The video feed starts with scenes of wicked destruction that could be inflicted within the structure of a steel cage and even scenes of the past of the legendary name of this industry, Jacob Senn, enduring a match similar to this in his past nearly nine years ago for another promotion in what was called a Five Floors of Hell Match. A young man who desired to hold the world within his hands, broken and decimated with the steel structure and a crimson mask of blood washing over his own face, putting himself through the tortures for the hope of being the person who stands at the top of the wrestling world. Eventually, the feed cuts from these vile scenes of people suffering within the cage to show Jacob Senn within his home, pressing his fingers at the crux of his brow, massaging what seems to be a headache before he looks up to the camera with an exasperated sigh.

Ever since The Dynasty claimed dominion over Olympus with every championship possible for us to hold within our hands, we have been met with dissension from those within this roster. These men of greed, vanity and pride did whatever it took to make sure we were removed from the trophies we earned to be ours and now, all the acts of violence and treachery bring us together surrounded by a device of malfeasance known as The Doomsday Triple Cage. This match was made because of the vain desire these men hold in their hearts, the abhorrent greed that festers within their meager souls, and the pride that these men are desperate to make sure remains unbreakable through claiming championship glory to their name. All of these sins plague the hearts of these men to the point where they felt the need to do what they could to shatter and obliterate a brotherhood devoted to a cause that these poor wretched souls could never be able to uphold. The Dynasty is about reforging the prestige that was tarnished throughout the years for undeserving and worthless wrestlers to hold something they never earned nor deserved. The crusade of prestige was always the desire held into the hearts of our brotherhood, carried with honor and pride to make sure prestige was upheld above all and what happened when The Dynasty claimed the trophies presented by Olympus to elevate prestige where it was lost? The Omega Heavyweight Championship reached a height in the landscape of The Omega Wrestling Alliance never seen before or could possibly never see again with Darkane as the crown jewel of our brotherhood. The Dynasty took a championship made into a mockery and transformed it under the direction of our brother, Elijah Hampton, and created a title built around the idea of prestige in the OWA Prestige Championship. The Television Championship? A mere tool for people to utilize to challenge for the Omega Heavyweight Championship after rule was established to cheapen its prestige as the cost was vacated to make room for a new title to have prestige built around in the OWA Icarus Championship. As for the OWA World Tag Team Championships? Matt Miles and I never got the opportunity to be able to restore the prestige that was created by The Queens of Wrestling to be merely cheapened by teams such as The Blacklist, The Council, Team Starburst, the thieves known as The Bad Boy Collective, and now being carried by Christopher Sabertooth and Jeff X to maybe bolster the prestige we hoped to bring forth. The evidence was obviously clear that our mantra of restoring prestige which was forgotten about by most in this business, we did just that, but we held a monopoly over championship gold. A monopoly that could not be supported to the point where it took a conglomeration of many different factions and people to annihilate us at Hardcore Havoc outside of the scope of the match we were in. The same conglomeration of people who have decided to join forces to enter inside of the Doomsday Triple Cage to deter us once more from achieving our mission of making prestige the crux of what OWA stands for, not the selfish individualism plaguing the industry since its very inception.

However, this is the issue prevalent in my career for as long as I can remember because when Jacob Senn was associated with championships and success, it stands as a double-edged sword in the perspective of outsiders.

The Dynasty is a brotherhood to be able to not only restore the prestige of lackluster championships tainted by those chosen by The Omega Wrestling Alliance, but it was a creation of yours truly to establish those left forgotten by the industry to gain prestige themselves as the men who should have a spotlight placed upon them. Darkane was evidence of that when he became possibly the greatest Omega Heavyweight Champion ever to reign under the guidance of The Dynasty. Matt Miles, Elijah Hampton, Kazuya Iwade, Big Naheem, all people who I wanted to bring forth to the heights this business wanted to keep away from them. Even when I have performed in the ring to the point of being able to elevate talent who otherwise wouldn’t be in a conversation for any world title aspirations, people find a way to slander my name to build themselves higher in the process. Whether they want to dwell on the past abouts moments of defeat and failure but decide to disregard recent events in Scott Oasis, if they want to discredit the talent of others to make a play towards me being a weak individual even while I stand here as a veteran of thirteen years in this industry like ARYX, or if they want to simply cast me as a villain who has been the inspiration for all the issues within in the industry, I’ve heard the slander that has been cast upon my name. All I need to say in response is that confidence and pride is exactly what I mentioned before. The vanity you are overflowing with, the pride devouring you from the inside out, those are the very things which led you to believe that Hardcore Havoc would be the night that The Dynasty would die because you took all the trophies we had to our name, but that will not be the case. The Dynasty might have our main attention placed upon the restoration of prestige in this business, but after what this collection of miscreants and degenerates have done to us? Ripping away what we have worked nearly a year to achieve? Ending the career of one of our brothers? Leaving us broken, battered, and humiliated at Hardcore Havoc for the world to witness what they believed to be The Dynasty’s fall? After all of that, the only thing in the minds of The Dynasty when we enter inside of The Doomsday Triple Cage will be the demise of this legion of depraved souls left in the same mangled state of a husk they treated us to. When the element of surprise is stripped away from you, when the numbers advantage has been removed and we bring forth our allies in Mark Michaels, Ryo Sakazki, and Devi Krysis, when you have to face the wrath of the brotherhood you have made this vendetta against, we will make you humble to the fact you were never meant to bring forth the fall of our crusade. You will gain the respect and reverence the entire world should be showing The Dynasty through the destruction and anguish your bodies will be forced to endure within the structure. Each and every one of you will recognize the fact your actions in preventing a brotherhood of the most elite wrestlers from making sure the pinnacle of this sport becomes so prestigious it becomes unquestionable the value in those who lay claim to the trophies here that they are the best currently that the company can produce, it came with a blood debt you will be forced to pay with your bodies in broken bones and crimson masks in this match. After this war finishes with the bodies of this alliance manufactured underneath the banner of an envious child from the land of elite who couldn’t stand to face the fact that his creation would be nothing without a veteran he assumed would be forgotten about and his band of brothers determined to restore prestige the child founder allowed to be tarnished, we will return to our crusade to restore what was stripped away from us. Graham Baker’s days will be numbered, Maggal’s days will be numbered, Corey Matthis days will be numbered, and even Christopher Sabertooth and Jeff X’s days will be numbered even though they had no part in the treachery this legion who opposes us committed against us at Hardcore Havoc. For once the war is won within the confines of The Doomsday Triple Cage at Civil War, The Dynasty will be rejuvenated from the blood of our fallen adversaries to push forward in our conquest in the name of prestige.

All of you attempted to deliver an Ides of March upon the dominance of The Dynasty our brotherhood has created upon Olympus and OWA as a whole, but Civil War will be where we reveal unto the entire world what you did didn’t bring forth the fall, but it was the spark to bring forth a second wind of determination to bring forth to era of prestige we desire to have in this business. An era of prestige this business can be proud of.

What prestige or pride does this legion of treachery opposing us in The Doomsday Triple Cage bring to this company? The Bad Boy Collective? The only person who can be able to tell the world from this group of selfish bastards to hold any sort of prestige amongst them within the realm of The Omega Wrestling Alliance is Maggal and even then, he has nothing to be proud of for the way that he gained the OWA Prestige Championship to begin with. Given that it took an entire army of treacherous fiends and hired degenerates to take The Dynasty out of the picture for him to hold the championship he clutches so desperately onto, to the point where he has to throw defense stats and slanderous remarks to be able to justify his depraved acts, there is no pride or prestige added onto the championship he holds. Bad Boy Know and Nobi? They proved the only reason they were able to call themselves champion was because of the cheating and desperate methods they employed at Hardcore Havoc because the moment they had to defend those championships on an equal playing field? They lost those titles on their first defense to Christopher Sabertooh and Jeff X to continue besmirch the championships of any prestige they might have held when The Queens of Wrestling held them and they never deserved to even compete for those titles. What about Corey Matthis, ARYX, Remington Ivory Prescott? These are men considered to be the future of this industry with the talent they possess and trust me, I’m not blind to the fact these men have been graced with the talents most men would kill others for to simply get a taste of the sort of potential they can reach, but they have cheapened those talents and degraded them down to be nothing more than cheap mercenaries to be at the beck and call of Scott Oasis along with their own personal sins of vanity and greed devouring at their souls. Corey may be the current holder of the newly-christened OWA Icarus Championship, ARYX may be one of the toughest fighters this company has enlisted to perform under the OWA banner, and Remington might be one of the top rising talents in the industry who has a lot of media attention placed upon him for signing with this company, but do you know what I see taking away from all of those qualities? Other than the self-absorbed vanity producing an ego to be humbled within the walls of The Doomsday Triple Cage by the brotherhood I established with The Dynasty, I see a puppet dancing around at the whim of Scott Oasis so he can be rewarded with titles, money, and fame instead of establishing himself as the future of the wrestling industry on his own terms. I see a fighter who decides to promote a FOR THE CULTURE movement when the truth is that the culture he represents is not the culture of professional wrestling, the improvement of the industry to establish a place of pride or prestige, but it really is a culture of FOR ARYX and no one else. I see a man who speaks about the desire to bring this organization into a new glorious and pristine image for the world to bask in, but decides to side with the very people who want to tarnish it in the hopes of their own selfish pursuits being realized instead. All of this potential was wasted because they have been given compensation by Scott Oasis to do everything possible to prevent The Dynasty from bringing that prestige this business very much lacks. What about Eon Blue and Titan? These acolytes on a quest to bring forth the fall of what they have considered gods to remove them on their path to reshaping the business in their own image, right? Eon Blue being the illusionist and trickster to be the brains behind the operation and Titan being the engine of destruction to annihilate every single person standing in their path. I hold no fear to The Conqueror of Gods nor this Awoken Apostle who openly admits in a match with none of his tricks, he would simply be another victim forced underneath the bottom of my boot, because they are simply men who have allowed themselves to be mercenaries for hire like the rest and are simply common men who will be lying in destructive waste from what my brotherhood and our allies are able to achieve with the structure we are positioned to go to war within. However, there is only one person who orchestrated this legion of treachery to bring forth the downfall of The Dynasty, which will soon backfire in his face, and this envious child will soon realize the error of his ways: Scott Oasis.

Scott, it has been quite a long time since the both of us have been standing in opposite corners of the wrestling ring, huh? It has been what… three years since our last encounter within the ring? I think we’ve been able to be cordial, especially considering I was presented with the opportunity to be signed into this company and do what I could to bring forth a spotlight on this company when it was created to make it the entity it is today, but it seems you don’t find Jacob Senn to be the name that you wanted him to be. In fact, you seem to be living in the past where you were this dominant and unbridled force in professional wrestling people couldn’t be able to defeat. A past where you were able to completely dominate me within that ring, but that’s not what Scott Oasis is any more. Scott is a businessman with B.O.B. and OWA, right? Scott is a man who once was about putting the promotion before his own self-interests, now has decided to place B.O.B. above all else and place his own chosen champion in Graham Baker on the throne of Omega Heavyweight Champion to secure his own personal fantasy of being some sort of kingmaker in this business. I don’t know what has brought this vendetta upon me whether it was because of the nature of my return with Phantom Troupe, the way I have chosen to expose the lack of prestige you’ve allowed these titles to have with them, or simply because you have this strange vendetta born out of something from the land of elite, but both of us aren’t the same person we were in the land of elite. In fact, our last encounter there, I definitively defeated you in the middle of the ring for the entire world to see. I don’t intend to be any different than the last time and because you’ve decided to gather these forces to screw The Dynasty out of restoring the prestige you’ve been lacking and now create this match as a means to humiliate and ruin us, let me remind you of who I am. Let me remind you of the veteran I am inside of that ring because if 2018 wasn’t enough of a reminder, maybe staring across from you inside of this Doomsday Triple Cage and breaking your body until you’re a husk of meat and blood, it may give you the reminder I’m not a man to be messed with. Scott, you’re the one that opened this door and will allow this dark passenger within my soul to be awoken from its slumber to do every sadistic and savage method of anguish I can inflict upon you and your legion. Remember that when your plan has failed you, when your men have failed you, and when you have failed yourself to be left in defeat.

For this brotherhood will not be reduced to rubble and ash from the sins of vanity and greed this legion you’ve assembled possess as their aim in this business, but it will be the trigger to usher in a new era of prestige forged by The Dynasty to eclipse our previous iteration.

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Maggall isn’t half the champion Hampton was and nobody will throw flowers on his grave once the shit hits the fan and he coughs up The Prestige Championship sooner rather than later. - Darkane

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He leaves a lot to be desired. Which will most likely sum up his reign as Prestige Champion when it’s all said and done. The done part happening any day now. - Elijah Hampton

Let’s ask the ghosts of Christmas past and present about who is a better champion between Elijah and I. Hell add Mark Michaels catching a stray. 









I hear y’all talk about the Prestige Championship like Eiljah was some hell of a champion! What he know about being a champion with one defence? I tripled that as TV Champion, and my future as Prestige Champion looks just as bright. Until Mark and Elijah learn to defend a championship as much as I have in OWA, or at least be able to combine their efforts to match me 2 on 1, I don’t want to hear about their greatness as champions. They’re chumps to me. 


You can say what you will about what you predict will come of my Prestige Championship reign, but I’m already the most successful wielder of this championship! The way I see it, of the four champions, I am tied with the most successful championship defences. On top of that, I was a dual champion wielding the Prestige and Tag Team Championships at the same time. Which makes me better than any of you ever were with this belt. Elijah and Mark Michaels are the ones who have to show me they know about what it means to step up and get the job done as champions time and time again. 

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I’m the king people who have been overlooked and discounted by even those who supposedly  stand up for the disenfranchised. - Mark Michaels 

Stop it, nobody, especially no Minnesota cats,  care about y’all Romanians being Romanians. Gyspy slur my ass, if it was such a slur why would you want the commentators to use it? You don’t see me giving niggas a pass by having the Ns in my move set. You see anyone else walking around with “slurs” as their nicknames and moves other than you gyspies? That’s why you’re on the white team at Civil War, repping that succeed from the union of Oasis’ united OWA type mindset. Just like the federal government laid down the law, so has the boss man, and y’all munity gonna be put under. 

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And when the big little fucker wonders who could've slapped a fake ass god, he's going to see me right there in that singular instant before the most beautiful and perfect fucking dropkick in all of professional wrestling drops him like the lad fucking *TURD* that he is! - Ryo Sakazaki

Man I’m gonna beat the shit out of you. Thinking you can touch me. 

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Devi Krysis, a warrior. El Landerson, the GOAT luchador and Ryo Sakazaki.- Darkane 

Nah y’all too much comedy for me. El Landerson the goat anything, let alone luchador, this is the Darkane everybody tells me is that scary? I may have let that Devi line slide, but this bullshitting, something else, I couldn’t believe my own ears. I’m glad Bad Boy Know came out to say what he said, he just wants us to kick ass? Fine by me, let’s hurt people. Let’s take out Darkane and the others on that team in the path of ultimate destruction. But since everybody cracking jokes and having fun, so will I with this little promo. Just before I eat these cats up in this triple cage match as easy I can a triple big mac. 


And I’ve got something for Matt Miles too, since boy think he Midas, the original Gold Miser. Think shit turn to gold at his touch! Nah it’s because it’s Christmas Eve and I’m done with these punks so I’ll fuck around. Snow Miser and Heat Miser had the holidays on lock, and so will I!


With.


-- DESERT  MISER--


(A duo and their reindeer are shown approaching a lavish West African “castle” in the desert. They disembark with gifts and walk towards the castle.)


OWA goon official lady: Do we really have to visit this guy? Sure he plays games sometimes, but the big bastard switches into a bad mood pretty easily! 


OWA goon official dude: We are tasked with visiting all the OWA wrestlers and giving them presents to spread the Christmas cheer, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do! Besides, I have the right gifts to suit his tastes. Just don’t be a prude, eventually we’ll have to a show making big bucks in Saudi Arabia. 


(They enter the castle and the view switches deep inside. They enter the room with women and sweet food for Maggall. Maggall meets them in a lavish Muhammad garb and wearing the Prestige Championship. He is surrounded with smaller Aṣ-Saḥābah followers of his.)


(Maggall stands up from his throne of sand with a Jamaican Patties that heat up in his hands, while his  Aṣ-Saḥābah minions dance around him as they begin to parody Snow Miser and Heat Miser.)


[Desert Miser/Maggall/Muhammad:]
I'm Mister Chocolate Christmas
I'm Mister Sand
I'm Mister All Dessert
I'm Mister It Gets Out of Hand
Friends call me Desert Miser
What ever I touch
Goes into heat in my clutch
I'm too much!



[Chorus from Aṣ-Saḥābah :]
He's Mister Chocolate Christmas
He's Mister Sand


[Desert Miser:]
That's right!


[Chorus:]
He's Mister All Dessert
He's Mister It Gets Out of Hand


[Deser Miser:]
Friends call me Desert Miser,
What ever I touch
Goes into heat in my clutch


[Chorus:]
He's too much!


(As the ladies approach him, Maggall has the one white woman in the harem literally thrown out from the open window of his castle. The women of colour in sundresses approach him with sundaes in their hands.)


[Desert Miser:]
I never want to see a date
That's all white
I'd rather have it sundry,
Yellow, brown, black might! 


[Chorus:]
He's Mister Chocolate Christmas
He's Mister Sand


[Desert Miser:]
That's right!


[Chorus:]
He's Mister All Dessert
He's Mister It Gets Out of Hand


(When Maggall touches one of the girls she purrs like a cat in heat.)
[Sand Miser:]
Friends call me Sand Miser,
What ever I touch
Goes into heat in my clutch
... Too much.


[All:]
Too Much!


(The music ends as Maggall smiles happy with his gifts of food and ladies.)


Maggall: Next time stop by with another OWA title as a gift sometime, that’ll get the happy to be here OWA wrestlers REAL heated up about my attitude. HAHAHA! They’re just mad because whenever I touch a title I bring it to a higher level and it’s too hot for the next champion to handle it. 


(The duo leave happy they had such a great interaction with the Prestige Champion.)


OWA goon official lady: That was actually super fun! Whose next?


OWA goon official dude: Well we have Dulce and Iwade. But next? Ivory Miser, Jonetta Stone. 


OWA goon official lady: I was afraid you’d say that. 

(The quest continues.)

(A duo of gift-givers sleigh riders with reindeer appear in Jonetta’s Ivory Tower waiting room.)

A female OWA official: I really don’t think lightning is going to strike twice for us to get away with this. Jonetta doesn’t come across as a musically inclined woman to me.

A male OWA official: Listen, if we can get past Maggall, we can get past anyone! I mean come on, you think Jonetta is a bigger pain? Just look at Maggall. He’s…..well….

A female OWA Official: Black? Muslim?

A male OWA official: No, you racist. I was going to say a champion. Champions always have a bad attitude.

A Female OWA Official: I don’t think the champion attitude has nor ever will leave Jo-

(Just then, the ivory door to the room opens as if a gust of fur opened the door. Jonetta and the Banshee walk into the scene with The Banshee dressed with a fur boa around her neck to match Jonetta. They both walk-up, ready to begin the miser sing-a-long.)

-IVORY MISER-

(As they approach, a symphony of Jonetta’s fist cracking the jaw of the woman hits with a Tranquillizer. Then Banshee hits The Cry of The Banshee on the guy. Afterwards, Jonetta rips the fur boat off Banshee’s neck.)

Jonetta: You nincompoops. You absolute knuckledraggers! Did you really think I would debase my glory by playing along with juvenile parodies???! Just because I’ve waited to film this for Christmas? No way, Hosay! I hate how simple people get around Christmas and the holidays. They start expecting miracles. They start imagining I might actually get into the festive mood! I’m not giving the OWA universe any Christmas gift, just as I’m not about to give Team Aria a break just because they’re scared of what’s coming to them at Civil War. Aria’s only word was proper when she expressed her frustrations with seeing her team laid out after my mere whim to request the Banshee to destroy them all.

(Jonetta smiles as she observes the reindeers and takes her seat on the sleigh, smiling at the sack of gifts the duo had leftover and the reindeer that are now hers to use for food and profit.)

Jonetta: Of course, I don’t give gifts, I am the gifted one! Gifted with the trifecta of beauty, brawn, and brains in one magnificent package. A lot of you, like Alyssa, have had the wrong perception of things. You seem to believe I am the most hurt and lost without my Women’s World Championship. As if I’m going to break apart without being champion. I supposed it makes sense for you little critters who don’t understand how the world works and have seen me debut as a tag team champion and had a spectacular world title reign that you can only dream of ever having. It’s not that I needed those championships. Those championships NEEDED ME! More so, all of you needed me to be the champion. When I’m champion, I’m focused on the hunt towards supremacy for the championships and the division I represent. As the longest-reigning tag team champion, I made sure to hunt down a position that finally showed that women were perfectly capable of being the best in the history of that division. Back when the seat at the top was previously held only by men and mixed gendered teams. As world champion, I finally caught the main event of a PPV that had eluded all the previous women world championship matches. Now that I’m not champion and Aria is going to keep me away from the gold? It makes me have to chase something else, and puts the rest of you on my poach list. You want me to be pampered and reigning as your leader, because otherwise, I unleash unspeakable horrors on the rest of you. I may not have been the most beloved leader of Odyssey, but I led you all well and I only ever hurt challengers foolishness enough to test me, most weeks I’d only leave one or two of you laying at best. I had no need to make any more of you suffer than that. But now? You all remember what happened on Odyssey, I had all of your bodies littered around as broken husks that even shocked a veteran like Aria Jaxon. I taught you all that my embrace as your leader, albeit cold, was a generosity compared to my icy fury as your enemy. I am the type of woman who will have her red carpet one way or the other, you either roll it out for me, or I’ll make it on my own by painting the floor in which I walk with your blood.

(Jonetta lifts the Celtic Book that controls the Banshee.)

Jonetta: Don’t you all understand? If I saw fit, at this very moment I could order the Banshee to find you where you’re listening to me right now and have you dragged before my feet begging for my mercy. But I am a woman of order and sanity. I respect the rule of law in professional wrestling where our problems are settled inside that ring. But once that bell rings, my patience will be over, and no one will be holding back the monsters that wish to feast upon you. Look at my team. They’re all monsters and people who need psychological support to not lash out at anyone who crosses them. I’m the voice of reason that is your only hope of ever making them stop from potentially ending your careers. So let me ask you girls a question. Do I come across as the type of woman that will ask my team members to show you mercy? Maybe if you all learn how to stay down you’ll live through this, otherwise, I shall allow the culling to go on unabated.

I’ll even take part. Don’t let me waving around this book lull you into a foolish false sense of security about me. That’s how you fall into one of my bear traps. I’m still the most physically imposing person in this entire match. By weight and height, most of you can’t even hope to stand up to me. And when most of you were being just the girl’s next door playing with dolls and dreaming of boys, I was fighting other girls on ice hockey and hunting prey in the dirt as a child, I’m on a completely different level than the rest of you. I’ll be poaching each of you and making your lives miserable as your enemy. And by the time this war is over, you won’t be asking yourselves silly questions about how I’m going to live on without gold. For your own survival and peace of mind, you’ll be begging for me to be your leader once again.

And Llorona will oblige.

Alyssa, Llorona and I were part of the most dominant faction Odyssey has ever seen. Did you somehow forget that? We were dysfunctional at times, but we made it work. I can assure you I have much better chances with her in charge than I do with Aria. In fact, I have better chances with Llorona than you do with either her or Aria in charge! Don’t think it escapes me that your briefcase is a bit more wide-reaching than the Athena’s Cup. Aria especially notices it. Perhaps she wants you to go collect a world championship from another brand and bring it to our fold. Maybe you’ll avenge take care of Scott Oasis’ flock by taking care for Graham Baker. None of this would be a problem for me, if it weren’t for the fact someone has to do something about my title being kept as far away from me as possible! It puts me in a foul mood that no woman on this roster wants me to be in. Seeing as I can’t rely on Liz Karlson, sorry, I just don’t think she’s got what it takes to beat Stephanie, you and Hana are the best bet I have to restore order on this brand. Yet you don’t seem focused, and that angers me. You need to stop worrying about Finn. You even need to stop ranting about Llorona as a competitor. She is not the woman who will be in the ring with you at Civil War. Whether Llorona can hang as a fighter anymore is irrelevant when she isn’t the one wrestling, you need to be worried about pleasing me and doing what’s right for this brand as a whole. Right now, you’re not cutting it. You couldn’t beat me on your best day, but when you’re distracted? Oh, honey, you’re going to get burned worst than a day in the hot sun does to you little gingers.

You know what I think the root of your problem is, Alyssa? I believe you haven’t caught on yet that you’re no longer in the Goddess Championship middle of the show pack anymore. You got used to being heralded as the best in a smaller pond where you thought you proved you were the future of the industry compared to the other rising girls. Your little reprieve associating with Devi Krysis and fighting Dorado Enterprises probably aided in you getting too comfortable and big for your britches too. Don’t forget, while Skylar is a future champion, they’re all in the infancy of their careers and it’ll be a long time before they even begin to be fully formed as competitors. It isn’t an insult, it’s only natural that you girls walk with baby steps as you try to get your footing in the world. Here at the top, things change drastically at a moments notice, and you always have to be upping your game to keep up with the wild terrain. So what if you used to get away from the Banshee a long time ago? Don’t you know the saying, what have you done for me lately? You were completely decimated on the very last Odyssey because the Banshee you once knew is gone! She’s has me honing her skills for better use! You’re all near the main event now, you, Hana, Banshee, Brookes, and since you got here near the top……Alyssa, I have to say you’re the one who has appeared to be the most lackluster out of the four of you. Banshee and Hana reinvented themselves and gained new powers as they have reigned terror on this division. Even Brookes got all so close to the world championship. You? You’ve just been coasting. Walking around with no sense of urgency because you think that briefcase guarantees you supremacy. I don’t think that kind of lackadaisical attitude is going to help your team get ahead. You’re carelessly cruising for a bruising little one, and you’re in the ring filled with women who have wanted to put you in your place for a long time.

Serena, I find it fascinating you’re worried about me keeping my relevancy, considering you’ve done nothing of note since you’ve signed to this company. As a woman who used to brush shoulders with greats and was on top of the world in other companies, don’t you think you might be projecting a little bit? Even without my championship, I can’t be left alone. Revy is still bothering me. Llorona comes looking for me to be on her team! Just like Revy once did when she recruited me into the Demo Corps before I was champion. You? You spend most of your time begging Aria to be put in matches and spending time backstage upset when she’s talking to other stars. But it’s better for you that people don’t pay too much attention to you lately Serena, I started to and was shocked and amused by the failures I’m seeing. You had to cry to Aria about how losing to Filth once shouldn’t disqualify you from getting a title match. Then when Aria gives you that opportunity by putting you in Ultimate X you go and lose again??? Sure, Daisy was also in that match, but unlike you she actually had to win a match to join this match at Civil War! I was listening to Daisy, and honestly, I agree with her. I don’t know where you get off thinking you’re doing any better than she is. Don’t confuse my teasing with being too harsh, I respect the “hustle” that you’re always trying to angle yourself into a better position by bothering Aria. Still, the fact you need to do that showcases you’re not in the position to be judging the relevancy of anyone.

In hunting and business, I am the same. Do you think I go around running after Gazelles on foot? I lay bait, pick my spots to snipe, and use traps. I have made myself a brand that all of Odyssey wants on their team, and once they come to get me I get my share of what I want from them back. You need to get on my level as star Serena because you are getting caught in an affair you don’t seem quite ready to survive in if you’re work in OWA so far is an example. It’s not your African-American Vernacular English that puts you out of place. It’s your inability to live up to your word that is getting you the bad looks. Being a promise-breaker might cut in on team Aria with the likes of that failure Rebecca Brookes, but here on my team we demand absolute supremacy that you’d never be able to understand. We go out and achieve our goals on a daily basis. So what if Aria’s in charge today? She won’t be after Civil War and all your cozying up to her will be for nothing. I’m sure you can already tell, your team doesn’t have the energy you expected they would do they? I bet someone told you Dulce was some sort of iconic leader. Fed you some nonsense that Revy had my number even though she’s only ever eliminated me from one match and lost to me countless times. You made the wrong business decision Serena, the fans and the status quo blinded you, now you find yourself unable to move with a bear trap at your leg. You and I both know that you’re just waiting for my team to come around and finish you at this point. And worry not, Serena, the suffering will be over once my team arrives at Civil War to put you out of your misery.

Dulce, I’m glad you put on your leader boots to come out here and address this match. For a second, I thought you were shaking in them so much that you might not even come out here and pop your head out to get smacked. You’re the one who gives your team any backbone to stand up to a talent roster that far exceeds anything they’ve done. You’re the former Women’s World Champion and multiple time Goddess Champion! Now I understand why you'd reject Stephanie as a pillar, she is a glory hound who rarely showed true interest in working on this brand. But my thing is, if she talks like a pillar, walks like a pillar, and is as friendly with the people in charge as a pillar is, I treat her like one. All I know is she's got that same annoying relic entitlement you have, even more of it than Khan had at least. Now I’m not going to agree with your statement about Final Destination, since one night is different from the whole PPV. But you’re right about the Promethean Chamber headlining Hardcore Havoc. I’ve gotten into such a habit of trying to stop Stephanie from somehow taking credit for me and Revy being the first singles one on one women’s world title match to headline an OWA all brand PPV that I began to paraphrase things for brevity, so I give you credit for catching my slip of the tongue. But so what? Do you forget I was the one who eliminated you from that Promethean Chamber? All you proved is that the big gimmick match with all the people in it that was closer and first the singles one on one match that was a closer all had one thing in common, Jonetta Stone! See this is why you and Stephanie are so similar, you keep trying to steal my credit as if I’m not around to put an end to the nonsense.

And of course, I don’t think you’ve lost your step or anything about being a has-been. The others that accuse you of that just don’t understand your problem, it’s not that you lost talent or got old, it’s that I made you a second fiddle player! I ended your championship reign! I got rid of your friend Viola and the Demo Corps ended the era of the pillars! Those narratives that exist and make you so angry are based on what I did and people not getting the message correctly! So when you’re not happy about where your career is right now, you need to think of me and remember that it’s going to stay that way as long as I am around! You think I’m going to let you stroll on back into the main event just because Aria likes you and I’m not world champion anymore? No, I’m going to get rid of Aria. I’m going to make sure you stay as miserable as I was that era where you and Diantha did everything you could to keep me down. To the point you were giving Diantha random rematches and Diantha allowed that witch Khan to come out of no where and take the title from her. I haven’t forgiven either of you! But Diantha works for The Banshee now, which makes her an asset under my monster’s power! So Diantha has certain leeway to enjoy her life. You are not so lucky, you are a woman that I'll hit with submissions, Cross Checks, and punches whenever I see your ugly little face! Because now I’m the leader of this brand, and I get to exercise my wrath on the people I dislike in the same way you once did, just wait and see when we drag Aria kicking and screaming out of Odyssey!

They say great players don’t always make great owners and gms. In fact, they rarely do. With the team Aria selected, I’d say it’s proof that belief is well-founded. Everyone loves Aria so much from her work as a competitor that none of you wants to accept that she doesn’t have an eye for talent. She’s no better than the last woman in charge, Viola. She doesn’t understand that faces of the future aren’t Alyssa and Brookes. The future belongs to Hana and the Banshee. The EAW signing that caused waves in OWA isn’t Serena, it’s Daisy Thrash. As for the big names of the brand today, it isn’t Dulce and it surely has never been Revy, it’s been me and Diantha.

I hate all pillars, but I always acknowledged that Diantha was the biggest pain in the ass out of all of them. The girl won two Clashes and reigned twice as World Champion, you just can’t get rid of her. In comparison, Dulce is easily put down. And me? I’m tied with the most successful championship defences in Odyssey world championship history, and I didn’t need my girlfriend to be in management to achieve that. I’m the greatest champion Odyssey has ever had. Before anyone wants to question what I did for this era, just remember there were five world championship reigns in a row with ZERO successful defences until I came in and saved the day with four of them. I truly can’t fathom how Aria allowed this to happen, the sheer ineptitude! Seriously, three world champions in one match, and the two more proven stars are the ones on the same team. This is going to be a slaughter because Aria allowed an All-Star team to be created against her team of one questionable ace, one woman who never became an all-star, and a bunch of rookies who are barely getting used to being off the bench. I truly can’t understand how anyone thought this could go any other way. I explained last promo why our team has a better history with tag team and faction wrestling. And even as singles stars, I just told you how much we outclass. I guess some just enjoy a good underdog story, forgetting why their favourites are underdogs in the first place. When Civil War is over in the new year, my team will prove why you shouldn’t have bothered waiting for a holiday miracle.

(Jonetta tosses away the presents for the rest of the roster so that Banshee can get rid of them and then rubs her hands at the reindeer as the camera goes to black.)

The camera opens up inside The Langham at Melbourne, a five-star resort near Marvel Stadium, the site for OWA Civil War 2021. The screen is focused on a door labeled “Chairman Suite,” as a white-gloved servant knocks on the door with three raps… but no answer… The door then opens on its own, the camera slowly advancing inside the suite. The suite has a beautiful view of the Melbourne skyline and the Yarra River, offset by its luxuriously decorated interior, with gold and silver sparkling on every shiny surface. Sitting inside at the large vanity mirror sits The Banshee, who appears to be writing things down in a ledger… one that appears SIMILAR to the same Celtic book which Jonetta now uses to control The Banshee’s actions… only this book is layered with a dark purple felt, and there’s a symbol… not a Celtic one, but one that resembles a bird of some sort, with a unique-looking tail. However, the image is so badly faded that most other details are not visible. As the camera zooms in closer towards The Banshee, her back to the camera, the lights in the room suddenly flicker off. As the lights come back on, it’s obvious that The Banshee is now standing in a different location, the posh hotel suite that Jonetta rented out for herself replaced by what appears to be an asylum patient room, possibly even from the local Kew Asylum, closed by 1990.
 
The Banshee looks around, apparently confused by the unplanned change in venue. The room itself is very dusty and decrepit, as if no one has stepped a foot into that room in decades. A light chuckle from across the room catches The Banshee’s immediate attention, as she growls over in that direction.
 
The Banshee: Who the hell are you!? And why interrupt me?! I DO NOT HAVE THE PATIENCE FOR GAMES RIGHT NOW!!!
 
Unseen Voice: Are you sure about that? After all, you have QUITE the fondness for games… going all the way back to childhood… Isn’t that right… Morrighan?
 
The Banshee: MORRIGHAN IS DEAD! A GHOST! A MEMORY! Why do you still haunt me with echoes of her still inside my soul? Just who do you think you are?
 
A figure slowly emerges from the shadows, showing what appears to be… MORRIGHAN MCDONNELL HERSELF! She looks very similar to her last appearance, after the conclusion of 2020’s Civil War event, when The Banshee performed a “self-lobotomy” in order to “kill off” the part of her brain where Morrighan still existed... except her hair looks a bit shorter. She’s wearing a dusty old cloak, and her face looks bruised and bloodied, as if she was just recently in a violent skirmish. The Banshee hisses at her in response, but the “ghostly image” of Morrighan just smiles in response.
 
The Banshee: HOW DARE YOU, BITCH!!! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD! YOU’RE JUST A BAD MEMORY!
 
Morrighan’s Ghost: Now now, we both know that you could NEVER COMPLETELY ERASE me from MY own mind… for you were BORN from MY PAIN, not the other way around! But instead of navigating that pain, you choose to ABUSE IT for selfish purposes! And now, look at the state you’re in: you’ve become nothing more than a trophy pet for Jonetta Stone, a woman so sinister that she makes you look like a saint by comparison!.
 
The Banshee: GET TO THE FUCKING POINT!!!
 
Morrighan’s Ghost: ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! If I told you what that “POINT” was… then how would you learn anything? However, since it’s the “most wonderful time of the year,” I do have an idea…
 
The Banshee: Oh Christ…
 
Morrighan’s Ghost: Not quite, though you’d do well to remember what he… and this magical time… can represent as symbols for those lost creatures that continue to ignorantly walk amongst the darkness… But tonight, you should reflect on what was…. what is… and what has not yet come to pass… and to assist, I’ll be your guide the entire time… You can never truly silence the host, after all...
 
The screen cuts to inside a dingy locker room. A very young-looking Morrighan McDonnell, not much older than thirteen years, angrily punches an old punching bag, appearing to be held together by faded strips of duct tape. The Banshee then appears out of nowhere, the young McDonnell stopping to look up at her, no fear showing on her face.
 
Young Morrighan: As you might be guessing, I represent your past… you know, B.T.B… Before The Banshee… But we are about to witness a crucial moment, aren’t we? How "we" first came to be... without our knowledge while it happened...
 
The Banshee: ….. Stop this right now…
 
Young Morrighan only smiles in response, right as two adult females barge in the locker room, going right through the ethereal forms of Morrighan and The Banshee. One of them appears to be in her forties, with dozens of scars all over her body and rips in her clothes. The other woman is Meghan McDonnell, although much younger. She’s still very tall for her age, though she will obviously grow another foot in stature in the following years… The first lady looks around suspiciously as she opens the lock on her locker, while Meghan proceeds to lock the locker room door.
 
Unknown Lady: Make sure it’s locked… you have no idea WHOM this ledger was taken from… You got the money?
 
Without a reply, Meghan pulls out a stack of Euros, casually tossing it to the other woman, who quickly skims it before shoving it inside her duffel bag, pulling out a familiar-looking Celtic ledger that now lies in Jonetta Stone’s possession. She looks down at the ledger, hesitating for a moment, then she tosses it directly to Meghan.
 
Unknown Lady: You do realize that, if you go through with the ceremony, you could unleash an ancient curse that will haunt your family… these old Celtic curses are not just folktales and myths told to frighten young children… the consequences are real!

Meghan McDonnell: I’m well aware of the “consequences,” but have you met anyone in my “family?” Besides, my father just “adopted” some other poor Irish orphan from the Galway countryside, and she means less to me than those tiny pet goldfish you can win at those fair carnival games, so the way I see it is this: low risk, high reward… That is the McDonnell’s creed…

Unknown Lady: (underneath her breath) more like the McDonnell’s “greed.”

Meghan McDonnell: Learned from my mother, of course… Aye, she was a wicked ol’ cunt, but brilliant and cunning! Why my goody-two-shoes stepfather continues to cling on to her fading memory is a mystery to me, but we don’t share much at all… not the same blood… beliefs… our differing ideologies on “generosity.” And Morrighan probably won’t fall to any curse, she’s too positive and “full-of-life” to let darkness cloud her thoughts…

The Banshee turns and looks right at Young Morrighan, who just blinks dryly in response.

The Banshee: Your adoptive sister will die by my fucking hands one day… her sigils of protection won’t last forever… And if she keeps trading favors as she’s doing, she won’t even have a soul left to barter with… once I send her back to Hell!
 
A bright light suddenly swallows up the room, the screen transitioning to a dark office somewhere in New York City, as evidenced by the dark skyline seen outside the window. Sitting at a large, mahogany desk is Meghan McDonnell, staring at her smart phone with a half-smile. A large bowl-shaped sphere sits on her desk, filled with various folders and paperwork… all appearing with the name “Morrighan McDonnell” and “Melissa O’Malley” appearing on them. Meghan appears to be chanting the same ancient language that Jonetta spoke weeks ago, putting her phone down as she finishes the chant.
 
Meghan McDonnell: I’m sorry, my dear sister… but you’re too far gone, completely consumed by The Banshee… this “curse” upon my family has become too detrimental to my businesses.. so now I must make... how I have always felt inside... official… Morrighan, you are no longer “bound” by bloodlines... you are no longer my sister... for you still now are… WHAT YOU NEVER TRULY COULD BE… A PART OF CLAN MCDONNELL!
 
(Meghan then strikes a match, dropping it into the ancient sphere, immediately igniting all the combustible elements into a dark, thick black cloud of smoke. The Banshee lets out a scream that, somehow, causes Meghan to look up despite not existing on the same plane at that moment. An older version of Morrighan emerges from the fire inside the fireplace, appearing similar to how she looked in her first few months on Odyssey… but her eyes are pure black, and her mouth just hangs open, appearing almost like a soulless puppet. Not saying a word, she just points right at Meghan, who’s now chuckling in a sinister tone, although traces of nervousness can be heard in her voice.)

The Banshee: Even those closest to Morrighan… closest to US… they never truly “CARED” for you… FOR US! Why bother showing me something that’s common knowledge?

(Black-Eyed Morrighan doesn’t say anything in response, but as she slowly points towards the sphere again… the same “bird-like” image appears, formed out of the smoke still roaring from the smoldering ashes… but emitting a green hue that burns a soft light around Meghan’s evil face, her eyes empty and devoid of any compassion or generosity towards others. The room shakes then, as another bright light engulfs everything. Moments later, the screen transitions to an old Celtic cemetery, where The Banshee sits perched on top of an old cross resting on a crypt, staring at a freshly-dug hole, big enough for a large casket to be set in. A figure, wearing only a dark cloak that masks any and all distinguishable features. The Banshee looks at the figure, not at all intimidated, before looking back at the empty grave.)

The Banshee: Let me guess… this “grave” belongs to somebody that Morrighan used to know… and like A Christmas Carol, I'm supposed to "learn a lesson" like Scrooge, forever changing my "wicked ways" thanks to the Christmas Spirit... But there is NO CHRISTMAS MIRACLE that can change THE BANSHEE! I’m forever a creature of chaos and madness! I cannot truly be controlled by anyone!

(The Banshee angrily leaps upon the cloaked figure, attacking it with Soul-Shattering Shrieks, screaming in rage with every angry punch. After a few moments, The Banshee grabs the cloaked figure by the hood, angrily ripping it off without any hesitance.)

The Banshee: Now let’s “Scooby-Doo” this fucking Holiday acid trip, and see who’s trying to fuck with me during my most-hated time of the year!

(As the camera regains focus, The Banshee’s mouth drops as she, along with the audience, slowly realize that the figure underneath the cloak… IS THE BANSHEE HERSELF! However, this “Banshee” has dark blue hair, a green tint to her skin, and a vastly-different make-up arrangement. This “Banshee” grins at her surprised doppelganger, her skin becoming transparent as her bones appear.)

The Banshee: Who… WHO ARE YOU!?! THERE IS ONLY ONE BANSHEE! I AM THE BANSHEE!!! ONLY ME!!!

Banshee’s “Twin:” Yes… there is only ONE of… US… And yet, now TWO exist in this world… which “contradicts” the CURSE, doesn’t it? But don’t look so confused, because while I may appear to be you… I AM SOMETHING ELSE… ENTIRELY… but until things clear up, you may simply address me as “The Siren.” I’m here to tell you a truth… a truth you CONTINUE TO DENY, yet it remains the same…

The Banshee: And what truth is that, pray-tell?


The Siren: Patience… soon, ALL WILL BE REVEALED… but you CANNOT CONTINUE down the path you’re on… otherwise, THE CURSE… will finally fulfill our family’s prophecy… prophecy… prophecy…

(The Siren’s words begin to echo out further, as the surroundings become engulfed in light once again. The screen transitions to an empty room, no windows or open doors seen. The Banshee sits on the floor, rocking back and forth, her arms cradling her knees.)


“The prophecy… The Siren… the curse… What does it all mean? What the hell is Morrighan trying to pull here? Someone’s watched one-too-many Christmas specials… but reality is a far crueler storyteller, because reality never “glosses over” the truth… something that Alyssa Grace is so talented at doing herself! You have a false sense of confidence in yourself, Alyssa… yet, believing you’ve “trumped” me in the past is just your revisionist way of trying to rewrite your own sad story… Remember that glorious time when you had ACTUAL GOLD around your waist? You were the most celebrated Goddesses Champion in history, even more-so than that B.A.B. (Below-Average Bitch) Dulce… until we finally crossed paths at last year’s Civil War event, where you lost the belt to Rebecca Brookes in that ridiculous six woman ladder match… thanks in NO SMALL PART to me! And how did you fare in the Clash the next month? Pretty well, right? Only you didn’t OUTLAST THE BANSHEE, DID YA?! Oh sure, you had an impressive win at Final Destination III, getting the rights to a briefcase that guarantees you a title shot almost whenever you desire… at least, when you’re not stupidly putting the Ascension to the Heavens case up for grabs against opponents that actually have a figurative pulse! 


On a personal note though, I did enjoy watching you beat Hana Nakajima like she owed you money, but one good deed doesn’t erase a plethora of terrible ones… and Alyssa, your sins are great… so great, in fact, that you’re going to drown before even realizing that you should’ve already been treading water for too long…
 
You might be “numb to [my] threats and insults,” Alyssa… but that’s only because Aria protects you like you're made of crystal... she puts in extra effort to keep our paths from crossing again… because she knows what you REFUSE to realize… Alyssa Grace can no longer last three minutes in the ring with me. You can disregard what happened in the past, because the past doesn’t matter now… You blindly keep drinking Aria’s Kool-Aid, not because you share her beliefs or that you’re Odyssey’s heroic “dark knight” or anything remotely noble at all… you’re nothing more than a hired thug in a skirt, so what makes your… arrangement… with Aria any different from mine and Jonetta’s? Besides the all-important fact that, while I have NO CHOICE in the matter… ALYSSA GRACE CHOSE to join Aria’s team… in the same manner that stupid people jump off the same bridge, so enjoy your short-lived suicide pact, especially while you still have breath in your lungs… because at Civil War, I’m going to decimate you… badly… I’m going to dress you up, head-to-toe, in your OWN BLOOD... to the point that you’re gonna be so bloody and mangled-looking, that you'll resemble a broken and used dinosaur tampon! You think you live in my head rent-free… that’s NOT actually true, though… after all, a good landlord only EVICTS when it’s the most beneficial for him or her, and Alyssa, your eviction notice is finally set to be served to you, directly at Civil War… your payment is due... in blood…

Serena Bennett, to answer your question... so that there’s no confusion about my words, and because I’m sure you’ve never cracked the hard spine on a thesaurus or dictionary before, here’s what I MEANT when I called you “GHETTO:” As an adjective, the word “ghetto” pertains to, or is a characteristic of life in a ghetto, or the people who live there; as slang: Often disparaging and offensive, noting something that is considered to be unrefined, low-class, cheap, or inferior…

Serena Bennett, I don’t care what color you are, what politics get you wet, or how far you’re willing to “whore yourself” out for future opportunities. You love to counter facts with claims of racism and ignorance, but really… you’re the ignorant one. I don’t care how you talk, dress, act, blah blah blah… My issue is with your HYPOCRISY! And you never denied it once, because your ego is so fragile that, in order to counter your insecurity, you run and hide behind your racial accusations like a suit of armor… but there’s a chink in the armor… You can’t stop running your mouth long enough to realize you haven’t said a single thing with substance to it… So save your dissertation for your P.H.D., professor, because YOU ARE NOT THE PERSON YOU CLAIM TO BE…

I do apologize for calling you “ghetto” though, because the real truth is this: THE BANSHEE IS MORE “GHETTO” THAN SERENA BENNETT COULD EVER HOPE TO BE! As I mentioned earlier, being “ghetto” can mean a great many things… but in YOUR OWN WORDS, you stated that being “ghetto” meant being labeled as.... Dirty.... Ratchet... Unprofessional… Unintelligent... Disadvantaged... Low-class… Unrefined... Insignificant... Black… Now, aside from skin color, those descriptions can ALL BE APPLIED to... ME, The Banshee! But with all your sponsorship prostituting, how would you even know what it feels like to be an impoverished, lower-class citizen? How sad for you, Serena… you’re so jealous of my credentials that you actually have “ghetto envy” flowing through those jealous veins of yours…

Yes Serena, people all over the world want me to perish daily… but it’s not due to the color of my skin, just as my desire to floss my teeth with your spleen has nothing to do with your skin color, either… And by the way, did you forget about Diantha Rosso and her mountain of achievements? She’s got a Hall-of-Fame Career, perhaps only surpassed by Aria Jaxon, and wouldn’t you know it… they are BOTH black women, similar to you! However, that’s where the similarities end, because you have yet to ACCOMPLISH ANYTHING in your blink-and-you’ll-miss-it-career ever since you arrived on Odyssey, but you think that your over-the-top confidence levels automatically puts you on the same echelon as Diantha, when you’re not even close to the wrestling ability or success of the fucking commentators! And what moron thinks it’s so “clever” to try to mock an opponent by bringing up past defeats… in title matches, to boot! Before you try pointing fingers and laughing at Diantha, ask yourself how many OWA title belts have you held before? How many main events have you ACTUALLY been a legitimate part of, and not just some warm body that Captain Planet-sized Ego Aria Jaxon needed for her pathetic team of Planeteers... presumably seeing you on the way to the bathroom? You try to insult a legend for having a storied career, predictably showing the world how fucking stupid you really are, despite your sponsorship deals… Jesus Christ Serena, you really are one foolish and naive bitch…

Don’t pull any muscles patting yourself on the back for trying to “educate” everyone on why calling you a “gang banger” fell flat as an insult… because it was never meant to be insulting. Hell, you clowned yourself when you tried “flipping it back on me,” consistently proving how inconsistent you are at paying attention to what a person is actually saying, instead wrapping yourself up in more slang terminology, according to you… It’s amusing how you contradicted yourself by making all non-black people the antagonists in your life story... but it’s a story we’ve heard before, and we have walking proof that your story is an outdated one, especially when considering that you OWN vehicles that most people of ANY color will never even get to see up close in their lifetimes! And I’ve never once caved to, or felt any… pressure… But at Civil War, you’ll feel the pressure cracking… in both your short-lived, sorry career… as well as feeling the pressure of me cracking each vertebrae in your spinal cord, bitch!

Revy… unlike others involved, I don’t really like or dislike you… because you matter so little to my plans… In the grand scheme of things... you’re nothing more than a fruit fly, amazingly durable and resilient despite having a very short lifespan, with little to offer the world. I know that Jonetta is personally looking forward to stomping your jaw into paste, while Diantha wants to see how much blood you can lose before losing consciousness… You’ve done a marvelous job painting such a large bullseye on yourself, that there isn’t much for me to say or do regarding your involvement in this match… You’re like a wildcard in poker... but only one that makes up a weak hand, like a small “two-pair:” sure, you could maybe win a hand here or there, but you’re so adept at losing that you often “fold,” either too quickly or too late… I would say that you’re safe from harm from me, only because I wouldn’t dream of robbing Diantha and Jonetta the pleasure of testing your pain resolve… but NO ONE IS SAFE FROM THE BANSHEE!!! ABSOLUTELY NO ONE!!!

Dulce Torres hasn’t had much to say, and really… should you actually feel surprise and shock from that? I mean, Dulce not saying much… must be a day that ends with the letter “Y,” but if you’re asking why Dulce is a fucking coward… One simply only needs to look at the monsters on my team… MY TEAM… Not Ms. Mariachi and her rent-a-thug Foot Clan… and you can see why Aria’s tenure as Odyssey GM will end at Civil War… Hana Nakajima… ugh… I really despise her, but she does bring… something, I guess, to the table… But back to Dulce, whom Jonetta perfectly described as being “average, completely unspectacular and unable to carry this division to where it needs to be.” To be honest, those words aren’t as savage as they should be… Dulce, you are nothing but an overrated centerfold slut meant to target the horny male teen demographics, and while others may like and respect you simply because of past sentiments… I HOLD NO SUCH LOVE OR RESPECT for some VASTLY OVERRATED CHIPMUNK who wouldn't know what actual talent is... even when it punches her in the fucking face!

Ugh… I really hate you Hana Nakajima, but just this ONCE, I’ll TRY to work with you… but IF you so much as LOOK at me in a manner that displeases me… I will bludgeon you to death with that fucking Athena’s Cup you stole from me… Then again, maybe I should simply cut off your hands and feet, which is how thieves were punished in the Dark Ages…

Anyways, there’s Daisy Thrash, who is being criminally overlooked by EVERYONE involved… except her teammates, who actually RECOGNIZE both her unique styles AND her past success… See that one word, Serena? SUCCESS… something that will NEVER come to you, based on talent alone… I’ll repeat what I said last time: DAISY THRASH IS A FUCKING BADASS!!! And I’m confident she’ll prove it at Civil War, just like Serena has proven that her mouth is better served for sucking dick than trash-talking opponents…

Rebecca Brookes… the hero Odyssey never wanted or asked for... and yes, I’m not confusing her for Natalie Cage, who’s nothing more than a blood stain now coating Diantha’s glorious knuckles…  Hey Rebecca, are you done crying in the locker room? Or you just gonna go cry in your car? You’re like a walking ad for antidepressants, which is ironic because seeing you as an active roster member is a very depressing thing indeed… 

I’d love to see you and Hana literally kill each other, but that’d rob me of the very same pleasure… So just trust in the knowledge that, like everyone else that has ever undermined and underestimated my powers… you will suffer like you were going through heroin withdrawals… again… Everyone is trying to treat Stephanie "Cloud" Matsuda’s victory almost as if it was your own… but average people like you NEED to celebrate EVERY mundane accomplishment you get… because you never actually can ACHIEVE greatness on your own, can you? You really should thank all your dance partners, making it look like you can dance yourself, masking the truth that you lack any rhythm in the ring…

And really, there is NO PROPHECY to speak of… But The Curse of The Banshee… that’s quite real, and it’s already affecting everyone involved… some in more “unexpected ways” than others… but MY CURSE WILL CHANGE THE LANDSCAPE OF ODYSSEY… FOREVER… BAH, HUMBUG! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

PORTLAND, OREGON
1:45 AM - CHRISTMAS MORNING

 
A large red leather chair sits in the center of a dimly lit room. The room seems to be within the confines of a run down abandoned barn or shack. The dim light casts eerie shadows along the wooden walls. The howling wind outside seeping in through the cracks of the wooden walls.
 
So, this is what is has come down to, huh?
 
A dark figure in the chair shifts his body ever-so slightly. The man stares at the cane as he runs his hands over it. The little bit of light shimmers off from the golden wolf’s head that adorns the tip of the cane. The light illuminates the man’s face for a quick second.
 
The Ultimate Disharmony himself...

J.D. Damon.
 
DIMENSIONAL WARFARE?!
 
…Haven’t we already dealt with this fucking bullshit?!


Damon places the cane on his lap as his leather jacket covers his body. A hood covers his head as pieces of his long, dark hair hangs down in front of his face.
 
Off and on for the past year - for the past three-hundred and sixty-five days - I have been awoken in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat, with the images of what happened last year when we had to deal with this bullshit. The smell of it. The sounds of it. I remember it all. I can remember it just like it was yesterday. Not a single day has gone by that I have not thought about that night. The night that we had to fight in the “Great War” against The Ashes of the Wake and Shin-SEKAI. We had to do whatever it took in order to defend our precious Kingdom. The Kingdom that we have all grown to love. The Kingdom that we all are very protective of. In the end… I stood triumphantly with my brothers in arms by my side, but at what cost did we win? AT WHAT FUCKING COST?! Well, let me remind you all. Our win that night cost a fucking life. Someone’s life! And not just any ordinary “someone,” that someone was my brother. My brother who I could call in the middle of the night with any problem in the fucking world and I knew he would be right there answering my call. My brother who I have gone to battle with and against many, many times. A brother whose legacy I swore would live on forever. Kenny Drake lost his life that faithful night because of that son of a bitch Abholos. Kenny sacrificed himself for what exactly?! Only for Abholos to return?! The same exact Abholos that I made a fool out of on Kingdom. The Abholos who thought wholeheartedly that he was going to be the one to lead the final team in this Dimensional Warfare bullshit. But, oh was he wrong; he was very wrong. And now here I am… leading my remaining my brothers… my FAMILY… into war once again. Three men who I have grown to love over the past year. Three men who I have fought against several times, but at the end of the day we always remembered that it was strictly business. There was no love loss between us. And to be completely honest… I am completely honored to be able to stand side-by-side with these three men as we go back to WAR. As we go to war one more time, but this time? This time we go to war not as The Protectors of Kingdom... not as The Frontline or The Mafia.

This time...

We go to WAR as WOLVESDEN!

Damon stands from his chair, the cane of Kenny Drake in one hand as he raises it high above his head. 


I have told you all that Wolvesden will live on forever. Kenny has been gone an entire year, and when I am dead and buried six-feet deep with maggots and worms eating my flesh... Wolvesden will continue to live. And I want my brothers to know. I want Bishop, Long, and Pavel to know that as long as I am still standing... 

As long as I still have a breath in my body that I will fight for you... I will DIE for you. 
 
You know… this whole idea behind Dimensional Warfare still doesn’t… sit well with me. I mean, sure, I have Michael Bishop, Jason Long, and Theodor Pavel by my side. Three of the greatest competitors that Kingdom has to offer. The current reigning Outlaw Champion, The Dreadknight himself. Former Spartan Champion, The Best Bout Machine, and the man who is going to rip the OWA World Championship from Arata Asakura’s dead hands in a matter of weeks in Theodor. What more could I ask for?! The thing that doesn’t sit well with me is the fact that I have to stare across from the battlefield at Jeff X. Jeff is the first person who welcomed me with open arms after what transpired last year at Civil War. Jeff is the man who gave me a home within The Frontline when I no longer had a home to go to. Jeff shouldn’t be apart of that Jiyuu-SEKAI team. NO! Jeff should be with his brothers. He should be fighting the good fight with his fucking family. I guess you can’t always get what you want, eh? Unfortunately for Jeff he has to deal with the unfortunate consequences of being a member of a losing team. A team that is going to feel the wrath of this hybrid version of Wolvesden. Along with Jodan Jonouchi, Christopher Sabertooth, and Finnegan Wakefield.
 
Now, don’t get me wrong. Sabertooth and Wakefield are two of the most superior athletes to ever grace an OWA ring. Two men who are former World Champions. Two men who are definitely going to be first ballot hall of famers, but this isn’t about what any of us has accomplished. This isn’t about who may or who may not one day become enshrined forever in the hall of fame. This… this is about much more than all of that. This is about restoring the Kingdom brand - the brand that my team and I have busted our asses off for - to its former glory. This is about becoming a fucking GOD! And I know damn well that my men will do whatever it takes to make sure that not only are we the greatest on Kingdom, but the greatest in the entire fucking universe.
 
Did you hear that?!
 
I asked…
 
DID YOU MOTHERFUCKERS HEAR THAT?!
 
My main goal, beyond being the one to restore Kingdom to her former glory, is to make sure that Wolvesden goes down in history not only as the greatest thing in our sport, but to go down in history as the greatest faction in the UNIVERSE!
 
Jeffrey… you and I have seen eye-to-eye for a very long time now. When we have been forced to face each other in the ring, despite it all we still look at each other knowing damn well that at the end of the night… we are brothers. Brothers to the fucking end. But in these current circumstances that we have been placed in… the current battlefield that we find ourselves on… well, to put it simple, my friend, this is just business. Unfortunately, things didn’t line up the that they should have. Like I said before, if it was up to me you would be with me and the newest iteration of Wolvesden. You would be standing beside your brethren fighting in this war. But! But. You’re not. Instead, you find yourself teaming with that scumbag Jodan Jonouchi, your new “best friend” and tag team partner in Christopher Sabertooth, the same man who you and I did whatever we could to put an end to last year, and Finnegan Wakefield. I’m sorry, Jeff. Shit, I’m sure Bishop, Jason, and Theo are sorry as well. Sorry that all of this, everything we worked hard for, has to end this way. I still respect you, Jeff, but I will never - NEVER - respect the men you are going into battle with. Never.
 
Damon shakes his head in disapproval at the thought of Jeff being on opposite sides of this whole ordeal.
 
However, when all of this is all said and done and Dimensional Warfare is nothing but a distant memory in our heads, we can all laugh about this and grab a beer or two. I know you like your beer, Jeff. We can still do that, right?
 
Now who else is there? The Golden Dawn? Nah, I’ll leave those assholes for last. Stark… Nathan Fiora… Noah Quinn… Azumi Goto. On paper this team seems pretty legit, but in reality? In reality these four have nothing going into this war. Nathan Fiora… the former Omega Heavyweight Champion. A man who once held this company and the Olympus brand in the palm of his fucking hand, and now what does he have? Absolutely nothing. He thought for sure he was going to take the Spartan title away from Jason Long and strap it around his waist. However, Noah Quinn had other plans, eh Fiora? Tell me, Nathan… tell me… how does it feel? How does it feel to have been beaten by your own kind? Someone like Noah Quinn who you consider your “student” beat you like a fucking red headed step child over a championship belt? I know the old Nathan Fiora wouldn’t have stood for that kind of bullshit. But, this is the old Fiora that we have grown to hate, now is it? The man who was once at the top of his game is nothing more than a shell of his former self. You all want to talk about me? You want to talk about me and my descent down that metaphorical ladder of success? Shit, take a good, hard look at Fiora over here. A man who beat The Derelict for the Omega Heavyweight Championship… is getting beat by his own friend. That just does to show what version of Father Fiora we will be facing come Civil War.
 
Azumi Goto… how does it feel to be the new number one contender for the OWA World Championship?
 
Oh.
 
Wait.
 
You’re not. You thought you could get the last laugh when you pinned me in the middle of the ring at The Festival in order to get your shot at Arata, but how did that work out for you? Not very well I assume. Considering you had your skull damn near crushed by Theo. I tried telling you, Azumi. I warned you. If it wasn’t going to be me, it was going to be Theo. But you didn’t listen. You wanted to be just like Aria Jaxon… you wanted to be just like Tarah Nova… you wanted to go in an attempt to win the OWA World Championship. But you failed. You failed miserably, much like you and the rest of your team failing at Civil War. You are a loser, Azumi. Do you understand what I just said? You… a Hall of Famer… are a fucking loser. Why do you think that the God Council threw you onto this team? This half-assed team lead by fucking Stark of all people. Perhaps I was being a little too nice when I called your team “legit.” It’s not legit… not even in the least bit. A team of losers. Nothing more… nothing less. Losers who will learn things the hard way. Losers who will finally realize their places. 

Damon chuckles to himself for a moment, as he stares down at the ground below him.

The Golden Dawn... the team that I decided to leave for last. You know... my issue isn't directly with The Golden Dawn. I see The Golden Dawn as mere pawns in Arata Asakura's little game of bullshit. That's exactly what they all are. Pawns. They are nothing but a bunch of "yes men" who do whatever the fuck Arata tells them to do. My problems lay directly with the leader of The Golden Dawn. The man who got awfully butt hurt when statues of Kenny Drake and Moongoose McQueen are unveiled instead of a statue of him. Sorry, Arata, they couldn't find a pile of shit big enough to carve you out of.

I am ashamed, Arata.

Seriously.

I am ashamed to have my name be anywhere near yours. I am ashamed that I have to be a part of the same wrestling organization as you. I am ashamed that I have to be a part of the same brand, the same television show on a weekly basis as you. I am ashamed to have you as the OWA World Champion, the man who is supposed to be leading his company, leading his brand, but the only thing that he is doing is tarnishing that championship belt that he wears around his fucking waist and trying to destroy the very company that signs his paychecks. I am ashamed, Arata, of this organization... ashamed of the powers that be within the Omega Wrestling Alliance... for allowing you to become the main event level performer that you are today. I am ashamed that they continue to allow to have you as their World Champion. It downright sickens me, Arata. 

You are nothing more than a complete and utter hack, Arata. I don't give a rat's ass whether you're the world champion or not, because if I have it my way, that title won't be in your possession for too much longer. And to be completely honest with you... I don't care who takes it off from you. I don't care in the least bit. Anybody, and I mean ANYBODY, could be a better champion than what we have right now. Give it to Udy of all people. I. Don't. Care. 

And to tell you the truth...

I didn't listen to a single word that you uttered from your suck hole. Not a single one. Because I know you very well, Arata, and I know that you are all TALK. So, it really doesn't matter what you have to say. The only ones who truly care? The only ones who truly give a shit about what you have to say is your little Golden Dawn idiots that follow you around wiping your ass 

To me?

To me you are nothing more than a chicken shit coward.

A coward who HAS to hide behind a group. A coward that has to have other people do their dirty work for them. That's what you have become, Arata? A fucking coward? I can't speak for Bishop... for Long... for Theo... but in my eyes you are the biggest mistake in this wrestling promotion's history. And when all of this is over. When this war is finally over. When me and the rest of my Wolvesden stand triumphantly over everyone's dead bodies, you know what they will call you, Arata?

Damon leans into the camera, his dark bloodshot eyes widened like a mad man.

A chicken shit coward.

A smirk spreads across Damon's face, as he slowly leans back and takes a seat back into his chair. 

That, my old friend... is your legacy that you will leave behind. Some legacy, eh?!

I think...

I think that is pretty much it... for now.

If there is one thing that I want to leave you all to ponder on is this:

Everyone is in this war on opposite teams want nothing more than to become Kings. The Kings of Kingdom, if you will.

But that's where you all have it twisted.

Because when you all are tearing each other limb from limb just to become a King...

Wolvesden will be over here laughing at every single one of you while we become fucking...

GODS!


Wolves...

Aeternum!

Golden Dawn Hideout
Time Unknown, Date Unknown



Emmy and her bodyguard Sonya walked quietly through the network of corridors that led to the meeting place that had been arranged for them to come into contact with Arata, arguably Emmy’s most bitter rival. She had managed to wrestle the Shogun Championship away from him but in their previous match he was able to return the volley and become King of the World at her expense. Her heels made a very loud, distinct clicking sound as she moved towards two tough looking teenage boys. Studying them closely, Emmy figured they were possibly Yakuza underlings. They opened the door for her and Sonya and  they started to go inside before one of them started shouting.

“No! Just you!” 

The two women exchanged glances, Sonya appearing to be the more concerned of the two. Emmy gave her friend a reassuring nod before walking in. Considering how strong the six-foot tall woman was, throwing around those two wouldn’t have been much of a problem if it came to that. Emmy saw Arata waiting for her, but the very first thing she would lay her eyes on was the King of the World crown he had won, on full display at the front of his massive desk. 

“Motherfucker….”

Arata was beaming, something that was extremely rare as far as Emmy knew. She made her way to an empty chair directly in front of his desk and settled in. Arata took a sip of water before breaking the very tense silence between the long-time enemies. 

“When Myojin suggested this, I would have never imagined that you would have agreed to meet with me, nevermind arrive to discuss terms. I am definitely curious as to why you would agree to team with someone that you absolutely hate.” 

“I’m not someone who is particularly high on your list of best friends either, am I? You wanted to do business and so here I am.” 

Emmy took a manilla envelope and tossed it over to Arata’s desk. Some flunky nearby opened it up and delivered the contents to him, which he read over thoroughly before letting out a low, condescending laugh.

“I should have known that most of your demands would be as materialistic as possible. These are fairly…acceptable terms.” 

“There’s something else.”

“Something else?” 

Emmy got up from her seat, approaching the leader of Golden Dawn’s desk, her heels clicking. The same lowly minion who retrieved her envelope earlier moved to stand in her way but Arata waved him aside with a simple gesture of his hand. With her cell phone out, Emmy pulled up something while Arata looked on curiously while waiting for the purpose of this….then looked up in confusion once she had retrieved a picture.

“Who is this?” 

“Someone I’m looking out for because I have a debt that needs to be paid. I want you to give your word that when that boy gets here, you leave him be. No attacks by your goons. No recruiting for your group. Nothing. You let him develop at his own pace.” 


Arata tilted his head.

“Why didn’t you ask for this in writing?”

“With all the people coming to get a piece of your ass, I figured money and perks would be the last of your troubles. This, I just wanted to hear from you, face to face, person to person. Neither of us are Shogun Champions anymore, but I would suspect a “King” would have some semblance of honor still…right?” 

“......Right. As you wish. Provided you hold up your end of the deal and contribute to the cause of the Golden Dawn, the protection that you wish to set aside for that boy will be granted. As well as all the other provisions that you have laid out in terms of compensation.” 


“Good.” 

Having gotten the agreement she came to get, Emmanuelle took her leave, walking towards the exit with a pace she didn’t know she had.

“Emmanuelle. Before you go, I want you to understand one thing: If you betray me, no matter where you are in the world, no matter what company you work for, it will be open season on you….and your boy.” 

Emmy looked back over her shoulder with a cold, emotionless stare. Arata could see the malice that was brimming underneath the surface but as always, he kept his cool.

“Just have that robot Daito and Myo ready.” 



There’s a few of you who may not know who I am. That’s cool. I’ll be happy to let you know. The name’s Emmanuelle. I’ve gotten a lot of nicknames over the couple of years I’ve been in the business: Princess of The Palisades, the Platinum Standard, the Silver Starlet, Once in a Blue Moon Talent, The Stylish Shogun, so on and so forth. I was in OWA for a cup of coffee but I didn’t do too much. Always being about the money, once I realized that I could make more wrestling in WrestleWorld, Project Honor, and doing a few things here and there in Japan, I peaced out. Now there’s some of you who have taken that to assess my time here as being a failure. Well, anytime I get maximum paper for doing minimal work, I’m cool with that. I’m fine with OWA being part of my past and NOT being much part of my present or future. 


So, now that you know who I am, I’m sure the next question is…”Why is she here?”


Well, I can start by telling you what I’m not here for, just so there is as little confusion as possible about this. I’m NOT here to be a full-time member of the OWA roster again. There may come a time where I decide to drop back in and if the price is right I’ll happily go back to Odyssey. But the thing is, I do pretty well without having to come here. My calendar’s full, my bank accounts are feeling pretty healthy, and I’ve been given everything I could possibly want. I’m NOT here to join the Golden Dawn. Shouta is a wonderful person, even if he looks confused to a lot of you right now. He’s finding his way and once I feel like he has the mentality in place that he really should have, he’s going to be a very dangerous person for a LOT of people to step in the ring with. Don’t know Jack, don’t really care about him, but I’ve got someone in my corner in WrestleWorld that reminds me of him. He’s loyal, about his business, and he’s tough. And of course there is the Man himself: Arata. I can assure you all that I don’t hold him in that high of a regard. As a man, as…well, anything. I don’t like him, and most other times I would gleefully jump into the fray just to give him a receipt that he earned at King of the World for denying me a crown that I clawed and scrapped for. Most other times, I would look out there and see people like Jeff X, Michael Bishop and even Christopher Sabertooth and be excited to pick a side and join up with them. 


But this ain’t one of those times. 


I’m the smoking gun brought in, the game-changing DLC put into your video game of a company to nerf every motherfucker stupid enough to stand in my way. I’m not here to play your game. I’m just here long enough so that Arata and his boys can win it and I can catch my private jet out of this fucking hellhole. 


Why? 


I know that’s the question that some of you still have. Well, Arata’s got the understanding that my labor isn’t cheap. A discount for my help he’s definitely not getting. But there’s also something a little more to the story. Something that’s not your business, but I’ll divulge a little anyway. There’s someone on the way to OWA pretty soon, from the same training background as myself, someone who I have taken under my wing…even though I didn’t really want to. This deal was struck to ensure their safety and well-being once they arrive because I know how much that prick Arata would love to harass and try to recruit someone who is connected to me in any shape or form. It’s bad enough that Myo trusts him, but with this boy who is still greener than goose shit, this kid that’s my responsibility as he starts working his way up the wrestling ranks, I’m not having that. 


Now that I’ve cleared up exactly why this alliance that the formation of was so shocking that the typically-dormant OWA Twitter account announced my presence, do you mind if I tell you all a little bit about yourselves? HAVE YOU ALL GONE FUCKING NUTS?! I look around and I don’t know exactly what the hell is going on. Have I accidentally been dropped in a real-life simulation of Mortal Kombat Armageddon? Am I back in the time of the Crusades when thousands upon thousands of idiots died for their particular Sky Daddy of choice? People think that this match is going to determine the fate of a whole fucking planet, that life and death are hanging in the balance? I’m not too keen on religion, but I understand it. My mother is a proud, practicing Catholic and even though my father doesn’t have a particular religion, he believes in forces that control things. But…the absolute nonsense that people on ALL of these teams are spouting? The complete and utter fuckery that I’ve endured hearing for the past few weeks? 


Everyone of you who believes in that rubbish needs to be in a damn looney bin. A wish from some Sky Daddy to change the world…absolute bullshit. Then again, people have gone to war and died believing in similar nonsense throughout history, so I shouldn’t be as shocked as I am. Not only taking that fact into account, I look at some of the people involved and I’m starting to try to put the pieces together of this trainwreck. I’ve known for a long time that people like Fiora and Stark were insane. I used to think that it was cocaine or some very potent mushrooms that got them to where they are, but after hearing Stark speak and taking a look at Fiora’s recent nonsense I realize that they’re just insane. They say that pro wrestling does horrible things to the minds and bodies of those who stay in longer than they should have. If the bullshit Stark says is any indication he should have retired back when he was in EAW stinking up the joint. I tried hard to glean any meaning from what Stark has babbled about and in all honesty I’m completely lost. And his faith in Fiora is as misplaced as his anti hallucinogenic medication is apparently.


I’ve been told that one guy, who apparently April Song knows so I’m definitely sure he is a nutjob, will channel the “inner Moongoose McQueen in his spirit” and that will help lead his team to victory?


……..Fucking what? 


I would expect this kind of bullshit from little children who don’t know better, but this is the kind of nonsense that’s been brewing since I left OWA. At least on Odyssey there’s a practical issue with regard to who leads the brand. Sure, there’s some weird shit going on with The Banshee and Jonetta and whatever murderdeathkill trip Diantha is on, but at least some degree of logic and reasoning is there. These people on Kingdom have just lost everything that attaches them to reality. But you know what? I’m not going to dignify anymore of that rubbish. I don’t care about your Sky Daddies, Your Wish, Your Dead Friends, The Titles that you’ve lost, any of this. I only care about two things: the preservation of my reputation as one of the fastest rising stars of this sport…and making sure that Golden Dawn emerges from this cesspool of idiocy victorious. 


So, now that I’ve addressed the team aspect of this, there are some things that some little birdies have been chirping about that have caught my attention. Azumi Goto. Heh. Are you still mad I clocked the shit out of your sister in Japan that one time? Yeah, I had a couple of matches here and said fuck it. I went back to bigger and better things, you know, like becoming a double champion and having my pick of any blonde, brunette, or redhead I wanted, flying first class everywhere, being touted as one of the fastest-rising stars in wrestling, the usual. In what fucking UNIVERSE am I anything like you? First of all, I’m way prettier….even though I’ll admit you’re fairly easy on the eyes. Second, we wrestle different styles altogether. Do you think just because I have some Japanese blood in my veins and beat that big ugly goof Scott Oasis for a title like you did that I’m in any way similar to you or WANT TO BE? 


If anything, I’m honestly offended that you didn’t compare me to one of your contemporaries like Aria Jaxon or Stephanie Matsuda or April Song or Alyssa Grace, you remember them, right? The ones who kicked your ass your entire career, the ones with actual talent? “I’m fighting to save my sister from Golden Dawn! I’m fighting to bring her back!” Do I look like I give a fuck? If anything, I understand completely why she would go to Golden Dawn instead of being around you. You’re nothing more than a traitorous bitch. Oh yeah, I’ve heard a lot of stories about you. From when you were in Jersey, from when you were in Japan. Tag partners, corporate sponsors, oh no, little Zumi-chan, don’t pretend like YOUR hands are fucking spotless. They’re just as bloodied and dirty as anyone in this match and you know it. So, here’s some free advice: let your sister be her own woman. If she wants to hang around with ubermensch-preaching fuckwads, let her. I’m sure if she wanted to learn how to be a mediocre joshi who can’t hold a candle to her teacher, she’ll give you a call. Shit, I’ll wager she has you on speed-dial for that! 


Noah Quinn? You’re a fine wrestler. You’re the Spartans Champion here, right? Well, that’s great. I’d like to let you know that I really don’t care about the prize, the Golden Dawn, or you really. I’m simply here to do what needs to be done so that Arata can do whatever little Thanos snap nonsense he’s planning on so I can get paid and go back to amassing titles and accolades elsewhere. For everything I’ve seen of you before, you seem like a practical guy with practical reasoning. And you know what, I respect that you are in this for a Prize and that you’re self-aware that greed is tearing the unity that you thought your brand had against Arata apart. You may not want to admit it, but all of this plays in the favor of Golden Dawn. I’ve looked at these alliances, even the one that you’re a part of, and they all look fragile. They don’t look like groups of people prepared to lay it on the line for each other. Just like you said, a little carrot gets dangled in front of them and they all get squabbling like snot-nosed children.


ME, I’m built differently. I don’t have to like Arata or anyone on his team to function like I know I can. I don’t have to have a prize dangled in front of me as extra incentive. Every match, no matter how dangerous, no matter how stupid, no matter what the odds….I give everything. And more times often than not, I win. Like in WrestleWorld’s DreamScape match. Like in the Seven Gates of Hell in Project Honor. Lil’ Ol Emmy, one of the smallest people in the match surrounded by big beefy men and psychopaths and everything else…I got the job done. I survived. I’ve not made my bones in OWA like most of you have, but I’ve put in work, get me? I’m not scared of anything or anyone drawing breath on this earth or existing in some penthouse in the sky. If you think that Stark is some kind of God, then I suggest you pray to him. And pray well. Because when I get my hands on you, Champion or not, I’m going to show you why these hands and feet are some of the most feared weapons in wrestling. I’ll show you what the Platinum Standard is all about.


Christopher. We know each other pretty well by now. I don’t know what good guy act you’re putting on now and what your trip is with Jeff X, you two being the Tag Champions around here and all but there is something I want to make very plane: As much as I despise Arata, as much as after this match is over I want his Space Pirate-slash-Corporate Dick ass hit by a truck once he leaves the arena….I hate you even more. And I’m sorry to say that in some respects, it HURTS me. I have respect for you as a wrestler. You took the very first major title that I ever held from me with the help of Havoc. You have nothing but high praise for me every time you speak. But don’t you understand: THAT JUST MAKES THE FEELING FUCKING WORSE! 


You violated me. Not so much physically…but psychologically, emotionally. I was on my way to fulfilling my dream of making the Shogun Championship synonymous with Excellence. Arcadia was supposed to be the moment where I cement my legacy. Less than two years in the business and already a headline, already a hall-of-fame caliber career. IN ONE NIGHT: YOU. TOOK. THAT. AWAY. And as much respect I have for you as a person, as much respect I have for you as a wrestler….I can’t forgive you. I can’t forgive you for that sickening feeling. I can’t forgive you for driving me to such a state THAT I SHAVED MYSELF BALD IN FUCKING SHAME. You want to preach about saving the world, about how you don’t want to die…I DIDNT WANT TO LOSE MY FUCKING TITLE EITHER! 


We can’t always get what we want. The Powers that Be in the Neutral Territories seem to be content to ignore me and not give me the return match that former champions are typically given verbatim. So, at least for now, I have to settle for making your life a living hell. I almost took your career from you once before, but seeing you as one in the number opposing the Golden Dawn makes it a very easy reason for me to take this match on. I hope, I really do, that you and I cross paths towards the end. That with the last few breaths that you take, you watch us take the victory. I want to see it all, Christopher. The same hurt, the same pain, the same feeling of absolute despair. I want to see it in your eyes, I want to FEEL the weight of the world as it comes crashing down on your heart…just like you did to me. I don’t give a damn about the rest of the world and I certainly don’t give a damn about you. I just know that the only way that I’ll ever sleep at night peacefully on a consistent basis again is by beating you and Havoc…wherever he is. I can’t forgive. Not yet. Not right now. To most people I’m some hired hand, to you…I should be the one who keeps you up at night. 


Not Arata.


There’s others involved in this match, like Jeff X, but honestly they don’t register much in my mind. Faceless, wordless drones as far as I’m concerned. But there’s one person that I want to fight solely for the purpose of fighting. There are very few people that make me legitimately excited to do something in this business. Mr. Bishop, you’re one of them. For months now I’ve been trying to track the Dreadknight down. Maybe I have a death wish, maybe I’m just fucking stupid, maybe I want to prove myself to one of the last real men walking this earth. You know my background. I know your background too. And I’ll be honest, spending time training with you on occasion was not my idea of fun. But this is. I don’t know what GI Joe type crap you’re hawking about defending freedom and saving the world: that’s not my problem. My main objective is a simple one, and I will make sure it gets done, one way or another. But just like video games have their main story arcs, this match has it’s sidequests. I don’t give a shit about the Prize, but beating you would send the message that I definitely want to send to the wrestling world. I know how much you’re respected, how dangerous you are. I have been craving the opportunity to throw hands with you for real since I started out in Reseda years ago. Believe it or not, even though my style is really nothing similar to yours, you’re one of the biggest influences I have. Your mentality is something I have always echoed in my own way. Anybody can get it at any time, including you. I almost feel insulted that you would tell me to back off, but I didn’t expect any less from you. But you KNOW how I am wired. You KNOW I don't care about how dangerous a fight is, I’m going to show up and square up.


You could say that I’ve decided to fuck around…I can’t wait to find out if the legendary Michael Bishop is man enough to make me FIND OUT. 


All of you need to understand something: my coming here is the point of no return for the chances of any of you winning this shit besides the team I’m on. You can take your gods, your prizes, your makeshift alliances, your dead friends, your family issues, your fight for freedom, your fight to save the world, take all that and shove it up your asses.


I’m here to get motherfuckin’ paid and beat all your asses. And I dare any of you to try and stop me from doing just that. 

The room is dark. The only light came from a sad-looking Christmas tree that is front and centre. The tree is covered in multi-coloured string lights and decorated with unconventional objects. Empty cans of beer, food wrappers and sex toys littered the sparse tree. A large gold-plated championship belt was nestled into the middle of the tree. The “tree skirt” beneath it was nothing more than garbage bags. Sitting cross legged beneath the tree was none other than our Openweight Champion, Rebecca Filth. 

The blonde was dressed in an oversized Merry Filthmas jumper (available now on OWAShop.com) and nothing more than a pair of fishnet stockings, black thong and black combat boots. Her long dirty locks were tied up into a messy bun with pieces falling out everywhere. A smug smirk was spread across her face as she smiled coyly into the camera. 

“Twas the night before Filthmas and all through Melbourne, 
not a creature was scared of April, especially not our own queen of porn. 
The coveted title was hung on the tree with care, 
Ready for our whore to defend it in a bloody affair. 
The Killer Bee was in over her head, 
Would she end up a loser, or simply dead?
It didn’t matter what she thought she had in store,
The bitch would be put down with a Full Metal Whore,
Or maybe a La Petite Mort.”

A small laugh escaped her dark painted lips as she rocked backwards gently. Bex was pretty proud of her little rhyming affair. And you could see it written all over her face. 

“I’m a woman of many talents. Fighting. Fucking. And even rhyming. Who knew?! Not you. I’m sitting beneath the tree today, because I am the gift that keeps on giving. I am a gift to this brand. To this company and to the world as a whole. Since slinking into this company, I have lit a fire under the ass of women all over the world. Hell, I had our own little April Song march back in here, itching to get her hands on the whore. I mean, who wouldn't want to roll around with me inside that ring? I have many subscribers who would pay a hefty sum to have the absolute gift of touching my soft, porcelain skin. 

And you just get it for free, April. If you ask me, I’m already blessing your holiday season. You get to touch me for free and you get the gift of me bringing a relevance to your career that it doesn’t fucking deserve. Honestly, asking to also leave with my championship? It seems a little greedy to me. Something that might get you put on the naughty list. 

Let’s be real for a second here, April. We both know exactly how this match is going to go down. I know that there are people out there with their little rose-coloured glasses on hoping to witness a Christmas fucking miracle. I see the frenzy on social media. The ‘what if’s floating around. Just imagine. April Song makes her grand return and upsets the reigning champion. She is finally able to win a title, something that she relatively sucks at. She is finally able to stand tall in OWA again, holding a belt by beating a champion that actually matters. Imagine that fanfare. Imagine the pop in the arena when this so-called legend, this veteran in this sport takes her career back into her own hands and stands tall over the dirty little whore.”

Feigning emotion, the Gutter Whore places her hand dramatically on her chest. She holds it here for a beat, taking in a deep breath. But quickly, her green eyes dark back to camera with a sly glare. 

“Unfortunately for you, this isn’t that kind of Christmas story, April. All that is is imagination. The dreams and wishes of delusional people who refuse to look at the real picture. And the reality is, I’m fucking untouchable! 

The reality is that you are about to walk into a match that I know you are fucking unprepared for. Honestly, the lack of research and knowledge you skanks come into matches with me with is my favourite thing about this shit. I’m the one that doesn’t care but you can’t be bothered to pay attention to my career even slightly? I’ve only been champion for like four months! You think because you’ve watched two of my fucking matches that you are ready to step into the ring with me?! I thought this was your fucking livelihood April? I thought this was your fucking everything!? I could live off of my OnlyFans subs tomorrow if I wanted to. If I didn’t get off heavily on putting bitches like you in your place. But why would I do that? Why would I give any of you wastes of fucking space the satisfaction of existing without my foot on your fucking neck?! That’s not how I roll. 

It’s fucking hilarious to watch you come out here and parrot literal things I said about the Openweight Championship at Hardcore Havoc. Tell me you didn’t watch my previous video without telling me you didn’t want my previous videos, bitch. You hope to win this belt to redefine it? You want to raise it above the Goddess Championship? BITCH WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! Those things have been fucking done. Am I really supposed to sit here and understand that you marched into MY ring and challenged me without even looking into me? You wanna talk about arrogance?! You were so fucking sure of yourself you didn’t even look into the champion before sticking your nose in her fucking business? You’re so sure of your own success that you thought that this would be an easy run?

Oh baby. The Openweight division has changed severely since the last time you stepped foot in this company. I took this belt back in August and I single-handedly transformed it. I raised it out of the fucking depths and I raised it above the Goddess Championship. I brought worth and energy and fucking eyes to this belt. It was tired and boring before I got my slutty little hands on it. And now it’s coveted. A prize women would die for. I did that, bitch! No one needs crusty fucking April Song to roll her ass out of the retirement home to do that. This isn’t the Openweight Championship that existed when you left. This title has been raised to the highest of highs. I have defeated half of this fucking roster to gain and retain this belt. 

See, you bitches are always walking around here acting like this is your fucking life and wondering why you fail. THIS IS WHY! There’s no attention to detail. There’s no fucking research. Just blind arrogance and underestimation that really makes you think you’re the fucking shit. You’re so sure that you’re gonna be able to make my sexy ass tap out in that ring that you don’t even bother to look at the rich history of my career and my legacy so far.

Except you seem to be ignoring the fact that the Gutter Whore is undefeated since June. I don’t stand around and say that I am untouchable because it’s fun. I do it because I have the fucking record to back it up. I know you wouldn’t understand that, April. You haven’t had an undefeated streak in your entire fucking career. And since you’re so fucking lazy, let me share that NO ONE has made Rebecca Filth tap in her entire career. Do you wanna know why? Because I enjoy the pain. I enjoy being bent and twisted in ways that my body shouldn’t. I want to feel the cartilage snap and crackle inside my body. I want you to put the pressure on me. Oh baby, It’s enough to make me reach climax just thinking about it!”

A soft moan escapes the champion's lips as she runs her tongue along them. 

“Bring your best. Serena Bennett did. She put me in her submission multiple times. And I was able to weasel my sneaky ass out of it every fucking time. Because I am more than a pretty face with an STD panel that would make most doctor’s faint. I’m more than just a hot ass that everyone in the back wants to tap. And once I weaseled out, with a worn-down arm, I was STILL able to hit her with the Cradle of Filth. I was still able to lift her fat ass up and finish her! I thought that was one of the matches you did watch? Or did you just fast forward to the good parts? 

This is why it took you ten years to win a fucking world title in a company no one cares about, April. Because you’re fucking lazy and arrogant. And really, it doesn’t do anything to make me worry about losing my championship. 

As always, I am fucking disappointed over and over again. Every time I get a new challenge, I get excited. My panties tingle with anticipation to see just how you will tear me down and tell me I’m nothing. I am on the edge of my seat, waiting for the creative ways that the veterans and exceptional athletes will pick me apart! And week after fucking week I am left DISAPPOINTED! If I wanted to be let down and left wanting more, I would have stuck to working the corner!”

The blonde let out a sigh and spread her legs out straight in front of her, bent slightly at the knees. She leaned back, resting on her hands behind her. 

“You don’t deserve this title shot. You don’t deserve the shine I am going to give you. Because while I hope to batter and break you inside that ring. I have seen what happens to my opponents. Honestly? Losing to Rebecca Filth makes stars. That’s how fucking good I am! I am so fucking superior that when you lose to me your fucking stock rises. Just existing and surviving inside a ring with me is enough to give you some fucking rub. Something no one has ever been able to say about you, Song. Look at my ex-challengers! Liz Karlson? Has done literally NOTHING since losing her title to me except get handed both a Goddess Championship match and now a Women’s World Championship match! Skylar Arceneaux? Has been chasing the Goddess Championship ever since I defeated her and then dumped her ass over the top rope to qualify for this belt. Nami and Nakita? Look at them. I beat their asses at Hardcore Havoc. And now Aria gifted them a Goddess Championship opportunity. Serena Bennett got to be a part of Team Aria. Literally every single Odyssey match on the Civil War card is featuring someone who had their ass handed to them by the Gutter Whore herself! 

I am a fucking star maker! So maybe this wasn’t the biggest mistake of your life April. I mean, you’re still gonna get your ass whooped. I’m still gonna take you to task out there and ruin your fucking debut. I’m gonna keep my foot on your fucking neck and not let up until I’ve retained my championship, YET AGAIN! But even in that failure? Even in losing to me, I’m sure you’ll bounce back like everyone else. I’m sure Aria will witness the fact that you were able to survive me and hand you another championship opportunity. She loves to hand opportunities to the women who have fallen at my feet. 

So congrats. Even while I kick your ass I will be doing you a favor. Honestly, who is more generous than Rebecca Filth? No one. That’s why they call me ole’ St. Filth. Mother Filthmas. I give and give and give. And ask for nothing in return. 

Unlike you, I don’t need to invent a false narrative to sell myself. I don’t need to stand around and blatantly lie about my history and my skill. I don’t need to pretend I have a fucking legacy that matters. Your little recollection of your EAW career? Honestly fucking cute. Too bad I have trust issues and fact checked you. You started traditions in EAW holding the Specialists Title? Bitch you were the EIGHTH person to hold that belt. And you held it for a pathetic 63 days. Matsuda and Haruna have more claim to creating that tradition with that belt than you ever will. Stop trying to make April Song happen! No matter how much you fucking glorify and fondly misremember your own career, it won’t make it accurate. It won’t make your career something that people dream of or admire. 

Your career has been honestly embarrassing. I mean, you’ve been trying to get your hands on the Openweight Championship for two years?! You had it written into your fucking contract and you still couldn’t get your fucking hands on it?? I was handed a contendership opportunity in my fifth match here and captured this belt two matches later. I did in four months what you couldn’t do in two years. And you think that makes you sound intimidating? You think that makes you sound like a threat?! It doesn’t, April. It only proves what we all already know - that you can’t get anything done! That you can’t win matches, you can’t win titles and you can’t compete with today’s level of stars anymore. Whatever you’ve got going in LAW? You’re about fuck it up this week. Because you aren’t just going to embarrass yourself. It won’t just be April Song laying down for Rebecca Filth inside that ring. No. It will be the LAW World fucking Champion, getting pinned by a mid-level whore! How will you walk into your home with your head raised high after that?

How will you walk up to Revy after I kick your ass and tell her that you tried your darnedest but you just couldn’t get any retribution for the sneaky little set-up I sent her off to? I mean, the bitch was dumb enough to fall for it. It was almost too easy. And the fact that you didn’t see that coming? More proof you have no fucking clue what you’ve signed up for. Did you think I was just going to attack you back? Did you think I was just going to be like every other bitch in the back? Some copy paste feud? That's not how we do things on the streets, darling. Using Hana wasn’t a fucking mistake. You think you did something by attacking me in the ring? I wanted to show you that you are out of your fucking depth. I cause pain in different ways. Mentally. You made it a fun little tango. I made it personal. I hurt the people that you love. I used someone you love to hurt your bestie. It was like taking candy from a fucking baby. I planted that little rage bomb inside of your mind. I found your weakness and I fucking exploited it with ease. 

You think because you tossed me around a bit I’m shaking? Nah baby. Hurt me. Throw me around. Make me scream your fucking name! But from what I remember, that night ended with me trying to smash your face through a fucking glass window. And then security had to come and save you. Another day. Another April Song delusion. Kick my ass all you want, April. I’m not afraid to take a beating. I’m not afraid to feel something. I rarely do. But a little back and forth doesn’t mean shit in regards to this match. Because you won’t be able to do the one thing that everyone else on this roster has failed to do - pin me or force me to submit. 

Because you were right about ONE singular thing this week. That I have a will to survive that you will never even begin to understand. I’m like a fucking cockroach. Nothing will kill me. Nothing will keep me down. And you won’t fully understand that until you are standing inside that ring with me and I just keep getting up. When I laugh in the face of everything you throw at me. When I’m spitting blood at your fucking feet and STILL laughing. It’s because I’m a different beast than anyone you have ever faced before. And that should fucking terrify you.” 

Bex reaches back into the tree, grabbing her championship. She turns it towards the camera and stares down at it with a smile before glancing back up into the camera. 

“The more you talk this week, the more clear it becomes. You have no idea what you’ve done. You have no idea what you are stepping into the ring with. And you are unprepared to try and take this title from my sexy little waist. I am like no other competitor you have faced. I am like no other bitch on any other roster. And I am willing to do ANYTHING to keep my gold. I am willing to do ANYTHING to watch you suffer in that ring and fucking ruin your big comeback. I am going to expose April Song for the fraud that I already know you are.

This?”

She holds the title up, leaning towards the camera so that the frame is simply her face and the championship belt. 

“This OpenLegs Championship is not going ANYWHERE at Civil War. My time is not over. And your time? It’s long fucking gone.

There will be no Christmas miracle. No redemption song. No Cinderella story. This is one of those movies where the bad guy wins. A happy ending for ole St. Filth.” 

Bex winks into the camera. 

“Merry Filthmas to all, and to all a good night.” 
 
Fade to black.

(Jonetta Stone is seen in a warehouse in Australia petting at a rectangular fur object in her hands. An angry group of people appear behind Jonetta with lead pipes as she coyly pretends not to notice them. One of them aggressively coughs to get her dismissively smiling attention.)

Jonetta: Now what could bring such strapping lads from the Australian Wildlife Society to visit me today? My time in this country is precious, you know, it’s my third favourite place in the world. After my home of Canada, and the African Continent with the greatest reserve of ivory. Australia has the most diverse range of species of any developed country! So I am quite busy.

(One of the men step forward.)

Corrupt Wildlife Society member 1: Well Ms Stone, it has come to our attention that you were visiting and using our typical routes to allow you to do your hunting. Yet we had not heard from you in our usual payment location. It’s almost as if you didn’t intend to give us our percentage of your upcoming profits.

Jonetta: Well, it’s almost as if your rates have increased to such a degree lately that I might not be willing to pay. Since I don’t like getting scammed.

(Another member angrily steps up to get involved.)

Corrupt Wildlife Society member 2: Cut the crap bitch, we want our cut! We know you work with that wrestling place, and you’ve made it pretty big, so you should have the funds to pay up anything we tell you to! Or do you want to deal with the cops?

Jonetta: You sure you’d want to bring the authorities while you’re also on camera?

(The group look around frantically.)

Corrupt Wildlife Society member 1: She’s lost it, get her!

(The group prepare to jump Jonetta as the lights go out. They flicker as an alligator is shown flying into the first man. They turn back on to Banshee wielding the alligators tail while it is upon the fallen man. The man screams as the others watch on in shock. One of the other goons lands a blow with a pipe to Banshee’s back, but she is unfazed.)

Jonetta: There you are, and with my new pair of alligator boots! Boys meet my new friend, and which the police would never believe any of this if you reported it. So I think I’ll go ahead and continue to do whatever I want in this country. But since you bothered me….

(Jonetta knocks down the man who called her a bitch out with a Tranquilizer punch and then proceeds to lock on a chokehold on him just for fun. While the Banshee grabs the man who hit her with her free hand, the rest of the crew scatter like rats. Eventually, Jonetta releases the unconscious man and gets up.)

Jonetta: Let’s show them what’s about to happen at Civil War to any woman that gets in our way.

(Banshee frees her other hand from the Alligator tail off-screen, as a scream is heard. She grabs the other man fully and shoves him into Jonetta’s Cross Check, which sends him flying back into the Banshee for one of her Soul Shattering Shrieks, leaving the man unresponsively on the ground. Jonetta wipes her hands with a smile on her face while Banshee watches with a cocked head. As the alligator returns, Banshee stomps on his mouth to keep it at bay for Jonetta.)

Jonetta: Hoowee, having you at my disposal is pretty fun. I mean, you’re not much cuter than any ugly hunting dog, but at least you know how to clean after yourself and are very low maintenance. You’re a pretty useless human, but your unique qualities make you an indispensable force to be reckoned with as a pet tool. You don’t get scared, nothing seems to be able to truly hurt you, and with you around, nobody is able to touch me. I mean of course, I handle myself well enough just fine, but now I’m downright untouchable! I need not answer to anyone, not cops, not crooks who want a piece of my pie, and indeed not anyone on the OWA roster or management. With you at my disposal, I could be robbing a bank right now and no one would stop me! But my style is more hunting down profitable animals and the dregs of OWA who have what I want, so I’ll keep training you to serve me in that purpose. You’re going to make me richer and more successful than I was already, and I was already a step above in those departments on this roster!

(Jonetta opens the fur object she had earlier, revealing a cover over the Celtic book she purchased Meghan McDonnell.)

Jonetta: Now, don’t you think I’m making much better use of your skills than you ever could? You have all these otherworldly powers, and all you use them for is to make movie references and spook people? Goodness gracious, that’s why you need me to think bigger! I didn’t use to buy this stuff, but I feel like I have a pocket Havoc, Raijin, or even Abholos on my side! Yes, I know people don’t fear you like that just yet because of your little goofy antics, but with me in charge, they’ll learn why you and I are now a force on that scale! You like movies, right? I feel like you, and I are like Count Frollo and Quasimodo if Frollo had my vision and brains on top of his love of the hunt. Frollo was an idiot for having Quasimodo ringing a bell in a damn tower when he could have had Quasi using his freakish skills haunting down those gypsies and criminals. And don’t worry, I’ll let you go back to your little promos soon. I won’t babysit you all day, just answer my beck and call when I want you.

(Jonetta looks at the camera with a stern face.)

Jonetta: I hate people. It’s right for everyone to think I’m not a very personable woman. The only real friends I ever had were DiVA and Roxy. But don’t let that make you forget that I am the most successful team player in women’s wrestling in OWA! No, all of OWA PERIOD! The Dollhouse to this day is still the longest-reigning tag team champions in OWA history! And the Demo Corps is the most dominant faction Odyssey has ever seen! Two of the most prolific groups, one that conquered all of OWA and another that was laser-focused on changing the landscape of Odyssey, how can anyone deny that makes it so any team I’m on is the most dangerous in any given match? I’m the entire reason Revy became a main eventer and is in this big match. If I could do that for that sideshow, who can’t I turn to gold at my side?

Banshee? This repulsive creature is my linchpin, I need not go further than what I’ve said already. She will destroy anyone and anything I tell her to, no one will withstand our wrath.

Diantha Rosso? It’s true I can’t stand her. But that goes to show I know how annoying she is and how impossible it is to put her down for good. Unlike Dulce, she was even in the successful version of the Wolvesden. I mean she hasn’t achieved anything in tag team wrestling or faction work on the level I have, but her work there and her team with April shows she knows how to play the game. And she answers to the Banshee, which by proxy finally puts her beneath me and will force her to cooperate with my vision! It’s quite fascinating I get to turn the pillar’s greatest weapon against themselves! Just when they think she’s dead, she’ll keep coming back to torment our opponents in this match.

Hana Nakajima?

(Banshee begins to growl at the name, but Jonetta shuts her up with a hand wave.)

Jonetta: I know, but we’re both giving her a second chance for now, Banshee. She may have let Stephanie leave the arena champion, but she’s the least to blame after Revy, Grace, and Brookes. At least she has the excuse of Grace hurting her in that last woman standing match to explain her lack of action. Since Grace is utterly useless, she might end up being the only one capable of saving Odyssey by getting the title out of the clutches of the corrupt Aria and Stephanie administration. She’s everything Revy wishes she could be. She’s a successful tag team wrestler with Sweet Melody, I’m sure she’ll be an asset because she knows how to get teamwork done right.

Daisy Thrash? She was one of the most hyped signings in a long time for Odyssey, and I haven’t forgotten that like the fickle OWA universe seems to have. She’s going to show the world why the rabble once spoke of her in such high regard before they moved onto their new toys.

My team won’t pretend we’re going to have girl’s nights out and be best friends, but my team is made up of the most successful tag team wrestlers and veterans in the industry. We don’t make puff pieces, we produce results. Our opponents don’t stand a chance; I’ll address these girls from biggest disappointments to the least.

Revy, look at the mess you caused. Because you eliminated me from the chamber, Matsuda was able to take advantage of Rebecca being worthless to take back Odyssey into the hands of the Pillars. Her title reign has just started, and we’re already dealing with madness! Oasis is showing up out of nowhere and giving random girls title matches! Dulce is back into the main picture! And now you’re Aria’s new lapdog! You have betrayed everything the Demo Corps has ever represented. And for what? Because I hurt your little feelings because you wanted me to be your one and only friend? You’ll never truly have a friend! We all know how jealous you are of Hana, because April considers her the best partner she’s ever had! April doesn’t truly respect you, no one does! Do you think they’ll ever forgive you for what you did to that piece of trash Niki Khan? No, for some reason, OWA loves her despite being one of the most unworthy champions this company has ever had. Only April, Llorona, and I understand why you had to do what needed to be done, because it seems like everyone has forgotten how bad Odyssey can get with the pillars! And now because of you, I’ll have to unleash a force out of Banshee that’ll make what took out your brother look like a joke.

As for you, Grace, you would have to be insane to cozy up to Aria right now. Do you honestly think she’ll let you use that briefcase properly now that her girl Stephanie is the champion? Why do you think she even went and found you to join her team? She just wanted to make sure you were wrestling in a time consuming attention-grabbing match at Civil War. The Chamber was your one and only shot to save Odyssey, and you blew it. Worst yet, it almost sounds as if you’re allowing Finn’s problems with the B.O.B to distract you from doing the right thing before things continue to get worse around here. Is that how far your loyalty to this brand goes? You’re going to sell us out so you can time things right with your boyfriend? Just listen to Stephanie and how much she steals credit! The generation after the Demo Corps unseated the Pillars was special Grace! It’s when you became the first women to hold win that briefcase. It was when I brought the Women’s World Championship to the main event of PPV! It was the time where Liz won the Openweight Championship! The was the first time women had so much gold and accomplishments in this company at once! Now honey, I know some of you girls don’t like how much I emphasize that I was the leader of all of this, since you’re all jealous it was me who was the face of it all, but at least I was a working part of the brand! Stephanie half the time was galavanting on other brands or even other companies while MIA, to the point the only times she did show up on Odyssey was promoting her PWN World Championship. You’re going to let her act like she built everything I, I mean we, built this year? You know Aria will never give me my championship rematch, even though Stephanie has never pinned me, so you and Hana have to get the job done! Since you’re being selfish and naive, I’m going to have to beat you down like the red-headed stepchild you are.

And there’s you Rebecca. Worthless. Pathetic. Rebecca. Bless your little heart. You did all this tough talk about how you were ready for the Promethean Chamber, how you didn’t need to listen to my warnings, but in the end you ended up crying and feeling sorry for yourself when the match was over. You wanted your little friends to run on over to tell you it was all okay, and that you, Rebecca Brookes put up a good fight! Yay! You fought hard they’d say! And they did! You got your little friends to hug you and support you despite how pathetic you are. But you feeling down on yourself and fishing for sympathy isn’t your worst crime, that crime was letting Stephanie defeat you for my world title. At least if you had won the match, Odyssey would still be going towards the future, and you’d likely be dumb enough to give me my rematch because you’d want to prove yourself capable of beating the former champion you didn’t pin. But Stephanie is a coward and will never let me step into the ring with her again. Now I have no choice but to destroy you and the rest of your little riffraff to get Aria out of power. And I’m not going to be alone in this, I have super-powered Banshee at my side, and with her unique talents matched with my instincts and brain, you’ll never last the night after what you allowed to happen. Don’t blame me because you get hurt, you had your chance, and worse yet you’ve aligned yourself with the very forces that stopped you from becoming champion. You can sell out to Stephanie and Aria all you want, but no amount of brown-nosing is going to stop us from pulling you right out of their asses and exposing the smut on your face for the whole world to see what happens when you become a corporate puppet.

Dulce, I’m sure you’re very happy with the current state of Odyssey and Stephanie running around like she’s the one who built what the rest of us actually did. Sure you’re probably annoyed that you’ve worked here longer and more tirelessly than she did, but at least one of your pillar pals is champion and your sure to get a championship match soon now that the girls are back in charge. It’s already good news for you, you’re allowed to be in the ring with someone on my level again! No longer are you relegated to being in the background of Odyssey! I’m sure you’re so giddy you’re talking to Azumi. You’re checking in on Niki Khan. Probably even other random wives of OWA board members and key figures. You’re telling all the old gang that it’s open season for you all to get championship opportunities on this brand! But I’m going to prove there was a reason why you weren’t able to stay in the main event once you didn’t have any of your Wolvesden and pillar allies pulling for you to get matches with them. I’m going to prove you were one of the reasons it took so long for the Women’s World Championship to main event PPV! You’re average, completely unspectacular and unable to carry this division to where it needs to be!

And finally there’s you Serena, the only person on the team it might not be too late for. Serena, I know you have to know better than this. I’m from Canada, I don’t care for American politics, as long as I am free to hunt as I desire. I would have more cause to accuse you of looting stores and burning buildings than you have generalizing me trying to undo an American election. And before you start, I am saying I know you haven’t done those crimes. You have to know better than to let race cloud your judgement. You have all the great qualities those girls you kowtow to have, and none of their weaknesses. You’re stronger than scrawny Aria ever was, more beautiful than that she-beast Stephanie ever could be, you must know they’ll never let you step out from their shadow in OWA. They’ll never let you be the big-time player you were in other companies, the top female and champion awards will never come your way. What I don’t understand is why you’re pretending to be this naive. Knowing where you come from, I know you understand human nature and must have seen it all by now. In fact, you’re older than I am! So why is the woman who brushes shoulders with the likes of Cam Newton and Ne-Yo playing to the happy to be here act? Acting so honoured to be noticed? I don’t care what dregs you come from, the point is you’ve grown up to be a star, all you seem to lack is the courage to fight against the status quo. Your chameleon conforming act isn’t going to save you Serena, it’s going to get you in trouble with the only person on this roster with the eyes to see through it. Physically, you’re rough and tough like Banshee and I are, but mentally you don’t have the vision I have to make use of our strong bodies properly. You’ll see.

You’ll all see when I direct traffic, I’m a freight train leading a whole set of convoy to run through you full speed ahead. I had the Dollhouse set have its tracks running through every other tag team, had Demo Corps bulldoze over the Pillars in our way, and had Odyssey finally crash through the other brands, all without the supernatural powers I now have at my disposal. I don’t quite know if this book has a mental edge over Banshee or if truly does has a magical influence over her, but all that matters is now her power is mine! Which means I can summon death and unspeakable horrors at will. I can even take dreams, and make them disappear.

(Jonetta closes her book and Banshee disappears in a cloud of smoke as Jonetta is left to enjoy prey all on her lonesome.)

Nakita DuBov: "Oh NAMI, you really are a funny little sort, aren't you? Surely you were not old enough remember whenever when arguably one of the greatest movie sagas was released, but Nakita could had sworn that you at least heard of such a thing. Fucking millennials. You think that you are so smart and know everything but then someone like Nakita comes right along and J-Pops you right sqaure in your pie hole, then your crippled cocaine addled brain is really seeing stars. Nakita does have some things in common with NAMI that she needs to face facts and recognize.  Nakita and NAMI are coming into a match such as this where it is make or break for us. NAMI and Nakita are finally tuned, naturally born, athletic, finely tuned fighters. Nakita and NAMI are coming into this match with everything to gain, and that much more to lose. NAMI and Nakita are needing to prove that we were born to be champions. BUT as NAMI is still young and still has more to learn at the age of 25 and still has more to do in this business and more time to prove what she can do. Nakita is not only fighting against the likes her, The Appalachian Champion herself, Gwen Harper, and even her very own boss and benefactor La Verduga, Nakita is also fighting against time itself and that even at the age 44, even though she doesn't feel like as such, she realizes that fighting against the hands of time. Nakita might still have lots in the tank, but at the same time women such as NAMI, Harper, or even Skylar were even mere children, were just babies, or were not even born yet when she once first wrestled in the squared circle in a time whenever she was once declared as a next big thing in professional wrestling. Oh, how the times have changed, and it waited for no one. Nakita has done and been successful in many different ventures outside of professional wrestling. She became a Hollywood stunt woman, she has fronted and played in a heavy metal rock band, she is a fitness model, and she even managed to do what was beyond her grasp whenever she found love and got married to her soul mate Delilah, and together they can raise their daughter Tzofiya Rae together in Phoenix, Arizona. But the one thing that she has yet to do is to finally become champion and at Civil War, she has that opportunity to finally prove that she is more than just hype, more than just sizzle, she is the steak, and it is savory and delicious. She can finally crash through her own glass ceiling and like the old saying says 'there is no better time like the present'."


"But here lies the kicker, the one-time Nakita has a true and legitimate chance of becoming the new OWA Goddess Champion, and she doesn't even want it. The championship does not even matter to her because what Nakita wants and needs at Civil War is to rip right through 'The Golden Queen' clean in half and make her Nakita's very own bitch once again. This is not Nakita's time to shine. It is La Verduga's time to shine, and Nakita will be the work horse that brings her there. Nakita is the gruesome, grotesque powerhouse that will make NAMI pay for all of her meddling ways. Nakita knows that NAMI is a fighter and will be fully up to the task of coming into Civil War ready for the fight of her young life, but in the end, all of that fight will be in vain because the elder, stronger, faster, wiser, and utterly relentless Nakita DuBov is going to own her again. It really does suck kid because she admires your fight within you, but it's not your time. It is Nakita's time, and she doesn't even need to wear the gold around her waist to prove that she is irresistible force of nature behind the power that is Dorado Enterprises. Schizo meds? Take her word for it when she says that she is off. Oh yeah, the Beast will be off of her leash and ready to run right through you and Gwen Harper. It will be the best day of Skylar Arceneaux's life, and the absolutely and undeniable worst day of yours, but Nakita will be the one that will be smiling in the end because she will have done all of the work and for Skylar to reap all of the spoils. Nakita hears the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, your nerves will be on fire, your anxiety will be higher than ever before, but it will be Nakita that will kill those pesky butterflies, douse those nerves, and be like Scorpion from Mortal Kombat that will harpoon you right back down to earth. Civil War will be the worst night of your life. Problem...SOLVED."


"And then there is the OWA Goddess Champion herself, The Appalachian Huntress, Gwen Harper. An esteemed and honored champion that has made been on the mountain and has held the title very well. She is the benchmark in which all champions should be measured in the OWA. She has more than earned her placed among the OWA legends and greats. But here is the thing little huntress, there really is a fine line between hunter and hunted, and while you scurry through the wilderness with your bow and arrow in hand ready to stick it into your meats, all the while as you hunt for Skylar to pin her down and finish her off, unknown to you, Nakita has been tracking and preying on you from afar patiently waiting for her opportunity to strike, and deliver the fatal killing blow that puts a finality on your decorated title reign. You've been on the mountain long enough Gwen. It will be Nakita DuBov that will be ready to pounce, run and gun right through you, toss you all over that ring like a rag doll, and systematically take every single ounce of attrition and fight right out of you just before you look up, with those big brown West Virginia eyes are looking back at the cold and icy green eyes of The Problem Solver and you will be embracing for her deliver that swift and decisive fatal blow that puts a fitting end to your reign as the OWA Goddess Champion. Nakita has nothing but respect for you Harper, she really does, and it is because that respect, that she will make your ending swift and painless. Nakita will be saddened and mourn your loss but will take all the pleasure in doing all of the work that ends the Appalachian Hunted. Go in peace little rabbit, rest well Mountain Mama."


"And then, there is La Verduga herself, Skylar Arceneaux. Nakita is thankful and appreciative to everything that you have done to and for her. You saw value and took a broken-down Fem Phenom and gave her a name, a purpose, a focus, and a will to see the goals of Dorado Enterprises be manifested into reality. Nakita will be forever grateful to you for what you have done. From the bottom of her heart, and from the depths and deepest recesses of her soul, she thanks you Skylar Arceneaux. What Gwen Harper, NAMI, and even Aria Jaxon fail to see that they will not be fighting against Skylar Arceneaux and Nakita DuBov, they are fighting against the full force of Dorado Enterprises. Aria Jaxon thinks that she can divide and conquer us by waving a tasty golden carrot in front her Problem Solver, but we will show them that they all made the single biggest mistake of their lives. Dorado Enterprises is coming into Civil War fully united and committed to the cause of making sure that you walk out as the new OWA Goddess Champion. Nakita DuBov will stop at nothing, heed no pleas of mercy, and run right through all that will oppose you. Your ascent to this throne will be guaranteed, it will be decisive, it will be assured. The only thing that you need to do will be practicing how you need to hold the gold in the spotlight and hit that glisten just right that immortalizes you in the hallowed halls of OWA legend eternally. You wanted Nakita to make right, and even though no one saw it before, when it is all said and done, they will all know the works that she has done for you. Nakita shut her mouth, knew her roll, and made sure that a fully united and committed Dorado Enterprises made certain that Skylar Arceneaux walked out of Civil War as OWA Goddess Champion. At Civil War, the Red-Headed Beast shall be unleashed and released on all that stands against Dorado. You are her La Verduga, in all things she trusts, in all things she does, in all things are possible." 

(Fade Out)

(Our scene takes place in Miami, Florida, showing us a much more exclusive part of the city where many of the rich and famous choose to reside. The most prominent and expensive home in the community is a ten million dollar mansion owned by none other than Scott Oasis. At 20,000 square feet, the spacious home has allowed for many modifications and personal rooms to be added, including a private gym which Oasis is currently making good use of. Oasis is currently working on his cardio as he runs the treadmill, looking up at his television with a focus. Currently on the screen is a news piece from CNN going over the record profits and rise in stock for the Big Oasis Brand. Oasis is quietly pleased with himself, using that success as motivation to pick up the pace for his exercise. As Oasis breaks up a sweat, he briefly turns his head to look at the person walking toward him - his wife Jasmine Payton with a tablet in one hand a bottle of water in the other.)

Jasmine Peyton: Training going good, Scott?

Scott Oasis: Not training. Just another day for me.

Jasmine Peyton: Heh, really now?

(Oasis gladly accepts the bottle of water, taking back a big gulp from the container without breaking his stride.)

Scott Oasis: You know how hard I go when it comes to my career. You stay ready so you don’t have to get ready. Management or not, fancy suits or not, my conditioning and my physicality always remain the same. Even if I hadn’t booked myself in that Civil War match I still would be here in this gym and that’s what I don’t think a lot of those boys understand. I’m not dusting off my boots, I’ve never taken them off. It’s just now I’ve decided to step down from my throne and stain ‘em with some fresh blood. The fact I’ve maintained myself this whole year is going to be nothing but a horror show for my opponents. I’ve made a career out of terrorizing every roster I’ve been in. Running through every single opponent in convincing fashion while looking like a beast. When I lead the charge for my team it might be a shock to some of the pundits but anyone familiar with me will see that they’re looking at business as usual. Decimation is the name of the game for me, and it never gets played out.

Jasmine Peyton: Love it. It’s good that you’re doing so amazing Scott. Means you will have no problem holding up your end of the deal. Social engagement for both OWA and the Big Oasis Brand went up by 200% following the announcement of your addition to the nine on nine. Stocks raised, Pay-per-view preorders went up by several thousand, the numbers improved on all of our assets as there’s a clear interest in how you’ll perform in an OWA ring in the first time in two years. With all of the hype you went out of the way to create with this stunt you can’t afford to disappoint. It would be a PR nightmare if you put yourself out there in this fashion, lost, and had to back off from the show you own.

Scott Oasis: Who the fuck are you married to? It can’t be Scott Oasis if you’re throwing out all these hypotheticals full of doubt. You’re worrying about unrealistic scenarios not even Nobi would put on the big screen. Me failing is a fantasy. I have all of the power here in OWA and will continue to until the day I die; not a single fucking disobedient soul on the opposition has what it takes to make me stand down. When I agreed to be in this match, when I let the stakes get the way they did, I put my Brand on the line. I put my MONEY on the line. This isn’t another match in the career of me as an athlete, this is me protecting an important piece of my portfolio as a businessman. And one thing that will always be guaranteed is my business will never take a loss. I carved out an empire for myself through blood, sweat and tears without a single helping hand from anybody. I impose myself on Olympus, yes, but I do it because I’ve earned the right to; it is my show. I put it on TV, I keep it running, it is as much OWA as it is the legacy of Scott Oasis so because of that I can mold it into whatever I want, and what I want are cutthroat, hungry, cash motivated stars who will do my image right. Men like those on my team, not the men who have no chance at succeeding in their mission to TEAR ME DOWN. I put work into my visions, I have dedicated my life to this global expansion of ours and look what it got us. Look around at our house, look at the dress you have on, look at the news talking about us — I am a fucking KING in this world. In the position I’m in where I hold all the cards…why would I allow myself to throw away even one of them? I don’t miscalculate when making executive moves, Jasmine. There isn’t room for margin of error when you answer to a board of directors. I’ve thought out this match one hundred times before I even had it booked. What we have here is me stomping out any resistance brewing in my domain. It’s me flexing my power to the entire wrestling world and strengthening the brand even further. What I’m partaking in isn’t a risk, it’s a well planned moment of PR for the Oasis/Baker regime and shame on you for not seeing that.

Jasmine Peyton: Hey now, I have faith in you! Just thought I might as well double check. The way The Dynasty has been talking, you might have had some fear put into you.

(Jasmine delivers those words in a joking tone but Oasis is not in a laughing mood as he gets off his treadmill and gives her a stern look, holding her attention as he switches over to the punching bag.)

Scott Oasis: Fear The Dynasty…..

(Oasis sends the punching bag nearly swinging off it’s cable as he delivers a single well placed punch. He fires off with right and left hands while he talks to Jasmine.)

Scott Oasis: Why fear men that were nothing to me even before I reached the level that I have? Jacob Senn. Matt Miles. Darkane. Those are all names that I built my brand off of back when it was merely a logo on a piece of clothing. When I was an athlete and nothing more. Nowadays I’m shoulder to shoulder with the GODS, but in the days before when I was nothing but their peer in the locker room I established the difference between myself and them with ease. Me taking the role behind the desk has had them thinking everything turned sweet, but none of this resistance was present when I stood across from them in the ring and made them my BITCH. Ask Senn about that firsthand. He started the era of prize fighter Oasis, the big money star who gets paid by the minute. I gave Senn the most shocking loss of his career only a few years ago when I sunk my claws on him and tore him apart limb from limb for twenty agonizing minutes. I had him defeated in the first five but kept him around so I could fling him across the canvas again and again. I’m sure he remembers it. His PTSD probably kicks in every time he’s lifted up for a powerbomb. How many was it that I gave him? Ten? Ten times I lifted him up above my head like some sort of small child and he could do nothing about it but brace himself for a brutal fall to the canvas. Senn had no control of himself or his being. All he could do was wait for me to finish beating him into a pulp and pray I didn’t take things too far. I spared him that night and allowed him to keep having a career but after how he’s carried himself in my promotion I might not be so kind this time around.

(Scott tops his first punch with this next shot, really testing the set up of his punching bag as it just barely stays hooked in the air.)

Scott Oasis: And Matt Miles? My first real rival in mainstream wrestling; takes me back. We had quite a back and forth, him and I. But we all remember how it ended. Reasonable Doubt 2015 was it? I can barely recall those terrible event titles, though what was crystal clear is the image of me and him facing for that Interwire Championship he had just won, and I methodically wearing him down before emphatically defeating him and ripping that belt out of his grip. I bludgeoned him so bad that he went into hiding for a few months and after that and was never the same upon his return. Miles has been known as a career drifter going from one place to another, never sticking for too long before he washes out and tries somewhere. And now here he is in the company of his greatest enemy, a shell of his former self and bitterly stewing in his emotions as he sits as second fiddle to Darkane. The Matt Miles of 2015 would have scoffed at the position he ended up in these days. I remember the sitdown interview the two of us had in the leadup for our Interwire bout. Miles envisioned himself with a list of accolades a galaxy wide and being the face of the company. He prided himself as the man with the midas touch and yet all of these years later he’s stuck reflecting on the career of a superstar defined by the silver medal. Miles, I know you’re going to watch this little up-close look so allow my words to resonate: you and I both know you’re unhappy with how things have turned out for you. Your dreams of being some badass hero have long passed being a viable reality. Your only solace is the desperate claim you hold onto of being “Mastermind” of Dynasty - a meaningless role you play into as a cope to hide the fact you’re the third wheel out of the three founding members in your crew. Me finishing your career would probably be a good peace offering between you and I. Putting you out of your misery. It’d be a nice trip down memory lane as well; could take you back to our AWF days when I whooped your ass for the Hardcore Championship so viciously that the beating was too violent to make air.

Jasmine Peyton: Is that true?

Scott Oasis: 100%. I pondered putting the footage on the OWA Network but I figured I'd be kind. Why put Miles pain on front street for the world to see? Speaking of streets though, that bum Darkane needs a receipt from me. We had two matches in the land of Elite. The first time, he was humbled by the kind of strength he had never felt in his career up to that point. A fun moment for me. But the last one sticks out like a sore thumb. It was my final match in that cesspool to fulfill my obligations and he got less than the best version of Scott Oasis. He didn’t beat me that night. I allowed him to get by. In a lot of ways you can credit me for what Darkane would go on to become. If I don’t take my foot off the gas and cruise on out of EAW, he doesn’t get his world title shot, he doesn’t get his PFP moment, and there certainly would have been too much competition for him to succeed for too long as champion. Ergo, Darkane is a BOB product! And you know what they say. The lord giveth, and the lord taketh away. Darkane wants to go against the order of things after I put Graham Baker where he belonged at the top of the food chain – well we can put an end to all of that confidence at Civil War. I know you didn’t have much of a father figure growing up Darky but don’t fret because daddy’s home and he’ll be taking his son to the woodshed.

Jasmine Peyton: You seem prepared for the leading three but you’ve got more than just the founding members of Dynasty, though. How you feeling about Elijah?

Scott Oasis: Elijah Hampton is one of the few people on the other side who even given the circumstances I have some respect for. In another universe he’d be right here with me going over plans to take down The Dynasty. We have very similar thought processes - Elijah doesn’t give a single fuck about any of those bozos he’s working with in actuality, he’s simply working with them out of convenience. Elijah isn’t a man who operates off loyalty to any particular person, he’s loyal to his bottom line; he goes where the money is. Think about it - the man has only been in OWA a little over a year and how many alliances has he been a part of in that time? First it was working with that face painted flunkie and his manager, then it was working with Ashes of the Wake since Havoc had the platform of a World Champion – Hampton gets drafted and in the same night he’s running over to work with The Blacklist. Of course that bombs like everything else Nasir champions as a project, but no problem, because Hampton found refuge in where he currently resides. However, Hampton buddy, if you’re as smart as I believe you are then even you should see the right time to hop off this train is right before Civil War where things go real bad. I understand you’ve seen some temporary success while with their stable, winning the Prestige Championship and getting your big break - but can you truly say their alliance had anything to do with it? You would have won that belt regardless. As a matter of fact I’d say the only reason they even invited you to their ranks was because they saw you were a hot commodity and wanted to attach themselves to you for the optics. “Look at how great The Dynasty is!” they can say from the mountain tops as all of them hold up their belts, crediting your status as rising star to be some sort of group effort. Meanwhile the moment they have anything directly to do with your reign, look at what happens: they set you up to get pummeled by The Bad Boy Collective and cost you your belt. They dragged you down with them and now here you are with no title and stuck in a losing fight that deep down you don’t give two fucks about. Those guys aren’t for you, Hampton! They’re trying to use you the same way you’re using them. They want to have you out there as an expendable body in the frontlines. Don’t play that game. Leave the sinking ship. Fuck them over before they fuck you over, Hampton. Otherwise you can just enjoy the repeat from last Pay-Per-View and join those bozos in a hand in hand ass whooping.

(Scott turns and looks to Jasmine.)

Scott Oasis: So then we can move past me worrying about The Dynasty, yes?

Jasmine Peyton: You’re forgetting about Kazuya Iwade.

Scott Oasis: Oh yeah. I imagine that the whole world is forgetting about Kazuya Iwade because there’s no point in him being in this match. He’s literally just a meatshield! Dynasty’s pet oriental that they bring along for diversity and to take pins. He’s a spot filler. Where did they even find him?

Jasmine Peyton: Strong Style Wrestling, Scott.

Scott Oasis: Ah, so one of a thousand pointless wrestlers that was cramped into that impossible to follow undercard nobody can care to remember. I never really watched anything before match five on any given SSW show so I can’t act like I’ve studied the guy beyond the references Dynasty afforded him to get him on the show, but if he was worth paying attention to he surely would have found his way to OWA earlier than now. We’ve seen with plenty of other SSW crossovers that if you’re a great talent that transitioning to the land of Omega is no problem. It’s quite telling Kazuya would have been left out in the cold on his own merit and only made it to my company by playing the role of Senn and Miles’ bag carrier. Out of everyone on Dynasty, he’s the biggest layup if you ask me.

Jasmine Peyton: I find it hard to disagree when you put it like that. You know surprisingly, the people everyone is most keen on hearing you speak about are Mark Michaels and Ryo Sakazaki. Mark Michaels especially has talked quite a bit on social media.

Scott Oasis: Mark Michaels, that’s a funny one to read on the match list. The guy has a million dollar body and a ten cent brain - which is about as much as I should be paying him considering how little he moves the needle for me and my business. The dude has a lot of potential but he has a knack for making the dumbest decisions possible and costing himself a lot of opportunities. Mark Michaels has been on national television for over five years - nearly all of his peers have carved out legacies as world champions by now - but here he is with hardly anything to show for it, patting himself on the back for being sixth best on a team of nine people. Mark Michaels was a New Breed division flunkie in 2016 and might as well still be in that same league in 2021 as wrestlers who’ve debuted in 2019 and 2020 pass him by. Think about the people in Michael’s class of athletes. Finnegan Wakefield is a former World Champion, Jon McAdams is a Hall of Famer and Darkane dominated as Omega Heavyweight Champion. Fast forward to the current day: it took Graham Baker a year to become world champion in our circle. Noah Reigner outpaced Mark Michaels in his home fed, then spun the block here and lapped him as one of the most hyped names in OWA. Arata Asakura went from nobody to pay-per-view main eventer within only two years as a professional wrestler PERIOD while Michaels was match two of the card at his big age. So many accomplished stars around the guy…..and yet the biggest win of his career was over El Ironico for a curtain-jerk belt where he couldn’t even win it cleanly. What the fuck IS Mark Michaels in terms of credibility in this match? Seeing him hop in front of a camera and think he can talk down on me is pure insanity. What has gotten into your mind, boy? You want to drive me out? How the fuck are you going to step to me when you couldn’t even hold your own as fourth string in The Awakening? Motherfucker already got smacked up by my boy Graham Baker but wants to speak all confident about how he’ll do against me in my squad? Not even he can buy into the nonsense he's pedaling. You'll watch this Michaels, so for once explain yourself: you want to boss up for the cameras? The clout? Because you’ve never had this energy with me before. Last time you and I talked one on one it was you calling me on the phone, begging for a job because you got cut from New Jersey!

(Scott Oasis delivers one final hard right, punching a hole in the bag as sand spills out at his feet.)

Scott Oasis: I’ve seen this man post two separate videos full of worthless words he knows that he’s far from capable of ever living up to. Portraying the role of internet gangster when in the ring all he is is the guy wiping the mat with his back and checking up at the lights for our ring crew. That’s pretty routine of Mark honestly; constantly wasting his breath to find the words of a wannabe gangster when he should be working on his cardio in the gym so he could make good on his performance for once. Man’s got six wins to his name but will still show up every week without fail to deliver some terribly rehearsed monologue reminiscent of a mafia don. It’s so dull. I don’t even know why Michaels feels the need to talk nonstop, it’s as if he believes he can do some grandiose speech every day he’ll force it out into the universe that he has to win whatever match he is. All it does in actuality is bore everyone forced to listen to it. Michaels spits out more repetitive garbage in a single week for one opponent than he can produce victories in about ten of his lifetimes. That’s all you need to know about my concern of him being any threat and that alone should give the fans a reason for why I won’t bother responding to him again.

(Oasis lets out a brief sigh.)

Scott Oasis: Ryo Sakazaki - you know that man joining a team to go against the Big Oasis Brand really is appalling considering everything I’ve done for that sorry motherfucker. Olympus without the Big Oasis Brand isn’t good for you Ryo; shit isn’t going to magically change and allow you to move up in the world. The rest of the roster won’t value you regardless. At least I gave you a contract in OWA and have put money in your pocket. A contract which ended up not being worth it because of YOUR underachievement. I signed you despite thousands of people on social media telling me you wouldn’t be shit, saying that you’d be a poor investment. I went against the grain and gave you a chance that nobody else in the professional wrestling world would and look how it turned out. He ended up doing WORSE than what people predicted of him. You know Jasmine, when I end up passing away one day I want you to make careful note of what’s on my tombstone. I’ve thought about it and I’ve decided the when the time comes and everyone looks at my grave, I want it etched in stone: “I deserved to be here because I signed Ryo Sakazaki”  immortalize that mistake because it is honestly the biggest blemish you can place on my record since I’ve become chairman of OWA and it will surely follow me to my death. The fact that I had faith in a bum like him only for him to embarass me on television week after week by losing EVERY match he’s been in – then for him to turn around and stand against MY brand and MY commissioner Graham Baker as if he’s been done wrong or is owed something? The nerve! The audacity! I really wanna know how the fuck I am viewed by my own employees that a fucking minnow in the ocean like Ryo could even feel comfortable being on this team or running down that ramp against my Baker’s crew. Ryo isn’t owed a damn thing from the Big Oasis Brand, in fact he’s in debt to us because we’ve been paying him to be mediocre for almost three seasons! Ryo has been under my employment for two years. TWO YEARS! And hasn’t accomplished anything. Hasn’t won a match of note, hasn’t had a memorable moment, hasn’t even been able to attach himself to a big match without us needing to throw ten other names on the marque to sell it. I’ve talked to the Roger Gooddell’s, the Adam Silvers, the boxing commission, pretty much any big figure in sports and they told me the same thing. If this was any other sanctioned athletic organization and someone was signed for two years losing as much as Ryo did they would be considered a lost cause and cut loose. I’m the exception. I’m the kind, charitable man who honors his deals, but considering everything Ryo, after this match you can pay up and do me a favor in return for everything: next time you go for that moonsault do it puro-style and make sure to neck yourself. 

Jasmine Peyton: Now, Scott....

Scott Oasis: No, I truly mean it. Your life is NOTHING! You serve ZERO purpose! You should kill yourself NOW, and give somebody else a piece of that oxygen in the ozone layer that's covered up so we can breathe inside of this blue trapped bubble. We got Moongoose in a coma and Kenny Drake in the dirt but Ryo Sakazaki is still on this earth jogging to the ring and holding our crowds hostage so he can lose in three minutes while cashing my checks. Like what are you even here for? To lose matches and be a meme? Beg for respect from men who actively lose value anytime they’re stuck in a headline with you? You’re on a team that would be helped more by you NOT showing up than actually representing them; let that sink in for you, brother. Think about the man you are and let that ether sink in. Kill yourself. And I mean that with a hundred percent, with a thousand percent. I’m as certain of that as I’m certain of me winning this tag match. Who else is even on the lineup?

Jasmine Peyton: Devi Krysis and El Landerson ---

Scott Oasis: Oh, please! I don’t fear the retarded, Jasmine! Devi Krysis is the make-a-wish kid who just kept on showing up after we gave her a VIP pass to meet the Odyssey girls one night! She got a hell of an arm on her, but the Devi Discus won’t mean shit once she’s stuck under my Big Oasis Boot. And they better pray Landerson even makes it to the PPV. Forget about a Seek and Destroy, all it’ll take is one message to ICE to end that man’s OWA run!  

(Scott Oasis looks to Jasmine as he heads to his next machine.)

Scott Oasis: Any more worries?

Jasmine Peyton: No, Scott….

Scott Oasis: Fantastic. Allow me to get back to showing off my workout….

(Oasis heads off to the chest press, upping it to the max weight before going to work. Oasis has razor sharp focus on crushing each rep. Peyton takes a few glances and feels assured as she steps out of the room and allows us to fade to black.)

I’LL DRINK TO THAT: CIVIL WAR #2



( The scene opens inside the home of Mark Michaels in the middle of a pre-Christmas party.  we find the Romani King seated at the dining room table along with his Cousins Gyp & Sy, Georgio Del Mero, and Harman Ardelean sipping on Grey Goose on the rocks. ) 

Gyp: Yo Mark, you want another round?

Mark: I think I’m good for tonight, I got to hit the gym early in the morning. 

Sy: c’mon bro, half a drink more won’t kill you. Party with us man. 

Harman Ardelean: Nahmai deyhud Boys, let the man get his rest. Marco is going right into the pits of hell to fight the white devil himself, and what’s more is he’s doing it for guys like you who are on  trying to make their way up the ladder from the bottom rung. He’s out there trying to give a puncher his chance, a hustler his opening, a jack every trade imaginable. So I want him in tip top shape for that cluster fuck cage match at Civil War. 

Sy: C’mon man, unlike every other time Mark stepped in the ring, he doesn’t have to go it alone in the ring. 

Gyp: Bro for real, that team got together like someone said Avengers assemble or something. 

( A moment of silence passes as Mark sips the last of liquor from his glass. )

Mark: Yeah, you boys got a point. But this match isn’t just about the personalities who are gonna be locked inside that steel hell they concocted just for us. See me, Ryo, Landerson, Iwade, and the Dynasty, are coming together because we all see what’s up.  We see that this is about the sweat of your brow meaning more than giving some jackass Sitting in his ivory tower a chuckle. There’s an old saying that goes the enemy of my enemy, is my friend. Maybe a bit of a stretch but the old adage is ringing true as ever. Now I know that every single person in this match is looking over either shoulder and thinking just how the hell did I end up with this guy at my side?  This is a match of strange bedfellows for sure, but when you got Scott Oasis and his lackeys standing next to Eon Blue, Titan, and the Bad Boy Collective, you do what you got to. I think you seen it already on the social media page right, but it goes with everyone from Devi Krysis to Jacob Senn, that least till Civil War is said and done, the Romani King has got your back. I know nobody is asking for it, I’m sure a few will say they don’t need it, but to put in in similar terms to something Elijah Hampton said, Shaq and Kobe never liked each other, but they went out on the court and handled their business, and by god they got their first 3 rings together. Just consider it a Christmas gift from yours truly. And speaking of the holiday season I got something for each and every single one of the team BOB dick riders. Yeah I got rocket right hand ready to smack everyone of those simps upside the head, and an all expenses paid ride down the Prekaza Plunge.  And so I will be in the best shape possible for the triple stack cage match. 

The few on team BOB who had enough balls to actually speak up this week, well they all seem to be reading their quips off the same page, letting Scott Oaiss do their talking for them, and only speaking the pre-approved lines that their master gave his blessing to like the puppets they are. They talk about having a team full of killers, I gotta ask Who are these killers you speak of? That chicken shit Prescott? That doofus Nobi? Some dude called bad boy know who turned Nobi to the Darkside by pointing out the same shit we’ve been telling him for the past year? Or are you referring to Eon Blue because he finished off Nate Cage… maybe? We’ll see if death sticks this time with Nate, but I doubt it will. I doubt it because I’ve been in the ring with Eon Blue, I’ve taken the best shots he could throw, and still beat his ass every time we faced off in the ring. Perhaps you meant Titan? Because he took out Big Naheem right? News flash, I beat that big bastard in under a minute when I was damn near crippled from competing in one of those cluster fuck death traps that management cooked up. So much like everything that BOB touches, you fellas are making mountains out of molehills, ones that will promptly stomped the fuck out at Civil War. 

Molehills like Magall.  Granted he’s a 300 pound molehill, but a molehill none the less. A man who flaps his lips like a jackass about his opponents, despite the fact he hasn’t done a lick of research on anyone in this match. And yet which such confidence shoots his mouths off like every syllable is bile in their belly. This 300 pound blueberry muffin ala mode McFlurry loving son of a bitch, who hasn’t seen his dick for so long you can declare it legally dead, is sure as hell in for wake-up call when he learns first hand just who the fuck I am. See even though Magall gets out of breath from walking up the ring steps his brain cells have died off from suffocation, that won’t stop me from teaching him the painful lesson of you better come correct when you start talking shit about Mark Michaels.  Like does he even know what the Romani people actually are? Judging from how he probably thought a triple stack cage match was the new special at Wendy’s I’m gonna assume He probably only knows us by the slur of Gypsies. Well let spell it out for you, with bright illusions in case you no read good Magall. See, I’m not the king of some far off country, I’m a Minnesota boy through and through. But the Romani blood pumping through my veins means that what I am is the king of anywhere and everywhere I go. I’m the king of the open road, and the wild breeze.  I’m the king of getting up every morning and using every bit of my mind, heart, soul, and hustle to put food on my family’s table. I’m the king people who have been overlooked and discounted by even those who supposedly  stand up for the disenfranchised. I’m the guy who with with every drop of blood spilt on the canvas, will stand back up and still be ready to go one more round. But if that ain’t enough reason for you for you to know who I am, and acknowledge me and what I bring to the table.  If you don’t get why they call me the Romani King, I’ll be happy to remind you why they called me the Lethal Injection, because there’s no way you’re gonna be beating down on anybody, after tear your damn arm off with the Gypsy Curse and beat over the head with it. Do yourself a favor and stuff your face with a box of Twinkies the next time you get the urge to shoot your mouth off like a dumbass. 

Speaking of which, Somehow Aryx manages to shove his foot in his mouth and his head up is ass with every word he speaks. He talks about being for the culture, and then aligns himself with the cacs who if they had their way would make everyone who isn’t wearing their crappy T-Shirt a second class citizen. What the fuck does Aryx hope to accomplish by being a literal flag waving cunt for Scott Oasis’ tribe of blood sucking yes men?  What the hell does the culture get for you being a kiss ass?! Please explain, Because I’d love to hear you trying to spin selling out being a tool for the greater good. You can’t change the world while you’re living on your knees. But you know that damn well. so you say anything and try to get anyone to not pay attention to the fact you’re not much more than another guy with a big mouth who would be amazing if he was only half as good as he thinks he is. you’re a watered downCorey Matthis lite, and You know that there’s so little that make you relevant in this match, so you throw any kind of ridiculous shit you can at the wall and hope it’s sticks. You try to say I’m a racist, I’m not. I believe that all men are created equal, and what you say and what you do are the things that determine whether you’re a man or just another punk ass dipshit who happens to be the only one who believes his own hype. I don’t find you to be an overrated prick because of your skin tone, I find you to be an overrated prick because you don’t have the heart to anything more than be another cog in the wheel, and wouldn’t dare bite that hand that feeds you, even if you’re only getting crumbs!
You talk shit about me aligning myself with Nathan Fiora, shit you wish you could be half the man he is. why don’t you take a look at what Stark had to say about Nathan in his promo, and think about all they put each other through? When your most bitter rivals see you as an equal, or damn near such, you know you got talent. And since you want to dig up the Awakening, let’s look at just that. The Awakening was four guys who believed in themselves and each other when no one else in the whole wide world did. We banded together, we busted our asses, and went from the bottom of the card to running Olympus, and what’s more we did it without a hand out from the boss. We didn’t get any special hype packages, and no one gave us half a chance, but when We set out on a goal to prove ourselves in OWA, by god we did just that!  You my friend just landed here from kids table and think that it impresses anyone a single bit. Like I told Matthis before you, this is a whole different ball game in the big leagues. Let see what the Johnny Manziel of OWA really brings to the table when he is locked in a cage with 9 hungry lions ready to each take a piece of his ass! 
And what’s this shit about using my heritage as a gimmick? Yeah, remind me which one of us keeps muttering the word culture till it’s lost all meaning?  Oh but I’m playing up my personality to get people to cheer for me? Right, I guess standing against the best OWA had to offer, and busting my ass to get the chance to do so was just a figment of both my, and the OWA audience’s collective imagination. I don’t go around trying to pander to anyone. The people judge me by my actions, they have loved me, and they have hated me, And right now they’re cheering for me because it doesn’t matter what you throw at me, chairs, barbed wire, fire, electric fences, I’ve been hit with it all and every time I was I got back up and kept fighting.  I am the toughest son of a bitch walking, and you’re gonna find out at Civil War exactly why you shouldn’t hunt what you can’t kill! 

That goes double for Nobi.  You know something, I’d rather never win a world title for as long as I live, then to be the constant footnote, answer to some random piece of bar room trivia, transitional champion that you’ve been every single time you held gold in a company that matters. Now before you remind us again, yes you were champion for a while in that side show they call SSW. But when it comes to a wrestling promotion where what kind of fight you put up in the ring is what matters, you’ve gotten fleeting moments glory, flashes of success in an otherwise dark, ho hum tenure in OWA. And they only reason you ever got those few moment d was because you were the boss’ chosen pet. So I guess it shouldn’t come as any surprise that you’re once again trying to get another treat from your master the way you’ve done since your EAW days. For all this new attitude, it’s still the same old shit with you Nobi. You’re still  can’t get anything without being handed a never ending stream of title shots by management regardless of how many times you fell on your ass before. 
You asked what disadvantages you and the rest of the sheep had going into this match, and right off the bat I came up with two. First off not a one of you have the heart you’re each gonna need to walk out of this match with your hands raised. You’re all out here towing the company line, hoping to get a prize for doing Oasis’ dirty work for him. Meanwhile myself, all of the Dynasty, Kazuya Iwade, Ryo, and El Landerson are out here ready to fight tooth and nail to keep OWA from turning to a place where the biggest suck ups get everything handed to them on silver platters while everyone else has to go through flaming fuck death matches every week simply to get some tv time. We’re out here trying to make sure that OWA, and Olympus in Particular, remain the kind of promotion where all your hard work, blood, sweat, and every night you spent on the road isn’t all flushed down the crapper just to hand Y2Impact another world championship. We stand United against all the big Oasis Bullshit,  because we sure as hell aren’t gonna bow down like you Nobi.   The second disadvantage that I can think off of, is that all nine of you collectively have less balls than Devi Krysis herself. Think about it, this wasn’t her fight,  she’s just coming off a stay in the hospital, and yet here she is ready not only to walk through the hell that is gonna be housed inside that triple stack cage, but all the fallout that’s gonna come afterwards. It would have been very easy to say thanks but no thanks when The battle lines were drawn. But she’s here’s and she’s  proud to walking tall side by side with a group that’s sure as hell gonna have a target on each and every one of our backs because we aren’t gonna stand around and let some power mad douche bag play pope godfather of professional wrestling. Devi earn a lot of respect in my book for taking this stand and being counted amongst whatever you call us, whether it’s team Dynasty, or team Olympus, hell go ahead and call us the picket line coming to take a piece of the boss’ ass till he gets it through his thick, roided up skull that we didn’t come to OWA to break our backs,  just so Scott Oasis and his cronies could steal dream, every idea, every bit of hard work, and every drop of blood we spilt in the ring, and be the only person to benefit from all of it. 

So to Team BOB your head on these nuts, understand right now, you will never outfight a man who is fighting for his life, for his livelihood. You will never out fight a man who has everyone from the eldest matriarch to the little kids running around the living room depending on you for their next meal. You will never outfight a man like me who has busted his ass all these years to be on the cusp of everything he ever hoped for the day he set out to become a professional wrestler, only for you to try and pull the goddamn rug out from under his feet!  There isn’t a goddamn one of you inside that cage that isn’t gonna catch the ass kicking of a life time. You all bowed down to Scott Oasis, I wonder just what you y’all see him get his ass beat so bad that he has no choice but to hail to the king before he runs back behind his desk! Those boys best be ready, because inside this triple stack cage, the Romani King will be anything but Civil. 

( with a Loud clanking of the ice cubes Mark sets down his glass and removes himself from the table. Ready to hit the gym tomorrow morning.)

See, anyone who’s ever paid any amount of attention to the pink brand would know that it’s been a battleground since the beginning, there’s no shortage of new opportunities to be earned and new possibilities to make a reality, everyone constantly busts their ass to leave a mark, every woman wants a shot at gold, every woman understandably wants a piece of glory for themselves but these days it feels like no one wants to put the work in to get those things. The entire roster can sit here and debate who’s worthy and who isn’t, but really, who are any of us to decide what qualities one must have to be worthy of achieving great things? Anyone, even the worst kind of person, the worst kind of wrestler can achieve the best if they put in the work. If a person is truly dedicated to accomplishing something, anything really is possible. The reason why Cloud is currently the champion of this brand is simple, she wanted it more than anyone else did and she put the most work in and went the extra mile to ensure she got what she wanted, I’m not saying that anyone has to like or even respect Cloud for doing what she did to emerge that Chamber victorious, I just feel like trying to argue otherwise is nothing more than a waste of time. But hey, considering Llorona’s time in the chamber was spent getting her ass kicked all over the place before being the first person kicked to the curb, perhaps she genuinely can’t remember what went down. I’d understand being critical of Aria and accusing her of being biased because of her relationship with Stephanie if any solid evidence to defend that point existed, Aria isn’t a tyrant by any means and I’m beginning to question if anyone on the opposite team even knows what that word means. If anyone ever takes issue with those who constantly find themselves in the main event or receiving any type of big opportunity, or if an issue is found with those who are featured on promotional material time and time again or with those who just don’t seem to go away, perhaps they should take a look in the mirror and question why they aren’t those people. 'Cause there’s a reason for everything, a reason that isn’t just “management has it out for me, they hate me and would rather push literally anyone else!” But that’s just too much to ask for isn’t it? Pigs will fly before certain people, (take those who have foolishly decided to align with Llorona for an example) will come to terms with the fact that perhaps they aren’t as good as they believe they are and men will walk on Mars before people remove their heads from their ass and decide to actually try and match the effort that women like myself, Serena, Dulce, Rebecca and Revy put in every single day. I get it though, it’s easy to deflect and blame everyone else, it’s easy to take the cowards route and that’s why so many people do it. 


It’s been a long time since I’ve stepped into the ring with Llorona or even mentioned in the same breath as her, for those who don’t know, her and I sort of go way back. I debuted against her almost two years ago and a few months after that, I won my first championship at her expense, I’ve given her the due she deserves in the past and it has always been genuine because I truly do believe that our battles when I was nothing more than a new face helped me find the person I am today, I can assure you all of that. But unfortunately that’s where my praise for Llorona ends. She can battle, there’s no doubt about it. I can’t sit here and say she hasn’t taken me to my limits before and I always look forward to whatever challenge is put before me but knowing she can go isn’t enough when she cannot be trusted to always go to the lengths expected of her. Her past success does not weigh on me and I can’t buy into what she’s trying so hard to sell because even a blind individual can see that the Llorona now doesn’t hold a candle to the Llorona who held the championship, the Llorona who wants to rip apart this brand and remodel it into what I fear will be nothing but a disaster that benefits no one but her is nowhere near as threatening or as dangerous as the Llorona who stole the show in the first ever Promethean Chamber. All I can really do is look at her and wonder what the fuck happened? It’s almost funny how pitiful Llorona is these days, someone who tries so hard to paint herself in a rough and tough light is willing to sacrifice everything just because she can’t handle the fact that other women prove they want the top spots more than she does! It’s like I said before, this is all too easy for her, it’s so easy to play the “my boss is a cunt” card to hide the fact that she just can’t hang with the stars of Odyssey in 2021. It wouldn’t surprise me if she knows deep down in the depths of her heart and whatever remains of her soul that she is no match for anyone on EITHER team going into this war in a fair fight. The people who proudly represent all the traits Llorona can’t stand have proven to be dominant, we’ve proven and continue to prove to be killing machines, we’ve proven to be the ever evolving type that can mesh with anyone in any kind of match whilst Llorona doesn’t get better, she gets bitter and remains the shadow to everyone else’s sun. It really shouldn’t be this complicated but we’re here now and there’s no turning back. If Llorona wants to do this to get back at the people she believes are to blame for her shortcomings and inability to live up to the hype she placed on herself then fine, that’s cool. All my teammates and I are going to do is buckle up and win a war that’ll secure a bright future for every Goddess on this brand. Llorona and her crew have made a mistake trying to stand in the way of that and Aria’s vision and for that, no one gets to leave Australia unharmed. I shouldn’t really be surprised considering she doesn’t understand the sense of urgency and the need to do what is unexpected, Llorona just sticks to the familiar, and she refuses to break out of her shell.  How many times in her career has she given genuine reasons that would make this entire division respect what she does? How many instances can be given where Llorona has gone far and beyond what was expected of her? Sure, you can mention her lacklustre run as Women’s World Champion and her admittedly impressive showing in the first chamber.. but what happened after that? Llorona stopped trying and the world stopped caring. 


Which brings me on to Diantha, to be honest, Serena pretty much summed everything about Diantha’s change of heart up perfectly and as someone who used to be proud to work on the same brand as Di, as someone who once considered her a dream opponent, it’s just depressing to see what has happened to the woman many consider to be a legend. There’s a lot I can’t wrap my head around when it comes to this business and the fact that Diantha has abandoned everything that once made her unique, the fact she’s abandoned being a killer and reduced herself to being nothing more than a disposable object for a scorned Jonetta and Banshee to manipulate and take advantage of is high on that list. I’ll do my best to not judge Diantha for becoming a lapdog or needing Jonetta Stone and The Banshee to boss her around, she’s a grown woman who can make her own decisions, even if said decisions are ridiculous but it is crystal clear that if she believes for a second that her career is actually going to benefit from this little alliance, something isn’t right in that once calculated, dangerous and intelligent mind of hers. Diantha picked the wrong side but I suppose she isn’t known for making the right decisions anymore. Who are you trying to fool Di? Everyone else, or yourself? You can act brand new and improved if you want, it’s just going to sting more when it comes back to bite you in the behind, the elite squad Aria has formed is the farthest thing from all flash and no substance, I shouldn’t even need to say that but someone is gonna try to pull that line or one similar on us. You can be mad, hell I’d be mad as fuck too if my career nosedived like yours has this year Diantha but I really hope your little hiatus and unprecedented personality change hasn’t made you stupid enough to believe this is going to be a one-sided massacre because your team is supposedly bigger, badder and better than mine. Don’t add unnecessary lies to the chaos, there’ll be enough of those from your lil' friends. Yeah, the women I stand beside and I are coming to win but we’re not about to act like this is going to be easy for us, we’re coming to fight, not to mow you all down, as appealing as that option may be. 


I feel like a fucking idiot for expecting others to do better at this point. 


You know what else makes me feel like an idiot? 


Listening to the shit Hana Nakajima has to say.


First of all Hana, I am under no obligation to make sense to you and I don’t even want to make sense to people like you, I think I made that abundantly clear not so long ago when you got bitched by me yet again and second of all, have you actually been watching Odyssey as of late?? Am I particularly happy about Liz receiving this opportunity? No, I’m not. Yes, I have my reasons beyond the fact she was just given an opportunity that others would kill to receive to dislike the championship match that’s occurring at Civil War but guess what? I can change that match, I can change the results of that match if I want to and I can decrease the chances of Liz walking away with what currently belongs to Stephanie if I want to. YOU can also do those things! My briefcase and your cup gives us the opportunity to make a choice that not even Aria can in this situation, as much as it pains me to admit this, you have just as much control as I currently do, which is quite a fucking lot. Like us both, like everyone else in this company, Aria has a job to do and she did it by “allowing” Scott Oasis to make that match. I have always done what I believe to be right for myself and for this brand and it doesn't bother me much if people disagree with my choices because the answer to what is right and what is wrong will vary depending on who you ask. Accepting Aria’s invitation to her team was not me kissing ass, it wasn’t me selling out or acting like a hypocrite, it was me doing what I believe to be best for the sake of this brand. I love my job, I love working here and I love being one of the top stars who gets to represent the greatest show in this entire company. I'm not about to let everything women like myself have worked for to ensure this brand is so excellent be shat on because Llorona is upset. I wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to fight for a cause I believe in and I wasn’t about to say no to getting a spot on a stage as grand as this, what did you want me to do Hana, sit on the sidelines and just watch as the future of the brand I belong to is in jeopardy? I don’t have to be told what I can do and what I can’t do, I don’t need anyone to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do and that goes for people on both teams. The only thing that is disappointing in this scenario is the lows you’re willing to sink to in order to pathetically try and prove your ludicrous points. I’d say whatever works, works, but this isn’t working for you and it hasn’t been for a very long time. 


From one delusional bitch to another, it looks like I’m tangling with The Banshee again. Yay. How fun! My sarcasm isn’t a defence because I’m scared of her or anything since she’s more like a fly that just won’t go away no matter how many times you whack it with a newspaper than a monster beneath the bed, no, my tone is to mask the fact that I’m tired. I’m tired of dealing with the same shit she has to offer every few months because it literally never changes. I’ve become numb to the threats and insults because we both know that when it comes down to it, Alyssa Grace trumps The Banshee every damn time. I’m reaching a point where I almost feel flattered that she’s keeping this whole hating me so much for no apparent reason thing up because whilst I get on with my business and live my best life, she just can’t get me out of her head. Rent fucking free baby.


Whilst I’m not concerned about Jonetta deciding to work alongside Banshee, I would be lying if I said that a part of me isn’t curious about the whole ordeal, stranger things have happened in this industry and I understand what the rebound process is like after losing a championship you cared about so greatly, it’s confusing and it can derail a competitor very easily because you’re forced to come up with some kind of answer to all the questions everyone has rather quickly. I’m sure she’s upset, she’s shown that she’s angry and it leaves me to wonder if those feelings have turned her desperate. She wouldn’t be the first person to have such a thing happen to her and really it just sucks to be her right now because on top of karma being delivered in the best way possible via being eliminated by Revy from the chamber to lose her championship, Jonetta has now sunk to aligning with The Banshee who has proven to be all bark, very little bite on numerous occasions. I don’t know if Jonetta truly believes the thing Llorona says but if I was her, I wouldn’t, not in the slightest. Is anyone supposed to genuinely believe that Llorona of all people wants to seize control of Odyssey for the greater good and make it a place where fresh faces get opportunities? Let’s be realistic for a moment, Jonetta would be the first to be kicked to the curb if Llorona had any degree of influence. Maybe she’s blind, maybe she’s stupid, maybe it’s a combination of the two but you can’t convince me that regardless of the result at Civil War, that this is going to end well for Jonetta.


Diantha wants to claw herself up out of the depths of near-irrelevance, Llorona wants to keep going with this grudge of hers, Jonetta wants to prove why she still thinks she’s the best, Banshee is fighting because she thinks she’s been overlooked and Daisy Thrash is.. well she’s there. There are a whole lot of overlapping interests and plot lines, lots of different motives and attitudes, and I can’t help but believe it’ll be dangerous for all those wires to cross. Sparks are gonna fly, more than likely so much to the point that it’ll prove team Llorona never really could co-exist. You ladies can strut into Civil War to fight for your respective causes, but Team Jaxon keeps it simple. We’re just playing to win, for ourselves, for Aria and for this brand. Our motivations and plan may be simple but everything we're aiming to do will be damn effective and it's like they say, if it ain't broke, don't fix it.


I don’t fancy leaving this on a negative note so I want to take a minute to just remind you all of how fucking good Aria’s team is, we might not be best friends or anything but we can come together, work together to make some magic and fight for a cause that we all believe in.


Starting off with one of the greatest to ever perform here in OWA, we’ve got Dulce Torres, someone who’s accolades say it all. There isn’t much to be said about Dulce that hasn’t already been said before by someone, she’s rightfully recognised as a legend here and it wouldn’t surprise me if she finds herself in the hall of fame sooner rather than later. It’s kinda funny how those who want to proclaim that she’s “lost her touch” couldn’t even hang with the worst version of Dulce on their best day, the woman has accomplished more than most of us can even dream of accomplishing and she’s showing no signs of slowing down, when things don’t necessarily go right for her, she doesn’t bitch and moan, she goes back to the drawing board and continues to work on herself and her craft. Dulce is Odyssey and truthfully, it’d be foolish to not have her on this team and I’m looking forward to working with her once again. 


And then we’ve got Serena Bennett, someone who one hundred and ten percent deserves to represent Team Aria at Civil War. Ever since she arrived here, she’s shown up and shown out despite all the bullshit she has received from others for simply being herself. Through victory and defeat she continues to prove that she belongs here just as much as the rest of us do and that’s something that just can’t be taken away from her, the amount of time she’s been here doesn’t mean shit, hell she’s a veteran in comparison to a large majority of us in this match. I know from experience just how tough, passionate, determined and dangerous she can be and anyone who refuses to admit to that for whatever reason will just have to experience it first hand because I can tell she (rightfully so) isn’t coming to play.


Someone who has really made this year her bitch has to be Rebecca Brookes, there have been multiple occasions where she’s proven that she belongs in the conversation when it comes to who poses as a legitimate threat in the main event and world championship scene. Don’t get me wrong, she has always been good but in 2021 she proved to us all just how great she is. I know she wants to end this year on a high note and I know she’s going to play her part magnificently well to ensure exactly that happens.  


Revy is another individual who has spent this year proving people wrong. I believe the best way to compliment her is just by saying that she’s.. well, she’s herself, Revy is Revy. She may be a little eccentric, boisterous and without filter but that’s what makes her the threat she is, Revy just doesn’t quit and that’s not something that can be said about everyone. She can be put down but I doubt she can be kept down because she just does not go away and that’s something to be respected. She can dish it out, she can take it and then she can dish it out once again. Revy thrives in chaos and that comes in handy for us because this match has calamity written all fucking over it.


A lot can and will be said about me. I look forward to hearing what everyone comes up with this week just as much as I look forward to stepping into the ring and getting the job done. I’m putting money on myself and my teammates because I know what we’re all capable of as singles competitors which gives me a pretty good idea as to what we’re capable of as a cohesive unit, even if it is just for one night.


What a glorious night it’s going to be.

You know what the funny thing about the Doomsday Triple Cage Match?

It's because the opposite team aren't the best people around. The Dynasty has so many enemies. This match happened because The Dynasty is some kind of disease, not too popular of a group.

Which brings me to my point before Hardcore Havoc why The Collective don't care much about titles and that is why we are willing to fight against The Dynasty with or without titles. Hell, even the OWA Chairman himself, Scott Oasis, is willing to get his hands dirty because of The Dynasty. Jacob Senn, Darkane, Matt Miles, Kazuya Iwade, and Elijah Hampton. But not just them. There are also Mark Michaels, Ryo Sakazaki, El Landerson, and Devi Krysis.

Let me talk about the good things first to make it fair. Senn and Darkane are very successful individuals. Darkane was even the previous OWA World Champion before the current Champ, Graham Baker is having that belt. Elijah Hampton and Kazuya Iwade. Two proven young guys who can be the faces of the OWA or any other promotions that are all around the world. Matt Miles and Mark Michaels. Two seasoned veterans who are proven to have great mentality and keep leaving the prints on the floor. Ryo Sakazaki, El Landerson, and Devi Krysis. Three Superstars are always ready to make an impact and keep showing their spirits no matter how much the odds are against them and yet, they keep going and going. I appreciate and acknowledge their never say die attitude.

On paper... actually nah, not just on the paper, this is like an all star dream team or rather an ideal faction that could be standing right on the top. This is what I feel like a good faction. I don't know if all of these individuals are going to have chemistry or not but I'm actually impressed with the mix of this group. Great job I suppose.

But that goes on for the opposite of the team too. The team that I'm in has impressive members too. I'm sure everyone already knows Scott Oasis is a 3 times World Champion and a hall of famer. Bad Boy Know is the SSW Intercontinental Heavyweight Champion. Maggall is the current OWA Prestige Champion. Eon Blue is a former OWA Openweight Champion. Corey Matthis is the first ever OWA Icarus Champion and a former OWT Champion. ARYX is a former OWT Commonwealth Champion. Remington Ivory Scott is a former Kingdom Pro's Kingdom Champion and Kingdom Pro's Atlantic Champion. Titan is the conqueror of Gods. And myself? Of course I'm a former SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Champion. Each and every single of us have accomplished golds. We are some of the best individuals that have been on the top. We know how it feels to be on the top and we for sure are ready to feel that way again when we beat the opposite team in the Three Stack Doomsday Cage match.

Senn and Darkane are very successful guys but that is also Scott Oasis description. When I say Hampton and Iwade can be the faces of OWA or any other promotions, that can be applied to Bad Boy Know, Maggall, Eon Blue, Remington Ivory Scott, Corey Matthis, ARYX, and Titan. All of them also possessed the never say die attitude like Ryo Sakazaki, El Landerson, and Devi Krysis too but they are more successful than the three of them combined. And what I said about Matt Miles and Mark Michaels, probably can be described about myself except I'm a former World Champion and they are not.

So, yes, I do think the team I'm in is more superior than The Dynasty and their friends. That's what I can say for our team. We are not all-stars though. We are the Destruction. We are the Rules of Dominance. We are the best of the best.

Everyone on the opposing team, mostly the Dynasty, have experienced the wrath of our team. The Collective, B.O.B., and Acolytes. We stomped you all down on White Boy Winter. Darkane made a comeback and the second he did, he couldn't handle B.O.B. Then the rest of The Dynasty tried to save him and then they couldn't get out from The BBC and Acolytes' wrath. Correy Mathis was able to knock Mark Michaels out. RIP sent Ryo Sakazaki to the barricade and right away. ARYX nearly took Kazuya Iwade head off but either way, Iwade got knocked out. No beef towards Devi Krysis personally but she knows how it is to be in the same ring with me and Maggall.

So where is our team disadvantage? What is lacking in BBC, B.O.B., and Acolytes? Again, I know how great the opposing team is but in your minds, you all THINK you can beat us where we KNOW we can beat you. I'm not underestimating any of you but I just want to know what your take is based on the fact we were able to lay out all of you.

So that's why, Darkane, I'm afraid to say that your scenario of trying to have an epic comeback was ruined at Winter Boy. Sorry about that but it could be ruined even further during the Civil War. I know how much you like this kind of match but make no mistake, this BBC yes man in your words, knows deep inside your mind that you're still trying to figure it out to be able to stand against us. Not just you but the rest of your friends too.

And that includes Mark Michaels. Another fail attempt to win a World Championship that you have been trying to chase on for years and once again, failed to get up 1-2-3 and again, failed to play the so-called hero during the chaos at Winter Boy.

Hmm that could apply to Ryo Sakazaki too. Don't worry about me Ryo, please worry about yourself. Even if I'm the Bad Boy Know little bitch in your words, you're pretty much a bitch in your whole OWA career. As I said, I appreciate your never say die attitude but you better think to try to escape this match first. This is a whole nightmare for you.

And last but not least, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Kazuya Iwade. Seems like I have disappointed you and pretty much almost everybody else on this earth. But I don't think you should be concerned if this is the real me or the fake me. I know you have a great talent and a gifted athlete but the beatdown you got at Winter Boy? Was not even our best. If you couldn't get up from our little tiny preview attack, imagine what we could do to you when we are in full beast mode.

Now I hope you all think what I've been saying because you might think of something but I know….The BBC, B.O.B, and Acolytes know, we are going to be the ones that going to win this match.

They say I don't breathe and bleed OWA enough to reach the masses. They say I'm too pro-black for the talents to even talk to me. Shit, I guess I just make people downright uncomfortable. Well, look at me, what else is new? I'll always make people feel uncomfortable! Still, I may not give a damn what you people think, but my own people deserve more than to be beaten over the head with exploitative nonstop black trauma. I ain't Hollywood. So I'll change it up a bit to let my thoughts reach the people, as more than just a black militant. Enjoy it, because it might not happen very often.

What do I think of these people outside of calling some of them crackers to snap in two? Here we go, I'll start up with the boys on my side.

Eon Blue, the dark blue-chipper. This former champion has gotten wise to the business and people think that makes him crazy, but nah he's just woke enough to straddle that line between genius and crazy.

Scott Oasis, the only damn boss I know in this business that knows that the big brand wrestlers are what made this business. Because that's what he is and he's been there as a monster in this industry. He's a beast and the boss with his finger most close to the pulse of knowing what makes this business run as it does.

Titan, his name says it all, he's boom shakalaka. I'm not just talking about what they say after big basketball dunks. If you kids don't know just youtube search "boom shakalaka titans" to know what this leviathan's all about in bringing down the gods of OWA.

Remington Ivory Prescott, the biggest signing as a new figure in OWA for all of 2021! And I don't mean that like they when they call every random Jo the next face of Olympus and all that jazz. I'm talking about the biggest new OWA signing since Arata Asakura! Even I heard of this guy before he came here. Any company would want to sign him and give him a fat paycheck.

Bad Boy Know, yall the ones who put him in the high 90s in your OWA video game! So you're already in the know about this bad boy.

Nobi, the picture of consistency that you can always count on to give you what you need. Not too small of a guy either.

Corey Matthis, the man who picked up the ashes after Finnegan Wakefield flew too close to the sun to make the Icarus Championship. Probably one of the only young cats to amount to something from OWT, he put in the work to get here and won't let anyone get in his way. He's sure to do better with his time in the sun than Finn did at least.

ARYX, that's the kid! The next time I'm as missing as everyone one day expects, he'll be keeping up the culture here in OWA. Y'all better be ready, because he won't be playing with y'all as much as I do for fun.

I shouldn't even have to keep talking because my team is that stacked with larger than life monsters and the future of this business that you should already get the message! But I know the people would start crying! The culture would cry out for more insight on the truth! While the uncultured would cry tears that I ain't putting in the work. So I'll keep going with what they're pretending is our ops.

Jacob Senn, aight he's a legend. I don't like em, in fact I debuted in OWA with the Phantom Troupe to jump his ass and I hate his roots with the J-Dynasty, but I'll give him that. Still, considering how much crying I hear about myself being here for titles, I wonder what everyone think Jacob is here for? You think he'd be here without the hall of fame rings, the titles, and leadership? Please.

Darkane? I don't know what took him so long to get to OWA, just like I don't get how someone like him would let his aura clash with a group that doesn't fit him like the Dynasty, but I won't ask too many questions about what I don't care about. I'll admit he's the other heavy hitter on their team outside Jacob, in fact he got all of OWA spooked right after he crawled out from whatever gravestone rock he was hiding under! Still, he's been hanging around the same circle that's thought he was the shit for years now, what's going to happen when this worm's time under the sun gets put under the microscope with outsiders who don't give a damn about his revered reputation?

Elijah Hampton, the man who had my belt and people tell me is this business's future. I don't see it. He's overrated to me. He's as generic as the next guy, but speaks a lot longer than the rest of them to make it irritating when you can't sleep through it. I really don't get how Darkane is anti-social, yet somehow this annoying ass managed to do the work of god to be in his inner circle. Still, he doesn't suck or anything, he's a solid hand, just one that's about to get stepped on by over 300 pounds.

Matt Miles. Alright Matt, give up the details. You're much less annoying than Elijah, so tell me how you got the hook up to hang with Darkane, does Jacob pretend to be all dark for y'all to pull that shit off? I know you ain't bragging to Darkane about all your cars and bling, so I gotta know. I don't got much against you, ignoring the cracker stuff, that's why I'm asking you since you might be cool enough on the streets to let me know. Still, you know how it is, big gangsters lose family and even Robin got a crowbar when they wanted to mess with the Bat; you being Jacob's sidekick is why you'll keep getting plowed.

Kazuya Iwade is the guy I just beat, and you know he's crying and bitching like no other. He mad about my loyalty to the company. Doesn't he work for the Dynasty? He really thinks Jacob cares about this company, and both care about him. This guy. The Dynasty only cares about money, so why are they all up on my ass about how I make mine? Jacob's brainwashed him to be some naive idiot who believes in hard work instead of working smart. That's why we were able to get the win over him on Olympus. He's the naive type of person Amazon would force to work through a hurricane and tell him he can't leave. Peace be upon the souls who lost their lives under the grip of that cold corporation. OWA and the Dynasty are Amazon, Iwade until you realize your blind servitude is a problem you'll keep suffering from. OWA is my employer, not my friend, not my family, I will never work a day here that isn't to my benefit and I'm proud of that.

Mark Michaels, they tell me he's some Romani King. All I've seen is him getting beat by that Graham Cracker, but so did Darkane, so I guess this whole team has been folded lately. I lied I saw he couldn't get the job done against Niki Khan, a chick half his size beat him. Now I know he held the same title I have under the hybrid name, but that was only because I wasn't around to make this division prestigious. And Mark, you can call yourself a Romani King, but outside of the Moldova no one has ever heard of, your country is the most forgettable in its entire territory on the map! And you're the name in the order of your team when it starts getting close to joke territory.

Ryo Sakazaki, joke. Every team I've ever seen him in have had haters shitting on him on social media. But yo, I saw how you slighted Elijah by not even mentioning his name in your team hype, I respect that.

El Landerson, bigger joke. But I think he does it on purpose. I'm not going to waste my time. I'm already going to have to waste too much time already.

Devi Krysis, biggest joke! She's female El Landerson, but I think she's serious. And she cost me the tag team championships, so she better not let catch her in that ring.

Nobi, Bad Boy Know, and I already defeated Jacob, Matt, and Elijah, what's changed? You people added Darkane, Iwade, Mark Michaels and a bunch of jokes while we've added a whole squad of killers. Oasis and Darkane can be considered equal gains. Iwade and Mark on their best days MIGHT up a fights comparable to Eon and ARYX. Is Ryo meant to handle ANYONE on my team? We already know he can't handle Corey, Corey outclassed him to become the first Icarus Champion. Even if Ryo could take somebody, who El Landerson and Devi got? You know they don't got nobody. You know this is a glorified handicap match, else you're handicapped in the brain. We've got a massive weight, youth, and momentum advantage in this match. We're even the sicker motherfuckers for this Three Stack Doomsday Cage! Yeah, Darkane, Senn, Matt, and maybe Elijah and Mark are ruthless enough for this, but the rest? Questionable. Devi wasn't even willing to put down her pal Jeff X in a normal match, you think she's willing to maim people and tear flesh in this cage match???? I don't.

But my whole team is ruthless enough to do that and more. The actual question is if you'll ever get us to stop? When you got the bodies of our opponents laid out and wasted, and we have the approval, if not downright encouragement, of the boss monster Scott Oasis, what will stop guys like Titan, Eon, and I from straight-up ending careers just for the fun of it? TELL ME! WHO IS GOING TO PEEL MY OVER 300 POUND ASS OFF A DEVI OR AN EL LANDERSON WHEN I'M BEATING ON THEIR LIFELESS BODIES FOR GETTTING INTO A MATCH THEY HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING IN? WHEN THE ADRENALINE OF WAR GETS INTO HIS HEAD, WILL SCOTT EVEN BE IN THE MENTAL STATE TO ASK ME NOT THE END THE CAREERS OF MEAL TICKETS LIKE JACOB AND DARKANE WHEN I'M CAVING THEIR HEADS IN?!

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Oh my bad, my bad! I know it makes y'all uncomfortable when a big black man raises his voice. But those are questions you have to ask yourselves before you head towards your doom.

Heh, maybe he would ask me to stop if it got to that point with those meal tickets, but I don't think he'd mind if I put an Elijah or an Iwade on the shelf for a few months, as long as he can sell the story of their precious return from a near career-ending beat down in the future. Yo Iwade, I warned you how capitalists and business people work. I hope you're listening mister love to be here and do everything for the corporate masters, Iwade, mister throw your hands up to be abused like an Amazon worker. Don't ever forget we're all just dollars to the OWA higher-ups.

You can get mad at me all you want, but there's a reason I come and go in this company whenever I feel like, or they have something to offer me. It's because I know my worth and so does the top brass. You sacks of shit morons are employees that need OWA to fulfill yourselves and you do anything to break your backs to please the company, while I'm the extra flavour they pay the big bucks to have specially ordered when this place gets too bland. If Iwade or any of y'all expect me to apologize for that you're sorely mistaken, I'm a proud part-time attraction that comes in to make money, spread the black agenda, and break bodies. Your lives and well being is a game to me brothers, I'm just a grown kid who was never supposed to be nothin', but made it anyways in a sick world that treated me like trash since I was born. Why should anything be precious for me now? Especially a wretched ass corporation of all things, that'd be a joke. I ain't buck broke, you slaves to this system are going to see a free man come into that arena and tear you apart as your bodies have never been torn before! Keep kissing up to the masses; I hope they send you hospital letters.