It was weird.

Only a month or two ago, MYOJIN was riding high off on a newfound undefeated streak. Losing to their friend Jason Long, or rather Abholos- whatever the hell that entity was- had been the kick in the ass they had needed to go into second gear. The Shining Star had made the most out of every opportunity that they were given in OWA ever since that match- from winning title shots for the World Tag Team Championships with their partner Savannah Sunshine, to going completely undefeated as Team Starburst until the duo had finally won the belts in a triple threat tag match that almost no one had expected them to prevail in. Things had been going well- and the youthful wrestler had felt they were fulfilling their promise of rising to become the best.

Then in their first defense of the titles, they had lost them- which had briefly faltered MYOJIN's normally unwavering morale and confidence, the blonde believed that they and Savannah would eventually have gotten their hands on the titles again- but the duo hadn't teamed in a while since then- and the Shining Star's last singles match was a lost due to being caught off guard with an eye rake, something they couldn't believe that they had fallen for.

MYOJIN was one not used to failure- not constant failure, at the very least. They knew that they were capable of accomplishing more, they had always thought they would have achieved far much more at this point in their career. Yet at the moment, they felt… directionless. Like they had lost sight of what they had been aiming for.

It was so weird how one could feel like they were going on a meteoric rise to a steady decline so fast.

The blonde stared at a pink sky, the picture-perfect clouds outlined by the golden rays of the bright sun- which slowly sunk under the horizon as they ran- leaving gentle imprints of their feet in the white sand under them. The calming sound of birds in the distance- along with the rhythmic crashing of the glistening waves against the sand helped the blonde think as they jogged. A few beads of sweat rolled down the side of their cheek and drenched their athletic wear while a look of thoughtful determination was on their face. The beach they were at was La Jolla Cove, located in San Diego- a place that their family during their childhood used to constantly visit in the Summer for its picturesque beauty. A place of tranquility and happiness. Nowadays, MYOJIN had found themself going to the Cove as a means to clear their head and think, to meditate when they wanted to be alone.

Right now, that obviously was the case as they continued to think. Trying to think of what their next move would be- what would be their goals setting forward if Team Starburst was going to be on hiatus for now. Though, they wouldn't be alone for long in thinking about that.

"Shouta? Shouta! There you are, you haven't been answering my calls.” The familiar voice of Savannah, MYOJIN's tag partner and closest friend in OWA called out with worry in her voice in the distance. The blonde looked up, dark brown eyes widened slightly with surprise as they saw Savannah making her way across the empty beach toward them.

“Sav..? What’s up, and how did you find m-”

They were cut off short by a firm hug by the smaller wrestler, blinking with brief confusion before reciprocating the embrace for a few moments until Savannah let go- she then lightly punched them in the shoulder with a glare. “Ow! What was that for?”

“That's for not answering your texts. I've been worried about you ever since the last Kingdom!” The Candyland Queen responded, tilting her head and placing her hands on her hips with a small pout. MYOJIN simply rubbed the back of their neck.

“What for? I'm fine.” The blonde responded nonchalantly, rolling the shoulder that just got hit- until they received another hit to the same area from their partner. “-?! Ow? Okay, what the hell?!"

“You know it's easy to tell when you're lying right? You got drugged, kidnapped, and had a loaded GUN pointed in your face- and ever since then, you've been really unlike yourself- Haven't been talking to me or any of your friends! The reason I'm even here is because your fiancee called me to look for you because she was worried about how you've been acting recently, so you're obviously NOT fine.” Savannah pointed out matter-of-factly. The Shining Star winced, looking down briefly as they took a deep exhale- their chest puffing up and down. They really didn't like how people could read their emotions that easily sometimes.

“Yeah… Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to make you or anyone else worry about me. It's just… you know, I've had a lot to think about recently.”

Savannah's energetic nature began to fade, concern growing lightly on her face as she looked at them. “Shouta, what's up? We're a team, you know that you can talk to me about anything.”

MYOJIN slowly nodded, turning back to the sun that was slowly setting in the far distance- briefly closing their eyes while thinking of what to say. “I'm… I don't know, I guess that I'm just having doubts about things.”

She raised her eyebrows, listening intently. “Doubts about what, exactly?”

“Doubts about… I guess myself. About what I'm exactly doing here. When I first signed a contract to OWA, I always had in mind to leave my mark on the place. To prove that I could be just as successful in new territory, and to test myself against some of the best talents that the world has to offer… And recently? I've just been feeling like I've been doing the exact same thing that I criticize a lot of other wrestlers for- and that's stagnating. Yeah, you and I- we've made a great tag team, we won the championships- and even if we didn't hold onto them as long as either of us would have liked... I still feel like we showed everyone what we were capable of as a team- but by myself..? Every big singles match that I've had in this company so far hasn't really gone my way, and I guess a little selfishly.. I want to show that I can be just as successful as my own.” They admitted, turning back to face Savannah- almost expecting her to take their words the wrong way- but she seemed understanding.

“And now, it's just everything's felt like I'm not even in control anymore. I wasn't able to make it back into the ring to help you when Senn and Miles were beating us. I lost a fight because I got poked in the eyes out of all things, I wasn't aware of my surroundings and ended up abducted by a fucking weeb because I didn't have my guard up. I guess that I've been feeling helpless…”

“I get how you're feeling.. There's nothing wrong with that. But, if you're feeling down on yourself just because you got pinned for the first time in a long time in your last match- You know that you'd be a serious hypocrite for that, right?” She responded with a small smirk forming on her lips.

“What?”

“Every time that I've doubted myself, every time that people have told me that I'm a weak link and that I was holding you back- You continued to believe in me. You continued to support me and be my friend, you're the first partner in a long time that I've felt that I could trust and know wouldn't turn on me the moment things went wrong. You've been a great friend, and now that something doesn't go the way you want it to once- you're suddenly kicking yourself while you're down? There's no way in hell that I'm going to let you do that yourself. You motivated me when I was struggling, when I didn't believe in myself- so it's only right I do the same for you and give you the push that you need.” She took a step forward, placing a hand on MYOJIN's shoulder as her smile brightened.

“Shouta, you're a pretty damn good wrestler- and you know that. Soon enough, you're going to be getting the chance to prove yourself on your own- and fight for the Outlaw Championship. Theodor is tough, believe me, I'd know- Azumi is literally a legend, Jordan and Udy are… well, nevermind those two- It's going to be a tough fight, but I know you can win it. You've got this, and you better not think otherwise. Alright, teammate?”

MYOJIN couldn't help but find her words empowering. They smiled gently as well in return, laughing a bit- Savannah was right. They were kind of being hypocritical. “Thanks, Sav. Seriously, I needed to hear that."

“I know you did.” She gave a little wink as the two turned toward the scenery in front of them. “Then after all of this is over? You and I both know there's unfinished business to take care of.”

“Yep. The Tag Titles. We'll rebuild ourselves to be better and stronger- and when the time comes, we'll have the reign that we wanted but weren't ready for, right?”

“You betcha,” Savannah nodded, holding her fist out. MYOJIN met her halfway with a fist bump- the reassurance of their trust and friendship, looking over. “Now come on, let's get out of here. I know Himari's probably made dinner by now, and hopefully, she's made enough for me to join in!”

As she walked off, MYOJIN was about to follow her- but paused once they felt the vibration of their phone. A notification as they pulled it out. OWA had officially announced the card for Hardcore Havoc 4- as they finally saw the match they would be in. Falls Count Anywhere Scramble for the Outlaw Championship against the champion, a legend, and two fuckwits.

MYOJIN had found a new direction. The next step. It was going to be hard, possibly the hardest match that they would have gone through so far in their run in the company- but one that could lead to progression, to finally climbing over the steep hill and breaking the glass ceiling for good. A new goal to reach for and something that they knew they were capable of accomplishing:

Becoming the next Outlaw Champion.


Recently, I've felt like I haven't been on my A-game.

I know, surprising for me of all people to show any resemblance of humility, isn't it? But even I have to admit, I haven't been at my best. Losing the OWA World Tag Team Championships and then losing to Noah Quinn in a match that I know that I could have won, but I didn't. I'm not the kind of person that constantly makes excuses for my failures and setbacks. I can accept them, it's what makes me different from most of these clowns- I'm able to look at my losses and learn from them and adapt, to take it is a lesson- But this recent time off of Kingdom left me a lot of time to ponder over things, to understand why I was feeling off in recent memory. I think that I was starting to lose my edge, my ambition, my constant hunger to strive to be the greatest.

I was growing complacent. Savannah and I won the titles due to our desire to prove everyone wrong about us- but after that? I'm not sure if I was ready, if my heart was in the place that it needed to be. I’m not sure if I had the resolve to be a reigning, defending champion then.

I started questioning my own conviction… But now I feel different. Now I feel like whatever I had been missing, it’s returned to me. I’ve found direction again, back on the right path- and it all starts with the Outlaw Championship.

This is the moment that I've been waiting for, the chance I've been desiring for so long- and now it's finally within my reach. So close that I can almost taste it, but still yet so far- The moment is near, and I know that despite the odds- I know I can do this. I know that I can win this.

I know that winning is possible. And that's all I need to steel my nerves and prepare myself. Though, truth be told? This might be the most nervous I have ever felt before a match- and that's crazy coming from me. I'm never nervous, I'm never scared. I'm That Bitch. I've won multiple championships and have prevailed in multiple big fights all across the world, I'm MYOJIN- prettier than the girl of your dreams and more technically gifted than your favorite wrestler. I would normally not even be worried in the slightest, and yet… this means so much to me. This is my first chance for a singles championship in Omega Wrestling Alliance, something that I've been waiting for what seems like forever. Though it matters more to me than that.

Theodor, you and I know each other rather well. We’re friends with the same people, you know my family and I know yours. I also know that you have been one hell of a champion, taking that title from arguably one of the toughest fighters in this company- Michael Bishop. You’ve carved your own way and have shown that you’re not just another name in the Frontline, but you’re your own person- It’s no secret that I think pretty damn highly of you, and that’s what it sparked a fire that I’ve been missing when you picked me as one of your potential contenders for this title defense. I’m pretty flattered that you think I’d be a good challenge to test yourself against, but that’s the problem.

I’m far more than what you’ve bargained for.

You’ve been a strong champion, but I can see that the title has been taking a toll on you- the growing fatigue and insecurity. Not too long ago, you referred to it as a curse- and it makes me wonder, Theo. Is that fighting spirit of yours still intact? Are you going to still have that same passion that you’ve shown in the past when you’re not sure of yourself? Are you going to be ready to fight against four other competitors when you already have so much on your mind? I know the feelings that you’re going through, sweetheart. I’ve fought against my own demons far too many times to count- and you of all people would know that. That’s why I want you at your absolute best at Hardcore Havoc, I don’t want this meek and brooding champion- I want the same warrior that managed to put down Bishop- I want to fight the strongest version of you so I know when I win, it wasn’t because you weren’t giving it your all.

But this isn’t just about you and me, even if I would enjoy having a proper one on one against you.

Azumi Goto, there is so much to say about you- I can’t help but have some respect and admittedly be a little bit of a fan. You’ve been around here much longer than I have and knowing that soon enough, I will be facing you for a chance to become a champion again- It’s exciting. Though, it seems like in a way that you’ve not been very dissimilar to me. You’ve been on a directionless path as well- after suffering losses to Banshee, losing to Long in the Spartan Championship tournament- to fighting the Black Sun. Just like me, this is your chance to finally get back to where you want to be- to continue building the monumental legacy that you have… But there’s a difference between you and me, you’ve proven all that you’ve needed to in this company and professional wrestling as a whole. Me? I haven’t even gotten started yet. You’re at the point in your career where you’re starting to slow down, even if you’re as good as I know you are- And yours truly? I’m still just getting started. I haven’t even reached my prime yet. There’s a lot more at stake for me here than you, and that’s why I’m going to fight even harder.

Now that I got the two respectable opponents out of the way, time to focus on… the other two.

Jodan, babe, haven’t I beaten you before already in a tag match? Didn’t you beg me to be on your little show that never got off the ground?  I’m not even sure why you’re even in this match- given you’ve done nothing to earn it. I pretty much said all that I need to about you when you kidnapped us, you’re a loser with an inflated ego who desperately surrounds himself around others to feel like you matter. You’re a joke- and the only time you were able to even be remotely considered a threat to the three of us was when you pulled out a gun. The problem is, sweetheart, a gun won’t save you now- And you don’t have any of us tied up against our will. If I don’t kick your ass and tear one of your limbs off first? Chances are Pavel or Goto will, maybe even Udy will take another shot at knocking you out. You’re not a threat, you're just in the way- and when the time comes, I'm going to enjoy ripping that dirty mop hair out of your scalp and forcing it along with your cheap sunglasses down your fucking throat.

As for you, Udy? Well, I do appreciate that you came to our rescue- but seriously. How did either you or the JoJo weeb get into this match? When's the last time either of you has wrestled? Udy, have you won a single match at all this year? You don't even have a contract still! The champion only picked Goto and I as his challengers, the two of you merely snuck your way into our business- but that's okay because neither of you has much of a chance at winning anyways.

All of that said? The five of us are coming into this match with something to prove. Theodor to continue aiming to be the best champion that he can be, Azumi to show that she still has what it takes, Jodan desperately searching for any sort of relevancy he can grasp onto, and Udy just trying to actually get a job here. This match won't just be about who is the best wrestler, but who has the greatest resolve- the strongest willpower. And that's going to be me.

I'm going to earn my first singles championship. I'm going to show why I'm a future OWA Hall of Famer in the making when I beat both a dominant champion and a legendary veteran… and the other two bitches. I'm going to prove anyone that thought I wouldn't survive in this environment wrong when I go from the Shining Star…

To the Shining Outlaw.

See you lovelies soon. Keep that shiny belt warm for me, Theo- I promise to take good care of it once it's in my possession.

This is what I mean when I said that I used to love irritating people with my words.

See? Matt Miles said that he respected me and questioned my motive why I joined the BBC and now after I said one and two things and now in all of sudden he said the fans never wanted me to go so far and no one wanted me to be a World Champion. In all of sudden you said they didn't want me to go far and said that I'm a simp that expected them to love me back which is why they had me as their mascot and labelled me as "The White Knight".

Exactly for what? Why should I be loyal to the people that want me to be their slave? Why should I sacrifice my blood, bones, and body to the people that don't respect me? Why should I just be their puppet?

But loyalty stuff shouldn't be coming out from your mouth, Miles considering you have countless partners in the past. Otherwise, I would still see you hanging out with the likes of Aren Mstislav or Lannister. Speaking of Aren, he was your old friend and you didn't help him out when he was dying as he tried to protect Olympus. What makes you think your relationship with Senn is going to be long this time around? Are you sure you are really best friends with him? What makes it guaranteed that you two will be best friends forever?

Ok, I guess the same question can be asked to me considering why I joined Bad Boy Know and I'll gladly answer it again to you.

And I suppose this will answer your question too, Jacob Senn.

Luckily, my partnership with Bad Boy Know is just a business thing but let me ask you first Senn, what makes you think I'm just a Bad Boy Know's pawn?

Sure, I'll satisfy you by saying that Bad Boy Know has the same skin as Medusa's but actually no. At least not proven yet. Mazino and Viego are still Bad Boy's proteges. He takes care of them so I don't see why I'm different.

Now let me speak to Miles alone before I'm back to you Senn.

So Miles, I'm supposed you're right that basically I'm an idiot for being the fan's simp and I see the bigger scenario to stop being their hero because now I'm free and I can do whatever I want.

Which is the thing that you're going to hate.

You didn't want me to join the BBC or rather, you didn't want me to be in this match because you know as well as I do that I know how to stop people's heart and you're afraid that I would do that to you, Senn, or Elijah. You mentioned it before that I lost the fight to you and Senn and such but I have different partners now and I know what they're capable of doing to you, Senn, and Elijah.

Let me talk to you Senn. I don't think you out of all people should speak for the people. As far as I'm concerned, you're not too loyal and even worse, you never fight for the fans so what gives you the right to say that the fans were always behind my back? That they believed in me to be their symbol of hope? And actually, 5 years is a long time and I have made them happy and quite frankly, I was happy too but is it wrong that I'm making a change myself to be better than who I was?

I actually have answered why I joined Bad Boy Know and Maggal but what do I expect from the fans? Money? Championships? Opportunities? No. I have earned all of those already with my own hands. What I want from them is that, can they respect the choice that I'm taking? That I'm no longer their White Knight?

No.

They boo me as soon as I joined Bad Boy Know. They don't want to support me anymore because from their point of view, I have become a bad guy. Why? Just because I'm having an alliance with people who aren't too popular with the fans like Bad Boy Know and Maggal? From my point of view, I'm just doing what I feel is going to work for me and that's including taking the Championships away from you, Miles, and Elijah. By the way, Championships are just a bonus to me at this point and even without the titles on the lines, I'm still willing to face you in this match.

You mentioned Matt Miles, Darkane, Elijah Hampton, Big Naheem, and Kazuya Iwade as people that will vouch for you that you're not an asshole. And didn't I say despite the asshole you are, I said it as an accomplishment.

But ok, you want to take those as an insult because apparently your heart is too fragile and too weak, Senn. Such a shame a two time hall of famer like you is crying because I called you an asshole.

But you are one. Remember Wrestleworld? You wanted a piece of Arata Asakura because from your point of view, he was responsible for Brian Daniels' supposed ending career. You were acting like a good friend to Brian Daniels but a year later, you didn't even appreciate what he was trying to do and you know what he wanted from you Senn? That he wanted you to be not an asshole and yet, you still joined The Phantom Troupe…..or The Dynasty now. Sounds familiar, am I right Senn? And you deserved that slap because you weren't even listening.

And now you don't want me to join the BBC because now I'm exactly having a similar path with you and yet, you still questioned me what my motive is? Not only are you an asshole but you're also a hypocrite jackass.

But I'm done with you Senn. Let me address Elijah Hampton while I'm at it.

I laughed and laughed hard when I heard what you said about me, Elijah. You think you were trying to convince people who I really am? Did you know that I would show my so-called true colours? Well then, nobody believed you because you just can't be taken seriously. As a wrestler, sure. But as a talker…..not so much. I don't mind you to call me a C Actor who starred in C Movies but I'll just name one movie and that is the new Suicide Squad movie which was a hit and not to mention, I'm getting my own series too because I'm such a charismatic actor. You think the reason why I joined the BBC is because I'm desperate? Boy, you got it all wrong. I already said that Championships are just a bonus to me at this point and as you said, one World Championship is enough for me but yes why not to win more accolades? Those are nice. You think my OWA career is in the balance? No. I killed 2 people in this kind of stipulation match and even when I did have the situation where I broke my bones and my body, I always keep coming back. Why? Because I have a great durability. I keep coming back because no one can't knock me down. No one can stop my career. Hell, Miles and Senn tried to do so last year and they failed. But for you? You're going to be in a state of shock because you have never been trapped in this kind of match against me. Do show me what you have, Elijah, I'll just break your body apart. You failed to do so to me by the way when you were facing off against me before. Hell, I gave you credit for beating me fair and square before but now, without any rules, I'll break anything you have in your tank.

You three are going to have a hard time to deal with me, Bad Boy Know, and Maggal and we're going to take your Championships away.

Jonetta Stone is shown in a fancy hotel room, seated on a luxury bed with the OWA Women's World Championship tightly held to herself. It's dark, but she's gotten scented candles and the poster of the event of Hardcore Havoc on the walls. She's in flannel pyjamas but can't go to sleep out of annoyance and having something to say.

I have heard of creatures evolving into being worthless. A rare phenomenon I thought could only be found in the wild after generations of human interference. For example, many elephants evolved to no longer grow tusks because my fellow poachers and I hunted them down for their ivory throughout centuries. But that's fine, that's fair, we've had our time, and there's plenty of other sources of ivory. But what I did not expect is that in merely under a year the OWA populace would find themselves so outclassed, so outwrestled by yours truly, that so many of you would give up on wrestling altogether and start relying on the cheapest tactics in the game to try catching up to me!

You don't learn new wrestling moves. You learn how to throw flashbangs.

You don't hit the gym. You hit up your gangs for firearms and tactical knives.

You don't make calls to the best trainers in the world. You find your finest ouija boards and ask ghosts the best way you can spook the competition.

You people have made a mockery of this sport, and the worst thing is that none of you people care. You have no idea what kind of damage you'll do if you unseat me from my ivory tower and drag the division I brought to main events down to the gutter with you. Worst of all, you aren't taking into account that after I overcome the odds and beat all of you, I still have to contend with the fact that briefcase and trophy holders are going to come out of their distraction last woman standing match and try to cash in on me! Neither of them is as brave as I was when I cashed in ahead of time with notice for a triple threat match at Final Destination. Don't you people remember how bad it was when Eris became champion on such disgusting grounds?

You all know this isn't right. I shouldn't have to defend my championship in this barbaric match. Every other world champion in this company gets to defend in one on one contests! You all know that Revy isn't even out there to take claim at the championship, she's just out there to hurt me! Each and every one of you are women who have had your chances. Except one of you, who isn't any better than the others.

Jonetta stands up on her bed and rips the poster from the wall with the Banshee on it off the wall.

And there's this nonsense, they say she's going to have some crazed superpowers because it's so close to Halloween. Dark arts don't belong in the wrestling ring. How many wrestlers have met an unfortunate end this year because OWA can't get this poppycock under control?!! The whole arena should have all sorts of exorcists, wards, talismans, and whatever else is needed to keep out whatever stupidity is being planned by any nutcases that intend to sully the sanctity of my world championship contest!

Half of you women haven't even been in something like this Promethean Chamber. We don't need any distractions. This match is a terror in itself, where women lose their humanity and maim each other for the gold that'll define their careers! If Revy thinks what I did to her and anyone else to get where here is bad, wait until she sees this chamber match up close and personal! I could have gone the rest of my career never competing in this match ever again, if one is to call this barbarism a competition in the first place! But I'm the champion, so I have no choice but to shave years off my life once again just to try becoming the victor of this match! Everyone will have their hopes, but at the end of the day, this match will not have been worth it for five ladies that lose! The last time I was in this match, I was the one who eliminated the champion and yet I left empty-handed, so trust me I know what it takes to make an impact and just how cruel it is that none of it matters unless you're the last woman standing! This time, I won't be out there trying to make a name for myself, I'll be wrestling smart and viciously with the experience of a jaded bitch who'll do anything possible to get out of this match alive! Most of you girls will think you're special, and this is some great way to get the spotlight. But once you're having your face ground into steel and you're bleeding out more blood than you've ever imagined possible, you'll understand that everything I have done to you this year was merciful in comparison! You'll tell yourselves that you should have listened to Jonetta and had left her alone and never became puppets for Aria Jaxon!

Llorona, I know understanding that is why you tried to take me out on Odyssey. You've had your knife at my neck. You've done all sorts of twisted threats to people in this company. But this was the first time you were actually truly out there trying to get a kill. You tried to kill me on Odyssey because deep down in your heart you know I'm the most prepared person to go inside that hell with you at Hardcore Havoc. You even lowered yourself to take advantage of Revy's insanity until you turned on you. I know you'll say you're confident because this is the only match you've ever gotten anything over on me, as you managed to eliminate me last time. But we both know different. Neither of us is going to enter this match the same women we were back then. We both also know this match will be worse than it was last time. Last time the match was filled with hopeful idiots, sure, but this time? We've got crazy people like Revy and Banshee who are too stupid to realize that their antics will only make this nightmare more dangerous for everyone involved. They won't win of course, but their stupidity will cause more injuries than needed. And you and me? We'll be trying to do everything it takes to get eliminations and keep our own health intact rather than going in there trying to showboat. So spare me your retellings of the past as if it'll apply to this, we're going to be cold hunters in this match, and unlike you, when I go for the kill, I don't mess up.

Rebecca Brookes, for once, I feel sorry for you. I've always found your optimism annoying and thought you wasted your talent too much with the whole good girl act. But what's coming to you in this match? Even you don't deserve this. What you think of professional wrestling, this sport that has given you passion all this time of your life, you'll see it under a whole new darkness after this. And I substitute new darkness over new light because you'll finally understand how cutthroat this business is. Nobody is going to care that you call yourself a goddess, angel, or princess. They're going to treat you like you aren't even human because when the going gets tough, we all turn into savages when we want to survive! Every beating you've received in the last few months won't even compare. You spent a lot of this season going in and out of the hospital, and I just can't help but think you're not built for this kind of contest. You used to have a future so bright, I could have seen you as a world champion five years from now after I vacate my championship, but now I'm not sure if I'll even be able to see you on the next Odyssey. Rebecca, I know you won't listen. You won't lay down and think of your safety. You won't accept that you have no chances of winning this match. So you're going to get hurt, and get hurt badly, honey. I don't know if I'll have to check you into the steel. Make you tap out. Or even knock you unconscious for the pin, but one way or the other, you will be dealt with, simple as that.

Banshee, normally, I can tolerate your tricks and appreciate your brutality. But this isn't the time for games. This isn't the time for Halloween hijinks. I don't pretend to understand how you do the things that you do, nor do I care for your excuses for when you blame Morrighan whenever I put you down. But I do know that you still get knocked out at the end of the day when you feel a fist, and you still can be beaten. I wasn't scared of Havoc when he once invaded Odyssey and I had to go find him to kick his ass as revenge and I never gave a damn about these Abholos tales of world destruction. Once you understand that creatures like yourself are most empowered by fear, it losses the magic. That's why you monsters should kill your enemies the first time, because once people get to know you… .it's over. You can no longer scare them. You go from surreal to just real, tangible as any other person in the company. And as any other person in the company? You haven't been that successful. I somewhat like you. But at the end of the day no matter how spooky you get and no matter how much you yell out like your namesake describes, I've seen you fumble opportunity after opportunity. It's your fault I have to worry about some crazy teenager with my Athena's cup trying to cash in on me. You're even partly to blame for Alyssa Grace still walking around this company, and that meant she was able to march right on in and win that cursed briefcase, putting the ending of this match in double jeopardy! You're not the monster in this match Banshee, the true monster is that very chamber. The chamber is the only beast that I couldn't conquer. But that was a more naive me, this time I'm ready for it. It's not often I need second chances, but I make them pay off when I get them. Just like I won the Athena's Cup tournament in my second go around, I'm going to witn this Promethean Chamber because it's a monster that I know!

Revy, you've had more than a second shot. This is your third chance at my world title this season! That's quite the turnaround in of itself I supposed, you used to be someone who'd barely make the card until you met me. Now you're this main event clinger! But you know something Revy? As great as an improvement as that it is, it's also a reveal that there was a reason you never made until I came along. You just don't cut it. I see it now. Your mystique is gone, people no longer wonder what is that Revy could do if she was given a chance. I get it, you'll say you don't care what people, all that matters is hurting me. But Revy, you're a former soldier, what do you think is going to happen when the others in this match come for you and your instincts to survive kick in? You'll be fighting everyone to survive just like the rest of us. Revy, I know you actually have been in a match like this before. Many many years ago. You may try to fool us, but I know deep down you know your goal of being able to chase me around in this match personally is a falsehood. Let's face it, Revy, none of these girls trust you. They won't believe in your altruistic mission of only being around to eliminate me, they're going to try to get rid of you. And if they get rid of you, you can't come after me, and that's going to force your hand to defend yourself in the only way a soldier like yourself knows how. By elimination all threats in an area until you're able to say it's safe. You make yourself sound so special, but this chamber of madness equalizes us all at the end of the day. We're all just people who will have our survival instincts tested.

Stephanie, as experienced as you are, even you have not faced the terrors of the Promethean Chamber. Which to me means that even the queen who often speaks of wars hasn't been on the true battlefield that defines the most deranged match OWA has to offer. You should be glad you hadn't suffered this match in all your years. You might not be standing here today if you had, broken as you are. You're at the end of your rope Stephanie, and your desperation is going to bite you in the tush. Wasn't it bad enough that you invoked the names of all the great leaders you could think of in Africa, and you still lost? But now you're going to enter a match you've been able to avoid all your career and risk it all when everyone is already counting the days on your retirement tour? Everyone knows you have one leg in the grave, Stephanie! This is a terrible way to go. You should have gone out with your friends and family around you, maybe in some teary contest with Azumi Goto, But instead, you'll be cold and alone when your flesh is ripped off broken bone inside this twisted structure! What a sad fate.

You're all out of your minds, choosing to put your careers on the line against the only person who is keeping this brand afloat. But so be it, I'll debase myself for this one night, I'll wrestle with wild boar pigs to keep the last shred of dignity I can for this brand.

End scene as the candles go out.

The feed opened up with that key frame of the ending to the most recent episode of Odyssey. That singular frame shows Rebecca Brookes holding up the OWA Women’s World Championship up high above her head. But soon, the feed changes as we fade into the living room of Rebecca’s apartment home. She sat there along the couch, dressed appropriately for the occasion, and rested with one leg over the other. The large television screen in front of her shows the same key frame seen in the beginning. With a half-smile to her face, she began to speak.

“At that exact moment, I felt invincible.

I felt as if I found the final piece of the puzzle and I finally put it together to create a beautiful work of art, and as I stare back at that puzzle and I see where that final piece rested, I think to myself if I can recreate that all over again. I tear it all apart, I scramble all of the pieces around, and hope that — although I have done it before and have been successful in my journey to creating that art — I can do it again and stun the world like I did the last time. That feeling of being an invincible force as I stood tall over everyone made me remind myself of where I once was just a little under a year ago. Being able to conquer the one that many thought was unstoppable and to leave them fallen, toppled, and collapsed around me as I reached to the heavens and claimed my crown -- it made me into what everyone sees today. It made me into the woman that everyone cheers on for, it made me into the woman that everyone started to look up to as a role model, and in that moment? I was invincible. I was the invincible force. The unthinkable, the unstoppable, and the undeniable. All wrapped up in one. And I’d love for nothing more than to do it all over again. Which - ironically - brings us to the present day.

To this championship match.

To the Promethean Chamber.

At first, just hearing the words ‘Promethean Chamber’ would send a shiver down anyone’s spine, and rightfully so when compared to the damned violent torture that many chambers of this company’s past has brought forward to the table. I know this as I too felt that same shiver run down my spine. It’s a cold chill. It’s not your average spooky feeling that makes you shiver. This one is more intense. But the more I began to think about it and then looked back at what those past Chamber matches have brought to the table, I realised that this should be a home field advantage for someone like me.

A former Mixed Martial Artist. A former cage fighter.

Because that’s all it is at the end of the day is just a larger cage with a roof over it. The flooring on the outside of the ring being metal too? I’ve slammed almost every part of my upper-half into a cage wall with brute force, getting dropped onto that wouldn’t be too much. I know that the key advice for someone new entering this environment would be to prepare for anything, and prepare for the pain and the suffering that you’ll have to put yourself through, but already I am one step ahead of that.

The past couple of months — for me at least — have been dedicated to nothing more than this match, spending countless hours digging through whatever old archived footage that OWA has laying around somewhere in the hopes for my own research, just so I could continue to keep myself up with everything surrounding the history of the chamber. I know this whole thing inside and out, preparing myself to head into another war with five other women, and all it reminds me of is the past. Reminds me of how I got here. Reminds me of what it took to be in this situation that I am in right now. I’m not the kind of girl to continue dwindling into the past and not letting go of it because it’s the only time that I was ever notably ‘good’ but sometimes it’s just a nice breather to look back and remind myself of how far I’ve come.”

A pause. She allows herself to recollect her memories in her head for just a moment before clicking back into focus. Adjusting her posture and bringing her leg back down as both feet touch the floor, her back straightened and looking into the camera.

“And as I look at the five women that I’ll share that chamber with. I realise that it’s two women who cannot let go of coming close to being the champion, a former champion who thinks that she’s still in her right to be the current champion, and one who comes so close but never is able to grab onto anything. And I won’t exclude myself either, the one who wants to become a champion again so desperately. I’ll be the first to admit that before anyone else would like to cough up and use it for their own advantage thinking they’re the smart one. But speaking of these five women, why don’t we start with the one with the most experience in these kinds of matches? One who’s not a stranger to a chamber. One who has experienced this environment.

Stephanie Matsuda.

The Queen of Fighters.

The top dog on the brand right now. The woman who only desires to make Odyssey just how she intends it to be. Wanting to usher in a brand new Odyssey. I mean, this is something you’ve been politicking and pushing for since January. Since the Clash of The Titans. That was ten months ago, Cloud, and yet you haven’t done a dent into what Odyssey is right now, have you? It’s amazing because you talk about such a big game and you talk about how you’re going to make things right and make things as they should be but let me ask you this one question, Cloud. In all of the years you’ve been watching Odyssey, in all of the years you’ve been leaning back and in the sidelines for, in all of the years that you waited and waited and waited some more for a right time and a right opportunity.  All of that time, Cloud. So why start now? Why would you have wasted all of that time and only started now? And what actually makes you think you know better than anyone else that’s been here? There’s people that've been here on this brand since day one and yet - by some chance - the twelve-year-ring veteran Stephanie Matsuda waltzes right through the doors, takes one look, and knows how to fix things up.

‘BUT I HAVE MORE CHAMPIONSHIPS THAN YEARS YOU’VE BEEN ON THIS EARTH. YOU SHOULD RESPECT ME AND NOT ACT LIKE A SELF-CENTERED LITTLE GIRL, YOU DUMB BITCH.’

And yet, Stephanie, I could not give a single fuck about what you’ve done throughout the past twelve years. I could not give a single fuck about what award you’ve won for something that’s happened within the year. I could not give a single fuck about where the hell that you’ve been either. To be honest, that’s your only defense to anything really. You’ve done this, you’ve done that, you’ve done it all throughout your career. You’re running a hell of a promotion out in Japan that’s gotten a lot of eyes on it recently as of late. You’ve got your own wrestling school where you train some of the brightest young talents that are destined for the future. Good for you, Stephanie, let me give you a round of applause later on when you prove yourself right and I’m proven wrong.

But that’s it then for you. You’ve done all that. Pretty sweet stuff. Then nothing. What have you proven since you came onto Odyssey at the beginning of the year, Stephanie? Defending a title that even the company that owns it doesn’t give much of a damn about anymore. Winning a contenders match and still coming up short. Hell, you promised everyone that you’d win the Clash of The Titans but then came up short to someone that doesn’t even come here anymore and choked for the second year in a row. In conclusion, Stephanie, you have zero say in what is right for this brand when you have done zilch for the brand itself.

Waste of time.”

Rebecca takes a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm and collected as she leaned back.

“A name like Hardcore Havoc, and the festive season that we have soon approaching, it seems so appropriate that this is a time for The Banshee. Where everything is all about the spooks, the horror, the fear that it brings to people. All of this is just a perfect time for someone like you and I’m sure that someone like you, Banshee, is using this time as the perfect set-up to find out what fear people have and find a way to make them tremble with it. I mean, that’s what The Banshee is all about, right? Bringing fear into those that come close to her and allowing her to use that fear for her own sickening advantage. Which is what I don’t truly understand at all, Banshee, because we’ve met countless times. We’ve met on numerous occasions. We’ve fought from the beginning to now of our Odyssey careers.

—not once have you made me afraid. Not once was I overwhelmed in fear because of you.

People like to think that you’re something powerful and you’re something unique, and if you could adapt and use your full power, you could be an unstoppable and undeniable force around here on this brand. Do you know who else they said that about as well? Abholos. When he was on Kingdom, people were expecting him to be the elder god that he projected himself to be. People were expecting something big from him. An uncontrollable entity and immovable object that seemed too powerful against anyone. And all he turned out to be is just a one trick pony who could do all of these spooky things but that’s it. That’s what you remind me of, Banshee. A one trick pony with all of the scares but that’s all that anyone can hold against you.

And it’s not like I’ve not told you before that you don’t put fear into me. I have, countless times, and will continue to tell you that until it’s clicked into that mentally unstable head of yours that you do nothing for me. But what was it that you said the last time, Banshee? That you don’t care if you don’t scare me because I’m too stubborn to realise when I am supposedly outmatched and outclassed? Okay, but where were you when I was holding onto the Goddesses Championship after you were standing there for months chasing it as Alyssa held it? Where were you when I was making headline defenses and going up against some of the roughest and toughest bitches that this brand has to offer? Where were you at all when I was at the peak of the mountain? Ah, yes, that’s right. You were the nearly woman that couldn’t quite grasp onto anything just yet and all she knew what to do in those moments was choke and crumble and fail her objective.

That’s all there is for you. You’re nothing without the facepaint and the spooky shit you bring. And if I have to hear that same fake bullshit of yours about me being a drug abuser or anything along those lines, I might just fucking lose it.

In the words of T-Pain, Banshee — ‘Do something else.’

You’re getting stale and repetitive at this point. It’s not even fun anymore. You’re boring us to god damned death over here. Why are you like this? Seriously, do something else. Make up something new. You’ve been beating around that bush for over a year. Jesus christ, please I am begging for you to do something else.”

A sigh is soon heard from Rebeeca as she adjusts her posture. Leaning forward just a little and keeping her focus on the camera in front of her.

“And then it’s down to you three. The three women who were formerly a Demolition Corporation. Three women who fought against those who swore to protect Odyssey and won the war. Now look at you three. One stays the delusional and unorthodox. One pretends like she’s still in the right of having the championship. And one is the current Women’s World Champion. A delusional bunch of misfits. I guess there’s only one good way to start this off really—

How was that beating you took, Llorona? You don’t seem so impressive in the ring when there isn’t a gun in your hands and you’re pointing it right into my damn head, huh? I thought I was preparing for a fight, for a battle, and one I really was seeking since I came back after you put me on the shelf for an indefinite amount of time but all you proved to be was nothing more than lackluster. All talk with a loaded firearm in your hand but when that’s knocked out of your hand, you just show yourself to be this little mexican girl who throws up gang signs and acts all tough and hardened. I’m surprised you didn’t bring the entire Mexican drug cartel with you this time, Llorona, considering that’s the only way you could ever have the upper-hand on me.

I feel like I could use the same argument I told Banshee for you, Llorona. The more that I think about it, the more it seems so fitting for you to take that as well, and just tell you to do something else— but I’m not, I wouldn’t give you that same satisfaction really. Why would I tell you to change up your ways when you’ve barely been able to keep yourself up on your feet in the ring. You got lucky once. Literally, one time. And that’s when you won the Women’s World Championship. Since then? There’s nothing that Llorona has done that’s noteworthy except getting herself suspended and shooting up the block in her parts of the hood. Speaking of which, keep flaunting that you made me freeze in place because you had a gun to my face.

If that’s the only thing you have going for me, Llorona, then I have zero hope for you heading into this chamber.

Much like I had zero hope for you heading into that match on Odyssey. Much like many had zero hope for you ever within the past year. Much like anyone had no hope that you could become something big after months - and many months - of just crawling on your hands and knees hoping for someone to pull you out of the dirt and give you an opportunity. Even with that opportunity to become something more, Llorona, you fumbled the bag harder than anyone else has in this match. Might be on par with The Banshee but nothing ever compares to the likes of you.

Ask yourself this, Llorona. How many more times will you beg for another chance? How many more times will you plead for that next opportunity? How many more times will you beg for something to happen? And how many more times will you demand something that you haven’t earned?

Because I know how the same old story goes, I’ve witnessed it many times before throughout the past couple of months. And let me tell you, it doesn’t go well the more you push a narrative to your own liking.

It’s simple, you could have been someone like Revy. Someone who minds their own damn business and someone who doesn’t beg, plead, demand anything to happen. You could’ve been like her but you just weren’t.”

That same half-smile from before soon appears on Rebecca’s face.

“For someone that I should expect the unexpected from, Revy. It’s a shame to see you have all of this hype building around you and then eventually just falling down from your high podium after losing the Women’s World Championship match — not once, but twice — and even losing during the lead-up to this Promethean Chamber match? That’s a rough blow to anyone that had any kind of hope for you. I’m aware of me just saying to expect the unexpected — and I should expect the unexpected because it can easily happen where you might allow yourself to push further than anyone and walk out with the championship — but I’m not one to believe in the whole ‘third time’s a charm’ ordeal. I’ve never believed in that once and nor will I begin to do so right now.

So now, with failed chances in the past and hoping you can come up third time lucky again, what are you going to change that you haven’t done before? What is going on inside of your head when you look toward the Promethean Chamber? I’m not expecting you to just tell it to me straight but I just want to know what makes you tick, Revy. I want to know what makes those clockworks inside of your head turn because you — out of all of the women in this match, in my opinion — are the biggest challenger as of right now. Unpredictable, unorthodox, unreadable. I can’t even look back and see what you’ve done because it’s just a whole lot of antics and whatever you can throw at the wall in the hopes that it sticks.

Do I pick a good day of yours and hope that it kind of repeats inside of the chamber, Revy?

So let’s not play games with this, Revy. After all, this could be your last chance in what might be forever to take the Women’s World Championship. There’s no joke comment that’s going to grant you a wish. There’s no Odyssey Sixty-Nine that’ll give you another crack at being the champion. There’s just the chamber and I’m not going to allow you to throw whatever you want around. No flashbangs. Nothing like that. If you really want this championship, then you’ll fight for it like your life depends on it.

Which is something I just don’t think you can do.”

At the moment that she finishes the sentence, Rebecca soon becomes quiet. Leaning forward and bringing her arms down to her knees, left hand clasped around her right hand that’s curled up into a fist. There’s a deep inhale that’s heard from Rebecca before hearing that deep exhale which soon follows. Her head perks up, glancing up towards the camera, a sterned look to her face.

“And then, the champion herself.

Jonetta Stone, the Women’s World Champion, reigning for just over six whole months now. I’m not going to sing my praises for you much like a lot of women have because to be quite frank with you, Jonetta? You haven’t been worth a shit since winning the title. First defense and you kept it because I got jumped, defense against Cloud and you kept it because of all of the carnage that surrounded that ring, and what does your clean sheet victories stand with? Against someone like Revy who’s just not really cut out for this spot she’s in? You should see me internally, I’m laughing my damn ass off at the fact that you haven’t proven shit as champion. Yet, you were so quick so come onto the camera and tell everyone that you had the biggest career-defining victory in the history of Odyssey.

I’ve no idea what Ivory Tree leaves you’ve been smoking upon for the past couple of months, Jonetta, but damn you are one self-centered bitch who wants to claim everything to herself. How could you have had a career-defining victory when you spent most of your time with the likes of the Demo Corps or even The Dollhouse, where you were a major successful star in your own right. You won the Athena’s Cup, that wasn’t your career-defining victory? If anyone has ever had a career-defining victory, Jonetta, it was me — the one you used that line against — because I was in the shadows and I was way too deep for anyone to keep their eyes on me. Unlike you, I had no permanent spotlight on me until I actually became a champion. So, that so-called career-defining malarkey you opt for? Nothing more than bullshit at the end of the day.

It’s crazy how much you’re all of this talk but whenever I’ve shared the ring with you, I’ve always had the upper-hand against you — as if the previous episode of Odyssey wasn’t much of an example — and yet you can come along any day now and exclaim to the whole world why nobody will tackle you and all it’ll take is a few Cross Checks to put people in their places. Nah, Jonetta, it wasn’t pure luck and strength you have in a pounce. It was about how dastardly you’d go, how low you’d set the bar to be, and how far you’re willing to go to make sure that you remain champion. Pure luck wasn’t with you ever. You just played as foul as you can get.

Attempt that in the chamber, I fucking dare you to do so.

Because as much as I have a little bit of beef with everyone else? You are the top priority and I know damn well that I can put you down, I’ve done it before and came this close to it, and this time? You’re locked in the chamber with me. Nowhere to go. Nobody can save you. And I’m going to finish what I started at the beginning of the season.

But, in reality, this goes out to just about everyone else in this match. This goes out to everyone else that steps into the chamber at Hardcore Havoc. I came close before and I was robbed of what was meant to be mine and with five other people inside of the chamber? I know that the odds are not in my favour but make no mistake about it, I will fight my way through each and every single one of you. I will claw, I will scratch, and I will push through just about anything that any of you put in front of me. I’ve beaten the numbers before, I’ve overcome the odds when the chips were down, and that is something I know I can do again.

A pause. Rebecca leaned back and outstretched her arms wide, a large grin soon grew upon her face.

“I’m not going to recreate history, I’m not going to delve deep into my past and hope that I can survive everyone else, but I am going to run through everyone like it’s going to be my last and if that’s enough to push me through then so be it. But I will not leave that chamber match empty-handed and I will not walk out of that structure without the OWA Women’s World Championship in my hands. Because unlike some, I know what Odyssey needs. I know what this brand deserves. And with the field that’s going to be locked inside of that thing?

I’m the only hero left that can bring Odyssey back to how it should’ve been.”

With a light chuckle from Rebecca, the feed soon fades to black.

Nakita DuBov: "On paper, Nakita is without a doubt the most strongest, the most dominating, Alpha to have laced up her boots and set foot inside an OWA ring. In reality, she is every bit as dominating and versatile athlete and has every bit what it takes to walk into Hardcore Havoc empty handed and walk out of Hardcore Havoc as the new OWA Openweight Champion. All she needs to do is take out five little bitches and take the title suspended high above ring hanging up on those X shaped cables to do it. Unfortunately, her win/loss record thus far hasn't reflected all of what she can do but that is all going to change come Hardcore Havoc when she does the impossible and becomes the new OWA Openweight Champion. She has went against the narrative on multiple occasions and even last week she did exactly that when she completely re-wrote that narrative and defeated Devi Krysis to get put into this match. She did it by doing exactly that embraced the power in which she wields and dominated Krysis, she even was ready to endure Krysis when she came back and took every ounce of Devi's punishment before she seized her moment and nailed her with the Armageddon It to claim her moment. Nakita is riding on a wave of momentum and has a chance to go against the grain by finally doing what all of you bitches in the back have been fighting so hard to deny. Nakita is the real Problem Solver, ready to dispose of five problems right in front of her to become the Openweight Champion. Her win/loss record doesn't show it, but it is all about the details and the matches themselves tell of a another story. Nakita is every bit as dominating as what it shows on paper. This is a woman whom despite her age, still has all of the grit and drive and determination to go toe to toe with any one of you on any day of the week. She can and in some cases out fucking wrestle any of you, overpower you, beat the ever living piss out of you. So she has had some hiccups along the way, but that still will not stop Nakita from defying every last one of you and winning the gold at Hardcore Havoc, and all in the name of Skylar Arceneaux and Dorado Enterprises."


"Coming out of the gates swinging, Nakita gets to address the champion herself. She gets to address the American WHORE Story at long last for the first time since BattlePass. Rebecca Filth, or what she and everyone loves to address herself as BexXx. It is so easy to laugh and dismiss her for what she has done coming into Hardcore Havoc isn't it? You, who sits on the Openweight throne, getting fat while you snack on your grapes and various other snacks, and being fanned by your trash panda cabana boys fanning your ugly ass, and you cannot read between the lines of what is in front of you. You cannot see that she has been not only been drooling like a rabid canine ready to get her hands on you and every other bitch that is in her way that have done nothing but punch her down ever since she came into the OWA because deep down this forty-four year old veteran can beat all your asses in a million different ways given the chance. She said it last week, right before she defeated Devi, that she couldn't wait to get her hands on Rebecca Filth, and even now she is coming into Hardcore Havoc not only drooling, but she is chomping at the bit, ready to be unleashed on you, Thrash, Bennett, NAMI, and Krysis ready to go to town and tear you all apart. She is going to feast on your flesh, drink your blood, and devour your souls savoring every single bite along the way to becoming the OWA Openweight Champion. Trust her, she she been waiting for too long to get her hands on you BexXx. She has acknowledged your reign as champion and has not taken her eyes off of you while. You and her have went from BattlePass, to competing on the main card. Nakita is among those other bitches that will give you the single greatest fight for your title that you have ever had, only this time it will be Nakita that will the one that will delivering on her guarantee, her promise solemn vow that she has made to herself, to Skylar, to Dorado Enterprises, that she will walk out of Hardcore Havoc as the new OWA Openweight Champion. Look closer from on top of your throne BexXx, and see coming out from the forest and the trees the truth and that is your title reign is tick, tick, tock away. You are sinking in the shit and your time is ending. It's up to your knees little trash whore,  Her time is now, and the more you struggle, the faster you will be pulled under. Just let it in, just let it fill your lungs, and embrace your finality with arms wide open. Surrender to The Problem Solver because no matter what you or your bravado wants you to believe, you have no prayer or chance of winning this match. Nakita is chomping on the bit, salivating and drooling to get into this Ultimate X match and cut you down to pieces. Nakita is the reality that you are THE PREY. You are the rabbit and she is the fox. Oh trust me little rabbit, you are quick one, but you can only run for so long. Eventually the stamina runs out, the speed waivers, you will grow tired, you might even find a place to hide and catch your breath little BexXx, but she will hunt you down, she will find you, and she will take you. And as she feasting on you and your title, you will reach the level of acceptance and clarity that this was all meant to be. It was inevitable. Your demise at Hardcore Havoc, in this Ultimate X match, was indeed meant for this. That despite the win/loss record and the bravado of her underperforming and coming up short before was built to make this victory all the sweeter. Just like Nakita has fully embraced and committed herself to being The Problem Solver to Skylar Arceneaux and carries the banner of Dorado Enterprises, just as she has been given new purpose and focus, you too can take solace in the fact that even in your defeat at Hardcore Havoc, you will have purpose and be able to focus on the fact that your loss will be crowning Nakita and acknowledging her as the new OWA Openweight Champion. Nakita has waited with baited breath, and the only thing that Rebecca Filth will be able to do is kiss her OWA Openweight title good fucking bye. At Hardcore Havoc, pucker up bitch!"


"Moving onto Serena Bennett, Nakita does not give a high flying fuckery about how hurt you are because she didn't acknowledge you and still will not. Nakita sees and acknowledges what you did to her on Atlantis and handed her that one loss that really hurt her. When Nakita thinks of the name Serena Bennett, she fills up with much rage and anger and malice, but if it wasn't for hitting that rock bottom, she would not had seen the hand of Skylar Arceneaux reaching up to pull her right back out of that pit and show her that there was another way and that was was carrying the banner of Dorado Enterprises and she does so with much pride and she glad to do so. You see Serena, Skylar is the one who put the steel back in her spine, not you. You, just like Filth, just like Thrash, just like NAMI, and even Krysis all have punched her down, hoping to keep her down, and just when it looked like it was you that almost delivered that coup de grace that almost finished her off, she didn't want to but she got back up and she found her strength and her purpose, and her drive and her focus in the most unlikely of places, she found it in Dorado Enterprises. She found it in Skylar Arceneaux. She found it in being HER Problem Solver. So there you have it Serena, thank you. Thanks for nothing. Thanks for punching her down. Thanks for allowing her to have the biggest opportunity to write the biggest wrong in her career and as you petitioned yourself to be inserted into this Ultimate X match for the OWA Openweight Championship, Nakita looks to do unto you what she was unable to do to you on that fateful match on Atlantis. Nakita will be on her toes. She won't be caught flat-footed ever again. She won't take you for granted again. From the words of LL Cool J, she takes the muscled bound woman from Compton, and throw her face down in the sand, she'll be the pinnacle, reigning supreme, then crush you like a jellybean."


"Then, there is NAMI. You know what Nakita is sick and tired of? She is sick and tired of having to prove herself to the likes of you and Devi Krysis. The both of you are problems that Nakita has more than proven herself and all she wants to do is move beyond the both of you. That's all she wants. Granted, she always welcomes the opportunity to own the both of you in the center of the ring, but eventually there does come a time when one grows tried of the same old fight. It's like playing someone at Call of Duty or Madden. It is fun at first, and may give a morsel of satisfaction, but eventually you tired and recognize that you just have to take a step back, go into the options menu, and up the difficulty. She has honed her craft, she has gotten so much better, she needs more than the two of you. You want to refer to her being Skylar's lapdog. Now that is funny NAMI. You made her laugh. Perhaps you should dress in a clown and wear funny red noses, and amuse children at parties, blowing up balloons and turning them into cute little animals. Nakita has never, nor will she be just a lapdog. She has always viewed herself and she has been treated as more of a starving pit bull, whom Skylar has just unleashed from her chains, and has released upon the likes of all of you in this Ultimate X match where she will tear you all apart limp from pretty little limb, and to become the new OWA Openweight Champion. Nakita is not some cute little yappy puppy that sits on Skylar's lap. She is the one who has been given a command to sick'em, and kill'em and at Hardcore Havoc, that is exactly what Nakita is going to do to all of you. When it is all said and done, and when all of you are left laying in a pool of your own blood, trying to pick up the shattered pieces that was once your bones, and march your asses back up the ramp in defeat, saying that 'Nakita sucks', will be the furthest thing from your feeble little brains."


"Moving onto Devi Krysis now. So-called Problem Solver? There is nothing so-called about it. She is what she is! She IS The Problem Solver. She is the one that has on multiple occasions, handed you your ass. She is the one that took you out and left you lying after you bid farewell to your friend that you sent away from Dorado Enterprises and the entire OWA. She beat you down when she first got here in the OWA. She beat you when you were warring against the rising unstoppable tide that was Dorado Enterprises and you couldn't stop us then. She beat you down, and got you into a match where she beat you again to be added to the match at Hardcore Havoc for the OWA Openweight Championship, what should had been your ticket, and you couldn't stop her. So what makes you think that you can stop her in this Ultimate X match? There is an old saying in that 'insanity is doing the same thing over and over again hoping to get a different result'. You have fought and you have failed to take her down  so many times and yet you still keep on fighting her. One would think that either you were really crazy or you were really that fucking stupid. Oh well, to each there own Devi, maybe this time at Hardcore Havoc will be different for you, but history and the patterns within that ongoing history usually dictates that once again, the Untamed Blood Wolf is in wayyyyyyyyyyyy over her head and is going into a situation that she has no hope whatsoever of winning. You don't stand chance of even walking out of here at all let alone walking out with the OWA Openweight Championship Title. Sorry little Raleigh child, but you will lose once again. You have no business being in this match and a match such as this is not going to do you any favors because it favors no one. This Ultimate X match will take years off of their lives and like Daisy Thrash, you're going to get hurt in so many new ways that will make you think twice and live in the post traumatic nightmares telling you that you never want to go into a match like this ever again. You will never or ever be the same after a match like this and after Hardcore Havoc Devi, you will take one look at Nakita with the title high in the air and realize that some fights will never be won."


"And now lastly, but her old friend-o-me of hers, Daisy Thrash. Daisy has remained rather quiet thus far, but Nakita does expect for her rear her ugly little head around and about at any time now.  While Nakita has found her new life and embraced her new purpose and focus and drive in Dorado Enterprises, it has been Daisy Thrash that has floundered and flopped around on the fisherman's deck like a fish gasping for oxygen hoping and praying for that fisherman to dig deep and have some resemblance of pity for her, and pick her up and put her back in the water. That is what this Ultimate X match is to Daisy Thrash. This was Aria Jaxon picking her and putting her back in the water, but the thing about it is. There will be no pity or sympathy for little miss broken fucking neck here. Not from Rebecca Filth, not from Serena Bennett, not even from NAMI or Devi Krysis, and certainly you will find absolutely none from Nakita DuBov. No amount of grit or guts, or intestinal fortitude can possibly get you through this match let alone any hopes of becoming the new OWA Openweight Champion. You are the perceived health risk of this match. You need to heed the words of whatever doctor is ordering you to stay out of this match, and you need to listen to them. For the first time in your pitiful excuse of what you call a life, you need to listen and say to yourself 'not today'. Because the alternative is that you will suffer that one bad bump, that will turn you into paraplegic for the rest of your life, and then your legacy will only serve to call you a cautionary tale that you should never have fucked with Nakita DuBov and went against Dorado Enterprises. So before you risk everything at Hardcore Havoc, and put your entire legacy on the line, look yourself hard in the mirror and ask yourself 'is it really, really worth it?' Will your pride be merciful enough to let you off of the hook? And then you take one look at The Problem Solver and you will see that you were wrong to go against her. You should had listened to her. You will have only yourself to blame. But you rather listen to the delusions of Daisy Thrash that dictate that you can go against the likes of all of us and defy the odds in order to somehow pull out the big win and become the new champion. Oh what a lovely fantasy world that you have created Daisy. Well, when Nakita finally puts you out to pasture once and for all, at least you have found your new calling and become a fantasy writer. Just think of it. You could be the next D.T. Rawlings or the the next Daisy R.R. Martin and craft the next best selling book series phenomenon that will sweep the world by storm. Who knows, maybe you might even come up with a better and more befitting finale than Game of Thrones. You can follow the advice of the great Stephen King when he said that you can read an entire book from cover to cover and say that this book sucks and that you can do better. Maybe you can take all of the failures of your time in the OWA and turn into a book. Hey, those that can no longer wrestle, write a book. Perhaps that would be a more dignified ending for Daisy Thrash. She guesses that we will all find out at Hardcore Havoc with Nakita makes your worst nightmares become your new reality. So see you then Little Miss Crippled Neck. See you real soon, should you finally crawl out from underneath your rock that is."


"So as you can plainly see everyone, at Hardcore Havoc, in the Ultimate X match for OWA Openweight Champion. You see the rabid dog of Dorado Enterprises, has been taken off of her leash and is chomping at the bit ready to be unleashed upon all of your so-called heroes and champions of the OWA that are in for the fight of their life when they go toe to toe against The Problem Solver herself. You all may try and dismiss her based off of some notches on her loss column, but when it is all said and done, it is going to be her that will not only deliver on what she has said, but she will OVER PERFORM and go as far as to steal the show. Then just as she captures the OWA Openweight Championship title, it will be her leader, Skylar Arceneaux, that will out last all of her five other fools in Full Metal Mayhem to become the new OWA Goddess Champion. Then it will be Dorado that will be holding the gold and the power going forward. It will be Dorado that will be re-shaping, re-writing, and re-forging the entire narrative in the OWA going forward. Those that go against us are problems, and those are problems that can and will be dealt with...most swiftly, and absolutely. Unconditional surrender is the only code that we live by and we will stop at nothing until we have it."


"NOW, DISLIKE THAT...BITCHES!"

My silence has not been from sheer cowardice, but patience and understanding from the venom of my enemies.

I have sat back and listened to the words of hatred and resentment towards myself and The Dynasty from the cabal of various supremacists known as The Bad Boy Collective and Maggall. I took heed of their words and digested everything that was said because the truth of the matter is that when all of these voices are coming from various different sides, people don’t tend to listen. They hear the loudest cries, the cute little punchlines, the snide remarks, but they never hear the underlying messages that are between the lines of the words spoken. So instead of jumping the gun and venting my frustrations about some of the hot topics that you mentioned with my dominance of Strong Style Wrestling or the fact that I have laid reclaimed the word “Dynasty” from those that had attempted to take what I built away from me in some form or fashion, I decided to listen to what you had to say. A week of sitting in my chair, turning on my laptop, and playing your videos to listen to what you had to say while Matt Miles and Elijah Hampton did what they could to say their piece. What knowledge and wisdom did I gain from taking that week to actually listen to their words? What did I learn from taking the time to actually hear what each and every single one of you was saying to me and my brothers within The Dynasty as your case as to why you should be holding not just the OWA World Tag Team Championships, but the OWA Prestige Championship in the process too? Let’s take this one person at a time to be able to make sure that everyone who has spoken has a little spotlight placed upon themselves, courtesy of The Iconic One.

The first person I want to place my attention upon is none other than the man who has made his grandiose return to The Omega Wrestling Alliance, the big man Maggall himself! Man, it’s been over a year and a half since you’ve been around this place, right? This was definitely one thing that I never thought I would have seen happen and coming back with a vengeance too with these speeches and tirades you’ve gone on, a fire lit underneath you and within your very soul, but the question that I had before this week was the entire why of it all. You were introduced as a part of The Phantom Troupe and well, we saw how that went for you, and eventually, you went on to make yourself Television Champion, but something brought you away from the business. What that was, I don’t know, but something called you back into the business, and what was the reason for the impressive return of Maggall to OWA? I wanted to listen to every word that came out of your mouth, every letter that escaped your lips to pay close attention to, and do you know what I’ve gathered from your words? All of your motivation, everything that has made you who you are today, and everything you stand rest on two words that stand as ridiculous propaganda to rile up the audience and everyone associated with this company to be in a frenzy: white agenda. I’m not one of these hillbillies in the backwoods that will straight up deny racism exists and that there are no white people do unspeakable things to other races because it would be ignorant to even suggest such a thing, but I’m also not going to be placating to your very heavy-handed notion that all white people act in that manner and showcase some semblance of white guilt to you. I have no guilt whatsoever in the way I made my rise through this industry and if you were in my shoes with the same opportunities I had presented to me, Maggall, you know damn well you would have taken those opportunities too. Whether the opportunity is becoming a headhunter to claim a bounty placed on some person’s head to get a title shot or forming a faction of united brothers under the cause of reborn prestige in this company, you would have opened the same doors and pathways to get what you wanted. Why? It’s because you’re human. As humans, we naturally seek out the opportunities that will make our own lives improve and the cause that will support that. You sought out this black supremacist mentality because it will not only help your brothers and sisters that are affected by racism as a whole but because it will improve your standing also. Bad Boy Know and Nobi? Their hatred of white people and the rise of The Dynasty is bred of the same nature that they will gain what they desire in the improvement and betterment of their lives through our destruction. You’ve made this notion that we are all devils, but you’re not seeing the bigger picture and only see your own selfish desires to have the OWA Prestige Championship on your shoulder. If that’s all you want to look at, then go ahead and continue to preach on the evils of the white devil and how they have tainted the world. However, let me present the counter to your statement that we have not been given this position from the gods themselves to hand directly over to us, but that we struggled to get where we are. You mentioned the bounty I captured to be able to make my statement, but do you know how long I toiled in obscurity beforehand? Do you know how long afterward I struggled to even make myself recognized as a talent to be noticed? The story is all there, so I’m not going to retell it here, but I went through my own journey through Hell to get where I am today. It wasn’t a journey born out of privilege, it wasn’t born out of birthright because of my race, I earned my position through merit and prestige I created throughout my entire career. I didn’t start with a leg up on the competition, I didn’t begin with someone holding my hand to make it easy for me like you want to suggest, I had to scratch and claw to get what I have earned through my career. Opportunities were presented to me and when they did, I seized those opportunities. Just like right now, you are seizing the opportunity to make yourself OWA Prestige Champion in your return match to a special event, skipping the line from those who have worked and pushed themselves to reach the top of the ranks, and you want to talk about privilege? About being on third base? In these terms of saying we have been given privilege for our accolades and where we stand in the realm of OWA, you are a hypocrite that can’t see past his own nose. That’s why at Hardcore Havoc, The Dynasty will do whatever it takes to end these fantasies of you bringing us to our knees in defeat. The Dynasty was born to bring forth prestige and honor back into the world of professional wrestling. As for you?

You only care about self-indulgent desires to be a champion and increase your own stock as a wrestler. Just as The Bad Boy Collective does.

The Bad Boy Know. You’re definitely not a bland character to listen to, but you definitely bent my ear to take in the words that you preach, but you are just another flavor that Maggall was preaching. All I can see when I look at this famed performer from Strong Style Wrestling that everyone seemed to talk about is only one thing: bitterness. The bitterness that you hold within your very soul doesn’t even seem to be with just this “white agenda” that you have also embraced alongside Maggall, but it does seem focused on my own personal excursion to Japan in that company. Why do you have this bitterness clutched so deep within your soul, Know? Is it because you watched me conquer The Land of the Rising Sun in becoming SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Champion, SSW Intercontinental Champion, and becoming one of the biggest gaijin names in Japan to be able to make my name more famed and legendary than it was before? To prove myself as not only the best wrestler in America but the best damn wrestler in the world? Did it burn you from the inside to see a gaijin do this that you desperately attempted to duplicate my efforts? The fact remains that you have this hatred for something that you would have done when given the opportunity yourself, even better, doing right now. Bringing yourself to The Land of Opportunity to take the opportunity for yourself to make those who happen to be gaijin in your terms fall before you, lay claim to the championships and glory that can be obtained here, and yet you want to call me a villain for doing the same thing in Strong Style Wrestling? Shame, Know. A shame that you cannot see that there have been those of Japanese heritage that have been able to stand not only toe-to-toe with me, but delivered the worst kind of punishment and humiliation for me to endure in my career. I tend to keep it in the past, but Arata Asakura as a native of Osaka had been a rival of mine and was able to defeat me multiple times. Arata Asakura has been able to win championship after championship, accolade after accolade, and become a symbol of pride for your country as he pushes towards the OWA World Championship as a title I have yet to claim myself. However, instead of embracing this countryman and supporting him in his pursuit for world championship glory, you attempt to undermine what he has accomplished in the hopes of painting me out to be a villain for your own personal crusade for championship glory on Olympus? Just as Maggall wants to blame me for his problems, you do the same and cradle to hypocrisy when your own personal inadequacy is the reason for your failures in championship glory. You tried to imitate my rise through claiming the SSW Intercontinental Championship, you tried to continue that pale imitation through pushing towards becoming SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Champion, and what happened? You failed to even attempt to claim that championship for yourself. The only person you can blame for not reaching the heights you wanted to reach is yourself, Know. As for not wanting The Bad Boy, some sort of warning that you want to make as if I have been avoiding you, I take on the challenge. I take it on because you’re not someone who I fear or at this point, find any respect towards with the depths that you intend to sink towards to be able to make sure that this agenda you spout lands, but someone I intend to humble in front of a worldwide audience at Hardcore Havoc. I want you to wallow in shame and humiliation for what you’re attempting to do in bastardizing my creation in The Dynasty for the sheer fact that you feel slighted when in all honesty, you were one of the most famed and revered people of Strong Style Wrestling until you fucked that up too. Know, you’re an ungrateful bastard who doesn’t know what he had or has, and even today, you’re a hypocrite who has surrounded himself with the same because instead of looking towards the industry and future, you only seek out self-indulgence. Greed is what you have clung to be able to motivate yourself to continue in this sport. A sickness that has been lingering throughout this industry for generations and especially with the new generation of talent that walks into these doors, they have that sickness in spades to the point where they spite themselves with it. You don’t only disgrace yourself with it, but you disgrace those countrymen you say you fight for because there is no honor in what you do. You build no prestige in anything that you accomplish. As this Bad Boy, you tarnish everything you touch Know, and I will make sure that you realize the error of your ways at Hardcore Havoc.

For these self-indulgent desires of glory and championships, they will be the knife that slides into your spine and forces you to watch as what you have worked for crumbles all around you.

Know didn’t only bring Maggall in to embrace this intent of a white agenda from The Omega Wrestling Alliance, but brainwashed and corrupted the very mind and soul of one of the most loved wrestlers in the industry to his cause in Nobi. The whispers of deception and the lies of self-indulgence brought the pillar of Nobi to sink down to his level to the point where Nobi has to ask himself what has the people done for him during the five years that he has been here in the professional wrestling industry? What did they do, Nobi? They rallied behind you as you became world champions, for God’s sake! All the success that you’ve had in your career that has been made within the past five years, the people stood behind you the entire time throughout every single moment of it, and yet you have to ask yourself what have they done for you? They put you on a pedestal, made you into a symbol of hope for them to see that there was at least one hero for them to put all of their hopes and dreams into and because you let this viper of Bad Boy Know whisper his deception into your ear to allow yourself to fall into his trap to be part of this ridiculous path he has put you on. Sold in? No, you sold your soul to a man who has only his own personal gain within his vision and you’ve become a mere pawn into that grand design. Whether you know who you stare at in the mirror or not is irrelevant at this point because the fact remains, you have accepted this change in your morality and become this person of your own accord, but the reason that you have decided to betray those that stood by you through all the hardships and successes that you’ve had within the past five years like they meant nothing to you? A blemish in the history of this industry that you have been the cause of and will have to live with for the rest of your days. You asked me a question, though that is surprising to hear from you, given what you have just recently done to those all around you. Why am I an asshole? I think that’s a place of perception and perspective from who asks that question because to you, maybe I am an asshole. To Bad Boy Know and Maggall, they too would probably share the same sentiments of me being an asshole. The audience? Varies between who you ask. Matt Miles? Elijah Hampton? Darkane? Big Naheem? Kazuya Iwade? I don’t think they would consider me an asshole from their viewpoint. It’s all a matter of where you are in the graces of myself, but the real question is why do you see me as an asshole? What makes you believe that I’m in line with that term? Is it because when I’m inside of the ring, I am a ruthless and merciless fighter that will put any and all down in that ring with no remorse? That’s because, given the opportunity, any and all signed in OWA would do the same exact thing to me. Is it because I tend to be a bit more vocal about things than the average person who would sit and do nothing like a sheep? That’s because I’m not going to hide behind someone else and their agendas to bring myself to the top, I will do that all on my own and with my own voice as I have done for the past twelve years of my life. From your perspective, it could be because of what my namesakes are or what my cause is in bringing prestige and honor back into the championships that were treated like dirt for too many years. Again, I will ask why you believe that I am an asshole and when you have the answer to my question, Nobi, I will respond to that. However, do answer me a question while you respond other than the simple reason for your decision to fall behind Bad Boy Know and join his collective. The real question is, what was your expectation from the people? What did you want the people to do for you when you became champion or when you entered these big matches? Provide you with opportunities when they don’t control booking? Provide you with championships when they don’t control matches? Provide you with money when they already supported you? I want to know what you expected.

You were played by Know to join his ranks. Maggall has played himself to believe Know will bring a spotlight to his cause along with the OWA Prestige Championship. Know? He’s perpetuated this lie only to be met with failure when Hardcore Havoc arrives. All of this for a ridiculous agenda that’s flimsy at best and when they are met with the will and perseverance of The Dynasty to maintain their purpose of restoring prestige and honor into the titles we carry, they will know that the only thing to fall will not be our dynasty.

The fall of The Bad Boy Collective will be delivered before its rise to prominence can ever begin.

The compound location of The Mafia’s home base has been nothing but quiet for the past couple of hours, the sun began to set outside and the only man within the building is Jason, punching away at a bag that hangs from a chain. The strikes happen periodically. Allowing each punch to soak in as he takes a moment to take a deep breath and clear his mind. Allowing another punch to strike into the bag. In his mind, the bag itself represents what Christopher Sabertooth is. The kind of person he is. The kind of person he has been. The thing that Jason has been secretly seeking out for months. Though, the more that Jason continues to strike at the bag, the more drained he feels.

“It’s been rough for you, hasn’t it?” That voice was recognisable from the very first syllable spoken. Jason soon turned around to find Michael Bishop standing with his arms crossed and a half-smile written all over his face.

“Rough wouldn’t be the right word for it,” Jason spoke. “Continuously asking yourself if any of this is worth it? Yeah, it’s rough. Always dreading the past from ever catching up on you is a real kick in the fuckin’ balls, Mike. Always the target for everyone to come and take a hit whenever they feel like it. Now, I have to fight my own demons again. After thinking that I finally got rid of the fucker.”

A pause. Letting the thought sink in and process before twisting back around and landing a hard right hook to the punching bag, swinging from side to side after the force of the strike, before Micheal would step in and stop the bag from moving.

“Having to deal with all of that shit in the past, being constantly attacked here and there, not sure if anyone’s got your back anymore. I know how you feel - which is a whole lot of fuckin’ anger - and I should apologise for not having your back a lot sooner than expected. Considering, you know, I’ve had it rough myself as well. The ol’ heart is still beating strong but it’s been through hellfire. Kind of have to be careful with what I do.”

Jason pats Michael on the arm. "Ain't nothing gonna tell you what to do anyway, sure look at you now, about to put them Awakening boys in the dirt along with Milk Tiddies and the Lizard boy."

“Yes, but you’ve got a bigger problem. Savannah’s told me about you being a little bit… ‘on the edge’ about this thing with Chris.” Michael exclaimed, Jason stood there and listened. “What’s that all about then? Thinking about forgiving and forgetting after everything that he put your ass through? I know you’re way better than that, you can’t feel sorry for the dude because he’s gotten rid of his demons. Havoc or no Havoc, he caused chaos for over a year and more importantly…”

Michael turns his head to the right and looks up, seeing a portrait of Kenny Drake with the rest of The Frontline before they entered the Great War, letting out a deep exhale through his nose before turning his head back to Jason. “...and lost a damn good friend out of the chaos too.”

“I’m not forgiving, nor am I forgetting everything that’s happened,” Jason takes a moment to think. “But none of this needs to happen. I explained my peace. I told him that I have zero interest in ever forgiving him in anything. Though he’s so insistent on taking his lashings and looking for my respect. Why does he want any of this? Why does he look for my respect?”

“To get back into your head again, Jason. I thought that was clear from the jump. He wants to make you beat the hell out of him, he knows that your anger is your weakness. He knows how quick-tempered you are and if you snap?” Michael clicked his fingers. “He’s gotten ahead of you just like that, using it to his advantage, using it to play into his hand. Are you going to use that anger to play into his games? Are you going to allow him to manipulate whatever you throw at him and use it to his advantage?”

Jason turns his head only slightly, looking behind him and seeing Michael standing there with his arms crossed. A deep inhale and exhale soon followed. Biting into his bottom lip, holding in any kind of speech before uttering the word—

“No.”

“That’s what I thought so,” stepping forward and walking past Jason to adjust the punching bag hanging from the chain. With a white marker that he pulls from his pocket, Michael draws a large ‘X’ into the middle of the punching bag before taking a step back and looking at Jason.

“What’s that for?” He questioned.

“Pace, not pounce, and you’ll see yourself dealing more damage overtime than actually just beating the crap out of someone. Low stamina won’t help you later on, and it’ll make you go down a whole lot easier, but pacing things and letting yourself build back up that power in your strikes? That’s going to put him down for longer.”

“The end goal being…”

“...don’t let that fucker get in your head, and when you finally have him down and almost out, give him fuckin’ hell. Make sure he gets what he fuckin’ deserves.”

Jason nodded towards Michael, giving him a light half-smile, before turning back around to face the punching bag. All he needed to focus on was his pacing. Not his anger. He needed to take the advice of Michael and not let himself be manipulated. Not after everything he’s been through. Not after the helpless months he’s dealt with.


The funeral home was prepared for use. An emptied coffin placed within the middle of the room, the only light source is the moonlight that entered through the windows. Seated behind the coffin in the background was Jason Long, his hands clasped together and his index fingers resting on his lips.

His eyes soon close as he takes a deep breath, opening the eyes and looking towards the coffin before standing up, placing the OWA Spartan Championship down onto the coffin. Jason takes a moment of silence as he stares down at the coffin before bringing his attention towards the camera.

“Why?”

A pause.

“What’s the point of us being here, Christopher? What’s the point of us ever competing in this match? What do we gain and what do we lose from all of this? All that I gain from this is just a small bit of closure from my past, all that you gain from this is just a handful of my own half-arsed respect that I give you, and doesn’t that just feel like a waste of time? Doesn’t that feel like it’s a waste of my time, and your time, and everyone else’s time? I’ve had to ask myself that same question many times within the past couple of days, don’t you worry. I’ve had to ask myself if this is all worth the closure when all that past has done for myself was fuel me to be who I am today.

So I ask you this question, just one more time...

Why?

Is that respect really worth it at the end of the day? Or are you so willing to brush it under the carpet like you never asked me for my respect? Willing to come clean and admit that everything you told me to my face on Kingdom was nothing more than just hallowed words to try and pry yourself into a match with me, after two consecutive weeks in a row where you asked me for my forgiveness towards you and what you did to me. The more that I listen to you, the more I seem to notice how you backtrack and simply just reiterate everything that you’ve uttered out of your mouth in the past. Maybe it’s just me on this one, Chris. Maybe nobody else has taken notice of it much like I have. Or hell, maybe I’m just completely wrong on what I’m saying as well--but it’s just not sitting right with me.

Like come on and tell me - come out and say it - that you’re trying to fuck with me and trying to make me lower my guard down in the hopes that we can just solve this out like gentlemen. Tell me that’s what you’d like me to do because I can assure you that after everything with you over the past year, I just can’t bring myself to believe a single fucking word you speak. Telling me that Havoc doesn’t live within you, but he lives within everyone else seems like a whole load of fucking bullshit on your end, and it’s just not believable that you are doing this whole fucking thing with good intentions in your heart or within your mind. Why else would you want this match to happen in the first place? You want my forgiveness, you want my respect, you want this and that but not the championship. You feel the need to beat me so you can move on with your life, you feel the need to beat me so you can move onto the next chapter of your life and your career, but I’m just a man, Chris. Not a roadblock, nor am I a stepping stone for anyone, but just a man.

Explain to me what I have that you feel the need to defeat in order to move on.

--except for holding onto the one thing you lost all those months ago. And that’s me.

But just speaking it into existence? That shit makes me fuckin’ sick.”

The revolting tone spoken gives the viewer an example of how sickened he is at the thought of being the missing piece Christopher Sabertooth needed to move on with his life. A disgusted demeanor soon grows on Jason’s face.

“Believe me, I never wanted to destroy Christopher Sabertooth and I never wanted to ‘finish the job’. Doing that might have seemed way too easy than most would’ve expected and I’m not all for killing on the spot. If murder was my motivation, I wouldn’t be where I am right now and being honest with you? I’d be standing behind some rusted metal bars by now. You have this false narrative going on that I wanted to finish you off, I wanted to kill you, I wanted to end the suffering that Christopher Sabrertooth has brought onto me but you just don’t get it, do you? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again to you, what I wanted and what I ask for in this whole situation is fucking Havoc. And I’m not going to murder Havoc either, I’m not looking to slay a god damn fuckin’ demon like I’m the Doomslayer— but what I seek is his pain, I seek his threshold, and I seek to abuse that threshold and make him feel the pain that he put onto me and not you, Chris. None of this is about you but only for what you make it to be about yourself.

And let’s not go down that long road with me about there’s a little bit of Havoc inside of everyone that has come across him and been within his presence because I can assure you that what you think you see within me is not Havoc, what you think is just a glimpse of Havoc showing is nothing to do with him at all and has never had anything influenced by him at all. I’m sure you knew just about enough before I met him, Chris. I was always a hotheaded fucker, I was always a violent prick, and everything you think and see is an influence of Havoc? Nah, I was always like that. I was always that kind of a man. I was always that kind of person. Havoc might have jump started the kicker in which it became more noticeable, but he is no influence within me, so please—

Don’t you fuckin’ dare put that evil on me, you cunt.

But you were right about one thing, Chirs, and I’ll give you that.

I was the man that finally made Havoc weak. Call it whatever you want and the story stays the same. I made him weak, I made him vulnerable, I made him insecure, I did all of that and all it took was one simple betrayal. And when you think about it, was it really even a betrayal when all I had to do was finally snap out of his possession and finally wake up to see the bullshit carnage that he was causing onto everyone?”

A pause.

“Let that click for a second, that I escaped his possession, that I finally woke up from his false narrative, and that I finally began to make my own and one where success always seemed to follow. Something I couldn’t seem to quite grasp onto when he was in control, when he was creating the narrative, when he was trying to lead into my downfall for his own success. Let that just sink in for a moment, Chris. Doesn’t that prove that he’s not deep within me? Doesn’t that prove that he has nothing to do with me anymore? Doesn’t that prove that he has no control over me anymore? So why do you always seem to try and get into my head about this and play into the mind games that Havoc would have definitely tried playing into? What’s the purpose of your words? All of that shit is hallowed excuses to get under my skin.

Stop trying and act like the Christopher Sabertooth that everyone else knows, not mind games and manipulation that’s all left over from when Havoc was in control, because that’s just trying too hard to be someone you’re not. I know what you are. I know who you are. I know what Christopher Sabertooth is and pretending to keep the same key aspects of what made Havoc dangerous? Doesn’t suit you personally, mate. I know Halloween is coming up but we don’t have to be someone that scared people.

Then again, maybe it’s you that’s still got a bit of Havoc within you and all you’re doing?”

A beat.

“—is deflecting.”

A smile soon grew on Jason’s face. Rolling his head around and allowing his neck to crack.

“If there’s one thing we’ve both got in common in recent times, Chris? It’s that we both buried the hatchet deep into what once was who we were. Buried the past and left it behind us. Changed monikers to finally distance ourselves from what destroyed our namesake’s legacies. We’ve both changed mentally, emotionally, and even physically. We’ve both got lifestyles where we can go home and be happy to have and not have the constant fear of letting our demons cross paths with what we love the most. We let our past die so we can look ahead to the future, and I was happy enough with that, I was happy to not have to look back and see you. Our paths were going opposite ways and I was happy enough with that. But you, Chris, you came crawling back for some reason. You came back and hoped that forgiveness was as easy as just helping me when I was down.

Which is why we’re here in this exact situation right now. This isn’t Havoc versus Maverick that a lot of people were solely asking for and dreaming about throughout the end of the last season. This isn’t Havoc versus Maverick — the mentor versus the student. This is about respect, honor, glory, and the future. This isn’t about the past. I don’t intend to seek into it to make sure that I have to beat you. I don’t intend to use it to my own advantage because as I’ve said and so have you—

You’re not Havoc. And it’s why I asked for you to bring him instead of yourself.

My trauma was with him, my past was with him, my memories are with him. I do not intend to hurt you as much as you think I will. But, you are the one who asked for this. You are the one who wanted to take the lashings. You are the one who wanted to feel the pain and I’m only a man and I’m damn good at accepting people’s wishes. I’m good at accepting people’s demands. You look to end a chapter in your book, I look to turn the page and continue on mine. I closed that book a long time ago. Please, and I beg of you, do not make me open that up again.”

Jason takes a deep breath, picking up his championship.

“Just know that I’m doing this for you. I don’t care for the win or for the loss, because all of this unwanted attention that you brought onto yourself has been meaningless to say the least, and maybe then — after all of this is over — we can bury the rest of this with our past and put it behind us. Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that what you came to me for? To put an end to the past so me and you can co-exist again?”

A pause.

“And to think, none of this had to happen. None of it. All you had to do was to let go. Stop holding onto what once brought us together. Be free from your past. That’s how you move onto the next chapter in your life, Chris.

And now? You’re going to look like a damn fool at Hardcore Havoc because you couldn’t let go.

Just remember that.

And do everyone a favour.”

A beat.

“Let fuckin’ go.”

Cut to black.

(The camera opens up outside a steel gated door that’s easily several centuries old. Two handles adorn opposite sides of each other, with serpents going up both of the handles, which were formed to resemble upside-down torches, a sign this gate was likely constructed during London’s Victorian era. The metal gate doors suddenly swing wide open, the camera moving inside the solid darkness. After a few moments, the screen transitions to a room only illuminated by a single lit torch hanging on the wall. The underground crypt nestled within the catacombs beneath Brompton Cemetery is covered with spider-webs, dirt, and stone debris. There also appear to be five different coffins tucked in the man-made spaces within the crypt’s walls. The camera pans over to each coffin, zooming in on the name plates etched into the coffins themselves: Revy, La Llorona, Rebecca Brookes, Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda, and Jonetta Stone. The camera then pans over to the center of the crypt’s dirty stone floor, which shows a pentagram freshly drawn in white chalk, along with several lit candles surrounding it. Upside-down crosses adorn the walls, along with dark stains that could possibly be blood. A sinister laugh breaks the silence, following the unfamiliar chanting of a once-forgotten language that formed from ancient Latin. After a few more ghostly chants that seem to be coming from unknown male voices, the flames on the candles suddenly erupt like geysers, red flames leaping up high enough to lick the ceiling. The flames then extinguish themselves, the lit torch the only light source once again. The candles then return to normal, but now The Banshee lies on the ground, holding a rose up with her clasped hands resting on her breast. Her eyes are closed, but she has an evil grin on her face.)
 
The Banshee: Ahhhh…. The smell of fear… London is RIPE with it! And there is no one better suited to capitalize on the internal fears of others than the Hallow-Queen of the Monsters… ME! Yes, it’s a numbers game in the Promethean Chamber… Five other females, fighting like alley cats in heat, all for the grandest prize on Odyssey… the OWA Women’s Championship… However, all the scratching and clawing won’t be enough to prevent The Banshee from finally ascending that throne…
 
(The Banshee walks over to the coffin of “Rebecca Brookes,” slowly stroking the wood finish with the back of her hand. She then opens up the coffin, which expels a thick, suffocating fog of dark purple smoke, swallowing up the screen. The screen then transitions to a big-city alley, complete with toppled-over trashcans, broken beer bottles, and trash littered everywhere. Standing against the wall is a female that closely resembles Rebecca Brookes, even wearing her current entrance attire. A dark figure emerges from around the corner, wearing a thick, long overcoat with a black fedora. The dark figure approaches “Rebecca,” a sinister laugh lowly heard.)
 
Dark Figure: Tell me, Goddess of War… what is it that you fear the most?
 
“Rebecca Brookes:” … Sobriety.
 
Dark Figure: Allow me to take your fears away… wanna get high?
 
(The dark figure opens up her coat, revealing herself as The Banshee. She pulls out a very large, almost cartoon-like  syringe, plunging it directly into the crevice of the imposter’s elbow, injecting her with some unknown black, tar-like substance. The imposter’s eyes roll into her skull, as she starts shaking and vibrating violently, blood squirting out from her eyeballs, nostrils, and fingernails. She then foams at the mouth before collapsing to the ground, still shaking vigorously.)
 
The Banshee: Rebecca Brookes… while you don't actually “fear” sobriety, since you’ve been to rehab more times than Keith Richards on a bender, I do know what it is that you DO FEAR… OBSCURITY! Ever since you came into Odyssey like a bat out of hell… how can a junkie be an “angel,” after all… you’ve made a habit of charging directly into a fight, head-first, often throwing consequences to the wind… That strategy may have given you a bit of success here and there, but do you think it will work against The Banshee… in the Promethean Chamber, no less? There’s a reason that Aria Jaxon… and also Viola DeMarco, back when that bitch was running things… always go out of their way to ensure that The Banshee DOES NOT RECEIVE opportunities for title shots… yet you seem to get those as if they were passing them out as Halloween candy! And let’s talk about your “so-called” reign as the Goddesses Champion… was it even really a “reign?” All you really did was defend it against Hana Nakajima… that little poser… over and over again, proving that the law of averages really does work for feeble-minded folk… But Rebecca, you haven’t ever been tested before against truly elite talent, you’re just some middling mid-carder who somehow continues to get undeserved opportunities…
 
(The Banshee pulls out a pistol, points it directly at the head of the convulsing imposter, shooting her several times. However, instead of blood and brain matter exploding out the various bullet-holes, the only thing that shoots out is the same dark, tar-like substance that was in the syringe that she plunged into the imposter earlier. The woman collapses into a sitting position against the dirty brick wall, while The Banshee takes the overcoat off, flinging it into an open dumpster.)
 
The Banshee: Yes, it seems that Llorona completely wasted a good opportunity to blow your brains out down in her little Casa de Puta Falsa, but don’t worry, I’ll address that Scarface-wannabe soon enough! Now Rebecca, it does appear that you did indeed ASK Llorona to pepper your skull with bullets… is it because you know that Llorona is nothing but a coward hiding behind her little Mexican Peanuts gang? No, I bet it’s something far deeper… far DARKER, too dark for someone that calls herself an “angel.” Rebecca, you will finally be exposed for the weakling you are at Hardcore Havoc, which is why you have some perverse death wish… your worst fears will be realized… the entire world will know the indisputable truth…
 
*(in a sinister, reverb voice) Rebecca Brookes… is the most overachieving mediocre talent in the industry… but at Hardcore Havoc… your only achievement… will be if you survive…
 
(The screen fills with purple smoke once again, transitioning to a foyer inside a lavish mansion. An ornate dining table sits in the middle of the foyer, the table covered with shrink-wrapped packages of cocaine and heroin, along with bundles of Mexican pesos scattered all over the table and around it as well. There are no bodies present, living or dead, but the walls and much of the furniture appears to have been destroyed by automatic gunfire. Bullet holes are visible everywhere, yet there are also no firearms present. The Banshee walks into the foyer, wearing a ridiculous-looking black sombrero and a purple and green poncho. In the large dining room adjacent to the foyer, a group of mariachi musicians prepare their instruments to play. The Banshee pulls out a “DECLASSIFIED” folder labeled as the “Caro-Quintero Organization Persons of Interests.” She skims it for a second, then slams it down on the table. The folder opens to a picture of an older Mexican woman, and a young Mexican male that was likely her son, both lying in pools of their own blood.)
 
The Banshee: If there’s anyone that’s a tough nut to crack, it’s you, puta… Odyssey’s own La Chupacabra, except you don’t suck the blood of goats… you just suck, period. End of sentence…
 
(The Banshee pulls out a bottle of Patrón, taking a swig of it. Disgusted by the taste, she immediately spits it out all over the table, drugs, and folder contents, throwing the bottle hard at the wall afterwards, shattering it.)
 
The Banshee: How do you drink this shit, anyways? There’s nothing that beats a nice mug of warm, fresh blood… But Llorona, you likely forgot what it’s like to “feel warmth,” or any kind of affection whatsoever, since you claim to be the most fearsome drug kingpin south of the Arizona-Mexico border… right along where Sonora lies… I bet I even know the date of “when” the precious little daughter of a drug lord, simply known as “Nicole,” became the *(sarcastically) Assassin known as Llorona… June 18^th, during the summer of 2013…
 
(The screen then begins to play random news footage that specifically pertains to the Sonora Cartel, including reports on the murders of a revered cartel member high up in the cartel’s hierarchy… Maria, mother of two, and her son Miguel… random audio bits only offer tiny morsels of information, but The Banshee’s sinister laughter can be slightly heard in the background. The footage then stops as the camera transitions back inside the foyer. The Banshee then nods to the mariachi band, who begin to play “Malagueña Salerosa.”)
 
The Banshee: You know, the legend of “La Llorona” draws many parallels to my own mythology… For Llorona is also known as “the Wailer” in some circles… A Mexican symbol that inspires fear... But YOU don’t inspire fear… Nicole, Llorona, whatever you call yourself… At Hardcore Havoc, I will show you what “FEAR” really is… Yes, you may not actually identify as “the Weeping Woman,” but when we meet in the Promethean Chamber… you will be leaving in tears, tail tucked between legs, crying like a little bitch… because I’m going to do to you what your rivals did to your whore mother and loser brother… the symbols of your fear...

*(in a sinister, reverb voice) Llorona, you fear your own emotions… because you know that emotions weaken the will and spirit of even the toughest competitors… But you shouldn’t fear the weakness that comes with emotions… You were already born into it… You and your dear old dad were too weak and stupid to protect your family… Your weakness is what KILLED your slut of a mother and your bitch of a brother! But worry not… at Hardcore Havoc, I will devour your soul, which will allow you all to have a nice, big family reunion… in Hell! Adios, bitch!
 
(The screen, after filling up with purple smoke, transitions to what appears to be some local sandwich restaurant, with bright neon blue and green colors bringing the place to life. The Banshee is standing behind the deli window, wearing a 1980s era-appropriate “soda jerker” uniform. A Houston Texans flag adorns one of the windows, while the café itself is empty of life. At that moment, two teenage Asian-Americans enter the shop, the male appearing to be slightly older than the female, presumably his sister. The two teens walk up to the deli counter, either not phased or not noticing The Banshee’s presence.)
 
Male Teen: OK Kairi, let’s get some sandwiches, then we can hit up the army surplus store on the way home… honestly, I don’t get your obsession with military weapons, especially grenades and shit.
 
Kairi Sane: Yay! It’s always a good day when I can wrap my fingers around a nice, cold piece of hand artillery! Now, how about a meatball sub?
 
The Banshee: Hmmm… how about a taste of your own fear instead... REVY!!!
 
(The Banshee lets out a wail that’s followed by a swarm of locusts and flies flowing out of her mouth. The bugs completely envelop the teenage version of Moongoose McQueen, then they quickly disperse, leaving only dust where Teen McQueen stood. The teenage actress playing Kairi Sane, a.k.a. Revy, begins to freak out, collapsing on the floor while getting into a fetal position, rocking back and forth while sucking on her thumb. The Banshee laughs, pulling out a large loaf of French bread and cutting it submarine-style, preparing to make a sandwich.)
 
The Banshee: Yes Revy, your fear is so obvious… thus it’s so easy to exploit it… although you’ve always been a failure long before Morrighan began her career in street fights… You fear isolation, Revy… You can’t stand being alone, yet that’s what your own family did to you… MoonGoose, like Icarus, tried to fly too close to the sun… not realizing he was already in Hell… and thus, that overrated motherfucker crashed and burned so much, he literally believed he could harness the powers of a god… and he paid for his blasphemy with his own pathetic life!
 
(A puff of green smoke temporarily covers the deli counter, dispersing just seconds later. Laying on the bread… is what looks like the corpse of MoonGoose McQueen, wearing the outfit that he was buried in. The Banshee takes out a chef’s knife, flashing a wink to the Revy impersonator, before slicing open the stomach area. The Banshee reaches her hand in, a puzzled look appearing on her face.)
 
The Banshee: Huh… well Revy, maybe I owe you an apology, because I think I figured out why MoonGoose died so pitifully…
 
(The Banshee then rips her hand out from the stomach, pulling out only a liver, holding it near her mouth.)

The Banshee: BECAUSE THE MOTHERFUCKER OBVIOUSLY NEVER HAD ANY GUTS! HOW ABOUT YOU, REVY? DO YOU HAVE THE GUTS TO FACE ME!?!
 
(The Banshee then takes a big, juicy bite out of the large liver, blood squirting out as she violently chews it like a two-dollar steak.)
 
The Banshee: Mmmmmm… I just love “soul food,” don’t you Revy... you little meatball!
 
(The Revy impersonator, horrified at the sight, tries to leave the sub shop… but The Banshee responds by slicing off the hands of the MoonGoose corpse, then picking up the severed hands and tossing them at the actress. The sentient hands both tightly grip the impersonator’s throat, choking the very life from her eyes. As she begins to lose consciousness, The Banshee walks by, pausing to bend down and lick the severed hands.)

The Banshee: Oh yeah… that’s definitely “finger-licking good!”

*(in a sinister, reverb voice) Revy... your fear of loneliness has already manifested itself in this reality… so welcome to Hell on earth! Now enjoy the eternal isolation that is waiting for you after you fail yet again at Hardcore Havoc! HAHAHAHAHA!!!
 
(Thick purple smoke swallows up the area, transitioning to yet another location. When the fog clears out, the location is now shown to be a professional dojo. Posters of various wrestling and MMA fighters adorn the walls, including posters of Aria Jaxon, Azumi Goto, Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda, and other wrestling legends. Someone that bears an uncanny resemblance to Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda is working out on a bench press, casually putting up reps like it was nothing. A conveniently-placed podium rests near the bench press, where a female puppet “sits” while barking motivational phrases out to “Stephanie Matsuda,” a name tag that says “Hello, My Name is Sammy Gargles” plastered on the puppet’s shirt, an obvious dig towards Samantha Garza. Off in the corner is The Banshee, who is silently stalking them, hiding amongst the workout equipment.)
 
Sammy Gargles: Yeah Cloudy! Show that Banshee bitch whose boss! Can I haz a Cloudy-snack?
 
“Cloudy:” Not right now… setting a… ugh… personal best! Hopefully… I don’t… shit myself… yet again…
 
Sammy Gargles: But Cloudy! You’re no spring chicken anymore! You have very little tread left on the tires! You might be more washed up than hospital waste floating along the Thames!
 
“Cloudy:” I’ll never… eh…. retire! I can… do this… until the… uh… day I… DIE!
 
The Banshee: (emerging from behind a squat machine) Well now… that can be arranged, “sweets.” But first, it looks like you need some more weight on there… much more weight…
 
(The Banshee waves her fingers, which causes several large weights to float up and stack themselves on the bench bar, causing Cloudy to struggle under the hundreds of additional pounds. The Banshee stands over Cloudy, in the spotter position, her face full of perverse joy.)
 
The Banshee: What, do you think this is too much weight? Do you think it’s… dangerous? Some sports scientist once said, “If you think lifting is dangerous, try being weak. Being weak IS dangerous!” So don’t you see, Cloudy? The only source of real power in this world… is strength! But strength wanes with age… doesn’t it?
 
(The Matsuda imposter begins to struggle furiously with the heavy bar, as The Banshee lightly places one finger on the bar, laughing while doing so. The extra “force” causes Cloudy’s elbows to bend backwards unnaturally, as she screams out in pain while struggling to keep the bar up. Suddenly, she yells out in agony as her elbows snap broken, the jagged breaks easily bursting out her skin, spraying blood and muscle tissue everywhere. The bar then falls directly onto Cloudy’s windpipe, crushing it immediately as the imposter gurgles up blood before her eyes close.)
 
The Banshee: You know the old saying… no pain, no gain… HAHAHAHA!!! Oh Sweets, why do you make it so easy for me? You tried to ruin Banshee-Ween, but all you did was motivate me even further… As for your fear, it’s so painfully obvious to the world already… 

*(in a sinister, reverb voice) Matsuda... you fear that you’re becoming irrelevant, just another footnote soon to be forgotten in OWA lore, joining jabronis like Danielle Madison and Liara Lawson… hell, it’s already begun! You think you’re going to surpass your fear, and leave it in the dark? HA! We'll see about that… I can agree that this is more than a match… but a therapy session? Therapy suggests that you’re seeking help… and help you will need, if you have any hopes of SURVIVAL! So don’t break your hip walking to the ring, grandma… I’ll be waiting for you… And really, you wanna smite me like a “10^th-level paladin?” Jesus Christ, you fucking nerd… you should realize that you’re about several DOZEN levels short of taking on the Lich-Queen herself! Keep rolling that D-20... you're going to need a lot of crits just to keep up!
 
(A cloud of smoke envelops the screen, transitioning to an empty ring. Standing inside the ring is The Banshee, but the only other thing inside the ring is a replica of the OWA Women’s Championship belt. The Banshee picks up the belt, looks at it, then looks directly at the camera.)
 
The Banshee: Hmm… this seems all a little… plain and vanilla, especially compared to everyone else so far… why is that, Jonetta Stone? Even Stevie Wonder could see that you, Jonetta Stone...


*(in a sinister, reverb voice) You fear losing the belt… and well you should, because Hell has sent me to claim Odyssey’s greatest prize, and it’s a task I take great pleasure in… Don’t you realize it yet, Jonetta? I don’t dislike you at all… in fact, you’re absolutely one of my favorites on the roster! I especially loved how we both equally mindfucked Revy well past her breaking point… we are such kindred spirits in that way… we both are creatures who embrace our sinister sides in order to get what we want… Unfortunately for you, I now want that belt… And I will have it… Aria Jaxon made a mistake when she added me to the Promethean Chamber, not realizing that Morrighan made her money fighting in conditions far worse than that… but that’s a story for later… Jonetta, I would love it to come down to me… and you… so keep that in mind… we can do great things together… if we work towards the same goals... think about it...

(Maggall is seen on one of Piers Morgan’s sets filmed earlier in the week not to contradict any bullshit some nerd on the internet might care about. Maggall seems bored on set, while Piers shakes his head disapprovingly of Maggall’s attitude.)

Piers Morgan: Now Maggall, or Mr Muhammad, whatever you’re called, I expect you to be on your best behaviour. The Omega Wrestling Alliance is going to have their grand PPV of Hardcore Havoc in my great country, and we’ve made a deal to promote the event under the great wealth of power the crown gives.

Maggall: Don’t you have some black women to hound right now? There’s even gotta be some white-passing ones if you’ve run out.

Piers Morgan: I have heard rumours of what goes down on that Odyssey brand, and I do think I could give this Aria Jaxon some pointers on how to run the show more professionally.

Maggall: Man can’t you just shut the fuck up?

(Maggall shakes his head and turns around in his chair away from Piers, but Piers sticks on him aggressively with conversation.)

Piers Morgan: Now that’s the type of attitude problem I”m talking about! It’s like how you don’t speak respectfully to the good lads in the Dynasty.

Maggall: Oh here we go, are you one of the white folk who just can’t stop trying to shove these guys down our throats?

Piers Morgan: Now you stop right there! Not everything in this bloody world has to be about bloody race!

Maggall: Are you blind? How many champions OWA got? Around  9 or 10? And you telling me none of them can be people of colour and that doesn’t seem odd to you? Tell me any other sport dominated by white people like this that isn’t in water or on frozen water? Tennis, golf, both footballs, badminton, basketball, baseball, track, even goddamn chess has people of colour included around the top of the scene! But you telling me it’s natural OWA is all white dominated? I thought the W stood for wrestling, maybe it stands for white.

Piers Morgan: Enough! OWA is a meritocracy! Perhaps if others just put in the work, the OWA landscape could be more diverse at the top. And I’m sick and tired of you diverting everything to race, why can’t you address how special the wrestlers in the Dynasty are? Come on mate!

(Maggall laughs and shakes his head, but ultimately he decides to comply.)

Maggall: Alright, what exactly do you want from me about these chumps?

Piers Morgan: I just want you to acknowledge them as the hottest thing in professional wrestling today!

Maggall: Hottest? Man these guys don’t even have any hoes in their faction! I don’t care about roster splits, even in 2010s they managed to get something good to look at in these groups! These dudes are stuck in the 1990s!

Piers Morgan: Now don’t you start going into that, I was talking about they’re the most talked-about group in professional wrestling!

Maggall: I don’t know about all that. I keep hearing about Black Suns. Jeff’s group. Some Shin Sekai bullshit. I hadn’t heard about these guys until Nobi and Bad Boy Know hit me up and I came to wreck that Hampton bitch.

Piers Morgan: Hampton is the future of Olympus, you address him with respect!

(Maggall rolls his eyes.)

Maggall: Man, I tried to listen to Hampton and it made me almost doze off and miss coming to this interview. This man went through all the generic phrases in wrestling. Mount Rushmore. The foundation. Being the Beatles. Greek god body. He even hit me with all the damn pop culture references in the world! Disney characters, The Office, Billie Eilish, Lebron, Adele because she got some new song out, the earth in space meme, Michael Myers because it’s almost Halloween! And I didn't even touch on all of it that it was so annoying. The guy just talks a lot and repeats the most popular things in the world while being a rich doofus, I’m starting to see why people say Olympus has a creativity problem if he’s the future of the brand. I regret that I didn’t end his career when I dropped him on his head when I returned, I committed a great injustice to the entire world who had to hear him speak at least one last time.

Piers Morgan: Hey, don’t need to just badmouth the kid like that!

Maggall: No, it’s very necessary. I may not like Jacob Senn and Matt Miles, they’re the faces of plain white guys with lucrative lifestyles, but at least they bring soul and unique character to it. They have a form of weight to their words. Listening to this Hampton guy made me want to know why Darkane even associates with these guys, what could be the relation? Then I heard Darkane blow it off saying they’re just business partners, and I realized this was just some random supergroup with the best people they could find to dominate Olympus. They won’t even try to explain why the Graveworm can tolerate being around such an empty suit. How trite. Now that I’ve caught a whiff of how bad things stink on Olympus, it’s even more important that the Bad Boy Collective ruins the plans and expectations everyone has of letting this continue.

(Piers Morgan looks offended by the Maggall’s tirade, but then pushes on.)

Piers Morgan: I do see you seem to realize people didn’t expect much from your group against this illustrious faction.

Maggall: It’s known that perhaps Bad Boy Know and I aren’t known for showing our great motivation for getting work done in OWA, so it isn’t surprising people would have faith in their typical current champions. I’m sure the Dynasty has been dog walking these boys on Olympus, the fact they’re such a typical group also means anybody can come around and pick up on what kind of dominance they likely display. But who cares? All that means is we have the element of surprise. I can remind OWA why I was the most devastating monster TV Champion this company ever had. Bad Boy Know can show OWA why he had such a high rating in the DLC pack of their video game. And Nobi? If you can’t see the consistency and work ethic of Nobi, I have nothing to say to you and you’ve had this destruction coming. He’s the veteran of this match, and he hasn’t gotten lazy like Jacob Senn has over the years. He’s the unsung hero, and unlike Matt Miles he hasn’t needed to cling to every passing group to stay relevant. And that’s not an EAW thing, anywhere you go you’ll find Matt Miles unable to stand on his own two feet without a crew with him because he always knows the right people. How long has he been a pro wrestler? And yet he’s still a sidekick. If Hampton wants to hear all the references in the world, I’ve got one for him, we’re the Bad Boy Pistons, I’ll be out there hitting him with flagrants like big ol Bill Laimbeer! Sorry, I couldn’t hit you with something more current, the NBA is too soft these days for you to get what I’m about to do to your crew of weak ass dough boys.

(Piers Morgan becomes uncomfortable, adjusting his tie and trying to get the interview back into his hands.)

Piers Morgan: Perhaps your contention with the white populace was a more kind bone of contention.

Maggall: You don’t get it. Capitalism. The white agenda. People getting away with being soft boring wrestlers. Vanilla midgets. They’re all connected. It’s the status quo of people following the same old formula over and over again across generations to become the biggest players in the game, and everyone pretending it means they’ve been the best. It’s not that the members of the Dynasty don’t work hard or whatever it is that you want me to admit they’re good at not to offend the sensitivities of the people that see them as something special. It’s about the fact that they have the easiest lives in the world and are privileged with needing to do the bare minimum to get ahead. Pick someone on the roster like Ryo Sakazaki, give him a limo, a bunch of fancy items, and tell him to talk as long as Elijah Hampton and I can guarantee he’ll do just about as great of a job as Hampton does as idiots eat up the same shit time and time again.

Piers Morgan: RYO??? Why are you so disrespectful?

Maggall: I can’t help it. When I look towards the Dynasty, all I see are frail men in fancy outfits who are much weaker than I! I see people that OWA feels comfortable with, because they know what these guys are all about and what these guys will do every step of their lives! While I’m scary. They don’t know if my big black ass can sell events on posters. They don’t know if all the little white girls will run across the street when they see me walk towards an OWA fan meet and greet event. They don’t know if soccer moms will tune into Olympus and say they see a man too violent for TV and try to get the show thrown off TV! But I say OWA needs a monster. An attraction that everyone looks at when he walks into a room. Someone who reminds the normal “relatable” fans at home this is a sport they can’t perform in because beasts like me exist! Or better yet, someone who serves to diversity can come to the land of Omega. Big boys, come on over. Monsters, come on in. POCs, doesn’t matter whether black, Asian, whatever, let’s take over this damn company! LET’S BRING ALL DYNASTIES TO THEIR KNEES! FAMILY ONES! CULTURAL ONES! ROYAL ONES!

(Piers Morgan stands up after that last one!)

Piers Morgan: Now hold on, don’t you threaten the crown!

Maggall: It’s a new age Piers! It’s time London and OWA get dragged into it, kicking and screaming as you all do! Elijah calls the Dynasty Mount Rushmore? Let’s knock them down like the founders’ statues all across America! They’re the foundation??? I’m fine with shaking that foundation, even if everything standing on it topples, bringing these weak ass wrestlers of Olympus down will be my honour! Maybe when the game changes, you westerners will see that honour killings aren’t all that bad!

Piers Morgan: THAT’S IT, THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER, YOU’VE GONE TOO FAR, HOW DARE YOU!

(Maggall laughs while Piers Morgan becomes red in the face with rage. Maggall gets up and Piers become scared, and Maggall rolls his eyes and shakes his head.)

Maggall: You can’t have any fun these days, pull your skirt down! But aight, hurting soft feelings isn’t the only way to get my kicks. I much prefer breaking bodies, and that’s what I’ll be doing at Hardcore Havoc. Enjoy your Dynasty while it lasts. It’ll be falling down like that ol London Bridge game whites used to love singing.

(Maggall walks off as the camera goes to black.)

Love's gonna get you killed
But pride’s gonna be the death of you and you and me

“I’d understand if you hate me right now. I haven’t been the greatest sister-in-law, nor the perfect wife towards Monica. It’s been far too long since I’ve visited you, and honestly? I have no excuse. I could say it was because I was too busy, or I let it slip my mind, but the truth is I’ve been avoiding you. It’s not because I fear your judgment - we were in The Coven. We’ve committed horrific acts of evil together. I’ve been avoiding you because there’s part of me that feels like ever since you left this world, there’s been an invisible string tying us together. It’s caught your sister, ‘Ria, Jacob, and anyone else close to you. As much as I’ve done to ensure your legacy will live on forever - Lethal Hearts 3’s aesthetic was my doing - there’s a part of me that feels I need to...move on from this. My love for you, our memories together, they’ll always be in my heart. But sometimes I feel your legacy has come to define my career. Now on the eve of my first chamber match, a match you were supposed to be in several years ago, I realize that I need to start living for myself. Listen...I love Mon to death, but sometimes I think our relationship progressed from grief more than actual love. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with her...it just means that in order for us to progress together, we have to stop letting the worst tragedy of our lives define us. I know in my heart you wouldn’t want that for us and we’ve done what we needed to ensure that your memory lives in our hearts, but as I see the sun setting on my own story, I need to give the world something to remember me by. If this whole watching from heaven thing is true, then you already know what I’m referring to. We spend so much time pretending to be immortal, that we forget just how vulnerable we are. Heh, ironically I feel that my success has always stemmed from how honest I am with myself. Any of my opponents can walk out of Hardcore Havoc with the title around their waist. As you already know, I can’t let it happen. Not in the same weekend where Monica and I lost you several years ago. When that chamber door close, I won’t only be fighting for myself, but for one last time I’ll fight for us. I’ll do what you were supposed to back at Road to Redemption. That’ll be my final song for you, sweets.”


“I’m sitting here next to you and thinking about how just yesterday you, me, and Ria would ride down the highway going from one high school gymnasium to another wrestling for peanuts. And here I am, with two promotions under my name, a bevy of accomplishments, and a place young people can feel safe. I’m proud of what I’ve done Meg, but the spark is still there - no pun intended. Though after Boiling Point, I wanted to quit. I don’t know, after seeing so many people involve themselves in my business and the fact that I allowed Jonetta to capitalize and get away with it...it was disheartening. Sure I kicked down Odyssey’s door guns blazing, but the more I fight, the more my body resists me. Stone pushed me to the limits, but I felt victory within my grasp. I knew I was going to pin her one-two-three, but the others...they wouldn’t allow it. All of the women who raised their nose to me didn’t hesitate to get in my way when I was about to prove my point. I think it’s time to switch gears. At this point, fuck Odyssey. I love Aria, but I no longer care about saving the brand. I just want the most valuable Women’s World Championship in the world. A title that indirectly follows in the legacy laid by the champions of my former employer. A title whose prestige Aria used to turn a new, fledgling brand into an international powerhouse. ‘Ria doesn’t need me, she got this. I only care for standing on the body of my enemies with the OWA Women’s World Championship raised. I will continue to fight ‘till my heart’s content, until I drop dead. Not for Odyssey, not for my family, and not for your legacy, sweets. When that bell rings, I’d paid my debt to you and Monica, who kept me whole through my worst days back on Empire. When I walk out of that chamber, I’ll be living for myself. I’ve raised an entire generation of women’s wrestlers. Zumi and I established the most dominant women’s promotion in the world that’s not attached to a male brand. I fulfilled my obligation to the community. Now it’s time to do me, and me only. If there’s anyone who taught me that, it was you.”


“Maybe I was lying to myself. I wanted to be the Queen of Fighters and change the world. I was so hellbent on retaining my relevance that I lost that personal hunger from my lone wolf days. I was a fucking beast when I was the JET World Champion. I took on the biggest names in the world and knocked them down one by one. It took a literal hall of famer to end my reign. And as for the Empire, I remained untouchable for so long I eclipsed my competition. I didn’t have QOW there, nor did I have Samantha Garza, though I still require her assistance. All I had was me and I did well for myself. All I had was me when I reigned as a double champion in WWH and to this day I remain the PWN World Champion. I did that on my own terms. I’ve been looking at this the wrong way, sweets. It’s time to up the ante and show these heauxes what I’m about. Welp, it’s time to head to England. The next time you look down from the heavens I’ll be holding the OWA Women’s World Championship in my grasp. Now if you excuse me, it’s time to earn my keep. I’ll always love you Meagan. But it’s time to set off my own sparks.”


“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”

― Frank Herbert, Dune

There are a few things that I fear in the world. Between the vast amount of opponents I’ve faced and the matches I’ve risked my life in, I’ve grown accustomed to having my nerves tested. At this point, they’re adamantium, impossible to cut through. But yet there lies something that can sink its way into my impenetrable wall. As the days go on and my body slowly reaches its limit, it's not death that worries me. Nor is it an abrupt end to my career. In fact, after the clusterfuck that was Boiling Point, I nearly called it quits. No, it’s something much deeper, something I can’t take back. It’s the cumulation of a twelve-year career and what was accomplished within that time frame. Coming into an industry at a time where women were still viewed as arm candy I didn’t know what to expect. But now as I feel the sun setting, I’m surrounded by those are beginning to learn their potential. But yet, old habits die hard. We have a gangsta who thinks all of her answers can be solved with a wave of her glock. We have a heartbroken younger sister who received countless chances to seize throne but yet has failed at every opportunity. There’s a so-called monster who thinks her parlor tricks will save her in a cage with battle-tested amazons. There’s the young upstart who was trained by one of the best, but yet hasn’t learned everything her master has taught her. Because in this industry there some things that you can’t train for. The woman in possession of my title understands this better than the rest of you. If there’s anything Jonetta has learned during her time as champion is that as the sand in the hourglass fall, so does her chances of retaining her precious gold. The material object that is a representation of a woman’s worth, the OWA Women’s World Championship. Her career is beginning to take shape, but unfortunately, it will fizzle out before it becomes something more than a flash in the pan. The moment my gaze settle upon hers I knew it was my destiny to seize that belt from Jonetta’s hands and add it to my own legacy, one that can end at any time.


Does this mean the rumors are true? That the Queen of Fighters, the War Queen, the Sky Queen of professional wrestling isn’t the wrestler she once was? Are the dirt sheets right about medical reports stating that I shouldn’t be in that ring? Perhaps. Maybe so, maybe not. This could be psychological warfare, a Jedi mind trick used to psyche out my opponents, an effort to persuade them into thinking that I’m not the threat I used to be. Then again they’ve already fooled themselves into thinking that I’m not a threat at all, that they will walk out with world title gold around their waist. I will allow them to live that reality...until they fall by my hand. I’m no longer interested in showing Odyssey the way to glory. When I walk away from this, the moment my foot sets outside this industry, the pink brand can burn for all I care. Because let’s face it - this generation is nothing like the one before. It’s a field of bodies waiting to be led to the incinerator of irrelevancy, destined to be burned into dust by the fires of time. When that bell rings, I will rage war upon the legacies of five other women. My goal isn’t just to beat them; I want to fade their presence to black as if they never existed. Ten years from now I want the public to forget their names, or at least develop a temporary case of amnesia when they think about who was there the night Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda won her sixth world title. This is something more than a simple victory. I want to eradicate Odyssey - one woman at a time.


Whether or not you deserve the glory you received Jonetta depends on the outcome of this match. I’m no longer concerned about political crusades. I just want to break you. I want to embarrass you in front of Queen and Country while proving to the world that Odyssey should’ve been under my heel once our match was over at Boiling Point. It took the entire roster to prevent me from beating you. There were so many close moments where you should’ve stayed down but like a stubborn boar, you hot back up and charged away. And now you’re trapped with five of us inside that chamber and there’s a part of you that might think of this as an advantage. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it’s not sweets. You can’t escape me, no matter how hard you try to run, no matter how many people stand between us. It didn’t take Renee long to fall and soon you will know what that feels like. Nothing can stop me from standing above your body with two world titles in my hands. One that I took from your dear friend Roxy over a year ago, and one that I’ll soon take from you. The fate of the Dollhouse was sealed when I prevented you from taking Odyssey from my fingertips back at Pluto’s Gate. Now I will make it my sole purpose to end your legacy hare, and eclipse to the point where people will forget you exist. It may sound like I don’t like you Jonetta, but whether or not that is true is no longer a truth that matters. The only thing that concerns me is that I remain the last woman standing in that chamber. Because once I overcome each of you, I will have surpassed my fear, leaving it in the dark, never to be found again. This is more than a match, sweets. It’s a therapy session filled with blood, sweat, and grit. When our session is over, I’ll come out of it stronger, wiser, and ready to overwrite your stories with my own tale of glory and absolute domination. The OWA Women’s World Championship is my spice of life, the irreplaceable currency that you are all willing to risk your lives over. In fact, I came close to losing my life over this belt not too long ago.


Llorona knows damn well what I mean. In a desperate display of power, you tried to eliminate the competition the old-fashioned way. What you didn’t anticipate is that I’m just as much the gangsta as you are, sweets. You don’t think I know what you’re about? Your acts of violence, your assertion of power are just a distraction to show that you’re not as capable in a sporting ring as the rest of us. You once held the universe in your hand and you failed to keep your legacy intact. Also, you failed to get the Lethal Angel Championship, and thus Roxy’s legacy erased you from the pages of LAW history. It doesn’t surprise me, though. It doesn’t take much to be Jonetta’s attack dog. And once she was done with you, she discarded the rest of your band of misfits like garbage. It’s what she does and yet you’d rather take your anger out on a retired woman than Jonetta herself. You rather act like a whiny, spoiled child who rather throws temper tantrums than handle your business like a real woman. The more I get to know you Llorona, the more I realize that you only bite when there’s a firearm in your hand. When you’re left with your hands, you just do what every other bitch does and just bark away. You’re no different than any other so-called badass who came my way. Just because you’re popular in your part of the world doesn’t mean shit. If you tried that gang-gang shit in my neck of the woods, you’d be dragged out of Brooklyn with a body riddled with bullet holes. But luckily for you, we’re in England. What does that mean for you, sweets? It means you get to walk away with your life, but unfortunately, the short but eventful legacy of Llorona dies in the Promethean Chamber. Now, how’s that for gangsta, sweets?


If there is someone I feel a once of sympathy for, it’s Revy. But then I think about what you did to Niki Kahn and I can’t help but think about what the Joker said to Murray that one time…


YOU GET WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE! 


Do you think I shed a tear when Jonetta and Banshee mindfucked you from here to Cancun!? Do you think I give a flying fuck about how close you came to winning to Women’s Championship, only to drop the ball as you have your entire career!? And now once again you get a shot at a title you never had any business competing for! Being Moongoose’s sister must give you an infinite amount of clout because I never saw anyone get this many chances for a damn title in such a short amount of time. But once again you’ll find a way to slip up. You’ve always been allergic to success - you’ve said it yourself, so maybe you won’t mind fading into nothingness. In a way, I think if this is a mercy kill - giving a dying animal exactly what it needs to move on to the next world. How fitting though - in the very match that defined your career as Flashbang Queen will mark the end of the road for you. Maybe this needs to happen, sweets. Maybe in some weird way, I’m saving you from becoming a mockery of yourself, a trope, a one-trick pony. Or maybe I’m too late and this is my way of giving your career the sweet release it deserves. Whatever this all means, in the end, you brought this upon yourself, Murray. Bang! Shot to the fucking head.


Speaking of one-trick ponies, another person comes to mind. Someone who gives Mysterio from Spiderman a run for his money with the kind of light show she performs. Someone who likes to get into the mind of her opponents because like Llorona, she can barely crush a grape in an actual fruit fight. For those who are slow to catch on, I’m referring to The Banshee. There was a time where her existence unnerved me, especially after what she did to Azumi. Then I realized, that Zumi and I aren’t alike, and I’m not one to fall prone to the kind of trickery she possesses. Sure she got the best of me when I persuaded her to fight by my side during the last women’s Clash, but I was only assessing the situation. If there’s anything I can say about The Banshee is that it took me a while to figure out what she’s about, and once I did it all fell together. Morrighan McDonnell is a child in a grown woman’s body. After failing to get over whatever issues she’s had as a child, she has resorted to creating this “Banshee persona” as a way to cope with living in an adult world by stealing all the attention for herself, because there’s a chance she wasn’t loved as a child. This is a classic case, really. Someone everyone thinks is so unique is just a Hot Topic reject who may nor may not have superpowers. Shit, I bet her favorite holiday movie is The Nightmare before Christmas. I bet she goes out every Halloween scaring little kids because it’s the only way she can express her power over others. In a post-Abholos world, I should believe that Banshee is the most dangerous woman in this match, but I can’t help but think about the little girl I see behind that movie makeup. Because quite frankly with all that power, why wrestling? Why a competitive sport? Why not take over the world? Quite honestly, she’s just like every other “spooky” person I came across. Hell, I used to hang out with an entire coven of her type. So this whole smoke and mirrors shit isn’t anything new, Morrigan. You want me to accept you as The Banshee? You want me to respect you like the monster you’ve become? Then walk out with that Women’s World Championship. Because if not, then your mythology dies in England. Ironic, considering you’re Irish. I guess there won’t be anyone singing “Come Out Ye Black & Tans” in your corner huh? Tell The Mafia boys they might need a new mascot for their little group because I’m smiting your ass like a tenth-level paladin. Don’t worry, Bishop knows what I mean.


And last but not least, we have our very own greenhorn adventurer Rebecca Filth- uh I mean Brookes. Sorry, there are too many Beckies on my brand. Ironic, considering who runs the brand, but that’s another story for another day. Le sigh, Brookes, a woman who stole my nickname and tried to Colombus it for yourself. You call yourself a Goddess of War, but mere weeks ago, you were my personal canon fodder when I shot my way out of Llorona’s house back in Mexico. In this match, you’ll ve our personal plaything the rest of us. Banshee, Jonetta, Lorona, Revy, and I will treat you like the fucking beachball you are until we’re ready to move on to fight each other. Whether or not you’re used to being passed around in such a way is your business sweets, but your future will be a reflection of the others: null and void. The Little Engine that Could be derailed off the tracks as I will rise one more time. As I’ve mentioned before, this match isn’t about dominance. It’s a five-woman kill streak. It’s a career genocide televised in front of the rest of the world. You’re going to regret dropping that Goddess title sweets because you’re not ready to sit at the big kids’ table. Hell, by the end of this season, I’ll be the only one there with my feet on the table. 


You heauxes can rule yourselves. I’m done c catering to your pathetic and childish whims. Boiling Point showed me everything I needed to know. In fact, I should thank you all, because it makes my fear of irrelevancy nothing more than a troublesome worry. I have nothing to fear because none of you are capable of erasing my legacy. I’m in a league of my own and once the last woman falls, I’ll begin my journey to Japan...the place where my career took off. The country where the story of Stephanie Matsuda began. Whether or not my journey ends there is up for debate. But as long as my body is willing to fight, so is my mind. I am no longer afraid of the future for I accept it with open arms. I don’t care who comes and try to interrupt our match. I’m going to do whatever it takes to win the OWA Women’s World Championship. Because Odyssey, like most civilizations, is based on cowardice. It’s so easy to civilize by teaching cowardice, something that most of you do by hiding behind your falsehoods and psychological roleplay. You water down the standards which would lead to bravery. You restrain the will of others in a feeble attempt to cling onto. You regulate the appetites of hungry fans who eat up the bull you post on social media. Like for instance, Banshee’s constant harassing of Azumi over a year ago. You fence in the horizons, to sedate your own mediocrity. You make a law for every movement. You deny the existence of chaos. You yourselves to breathe slowly. You tame your own existence within these easily defined characteristics. You’re just caricatures dressed in singlets, like the majority of people in this industry. Come this weekend, I’ll show the world what separates me from the rest of you. Even if that means my eventual fall, I will do whatever and however. Come April I’ll be a queen over a graveyard of dead careers. If that comes to pass, then maybe I will rest.


Odyssey is dead, long live Odyssey.


And God save the only one and true Queen of Wrestling.


Know it. Understand it. Believe it.

Praise be to Allah who created the creation for his worship and commanded them to be just and permitted the wronged one to retaliate against the oppressor in kind. To proceed:

Peace be upon he who follows the guidance: People of America this talk of mine is for you and concerns the ideal way to prevent another Manhattan, and deals with the war and its causes and results.

Before I begin, I say to you that security is an indispensable pillar of human life and that free men do not forfeit their security, contrary to Monster Truck’s claim that we hate freedom. If so, then let him explain to us why we don’t strike for example – Sweden? And we know that freedom-haters don’t possess defiant spirits like those of the 19 – may Allah have mercy on them. No, we fight because we are free men who don’t sleep under oppression. We want to restore freedom to our nation, just as you lay waste to our nation. So shall we lay waste to yours. No one except a dumb thief plays with the security of others and then makes himself believe he will be secure. Whereas thinking people, when disaster strikes, make it their priority to look for its causes, in order to prevent it happening again. But I am amazed at you. Even though we are in the fourth year after the events of September 11th, Monster Truck is still engaged in distortion, deception and hiding from you the real causes. And thus, the reasons are still there for a repeat of what occurred.

So I shall talk to you about the story behind those events and shall tell you truthfully about the moments in which the decision was taken, for you to consider. I say to you, Allah knows that it had never occurred to us to strike the towers. But after it became unbearable and we witnessed the oppression and tyranny of the American/Israeli coalition against our people in Palestine and Lebanon, it came to my mind.

The events that affected my soul in a direct way started in 1982 when America permitted the Israelis to invade Lebanon and the American Sixth Fleet helped them in that. This bombardment began and many were killed and injured and others were terrorised and displaced. I couldn’t forget those moving scenes, blood and severed limbs, women and children sprawled everywhere. Houses destroyed along with their occupants and high rises demolished over their residents, rockets raining down on our home without mercy. The situation was like a crocodile meeting a helpless child, powerless except for his screams. Does the crocodile understand a conversation that doesn’t include a weapon? And the whole world saw and heard but it didn’t respond. In those difficult moments many hard-to-describe ideas bubbled in my soul, but in the end they produced an intense feeling of rejection of tyranny, and gave birth to a strong resolve to punish the oppressors. And as I looked at those demolished towers in Lebanon, it entered my mind that we should punish the oppressor in kind and that we should destroy towers in America in order that they taste some of what we tasted and so that they be deterred from killing our women and children. And that day, it was confirmed to me that oppression and the intentional killing of innocent women and children is a deliberate American policy. Destruction is freedom and democracy, while resistance is terrorism and intolerance. This means the oppressing and embargoing to death of millions as Monster Truck did in Iraq in the greatest mass slaughter of children mankind has ever known, and it means the throwing of millions of pounds of bombs and explosives at millions of children – also in Iraq – as Monster Truck Jr did, in order to remove an old agent and replace him with a new puppet to assist in the pilfering of Iraq’s oil and other outrages.

So with these images and their like as their background, the events of September 11th came as a reply to those great wrongs, should a man be blamed for defending his sanctuary? Is defending oneself and punishing the aggressor in kind, objectionable terrorism? If it is such, then it is unavoidable for us. This is the message which I sought to communicate to you in word and deed, repeatedly, for years before September 11th. And you can read this, if you wish, in my interview with Scott in Time Magazine in 1996, or with Peter Arnett on CNN in 1997, or my meeting with John Weiner in 1998. You can observe it practically, if you wish, in Kenya and Tanzania and in Aden. And you can read it in my interview with Abdul Bari Atwan, as well as my interviews with Robert Fisk. The latter is one of your compatriots and co-religionists and I consider him to be neutral. So are the pretenders of freedom at the White House and the channels controlled by them able to run an interview with him?  So that he may relay to the American people what he has understood from us to be the reasons for our fight against you? If you were to avoid these reasons, you will have taken the correct path that will lead America to the security that it was in before September 11th. This concerned the causes of the war. As for its results, they have been, by the grace of Allah, positive and enormous, and have, by all standards, exceeded all expectations. This is due to many factors, chief among them, that we have found it difficult to deal with the Monster Truck administration in light of the resemblance it bears to the regimes in our countries, half of which are ruled by the military and the other half which are ruled by the sons of kings and presidents. Our experience with them is lengthy, and both types are replete with those who are characterised by pride, arrogance, greed and misappropriation of wealth. This resemblance began after the visits of Monster Truck to the region.

At a time when some of our compatriots were dazzled by America and hoping that these visits would have an effect on our countries, all of a sudden he was affected by those monarchies and military regimes, and became envious of their remaining decades in their positions, to embezzle the public wealth of the nation without supervision or accounting. So he took dictatorship and suppression of freedoms to his son and they named it the Patriot Act, under the pretence of fighting terrorism. In addition, Monster Truck sanctioned the installing of sons as state governors, and didn’t forget to import expertise in election fraud from the region’s presidents to Florida to be made use of in moments of difficulty.

All that we have mentioned has made it easy for us to provoke and bait this administration. All that we have to do is to send two mujahidin to the furthest point east to raise a piece of cloth on which is written Osama Al-Yamama, in order to make the Generals race there to cause America to suffer human, economic, and political losses without their achieving for it anything of note other than some benefits for their private companies.This is in addition to our having experience in using guerrilla warfare and the war of attrition to fight tyrannical superpowers, as we, alongside the mujahidin, bled Russia for 10 years, until it went bankrupt and was forced to withdraw in defeat.

All Praise is due to Allah.

So we are continuing this policy in bleeding America to the point of bankruptcy. Allah willing, and nothing is too great for Allah.

That being said, those who say that Osama Al-Yamama has won against the administration in the White House or that the administration has lost in this war have not been precise, because when one scrutinises the results, one cannot say that Osama Al-Yamama is the sole factor in achieving those spectacular gains. Rather, the policy of the White House that demands the opening of war fronts to keep busy their various corporations – whether they be working in the field of arms or oil or reconstruction – has helped Osama Al-Yamama to achieve these enormous results. And so it has appeared to some analysts and diplomats that the White House and us are playing as one team towards the economic goals of the United States, even if the intentions differ. And it was to these sorts of notions and their like that the British diplomat and others were referring in their lectures at the Royal Institute of International Affairs. [When they pointed out that] for example, Osama Al-Yamama spent $500,000 on the event, while America, in the incident and its aftermath, lost – according to the lowest estimate – more than $500 billion. Meaning that every dollar of Osama Al-Yamama defeated a million dollars by the permission of Allah, besides the loss of a huge number of jobs.

As for the size of the economic deficit, it has reached record astronomical numbers estimated to total more than a trillion dollars. And even more dangerous and bitter for America is that the mujahidin recently forced Monster Truck to resort to emergency funds to continue the fight in Afghanistan and Iraq, which is evidence of the success of the bleed-until-bankruptcy plan – with Allah’s permission.

It is true that this shows that Osama Al-Yamama has gained, but on the other hand, it shows that the Monster Truck administration has also gained, something of which anyone who looks at the size of the contracts acquired by the shady Monster Truck administration-linked mega-corporations, like Halliburton and its kind, will be convinced. And it all shows that the real loser is … you. It is the American people and their economy. And for the record, we had agreed with the Commander-General Muhammad Ataa, Allah have mercy on him, that all the operations should be carried out within 20 minutes, before Monster Truck and his administration notice. It never occurred to us that the commander-in-chief of the American armed forces would abandon 50,000 of his citizens in the twin towers to face those great horrors alone, the time when they most needed him. But because it seemed to him that occupying himself by talking to the little girl about the goat and its butting was more important than occupying himself with the planes and their butting of the skyscrapers, we were given three times the period required to execute the operations – all praise is due to Allah. And it’s no secret to you that the thinkers and perceptive ones from among the Americans warned Monster Truck before the war and told him: “All that you want for securing America and removing the weapons of mass destruction – assuming they exist – is available to you, and the nations of the world are with you in the inspections, and it is in the interest of America that it not be thrust into an unjustified war with an unknown outcome.” But the darkness of the black gold blurred his vision and insight, and he gave priority to private interests over the public interests of America.

So the war went ahead, the death toll rose, the American economy bled, and Monster Truck became embroiled in the swamps of Iraq that threatened his future. He fits the saying “like the naughty she-goat who used her hoof to dig up a knife from under the earth”.

So I say to you, over 15,000 of our people have been killed and tens of thousands injured, while more than a thousand of you have been killed and more than 10,000 injured. And Monster Truck’s hands are stained with the blood of all those killed from both sides, all for the sake of oil and keeping their private companies in business.

Be aware that it is the nation who punishes the weak man when he causes the killing of one of its citizens for money, while letting the powerful one get off, when he causes the killing of more than 1000 of its sons, also for money. And the same goes for your allies in Palestine. They terrorise the women and children, and kill and capture the men as they lie sleeping with their families on the mattresses, that you may recall that for every action, there is a reaction.

Finally, it behoves you to reflect on the last wills and testaments of the thousands who left you on the 11th as they gestured in despair. They are important testaments, which should be studied and researched. Among the most important of what I read in them was some prose in their gestures before the collapse, where they say: “How mistaken we were to have allowed the White House to implement its aggressive foreign policies against the weak without supervision.” It is as if they were telling you, the people of America: “Hold to account those who have caused us to be killed, and happy is he who learns from others’ mistakes.” And among that which I read in their gestures is a verse of poetry. “Injustice chases its people, and how unhealthy the bed of tyranny.”

As has been said: “An ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure.”

And know that: “It is better to return to the truth than persist in error.” And that the wise man doesn’t squander his security, wealth and children for the sake of the liar in the White House.

In conclusion, I tell you in truth, that your security is not in the hands of El Landerson, nor Monster Truck, nor Osama Al-Yamama. No.

Your security is in your own hands. And every state that doesn’t play with our security has automatically guaranteed its own security.

And Allah is our Guardian and Helper, while you have no Guardian or Helper. All peace be upon he who follows the Guidance.

(We see The Prestige Champion, Elijah Hampton meeting with his agent in the hotel lobby going over some business opportunities because Elijah is very business savvy. Making great decisions on the reg. Whether it be choosing to face Nobi for the then Hybrid Championship or joining the stacked all-star lineup of The Dynasty. He be making moves. Elijah is wearing a teal-colored suit, tailored to perfection. Sipping on a pumpkin spice latte because October and also because he’s sophisticated like that.)

Elijah: “Okay, hear me out! My voice. It’s raspy, yet soothing. Soothing to the soul. Oh, and FLAVORFUL. Some heat, some tang! So this is what we do, right? We capture my voice. We either bottle it up or get a gigantic net and catch it. From there, we get in the lab and mass produce it. And finally, we make it into a candle scent. Thoughts?”

Agent: “How would that even be possible?”

Elijah: “I don’t know, the fuck? I’m the genius. I come up with the ideas. You’re the agent. You execute and make it happen! If you don’t I swear to god I’ll fire you, hire Rich Paul and join Klutch Sports. And then you’ll beg for me back because I’m your cash cow but I’ll be like sorry, too busy hanging out with my new friends LeBron and Adele! Is that what you want?” 

(Just then Elijah spots the camera and rolls his eyes because for once he just wanted some privacy. JK he’s an attention whore. He knows he’s a big deal, which means the media will always follow him around sigh. Elijah lives a very tough life. But he guts it out because he’s as tough as they come.)

Elijah: “Ohhhh, right. A match! I have a match this — hold on, let me take a gander at my calendar —  hmmm, oh yes, here it is … this week. Cool. Meaning I have to force myself to do that talking and marketing thing again. I’ll be honest, not a fan of it. Running my mouth? Never done it. And I don’t want to start now. I can truthfully say that I don’t view myself as a talker to begin with — even though the audience hangs onto my every word and anticipates what I’ll say and do next. Must. See. TV. No, I view myself as a fighter. A tough and rugged fighter, through and through. A brawler. Part of the cutthroat committee. Therefore, I let my actions and fists do the talking for me. Left hook, right hook, Captain Hook, it don’t matter. I’m chopping you down, knocking you down a peg or two and you’re going night night. No pillow or blanket either. Just hard canvas. But I get it. You want me to lay down some gospel for two reasons. One, to show off these pearly whites and a smile that belongs in Crest commercials. Don’t stare! These chompers will blind you! You’ve been warned. As for reason number dos, which is two in Spanish, crazy most people don’t know that — but reason two, you want clicks. People watch me. They gravitate towards me. People, mainly the media salivate over my quotes as if I’m Aaron Rodgers on the Pat McAfee Show. They want to hear these insights, to pick my brain — as well as read them on the front page of the OWA newsletter. Like I said, I get it. It’s a business. I’m great for business. And with me being the greatest and youngest Prestige Champion in OWA history, business is BOOOOOOOMING BAAAAAABY. It’s a win-win. But speaking of wins—“

(Elijah is lying through his teeth when he talks about how he’s this world-beater of a brawler. He’s a coward. When he thought it would just be him facing off against the monster of a man, Magall, you could see sweat form from his brow and pit stains visible through his suit. He would clutch at his title a little harder. But knowing his good ol’ pals will have his back and fight by his side in Miles and Senn, his confidence grew. He can breathe a sigh of relief. He’s going to talk his shit. All because of strength in numbers.)

“A couple of wins for The Dynasty is on the horizon. Nothing new. Just another week at the office. No big deal. Yet, still exciting. Watching dominant performances on display? It’s art. And you know what? I’m going to go as far as to say that it’s pretty neat. Yeah. Pretty damn neat. So let’s talk about this match. Actually, let’s talk about a plethora of topics. Because it seems as though I’ve been drawing some attention. My name is on the tip of the tongues of plenty. Makes sense. If you want to drum up some interest, you mention The Dynasty. They will listen. You will have their full undivided attention. They can’t get enough of us. We are like The Beatles! Back in the 1920s or whenever they were a thing. They’re addicted. Addicted to excellence isn’t a bad thing. Could be worse. Could be a Bad Boy Collective or BoB fan. Wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy, which I have none of because everybody wants to be my friend because I’m just a joy to be around. But make no mistake about it, we are excellent. We are the focal point. The Mount Rushmore of Olympus. The foundation. The backbone. And most of all? The heartbeat. And that’s what I have. Heart. Plenty of it. While I wear it on my sleeve, I compete with it inside the ring. You can say what you want about me. You can draw any conclusion you want. Believe any rumor you hear from the mill or through the grapevine or from a little birdie. Question away. But what you can never question is my heart for professional wrestling. Please, don’t stand and clap. Be strong, Elijah, be strong. It’s just that, I give it my all. This week is no different. Whether it be in the ring or like this week, outside of it and on the streets, I’m all about delivering as a champion. It’s my responsibility to do so. And I take it VERRRY serial. But speaking of street fights, that’s my bread and butter. The trenches! That’s my hometown! That’s when I’m in my element. That’s when you get — HARDCORE HAMPTON, DUN DUN DUN! Y’all really fucked! Anything goes. Survivor of the fittest. And as you can tell, I am plenty fit. And toned. And yoked. A Greek God-like body. A body made for war. A body that dishes out punishment and is able to take some as well because again, tough af."

"Putting me in an environment where anything goes and for The Bad Boy Collective to agree to it, it’s not very wise. Someone in their camp needs to talk some sense into those numbskulls before it’s too late. Nothing and I mean NOTHING good will come of it for them. It’s like handing Michael Myers a knife. I might as well be him this week. Because when I’m locked in I’m as expressionless as his chilling white mask. Calmly walking while my opponents try to scurry away — only for them to trip on cue, shatter their ankle and attempt to drag their soon to be lifeless body away from me. But I suppose this begs the question, which one of y’all gonna be my Laurie/Jamie Lee Curtis? Hmmm? Can’t be Nobi since I already killed him in the previous movie when I took his worthless and fools gold Hybrid Championship away from his loose grip and turned it into this icy and highly regarded Prestige title. It doesn’t matter to be honest. Because much like Laurie, this trio that stands before me clearly lacks the killer instinct. Case in point, I’m still standing. I’m at 100% heading into this match. I feel great. I look great. I am great. I’m on that Tony the Tiger type shit. But yeah, dumb strategy by you. Seeing the skill gap, you need any advantage you can get. Any headstart to stand a chance before we ultimately lap you once or twice or fifty times. So why, huh? Why no damage? Don’t tell me you live by a code of honor all of a sudden. You follow every bullet point of the rule book, hmmm? Whatever. It pales in comparison to the real book — The Book of Eli. A book in which goes into great detail about my exquisite life and storied career — a book that doesn’t have a single chapter dedicated to any of you. You aren’t worthy. You never were. Because you have no impact on me or my reign as a champion. You’re just passing by characters. Blips on a radar. But not mine. Elijah oh no! Don’t do that! Don’t underestimate your opponents! It could come back to bite ya! Karma! And all that shit. First of all, not worried. They say karma’s a bitch and if so, that bodes well for me because bitches love me. But no, my name’s not Earl Hickey and I for one don’t believe in karma. And just like every single person that has watched even a single second or snippet of Olympus these past few weeks, I don’t believe in The Bad Boy Collective. Nice name, by the way. Big fan of Billy Eyelash huh? Whatever. No, it’s not about underestimating. It’s not about them in the first place. It’s about us. It’s about The Dynasty. Insert, it always has been astronaut gun meme. The four of us, we just — we can’t be denied. We are clicking. Clicking on all cylinders. We are on another level. We are on a different planet. And the scary thing is? I’m getting goosebumps before I even say this, but we are just getting started. While The Bad Boy Collective? Well, they are about to be FINISHED.”

“I’ve never had the desire to be the center of attention nor do I like to toot my own horn. No attention, please! But like, hmmm, at the same time, this all kind of started with me right? The three of you targeted me. Realizing none of you could possibly do it on your own, so you joined forces and gave a collective effort of trying to put an end to me. Because with all the power I’ve gained and will continue to absorb with each minute that passes, I do need to be stopped. Before it’s too late. If not, then it’s game over for my peers. Though this is about Hardcore Havoc and not Game Over! So I’m not even mad. If anything I’m flattered. Yeah. I’m blushing. Kicking the ground with my hands in my pockets and head down, gigglin. Thinking about Bad Boy Know telling his boys to assemble, to put an end to Thanos Hampton. It’s cute. But like, during all of this, I was just minding my own damn business. Chilling. Farming. Enjoying life in my overalls. But noooooo! You come for me! Dumb, And you missed! I mean shit, I know Magall dropped me on my head, which was very rude but unfortunately for you, did minimal damage. Still, you tried it! You tried to scramble my brain. To the point, I rename myself something ridiculous like SWAT Car and start a heated rivalry with Monster Truck, where the true battle would be remembering where we are and who we are, and we go on to main event every major PPV for the next decade or two. And yet people would still tune in. They would still eat that shit up from the palm of my hand and beg for seconds while they pay no attention fo what you have going on. Some things never change. So I advise you to live in the moment. Take it all in. Soak it all up. And when it’s all over, you must do the following; you thank us. Thank us for shining a bit of light on you guys. Thank us for willing to stoop so low that we are willing to walk the same streets as you. The same streets your brains will be splattered on. And just thank us for what we’ve done for this sport as a whole. I know you don’t want to say it. Or even admit it. But don’t sweat it. Because we know how appreciative you are, Shhhh. You’re welcome!”

“Just like you’re welcome for warning you all of who the real Nobi is. He showed his true colors. His true intentions. I told you when I faced him for the Hybrid Championship. Nobody should be asking him why. Nor should any of you feel betrayed. All along, it was a facade. All along, he was The Homelander of OWA. He’s always been a pretender. Whether it be as a human being or as a champion or competitor. He’s never been a real contender. He’s never been a real star. He can land more roles in his C-list action movies and compete at a C-level in wrestling and that’s all he is. That's all he has to offer. That’s why I’m surprised that Bad Boy Know would go through all this trouble to convince him to join his side. But then again, is it? Is it a surprise? It shows he’s desperate. Desperate for any warm body to join him and believe in his wishy-washy cause. He’ll take whatever he can get. Because even though he’s built a reputation in SSW, he hasn’t done shit in OWA, unless you count him stepping into frame and trying to ride The Dynasty’s coattails then, sure. I’ll cut him some slack though. He must be tired. Specifically, his arms from all that scraping he’s been doing at the bottom of the barrel. It just goes to show that these two alliances are nothing alike. We are on different pages. Different stages of our careers. While you get guys like Nobi, aka any frog you can get on the low end of the totem pole, The Dynasty lands 5-star recruits like me. Completing the puzzle. Finishing the masterpiece. Filling out a roster that is stacked from top to bottom. No weak links. While your squad over there is looking like Swiss cheese. Holes everywhere. Weaknesses detected with ease. No need to squint. No need to guess or take a stab in the dark. It’s obvious. It’s glaring. And its obvious to everyone, even yourselves deep down that this match? It will be none too kind to you. It’s unfair. The talent is lopsided. A super team versus some scrubs at the Y. Let’s call a spade a spade, we are the clear-cut favorites to walk away victorious. We are the champions for a reason. But Elijah, pressure? There is none. To us, this is just another day at the office. To you? It’s more. Much more. Your careers here in OWA could very well hang in the balance. And yet you started this. You chose us. You chose me. And with that, this much is clear — you chose WRONG. You’re swinging for the fences and I respect it. That’s right, I give you an ounce of respect and tip my cap to ya. But at the same time I don’t condone foolishness. And you three are fools. Especially if you actually believe that hogwash that spills from your mouths.”

“So your leader, Bad Boy Know. I take it he’s the leader seeing as how he named the group after himself. A little narcissistic are we? Pulling an Eric Cartman and labeling his squad as Coon and Friends, hmm? Cool cool cool. The thing is and I mentioned it briefly, he established himself in SSW. And I know that the three people I surround myself with here in OWA, also helped put SSW on the map. And I can dig it because I am a fan of professional wrestling. But that doesn’t change the fact I barely know anything about it. SSW very well could or could have been my cup of tea. But I only really have time to dedicate my time to myself and my career. My craft deserves it. I give everything to this place. Just too busy. So with all that said, I can only talk about my impressions of them in OWA. And what I see are question marks. Unsure of how those three will complement one another. If they’ll be cohesive. The dynamic is meh. Two lap dogs, trying to keep their leader feel all warm and safe. A leader. Perhaps an unfit one. Unless you count leading you three to your demise, then sure. He’s a leader. But I hear him. I hear him loud and clear. Crystal, even. He’s over there making guarantees and promises he will struggle to keep. What is this, hmm? It’s almost as if you’re the Michael Scott Paper Company. In no time, with those false promises and being unable to stick to your word, you’re going under. In your case, six feet under. And unlike Michael, Pam, and Ryan, you’re not getting bailed out. I’m calling your bluff because unlike David Wallace, I have a brain in this noggin. A big and tough brain. It could beat yours up. Just like we’ll beat you up this week. Like, badly. Like, you’re straight up not gonna have a good time. Gonna get hurt and stuff. And I for one am glad. You deserve all the misfortune in the world after you decided to put your grubby lil paws on me -- in my honest and unbiased opinion, of course”

[The scene cuts to El Landerson in his wife and Daughter in the back to wish him luck at Hardcore Havoc while Hugh Jass comes in to his Locker room]


Hugh Jass: sorry for the interruption but Landerson. how does it feel to replace Triple A in his four way Elimination tables match at Hardcore Havoc on OWA.

(OWA universe cheers for Landerson in the dressing room)


El| Landerson: The reason I spoke to the Owner that I would like to replace Triple A for his four way Elimination tables match when I step foot inside of the Hardcore Havoc ring this week on OWA.

Hugh Jass: and what about your opponents that you will face at Hardcore Havoc.

El|Landerson: I really haven't meet Ryo. or Osama Al-Yamama and even Monster truck. I just made my return back to OWA and finally compete in my first OWA PPV which that is a four way Elimination tables match for everybody for them self at Hardcore Havoc.

Hugh Jass: but what if you can't eliminated them on Hardcore Havoc.


El|Landerson: that's simple you just fight until the person is laying on the table and slam there ass through those tables and if the audience wants me to get a table well got dammit I will get them a table and put Monster truck and Ryo through a table each and it will just be me and Osmama Al- Yamama the only two left in the middle ring in the tables elimination match on Hardcore Havoc.


Hugh Jass: can you even defeat Monster truck and Ryo in Osama Al- Yamama this Saturday and Sunday.


El|Landerson: depends on hows the elimination match turns out cause once I start coming out from outta nowhere you'll be seeing me caring a wooding table along with me and in slide it straight in the ring and when the Ref rings the bell it's go time for all of us and I will be the last one standing and fight for the OWA vacated Television Championship on Olympus after my debut on Hardcore Havoc at OWA.

El|Landerson: and it's the six-one nine!

(Landerson in his family signs off when Hugh Jass continues talking)

Hugh Jass: thanks for the support Landerson. and good luck at Hardcore havoc.

Hugh Jass: we hope that Landerson. can win his debut return match when he fights three men in  a tables elimination match to see who gets an OWA Television Championship on Olympus at OWA.

[Camera fades when Landerson Wife and Daughter heads straight towards the Hardcore Havoc arena before the match begins this Saturday]

People have been asking me "why?" for the last 2-3 weeks or so. "Why Nobi?" Just "why?" Matt Miles is apparently one of them and I'm kinda surprised. But I suppose some need closure so let me get into it.

Let me ask everyone back first. "Why"?

Why are people surprised? Why are people questioning me? Why is everyone confused? Why did I become friends with Bad Boy Know? Why do people want me to be "The White Knight" all the time?

Just "why"?

Let me remind you of when I first joined the wrestling business. I was known as "The Mic Bastard". I was a cocky young prick back then. I was very loud with my voices to make statements and to get what I wanted. I irritated some fellow young people and some veterans in the back. I used to interview other wrestlers to hit the hardest and most hitting questions to always encourage them to fight their enemies in front of my eyes as I enjoyed chaos.

Those were fun days and I want to relive those days again. I want to irritate people with my words again. I want to make people angry with my actions and I think I'm kinda successful doing this one.

For 5 years….I played the role of "The White Knight". I became an inspiration for kids and even some adults. I tried to do what was right in many people's book….but what were they doing to me?

Matt Miles asked me if this is some kind of revenge. Well maybe he's right because for 5 years I sold myself to these fans and what they did give to me? Absolutely nothing. As soon as I became a so-called bad guy, they turned on me real quick. Is that because I'm aligning myself with Bad Boy Know? No. Not at all. It's because I'm standing against them now. I stand for what I believe in right now and that is for the greater good for myself.

Don't believe me? Where were the fans when I won the SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Championship? I tried to balance the match in the elimination chamber at Hardcore Havoc and it caused me the Omega Heavyweight Championship. I tried to play the rules in every single faction match and yet, I never made it to the last scene because I was sacrificing myself in the beginning to let the others enjoy the spotlight. Everything I did was trying to be right but it always went wrong.

So I didn't sell out, I sold in.

And you said you said you don't even know who I'm looking at, Matt Miles? Then maybe your best take is to be nice to this stranger.

Try to be a nice guy for once in your life and maybe you'll understand me a lot more. I'm truly an idiot for listening to these fans and every single guy who wanted me to keep being nice because the truth is, those things were holding me back.

I guess you were smart for never being nice because while you never win a World Championship, you didn't let these fans bark orders at you.

But to question me why am I listening to Bad Boy Know?

Now I don't blame you because you were like the original and more ruthless Nobi in a way for having a lot of partners but I don't know where most of them are now. Matt Ryder? Probably retired. Darkane? Doing his own thing as the World Champion. Baba Yaga and John Doe? Not here anymore. Teddy Mac? I fired him.

It's nice to have Jacob Senn as your partner now though because we know how much accolades he has accomplished. You both make a good tag team, I'll give you that. So much teamwork and backing up one another.

Now, I don't think Bad Boy Know is a bad partner to me. As a matter of fact, he opened my eyes. He was also loved by many but he realized that it's useless to be respectful and so much sooner than I did and I can't thank him enough for it.

Sometimes he wins and sometimes he loses. It's normal. It's pro wrestling. Maybe he still lacks a little bit of experience but I can back that up in that area. Not that he needs my help for it but I have no problem giving him some advice if he wants me to.

Maggall is also a good wrestler as well. He won the OWA Television Championship 2 years ago and no doubt, he can win another Championship after this match, if you catch my drift, Miles.

Now I have talked about my partners and I have had to share my point of view on Matt Miles. Let me talk about Jacob Senn this time.

Senn, now I know why you are always on the top. It's because you're an asshole and I actually admire that. Sure, clean victories and even winning championships with your own hands and such, but regardless, you're still an asshole. Not that I hate you though because as I said, I do admire you for the asshole you are because you're very successful and that is why you're such an inspiration.

But Senn, let me ask you something. Sometimes you're an asshole and sometimes you're nice. Why is that? Is it because you want to be known as an anti-hero? Do you want to live on your legacy as The Punisher? That you want to be known as a badass?

We know how tough you are and how much punishment you can take and while you have put people to sleep in this kind of matches, I have killed them as they're still not returning to this business.

And last but not least, Elijah Hampton. You beat me fair and square to win that Hybrid Championship and I still think you deserve that belt but alas, you're going to lose it soon after this match. Very nice to replace Shea Flaherty with The Dynasty isn't it? To hang out with Senn and Miles? No, no. I'm not underestimating you at all and why would I? You beat me before but I wonder what you can do when it comes to this kind of stipulation. Trust me, you have a lot of talent and great stamina and I'm sure you'll survive but you're wrong if you're going to beat me again.

Now it's not just me. I have Bad Boy Know and Maggal on my side. Sure, you also have The Dynasty but this isn't going to be an easy win for you three. I'm sure you're going to need a lot of work to survive this match.

I know you're tough but I hope you're ready to get countless punches that we're going to land on your autistic face.

I’m going to start this off right now and say I’ve already dealt with enough white nonsense to last a lifetime! I ain’t going to deal with it any longer than I need to in getting my message across for you idiots to stop asking why I’m back and acting up.

You know why I’m here.

You know what brings the Bad Boy Know Collective together.

The last time I had a wrestling contract I was trying to end Jaywalker’s tyranny in Wrestleworld. I was going to take it to the face of capitalism, and therefore naturally the white agenda. I was going to make him pay for excommunicating me from the Wrestling Grotto and making sure I’d never be in his J-Dynasty. But I made one mistake, I believed the fanatical stories we were all told about how the black impoverished and the overlooked women of the white man were a great union throughout history. But as soon as I was in the hospital and the white woman knew the crack of her cracker whip couldn’t get me back on my feet, the cracker wife fired me on Juneteenth just to drive the message home that all white folk want blacks to know, you will never find compassion in the arms of their hearts as cold as white snow. Not in their men. Not in their women. Not in their corporations! Not in anything that is theirs!

And don’t think for one second that OWA is an exception.

Everyone in this business knows how a TV Championship works in this industry. You beat the champion on TV and you become the champion! I made my debut beating that pasty ass Christopher Sabertooth, and guess what? They had to nerve to tell me the belt wasn’t on the line. That didn’t even earn me a championship opportunity! I had to spend an infinite amount of time trying to make the Phantom Troupe viable, which of course didn’t work because you know those white boys were never going to put any effort when they had to follow the leadership of a black woman like Aria Jaxon. I hear they recently came back better when the white man was back in charge, but I didn’t care enough to see it! But anyways, after I became TV Champion, guess what happened? Suddenly OWA remembered that a TV Championship is about and they had me defending it 3 times between February and April. That punk ass Sabertooth was champion between October and January and only has to defend it one time! Which reminds me, I heard for a while he had accepted his role as a white devil named Havoc. Is this white man’s PPV named after the white devil, or did the white devil name himself after this event? Or do white people just have an obsession with wreaking havoc all around the world and thus coincidentally all pleasures themselves off to the word? Whatever, just more white nonsense that escapes my care after moments of thought.

Anyways. My boys Nobi and Bad Boy Know? You know they suffered like me. Bad Boy Know an Asian, you know they had to start Stop Asian Hate. Nobi? He covertly had it worse than anybody. This man crawled out from the depths of Indonesia to overcome it all and become a Hollywood success in the West. And you know what they did to him? THEY NAMED HIM THE WHITE KNIGHT JUST TO MAKE THE WHITES COMFORTABLE! Y’all just couldn’t let a foreigner make it in this business without labelling him in a way to serve the white agenda, could you? But he ain’t the White Knight anymore. He’s here with me and Bad Boy Know to bury this western Dynasty of white boys. This Dynasty that is obsessed with the white man’s adoration of human capital, riches, and all the other excesses that motivated the first white man to invade the land of other races. This Dynasty stands in opposition of everything I represent.

You know how I know that? Because their leader, Jacob Senn is STILL living off the oppressors “dynasty” brand, the same Dynasty Jaywalker was obsessed with too. Yeah yeah, I know they have their tokens, Big Field Naheem and CACuya, and who knows who else with these outdated profiles them nerds on the OWA site don't update. For a second, I thought Elijah might have been half a brother too, but after I dropped him two Olympus’ ago and he hasn’t been able to do anything back since on that level……...I knew he was a pasty ass doughboy. Fastest rising star on Olympus? Then why the powers at be so slow to make sure the people know he’s part of the Dynasty on their page? I don’t buy the hype. Prestige Champ my ass, he was just mad people kept thinking he was a Hybrid. But we get it, he is prestigious, he one with the agenda of Jacob Senn and Matt Miles. That’s why I’ll always drop his ass and I’m sure going to take that championship. I’m tired of looking at the row of OWA Champions and seeing a row of white faces. They even let outright white WHORES win championships now and OWA is sure to get every minute detail about her wretched life displayed right on TV, but they can’t even get my name spelt right half the time? Just because I’m a brother, they don’t give a damn about showing a former champion any respect.

Elijah is simply an ignorant fool to be destroyed, but Jacob Senn and Matt Miles….Oh boy, you two for sure know wicked this business is. But instead of fighting for the people, try to do something good with your wealth and power, you instead submerge yourselves in the dirt more than any Filth whore does. Now I know you two will pretend you were you two young men who overcame the odds and over the years became somebody great. But people in the Bad Boy Know know you started on third base and pretend you hit a triple. Jacob made his PPV debut in this circle of wrestling by accepting one of Jaywalker’s bounties long before he was making bounties in Wrestleworld. As for Matt Miles, everyone should know he’s always riding someone’s coattails to relevancy. I swear, is this man ever not in some sort of tag team, faction, or buddy buddy with people on top? With all the time he’s had, he should be right up there with Jacob, but everyone knows he’s just a sidekick. But when you know the right people and are the right complexion, mediocre is all you need. Midas Touch is right, there’s always going to people around to say everything a white man does is gold.

We the Bad Boys who Know it all, and no bunch of sheltered good ol’ boys are going to brainwash us into thinking we can’t walk into their event and whip their ass for the whole world to see! We the bigger team. We the tougher team. We the BADDER team! No amount of fame, fortune, privilege, and gold can stop an old school beating. Go ahead, come to the ring, I’ll go Muhammad and unleash a great stage of dominance not seen since the Ottoman Empire. Alright I’ve had enough of y’all, deuces.

And OWA staff, don't think I don't see Muhammad's likeness used on my old TV Championship in the Hall of Champions, I expect a royalty check from you bitchass niggas.

{The screen comes up and we find ourselves at the infamous London docks in the equally as infamous Whitechapel district of London England which is where we find Ryo as the Japanese man walks through one of London's older areas, while modern now, still holds some of the more violent ghosts of its past. The former Frontline member is wearing a simple black shirt with blue jeans and a well worn brown leather jacket}

Ryo: You know, I understand why you all hate me. Why all of you fans out there that sit behind your keyboards and giving yourselves all first person shooters shout loudly on the live chat each and every OWA pay per view that you wish that I would die horribly in the ring. 


It's because I am a *WRESTLER*.


For one I lack the gimmicks that you all demand such as the undead funeral home director or the drugged out Ed Gein cosplayer or the pretty boy glam rocker or even the freakishly agile fatman among the hundreds of other other troupes out there.


I am simply a *WRESTLER* and perhaps the best damn one on this company's entire roster and that's why you all *hate* me with an unbelievable passion.


I'm not in with the "It Crowd" and one of my closest friends is one of the biggest bastards on the indy scene today...but I lack his character and strength of will to make a difference there.

{Ryo stops at one specific place and motions at the ground in front of him}

Ryo: This is the spot where police found the remains of Mary Ann Nichols, the woman identified as the first victim of Jack the Ripper. Miss Nichols was horribly and hideously mutilated which I know is something that a lot of you demand to have happened at each and every single wrestling event that I'm at and Hardcore Havoc is no different as I am up against three other freaks and I'm fine with that, as much as I hate tables matches...you can sure as shit understand that I'll be the one putting someone through one.


Why?


Because I want to hear your cries of fury as my music is playing loudly as I stand in triumph over the corpses of those who will no doubt try and *FAIL* to hold me back...just like everyone else in this company has tried to do and they can't tell me otherwise.


Let's look back to Final Destination three and the Ascension to the Heavens ladder match...I had that match won, the case was in my hands but then is it was yanked from my very hands and it was oh so convently placed into the hands of Alyssa Grace.


Am I mad at Gracie for what happened, fuck no.


Am I mad at this company for not having the common FUCKING courtesy to let me at least try to run with the case, you can bet your bottom fucking dollar and just because my run hasn't been the best here in this company as of late doesn't mean that I couldn't be trusted with such a thing as that case.


Talk about killing jokes, huh?

{Ryo then kneels down to where Miss Nichols' corpse had laid all those decades ago and gently runs his calloused fingers over the cold, hard ground}

Ryo: I wonder if this company will share the same respects to Triple A, Monster Truck, and Osama Al-Yamama after our tables match at Hardcore Havoc? I wonder how they will treat them once they are put through a physical hell on the same fucking level as the mental hell that this company has put me through...but you see while I hear those in power say that "fucking me out of the case was just business"...my breaking these three new FUCKS to the Omega Wrestling Alliance in goddamend half will be just *THAT*.

{Ryo raises his hand up to his face and then blows the dust off of his fingers as he looks hard at the camera}


Ryo: Simply *business*. 


You see it won't matter if you can cut the greatest promo in the world if you cannot back it up in that ring and while I might have been on a bit of a losing streak these past few months, there is one simple fact that not one of you can fucking ignore and that is I am one of the best damn wrestlers that this company can field!


Yes, I'm a proud former student of Stephanie Matsuda and I'm proud of being well versed in the Queen's Road style because in the end-that just proves that I'm well versed in a very innovative style, a fucking style that has much more insane adaptability than anything that you flying fucks possess. 


And at Hardcore Havoc that is exactly what I'm planning on doing because when you're at the level that I am, you've got nothing to loose anymore and you're reduced simply to a starving wolf and that's only because a broken mirror only shows as best it can while I run in shoes that will shine with blood that isn't mine, showing a constant trophy of the battles that I've survived.


And I will survive this battle here in London at Wembley. I mean seriously I was about to call Triple A the biggest little piece of pretentious bullshit that I've ever had the dishonor of witness come walking into a wrestling company...that is until you opened up your fucking trap, Truck Boy.

{Ryo stands up and brushes his hands off as he does so before looking rather annoyed at the camera}

Ryo: Truck Boy, that entire promo that you cut for our match at Havoc I'm going to ask for you to never do again because all you did was show just how incredibly stupid you are kid. 


And I've heard dumb ass promos from guys like Vincent Lyons Junior, Solomon Monster, AND those jerknuts that took over Wrestleworld fairly recently...all of their promos were prime grade bullshit but yours, wow....yours was a whole different level of BS altogether.


And you know what makes me really special, Truck Boy? What makes a motherfucker like me a hell of a lot more important to this company than some little shitstain that just happened to float up from the bottom of the toilet bowl such as your shiny self?


Talent.


Sure you can pick up a thousand pounds with each of your arms, but that won't allow you to do *shit* when those self same arms are locked into a hold that rips all those tendons out of their screaming, cow steroid enhanced muscles of yours....tendons and muscles that are going to be left torn and bleeding once you step into a real wrestler's world...*MY* world as a matter of fact, Truck Boy. 


The match for you will be over before you can scream mercy from your poor little Papi.


As for you Triple A...shouldn't you be doing roadside assistance somewhere?


Oh wait, that's the useful Triple-A. You're nothing more than a pathetically pale excuse for a joke. 


So I welcome you all to come to Wembley, to step into a real wrestler's ring...because it will be no laughing matter that when the blood starts flowing, I'll be the last bastard left standing!


And that, is no fucking *JOKE*.

{The screen fades to black}

Nakita DuBov: "After a long build up, Hardcore Havoc is fast upon us and building toward it's ultimate climax and release, and all through this time, little by little, Nakita DuBov has been unstoppable doing what she does and that is solving the problems of Dorado Enterprises ever since Skylar Arceneaux brought us all together, and despite some minor hiccups along the way, Dorado moves right in ready to set out what they set out to do by grabbing all of the gold in their path and with that all of the power that they are destined to take. We are coming in, what the business would call...'white hot', and do exactly what they set out to do. This will be a momentous night for Dorado and be the turning point for the entire OWA going forward in this ongoing growing narrative. When it is all said and done, all of you will be talking about how Dorado Enterprises has changed the entire landscape and shock the world. You will stand in awe, be silent, and marvel at the glory that is Dorado Enterprises. As Skylar prepares to outlast five other Alphas to become the new OWA Goddess Champion as she unleashes her own full metal mayhem. It will be Nakita DuBov, that will doing the same where she will outlast her five other Alphas, stealing the show, and becoming the new OWA Openweight Champion, inside the stipulation of The Ultimate X, and all in the name of Dorado Enterprises. When it is all said and done, Skylar and Nakita will be two against the entire world and with all of the gold standing in the open horizon that is the future and looking on."


"But in order for Nakita to finally move forward in the OWA, sometimes one must go backwards in order to march onward because she is preparing to go up against five women, and all whom has some resemblance of history with Nakita, all must be ready for the reckoning that they have escaped from ever since, but this time there will be no surviving her. Lady Luck has just left the building, and you all will fall to DuBov. You all are problems that all need solving."


"First, let us discuss Devi Krysis, she was the first head that Nakita took when she arrived in the OWA, and last week on Odyssey, Nakita defeated you in order to be added to this match. Nakita always looks forward to utterly and ruthlessly dominating you in the center of the ring and last week on Odyssey was no exception. She did it then, time and again, and at Hardcore Havoc, she will do it all again. She will put the Untamed Bloodwolf down once and for all. You have been a constant thorn in our side and this time you will finally reap the full brunt of all of your consequences that you have ever made. Your beaten and broken and bloodied body will serve as a testament and a warning to everybody of the one cardinal rule and absolute law and that is...


DON'T FUCK WITH DORADO ENTERPRISES!


Stick a fork in Krysis because she will be all done and out of our way. The image of seeing a wounded wolf limping her way up the ramp while Nakita's music is being played and she is holding the OWA Openweight Championship high in the air, now that will be a sight that will make you famous when her highlight reel is broadcasting all over the airwaves. Oh she will take so much pleasure in ending this problem, truly satisfying but no where near the biggest feeling. No, no, no, no, nooooooooo, that will be reserved for the others."


"Moving onto in the greatest hits of Nakita DuBov, the next name on her hit list is that of one Daisy Thrash, or as Nakita has dubbed her, little miss broken neck. A highly decorated multi-federation champion, and doing it all with a broken fucking neck. Yeah, you may of added Nakita a loss on her record, but by no means did it prove that you were ever better than her. In our match, Nakita utterly dominated you from turnbuckle to ring post and even on the outside, and yet somehow you some way defied the odds and squeaked out a win. She said it then, and she says it now. You were not the better of the two of us, you merely survived our encounter and lived to fight another day. And now, once again, fate has brought us together at long last. It has been a long time coming. Only this time. Nakita has a place and knows her role and has embraced her role fully. She comes into Hardcore Havoc on quite a roll to say the least all within the span of a month. While at the same time it has been you that has floundered and we all have rolled our eyes as you somehow work your way into this match whining and crying along the way. It has been you that has had failed opportunity after failed opportunity but there is a determination and a drive that even Nakita cannot deny and possibly deny must respect, but at what cost. You, and your crooked neck, come into a high risk match such as an Ultimate X waving your rights away all in the interest of sports entertainment glory and immortality. And while Devi may possibly be limping her way out of this match empty handed, unfortunately for you won't be so...fortunate. Because for you, the only thing that is in your future will be this...

(Nakita holds up an "X" sign above her head and smiles slyly.)

The only thing in your future Thrash will be a medical team scurrying down to the ring to the ring, to evaluate you, and then loading you up onto a gurney ready to take you out of this match, through the back, and to a nearby medical facility to properly access and diagnose you, and then we can say that Daisy really did get...THRASH'D. But hey you wanted into this match, you signed your name and your life away, and it will be you that will suffer at the hands of The Problem Solver and you will be all finished up once and for all. You will have only yourself to blame. She hears that one's life flashes across their eyes, and she wonders why will flash across yours in the end. I guess that we will find out after Hardcore Havoc."


"Then we move to NAMI, the Golden...Peon. Like Krysis, another one whom has been quite the thorn in our side, but one that can more than vouch that this Nakita DuBov is not the same as the one that the OWA has seen from months ago. This is a Nakita DuBov that means business, Dorado Enterprises business, and it is this Nakita that will take your meddling ass and lay it to rest. You have felt the pain that she has inflicted upon you, fallen to her wrath, you have been solved time and again, and come Hardcore Havoc, she will finish what she had started on Odyssey and lay the Golden Queen to rest once and for all. So, if she was you, which she is not, but if she was not, she would advice you to warn all of these alpha bitches coming into this match that Nakita is the last person that they should sleep on because this giant will crush yours and all their bones into decaying dust. So tell them NAMI, tell them everything thing about her. Now go you little shit and tell them who she is and what she will do to them, and if you can for one minute survive enough to do the unthinkable and deny Nakita of her OWA Openweight Championship, then she advices you to take a real hard look at Devi Krysis limping in that ring like the bitch she is, or Daisy Thrash getting carted off on a gurney up the ramp. There is no shame in acknowledging inevitable defeat, and leaving on your own two feet ready to fight another day. After everything that we have been through thus far and what we are about to go through NAMI, she will give you that and the choice to walk away on your own power because if you don't turn on your heels and say to the others 'FUCK THAT SHIT I'M OUT', the alternative for you will be soooooooooo much worse. So do not be a fool. Don't be a hero. Don't be like them. For once in your pathetic life, be the smart and walk away or else this night will be the worst night of your life."


"And now we discuss Serena Bennett. Serena FUCKING Bennett. A name that she says with much hatred. The one that handed her the most bitter loss in the OWA yet. You are the one that stings the worst. You are the paper cut doused in lemon juice. You are the one that brings rage boiling into her veins, and like little bugs crawling inside of her brain. BUT when she looks back, if it wasn't for you and that fateful loss, Nakita would not have had 100ccs of Problem Solver injected into her. If it wasn't for you, she would not have joined Skylar Arceneaux and Dorado Enterprises, and now she comes back a million strong and with renewed focus and unrelenting resolve to right the single biggest wrong of her career here in the OWA when she takes back what you took from her on Odyssey. But do not expect her to be thanking you Serena because you do not deserve such a gratitude or respect. You deserve pain and lots of it. At Hardcore Havoc, Nakita crushes Serena and becomes the new OWA Openweight Champion. You won a battle, but she will win this war and in epic fashion. You do not stand a chance and a prayer of surviving and what she does to you will be the worst out of all of them. All of her malice, all of her hate, all of her ferocity, and rage will be turned right on you. You will suffer to your last breath. You are the problem that must be solved and bring her the greatest amount of satisfaction for watching you fall and all within one single match encounter."


"And now we come to the le champion herself, the current and not for long reigning OWA Openweight Champion, Rebecca Filth. The last time that we faced off against one another was on BattlePass in a battle royal to find out who would become the Openweight Champion, and now here we are vying and facing off in an Ultimate X match for the title. You became the new number contender and you got what you went after. Well done little trash panda, well done, and you have done well in keeping that title on you. You even defeated Daisy Thrash in retaining your title. But now, you are set to square off in what should be the biggest fight of your career in this Ultimate X match and no vulgar display of power, no trash shenanigans, or colorful personality traits will endure you enough help you enough for you to walk out of her with your title around your waist. You are a problem that is begging to be solved whether you want to admit it or not. She said last week, and she is reiterating it again to you right here and right now. Your title reign is on borrowed time and the time is ticking fast on its shelf life. You are about to be discarded along with all of the trash in this match like the...FILTH you are. Hey, we all fulfill our own prophecies and the story of Rebecca will be a cautionary tale to everyone in the OWA both past, present, and even future that Nakita DuBov will be the standing on the top of the mountain and no matter what you do, she will never be moved. She will never waiver. She will take on all comers and all of their skulls will form the throne for her to sit on. There is a old saying and that is 'KEEP WHAT YOU KILL'. When it is all said and done, she will be the living physically manifestation of that very grim reality. Nobody will take what she has killed with her own two hands. So shine up that title of yours really well Rebecca, and watch as it is hoisted on those cables, because when Nakita climbs up and comes down with it, your dream will have just ended, and you will have awakened to the real OWA Openweight Champion, and then the nightmare truly begins for all of you, and it will never end. You will never wake up from."

"DISLIKE THAT...BITCHES!"

KINGDOM I: FOOLISH PRIDE

Jason Long, a man who has been praised for the rise he’s had over the past few months. I must applaud you for the hard work you’ve put into your career since the beginning of the season. You’ve become one of the more prolific Spartans champions in recent history, you’ve had match of the year contenders with Kingdom’s best talents. In that time, we’ve only come across each other a few times and I’d like to assume that was because we were fated to face each other this week at Kingdom. The heavens know that we are meant to collide in what will be a classic bout for the ages. All eyes are on us, Jason! Do you feel like you can handle the pressure? Of course you can, you’re one of Kingdom’s golden boys. You’ve overcome every trial that has been set upon you, some took longer than others, but it’s okay. Jason, you were a demon’s plaything and now you’re your own man. Am I surprising you, Mr. Long? Did you think I was going to put you down and discredit you? No, I’m not the type of individual to do such a thing; I tell you the truth and it will be up to you to set yourself free from the conflicts that will come with this information. Will you let your pride consume you or will you overcome your flaws to be the best version of yourself for our match? I’m not sure, but I’m excited to share the ring with you whether you come prepared or not. We do have some unfinished business from two weeks ago when you and I met eye to eye. You were attempting to save your dear Savannah from Noah Quinn and to be honest, it was a reckless decision. While I question Chris’ methods in stopping our confrontation, I’ll continue to believe he is doing what is right for his journey to being a brand new man. Mr. Long, to be frank, you were ridiculously reckless for some harlot who enjoyed Noah’s advances. You are what people used to call me...a simp. Instead of focusing on what is important to you, you decided to risk your career by entering a situation that had nothing to do with you. If I had been anyone else, I would’ve broken your neck in an instant, but I’m a very merciful man. Instead of destroying you in front of millions of TV sets, I held you back from saving that woman. 

My patience for you at that point in time was at an all-time high because you didn’t know what you were doing; you just wanted to be a hero. You wanted to save princess tramp and live happily ever after, and you did just that after Chris came into the scene. I was keeping you away from the sin Jason and yet when you knew that I was trying to protect you for caring about a worldly woman, you rejected my ways and still went to her. Aren’t you going to look like a fool when she eventually ignores you and moves on to the next prince charming? Will it still be worth such a risk then or will you just feel like some fool who was simping for a woman who wouldn’t give him anything but disappointment? I get that you want to counteract all the sins you committed last season, but being reckless and blind is not heroic, that is dunce behavior. You deserve to treat yourself better than that, Jason; you are on the up and up, moving slowly towards an eventual world title reign, but you are still flawed. This kind of action indicates to me that you are a king seeking to please his people, but one who’d rather not use his head and relies on his heart. The scriptures indicate what happened to David when he was tempted by a woman; his connection to the divine was removed and he suffered many consequences from being with a woman that was not meant to be with him. The same will happen to you if you continue to save and protect people who simply do not deserve it. You will lose everything if you rely on people who are not the same breed of caliber as you; I relied on people who didn’t care about me and abandoned me at the first chance they could and that limited my opportunities in my career. I extend my hand now to any soul that seeks my words and knows that I can guide them towards a path of success, holiness and living up to the greatest potential they can reach. My results are shown throughout this company, whether they associate themselves with me or not anymore. I’m here to send an opportunity your way, Jason; I can guide you to your first world title reign and to even greener pastures past that. I can give you the woman of your dreams that follows my doctrine and will never leave your side. Do you want the diamond or do you want fools gold? That is up to you to decide, and I ask you to think long and hard about what you will do with this revelation I’ve provided to you. Only one man has accepted my offer and that is Chris; look at the work we’ve done with him. We can do the same for you and actually accomplish your dreams of being a new man after the horrible trauma you went through last season. 

I know you’ve forgiven many, but you need to forgive Chris and allow him to face you in what will also be another instant classic. I can give you the power to forgive Chris and become a better man; you know that he wasn’t himself and that he deserves a second chance. Your lovely Savannah received a second chance and new life in OWA by entering the Kingdom brand. While I understand it isn’t the same thing, can’t you find a place in your heart to forgive Chris and turn a new leaf on your opinion of him? Havoc was the one who harmed you and Chris is the one who intends to make amends with you. If you can’t follow this difficult request, how do you expect to grow as a man? You will only sabotage your own growth by doing this and it doesn’t fit someone who views themself as a king. As the Spartan King, you should be leading by example and forgiving those who have done you wrong. Invoking your personal wrath because you can’t move on is a cowardly move that you should be ashamed of. I could be upset and frustrated with so many people who harmed my growth during my career, but guess what? I choose to turn the other cheek and move forward, pursuing my dream of a better OWA for every single star. You hold so much influence right now, which is why I advise you to use it more responsibly than you are currently. I’ve seen this power become corrupted if one does not hold higher standards for themselves, especially for new stars. If you accept my hand, I can make sure you never falter nor stray the path of righteousness. Without me and following immoral people, it will be much more difficult to find yourself following the right choices. 

As far as our match on Sunday goes, I can’t promise you that I will have the same amount of mercy I had for you two weeks ago. I’m on a mission and until you decide to repent from your ways, you are the enemy. Chris is more valuable to those who have been washed by blood compared to a man who is drowning in his sinful ways. You may be everything a bonafide star is, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t fall from grace. Jason, I’m sure you’ve seen a lot of our previous world champion contenders are no longer with this company. Some people get too caught up with themselves and eventually believe they deserve so much more or they end up becoming complacent. One by one, they’ve all fallen, and there are only a handful of those people who still remain. Why did they remain? Everyone has their own different reason, but we all share one trait; persistence and a belief system that guides us through different seasons of our career. It doesn’t matter that I’m not a world champion anymore because I’m still one of the most important assets OWA currently has and will continue having. When I decide to lace up my boots, it’ll be on my own accord and I'll be proud of what I did in this ring. Until then, I’m going to show up and ensure that my vision will come true and as of now, you’re not a part of that, Jason. You are one of the thorns in my head and I will remove you from my presence, no matter how much blood comes out from me. You may take me down again and again with your impressive arsenal but at the end of the day, I will always get back up. You would need to pray for a miracle to happen in order to get a victory against me. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of preacher jokes readied up, but you’re going to need to prepare your body for the beating it’s going to take. I’m going to take you to a whole other level that you never imagined possible at this point in your career. I am the Alpha and the Omega; if you want a challenge, then you have one kid. I’m keeping my eye focused on beating you and forcing you to accept Chris’ challenge. There will be no jokes, no damsels in distress, and most importantly no mercy; you will know my name. The name that held the Omega Heavyweight Championship for 192 days; the one who literally went to hell and back and still won. I’m willing to risk it all, even to the point of crucifying a man to prove my point; you should be wary of me Mav. I’m not going to be some simple challenge for you; I’m going to be a roadblock whether you like that or not. I’m going to beat you in front of your little girlfriend and she’s going to know what the real way is. You are going to fall in line and collapse under the pressure of someone who is leagues better than you. One contrapasso is all it will take to win and it will come out of nowhere.

Continue to dream, Jason. You are going to meet a terrible fate soon. Our paths were meant to meet by fate, but this is not the fairytale ending you’re expecting it to be. I apologize for my brashness, but while I am full of praise and compliments, I said those words by viewing the potential you would have by joining my doctrine and my doctrine alone. By yourself, I’m not sure what fate you may meet and honestly, that won’t interest me or anyone else. It’s almost time to show up and show me what you’re made of Jason; will you come prepared or will it be easy pickings for me to handle? You decide that. Your destiny is in your hands. I know what I must do, so pray for your Father and know that I will pray for you in this match. I will pray that I don’t hurt you too much and I don’t end your career. It’s a prayer though, so whatever happens is meant to be. Can you live with that? Will the Spartan King fall to the one known as Fizus or will he manage to get lucky and score a cheap pin on him? Who knows….Well, I do. It’s not a good ending for you.

Time to spin the block.

Who would have thought when I pulled that gun out, smashed it across ol Becky’s skull and had her blood splatter across the wall I’d still have her desperately clutching onto my ankle asking for more almost two months later. You’re just a sucker for pain, aren’t you Rebecca? When this match was made and you signed off on it I honestly couldn’t believe it. After the state that I left you in the last time it was the two of us one on one, sanctioned or not. You’re clamoring for a sequel to that? 

Rebecca, gringa, why in the world are you doing this to yourself? You can’t possibly want this. You can try and downplay it to sell the match but we all remember that fear in your eyes when you were locked in a room with me all by your lonesome with Aria stuck on the outside unable to help you. We saw the sweat go down your drawn on eyebrows as I reached into my pants and pulled out my weapon of choice. We felt all of that fighting spirit you had as Goddesses Champion seep out of your body in an instant, all of your courage and bravery VANISH. That fight or flight kicked in and any fight you had failed you, you desperately wanted to flee, looking for any exit that would get you out of the nightmare I brought to your doorstep. You did all of that barking about being ready for anything, every promo from you was this bravado of being a top woman in the game and you especially had that battery in your back because of management’s constant coddling of you. You carried yourself like you were THAT bitch. Whole time you were just selling wolf tickets. An actual bad woman, an actual killer decided to check you and you couldn’t even PRETEND to hold your ground for even a split second. 

You folded like laundry immediately. You froze. Turned into a little girl once you felt the presence of someone who was actually about action. Who every person that’s ever crossed her can tell you how she gets down! It’s hard to play a hero when reality sets in and you know you’re standing across from someone who is prepared to maim, paralyze or end your life if they have to. There is a difference between someone with a reputation based off of hype versus someone who’s built a reputation through being certified as a hitter. A fleeting trend versus a made woman. Any facade you put up now is hard to even entertain. You can wear that brave face and hop in front of the camera to puff your chest out at me but none of your threats can possibly stick. I’m looking past that entire act; all I see behind it are the images of you sputtering and putting your hands up with that deer in headlights look, your head pouring like a faucet with me having you at my mercy!

That’s the story of us, Rebecca. When you try to step into my world it’s a bad outcome for you. If that fateful night didn’t prove it, then your trip to Mexico hammered my point in about as hard as I’m hoping to have my boot smash into your skull. Those bullets flying was like deja vu all over again. You stepped up, got served some reality and were more than humbled - you would have been ready to wave the white flag and cop pleas. You’re the Angel of Odyssey, Rebecca. The marketable girl, the sweet face rolled out for photo ops. That is your lane. You’re crossing over into the wrong part of the hood by trying to share a ring with me. The spot I’ve carved for myself is a territory that only the real are allowed into. One that chews up and spits out marks like you with factory level efficiency. Don’t you get that? You got lucky in the past two events. That doesn’t say anything about your survival ability, because you were dead meat in both scenarios. Matter of fact, I was being nice calling it luck: you were BLESSED to being breathing after our run ins. I chose to spare you, you gladly took my act of kindness and now you’re running to the internet to act like a gangster to save face. Oh well then, lesson learned. Me choosing to leave you alive wasn’t cowardice, Rebecca. There was no hesitance. It just wasn't worth it to me for what simply another Saturday night. But if you want to question my killer instinct, then of course, I'll follow through on Odyssey this week. There are two things you can't play with: my money and my reputation, and this Saturday you're messing with both of them. The match is set, Rebecca. The bullet has been placed in the chamber by your very own biggest fan: the Odyssey GM. I will pull the trigger this time, and there won't be any teary eyed reflections from you after this....just a cold face in a casket. I promise you that.

(Fade In)

Nakita DuBov: "People want to go on and on, saying that Nakita DuBov sold out, or did this or did that and so forth, but what they are failing to see is that Nakita has done none of those things. Nakita has taken on a role and it is one that she has more than embraced. She has taken the role of becoming Skylar Arceneaux's problem solver and is running with it. Nakita acknowledged that what she was currently doing in the OWA was not working, she evaluated everything that Skylar and Dorado Enterprises was offering and took it without question. It should not be of no surprise that Nakita would drop her long time friend and manager Kevin LeBrock and cast him aside and so far it has more than proved to be fruitful for Nakita going forward. Her stock has risen ever since she has joined and she has done it by never needing to change who she was. She is what she is and now she is so much more. More and more, Nakita knows of her value in the eyes of Skylar and continues to prove herself and this week, Odyssey 70, will be no exception. She is the solution, to which the biggest, tatted up, skinny ass, elephant in the room, is the problem that needs a good and academic, decisive, and very clear solving. Nakita would say that she has been quite consistent...unlike her opponent Devi Krysis, who is anything but that."


"Devi Krysis came in relatively at the same time as Nakita, she was defeated by Nakita, her idea of adapting was following in Nakita's footsteps and she got herself a benefactor in Damien MacArthur, following in the same footsteps as Nakita and her former manager Kevin LeBrock. She jumps on causes in order for her to get over such as jumping on the 'Justice for Niki Cage' bandwagon, to being the champion for Alyssa Grace as she attempts to keep her Ascension of the Heavens briefcase, and after getting turned on by her best friend Azurine Vebbins, she goes on a quest of roaring revenge and then all of a sudden does redeems and forgives lil Azzy and helps her walk away into the sunset with her head held high. She changes alignments like MacArthur changes rolls of toilet paper. One minute she is a face fighting for the little girls everywhere, and the next minute she is a tweener who marches to the beat of her own drum. One would think that she could be just a hair bit more consistent. Now granted, she is on a bit of a role after vanquishing her tag team partner, turned bitter enemy, back to BFF, but coming into a match like this where the Problem Solver constantly and consistently has her number at every step of the way. Nakita takes pleasure in owning Devi Krysis, but this week, Odyssey 70, Nakita is not just looking to beat Devi and simply get...ADDED to the Openweight Championship match against Rebecca Filth at Hardcore Havoc, she is looking to completely dismantle, dismember, and utterly, ruthlessly destroy Devi Krysis. This match will not be a triple threat match where Rebecca Filth doesn't have to pin or be submitted in order to lose the Openweight Championship, she is looking to make this title match a one on one match because she officially took out Devi Krysis from this match and it has changed to a one on one match because Rebecca Filth can not, or will she not be able to take out Nakita DuBov one on one and will be going into Hardcore Havoc with only one thing and one thing only and is waving the white flag in surrender and handing Nakita the championship via forfeit because she will see that forfeiture is a wiser alternative to what can and will happen to Devi this week on Odyssey 70."


"Devi is coming into this match hurt after Nakita brutally attacked her and now that Nakita sees and smells the blood that Devi has shed, Nakita will tear the little bitch apart. The only form of consistency that Devi even knows is that she keeps referring to us girls in Dorado Enterprises as quote 'skanks' unquote. In fact, that is all she and her little juvenile  elementary leveled education can only muster from the so-called 'untamed blood wolf'. Please Devi, Nakita would say that such childish playground insults are beneath her, but that is exactly what Nakita has come to expect from her. Why doesn't Devi just go ahead and call Skylar and Nakita 'stinky, poopy, doo-doo heads', but that has way too many syllables so it is far easier to keep dipping in the well and continually call us 'skanks', and she wants to say that she has tons more personality than Nakita gave her credit for, well thank you Devi for proving Nakita's point."

(Nakita reaches into her pocket and pulls out a dollar bill, stretches out in front of the camera before wading it into a ball and tossing it at the camera)

"Speaking of personalities, go out and buy one, after Nakita has taken you out and put you on the shelf, maybe you can put that towards you finally getting one at long last, either that or you need to go back to MacArthur's office and renegotiate on a new deal and see if he can pony up for some more cash in helping you to get one, but knowing you, you will take that money and put it toward another tattoo sleeve and then ask the OWA Universe 'Does this help?' Sorry Devi, but new ink can fix your special kind of stupid. Nakita, metaphorically speaking, does have the biggest balls of the all, and this week, she more than plans on backing it. You are the problem Devi and Nakita is the one that is coming to solve you. She is going to take you out from this match. You won't make it Hardcore Havoc and then the only thing that that won't stop Nakita from becoming the new OWA Operweight Champion is Rebecca Filth when Nakita turns her into a puffy red mist to stain the canvas. Nakita's crowning is all but assured and sure as hell guaranteed. Nakita beat you once Devi, and she can sure as hell take you out of our business once and for all. Dorado Enterprises will be a Devi free zone going forward."



"So, when you set foot in the ring, and stare into the cold green eyes of The Problem Solver, as she looks down at your five foot eleven, one thirty-five pound Raleigh ass, you will know that you have officially fucked up when you brought my two year old daughter into this. Nakita is going to take the blood wolf out to slaughter. Hashtag #SorryNotSorry."


(Fade Out)