artificial fog, littered with five tombstones that appear real, but are likely fake based on the current location. The camera pans over to the first tombstone, which has the name “Selene” displayed on it. The camera then pans over to the next one, which states “Rebecca Brookes,” then onto the third, showing “Hana Nakajima,” the forth one stating “Gwen Harper,” before finally focusing on the final, and largest one yet: “Alyssa Grace, the Former Goddesses Champion.” As the camera zooms out, Morrighan McDonnell appears to “float up” from the ground itself. She is holding a film slate in her hand, which reads “Civil War, Take One.” She clicks the slate before tossing it aside, looking directly into the camera.
 
“Even modern film buffs may not be familiar with this place, but Trilith Studios, formerly known as Pinewood Atlanta Studios, has been used to film a lot of recent colossal blockbusters for both television and cinema… particularly films set in the Marvel Cinematic Universe… Films like Black Panther… Avengers: Infinity War… Avengers: Endgame… Spider-Man: Homecoming… even upcoming shows like WandaVision have received the royal treatment here, so to speak… But there’s one movie that was filmed here which we thought holds a special significance for this weekend… Captain America: Civil War. In the eyes of studio executives, in an almost-twisted way… it’s the most “successful Civil War” that’s ever occurred on American soil… but Georgia is also known for its many historic sites that served as some of the bloodiest battlefields ever fought during the American Civil War, from the Battle of Picket’s Mill to the Battle of Chickamauga, which was… perhaps appropriately… one of the bloodiest battles ever fought in the United States… But come this weekend, that distinction will belong to the OWA Civil War… specifically, the six-woman ladder match for the Goddesses Championship!”
 
“We’re not simply “promising” that everyone will bleed profusely… we GUARANTEE it! Parents should put their children to bed early, because if this match was released in theatres as a feature film… it would be well-beyond a “R” rating from the MPAA… But if this was a movie, than who is the director here? Viola DeMarco? Not likely, since she can barely hold it together as a GM and producer of content on Odyssey... and if she’s learned anything these last few months… it’s to not get involved in our affairs, lest she desires to meet the fate of those who are already gone... lost forever in the annals of OWA history as fools who dared to oppose the Banshee… No, there’s only one director here, and it’s us… We’re calling the shots that night… At Civil War, our story will finally be told... It’s a story that may already have a spoiled ending, as we’ve already stated that we are the ones leaving Atlanta that night with the Goddesses Championship… but the story itself will serve as a cautionary tale for others… especially those foolish enough to challenge the Banshee for one of the greatest prizes in wrestling!”
 
Morrighan walks over to the tombstone that reads “Gwen Harper,” staring down at it for a few moments before easily kicking it into pieces, the fake plastic shards shattering everywhere.
 
“Gwen Harper… you sound so much like a broken record whenever you do interviews on the radio, often repeating everything you said several times before… You claim that the Banshee isn’t “deserving” of a title shot, that it should’ve been only you against Alyssa… But the matter of “who deserves it more” should no longer concern anyone, because… as we’ve also stated… it won’t change the final outcome of the match itself… If Viola wants to add one, two… hell, even eight or ten more bodies, the result will remain the same: The Banshee will climb over a mountain of bodies… ascending the ladder to finally claim the Goddesses Championship belt… validating everything that we’ve stated over the last several months… It’s no use crying over spilled milk… especially when our victory will be even sweeter than the wine normally reserved for the gods themselves!”
 
“By the way, nice little word association game you played with those no-name DJs that used you to fill a five minute time slot because more talented individuals weren’t available… or smartly refused… but you claim that we’re “not winning?” Not winning what, exactly? The match? The championship? Or perhaps the war itself? You’re wrong on all accounts, of course, but we advise you not to overlook those you profess to the world are your “friends.” We’re not overlooking anyone in this match… In our eyes, all five of you bitches equally holds the chance to snatch the belt away at any given moment in the match, so in order to counter those possibilities… WE WILL ELIMINATE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU… and rest assured, those aren’t merely “words” spoken to intimidate you… no, it’s the very plot itself of what will ultimately culminate in a “Hollywood” moment for us… There will be no close calls, no one slugging it out on the top of the ladder while everyone else lays about, too hurt and broken to raise up themselves… there will be only pain and punishment… brace yourself for disappointment, because you know how the story ends... and despite anything that you or the others attempt… there will be no rewrites… No “happily ever after” exists in your immediate future, so learn to accept your fate now... so that way, you can avoid the heartbreak and sorrow afterwards…”
 
“Gwen likes to claim that she’s the ultimate hunter, but fails to realize many things in this match: we can't be considered “strongest prey” that exists in nature… for we are prey to no one, but it goes beyond that... the Banshee is a creature that DEFIES NATURE ITSELF! Furthermore, you keep confusing yourself whenever you use the terms “hunter” and “prey,” because you believe yourself to be such an expert and badass hunter from the Appalachian hills or whatever… You’re nothing but a fool, though… for the Banshee has been "hunting" you this entire time, even if you’re too stupid and arrogant enough to realize this… but you’ll learn soon enough… you never had us “locked” in your sights at all… You’re nothing but a mosquito, thinking that the “taste of blood” is enough to fill your empty head with false confidence that you’re some deadly predator… but like any pests, you are further down the food chain when faced against those that would feast upon your entire corpse… are you prepared, mosquito, to take on a spider?”
 
“Gwen asked Hana Nakajima to “resort to dirty tactics” like the Banshee… but ask yourself this: when have we ever stooped to such levels of desperation? No need to research it, since the answer is easy and obvious: NEVER… You cannot begin to even understand the Banshee’s mindset, but our tactics are simple enough: eviscerate, decimate, and obliviate those who stand in our way… However, when it comes to the Goddesses Championship… we are more than willing to make an exception… even if we’d have to... a make deal with the devil itself”
 
Morrighan walks over to Selene’s tombstone, looking at it momentarily before chuckling to herself. She lightly blows air with her mouth towards it. Suddenly, the tombstone flies away as if hit by a large gale, even though Morrighan was standing several feet away from it. Morrighan then studies the grave of Hana Nakajima before smashing it with a quick knee strike.
 
“Hana, we noticed that Gwen has forgone intimidation in lieu of a sisterly “pep talk,” trying to encourage you to “stoop” to our level… but if you honestly believe she’s trying to offer you friendly encouragement, than you’re an even bigger fool than we initially thought… You honestly have no hope of meeting us “at our level,” because we are far beyond any of you at EVERY LEVEL! But are we possibly underestimating you, even at a subconscious level? Not at all… we are fully prepared to treat you as being just as dangerous of a threat to our victory as everyone else involved in this match-up… with the exception of Selene, of course, because she’s literally become a walking punchline at this point... one who will be lucky to even make it inside the ring before we smash her fucking skull into the ground with authority!" 

"Hana, you will not be thought off as any less of a player here in this production… Being involved in this match in an official capacity guaranteed you a chance at being top-billed… but like an “extra” vying to win an Oscar, your actual “odds” of claiming victory over the Banshee are nearly non-existent… which are the very same odds that your opponents also have, including the amazing Alyssa Grace, so please do not perceive it as an insult… it’s simply a factual and inevitable truth… Your time may come one day… but it will never come at the expense of a monster prepared to do the absolute worst to you…”
 
Morrighan walks over to the tombstone labeled “Rebecca Brookes,” kneeling down to closely inspect for a moment before punching it into pieces, breaking it as she has broken all the other ones before.
 
“Rebecca Brookes, you took some impressive steps to stand out ever since you joined Odyssey, but your desire to be accepted and loved by all will only lead to utter despair… take it from our own experiences… We tried to go that route initially, but it lead us only to isolation and torment… However, you probably don’t have the privilege of being host to “other passengers” within the deepest, darkest recesses of your mind and soul… After all, you have prided yourself on being the “Californian Angel,” only to consistently disappoint your beloved hometown of Anaheim… But who do you blame, if not yourself? Perhaps it’s the weaknesses around you that limit your potential, yet acting in the guise that they only have your “best interests” at heart… Should you desire to succeed in this business, the first thing you should do is eliminate those who actually limit you, using the false notions that they actually “support” you… because they don't support you... no, they envy you… 

"Rebecca, you fought us before, and fell to us despite your tenacity… Now you cross paths with us once again, thinking to yourself that you don’t actually “need” to go through us in order to climb a ladder and grab the belt… But that would be a false notion indeed, because we fully expect you to equally pose the same threat as most others do in this match… so expect to suffer as they will suffer… Brace yourself for torture and suffering on biblical scales… for what we will do unto all of you will be acts so unspeakably evil that they would make the devil blush… Rebecca, do we think you could outlast the others in this match? Absolutely… we’ve stated that before… But there’s nothing for you to romanticize about this fight amongst us… It will get bloody, brutal, and ugly before it ends for you… No chance for re-edits… no standing ovation… the only “success” you will find at the end of our “masterpiece” will simply be one thing: YOUR… VERY… SURVIVAL!”
 
Morrighan finally strolls over to the largest tombstone (though still fake) belonging to “Alyssa Grace.” However, instead of smashing it to pieces like the others, Morrighan instead caresses it a bit, as if petting a dog. She does this for a moment, then looks back to the camera.
 
“Alyssa Grace, there’s something that maybe has been lost a bit in all this, but we truly do like you… You remind us of Lucille, a stray puppy we secretly took in during our younger days living in an orphanage… This is not meant as an insult, but instead one of the highest compliments we can offer… Lucille, like you, was fiercely strong and very independent, never relying on others for food or shelter. Even when we “adopted” her to fill the role of being our only friend, she usually scurried off in search of food, and often slept outside the orphanage gates, a great instinct that allowed her to evade detection from those fat and disgusting God-loving “penguins” for several months… Until one day, she considered herself above us, the only being to ever give her attention, as she vied to gain the love of the other, less-deserving orphans… Taking away the qualities that once made her unique and endearing to us… In order to "preserve" her role in our tale, she had to… disappear forever… So, in the end, we led her to the wooden shack that housed all the garden tools used by the groundskeeper, lured there with a juicy roast we took from the nun’s quarters that very night… As Lucille predictably gorged herself, we felt the tears welling in our eyes… we knew what had to be done… We slowly stroked her head, Lucille not offering us any attention in return, too engaged in greed to notice the grief swelling up in what was her only true friend on the planet… The next few moments are still hazy to us... but we mercilessly “euthanized” Lucille, thus granting her an “immortal” role in our history to last for all time… lying there with a broken neck, her eyes full of surprise and betrayal…”
 
“Alyssa, we were but a child then… not yet adjusted to how so much darkness and evil pervades this world… But things are quite different now… For months, we witnessed someone we idolized betray us by “welcoming” those not worthy of the Goddesses Championship to compete for it, ignoring our own trials and tribulations in the process… just like Lucille… Instead of returning the same respect and admiration we first gave to you… you choose to “gorge” yourself on your own legacy… but now you feel that same “legacy” caught in your throat… slowly choking yourself to death, unaware of this self-inflicted suffering that you’ll fail to realize once it’s too late to stop… because it’s already the end for you… and like Lucille, those whom you welcomed with open arms will not save you from your fated end by our hands…”
 
“You are the one with the most to lose, so in a way, that should make you the most dangerous… but like Lucille, you failed when estimating just how far we’re willing to go in order to ensure this cinematic story of ours tells the ending we’ve prophesized for months… But when we snapped Lucille’s neck, there will some feelings of conflict and doubt… Those such feelings no longer exist within us… The Banshee has no doubts about writing this bloody narrative... one featuring you and those four other equally-unlucky performers that are about to share the stage with the Wraith of the Ring… We are not at all conflicted over the torture and calamity that you shall experience before darkness finally overcomes you… But in the end, the hope is that… like Lucille… you’ll see this story for what it really is: a final act of mercy, one that will “immortalize” your role in our narrative for eons to come… Songs will be sung… tales will be told… You shall become a part of something much more grand than yourself… The Lament of the Banshee shall fill the ears of all who witness the grand conclusion to our tale of torment… For we’re the misunderstood hero in this story… the odds are against us, but from the beginning… that’s always how we preferred it… So get ready ladies, because at Civil War… once that bell rings… it’ll be LIGHTS… CAMERA… ACTION!!!”
 
Morrighan finally lets out a large shriek, which causes Alyssa’s “tombstone” to explode into thousands of tiny pieces. The low, dark lights which only illuminated the various “graves” and Morrighan herself, suddenly go out, casting the sound stage in total darkness. A few moments later, those same lights blink back on, though they now shine a malevolent-red light, barely casting as much light as before. In Morrighan’s place crouches the Banshee, who looks right into the camera as it cautiously zooms closer to its twisted face.
 
“Alyssa… Gwen… Rebecca… Hana… Selene… you... have… never… fought... against… a creature… made... out... of... pure... malice… and... unbridled… hatred… Your... arrogance… misguided... senses... of… ownership… have... all... led... to... this…. Justice... shall... be... delivered… not... only... for Morrighan… but… for… me… My... screams… will... lead… to... your… doom… Our... deal… with... the... devil… has... been... signed… Your... souls… may... belong… to... the... Lord... of... Darkness… but... your... miserable… bodies… at... Civil... War… will... belong… to… ME!!!! WAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
 
The Banshee lets out a series of soul-breaking shrieks, each louder and colder than the next, as the camera violently shakes back and forth, the red lights blinking off and on so fast that they create an almost “strobe-like” effect. The screen then cuts to black, with some text appearing on the screen, written in a red-colored, decorative font meant to give the illusion of being written in blood, being read out-loud by the Banshee’s voice:
 
 
 The screen then cuts to black, as only silence is heard before the feed finally ends.

(Elijah is with his team/his crew/his pit crew. They are working on him. Helping him maintain his body. He’s hungry. He wants a bit of a sugar rush because he has a sweet tooth. But you would have never guessed that judging by his perfect teeth. One team member is opening a bag of skittles. Another is separating the green colored ones into a bowl while another member is feeding The Snazzy One those green skittles. Don’t worry, they are all wearing face masks and gloves because being the role model he is, Elijah takes the pandemic very serial. He smacks with each bite. He doesn’t look as happy as usual. He puts the bowl down and stops chewing.)

"Siiiiiiiiiiigh. I sighed. I say sigh when I sigh. What a sigh it was. Like a lion’s roar! But I ain’t no king of the jungle, baby. Just the king of a wrestling company instead. But that sigh, lezzzz talk ‘bout it. It wasn’t a subtle one to garner attention. I hate attention. We all know this. I live a very lowkey lifestyle. Hiding from the public eye. I never make things about me. Just not who I am. Not how I’m programmed. Too shy to make a big fuss about myself. Like ugh, I’m on camera again! I hate it! All eyes on me? Yuck, it’s the worst! So yeah, that sigh? It was about my opponents. After taking a step back and thinking things through, I messed up. Mhm, that’s right. I’m a big enough man to admit when I’m wrong. Actually, this is the first mistake I’ve ever made in my life. How wild is that? As I said, I made a fatal mistake! It became evident to me after just this morning when I couldn’t stare at myself in the mirror...for more than twenty-seven minutes. Usually, on a good day? I look at myself for one hour and forty-five minutes. With blinking allowed every ten minutes. Could go two hours plus, but that’s just crazy haha. It’s a routine. And I like my routines. I like sticking to them. But I’ve been off today. My routine was interrupted. Not feeling like my normal peachy self. It’s because I realize after some self-evaluation I’ve been a jerk. And perhaps I should be returned to the jerk store. You see, I’ve become more understanding since the last time I spoke. I’m a changed man. A changed man for the better. A totally different person from a few days ago and that’s toats legit. The biggest change is I no longer just think about myself. I think about those around me and how they must feel given certain situations. I take off my Gucci flops and put myself in their beat-up New Balance velcro wide shoes. I see their perspective. Vanessa, Eon...they have a tough job this week. It’s not just about facing me in that ring. Even beating me. An impossible task, might I add. But what can I say? Dogs love chasing their tales. Going in circles they go. But I realize they’ve been put in a difficult position. It sucks, doesn’t it, Eon and Vanessa? Having to concoct all these outlandish claims in this stew of spilled milk you’ve been crying rivers over this week...saying all these negative and hurtful things about me when we all know that deep down you don’t mean what you say. You would love nothing more than to sing my praises. To do my bragging for me. Talk about how great I am and how much I mean to the sport of professional wrestling and how I’m a shot in the arm that OWA desperately needed and how I’m this hotshot once in a generation type talent and how smooth I am with my words and how proven I am with my actions and how you never want me to retire because then your life will come to a screeching halt and in your heart of hearts you firmly believe I should be Openweight Champion because I’m the most deserving and that you two are fighting over who gets pinned by me because it’s an honor and how I should have my own cereal and have my face on it just like how you think I should be on the cover of the next OWA video game and how much it’s a pleasure to have my words and attention directed towards you, lil ol’ you of all people...ugh. But since you are my opponents, you are forced to make these rude remarks about me. I see the hurt in your eyes as you hurl insult after insult. But it’s okay. Keep ‘em coming. Keep the bullets firing my way ‘cause I be dodging ‘em like my name is Peter LaFleur, with my thick skin and my toughness! But also because I’m not taking anything you say about me to heart because I, like every other human being on this planet don’t value your opinions to begin with. Any other week, you two would just be background noise. Which is where you guys normally are, the background. But with me? It’s different. ‘Cause I’m built different! Being in a match with moi? You’re front and center. Directly under the spotlight. That’s where I thrive baby. That’s where I dominate and that’s where you will succumb to such pressure. Pressure creates diamonds and I’m for sure a diamond. I’m all sparkly and valuable while you two remain as chunks of coal. Sucks to suck.”

“I just wanted to say that if I can’t become the next Openweight Champion, I would want it to be you, Vanessa. You and I, we have a bond. A bond stronger than a strap with three gold plates on it. And I know that no matter what happens in that ring this weekend at Civil War, we’ll be okay. That our deep friendship will be left intact. And that is why we should team up this week. ‘Cause I’m a team player after all. Kinda in this big deal tag team here in OWA, it’s cool. So what do you say? Hmm? Still, having some doubts? Look, my partner, Shea can confirm that I’m as trustworthy as it gets. He knows I would take a bullet for him. No, nine. Eight bullets. ‘Cause I’m a cat. A cool cat with nine lives! You can trust me. You can tell me all your secrets and I won’t say shhhhit! How do you know? Well, for one I’m authentic. I have high character. I consistently have positive behavior. I am humble. And I will make myself available, no matter the time of day. Think about it because like, c’mon, do we really want this to be a triple threat? Ew, right? Makes me want to vom. Or would you rather it be a singles match against me? Meaning mathematically, it increases your odds of walking away with the title. Let’s face it, Eon doesn’t deserve to be in this match anyway. You know it, I know it. Hell, even Eon knows it. He’s just along for the ride. And I say we push him out. Just something to think about. Food for thought. Speaking of food, could I interest you in some organic and gluten-free green skittles? Hmmm? No? Okay, you silly goose. ‘Cause, that’s what you are, Vanessa, a silly goose. But you’re my silly goose. You’re my friend. A near and dear one. A book should be made about it. Lady & The Hamp. OMG see? It’s meant to be. But...yes, but, I’ll tell you right here and now, we won’t be recreating that spaghetti noodle scene. No. Hate to break your heart just then. ‘Cause, you have a big heart, after all. A heart of gold, aka the thing buried underneath all that silicone. But to answer your question of if I’m doing okay, I’m survivin’. Was drinkin’ earlier now I’m drivin’. But not really. I’m a role model and would never get behind the wheel intoxicated. Say no to drugs kids. Stay in school too. Like I said, role model. But like, you came out of left field with some of that hogwash you sprayed into the camera. Calling me an airhead? Wtf I feel so blindsided call me Sandra Bullock. But don’t actually. That would be weird. It would make me uncomfortable. Even more uncomfortable, that is. I don’t get you. “Ha yeah ‘cause like I said, you’re an airhead.” Something along those lines, that is. Critiquing me and such. What’s you’re fuckin problem dude? Hmmm? I’ve shown you nothing but love and support. Saying my video was utter fuckery. You didn’t mean it. You didn’t say it wit yo chest. But thanks. What I learned from you is you’re confident in winning. Wrestler confident, more at 7. Back to you in the studio. Like yeah, I’m confident too. With good reason, too! Let’s just say that I have a foolproof plan heading into this match. A game plan that will go rather swimmingly. What is it? I couldn’t possibly reveal such information while the enemies are listening! You know what? I’ll actually tell you. I’m that fuckin confident. So what’s my master plan hmmmmm? What’s up my sleeve hmmmmm? I’ll tell you. It’s to win! I’m going to win.”

“I just wanted to say that if I can’t become the next Openweight Champion, I would want it to be you, Eon. Like I’ve said over and over again, you’re talented. You may be a little rough around the edges, but you have some tools to one day be aight. I respect you, Eon. I know, I know...that means the world to you. And what I respect most about you is that even though you are the clear runt of The Awakening litter, you don’t let it define you. When people constantly call you Fiora’s baby back bitch errand boy, you don’t let it bother you. When Noah and Mark have a champion’s only meeting, which clearly means you aren’t invited, you don’t let it bother you. When you are booked for a match you clearly won’t be winning, per usual when it comes to you in just about any match, you don’t let it bother you. You’re a punching bag. And no matter how many punches you eat, you ask for more. Because it makes you stronger in the long run. I see that. I see you, playa. And that is why we should team up this week. ‘Cause I’m a team player after all. Kinda in this big deal tag team here in OWA, it’s cool. So what do you say? Don’t think about it. Just say yes. Don’t dip your toe in the water, just dive in headfirst. I need to know if you’re in! Because we need to be on the same page. Of the same book. The Book of Eli. Think about it and I mean really think. Because like, c’mon, do we really want this to be a triple threat? Ew, right? Makes me want to vom. Or would you rather it be a singles match against me? Meaning mathematically, it increases your odds of walking away with the title. Let’s face it, Vanessa doesn’t deserve to be in this match anyway. You know it, I know it. Hell, even Vanessa knows it. She’s just along for the ride. And I say we push her out. Just something to think about. Food for thought. But you haven’t been the only one doing some thinking. I’ve been thinking about The Awakening. And you offer to join. I get it, it’s been revoked since then. That’s coo’. I get it. But I just wanted to say I didn’t reject the offer because of you. It wasn’t because of anything you said or did. Okay? Chin up. It’s just, you guys are on Olympus. I’m on Kingdom. I just...well, I’ve never been good at long-distance relationships. The commute, it gets tiresome. That’s it. I like you, Eon. I like Mark, Nathan, and Noah too. And it makes a lot of sense for me to join you guys so you can finally have some proper leadership. But it just can’t happen at the moment. The timing is off. It’s not in the cards.”

“But what is, is me becoming Openweight Champion. The title is mine. I called dibs. Like I already said and it seems as though you and Vanessa don’t understand how that works and it’s giving me secondhand embarrassment and you should feel bad. But you know what? That’s fine. I’ll roll up my turtleneck sleeves and work for this. I’m a hard-working boi after all. Ain’t nothing new. Like what you’ve been saying about me, it’s nothing new. Just like I’m sure what I’ve said about you is nothing new. It’s to be expected. From my standpoint, it’s because you aren’t well known. You’re just known as the weak link of The Awakening. And thus far, you’ve done nothing to shake that reputation. From your standpoint, you don’t really have much dirt on me. Nobody does. My resume is spotless. You can eat off of it. So you’re forced to go nitpicking. You throw some shit at the wall and hope something sticks. For instance, talking about how I’ll always be regarded as Shea’s sidekick. A steaming pile of shit of a hot take. It’s weak. It’s a reach. And like most of the dumb shit you spew...well, it’s dumb. Because if I was the sidekick then wouldn’t it be Shea talking to you instead of me? It’s not hard. It’s logic. Put two and two together. Connect some dots. But I know how all of this works. If the roles were reversed and Shea was in this spot, you would say he’s just my sidekick. It’s lazy. I know. I know everyone loves Shea because he’s a loose cannon. He wears face paint because he’s crazy. He yells and headbangs. He’s in your face. While I’m more relaxed. He’s rock and roll, while I’m some calm and cool jazz. Badumcha! Bizzhaka! Bahtubaht! Bideedoodop! Jiggeddybah! Skiddleebop! That’s me. But this isn’t about me and Shea really, now is it? You’re going after me because of your own insecurities. You’re in a team of your own. Or at least, was. I’m not sure. Whatever you touch seems to go to shit, so I have no clue. But Noah was or is the clear cut Batman of your group. He has the title to prove it and I know that eats away at you. It makes you sick! Gets your jimmies all rustled. And I know, you just want to go in on him. You want to prove at the very least you’re equals. But there’s always an alpha and beta. That’s why you sympathize with Shea. You share so much in common. You can relate to one another. You can share ghost stories around the campfire about how you’re both getting overshadowed by your partner. Maybe sing some Kumbaya to go all out. So criticizing me or all people? Boiii you better stay in your lane before you get totaled. Talking like a leader when we all know you’re a follower. Pretending to be some big bad wolf when you’re a sheep. You need to get a clue, Eon Blue. Blue’s Clues. We just got a letter, we just got a letter, we just got a letter I wonder who it’s from? IT’S FROM ME BITCH! AND ITS MY FOOT PUNCHING YOU IN DE FACE! ROUNDHOUSE! I’ve tried with you, Eon. But you’re a lost cause. You’re so far gone from reality and so far up Nathan’s ass you can no longer tell what’s real and what’s not. It’s clear you don’t know what you’re talking about. You can’t even get the smallest details down. Talking about my pit crew. Saying they’re all men. Sandra and Carol are men? Or are you saying they look like men? Wow what a douche omg! I’m gonna murda you for saying something like that! I’m ride or die for my pit crew? And you and Vanessa are oddly interested in my sex life and how I’m supposedly striking out when it comes to women? It’s odd. You say odd things. You oddball. You also like to talk about my looks. Talking about how I have a cheap smile and a cheap fake tan to match. Ugh, this is my skin color? I’m biracial you buffoon. You’re annoying. I’m not annoying. You’re annoying.  And I’m sure you’ll claim this is all a strategy to get under my skin, to get in my head! No, yore just annoying. It’s been known for a while. The cat isn’t outta the bag all of a sudden. But what is in the bag, along with that cat, is this match for me. It’s in the bag. It’s time for you to read the writing on the wall. No, that isn’t my handwriting, wtf. My penmanship is way fancier than that. But yeah, I’m gonna win this week. If I don’t, it’s ‘cause it’s rigged and ‘cause Eon and Vanessa realize I’m the odds on favorite to win so they gang up on me. Do that and I sue! The end.”

CIVIL WAR I: AWOKEN.

Derelict, you are but a fool misguided by your own view of yourself. You believe that you are exposing me as a fraud but you are only building the resistance among yourself. Ever since I decided to take over this brand, it’s been in order. Every adversary that has come my way has been shown my will and has submitted down to me. Whether it be Stark or Jacob Senn, I’ve been able to defeat the odds and show that I’m superior to every man on this roster. Some have called me an illegitimate champion and that I just stole this title from you but that is just lies and slander that this world is okay with. I am the most genuine star that this company has seen and ever since I decided to step up to the plate and become Awoken, this company has improved for the best. The Awakening is slated to hold every singles title in Olympus, a first for any group in OWA history. These men were absolutely able to do this on their own, but ever since this brotherhood began they’ve been able to better their craft to reach their goals sooner. Now if he hadn’t accomplished anything, you’d have every point in the world, Derelict, but look at us! We are the most talked-about group in OWA, even over that war going on in Kingdom at the moment. The facts are there and you choose to ignore us. We went weeks undefeated and just last week, Mark Michaels, a man who defeated you, was able to win the Hybrid title. Everyone doubted this man and his abilities but the last few weeks have been some of the strongest of his career. Guess why: He’s been awoken. Eon Blue, my most dedicated follower is right on his way to claim the Openweight title for our cause. Why? He’s been awoken. And finally, Noah Quinn has been able to impress the masses with his constant defenses of the TV title, shocking everyone by defeating the likes of Darkane. He has also been awoken to my truths. The odds are not looking in your favor, heathen. My divine wisdom and guidance have only set up the truth to emerge again; I leave Civil War with the Omega Heavyweight Title again, rightfully on my shoulder. You may be chuckling to yourself right now but think about it; you’ve been in this situation and you doubted me before. I told you that I would be leaving with the title at Game Over and I was a man of my word. I was also able to show you that I am no joke; I was the final man standing outside of you when the match ended. You keep throwing my name passively as if I were incapable of defeating you. But guess what? Not only have I taken the crown from you, but my followers have also either been able to keep up with you and in some cases defeat you as well. You have fallen out of grace’s hands my drowning son.  You cannot recognize me as your champion, but no worries...You will have to learn a lesson in life the hard way, just the way you like it. You can’t expect me to sympathize with your current circumstances when you constantly bring yourself into situations that you could’ve easily avoided. You decided to interfere with my goals and now are trying to make yourself a victim in this whole situation. No, you’re no victim, Derelict sir. You are a fraud who likes to relish in his destruction, but now are feeling threatened by the healer of healers. I’m a man who has been able to restore order in this brand and you feel slighted that you can’t continue to cause havoc and destruction unchecked. You’re scared of me. Why would you come after me so much when you believe you’re better than me? You’ve got a grudge against me and show the sin that this world contains. You’re jealous that I took my rightful crown but the facts are there; I worked harder than any other guy you’ve faced and this week is going to be nothing different. 

You hate that I’m everything you say I’m not. I didn’t get here out of lies and deception; I got here with hard work and convincing the world that I’m truly a trailblazer. I’ve changed the lives of so many of my disciples and continue to accept and love those who are willing to listen to my gospel. There have been some who have spit in my face and have disrespected my work but I have kept going forward. There were guys like you who told me that I could never make it up here and that I’d be a good TV champion and that it’d be the peak of my career. Everyone told me that I was nothing but a joke and that I couldn’t ever be up in the discussion of all-time greats in this business. I proved every single one of those people wrong. I have been raising up my stocks week by week and plan to continue that by putting you down Derelict. I am sick and tired of you telling me that I’m not good enough to share a ring with you. You are an arrogant idiot and that quality of yours has led to your downfall. You can’t even serve to be the center of attention as I have been in so many main events and been the center of attraction in every show that I’ve been in. You are slowly being forgotten by time and by the people who have allowed you to cause your chaos in the first place. I buy into myself because that has caused my success and has allowed my gospel to be spread in the first place. You want to take the gas that runs my truck but guess what? I’m not letting you take my self-confidence. You would love for me to doubt my abilities just so you can get the upper hand. I know you say that I’m some sort of conman, but I’d look in the mirror before you keep yapping, bud. You’re incredibly manipulative, but that doesn’t surprise me with all the crappy narratives you’re trying to build against my name and the rest of The Awakening. You call me a con man but you’re the biggest one that we’ve ever seen. You pretend like you only care about destruction and chaos but honestly, it seems like you’re a king of manipulation and fear. You seek to make people fear you with your stories and your intended violence; it’s not as uncontrolled as you pretend it is. You’re still a bum, but you’re a stupidly smart one who is more illusion than unhingedness. Yes, you’re a ridiculously strong monster, but there are men tougher than you in this business. You have shown that you can lose, so you have your weaknesses. That has made me use my divine wisdom to come to a consensus about you; you berate your opponents verbally and psychologically in order to hide your limited strength inside that ring. Do you think your mind games work on me? No, they really don’t. They may have worked against guys like Gareth and Bull, but I’m not either one of them. I am way smarter than those bums are and I know that I can outsmart you and everything you’re about. You’re a bum who bullies people and tries to make them believe they can’t do anything. You say I’m not tough or strong but look who’s talking? If you can’t even keep a winning streak up, why should I believe anything you say? You’re saying it because you know you’re at a huge disadvantage. Crucify me with your wrath and I’ll arise from the grave you place for me. I’m going to haunt you Derelict. You want these other guys because you know you can make easy work of every single one of them. But me? I’m never gonna leave your side, showing you how your lies can’t work on me. I’m going to give my best and show this whole world why I’m on the toughest this business has. I went through hell a few months back and again I must point this out: I was the only other person standing. I’ve been a hardcore champion; I know what being a tough individual means. I’ve gone up against some of the best this business can offer.

I’m not some kid who’s punching above his weight; I’m a veteran who knows how to win and has been around long enough to know when someone’s scared I might actually beat them. My senses keep telling me this is the case and honestly, it doesn’t surprise me. Your words and violence haven't worked Derelict, so what will? Nothing will work. That’s the answer you’re thinking about right now. It’s keeping you up at night because no matter what you do, I come out on top. You may win a battle here and there, but let’s be honest here: who’s leading the war? I am. Who’s calling a lot of the shots here? I am. Who has the most clout on the Olympus brand right now? I do. I am demanding now that you apologize to me before our match. It’s the least you can do after your disrespectful display over the last few months, questioning my abilities and place. I did this all on my own, Derelict! I made my own divine journey and you keep trying to sour it with your pure jealousy for me. I’m sorry I had to take away your moment, but this is what needed to happen after your irresponsibility and sin plagued this brand for months. You never cared about the masses as much as I have; you just wanted a little playground where you could feel like the toughest guy in the room. You cherry-picked guys to care about because they made you look tougher so the illusion of you being a strong fella would remain. However, you got bugged when I came along because you weren’t planning on an outsider to come to take the reigns of a challenger. You knew I was a wildcard and I overperformed all the other guys you were hoping to beat. Now, you’re left without any choice to “avenge” your friend and your honor just so people don’t forget that you’re a tough guy. To me, it shows me that you’re simply weak and craving attention. You wish you could be as tough in will as I am because all you’re doing now is internally panicking and hoping I just give up. Who are you now Derelict? Are you a desperate bum who’s not trying to go back to the awful life you created for yourself or will you try to keep the illusion going? You decided your own fate by defying my will and now it’s time for me to decide my own and call myself the definitive king of Olympus. I hold the crown now and will until I see that I don’t need it anymore. However, none of that is happening anytime soon. This brand still needs to be repaired and cleaned, piece by piece, man by man. You will not be taking all the progress I’ve made for this brand and throw it out the window. This is my new world order; the new normal is this Derelict. You only have two choices now and your decision will be made this weekend: You either bow to me and accept me as your personal savior or you will burn in hell just like the rest of the people who try to defy me. I’ve given you more than enough chances and instead of being a grateful heathen depending on his father’s scraps, he decides to bite the hand that has fed him all this time. You are ungrateful and deserve all the consequences that you’ve suffered throughout your unholy life. I could’ve given you EVERYTHING. You could’ve truly been a monster who was actually feared; you didn’t need to keep concocting schemes with your lackey Saul to prove that. You had the energy inside of you, but you didn’t let me in. You didn’t let me awake your full potential and that will be your eternal regret, my son. 

I’m a Messiah to many, while you are a phony to all. Who comes out on top? I do. You have nobody who will stand behind you beside Saul and he can be easily disposed of. What happens then? You’re on your own, fighting my heavenly armies and you’re only a man Derelict. You will fall in place and be vanquished as I have prophesied it! I don’t care if you don’t believe me. You’ve already proven to yourself that your word has no meaning. You said the same thing about me last time yet I’m still here, trying to show you the right path to salvation. Your word is as good as the hair on your head; it doesn’t exist. You can abuse me and bruise me til you get tired but guess what? I will kick out. You are a crown of thorns in my head but I’m heaven’s wrath over your cold dead body. You’re way out of your league and I’m sorry I have to say that, but it’s true. Keep up with the tough guy act because all of creation will feel fear, but only the truest ones will show it. You admit that I’ve shown your vulnerabilities but even after hearing that, I’m not satisfied. You are a fraud; someone who believes in survival of the fittest should know that the weak prey will fall in line and be consumed by its predator. You are but a zebra and I am a lion, strong and proud with my pack. We’ve chased you down and are eating off of your poor carcass, but you’re holding on to dear life, hoping that you can escape my claws. Civil War is when I’ll be biting your neck to finish the job, allowing my pack to eat and grow from this experience. Your last act of courage has only left you defenseless in the eyes of your father. When your final judgment is called, you will have nothing to show but your acts of defiance and slanderous mouth. You are fake; it’s the pot calling the kettle black. Unlike you though, I have transformed myself into a new being that you simply cannot comprehend and instead try to rationalize your confusion with fictitious stories about what my intentions are. You believe in doing this solo but I’m not afraid to ask for backup. I’m not afraid to call my followers to pay me back for everything that I’ve done for them. The Awakening is a brotherhood that is selfless and seeks to better every man involved. You know nothing about us yet you continue to blab about how I’ve manipulated them into this group with my words and promises. They are all grown men, Derelict; they’re not children, so stop treating them as if they were. They made the active decision and had every right to be skeptical of what I was doing with The Awakening. Now, a few months later, every man in the group has sworn to have my back. I didn’t pay them, nor did I mess with their heads; I showed them how to be successful in this business and they understood how much I value them. They are my children and they have received my blessings. You, on the other hand, will be cursed to the deepest depths of hell, where you belong. Keep making jokes about my size, my weight, and my abilities, but you cannot deny that the atmosphere has changed ever since I awoke from my slumber. The feeling in the locker room, the arena, and in the ring has become more conforming. This world understands that I’m trying to fix all the wrongs other greedy men have put on it. You are homeless but greedy, Derelict. You desire everything for yourself but in reality that is what got you to your loneliness and poverty. You cannot accept the Father and work well with others. This is your destiny, my son. Why did you have to choose this path? Why didn’t you just recognize the good I wanted to bring into your life? I’m incredibly saddened to have to destroy you once and for all because you could’ve been one of my greatest creations. You could’ve held this world title with me, hand and hand. However, Adam’s sin runs deep within your putrid soul. Your selfish desire to be the center of everything has made you into a corrupt individual; the very men you tend to criticize on an everyday basis. What do you feel about that? Do you believe me when I say that? Because I feel like you do. Your lies are telling you more falsehoods but the Father will tell you the truth not to make you lesser, but to make you greater. I want you to be destroyed in peace and not in misery, so please take my word seriously. This is the one thing I ask for you to do my son. Don’t defy me the one time I beg you to listen to reason. I still love you, my child! This will be difficult but the Father has given you many chances and unlike the prodigal son, you remained in the sinking sea of sin. The end is near and once you realize your slumber has arrived, you will have nothing to feel but regret. The time for jokes is over because the time for my awakened potential has arrived. May you rest as peacefully as you can in hell’s crackling and nightmare-inducing depths. I have been awoken. Amen.

I have waited and waited and waited and I have heard nothing. Arata, you have a big mouth and you like to run it, but now you are deciding to give me the silent treatment. But that is okay, because if there is one thing I can do, it is talk. You have plenty of time to talk about the Great War but no time for little old me, my heart bleeds. You, the Frontline and Wolvesden in bed with each other, what a pretty picture that paints. You and your merry band of men, Jeff X and Kenny Drake at the helm. Oh, the stories I could regale you with about those two. I know them very differently, but in equal standing. Those are the kind of people you would hang around with. I am sure they have been filling your ears with information on me. I am sure the entire team are giving you useful nuggets of advice on how to take me out. Let me put you at ease with some advice of my own: ignore them. Ignore everything those sycophants have to say. It is all worthless. None of it will help you. You run with a band of broken men, Arata. Men who chase a high they can never have. Men who I have made bitter. They have received a gift from me, they are bound by their contempt for my existence. And you are being sent out to do the grunt work. You are the one who is pulling double duty.
 
Civil War, the night where you could become a legend, right? You lead the team to victory and make an iconic moment for all to enjoy. You slay the evil Nate Cage and deprive him of what he wants. The people will parade you around as the great hero. Is that not the picture-perfect scenario you are envisioning? If not, then you do not belong in such a position.
 
You have a lot on your plate, Arata. This we both know. You are taking on so much for what? For fame? Glory? The opportunity to ascend to that next level? It can never be worth it. The Hell you are about to put yourself through is going to be something you will regret for your entire life. And I have no intention of making it easy for you. Let us analyse where we stand. Let us break down this tournament and how our stories have finally overlapped. I am on the run of my life right now. I have cleared Olympus of its top names and forced myself into this position. I have willed the match that was destined for me back into existence. This did not happen by accident. Fate brought me here. I have the chance to do something that many men will never experience: achieve redemption. I have spent this week sitting and stewing, mulling over this situation in my head. Nobody wants me here, but it is just too damn bad. I am the one who everyone would much rather not talk about. I am the black sheep. The person people begrudgingly acknowledge when I make too much noise. Keelan Callihan was not a believer and look at what happened there.
 
Three matches. Three “classics” as the children would say. Keelan Callihan thought he could get somewhere off the back of my name. He thought he could force himself into the world title picture at MY expense. What would you call Keelan Callihan, Arata? Would you call him a loser? A nobody? I do not think you would. He is one of the most influential figures in this company. Whatever Keelan wants, Keelan gets…until I got involved. How many times has Keelan flexed his authority to be Mr. Main Event? All it took was little old me to stop his mad crusade. I respect Keelan and he respects me, but he committed the sin of ignorance. He was punished for that sin. I beat him twice in a row to prove my point. To prove that not even a Killer can keep me down.
 
Nobi…Nobi had to be slain because frankly, I think he is an embarrassment. The fact that he routinely gets title shots makes me sick to my stomach. Blocking him from being in that position again was a matter of duty, of principal. That is why I put him in the ground and made him by bitch. This tournament is sacred, this ring is sacred, the world title is sacred. Right now, the man who holds all the marbles is feared. The Derelict has dominated, and I do not see him being unseated anytime soon. In fact, I would go so far as to say that I am the only man for the job. This task has been bestowed upon me by a higher power. Because even the Devil must answer to somebody.
 
Do you see how focused I am? How much thought has gone into this? This is not some mad man lashing out at the world. Do not mistake my aggression for thoughtless provocation. There is an exactness to what I have done to get here. The men I have put down might be considered great, and yet my name is never in the greatness conversation. You said it yourself, I am a failure. Well sir, if I am such a failure, what will that make you when you join the others in their shallow graves? The possibility of you losing seems to have not entered your head yet. The arrogance of youth and inexperience. You are so confident, so unjaded by what this place can do to you. I hold so many advantages in this match and you are still seen as the favourite. I love it. I love the blindness of everyone here. People look right past Nate Cage because they do not DARE think about what happens when I reach my full potential. It is the stuff of their nightmares; it is a reality they will continue to deny until it is too late for them. You are no different. Do you think you can stand in the way of progress? Do you think you are some folk hero who will save this place from my wrath? I have seen so many men brought down by hero syndrome, it is a suicidal mindset to have.
 
The men who have fallen to me live in a broken state. The men who have survived me are much the same. What will be your condition when I am through with you? That is something to ponder at another time. Right now, I want to focus on the facts. I want to focus on your reality: you are walking into this weekend with the single biggest disadvantage in this company’s history. Anyone who cannot see that is a waste of brain power. I have one match and one man to worry about, you have two matches and eight men to worry about. What is your strategy here? Conserve your energy? Pick your battles? There is nothing, NOTHING you can do to walk out of this weekend unscathed. You have no way of knowing what comes first or on what day. Imagine being beaten down by Havoc and his clan and then immediately having to face me. Imagine facing me first, knowing in the back of your mind that if you give me everything you have, you will have nothing left to give your team.
 
You, my friend, are fucked. There is no gameplan you can draw up that will save you. Give your all in one match and you throw away the other. Try to split your efforts and you are only wrestling at half capacity. Your body is not special. You are flesh and bone like any other man. Every bump, every bruise, every cut, it all adds up. Eventually, the pain will take over and you will freeze. There are very bad men coming for you, Arata, and we are not going to take pity. You have the hardest two days of your life ahead of you, the battle is already lost.
 
I am fantasising of all the ways I can take advantage of your diminished state. No matter what physical shape I find you in, your mental fortitude will be flattened. You are not the God of War, you are a victim of circumstance. You have pushed yourself too hard and are now in an inescapable situation. A lesser man than I would cut you some slack, promise to give you a great match and be a good sport about it. I am not that man. You have seen what I was willing to do to Keelan Callihan, a man I respect. You know what I have done to Kenny Drake, my best friend. What do you think happens to you, Arata? You are a man I have no reason to care for. You have called me a failure and demonstrated that nothing but a flow of misinformation comes through your head. You are a fool, an arrogant warrior who will fall on his own sword because he ran ahead of the pack. You do not have bushido, you are a humiliation. You are a piss stain on what people like me have been building up here. You have had your trinkets and your fun, you have a nice little hot streak going, but this is the end of the line. It all started to unravel when you lost to JD Damon, a man I once fought alongside…a man who I watched lose week after week after week. You know, it is funny that you call me a failure when you lost to a no good, Wolvesden reject. A man me and Kenny ousted from the group because he was too fucking weak. What a shambles that place has become. The man who used to be my bitch is winning a championship from you. Ha! I feel like I am watching some distorted circus freakshow version of Kingdom. And now…now you think you are ready for the big time. You seriously believe that you can step up to me and take the one thing I am willing to destroy for. If you were unable to put JD away, then good luck dealing with the animal who built Wolvesden up to its peak and tore it down just because he could.
 
This is judgment day for us all. Arata, your sin is pride. You have been burning the candle at both ends and it is going to be your undoing. Too many opponents, too many matches, not enough time or energy. If you want to prevail in one, then you MUST sacrifice the other. Do you break your body against me and let down your friends? Or do you destroy your mortal vessel to lead your team to victory…only to forever be known as the man that let Nate Cage become the God of War? Do you not realise how hated you will be for that? I am not particularly popular around here, imagine being the one man who could have stopped me and being struck down for your trouble. Oh, I cannot wait to see it. Because you see, I have paid for my sins. I have paid in blood and I have paid with my life. As my soul exited my body on that faithful night, everything felt so small in comparison.
 
I have never won at Civil War. To say this is my event would be a lie. I lost to Bull and last year, well, I lost my life. We all saw what Kenny did to me. On paper, my chances are not great. But luck, superstition, streaks, none of them actually mean anything. The ring does not remember who won last. I am not overcome with depleted faculties when I enter under a particular event name. This is a match. This is a fight. I have faced great men at this event and showed them a piece of themselves. Are you a great man, or are you just another hotshot who thinks he is owed something? People call me arrogant, but for you to believe you can walk away victorious without issue when eight men are coming for your head is another level entirely. I do not care which version of you is staring across the ring at me. I do not care if you are already broken or ready for breaking. I just want to hear you scream.
 
That’s right. I want to grab you by the throat and watch your mouth open wide. I want you to know what true suffering feels like. Because you have not suffered like I have suffered. Your face is too fresh, your eyes too bright. You are a young man with a young soul. Your time here has been defined by good matches and good competition. My time here has been defined by violent delights. I do so much more than beat people…I defile them. I carve off my own little piece and keep it forever. My collection is vast, my remorse non-existent. I must convince myself that every man I face is a figure of my hatred, and it is an easy process. Every time I see you, I see the next head to mount on a spike. You are to be a great casualty in a wider crusade. When I am victorious, when I hold that medallion aloft and initiate the next part of my plan, I will look down at your bloodied, battered body and drink it all in.
 
I do not know where your story goes after this weekend, but I know it will be filled with hardship. Nobody has an easy ride on my watch. I hope you like white ceilings, Arata, because the view from your hospital bed will become a familiar sight when all is said and done.

Having seemingly paid them off for some sort of private tour, Jonetta is seen in a zoo, decked out in a fur trim trenchcoat and her ivory mask.  A peppy young zookeeper is showing her around, nearly skipping at her every step. Surprisingly, Jonetta follows her at a quick pace, implying her own zeal from the situation.

Zookeeper: Ya know miss, I just can’t say it enough how much we appreciate that you’re filming an educational video at our humble locale. People just don’t appreciate the wonders and beauty of ol wildlife these days, but with efforts like yours, even our generation will see what the older folk and us see! You said this was for the youngins, right? All educational and wholesome like?

Jonetta Stone: Yes, I can assure you this is content that will be observed by many people who are ignorant about the facts of the world and are always in need of my expert teachings. You know how students can be, rambunctious and hard-headed, always in need of a firm hand to guide them towards being proper citizens.

Zookeeper: Right, right, I’m sure you love them since you’re so dedicated to their education! We’ve arrived! These are our precious Rhinos!

Jonetta sees it first, and her step becomes abundantly slower, and her shoulders even slouch in disappointment for a moment. The keeper doesn’t seem to notice, in her giddiness. The camera pans to show a group of rhinos, with their horns chopped off. Jonetta makes a small sound of annoyance that escapes the keeper’s attention, and then slowly speaks.

Jonetta:....Their horns.

Zookeeper: Oh right! Well, when those disgusting horn poachers shot and killed those poor rhinos at a zoo in France a few years back, we made it standard practice to get rid of their horns to make sure nobody would try that here. It keeps the poor little guys safe.

Jonetta: People truly don’t realize how difficult they make things for others!

Zookeeper: Yes! It saddens me every day to think about it, but I assure you we made the process as painless as possible, and at the end of the day it protects them from greedy criminals! They do such vile acts, and for what? Money? Fashion? Elitism? Makes me sick!!! Animals bodies aren’t made to be accessories! I-

The lady stops to look at Jonetta. In truth, Jonetta is upset because she wanted to scout the place out before she and her friends could come back overnight to steal body parts. She regains her composure, realizing that the zookeeper was looking at her clothes.

Jonetta: Oh this? This is just faux fur. I like to show people that the artificial can be just as fashionable as the authentic, plus it’s more humane. I know a gal named Dulce, she’s taught me that being fake is alright as long as you make people feel happy and you spread kindness, she’s really inspired me.

A lie. But the lady smiles happily to have her worries about Jonetta’s outfit settled away.

Zookeeper: Have you ever worked at a zoo? You seem like a good fit and have gotten along with our animals all day! Our lion let you feed him earlier, even let you pet him as you checked his fur, that almost never happens.

Jonetta: I have my experiences. A lot of these creatures are quite manageable, as long as you keep your emotions in check and treat them with respect, it’s amazing how close you can get with them. They’re a lot like people, as long as you modify your behaviour to suit them, wonderful things can happen. Under her breath So easily manipulated.

Though I must say, I find it a bit ironic a woman such as myself will be caged like a mere beast for once.

Zookeeper: Whatchu mean?

Jonetta: Oh nothing, I think we’ve filmed enough for the day, I’ll be going now.

Jonetta briskly walks away as the camera fades to black. Then camera returns to her outside of her car kicking at rocks and shaking her head over the fact she couldn’t find a good score to risk trying to poach for parts in the west.

Another bust.

I knew it was the case, but I really didn’t want to accept it. I’ll really have to wait until I have free time to restock on my supply, all because of you scamps in the Wolvesden going around messing with my property!

I’m going to enjoy hurting every single last one of you! Especially that knock off heroine, the “Beacon of Hope” Dulce Torres.

You know something Dulce? I’m a good judge of character. I’m a people person, when I want to be, believe it or not. Or, a person of all creatures. There’s a reason I’m the only one here with such spectacular tag team history, why I can work anyone….even Llorona, and why I have a way with animals, I just have that skillset. I can read and respond to anyone’s character. No matter what people said, I always knew there was something wrong with you Dulce, I knew the whole Still Jenny from the Block facade was just as false as the original. It doesn’t matter how people start, people who spend too long around certain people and living a certain lifestyle become captured by it. I know, some who see a blond well off woman like myself will say I’m one to talk, but I’ve never pretended to be a commoner, and I actually do get out of my own bubble. I even invited the Demolition Corps into one of my homes. As disgusting as it is that someone like you embraces the Wolvesden, I must admit it does perfectly fit what the masses like to call “class solidarity” and how those on top will always defend each other. It’s funny, you probably come from humble beginnings, but here in OWA you remind me of any ol out of touch posh elitist I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting to know outside of the wrestling circle.

Is Lethal Lockdown supposed to be a structure, you’re really going to ask that? After all these weeks? Dulce?

Dulce?

DULCE!!!!!?

This is exactly why you pillars need to be out of here!

Imagine how complacent someone has to be to the point that they won’t even research, let alone study tape, of the type of match they’re going to be wrestling in. Then again, imagine pretending to be a good person, but calling your alliance with Wolvesden “interesting” and saying you admire their cunning. Would you be saying those words if someone who wasn’t engrained in the fabric of OWA was doing what they do and have done? Of course not, you always only have scorn for the members of the Demolition Corps. You’re like Ellen, happy to be associating with George Bush, but would probably consider any commoner with his few points someone who ought to be ostracized from society. For most people, once they’re on top, nothing matters anymore, everyone with them up there is their friends, and there’s nothing to ever worry about in life. You’re such a mainstay in OWA, have so much goodwill and fanfare, that you’re on cruise control! And people call me egotistical. You really think you’re this safe, like we can’t hurt you in Lethal Lockdown. Just because you made it this far? Or because you wrongly assume DeMarco would never put you in a situation you couldn’t handle? The reason people think you’re modest, Dulce, is because you’re quiet with your amazing arrogance. Then again, you’re called the Silent Goddess and they still don’t connect the dots with how big of a head you have! Fools can’t pick up on that type of thing, so gassers like you permeate through the air without notice and without filtration from you damaging the lungs of all those who breathe in your bullshit.

You’re just like a silent fart, except twice as nasty, but just because no one heard it, doesn’t mean the smell isn’t there.

Only rare women like me are different, yes I could survive outside of wrestling, I could go back to poaching full time or even put a pair of skates again, or never work another day in my life, but I wanted more. I’ve wanted more since I was a child unsatisfied with just hanging onto my social spot on the ladder and being some famous man’s future wife, I wanted to go out living a life of action and I had all my resources pooled into this! Into becoming the woman you see today! People, you want to ask why I care about having a wish from DeMarco, if I already have the wish granter in the Athena’s Cup? The answer is what its always been, I WANT MORE! However, there are some things I do not want. Because of how I was raised, I have a different viewpoint from most, I don’t need validation from you pillars. I don’t need to brown nose, because I can see what you are from experience and I don’t want to be in your little club. I want my game, my trophies and my championships. You pillars are in my way, at the end of the day that’s what matters most! We can wax philosophical more than your three cavewomen Wolvesden friends wax their unibrows, but at the end of the day your posturing behind is in trouble for daring to step into the ring with me in a match that can end careers! It doesn’t matter if you think we’re crybabies and power-hungry maniacs, we have something none of the rest of you have when it comes to the hunger of desire! That makes us dangerous, that makes our blows lethal!

DeMarco made a mistake when she gave us an incentive to win this match. When she should have been filling your ivory tusks down to make sure nothing was to be gained by destroying you, she became the worst zoo manager possible by providing a reward for poaching you in the dark of night! The fool thought caging us together would end this barbarity we’ve been putting you through, but forgot there was a reason she had to step in at all, her prized little pets can’t handle us! At Civil War, her champion, her lover, her favourite wrestler, and whatever Diantha Rosso is to her, will all be dismantled because she forgot what her job was!

Keep the beasts safe from the humans.

End.

The arena was still buzzing. Japanese faithful, and foreign visitors both were in absolute awe of what they just witnessed. The ring was still littered with dust and shards of glass and the canvas stained red in certain spots from pooled blood.

Azumi and Sakuya Goto were immediately rushed into the medical area. Azumi was just driven through a flaming table by way of the “Air Strike” finishing maneuver from the new champions, which was who walked into the camera view next. With his newly won SSW Tag Team Championship slung over his shoulder was Noah Reigner. Following close behind him, his half of the tag titles strapped around his waist was Graham Baker. Together known as the ‘Corsairs’. Both of them are breathing heavily as they stop, noticing the camera’s around them.

This was their moment. This was the grand return of the Corsairs together. And this was the beginning of war.

“Did you see that? Graham Baker and I are back; back from our trip to Hell together, and back in SSW - and now we’re your new tag team champions. We haven’t missed a beat. Ya’know, sometimes you learn more while beating the fuck out of each other, than you do teaming. And what we did out there to Goto sisters should serve as an example of what we are capable of together. And make no mistake about it, your boys are back together. Back on the same page, and we’re ready to eliminate the Phantom Troupe once and for all.”

Adjusting the belt on his shoulder, Noah’s eyes pierced the camera.

“All of the talk I’m hearing boils down to one word; Vengeance. That’s what the Troupe is summing up as the motives for myself, Graham Baker, Baba Yaga, Nobi and Brian Daniels. That is what they are crediting as the glue that holds this ‘Resistance’ together, and you know? Maybe Jacob Senn is right. But it would be very remiss to ignore the reason for that desired vengeance. The reason we all came together wasn’t because of the so-called ‘stranglehold’ that the Troupe has over this company. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the actions of your group - after our individual matches, the odds are very high that we would have all gone our separate ways because at the end of the day, the Phantom Troupe as a whole had no weight over what I had planned for OWA. But instead, it was the Phantom Troupe that fired the first shots of this war. It was the Phantom Troupe that singled us out individually because they felt threatened by our collective presence on Olympus. It was the Phantom Troupe that fired the first shot, when Darkane stuck his nose into my business - saving Jacob Senn from being choked out and going oh-and-two against me. They fired the shot against me when Teddy Mac cost me a match against Jeff X just a week or so back. The Phantom Troupe fired the shot when they stuck their noses into matches; costing Baker the OWA World Championship, costing him against Matt Miles. Now they all sit around, brooding, all in a huff because a resistance has formed against them. Call it vengeance if you want to, but we call it retribution. An eye for an eye, if you will. The lot of you showed your ignorance when you fucked with us and if you expected me, or any of us to roll over and play dead after the bullshit that you’ve pulled? Then you’re dumber than you’ve made yourselves out to be.”

“Do you think any one of us fear you? In case you’ve missed it, myself and Baker have gone toe to toe with the Troupe in the past and a better variation of the group on top of that. But here you lumps are, talking about being a better version of the group but collectively haven’t done anything to change my mind on that. The Phantom Troupe may be a well-known group, but you’re off-base if you’re saying that this incarnation is better than any in the past. And trying to shovel bullshit like, ‘The Troupe is engrained in the OWA and stand as the best team’ down everyone’s throat is a bad look - especially when you’re all too chickenshit to face any of us head on, so you attack during matches and use numbers to your advantage. The Phantom Troupe, a group parading around as ‘legends’ in the business yet in reality are better suited to be called the ‘Pussy Tribe’ because not a single one of them have a set of balls to finish a match without the others. Not a single one of us in this ‘Resistance’ give a fuck about your supposed ‘Legendary’ status. Not even the White Knight Nobi, who’s generally the most respectful people you will ever come across. You’ve crossed us all, and now you’re sitting in front of cameras sulking about it and are upset that we’ve united to eliminate you. Legends or not, you’ve brought this all upon yourselves. Man up and take this ass-whooping that you all deserve.”

“But that’s asking for too much, right?”

Noah scoffed, shaking his head.

“I figure it is.”

“And I figured that the Troupe would show up, in full force, on camera and cut down all of us, our achievements and everything that we mean to - not only this company - but the industry altogether, and I was right about that too. John Doe spoke of how he crafted, shaped and molded his team to be what they are today; but Nobi hit the nail right on the head when he called you and your lackeys out. Jacob Senn, I’ve beaten. Darkane, Baker’s beaten. Teddy Mac, Nobi’s beaten. Your team, as skilled as they are, isn’t unbeatable. And, in fact, if it wasn’t for your team’s meddling in the first place, Senn would have lost again to me - and Miles would have lost to Baker. This gathering, this incarnation of the ‘Phantom Troupe’ isn’t making any of us shake in our boots. You would have had better luck with Aria on your team, but she isn’t is she? Not to mention the fact that, even her I have a victory over. You’ve scraped the bottom of the barrel with this gathering of talent that you have - so talking asif victory is a foregone conclusion for you and your army, it makes me wonder if you truly know anything about any one of us that’s lined up against you. Myself, for example, I am a multiple time World champion among other countless accolades. I am world traveled, and there’s a reason why I have drummed up all of the hype that I have. For ages I was a ‘diamond in the rough’ that companies and management glossed over because I didn’t ‘know’ the right person, or have the right ‘look’. I’ve had to fight for everything that I’ve had. I’ve had to jump hurdles, destroy roadblocks and defeat so-called ‘legends’ in this industry - and I did so with no fault. I took everything that was thrown at me, and left my opposite with my boot-print firmly imprinted on their face. Ask Jacob Senn; he knows all too well what it’s like to be on the opposite side of the ring from me. Ask Darkane; he’s watched from the shadows as I rose from independent standout to one of the best wrestlers in the world. But someone who is as revered as you are, John Doe, would be smart enough to research his opponent right? Apparently not. Apparently you’ve set your career on cruise control and just simply do not care anymore. I say this because you and your goons have picked fights, and started a war against the hottest collection of talent to enter this company in a long, long time. And when I said that we’re going to eliminate the Phantom Troupe - that means we’re not only just gunning for your goons, you are also in the crosshairs. And to eliminate the problem; you cut the head off of the snake. Once we do that, the Phantom Troupe falls.”

“Someone who knows all too well about the fall, and having my boot imprinted on his face would be Jacob Senn. The same guy who I put down here in Japan, removing his Puroresu Championship from after he spent weeks promising it wouldn’t be done, promising how he would vanquish the ‘lucky kid’ from ‘out west’. I opened your eyes that night, Senn, and in your inevitable rematch - when you were seconds away from being choked out and buried oh-and-two against just some ‘lucky kid’, you had Darkane show up to help you. You said you would win by any measure, but you didn’t have it in you to beat me then - just like you couldn’t beat me here in Japan. Both times you gave it your all, both times you came up short. You said once, a long time ago, that we’re both cut from the same cloth and that couldn’t be any further from the truth. You could only wish you were cut from the same cloth as I am. You might have years on me in this industry; here I am just in my fourth year - infancy still, while you’re in your twelfth; but years don’t equate to success. I’ve been in this business for four years and have almost as much success as you have in a third of the time. Cut from the same cloth, we are not. I’m cut from Cashmere while you’re a ripped off, scrap piece of polyester. You may have Hall of Fame rings, Jacob, but I told you before that a changing of the guard was happening whether or not you wanted to accept it. That time for change is at Civil War. Time has caught up to you, and a new generation has stepped up to overthrow the Phantom Troupe. I have stepped up to overthrow the Phantom Troupe. And when I send you and your boys to the retirement homes and to the sidelines; you can look back to our match where you fired the first shot and realize that it was the catalyst to your downfall.”

“Don’t think that I’ve forgotten about the other perpetrator of that first shot; Darkane. You and I, we’ve had no issues. Even back when, you stayed to your brand - I stayed to mine. Here in Japan, even representing the Troupe - that time under Aria - you and I stayed on our sides. So why now, Darkane? I’ll tell you why; because everywhere you’ve been - I’ve been. Everywhere you’ve gone, I’ve ended up not too far behind you. Am I following you? Not at all, because before you decided to jump into my business with Senn - I had no issues with you, or even cared to look in your direction. But you decided, with Senn, to fire the first shot and I have to think that it boils down to jealousy. Not only because I am everything you’re not; the rich kid from the suburbs who had everything in life - but because everywhere that I show up, I instantly outshine you. You leave there and go to Japan, I show up not long after - credited as ‘the Hottest Free Agent’ in the world. You show up here and slide right back into that familiar role of ‘lackey’, this time underneath John Doe and Jacob Senn, and I show up and instantly steal all of the thunder that the Phantom Troupe has. While you try your best to stand out as the badass, edgelord you come off as more of a bitch, playing second or third fiddle in every company you enter; while I on the other hand have led groups, have rocketed past you to World championships and have made a far bigger and greater legacy than you could only dream of. The only Darkane that would be able to dent the armour of this ‘Resistance’ died a long time ago. The one that killed off the bird of his, then, tag team partner before tossing him to the wolves because he realized that teamwork wasn’t his forte. The Darkane we have now? Well, that’s nothing more than a ‘what was’ situation right in front of us. What was a feared, intimidating fighter has since been regulated into nothing more than a walking corpse brandishing a shovel, doing someone else's bidding. How you’ve fallen, Darkane.

And that brings me to Teddy Mac. Truthfully, I have nothing to say about you - except you cost me my match on Atlantis. How did that right hand feel, knocking you back off of that pedestal that the Troupe has put you on, and down into reality? Sure, I lost; big deal. Loses happen. But the satisfaction of not only knocking your ass off of the apron at Atlantis, but damn near kicking your head off just days before that. Why did I do that? Because you sided with the Phantom Troupe. You signed your death warrant. You were going to steal something that belonged to Nobi, and myself and the rest of us? We’re all sick of the Troupe’s shit. So, we did what we had to do. But let me ask you something, Teddy. I hear the Troupe boys talking about how you ‘played’ good guy, but what would your daughter think about this? I’ve heard before how you’re in this profession to make your daughter, a big fan of the sport, proud. How would she feel seeing her dad teaming with the literal scum from the dark depths of the ocean of Pro. Wrestling? Let that sink in; maybe you’ll have a moment of clarity before you go forth with the biggest mistake of your career by going ahead with this match.

Big mistakes are seemingly made left and right by this group; including Matt Miles. The mistake you’ve made was thinking that the Phantom Troupe was the group that would help resurrect your career. I’ve heard of you; how you drifted along the waters of mid-level divisions in the company that we all have a background in. How you ‘could’ have had a bright career, but you denied it for yourself. Now, though, you’re back with this brand new sense of purpose to your career. Reinvigorated to make your career mean something, so you have the bright idea to jump on the bandwagon, join the Troupe, and take shots at the newer breed of athletes coming in because we’re taking our rightful spotlights when the older, passed up generation is still clutching at it so they could remain relevant. That was your first mistake. Your second? Well, your second was believing that you and your ragtag group of oldheads would be able to take shots at us and not have a return receipt waiting. You had assistance getting the win over Baker, but when the playing field is level and the Resistance is coming at you five from every direction conceivable? It won’t be as easy as you and the rest of your group think. And when it’s all said and done, when the Troupe has been defeated - Matt, you’ll be hit with the sudden reality that you should have tried all of those years ago when you had a legitimate chance at being someone because now, you’re just another ‘vet’ that’s been passed by.”

Noah’s removed the championship from his shoulder by now, holding it at chest level for cameras to pick up. Baker has returned from off screen, a bottle of water in hand which he takes a swig from.

“This represents teamwork - unity. Fire all of the ammunition that you want at the fact that, two months ago we fought each other to hell and back. You’ll miss the reality that it made put us back on the same page and brought us closer. And if anything defines War Games, it’s teamwork. You need to be able to work together with your team in order to secure a win. Baker and I, once again, we have each other’s backs. Corsairs riding high, back together. What we did to Akumi and Sakuya tonight, we did out of simple competition. There was beef, there was no so-called ‘vengeance’ at play; and it was a horror show. What we will do to the Phantom Troupe at Civil War will be a hundred times worse. This isn’t the first time that any of us have had numbers against us, but here we are - still standing. I know I can trust Baker. I know I can trust Nobi. Yaga and Daniels, while they have their own agendas, they are standing on our line with us. The question is, can the Troupe say the same? While I’m pretty sure you’ll all come back with ‘yes’, the probability of you actually believing it is low. All five of you are snakes, it’s a known fact. So we all are aware that this incarnation of the Phantom Troupe is a combustible element. It’s only a matter of time before something goes sideways and someone is blamed for the inevitable failure that’s coming your way.

I’ll make this simple for you five. Your side fired the first shot - your side started this war. The Resistance, as we’ve been called, will be the one’s to finish it. …. The Corsairs will be the ones to finish it.”

I don't think I've ever seen a group like The Phantom Troupe who keeps changing members in every single chance they get. The only founding member that The Resistance are facing off at Civil War is just John Doe only. I don't see Saul Omen, Vanessa Santiago, and Khmaoch Sangkat at all. It's good though that John Doe has Jacob Senn, Darkane, Matt Miles, and uh….Teddy Mac on his side for this match though but I don't see it if this is going to be the final version of The Phantom Troupe. I mean, yes they have a group of superstars. But Jacob Senn? Noah Reigner already beat him. Darkane? Graham Baker already beat him. Teddy Mac? I already beat him.

As for John Doe himself? I get it. No one in The Resistance has ever gone toe to toe against John Doe but the guy barely wrestles. He does want a war though and he wants it so bad and he's getting one at Civil War. The question is, is this the war that he wants? Does he really think that he's unstoppable?

Now, I'd like to inform you with something John Doe. You're truly living in your Fantasy World. Well, let me drag you back to the reality. Didn't Nas beat you at OWA Revelations 2018? Didn't Masanori Kawada beat you at Budokai Tenkaichi 2018? Therefore they did prove it that they're better than you. Now I get it, neither men are in this match but I'm the current SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Champion so I know I have a chance to stop you. Brian Daniels, Noah Reigner, and Graham Baker are multiple World Champions, so they can stop you too. And Baba Yaga? Someone who has a great Rookie year and wants vengeance against you? Not only can he certainly stop you, but also he can stop your breathing. As I said, you might have The Phantom Troupe but compared to them all, you never win any accolades to begin with. Maybe a Championship is not what you want, but I'd say, it's not because you don't want any. It's because you just simply suck. What The Resistance has against The Phantom Troupe is that, we all want to take some revenges because you messed with us in the first place to begin with. We're angry and we all want to take you down. And to tell you the truth, Jacob Senn is someone respected by many as he's a Two Time Hall of Famer. He wouldn't get those honors if he isn't respected. Teddy Mac has fans all over the world and that's a prove he is respected by many. While some people don't like Darkane, he has his own strong fan-bases who cheers on him. And Matt Miles? Unfortunately he's just a jerk and that's why people dislike him. But you, John Doe? The reason why you aren't respected is that you're never loyal to any of your friends. I mean, as I said it, how many times do you want to change The Phantom Troupe members? How many times you're going to betray your friends? Well I suppose it doesn't matter to you though but a traitor like you deserve an ass kicking. You're going down along with the World you're trying to build since day one.

Moving on, I'd like to say thank you for all the compliments, Matt Miles. I appreciate it. I think you already know it that I do respect you as a wrestler because otherwise, I wouldn't know your Victory Pro tenure. Also, I do remember that you were calling yourself Judas and hiding your face behind that mask and face paint of yours when you beat The Professional for the National Elite Champion, Matt Miles. But what I do remember as well is that, you took that Championship away from him after Drake & Jones helped you to beat The Professional as well. You didn't use your own skills and power to beat him because you had Drake & Jones helping you out when Cerberus wasn't even aligning themselves with PB yet that time. So don't speak ill towards Drake & Jones because you needed them to beat The Pizza Boy one on one. Even though Drake & Jones "costed" your Championship according to you,  they were helping you to beat The Professional to take away his Championship when no one was helping PB out. That's why I think I'm better than you because you didn't beat him clean and you might want to consider it as a karma when Drake & Jones "costing" your Championship according to you. This is why I said The Phantom Troupe liked to cheat to win because even back then, you already cheated to get victories. That's why you were trying to convince me that The Professional never beat you, because you didn't actually beat him for the National Elite Championship. You might want to forget the memory of "Andrew beating you fair and square" as it was just a random episode when he beat you, Miles, but you can't forget a history when people saw it that The Professional beat you one on one fair and square. Therefore, I'm still better than you because I drove The Professional to the retirement home without anyone's help and even though you did beat him fair and square once according to you, you failed to make him disappeared as he beat you in later dates fair and square and eventually winning a World Championship which is another reason why I know I'm better than you. Also since you brought up Drake & Jones as well, I beat Drake twice fair and square in one on one match. I made Tiberius Jones taped out in the middle of the ring once. You might think of them lowly, but the fact remained that I have beaten your former friends. The two guys that you used to trust to help you out to beat The Professional one on one at one point. I do get it though that you and The Phantom Troupe aren't like The Underworld because as I said it before, The Phantom Troupe needs to have countless version to get the right members to get a success while The Underworld kept their members the same most of time until their final day. Which bring me to ask you this question, Miles? Are you sure that The Phantom Troupe won't kick you out in the future? As great as I think you are, you're an Unproven member of The Phantom Troupe. John Doe, Jacob Senn, and Darkane were already bonding for a few months and yet you just joined them for like a month. If John Doe, someone who claims to be loyal to a former 3 World Champion in Aria Jaxon to rejoin The Phantom Troupe, what makes you think that Doe, Senn, and Darkane would keep you around for a long time? I think you get the idea where I'm coming from, Miles. It's funny that you think I can't deceive your eyes that I have a vengeance inside myself while I'm already aware that I do have it. You think I didn't beat The Professional, Claudia Michaels, and the rest of The Underworld without a vengeance? Truthfully I used my vengeance with a straight mind. I wanted to beat them up with vengeance and my vengeance does lead me to be the unstoppable beast of what I've become and I'm pretty sure my vengeance will help out The Resistance to take out The Phantom Troupe in this War Games match. But truth to be told, I won the SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Championship and retaining them twice without any vengeance just for your information. Therefore, with or without vengeance, I know I can take you down and the rest of The Phantom Troupe with my fists, Miles.

With that being said, I think it answers your question, that as a matter of fact I have gone hard to win a war, Darkane. It's clear that you don't know what I've done in Wrestleworld but it's not surprising as you didn't even listen to your fellow Troupe in Matt Miles as he already talked about how much vengeance I have inside myself. I tried to set up a Flaming Table. I pushed The Pizza Boy from 20 feets of a titantron to drive him to retirement and winning the match in the process. But not only that, the guy cut my chest with a Pizza Cutter and I had a horrible bleeding but I kept pushing forward to turn around the situation which was a success. As a matter of fact, I was involved in a 7 on 7 match which had more people and yet I was able to eliminate most of them and brought my team to the victory. Therefore, I'm no stranger with War Games, Darkane and I'm proud I've won one as I contributed a great help for my team and I have no doubt I can do the same for The Resistance to take out The Phantom Troupe at Civil War. You said it that why I'm in this match to begin with is because of Teddy Mac which is true. But if The Phantom Troupe didn't bring Teddy Mac in and manipulated him, I mostly wouldn't participate in this match you know? Therefore, The Phantom Troupe gives me a reason why I'm in this match to begin with, including you, Darkane. You all might think that he is a great wrestler which he is but you can't forget the fact that I do have a momentum going on for this match after I beat Teddy Mac to retain my SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Champion fair and square despite The Phantom Troupe trying to help him out. Therefore, I proved it that I'm better than Teddy Mac and I'm going to do it again when I take him out in this match. The question is, can you say the same about Graham Baker? Your vengeance towards him is childish compared to mine. You have a personal vendetta and hatred towards Graham Baker just because he beat you in your own game. You had a good showing at Homefront when you entered as the first entrant in The Battle Royal and made it to the final four where I retained my Championship though but so did Graham Baker when he won The SSW Tag Team Championship with Noah Reigner. I'm just saying.

While it's true that The Resistance is formed because we have our own personal vengeance, you also have a similar agenda as well, Jacob Senn. As I said, you want to take Brian Daniels out from your life and that's why you're going to do everything necessary to take him out. I mean, it was clear that's what you wanted when you tried to end him at Game Over which is a disgusting act, Senn. I listened to Brian and he wants to kick your head-in. I mean I don't blame him. You caused Brian's vengeance and you have to deal with it. You also have a hatred towards Noah Reigner because you have a problem with the whole New Generations. What's your problems against new generation actually? That someone like Noah Reigner was able to beat you fair and square? That you didn't want him to beat him twice? Is that the reason why John Doe and Darkane decided to attack him to save you from a losing? I mean, you're always a great wrestler, Senn but if you don't like a new generation like Noah Reigner because he has proven it that he's better than you, then you better step up and prove it why you're better than Noah, Senn. Now I'm starting to think that the reason why you decided to join The Phantom Troupe is similar to Darkane. That you're doubting yourself whether you can hang with new talents or not. That's why you're trying to get some confidence by joining The Phantom Troupe. Man this isn't really the Jacob Senn we all know but I do believe in Brian Daniels that he can make you to think straight again because after all, your vengeance towards Brian, Noah, and the New Generation are just stupid. I mean, if you dislike someone like Arata Asakura, he already beat you dozen of times fair and square. If you dislike someone like The Derelict, you might want to blame Darkane because he was the one that The Derelict pinned to retain his Championship at The Thunderdome match. What's even funnier is that, you might want to blame yourself as well for not trying to break The Derelict's pin because The Derelict knocked you out of the cold. Your dislike towards the new generation is because you're unable to prove it why you're better than them and therefore, I'm suggesting you to step up and act like a man if you don't like losing to new talents. I do know how it feels like when the new generation surprassed me. I do feel bitter about it. But I never give up. I keep trying and it's worth it as I'm the SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Champion that standing in front you. I don't know if you dislike me as a world champion or not, but I'll help you to see your errror ways by taking you down.

The War Games is getting closer and to tell you the truth, War is The Teacher of Violence. If The Phantom Troupe wants The War so bad, then they better be ready to see how much violence that The Resistance can give to them.

CIVIL WAR 3 Promo #1: Fool's Gold

(The camera opens to the sound of scratching.  It slowly fades in to reveal Derelict's giant meaty hand scratching the greek symbol for 'Omega' into the rear glass of a car as the camera watches him complete his handiwork from the backseat.)

"You learn a lot of things when you live like me.  You appreciate reality, you understand authenticity, and you learn to suss out the carny garbage from the real McCoy.  For instance, some people don't think cubic zirconia can cut glass...but it can.  Most sharpened quartz and translucent mineral can if it's cut precisely, and yet the myth remains that only diamonds cut glass.  Do you know why? S'because con men have told this lie for so long to so many around the world that no one knows the truth anymore, 'ceptin' the educated and street wizened.  That's you to me, Fiora.  They call cubic zirconia 'sneak', and that's exactly what you are and how you operate.  You convert muscle that you can't amass on your tiny frail frame with the lie of immortality and honor in dying in your name.  Your actions cut deep, but not because your talent or morals are remotely even a carat genuine.  Everything about you is a lie, including that title made of paper and pyrite around your waist.  Your religion is bunk, your followers are fried, and your influence waivers with every passing day.  Men like Noah Quinn aren't content with being mere Calvary in your crusade.  This crucible you've launched in your name matters not to them, but it certainly does help them get booked in main events.  I'll confess that you're bright for surrounding yourself with so many young and talented men, but they're hungry.  I should know better than anyone.  Your boy Noah took me to the limit, and Mark Michaels did what you couldn't with a cage full of men backing you up.  He put me away.  Did he have help? yeah, but they didn't intervene until they knew it was imperative to pull out your most valuable pawn before I checked him through the boards.  These men have their own motives though.  They're not dyed in the wool like Eon Blue or any of your other faithful apostles.  They get something out of this arrangement, and they're smart enough to know that there's more to gain from a relationship with you than the false promise of salvation.  I'd go as far as to say their faith is completely lost after stepping between the ropes with me, but time will tell.  This match isn't about them, no matter how much you want it to be."

(Derelict pitches the cubic zirconia ring off into the rubble and begins walking through what's now revealed to be a junkyard as the camera man goes full shaky cam guerrilla mode and exits the backseat.  Derelict stands among the piled wreckage and crushed vehicles, his hands extended out to his sides as he basks in the glory of his chaotic surroundings.)

"This is my kingdom. This is my salvation.  It's the end of salvation's road, and it's stacked high with metal carcasses of promising hot rods that blew their gaskets too early and let a lowly tow truck drag them to their final resting place as they lay prone and vulnerable on the side of the road instead of seeking repair.  The tow truck promises someone will show up to the impound for them, but in the end it only feeds them to a machine that shapes them into something worthless and less bulky.  The wheels are stripped, the good parts are scrapped, and the rest is left to biodegrade as it waits for the promised land.  You're that tow truck, Padre.  You're what's dragging the future of OWA into the barbwire laced gated community of the apocalypse.  You build walls with their bodies, take what you want from them, and leave the rest to rot alongside your word.  Part of you wants to think that you don't need them.  You want to buy into your own bullshit, want to drink the electric kool aid you prepared, but on the surface you know you're a sham too.  It's not even deep down inside of you.  I see the doubt in your eyes, and have seen it since that faithful night your men did what you couldn't and beat me down to a bloody pulp after an electrified cage match and took my belt away from me.  What's funny is with that single action of desperation, you robbed us both of credibility.  People try to build me up as some kind of monster, as if I don't show pain or bleed profusely.  To my credit, I've been in more than one tango with multiple opponents since gaining the title of Omega Heayweight Champion.  I'm always the target, everyone always attacks me at once, and somehow I always walk out the other end on top, still standing, not crawling as I head to the back with blood in my ears and an extra dark hue of crimson in my beard that makes it pop more than usual.  Unlike you I've shown my battle scars, admitted I'm just a man, and shown what a real man can do.  You? you hide behind ideology, claim to be a god, and expect someone to hand you your gold in a collection plate at the end of your next poisonwood sermon.  That doesn't make you look like a force to be reckoned with.  Likewise, me sitting back and let you proclaim your championship status did nothing for my credibility.  People are literal, Padre.  They see a man with a belt and they're too dumb to realize he's stolen it, that he's a charlatan, that he's a false prophet but I see it.  I see the vestiges of a holy man and the false iconography of a lunatic and know that I'm in the presence of a little man whose lost touch with reality, 'specially if he thinks he beat me to win that championship belt around his waist.  I sat idly by, fighting your minions, biding my time, and watching you run away from every single challenger to your throne of lies and wonder to myself how anyone could be so gullible...then again, we're currently living in a nation filled with assholes who wont wear a mask because it goes against their constitutional rights, and yet happily put on a seat belt when they get into a car despite statistics showing they're more likely to kill you than a damn length of cloth across your nose and mouth.  You know what? fuck'em.  Fuck you too.  Let foolhardy pride lead you across the very threshold to the cemetery you've constructed of your own devices.  In the end we all find our own little pretty plot of 36'' by eight feet grass, but it's nice of loud mouthed in-the-way people such as yourself to dig a holes for yourself and your followers while you're out hunting grave sites.  I've sensed a civil war in the wind for awhile now, and I knew that either side was going to try and make an example out of me, the lone gunman with a platinum star whose not looking for a town to rule over with a big iron on my hip.  No, all I ask for is a fight from the biggest, toughest, strongest, and meanest OWA has to offer.  So far I've seen quite a few candidates, but you Nathan? You ain't it."

(Derelict spits on the ground and approaches a nearby car at the bottom of a pile.  He slams his fist down hard on the trunk door, causing it to pop open and reveal the brand new OWA Heavyweight Championship within.  Derelict studies it coldly as the precious metal glistens and reflects in his eyes.  After a long pause of consideration, he yanks the title out of the trunk and lets it drop to his side.  It drags in the dirt beside him as he makes his way back to the center of the scrapyard.)

"I'M NOT IMPRESSED, PADRE!  I'M NOT IMPRESSED WITH YOUR REIGN, YOUR KINGDOM, OR YOUR GOD!...do you know why? because they all represent the same lie, and you embody that lie.  You're not a savior.  The only thing upon high that's chosen you as a messiah is your own head in the clouds.  The only impoverished and weary man looking to touch the hem of your garment is looking to pull you down in the mud with him, and the only great and powerful being looking to anoint you is me, and I'll do it with the blood of your followers.  I'll do it with the stream of piss that's about to further darken those trunks of yours.  I'll mark you with not a god's hand, but my own, as I bare down on you with Hands Across America and plant you upside down in the canvas like a Petrine martyr.  You've been a mustard seed in my eye for too long, Padre.  You annoy me.  You make me look weak by attacking me at my most vulnerable.  Now I have to correct the natural order of things and sacrifice you upon an alter made of Galapagos turtle shell, for I only worship within the pulpit of survival of the fittest.  Like I said before...you ain't it."

(Saul Abzu suddenly appears walking out from between two flimsy towers of crushed cars, sporting his usual sunglasses and fez, along with an bamboo parasol.)

Saul Abzu: "I talk, but I do not speak my mind.  I hear words, but I do not listen to thoughts.  When I wake, all see me.  When I sleep,all hear me.  Many heads are on my shoulders.  Many hands are at my feet.  The strongest steel cannot break my visage, but the strongest whisper can destroy me.  What am I?"

Derelict: "A pretender."

Saul Abzu: "Indeed.  Pretense is the only thing real to Nathan Fiora.  He forces others to believe in things that he does not, be it his title reign, his religion, or simply Nathan Fiora himself.  He's like a magician tricking the weak minded into believing his sleight of hand, but inevitably even the simplest dullard's eyes catch the flashes in his game.  People listen to him for the same reason they buy into heretic grifters like seance table spiritualists.  They are desperate to believe because the only thing in the world that made sense to them, the one thing they ever tried to be, the one true motivation to be the best has died in your shadow.  They know Fiora lies  Nathan knows he's lying too, but it's the only thing left for any of them to cling to in denial like musicians playing a tune on the deck of a sinking ship.  They cling to a new belief as Fiora whispers the lies of nonexistent ghosts in their ears.  It's quite disheartening to be quite frank with you."

Derelict: "And that's coming from a guy who travels around America preaching to a crowd of phantoms."

Saul Abzu: "Aye, I know they're dead and cannot answer back.  Their voices broke with their spirits, which is why they follow me and The Awakening follows Fiora.  The only difference is that my chorus of phantoms is bound to me in loyalty and servitude, whereas Fiora's den of thieves are looking for a place to stick a knife and a fountain to wash the blood off of their hands."

Derelict: "You see, not having followers has it's benefits Nathan.  Call Saul a loon, as I have many a time over, but the man knows how to keep the back of his jacket free from bloodstains, and when to shed his skin and spit hellfire when a corner gets too tight.  You on the other hand, run from every naysayer, every follower, and every lie you've ever invented.  Now I have you cornered once again and I wonder how things will end for you this time.  While I do think you are weak and sniveling, I will not downplay the power of your forked tongue over the impressionable and weak-willed.  Will it worm you out of my reach radius long enough for you to conjure a scheme to put me on my back? Part of me thinks you're not that smart.  After all, you rank among the weak-willed that you've fooled into buying your bullshit.  If that bullshit is potent enough, the fumes may cancel out your self-preservation instincts and feed them to your ego.  Then again, you haven't been alone  since you stole my championship belt so maybe certain acts of necessary cowardice are deeply ingrained.  I suppose we'll find out once I finish you off, throw you over my shoulders, and drag you here to your final resting place among the composted next generation electric vehicles and the dumb American muscle."

Saul Abzu: "Will we run him through the compactor first?"

Derelict: "No.  He's already a small man.  Compress him down any further and they'll never find the body."

Saul Abzu: "You say that like it's a bad thing."

Derelict: "I want them to see him.  I want their minds to try and comprehend what I'm about to do to him.  I want him to become the martyr he professes to be at the hands of an iconoclast.  Maybe it'll wake some of them up...at least the ones worth a damn."

Saul Abzu: "You want to make him mortal to them."

Derelict: "I want them to feel his mortality the way he's going to feel it when I rip it's coiled essence from it's vessel and leave a husk behind."

Saul Abzu: "I am weightless and cannot be seen. Put me in a bucket and it'll hold the same contents that it did before you put me in it.  What am I?"

Derelict: "Air?"

Saul Abzu: "No, Nathan Fiora's backbone."

Derelict: "We'll see if that's true soon enough...that is, if someone isn't covering that poor excuse for a spine when he comes walking to the ring for our match.  Doesn't matter though, I'll take them out too."

Saul Abzu: "What catches fire when it's blue?"

Derelict: "A flame?"

Saul Abzu: "No, Eon if he tries to enter this match."

(Saul snaps his fingers, causing a concealed piece of flash paper to ignite from nowhere and fly into the air like a mystical fireball.  Derelict studies his ridiculous manager for a moment, before turning and walking away.)

Derelict: "That's kind of forced, but I'll give it to you..."

(As Derelict continues walking, leaving the shrugging Saul behind, the tiny man skitters after him with his parasol still in tow."

Saul Abzu: "Wait, wait! One more, what's big and grey and comes in bucket loads?"

Derelict: "..."

Saul Abzu: "An elephant"

(Derelict grumbles to himself and disappears into the junkyard as Saul tosses his parasol to the ground and follows behind dejectedly.)

Nate sits in the ruins of what was once a church. The interior is charred wall-to-wall, this place was once a place of worship, but was burned down for no good reason. Nate is clutching a reverend’s dog collar and staring at it, a contemplative look in his face.
 
This place will not be familiar to most of you. In this business, everything just moves so fast. But I know this place. Two years ago, I sat in that burned out confessional and talked about my career with the reverend. Where he is now…who is to say? But that day has stuck with me. What I did to this hallowed ground sticks with me as well. This place no longer stands because of my actions. Because destruction is the only mistress I have ever had.
 
2018, the year that was supposed to be my breakout. I cast away the things that were shackling me. I entered the God of War tournament with renewed focus and venom.
 
Jeff X. Done.
 
Isaac Thornton. Done
 
Bull Connors…
 
It all came to a screeching halt. All of my momentum, all of the credibility I had built up as my own man, gone. I had escaped Kenny Drake’s shadow and was on my way to being OWA’s undisputed ruler. But we can’t always get what we want. There are so many men and women in this company who talk about making moments, wrestling classic matches and stealing the show. I have never cared for that reputation. I have been involved in classics, but it was not by design. I have had classic matches because I am simply that good. Because I bring the fight to everybody that decides they want to try their luck. Win or lose, I fight. I fight because it is the only thing I know how to do. But fighting clearly has not been enough. Bull and I had one of the best matches at Civil War, but does anyone really care? Does the record of Bull Connors show that he had a great match, or does it show the world championship he won? The world championship that could have been mine if I just…focused. If I put the theatricality aside and made myself the very best version of me that I could be.
 
The last two years have not been kind to me, and I must take the lion’s share of the blame. I wanted to show Kenny Drake a piece of his soul. I wanted to take everything from him and that is exactly what I did. I burned down his house, took his child, and it all culminated in him putting an end to my life in the middle of the ring. What exactly was the point? I achieved nothing but pain while he went on to become everyone’s hero. Kenny Drake! A hero! Pahaha! These people…these parasites that consume our product are a fickle bunch. All of the sins Kenny Drake has committed over the years and they were willing to forget it. Did Kenny change one iota? Did he redeem himself? No, he just beat up a man they hated more. He was never a hero, but the people lapped it up like thirsty animals at the watering hole. Kenny then joined the long list of people that have capitalised off of me. A list that makes me sick every time I look at it.
 
Gareth Cason, world champion. Bull Connors, world champion. Kenny Drake, world champion. Aria Jaxon, world champion. Jeff X, world champion. Scott Oasis, world champion. All these people who made something of themselves after fighting me. I have had to sit back and take it because the system never planned for me. The system likes to keep me relegated in my own little corner. “Oh, there’s Nate Cage, let’s coax him into initiating a blood feud.” And win or fucking lose, without fail, whoever I face gets the title shots, they get the main events. I stay exactly where I am. Two years ago, I was told by management that me and Bull were the future of this company. Well, those two years have passed. I do not see Bull anywhere around here, do you? Or did he fuck off when things got tough? How many times have I come back when I should not have? Injuries, bereavements, burnout, it did not matter, I always made my way back here to show EVERYONE that I work harder than every fucking person here. Arata Asakura looks at that as some kind of failure. That I “randomly” disappear and come back when it suits me. Three years in this company and I have spent a total of THREE MONTHS on the shelf. The way Arata lays it out, you would think I take a sabbatical every other week. I stepped away because my father died and I damn-near broke my back. AND I CAME THE FUCK BACK! I DIDN’T PERMANENTLY DISAPPEAR BECAUSE I WAS “BURNED OUT” OR “FRUSTRATED WITH MY DIRECTION”! I HAVE EVERY FUCKING RIGHT TO WALK AWAY FOR GOOD AFTER HOW THIS COMPANY HAS TREATED ME AND I STAYED! I STAYED BECAUSE I AM MADE OF STRONGER STUFF THAN THE PUSSIES WHO WALK IN AND OUT OF HERE LIKE IT IS SOME PART-TIME GIG!
 
Because make no mistake about it, I might be the Devil, I might be a sadistic son of a bitch, but I am still a professional wrestler. I still worked my way up from independent shows in England and put myself on the map. When I came to this company, nobody knew the fuck I was, and I MADE myself known. I joined Wolvesden, I became the first ever tag team champion, the first ever God of War finalist, was in the first ever Spartans Title match, I WAS IN THE FIRST EVER FUCKING MATCH AT FINAL DESTINATION! THAT WAS ME! I DID THAT SHIT! WHO THE FUCK ELSE HAS SERVED AS AN ARCHITECT OF THIS PLACE MORE THAN I HAVE?! WHO HAS SACRIFICED MORE?! WHO HAS TAKEN AND DEALT MORE PAIN IN EQUAL MEASURE?! WHO HAS WORKED EVERY FUCKING SHOW IMAGINABLE?! WHO IN THIS COMPANY HAS HAD MORE MATCHES?! WHO HAS TAKEN LESS TIME OFF?!
 
FUCKING NOBODY!
 
And what the FUCK do I get in return? I get shit! I get shit because that is all they see in me. That is all they have EVER seen in me.
 
They tell me I am the future two years ago. They tell me I am going to do great things. Well, it’s been two years and my time still hasn’t come. I do not want a handout, but I see a lot of those things going around. Burning Sky 2018, me and Kenny Drake defend our tag team titles in the opening match. We are Kingdom wrestlers and are working an Olympus show…the first time that has ever happened, by the way. We show up and appear on a show we should not have even been booked for because we knew we were the fucking best! Because we knew that if we showed everybody we were willing to fight anyone, anytime, anyplace, we would be rewarded in kind. And what was the main event of that show? CM Nas vs. Nobi for the Omega Heavyweight Championship. Fucking Nobi! The man got HANDED a world title match just because he walked through the door. Because he had friends in the right places. Because he was known by the powers that be before this place was formed. Arata, you claim that things do not get handed out in this business. You claim that I am in my position because I am just not good enough. ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND?! ARE YOU SUFFERING FROM MENTAL RETARDATION?! Oh, it is alright for some, isn’t it? You won your Spartans Title, you got your spot carved out and because you have been treated right, you have shut your eyes off to what has been happening in this place. Everyone who gets clout here does nothing to help the people down the chain. They just shut up and be a good little bitch for the hand that feeds them.


I do not buy into that game. Not one fucking bit. Nobi got a world title shot for nothing. Stark got a world title shot for nothing. April Song got a w- you get the idea. The entire history of this company, it is corrupt. It is a CONSPIRACY. Only I can see the truth because I am the only cunt who is down here in the trenches, looking around and seeing this shit happen. I have beat EVERYBODY there is of note in this place. I beat Jacob Senn, I beat Nobi, I beat Keelan Callihan TWICE. Where do you get off saying I am not good enough? That I am a shroud of failure? My resume shits on yours from a great height, son. My name is etched in the walls of this place, you are a footnote, you are a rookie who thinks he is ready for the big time because he was lucky enough to not cross my path until now.
 
All I do is endure the bullshit. All I do is sit back and tell myself, “it’s okay, your time will come”, but nothing happens unless you manifest it yourself. I have no idea what you are talking about when you say everyone thinks this is my time, Arata. Are you trying to make me feel better? Or did you watch The Last Dance lately and are trying to give yourself a persecution complex for motivation? I am the only one that has been persecuted against here, son. No fucker in the locker room or in management thinks this is my time. You are the golden goose, Arata. You are the ideal template for a wrestler. Win the secondary title, have a reign, make your mark and graduate to the main event. I refuse to have it come at my expense. I refuse to let another upstart stand in my way. I am no gatekeeper, I am no failure. I am a fighter. I am a warrior. I know so much more about the battlefield than you. You want to talk about competing twice in the same night? I WAS THE FIRST PERSON IN OWA TO COMPETE TWICE IN ONE NIGHT! DON’T GO SAYING YOU HAVE SOME MONUMENTAL BURDEN LIKE I HAVEN’T BEEN THERE AND DONE THAT!
 
You really are an entitled little weasel, aren’t you? Treating me like I am some broken down old man and not an athlete in the prime of my life. Like I have not shared that ring with the very best in the history of the business. World champions, Hall of Famers, main eventers. They have stood against me and they have fallen. The only reason a leather strap has not found itself around my waist is because that was never a part of the plan. I am what this establishment fears. They know that with the title, I will not be the PR whore that they want. That is what you are. No, I will be champion and finally have nobody standing in the way of my grand designs. I will be able to do what I want, when I want. Denying Nate Cage will be punishable by death under my regime. And what a grand old time it will be! The Era of Nate Cage, the era that will usher in a plague to wash away the dead weight. It all starts with you, good sir. Your smug fucking grin, your “I don’t give a fuck” demeanour, it all comes crashing down when the weight of the world just gets too much. When the scales tip in my favour.
 
But let us suppose for a moment that your hypothesis is correct. Let us extrapolate the bollocks that flows from your mouth. Nate Cage is a failure. Nate Cage is a man who can never get the job done. He will never be a true main eventer because he lacks the talent and the discipline to be that guy. Maybe you are right, Arata. Maybe you have broken me down so succinctly that there is just no way I can defeat you. Perhaps you have knocked my confidence so badly that I may never recover!
 
Perhaps you are a fucking moron.
 
Tell me, if what you say is true, if all of the rhetoric you have bestowed upon me is factual…how will it help you? Take a look at the history. Take a look at the crushed larynx of Finnegan Wakefield. The destroyed knee of Michael Bishop. The permanent damage to Kenny Drake. Read the list of names I have put in the hospital and tell me how you plan to escape that fate. For a failure, I sure seem to have a lot of success with crippling people. Oh, but you have me all figured out, don’t you? Just like every other would-be pop psychologist who broke me down to the point where they were so confident in victory, they ended up on the wrong end of being pulverised. They ended up breathing through a tube after I was through with them.
 
I have done everything that was asked of me and it has never been enough. I had to force myself into the world title match at Game Over. I had to jump through hoop after hoop because they knew that putting me in that match was a major health hazard. Not even a Thunderdome could slow me down. No, I did not win, but show me one man who walked out of that match unscathed. Show me one person who escaped my wrath. It was obvious when all was said and done that I was the rightful contender, but this business has never rewarded the rightful. All Nathan Fiora had to do was steal a prop to get his shot. He is not challenging The Derelict because he earned it, he is doing it because he knows there is no scenario where he gets that opportunity without foolish antics. Me? I have to just keep on winning. Take the heads off of the people put in front of me. When haven’t I done that? When exactly has that not been my forte? I was not pinned or submitted in this company for TWO YEARS. That did not happen by accident. Tell yourself I have been carried. Tell yourself I do not have what it takes. Fill your head with toxic lies so that you can fool yourself into believing victory is assured.
 
One mistake that I made two years ago has eaten away at me. It has made me into a monstrous beast. I am willing to do anything and everything correct that mistake. I am willing to drag you into the deepest, darkest waters and let your lungs fill up. I will watch you kick and flail like a bitch in heat while the life drains from your fragile body.
 
And I will laugh.
 
I will be manic with laughter, an uncontrollable hysteria will take me over. Because the moment you are out of the picture, Arata, the whole world stops and stares at me. I hold all of the cards and you are just another name on my list.
 
All I have to do is win one match, something I am very, very good at. Do not forget who the fuck you are dealing with.

 
The camera opens up outside the ruins of an old church within a small old cemetery. The sun, still a bit visible, is on the cusp of setting, darkness already creeping in throughout the cloudy sky. There is only ambient noise at first, but then a piano tune is heard, sounding very scratchy and worn, as if coming from an old record. After a few notes, the hymn “Amazing Grace” is heard, being sung from an unknown male voice:
 
 
At that moment, a loud record scratch is heard, followed by the last words from that verse, the voice sounding slower, deeper, and distorted, giving it an almost-demonic tone:
 
 
Morrighan McDonnell walks out from behind a crumbling wall, the camera quickly zooming in on her, as she pauses to glance at a tombstone written in Gaelic. After a few seconds past, Morrighan turns her gaze to the camera, a mixture of calmness and anger in her face.
 
“The locals consider this Hallowed ground… Do you agree, Alyssa? Have you set foot upon these ruins before? Glendalough Cathedral, as it’s known… right here in Bray County, the place you call home… Tell us, Alyssa... what would you choose as your final resting place? Something ancient like this? A more contemporary area like the Springfield or Redford Cemeteries? Perhaps we can provide the answer for you… the Mercedes-Benz Arena, in Atlanta… fresh graves will be ready for yourself, as well as those four other insolent wretches that desire what rightfully belongs with us… the Goddesses Championship…”
 
“Do you all think that we’re nothing but special effects and conspiracy theories? Everyone keeps stating that lately, but there is a point to be made that hasn’t been lost on us… none of it truly matters in the grand scheme of things. For months, we’ve pointed out the terrible injustices and blatant corruption from Viola DeMarco, but what has any of it accomplished? Absolutely nothing. Sure, Viola’s actions may be under greater scrutiny now, but has it changed the record books to reflect the rightful outcomes? No. Has it resulted in us being utilized more fairly and properly? Not a chance in hell. Yet why do we persist with it? The answer is simpler than you think: receiving justice is often a never-ending quest, because in this world, there is no such thing as true justice… except the justice that you create for yourself… and that’s exactly what we’ve been doing all along, because no one’s going to look out for us but ourselves…”
 
“We’ve also made peace with the fact that this match is meant to give us the largest disadvantage possible… not only are there five other women all vying for the same glorious prize… they all are also coming for me directly… failing to realize their greatest mistake… or should we clarify, “gravest” mistake… for when you five fighting females walk into my ring, and you feel those shivers going up and down your spine, just remember there's a simple explanation for it: you're walking on your own graves...”
 
“Rebecca Brookes, have you yet to realize your folly? Must we remind you that, without the Banshee even present, you fell by our hands… You claim that our “accusations” of your drug use are just insidious lies meant to get inside your head? If your past history of injecting needles in your arm for a quick fix is too hard to remember, than we shall not repeat it again for your benefit… We do not need such tactics to destroy you again, and destroy you we shall… You talk a lot about your dearly-departed mother, using it as a crutch… as an excuse, the explanation for your past failures and questionable actions… Be lucky that you knew your mother. We were orphaned as an infant, given to some God-fearing nuns without any reason... But family makes people weak, so we consider it a blessing to have no attachments… we don’t even have a home to speak of... all we have is the next fight…”
 
“How sad that you claim we don’t deserve to be in this match, when you have far less of a claim than us? What exactly have you accomplished to “earn” the right to be here? Because you, like almost everyone else in this match, got on a microphone and “declared” your intentions? Have no worries though, because at Civil War, we’ll show everyone, including you, that only us truly “earned” the right to fight for… and win… the Goddesses Championship… You talk about the challenges about fighting your so-called “friends” in this match, but with what you did with that ladder on Odyssey, who truly needs foes with a “friend” like you? But to another point you made… You stated that, for you, “beating Alyssa isn’t impossible.” You’re absolutely right. Hell, you winning the Goddesses Championship also isn’t impossible… but you know what is? Triumphing over the Banshee… an impossible task for everyone involved that night, especially you…”
 
Morrighan sets down a newly-lit candle on a nearby grave, grabbing a shovel leaning on the nearby stone wall. Morrighan then starts digging a hole, continuing to talk to the camera as she slowly digs without breaking a sweat.
 
“Gwen Harper, you make a loud of bold claims, so how appropriate is it that when you say, “yanno,” it sounds just like “guano,” because everything you’re saying and thinking is total bat-shit... You, like everyone else, keeps spinning the same record… “Morrighan’s bad behavior was “rewarded” with this match,” but unlike you, Rebecca, Hana, and Selene, we’ve been WINNING matches whenever we’re lucky enough to get a booking, not massacring English words and throwing back tallboys… But you know that already, despite how stupid you are… Everyone knows that we haven’t been “awarded” anything… We’re just getting what’s rightfully “owed” to us, especially considering how overdue it is for us just to appear on another PPV despite being here longer than you, so don’t speak to us of what’s “fair”… Had we been treated "fairly" from the start, then we wouldn’t have been forced to resort to more… extreme tactics…”
 
“It’s rather entertaining… and incredibly stupid… that you “don’t fear the Banshee.” Your famous last words… but please, continue to buy into your own hype… being overlooked will no longer be a problem for us after Civil War, because after we officially become Goddesses Champion, we’ll never be overlooked again… and that’s exactly the point! Viola not only overlooked us, but once she saw how great our potential was to replace her fossil “Goddesses,” she did everything she could to keep us off Odyssey… so if you’re looking to blame someone for inviting the Banshee to the show, save it directly for her… You think that we’re far from any threat? When the match concludes, please do us a favor… look up… there, you will see only us, standing prevalent as the Goddesses Champion… as you then wonder if you're bleeding out… and then run that thought through your head… Are we still no threat to you? That’s a truly backwards assumption from a backwoods bitch, because to you… and to everyone else… WE ARE THE ONLY THREAT! WE ARE ODYSSEY’S GREATEST THREAT!”
 
“Gwen, you also stated that had we simply acted like the “good soldier” you are… that we would be in the match “fairly,” along with the “rest of you?” Do we really need to explain ourselves further? Not anymore, because nothing will come of it… but remember this: there’s an easier reason to think that we don’t “belong with the rest of you”… because we’re FAR BEYOND ANY OF YOU! And do you believe that we are frightened because we’re “so alone” and “scared to fail.” As we stated before… we are never alone… and as we told Rebecca, friends and families are just trivial weaknesses that people use as excuses for their failures… An island of power such as us has no need for bridges, because we need no one’s pity… and we do not fear failure, because we will not fail… So go ahead… take your shot… and when you miss, as usual, you’ll discover that, at Civil War, your “dreams” won’t become the only thing “shattered” once we unleash our rage onto you!”
 
“Selene… why even bother? You have yet to issue a single response to anyone, which only proves to us that you’re simply in this match to act in the… “interests” of… others, shall we say… But you haven’t considered many things yet, have you? For instance, have you considered the very REAL possibility that you may not even set foot in that ring? Maybe you have an “accident” on your way to the arena? These are only questions, of course, but we both know that no one will miss your presence at Civil War… just like you were never missed once your master put you on the shelf…”
 
“As we mentioned earlier, it’s become exhausting trying to fathom how so many undeserving participants have staked a claim at what is our rightful property, but we’re sure that everyone agrees you have no place at Civil War… You have no place in the OWA at all… Make sure to get your final affairs in order… update your last-will-and-testament… because in Atlanta, we’re going to personally bury you for good…”
 
At this moment, loud “caws” begin filling the silent night sky, as several crows fly in from off-camera. Many perch themselves amongst the tombstones, some on top of the ruined wall, and a few that land on Morrighan’s shoulders and arms. Morrighan lets the shovel fall as she begins stroking the chin of a perched crow, pausing to smile at it before resuming to speak.
 
“Hana Nakajima… you are young and ignorant, but you do have a bit of spirit that shows why so many admire you already… but those same fans will quickly turn on you the instant someone younger and “cuter” comes along… Where will you turn to once they have abandoned you? My advice for you is this: don’t bother catering to anyone but yourself, so that way you’re never let down by the actions of others… Had we any ounce of empathy left, we may almost feel terrible about what’s going to happen to you at Civil War… You’re very young, and have a full life to live, yet you feel confident enough to tangle with a true monster like the Banshee?”
 
“It’s not a question of skills… it’s a question of nerves… Do you have what it takes to win this match? Perhaps, because anyone can climb a ladder… but that’s not the biggest obstacle in your path… Alyssa is one of the best, there’s no denying that… but she also isn’t your biggest obstacle… Your biggest obstacle? Survival… after all, you’re fighting a being that is much more than a painted-up parlor trick, so don’t let the others’ false confidence influence your own strategy, which should just be to “stay alive.” And should you somehow make it out of Atlanta in one piece… you will experience other consequences to this dance with death that you’ve asked to participate in… the extreme “trauma” that you’ll carry with you until the end of your days… Trauma that everyone will feel anytime they hear the name, “the Banshee.” The type of trauma that doesn’t leave a physical scar, but remains an open wound deep within your very soul…”
 
Morrighan kneels down and begins punching a tombstone, each hit cracking it further and further, as the crows perched on her and the tombstone quickly scatter away. Blood from her knuckles becomes more and more visible, each punch staining the ancient stone. Finally, the tombstone cracks into several pieces, as Morrighan stands back up and looks at the camera once again, with some crows returning to rest on her arms.
 
“Alyssa Grace, how interesting we find you to be… Welcome the comparison or don’t, but in some ways, we are both very similar… Just like you, Morrighan McDonnell was… for a time… just another “ordinary girl” from Ireland, but our upbringing as an unwanted orphan is hardly worth discussing… needless to say, Morrighan was obviously considered “no one special,” which is so evident that even my own parents never gave themselves a chance to love me and raise me… Even today, a great big hug, something so common and simple for others… something that many, no doubt, take extremely for granted… remains a foreign and unique concept to us… Was it our fault that families rejected us? Maybe… or maybe not… the past has no bearing on our future… for we write our own destiny… Alyssa, you said that you were “no unique talent,” which also resembles our own struggles breaking into this business… but what different paths we took that lead to this moment… While you were lucky enough to get the right kind of background and experience needed to be successful right away, we toiled away for years in the underground, learning the only way we knew how: through pain and failure... Eventually, we rose to great heights… but it wasn’t enough… it was never enough… never satisfying…”
 
“We knew that wrestling held the two things we most desired: gold and glory… There were other… complications that forced us to suddenly leave the street-fighting circuit behind, but our newfound fame allowed us to join the very best: the OWA. Although we joined early in February, we were immediately impressed by you… From the beginning, we wanted to be where you already were: the very top of the Odyssey pyramid… But as time went on, the ugly side of corruption threatened to end our OWA career as quickly as it started… and we finally saw that we weren’t as similar as we thought… However, we have never lied about our admiration for you… just as we’ve never lied about our intentions regarding the Goddesses Championship… As someone who’s had a much better 2020 than most people, it’s easy to see why you’re so confident about your chances to emerge the winner at Civil War… All the pundits are picking you to retain… all the fans are cheering your name… the best-selling t-shirts have your face splashed across them… picking against you, on paper, may seem very counterintuitive… But they are… all of them… deceived… for there is another choice for them to consider… the obvious choice: the Banshee…”
 
“Alyssa, you said something that accurately echoes how we also feel: “How often does one need to say the same rhetoric over and over again?” We’ve been wondering that ourselves for months, because no matter how much corruption we continue to bring to light… justice for us continues to be long overdue… We’re tired and irritated by it, but if it somehow keeps Viola in check, then we’ll continue shouting it until our lungs collapse… We also understand a bit where you’re coming from… These other opponents, including some you consider “friends,” all have declared you as something you’re not: a has-been champion ready to be put out to pasture… But we don’t speak of lies when we promise to leave everyone, including you, broken and defeated as we leave with the Goddesses Championship around our waist… It’s not disrespect, it’s just honesty… We don’t think there’s any “evidence” that your days as a top contender are coming to an end… We absolutely want you at your best, because we don’t want ANY excuses when we take the title from you… That’s why we desired just the two of us, with no outside influences or interference, to answer the one question we desperately need to know, through the story being told inside the ring, as you’re not the only one that enjoys “telling a story with our bodies,” though we prefer using blood in place of ink…”
 
“Don’t make the same mistake that others are making: assuming that we have “no plan, no back-up plan,” because we’ve been planning for this moment for a long time… You shouldn’t feel insulted that we’re declaring victory, because we haven’t actually “declared” victory just yet… We’re only stating how we feel things are going to play out… You claim to no longer find what we say “funny,” which in itself is ironically humorous, because we’re not on stage telling jokes… Since you’re “favored” by Viola, you wouldn’t know how it feels to be in our shoes… Don’t think that intimidation is all we have, because everyone else continues to make that mistake… and it hasn’t worked out for them…"
 
“We promise to deliver on every threat we made, because our own strategy, while layered, has a very simple approach: those who are too broken to fight will be too broken to climb… Hana and Gwen may try to run up the ladder any chance they get to steal that belt, but as for us… we are going to systematically and methodically decimate every single one of you… Torment… torture… suffering… these aren’t merely words meant to scare anyone… they are promises we will fulfill… Only one may leave as champion, but how many will be able to leave alive? And when you all reach your breaking points… you experience that new threshold of pain that you never knew existed before… frantically asking yourself, “how do you stop someone that fights like a god,” remember this final thought: a “god” may show you mercy… the Banshee never will... The ring will be showered in your blood, and we will bathe in every square inch of it, leaving your miserable corpses behind for our crows the feast upon!
 
Morrighan suddenly lets out a loud shriek that causes the candle to go out, blanketing the area in near darkness, with only a sliver of moonlight peeking through some loose stones. Lightning flashes for a moment, showing the Banshee sitting atop the wall, still surrounded by crows. Looking off in the distance at first, the Banshee then “flies” directly towards the camera, the screen going to black as a final wail fills the audio.

As I was preparing for the war set to take place at Civil War based upon the desire of vengeance from The Resistance and dominance from The Phantom Troupe, there were these words that I had heard from someone else which started to spin throughout my mind. Vengeance, retaliation, retribution, punishment are said to be deceitful brothers-in-arms. They are said to be vile and beguiling demons who promise what a pained soul would seek in justifiable compensation for the losses they had endured, holding out the sweet delicious apple for them to take a bite out of to let their pains go away in an equivalent exchange, not revealing the malevolence hiding behind the generosity provided to the anguished when they take the bite of the apple with poison dropping to the pit of their stomach to then seep into their very veins. Using their craft of deception and manipulation, they give you this sense of reparations paid from the crimes that had been committed against you, but with the cost being that they strip everything else of value remaining into your life away from you. It made me ponder upon the value of seeking vengeance and punishment because it seemed I was bearing witness to people following the path that I had taken in order to gain vindication for what they had been put through because of The Phantom Troupe themselves. Baba Yaga believes he is due blood from us because of what we had put him through on our return to this stage of the Omega Wrestling Alliance, Brian Daniels feels justified in his participation in this pact of vengeance because of what I personally did to him when he was pleading and begging for me to turn away from The Troupe and return to my heroic ways of old that everyone knew and adored me for, Nobi hopes to gain retribution from being betrayed by Teddy Mac in having his heart pierced with the dagger of treachery that left him with an additional scar to show on his war-torn heart, and Noah Reigner alongside his former rival turned into his greatest ally in Graham Baker have decided to take their own personal justice against The Phantom Troupe for the iron grip we have come to gain upon this business that has been achieved at their expense in the name of punishment for our supposed crimes, this Resistance has established this as their common bond for entering into this war with us. This makes their alliance uneasy at best because the truth that hides behind the light veneer of brotherhood shared between them is that at the end of the day, they are all in it for their own selfish purposes and craven desires to be realized from this match. Everyone has their own idea of justice, vengeance, retribution that needs to be obtained from this match and if anyone understands this hunger from The Phantom Troupe, you’re looking at the man himself whose namesake demands punishment for those who have wronged him. I understand the desire that eats at each and every single one of your souls to lash out, take the person you desire to challenge most from this match and bring them straight down to their knees in order to make sure the message has been made very clear through whatever violence you can create to leave a lasting reminder on their bodies that you will not stand for what they have done to you. Trust in that I understand your objections to what we do, the bitterness you feel when you look to see what The Troupe has become at your expense, but you need to also trust that The Phantom Troupe isn’t about just a fleeting moment of satisfaction from violence within a single match. Unlike The Resistance that has been formed with the common bond of vengeance that has already begun to devour their soul with every little piece it can snatch away from them as they become more desperate to grasp at it, The Phantom Troupe has been established with a bond that transcends the primal urge that the five of you carry within you into this match we are destined to cross paths in.

John Doe had come to me about bringing forth the rebirth of The Phantom Troupe within this establishment, this icon of shame and degradation that everyone seems to have flocked into that I once looked with pride known as the Omega Wrestling Alliance, and desired to create a message to the world that would be remembered. He saw what I had been forced to endure in the other realms of professional wrestling that I had helped create with my own bare hands, placing brick after brick to establish the foundation that everyone had not only taken for granted from a generation that lacked respect for the ones who came before them, but that they constantly spat in my face at every single opportunity to the point where the passion that I had was nearly snuffed out. He had seen a man who had been one of the rivals who opposed him and earned his respect suddenly be brought down to a point where he intended to make his exit as a mere deposed legend who had been forced out through disrespect. This is where the rebirth of The Phantom Troupe began because our mission, the one thing that brings everyone together has much more of a grand scale than this single match against The Resistance at Civil War. What happens when The Resistance finally achieves this grand feat of theirs and does what many are praying to be achieved in defeating The Phantom Troupe? They cut off its head, display it proudly for everyone to celebrate that their own selfish idea of justice has been sated and then walk away from us, only for the heads to be regrown even stronger and in more number months later with The Phantom Troupe like the Hydra of legend? The Resistance has no plan once they conquer their mighty foe and have quelled the simplest of animalistic urges from within them. There’s no grand plan in what they are doing because everyone has their own idea of vengeance needed between them and there is only Civil War where afterward, things continue on as usual for each and every one of them. Baba Yaga will attempt to make himself the world champion of this company through the perseverance and dedication to the craft he has displayed, Brian Daniels will return to whatever place he calls home in retirement to enjoy the golden years he has earned for himself throughout the years, Nobi will proceed to continue in his reign as SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Champion until the time comes when his days as champion are over, and finally, Noah Reigner and Graham Baker will proceed to make their way up the ladder in this business to capture whatever golden opportunities appear in front of them on the path to glory; business as usual. The problem is that business as usual is what brought The Phantom Troupe back into OWA and created these men that you despise so much, a problem that we won’t see continue the way it has been going for the past two years, and a course that hasn’t been corrected since the moment I took what I had hoped to be my final bow from this company. A change is needed from this company and it is one that The Phantom Troupe are determined to usher in and all five of you, in your own personal way, have been the scapegoats chosen to be victimized in order for this business to even consider the opportunity for change to be instilled and placed into effect. Each of you wanted to take this personally in your own separate way and decided to take vengeance upon us, a fleeting relief you may get if you are able to walk out of this match with your head held high, but the next question I have for each one of you is what would a victory for The Phantom Troupe represent in this big match we are destined to have at Civil War? What would a triumphant return for The Phantom Troupe as an established faction for five men who are determined to usher in the winds of change and revolution throughout the entire industry do for this business as a whole? None of you want to truly accept what the reality of the situation would be as you are more focused and centered upon your own vain vengeance to be realized, but I’ll tell you exactly what would be achieved with a victory for The Phantom Troupe in this match: legitimacy.

I know, out of all the words from the dictionary I could have said as a result of The Phantom Troupe’s victory, I choose one that comes probably as a shock from most of you based on the resume my career has garnered over the past decade I have spent in this sport, but there’s no denying the truth in that one single word of legitimacy that would come from it. The Phantom Troupe already has a reputation for being one of the most vicious and ruthless factions that whenever John Doe comes knocking on the door of OWA and rushes in with a new set of people to do his bidding, the world takes notice. There’s no debate on that, but there’s a lingering sense of doubt that you can feel from the audience and even the people in control of this business that we won’t be able to achieve what we have set out to do and there’s evidence to prove it. Wrestleworld was able to provide an insurmountable force in the form of Arata Asakura, sticking to their guns and preventing a man like me from bringing forth the sweeping change desired from us within The Phantom Troupe in that business. The last iterations of The Phantom Troupe simply came and fizzled out without a single opportunity for leaving the lasting impact that they probably hoped to achieve when they made their alliance as brothers-in-arms between one another. Revolutions are bound to have their own failures and setbacks, I assure you, but defeating these five men that have decided to stand against us for the sake of vengeance for the crimes we committed will have legitimized the fact that this organization that has been made with the members that have been personally chosen to represent the cause we have been brought back for will not rest until the cause has been achieved. I know that because of what I’ve done in the past, how long I’ve been within this business, what control I had in a past life in a different world, that people will find that me wanting to bring forth a revolution in the industry to be almost hypocritical of me to even suggest. How could someone who has established so much about these places be so sanctimonious about bringing forth a revolution to tear all of this he has built down? It is because what I see today in OWA, in Wrestleworld, what I saw that happened to SSW in the end and the great land of the elite that people kneel down and worship upon still, they have all become a bastardization of what my intentions were and what I made a foundation upon. Everything that made what I set as pillars of this industry was knocked down and replaced with mediocre replacements like Gareth Cason, Bull Connors, Arata Asakura, and more to make a mockery of everything that I stood for as one of the greatest men to set foot inside of that ring and you want to know something? I’m not the only one who has felt this way as you can see through the like-minded individuals who have joined within the ranks of The Phantom Troupe to make sure that this message, the true cause of its rebirth, has been put on notice and this match against The Resistance is the match that will make sure our words have been heard. They won’t be cast aside and placed on deaf ears like everywhere else when this has been settled, it won’t be silenced by the corporate shills who don’t want their dirty little secrets being aired out to be judged by the jury of the public, but they will be acknowledged and recognized on a grand spotlight that has been cast down upon The Phantom Troupe in triumph to make sure that chaos reigns throughout this company until the revolution of change has taken over this business and brunt everything that it has been founded upon to the very ground as the smoldering ashes are left scattered at our feet.

Ever since The Phantom Troupe’s return to Omega Wrestling Alliance, doubt has clouded over whether this incarnation will be a faction that can follow up the words that it preaches or if it is just another symbol of hubris which will be dismantled at the end of the day. Even with my own matches, you could find that very same question to be realized as one night I’m standing in the right with the Keelan Callihans of the world triumphant, but end up being left with a bitter taste and not delivering what is desired of me when standing in the ring at Atlantis against people like April Song. I don’t have this same doubt lingering in my mind because I know what I stand for may not seem to be a just purpose to anyone else, but I believe that the destruction of what has made this business what it is today is exactly what it needs to evolve into the next phase of wrestling excellence. I know it is what is needed to rebuild what has been left in disarray for far too long, repair the foundation that has been trampled upon for years without a single care of the people who established this business for them to take all the glory and treasures from, and restore the former honor and prestige this business had instead of being something that people laugh at when they look at who is standing in the spotlight as the top champion of the business. Instead of homeless degenerates and ignorant blemishes that should have never existed, the world will finally see those worthy to stand with the world on their shoulder take their place upon the seat of legends to be remembered. Instead of those who created the foundation being scorned and despised by the world around them that they helped shape and create, they will be feared and respected for what they are known for as age has not extinguished their flames of desire and destruction, but only emboldened and strengthened the inferno within. This grand design and purpose that we have been tasked to achieve within the walls of the once hallowed business we have all taken apart in is what will separate The Phantom Troupe from The Resistance and strive us further towards victory. For where we have principle in what we intend to accomplish not just at Civil War, but throughout our tenure in this company, you only seek retaliation. Where you have decided to place your faith into shallow retribution, The Phantom Troupe has placed theirs in a common dream to be realized before our very eyes. As The Resistance attempts to believe that the single thread that connects them in the aspect of simple punishment for what they had to endure because of our rebirth, we shall prove it to pale in comparison to the mission we have tasked ourselves with completing that will transcend the simple carnal desire of violent justice to be served. Your vengeance pitted against our purpose is what this match has come down to when it is all said and done. The base instinct that has driven you to this point to seek the brutality against those that have become the symbol of every wrongdoing you have experienced will have to stand up against the collective ambition we possess to bring forth the revolution this business has desperately desired that we will not recoil from in the face of adversity. You stand in the path of progress, you have chosen to declare that your own selfish desires are worth more value to you than the evolution of what this business should become, and that is what will bring forth the carnage The Phantom Troupe will make sure to remind you that we are capable of at Civil War. The Troupe will visit blood and anguish upon each one of you who has chosen this path for themselves until desolation rings throughout the arena and all of the sheep will have the veil lifted from their eyes to see the truth that has been staring them in the face. The Resistance will be extinguished through brutality for their wretched and cowardly sin of vanity at the hands of The Phantom Troupe and when we’re done with them?

The Omega Wrestling Alliance will soon follow.

Later in the night after the Odyssey go-home show, the view shows the damaged Dollhouse Dreamhouse filled with ambulances and police cars. People being stretchered out and a few questioned about the incident as Jonetta pulls up in a Ram Rebel and gets out of her car with a shell shocked look on her face after seeing what she saw earlier was real.

Jonetta: No….

Jonetta hits her knees as she falls to the ground observing the location. People attempt to help Jonetta, but she shoves them away in a fury.

Jonetta: GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! 

Distressed, Jonetta runs into the mansion, making her way through blood and rubble. She reaches a location and falls again. She pulls out a handkerchief and rubs her eyes.

Jonetta: What kind of savages would do something like this?!!! What is wrong with Wolvesden?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is what supports OWA as it’s pillars?

More staff that were leftover come on in a moment of solidarity, damaged and bruised they place their hands on Jonetta’s back.

Jonetta: They can destroy and deface, but they can never kill memories. You can’t sever bonds with this alone! 

Staff member: (Through tears) Mam…

Jonetta: In my heart, those days and nights together will remain strong.

Staff member: You’re right.

Jonetta: Don’t you remember? How you played hard to get?

Staff member: Well we weren’t that hard to hire...

Jonetta: Like Marvin and Tammi would say, there are no mountains high enough nor valleys low enough, nor even rivers wide enough, to keep me from getting to you.

Staff member: We never knew you felt this way!

Jonetta: All those hot summer days you spent at the back of my Ram Rebel as we drove through rugged terrain. Those cold nights you kept my body warm as duvets. All those throwback vintage pictures and scenes you’d support in helping me make for OWA. It’s worth more than any amount of money I’ve spent to have it happen. You small treasures have no need to worry, your pain was not in vain!

Staff member: We feel the same! Though I didn’t know you had some of the staff keep you warm at night……

Jonetta: But I’m only 23 years old, I’ll have plenty of time to forge new memories. I’ll use my crossbow again, I’ll enjoy the use of a sniper from on up high, and I’ll travel the world again to replenish the stockpile of my favourite animals’ skins and bones!

Staff member: Wha..

The camera reveals Jonetta is huddled over one of the animal heads that were mounted on her walls, it’s head shattered on the ground after the attack. Jonetta Stone is upset about the damage that has been done to the collection of taxidermy and other animal-based valuables she collected in her poaching as the Ivory Doll.

Staff member: But mam, real humans got hurt tonight!  What about us???!

Jonetta: Us????? Who cares about you people!

Jonetta stands up, towering over the man and placing her right hand around his throat as she pins him to the broken wall. Looking at him scornfully with cold eyes.

Jonetta: Why are you bothering me right now? Can’t you see I’m mourning!!!?

All he can do is whimper as more staff look on concerned, Jonetta loosens up her grip after establishing dominance.

Jonetta: You’re the ones who let this happen! You’re lucky DiVa has been touring the world and Roxs is busy in Wrestleworld, leaving me to watch over you all on my lonesome. Everyone knows I’m the most rational, as long as you don’t piss me off you’re safe compared to what punishment they’d have for you letting this happen to our property.

Staff member: But what about the people, aren’t we more important than property???

Jonetta slaps him, tears begin to swell up in his eyes after all that has happened over the night, but he knows not to make Jonetta angrier by protesting further.

Jonetta: All you’re supposed to be good for is taking care of my property! You’re lucky I don’t decide you’re only good for target practice, since you couldn’t do your jobs! Now go call insurance to make sure this is all paid back to me! Also, put out some job opportunity flyers, I know some of the staff didn’t have papers so they’re probably not going to come back after their hospital visit.

Staff member: Can’t you do something for them? Please!

Jonetta: Hey! Don’t blame me, blame the anti-immigrant that is still president in your country and blame Wolvesden!

Jonetta lets go of the guy as he falls to the floor and she begins to walk away.

Staff member: Mam, where are you going? We need you here, we’re scared!

Jonetta: Me, stay here? With all the smell of rubble and burnt fur? Don’t be ridiculous, dunderhead!

Jonetta makes her leave as the camera goes black. It comes back on to present time, Jonetta is dining privately at a restaurant she’s bought off for the night as she is being served food and she looks over travelling flyers. She sighs, frustrated with the tourist advertisements.

It’s just no good. I’ve explained this multiple times that the reason I was late to join my sisters in the Dollhouse, and Aphrodite had to fill in for me, was because I was busy touring Africa collecting ivory and my favourite fur, for sport and for fashion! I like to take my time poaching, get into that lifestyle, how am I supposed to do that while I have to make OWA dates? It’s so very rude of Wolvesden to not take into consideration my schedule! I just don’t have the time to deal with OWA, coordinating plans with my Demolition Corps allies, and going out willy nilly to scavenge the savanna! So I have no choice, I’ll just have to get my kicks and replenish my supply of very rare heads by hunting down the scumbag members of Wolvesden!

All of this is your fault, Mrs Khan. You’re the one who is supposed to be responsible, you’re supposed to keep your people safe, but you’re the one who went and escalated the situation when the Demolition Corps was already sick of you disgusting pillars. I gather you’re some sort of matriarch to Wolvesden pups, a mixture of mentor and enemy to Diantha, and you’ve been in the business so long on the sidelines and finally decided to do something worthwhile, bla bla congratulations. You’re even a mother, and despite being the lady of the more famous Kenny Drake, you might be the more dangerous head of Wolvesden when you get into your whole Parvati going Kali mode Indian stuff. Sure sure. But despite all your huffing and puffing, blowing down houses of straw and sticks, when you run into a brick wall like me I have you get all bent out of shape because your little assistant got hurt by my hands and the EMTs have to come help YOU! So you can beat up on as many non-combatants and people I don’t even care about all you want, but I will continue to batter you and everyone that matters to you until you stop cutting the crap just because you know you can’t cut the mustard. Don’t think I haven’t heard you be an annoying chatterbox all this time! I don’t care how many people you beat up on Atlantis, you know for a fact that a little runt like you never would have gotten passed me if you stepped in the ring with me! I know you it, deep down Mrs Khan, you know it isn’t right that you became number one contender while completely avoiding me! You being World Champion is a complete encapsulation of what is wrong with the status quo that Demolition Corps seeks to tear down, some random mom quickly skips over all of the hard workers on Odyssey because she’s in with the group that has been in OWA for what seems to be forever now.

I’m tired of it. Tired of you little scamps building each other up with fanatical stories, Dulce is the most consistent hard worker on Odyssey, Nikki Khan is the nightmare fuel to everyone around and nobody would dare get in her way to being the woman who leads the pack! All lies. The difference between me, and finally I am joined by others in the Demolition Corps, is that unlike the rest of the OWA roster I am unwilling to internalize all of this sanctimonious hogwash about the pantheon of OWA gods. I haven’t cared if they have stood on top of Mount Olympus, and I don’t care if you’ve swum laps around the guppies in the lost sea of Atlantis, I poached this company’s damned Athena’s cup, and I’m ready to use its power to take more from you out of date deities. But before I use your own goddess totem against you people to finish off the pillars for good, I’ll take my time dismantling the holy figures of this roster. That includes you, Mrs Khan, you act so differently than your counterparts, but you’re just another one of these people the roster prays and pays tribute to in a sickening degree! A wolf spirit, a divinity for those who celebrate wild beasts! Ridiculous. All wolves are good for are cheap pelts to help complete outfits and lovely home floors, just as a cur like you is only good for being there to get beat by stars like me! The world used to know this when you were a forgettable wrestler in the grand scheme of the industry, who couldn’t get it done for years, while I was champion from day one. I don’t care who pulled the strings to make a match on Atlantis give you a shot, to once again delay the inevitable and protect Diantha from my vengeance, but all these stunts only makes the day I pull on one of those loose threads all the enjoyable. I will undress this company as I tear at the fabric of everything you are, and one day the world will see you and the rest of your kind naked and afraid. Revealed ugly and small by the only one who had been watching from her tower, looking down on you all along, while you made disciples out of ants. 

And then there’s the one that just doesn’t stand as tall she used to, Natalie Cage. A woman whose mere steps on earth would shake the heavens and make the devils in hell scatter afraid, if one was to believe her iconic reputation. When people spoke of her, you’d think of a giant who’d manhandle men and women alike with ease. Even my sisters in Dollhouse past would separate from me, while I was focused on gold they spoke of someday clowning Natalie like it was more important than any world title. Back then, it puzzled me, but now seeing Natalie once again and knowing we’re going to face off ahead of time this time does bring a smile to my face. Natalie, show me why you’re supposed to be insurmountable, make it seem that only rust was what caused your return to seem inconsequential! Of all the pillars, you can’t be the one crumbling under the pressure like this, you can’t be the weakest link! You were the stalwart above the rest, yes I get perhaps your mother wolf is around these days, but you’re still not supposed to be a puppy! You’re not supposed to be DeMarco’s bitch either! Even if those may or may not have always been technical facts, they weren’t the forefront ideas about you! You’re the mad dog of the pack, everyone is meant to think you have rabies and might take a bite out of them at a moment’s notice! Instead of a wild pit bull many communities want banned, whether out of over-inflated reputation or not, you’re coming off more like some golden retriever, some family-friendly pet of OWA that’s helping keep the place clean. I don’t want to take you out back and put you out of your misery like this, it would harm my ability to show off your skinned wolf fur with pride if people say it was just 2020 Natalie that makes up my decor. Shape up for me.

As for Dulce Torres, I must admit you do come back for more punishment every time. I had a sense we hadn’t really gotten rid of you for good. Is this why everyone thinks your willpower is so pristine? Fine. So you won’t relent, you’ll always get back up, but neither will I, and I’ll always knock you right back down! You were once a woman who could halt my progress and kept the Goddess Championship away from me, but those days of old are long gone, you’re nothing to me these days but a nuisance. Some might forget, but you never will, I am the reason you are no longer a World Champion, and as far am I’m concerned you never will be again, at least not until I have my time. You’ve convinced these afternoon farmers that you can persist and persevere your way through any competition, but unlike most people, I’ve actually come to enjoy putting you to shame Dulce.  See hard work beats talent, ONLY when talent doesn’t work hard. At the pinnacle, that’s not supposed to be a factor, when the best in the world meet it’s only natural that iron sharpens iron to the point they’re all putting in their greatest body of work to outdo the other! It’s only because this roster was plagued by creatures like Savannah Sunshine, Eris, Jupiter, and the litany of more talents wouldn’t sustain their hype, that everyone started to push the agenda that only Dulce can be relied on in this roster. Perhaps it was once the case, but as soon as I showed up, if the people wish to acknowledge it or not, there was another guarantee on this roster and I’m ten times the star you’ll ever be! I am the one that made you just like the other pillars, someone whose existence is no longer necessary and only serves as a desperate cling to the status quo!

Dulce, whether you like the term or not, you’re supposed to be the role model around here! Yet you’ve joined up with Wolvesden, one of the most sinister forces in OWA, just because you’re afraid of change. Admit it, you know they’re sick, it doesn’t matter to me, but they beat and bloodied random staff at the Dreamhouse. That’s like someone mad at Jeff Bezos gunning down random Amazon employees, that’s wrong! You’ve sold your soul by picking sides between devils, and you didn’t even pick the lesser of two evils, you picked the devil you knew just to stay comfortable! Even if they’re worse. Sure, the Demolition Corps is probably more of a threat to you and every wrestler in OWA than Wolvesden is, but we don’t care to maim random civilians, like your allies do. With your values, teaming up with them only proves that deep down…..you’re a selfish coward, and you’ll get what you deserve.

Speaking of cowards, I do wonder if Diantha might be just like Dulce. No, no, I never really considered whether Diantha had morals or not, unlike Dulce she was always one of Khan’s pups it seems. Plus, she’s a Rosso, so just like the rest of us calling out vile acts to stay ahead is pointless. But I wonder, was she afraid of being the victim of Athena’s cup again so badly that it cost her the championship? Did she lose on purpose? Or was I on the back of her mind to the point that she couldn’t handle Khan? I know I’m not supposed to ask those types of questions, they might answer Diantha and get her to lash out on me for impugning her wrestler honour and questioning her heart. But I can’t help it. With everything, she went through to become champion, you’d think it would take a miracle to take the strap from her, and she’d fight until death for it…...but she lost the title and doesn’t even seem to care. She wants to shake Khan’s hands, she wants to team up with Khan, and have other apparently great matches with Khan, almost like she doesn’t care about being champion. And the only reason it would make sense for me that Diantha doesn’t care about being champion is because she didn’t want to end up being on the wrong side of what I had planned, she knew I hated her and would make her end miserable. So, either consciously or subconsciously, she decided it was better to get beat by mama wolf. Sure, mother could hit hard, mother has a bad reputation, but deep down mother loves baby wolf and would probably cuddle with baby wolf at the end of the day no matter how fierce their family feud became. Mommy would even lick the wounds she gave to baby wolf.  But Jonetta? That’s an outsider, that’s someone who might skin baby wolf and end her career if it came down to it. Either way Diantha, you’re still not safe from me, because every female dog in this match is going down all the same! You’ve disappointed me, wasted your Clash of Titans win, your Promethean Chamber win, and now even a second chance at being a credible world champion, I think it’s about time you just accept that you don’t have the fire in you to live up to the spark you sometimes show. Natalie and Dulce may be pillars that ought to be taken down, but you’re a pillar that was never truly built up to snuff, and the platform slants to show you as the shortest one that revealed the OWA craftsmanship just isn’t what it used to be. Revy, Llorona, April, and I do have what it takes to be game-changing champions like you never could be.

In Lethal Lockdown, the four of us will show you how demolition is done. We’ll break down the building blocks that all the lies and fake gods of this company stand on. Then, we’ll have the power to shape this company as we see fit, each of us able to make our wishes come true! DeMarco had no idea what she put on the line. It’s more than her little attachment to her sacred cows, more than even their safety, it’s the entire destiny of Odyssey that hangs in the balance! What seemed eternal will be no more, everything that was commonplace and taken for granted will be revealed as you lose it all! Wolvesden….OWA will have new occupants in charge.

Demolition Corps Aconitum.

Jonetta tosses one of her tourist guides at the camera as the scene goes to black.