It’s been a couple of days since the events that took place within Sonora, Mexico. The night sky had fallen in Anaheim as Rebecca found herself back in her own apartment home, the very little lighting within the bedroom was enough to comfort her to sleep, but soon decided to play some music in the background as she rested her head on the pillow.


With the sounds of Kavinsky’s “Nightcall” being heard through the speaker propped up on her bedroom dresser, a sudden tear began to slide down her face as she began to recollect her day within Sonora, knowing she was at the brink of death if one wrong move was made, she might not have shown that same emotion within the house of Llorona but after a couple of hours, the adrenaline was finally worn off and the real emotions were soon kicking in. It was almost like a panic attack, knowing that she doesn’t feel safe anymore going to an Odyssey show without being either beaten up, having a gun pulled on her, or even worse -- an entire cartel firing on her.


Her only options seemed limited as of right now. She could play it safe and let things wait out until Hardcore Havoc, she could take things in a more violent way and go guns blazing heading into the next Odyssey, or take the cowardly way out of all of this. She could just not show up. Leave the brand, leave the company, leave everything she worked hard for all behind her.

The latter option seemed tempting to Rebecca as she continued to lay down on her bed. Wiping away the single tear from her eye. Her eyes soon began to slowly close, she soon faded to sleep -- that was until a loud knock was heard at her front door. Rebecca, startled by the loud knock, jolts out of bed and rushes over to grab a cardigan to wrap around her. The time was four thirty in the morning, she hadn’t the faintest of clues as to who’d be knocking on her door at this time of the night, but reluctantly she made her way to the door and peeped through the peephole and saw…

“Ryan?” she whispered, soon unlocking the door and opening it wide to find her brother standing on the opposite side of the door. “Don’t you know what time it is? It’s four thirty in the morning, what the hell are you doing here?”

Ryan doesn’t even speak a single word as his actions had done most of the talking for him, walking into the apartment home and closing the door behind himself, grabbing onto Rebecca with a large hug. Rebecca felt his arms quivering as he held onto her but he soon found himself letting go to give Rebecca back her personal space.

“Nobody had heard from you over the past couple of days, the car was gone and you weren’t even picking your phone up, all they knew was that you had to be somewhere in Mexico and do a meet up for something.” His bottom lip quivered. “I got a call telling me that they saw your car driving through the city and pulling up back here, so I hauled my ass over here to try and catch you before you thought of driving off again, but it seems like you’re not.”

Rebecca looked into the eyes of her brother and shook her head. “I don’t have anywhere to be, and to be honest, I’d rather be left alone for a while, Ryan. I’ve had a rough couple of fucking days to say the least. I’d rather not have you roped into this as well.”

“Are you ever going to tell me what the hell happened down in Mexico?” He soon questioned. “I’m just here to look after you, Beckie, not to be angry with you or tell you off because you weren’t picking up---”

A sigh soon came from Rebecca as she brought her hand up to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose and keeping her eyes shut as she listened to Ryan. “I said that I’m fine and that I’d rather be left alone for a couple of hours. I literally just got back no less than half an hour ago and yet you’re here trying to soften up to me because you care. I really don't have the time for it, Ryan.”

“But I just wanted to know what happened--”

“No, Ryan!” she soon exclaimed, her tone getting louder as her anger soon began to pour out. “Please, just go home and let me sleep, okay? Go home and be with your family. They need you more than I do.”

There’s a moment of silence between the two as Ryan tries to get a grip of his words, feeling a little lost with his speech before closing his mouth and soon turning his back on Rebecca to head out the door. But before he could walk out the door, he stops in his tracks and speaks one final time.

“Just so you remember this… you are my family too.” spoken softly before he could walk out the door, shutting it behind him.

Rebecca stood there, again that single tear soon ran down her face, but she didn’t have the time to wipe it away. Instead, she simply walked back into her bedroom to rest for the night.


“Whoever has experienced near-death, knows how gracious it is to be alive.”

I can’t tell you exactly how I felt being able to live to tell the tale of an entire cartel opening fire on me, but knowing that I was given the chance to live for another day has made me realise that I should feel grateful enough to have that second chance, on the other hand however, it made me realise that no matter how hard some people try to knock me down and take me out from the fight -- they always mess it up, they always do something wrong, and everything just never goes according to plan.

Ain’t that right, Llorona?

To hear those words coming from your mouth -- about how you should have pulled the fucking trigger when you had the chance -- made me realise how much of a coward you are that you couldn’t even do one thing right. To know that you had an entire cartel waiting for both myself and Stephanie in your hood -- having them open fire on us both and yet not even getting one clean shot on us and letting us walk out from your hood unscathed -- made me realise that everything you’ve tried to plan out to take down the numbers has never ever worked in your favour. It’s hard to believe that someone as rough and tough as you come off as because you came from the hood of Mexico can’t even get the job done right when she’s had multiple chance after chance to finish what she started. All that proved to me, Llorona, was you being a bigger cowardly bitch than I thought you were. You couldn’t even put a bullet through my head. How do you get given chance after chance and yet when you are this close to actually succeeding in such -- you prove your weakness?

Maybe you won’t want to admit to that, having a weakness inside of you when you’re just seconds away from putting down the numbers there is to getting your hands on the OWA Women’s World Championship again, because that’s all you seek after all, right? Isn’t that why you begged and pleaded and demanded before finally blackmailing to be reinstated and get your hands back on the woman who took your title from you? It’s like I said, Llorona. For someone as rough and tough as you come off as, you really prove to be much weaker than such with your own actions, and the only person there is to blame for your own actions are yourself. Not me, not Stephanie, not The Banshee, not Revy, not Jonetta. It’s just yourself to blame for. Maybe you haven’t had that chance to really soak it in yet but when you do, Llorona, I’d like to take the royalties in saying that I was right all along and you can thank me later for proving my point right about you.

After all, this is your one last chance to show how strong you really are, Llorona. This is your one last chance before Hardcore Havoc to start tallying down the numbers and putting me out of commission from my career and maybe even my own life. This is the final stop before Hardcore Havoc and if you don’t do something now, imagine how many people are going to look at you and think about the fact that Llorona is all talk but has such weak bites into things. Is that how you want to play yourself as, Llorona? The weak one? The one who constantly failed? The girl who continuously fumbled the bag when she had it in her hands? Again, I ask you to look at yourself and see who exactly you are because if you see the person you constantly act as, then you clearly have become so delusional beyond repair.

You get yourself all worked up over nothing, Llorona. You’ve changed. You’re getting weak.

But for me, however, things are very different because I’ve come back stronger than ever and came back a whole lot smarter than I could ever imagine. I don’t get myself all worked up over nothing anymore. Frustrations are in the past and I’ll worry about them later. I just want to fight, I just want to win, and I just want to prove myself right about you. When Odyssey comes to the United Kingdom, there is no threatening life like I would have done for doing all of the scarring things you’ve done to me. There is no threatening permanent damage onto you for putting me through hell for the past couple of months. There is nothing that is anything close to violence on my mind, Llorona. I just want to fight you, drive my knee into your skull, and show you what you should have done a long time ago when you had the chance.

You should have killed me when you had the chance. But for now? You get to suffer with that mistake.

And when the chips are down and you have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and have to resort to other tactics. I’m going to grab that gun of yours, I’m going to make sure your finger is on the trigger, and I’m going to make sure that the barrel is pointing right into my forehead. Because when you take that shot, I don’t want you to miss. I want you to blow a fucking hole in my head and leave my brains scattered all over the floor.

You do not fear me.

You do not scare me.

But you do fear me.

And I want you to remember that.

Because there will be no remorse for another mistake you make.

And I will drop you on your back.

Don’t worry, I’ll spare your life for now.

But I’m not sparing it come Hardcore Havoc, that title is mine and you are not going to stop me.

Sleep with one eye open, ‘Assassin’.

See you soon.

I’ll admit. I’m underachieving. I could be doing a lot better than I am right now, and I have no one else to blame but myself. Sometimes life gets ahead of you, things demotivate you, and you lose sight of what’s important. You lose sight of what it takes to be successful in such a demanding and hard-hitting profession. The difference between the greats and the averages here is consistency, and I’ve been anything but that. I’m not going to disrespect losing to Nakita DuBov, because underneath that loser ass sell-out to the Dorado Enterprises, there’s a decent talent who’s a good wrestler, and as far as losing in a competition goes, I can’t be mad. I also can’t be upset about anything else because despite my losses and despite barely even looking like I belong on such a competitive roster anymore… I still have a chance. 

This isn’t a simple win-or-lose happy to be here situation, where a “good showing” is enough to suffice. I HAVE to win. I can’t just accept that I have a ceiling at the bottom of the card… what kind of mentality is that?! I won’t settle for last place anymore. I’m not just someone who can fill spots, I want to be someone who has earned her spot on the card, a must-see attraction every week on every show. I didn’t come here from Japan and JET to be an afterthought, but that’s my fault. That’s the effort I put in, that’s the effort that I’m giving out so that’s the reward I’m going to get back. That’s just how life goes. But it’s time to get off my ass and literally lift myself up by the bootstraps… I’ve learned the hard way that chances don’t fall on your lap, you need to take advantage of every opportunity you can get to go forward.

I’ve taken my L’s. Dorado Enterprises has taken me down at every single venture. Because of me, Alyssa Grace took a loss to Skylar Arcenaux that she didn’t have to. I’ve let Devi Krysis down as well. I’ve finally made friends and allies for the first time and all I’ve been doing is letting them down. Skylar’s made me her bitch for far too long and now look at the difference between me and her. She’s competing for the Ascension to the Heaven’s briefcase as well as in the conversation of being one of the hottest new women on Odyssey. I’ve got a lot to live up to, because at this point all I’ve got going for me is a charity match from the General Manager. So it’s time to stop worrying about what’s in the past… I’ve failed worse than this before.

But this must be a new feeling for you, isn’t it, Daisy? You came in with so much hype. A podium finish in the BOB Games, and a contendership for the Openweight Championship that you failed in. Since then, what have you achieved for yourself? A losing streak, huh? It’s okay, I’m not going to chastise you for that, I’m in the same position. But when it comes to what the expectations for us were versus what we’re doing now, heh, I’m not doing as bad as I thought. Maybe I’m not at my highest high… But the expectations for you definitely were. All that hype, coming in through that forbidden door between OWA and EAW, but unlike these other guys like Darkane, Noah Reigner, or hell, even looking at Odyssey itself, it seems like Serena Berett has really taken your spot as the hot new arrival, hasn’t she?

Maybe I’m getting nasty here, but I’ve been fighting an uphill battle since I’ve gotten here, and as I go up step by step, it enrages me to no end to see women like you wasting the chances given to you. How did it feel having everyone’s unanimous support when you got here! You had all the momentum behind you and you just let it die… Pathetic. I hate that kind of self-sabotage, because just like in my own situation, you have no one to blame but yourself. The difference between me and you is that I know what it takes to win, I know what it takes to survive against all odds. Whereas you were given every opportunity since the day you walked into OWA, I’ve been an afterthought - and I’ve fought my way to be on equal footing with you, Daisy Thrash.

Losing streak vs losing streak, loser vs loser, this is a sad match, but this is what it’s come down to for us. I have no right to call myself the Golden Queen anymore, but as I fight my way back to reclaim my crown, you’re going to be the first to go down in my path. I’m happy to be here, but I know that if I keep losing, if I keep throwing away the few opportunities and chances that I do have left, there’s going to come a day where even Aria Jaxon won’t take pity on me anymore and give me a chance to prove myself on Odyssey. I’ve let down my allies enough these past few months, and I’ve taken a lot of losses. But those failures against Skylar Arcenaux and Nakita DuBov are about to become learning experiences in my rear-view mirror when I drive through you on Odyssey. I’ve hit rock bottom, and there’s only one way to go from here - the road to my throne starts with you, Daisy!

October eleventh two-thousand and twenty…
 
…Do you remember that night, Arata?
 
You should.
 
Because I sure as hell do.
 
That was the day that I received the news that my grandmother, who was suffering from Dementia for the past four years, passed away. I received that unfortunate phone call early that morning. I didn’t sleep that entire day. The woman who practically raised me… was gone.
 
But that’s not the only reason why I remember that date so well. It was the day that I knocked you, Arata, down from your high horse. The day that I finally took you out of your precious spotlight. 
 
But, please, answer my question.
 
Do you remember?!
 
That should be a date that is etched into your mind. A date that should haunt you every single night when you lay your head down on your pillow to go to sleep. I hope that night replays in your mind over and over and over. Do you remember the feeling, Arata? DO YOU?! Do you remember what it felt like with your back on the canvas staring lifelessly up at the lights above you while I got the three count over you? The night that I ripped the Spartan Championship from your lifeless fingers. All of your hard work that you had put in prior to this day, everything that you had given this company, all of the blood, sweat, and tears was snatched away from you in a matter of minutes. You can run your mouth all you want, Arata, about how my title reign was lackluster, how my title reign was cut short, you can say whatever you want to make you feel better. But the fact of the matter is it was me who took everything away from you that night. And now what, Arata? For months now you have been barely treading water, your head has barely been above the water. Sunday night… I will make sure that you finally give up and drown.
 
I don’t give a shit if you want to come out and talk about how you earned a world title shot against Jeff X. That doesn’t mean anything to me, Arata. You can walk around with your head held high and talk about how you are the number one contender or about how you are going to be the next OWA World Champion. Go ahead. If that’s what is going to make all of your pain go away, then go for it, Arata. Fuck, I encourage you to do that. However, we all know that there is no way in hell that you will ever - EVER - come close to wearing that world title around your waist. I have busted my ass for far too long to make sure that that World Championship does not leave Jeff X’s waist. And I will be damned if he loses it to someone like you.
 
Do you honestly think for one second that I truly need anyone by my side, Arata? I have gone practically my entire career with no one there for me. And you know what? That’s exactly how I wanted it. I had to prove to everyone that I could make it on my own. But, you know what? Times change, Arata. Sometimes… just sometimes… you need to have brothers by your side… especially when going to war.
 
A pawn, Arata?! A pawn in what? A pawn that aids in your ultimate destruction? Then count me in. Whether you want to realize it or not, Arata, The Frontline… The Frontline is a family. A family that you once had. A family that would have done anything for you. ANYTHING! But what did you decide to do? You decided to turn on your family. You decided to do business for yourself. And why is that? It’s because the only person that you truly care about is yourself. You don’t give two shits about your little Black Sun idiots. Once your little minions fail in securing the world title for you, then there is absolutely no question in my mind that you will kick them to the curb, because like I said… the only person that Arata Asakura cares about… is himself.
 
What’s going to happen, Arata, when your little championship match against Jeff X doesn’t go your way? What’s going to happen when the entire world witnesses you crying like the little bitch that you are in the center of the ring because you didn’t get what you wanted? I will tell you exactly what’s going to happen. Myself and the rest of my Frontline brothers are going to laugh while we watch from our front row seats as the little imaginary world that you live in crumbles before you.
 
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

(Praying in a Konohagakure Shinto at night)

Kenta Saru: Dear Lord Shinigami, The Black Sun is preparing for another war. This is going to be a street fight match….

(Kenta Saru seems to be listening to someone but it could be either an otherworldly or just his illusion. Either way, no one else in the camera but Kenta Saru himself.)

Kenta Saru: I'm going to fight Jeff X, JD Damon, and The Udy for this one. Jeff X is the current OWA World Champion. JD Damon is a former Spartans Champion, and Udy….well Udy is a good warrior too.

(Another silence before he speaks again)

Kenta Saru: Of course I'm a former Champion myself. Arata Asakura is an accomplished wrestler and he'll continue to add a lot of things to his resume because he is really that damn good.

(Another silence)

Kenta Saru: I've known Jack Daito for so long even before we wrestled and he's always been known as a fighter for his entire life.

(Kenta Saru seems to be listening again)

Kenta Saru: Yes Shinigami, I'm aware that Jeff X is a fighter for his entire life and I've got to say that is why he is a Champion right now and I know he also held 2 other belts too. Everyone knows how great Jeff X is and this type of match is his favourite match. I can also sense his bloodlust and hostility towards Arata Asakura but I know he wants to end Jack Daito and myself too. After all, The Black Sun is the group that got formed after Arata Asakura left The Frontline. Jeff X is also having all the help he can get for this match but don't bother. Arata Asakura has been wanting to end your life line for so long and he's going to do it in Kingdom.

(Kenta Saru has another silence)

Kenta Saru: JD Damon is a former Spartan Champion as I said. Well, let me correct it. Not "as I said" but he is indeed a former Spartan Champion. Took him long enough to win it after so many resignations, but in the end, he did it. That's the difference between me and JD Damon. I never quit before I won the SSW Rising Sun Champion. I failed a few times to win a SSW belt but in the end, I managed to become the first ever SSW Rising Sun Champion just a few months after I made my pro wrestling debut. JD Damon is a good individual wrestler but it seems he always needs someone on his side. Probably either to boost his confidence or to get some spotlights. Well either way, it doesn't matter. He'll get another spotlight when we leave his broken, battered, and old body after this match.

(Another silence but this time around, Kenta Saru has a chuckle)

Kenta Saru: Ahaha….Udy, yes Udy. I did praise him as a good wrestler but for some reason, it seems most people see him as a walking talking meme and now I know why. It is fine if you want to call me and Daito as easy-cases but you sure you want to call Arata Asakura a delusional? Arrogant maybe but for a good reason. But delusional? Even if he is, he has a good reason too. He accomplished countless things in countless promotions but let's keep it in OWA exclusively. He won the Spartans Championship at Final Destination 2 and held it for 284 days and just a year later, he was fighting for the OWA World Championship in the main event at Final Destination 3 and it is only a matter of time until he beats Jeff X for the OWA World Championship. Now, Udy, you are pretty much like JD Damon. You keep quitting and comeback and quitting and comeback. What's up with that? It's because you're a quitter and we'll make you quit OWA permanently after this match. Watch it.

(Kenta Saru nods, stands up, and the camera fades to black)

Dr. Ryland is sitting at his desk with The Infernal Beast and Udy’s masks infront of him.

“From rising sun to black sun? Isn’t it a fall from graces?”

Dr.Ryland smirks before getting serious again.

“I have faced Arata Asakura once before and he was different then. A young man trying to make his mark. To see him getting delusional is heart breaking”

Ryland almost seems tearing up before bursting out a laughter.
“But that’s what I am here for. I am here to cure. Sure some cases are tougher than others and sometimes Murphy’s Law plays on but in your case Arata. You and your bunch on addicts Daito and  Saru, it’s an easy case.”

Udy looks around and then becomes serious.

“I have two people I team up with me whom I have passed paths with as well but to tell you the truth Gaijin Killer, I am not going into my usual sophisticated talks with you since I am sure you are too busy eating sushi and sashimi made of spoiled fishes to understand any of them. I am going to get straight to point. Arata, Daito and Saru, you be all stiff on me and my partners this kingdom. Oops I broke the damn wall down didn’t I?”

“Anyways you may act all stiff but remember what you have on your plate? You have three veterans. You have Jeff X, a legend in himself. You have JD Damon, a man worth a book and then you have the wild card.  To tell you the truth Arata, since I could care less talking to two toilet breaks called Daito and Saru, you should be concerned about us.”

“You have a team where you have couple of no backing down mofos and a wild card that can do anything and listens only to what his heart says. I can take 24 chair shots and 100 stiff kicks and chops from you guys and still stand up and knock your head off just because I want to. I can be put through tables and chairs and thumb tacks and barbwires and still stand up and kick you in the face. You might say that’s stupidity. I might call it that I am the kind that doesn’t die. Call me a cockroach, call me what. I am a survivor. I am a crocodile, I am that gene of evolutionary principle that drives a species to outlive its seemingly more predatorial counterpart. You see Arata Asakura, Jack Daito and Kenta Saru, when you face me this week , you will have two legends to face as well and even if you can take the gunslingers out just remember, there’s still someone that you can’t kill to deal with”

Ryland stands up and takes his barbed wire gloves and wears it.

“I don’t need an Infernal Beast or an Eclectic Spirit, I just need to be the undying spirit, the man you can’t kill and then Dark Sun, you will be obilarated by three of the dying breed. Jeff X, Damon and me…Dark Sun will set and the The Real Sun will rise again”

Ryland starts seething as camera pans out.

{The screen cuts in and we see Ryo sitting on a bench with the world famous Lion's Mound with its as equally lion statue as he looks a little bit equal parts dedicated and annoyed}

Ryo: I won't deny it, but the more that I get my rage under control and use it to focus my direction...the more it takes a little more and more control and wants me to focus more on just fucking some mother fucker up.


I honestly don't know how Jake does it, maybe it's true in that he's got way more focus than me or dedication to this sport...but you all be be rest assured that he is nowhere as pissed off as I am as of late. I mean seriously, I thought that I had that little bit Hampton but when he would not do the intelligent thing and stay the fuck down, I felt more of the rage start to bubble and broil inside of me and that desire to rip that smirking little bint's head off...

{Ryo physically stops himself and slams his right fist into the meaty part of his right thigh for a moment before he shakes his head and then looks at the camera once more}

Ryo: But as I sit here in this hollowed place, overlooking the fall of France's first emperor and greatest hero...I find myself understanding that perhaps a little bit of patience is needed in all needful things...such as my forthcoming match at Olympus this week. 


Petey...I've heard things about your runs in Project Honor and here in Omega and I've got say one thing about them:


Interesting.


Seriously you've had your ups, your downs, and your sideways but you keep on trucking like it's nothing to you and while I wish, I really do, that I was that kind of person once again...you cannot fathom the kinds of shit that you've yet to encounter here in the OWA.


I mean you think that dealing with King Havoc, Big Scotty O, King Jason Too Long, and of course BitchBaby Asakura over in the land before time is nothing to worry about-you're here in the Omega, their home environment where they have every chance to run truly *RAMPANT*...just like me. 


You see, I know that you'd be anywhere else than a wrestling ring since your favorite weapon is a wireless mic held firmly in that left hand of yours...but you see at Olympus this week, you're facing off against one very pissed off individual in me and you can be rest assured that after what happened against Hampton won't happen here France, because Ryo Sakazaki won't be facing his Waterloo...fuck no.


I'm going to do the complete opposite of what the then resurgent Napoleone di Buonaparte tried to do in that I will come to Paris and conquer your fucking ass all over the AccorHotels Arena and when you hear that first lick of Trenches being played, Petey, you'll learn that play time is officially over because while you might be the coolest and most laid back mother fucker in all of the Omega Wrestling Alliance, I am the most furious and violent one. 

{Ryo then leans his head back against the cool granite of the Lion statue's base and closes his eyes for a few moments before he opens his eyes again and gives the camera a feral smile}

Ryo: I'm  actually looking forward to seeing what you've got, boyo...so don't disappoint me.

{The screen fades to black}

Michaels: You know something, you bitch and moan so much I just about fell asleep hearing you rambling. whenever I look at you nowadays, I look around and wonder what happened to you bro. you’re Jacob Senn, the Punisher, the icon, a man whose accomplishments could fill a hall of fame all on their own. I look at you Jacob and I wonder who hurt you so badly that you’ve decided to basically become a lap dog for Darkane, a gate keeper for anyone wanting a shot at the OMEGA heavyweight tittle. A guy who has had to surround himself with top tier talent to keep himself relevant. You can still talk the big game, but push come to shove the only thing that makes him look the least bit of a threat anymore is because of you got a lap dog of his own named Matt Miles. Ain’t that right Harman?


Harman Ardelean: Listen here Marco, there’s an old saying, you can’t trick a trickster. I hear that man, I hear the words he’s saying, and I can tell you the man is scared. He’s scared because his mouth got him in real trouble and he knows it. He’s scared Because like so many others before him, he looks down on us. And when you spend so much time looking down on people you can’t handle whenever they climb a little higher, or get a little better. We see it every day in America, and we’re seeing it right here in OWA. And now that he’s facing the possibility that the Romani King is every bit as good as he is, he’s getting desperate. When you need a guy the likes of Matt Miles in your corner it screams desperate. Desperate to find any edge, desperate to have you not giving 100 percent of your focus on Jacob Senn. Thats the way he has to play the game nowadays and it’s exactly why Me, and the rest of the caravan will be at ring side watching your back. Matt Miles, or anyone in the Dynasty getting involved in this match.

Michaels: Thanks Harman, but I tell you what if that punk Matt Miles tries to get a little too handsy with me, or my gold, I’m gonna ball up my fist and punch him in his ugly face so hard that the man with the Midas touch becomes the man with a broken jaw. But enough about Matt, he’s not the reason The Romani King is gonna be shining in the city of lights. No, I’m coming to All or Nothing with one thing on my mind. I’m coming with one goal, and that’s kick Jacob Senn’s ass!

Now see it’s usually good to be the Romani King. I’m free to go where I please. I’m blessed enough to have my fill of some of the finest food, the best wines, my pick of any mademoiselle who may pass my way, and a group of supporters cheering me on as we take the Romani Revolution world wide. But even though I’m grateful for everything I got, I have a hunger burning in my stomach for more. I got an unquenchable fire burning inside me prove that I am among In professional wrestling when that bell rings. That is the one all consuming goal that has pushed me and driven me, and made me treat every match as if there was no tomorrow. In a word you can say that everything I do in that ring is All or nothing. So while OWA might think That’s just some fancy title meant to sell people on this next Olympus super show, All or Nothing is a way of life for me. It’s how I have lived every moment of my adult life. And when I think about why, it’s Because just like last week right before I went through Big Naheem like a chainsaw through a redwood, nobody has ever given me half a chance of making it through to the other side in one piece. No my fellow trackers on the Cosmic Caravan, there was hardly a soul who ever dared say out loud that Mark Michaels was the guy they got earmarked to make it to the very top of professional wrestling. I’ve spent my entire career proving myself again and again when the time comes I will defy all expectations, I will rise above the circumstances, and I will not settle for less than what I know in my heart I am worth. They said I’d never make it out of the independent promotions, but I held nothing back and rose up to the big leagues in professional wrestling. They said I’d never be on a champion in OWA, that I was destined to flounder in the lower mid card for another four years, but I went into every match like I had nothing left to lose, I put every ounce of my heart and soul out onto that canvas and took home gold. They said there was no chance in hell I’d last more than five minutes in the Thunderdome match, but low and behold I started that match, I took on ungodly amounts of punishment, and hell I was a millimeter away from having pinned the OMEGA heavyweight champion.

I’ve have been over delivering night in and night out, and now that I’m starting to see all the hard work I’ve put in start to pay off, and finally get to where I always wanted to be since the day when I first left home to follow this dream of mine, it’s ruffled a few feathers. Me shaking up the status quo has sent the biggest bug I’ve ever seen crawling so far up the ass of Jacob Senn. This asshole keeps yammering in and on about how I don’t deserve a shot at Darkane, how I haven’t proven myself in his eyes, who the fuck asked your opinion Karen? Jacob says things like I shouldn’t get a title shot till I beat someone like him, I already did way back in 2019. You remember? that time when I knocked you’re empty head out of that lucha mask. And people accuse me of committing cultural appropriation? You talked about how me beating you is the greasiest way to tear down everything you’ve built. You said that if I beat you at All or Nothing it’s make a mockery of you and everything you’ve built with the Dynasy. Hell To be perfectly honest here Jacob you don’t need me to make a mockery of you, you’ve been doing fine all on your own when it comes to making yourself look and sound like a bumbling buffoon without so much as one iota of self awareness. You say I need to beat you to move up the rankings to the number one spot in the Olympus pantheon for a crack at the OMEGA heavyweight championship. Funny when I look at the top 5 contenders, I don’t see your name anywhere. Man you’re so hung up on your glory days that you had to name your stable Dynasty just so you can get nostalgic and pretend it’s still 2015. Back when you were doing more than resting on your laurels while your boys do the heavy lifting for you.

He says he’s built the world’s greatest collection of wrestlers and built the most dominant stable ever. Tell me something Jacob, if the Dynasty is so great then why the hell would one loss send the whole group spiraling down the toilet? Talk about the Awakening all you want, but it took us being spilt up by the draft, and Eon Blue going off the deep end to allow the Dynasty to become as powerful as it is today. But you fellas have done well for yourselves and gotten a bit of a monopoly on gold on Olympus, and Darkane might even add a little more come All or Nothing, lord knows you need to after the Phantom Troop thing flopped so hard you had to rebrand and pretend like it never existed. See that’s the difference between us, where you try to sweep your failures under the rug, I looked at mine long and hard and I’ve grown not just as a competitor, but as a man. It’s made me the kind of guy who even if he loses one match and that house of cards you mentioned comes crashing down all around me, I’d dust myself off and rebuild that mother fucker bigger, better, and with something to help hold it all together next time. That’s what I’ve done my entire career, I’ve gotten back up and I’ve gotten even better. You talk about aching muscles, you talk about shedding blood, you talk about being willing to risk shortening your career for a moment of glory, mother fucker did you not watch that Thunderdome match a few weeks ago? I did all of the above and then some. I went through hell and back, while everyone else in that match decided to take the night off, I got my gear, marched down to the ring, and took on the biggest, strongest son of a bitch in that locker room. That’s what I’m willing to do just to get a crack at the OMEGA heavyweight championship. And sure you can say I took advantage of a rookie, the same rookie who damn near crushed one of the top contenders for the OMEGA heavyweight championship in Noah Reigner but a rookie none the less. But you can’t deny that although I was hurting, and I was hobbled, I kicked his seven foot ass and pinned him in less than a minute! To be even be willing to stand in the ring with that monster of your, well That my friend takes heart and a set of balls, two things you handed off to Darkane just so you could ride his coattails and not fade off into total obscurity. Jaco I’ve been proving people like Like you wrong about me from the first day I laced up a pair of boots. I’ve spent the last few years fighting and clawing to make my way to the top, while you’ve spent that time trying to anchor yourself to guys like Darkane so you could stay at the top. You can talk all you want about you and your Dynasty, but history has shown that every Dynasty meets its end at the hands of a revolution.
And you are gonna learn that fact very well when at All or Nothing. the Cosmic Caravan, and all the Romani who are gonna be packing the Accor Hotels Arena are bringing this Romani Revolution right to your door and kick you square in the ass the same way the last revolution that happened in Paris did Louis the 14th.

At all or Nothing, Beating Jacob Senn is look like nothing at all because Mark Michaels is just that damn good.

Better to die fighting for what you believe in than to be a prisoner to the whims of others all the days of your life.

That’s what it’s come to with Mark Michaels, right? This Romani Revolution that he has formed after the demise of The Awakening? It’s pretty nice, something that I can understand that most people within the viewership for this product would completely stand behind, but I hope that you’re willing to die for that cause in pursuit of becoming the Omega Heavyweight Champion. I hope that you’re willing to put everything on the line in this match that is set for All or Nothing between the both of us and I mean it. Your body, your blood, your revolution, your championship opportunities, your money, and the career that you want to have in this business, you best believe that you need to put them all on the line in order to even stand a chance with one of the greatest names in this industry when the bright lights dawn down upon you, Mark. The Dynasty has done plenty of that over the past year and look where that has gotten us in being the most dominant brotherhood in the history of this promotion. Darkane is the Omega Heavyweight Champion, Elijah Hampton is the Prestige Champion, Matt Miles and myself are the OWA Tag Team Champions, and we have shown the world through our path of destruction against the doubters and the traitors of prestige for this company that there is no one better suited to carry around the championship trophies of this industry than us. We’ve devoted ourselves to forging prestige in the name of these titles and now, look at what has been brought forth. The greatest championship reign with the Omega Heavyweight Championship in the past two years of this company’s history, a championship that has been rechristened with the full intention of being known as a symbol of prestige, and the true champions of the tag team division that represent it with class and prestige ever since The Queens of Wrestling were unceremoniously dethroned by The Blacklist back in February. This is what The Dynasty has been able to create through our birth in OWA and we’ve done it by putting every single thing we had on the line for the opportunity to make that possible. In layman’s terms, we went all or nothing on these opportunities and we cashed out with the jackpot in our favor. Are you willing to take that risk, Mark? Even with Harman at your side to be able to watch your back during this match, would you be able to put everything I just said before on the line to be able to be known as the rightful challenger to Darkane and his Omega Heavyweight Championship because there is no doubt in my mind that my brother in The Dynasty will walk out with the Omega Heavyweight Championship AND the OWA Television Championship in his possession? You need to be able to know for a certainty that you’re able to do that and if you are, then you have a meager chance of possibly walking out with the opportunity that you’re looking for. For what does a victory against Jacob Senn mean to you? It means that you’ll be jumping up in the Pantheon ranking from that number 4 position that you’re at right now straight to the number one spot, stamping your name in position to be the challenge for that Omega Heavyweight Championship you’ve been salivating for, and have the chance to be in world title contention that you’ve been waiting for your entire career to be able to get. That’s the only hurdle to this whole plan of yours that will force you to once again be left in the underbrush, stuck in the constant loop of obscurity that your career has been encased in for years on end, because there’s no way that I’m going to allow you to make a mockery out of me by defeating me at All or Nothing to simply make a name for yourself at my expense, Mark.

You may get the pomp and circumstance that you’re searching for if you gain the miracle moment that you seek in defeating me at All or Nothing, but what happens for me if you’re able to pull this wrestling marvel out of the hat against me? What happens when the headline reads “Mark Michaels defeats Jacob Senn at All or Nothing! Proves himself for Omega Heavyweight Championship contention!”? I’ll tell you what happens, Romani King. Everything that I have built in the past year, everything that I have done to restore prestige in the championships my brotherhood has pulled from near obscurity in this business, and the entire Dynasty that I have created in this business start to fall like a house of cards because you pulled out the single card to be able to write your name upon to have the championship opportunity that you’ve been craving for. Do you believe that I’m going to actually allow you to destroy what I’ve created in order to make sure this revolution of yours gets the recognition you believe it deserves? No way. I’m not going to let Mark Michaels be the death blow to The Dynasty that brings us tumbling down and spiraling out of control and that’s why I’m going to put everything into this match to make sure with all of my might that you do not walk out of that ring with your hand raised in the air and your head held high with pride. I will bleed inside of that ring, I will break my bones fighting against you, I will tear every single muscle in my body until I’m unable to even walk and at that point, I’ll crawl and fight you from the canvas if I have to. I will do everything and anything to make sure that even if I have shortened my career at the expense of it, I’ll make you eat the canvas and watch the lights for me to defeat you inside of that ring to prove the point that if anyone even DARES to challenge The Dynasty’s rule of prestige in Olympus, they will share the same fate that you will. Do you understand me, Mark? I’m going to make sure to test the willpower and determination that you have within your soul, make sure that you’re forced to go beyond the limits that you have been left at before if you believe that you’re going to stand against me inside of the ring because that’s what it’s going to take. You’re going to have to put me near death inside of that ring, my entire body aching to the point of being unable to move a single finger or toe in my body and forced to be paralyzed in pain from what happens inside of those ropes because I’m not failing and letting you make your name at my expense. Everyone wants to try to make me out to be their stepping stone, an achievement for them to be able to say “Look what I did and that’s why I should be considered at the top of the mountain”, and I’ve grown sick and tired of it. All or Nothing will not be the night where The Romani King makes it known to the world that he’s the main event talent that should be considered in world championship contention, it’s not the night where Mark Michaels establishes himself as someone that people should be looking out for as a threat to their championship titles, it will be a night where the world is reminded of what makes me one of the greatest wrestlers inside of this business today. I’m going to remind them that I’m not someone who’ll simply continue to be relegated to the undercard of this promotion and be simply handed the opportunity to restore the prestige of these championships that I hold on my shoulder with Matt Miles to their former glory. I’m not here in OWA to simply stay on the sidelines to be forgotten about because people believe that my time has past and Jacob Senn should never be world champion ever again because he’s already had so much success in his career, but I’m going to remind them that when the time strikes, I will have world championship gold in my hands again. Right now, Darkane’s time to shine and be the champion is upon us and the harsh reality is the inevitability that one day, his reign will come to an end. That’s when the brotherhood will stand behind him and allow another one of us to reclaim what was taken from us or stretch our breath to the OWA World Championship to lay claim to it. That’s where my opportunity will be known, but for now? Simply caving your head into the canvas and knocking your lights out will be enough to remind them that The Punisher remains one of the most remarkable fighters in this sport to not forget about.

With all of this said, I hope you’re ready for what is to come at All for Nothing, Mark Michaels. The Romani Revolution might be something that you want to usher into Olympus to bring yourself to the top of the card, the main event, and have the chance to lay claim to what The Dynasty has already brought such prestige back into, but you’ll have to find another person to establish that name upon. Darkane might be one of the most ruthless and destructive forces in the history of this business with proficiency in all things hardcore, Elijah Hampton might be one of the most naturally gifted talents and charismatic individuals that you could ever hope to find in this sport, and Matt Miles might have one of the best wrestling minds anyone could hope for and has the greatest knowledge of being able to take any advantage or leverage that he can find in a match to use to achieve his goals. Me? I’m the grizzled veteran that can endure any type of punishment that you believe you can inflict upon me, remain standing when most men buckle underneath the suffering and destruction they’ve endured and used the years of experience to hone my craft in utilizing all styles of wrestling to my arsenal with strong style standing atop the rest to beat you until you’re unable to resist the destiny that awaits you. We are a collective of men that won’t be stopped by a mere revolution of passion, but we are the engine of destruction that will leave you lying to make sure that our Dynasty stands resolute. At All or Nothing, you better bring your best because if you don’t?

You won’t be able to endure the punishment that awaits you when you stand against one of the most legendary names in this industry and leave with only a broken crown to your name, Romani King.

So, Boiling Point did not go as planned.

MYOJIN and Savannah Sunshine, Team Starburst, had lost the OWA World Tag Team Championships. To say they were disappointed would be an understatement. After fighting their hardest, giving their all- The Dynasty had simply just been the better duo earlier that night.

The Shining Star wasn't happy. Their first championship reign in OWA had ended rather abruptly, and admittedly- they had felt angry. They had wanted to blame their tag partner, but they knew she didn't deserve it- as she had fought her hardest just as the blonde had.

The two sat at a local bar, a fancy one at night with their fair share of bruises. Originally, they had both planned to celebrate there after they had ideally retained- but obviously, that hadn't been the case. The blonde stared at their glass, leaning against the counter with a frown. Savannah seemed just as upset by the outcome of their match as they both took sips from their drinks.

MYOJIN finally spoke, after stirring the ice in their frozen margarita with their straw. “So… How are you feeling right now?”

Savannah took a deep, frustrated breath. ”Really fucking pissed. That's how I feel~”

The Shining Star simply pursed their lips, simply nodding in agreement before taking another sip of their drink.

“Yeah, me too.”

Some more moments of silence passed between the two tag partners. It was somewhat awkward, as they were still processing the night that they had. Savannah ran a hand through her hair.

“So, I guess that means everyone was right.” She spoke.

“What do you mean?” They responded, curiously looking over toward her.

“About… us. About me. Senn pinned me to take the Tag Titles away from us. The ones we had fought so hard to have earned… Was everyone right? Am I just a weak link that's been holding you back?”

“Hey, Sav..-”

“No, seriously, MYO! In every match we've wrestled as a team, you're the one that always picked up the win. And the one time we lost, they caught me off guard. Maybe I'm just… dragging you down.” She started to grow emotional, gritting her teeth- and MYOJIN could empathize with her anger, her insecurity, it hurt them to see how bad she had taken their defeat.

“Maybe we should just.. break the team up-”

MYOJIN stopped her, placing a hand on top of hers which somewhat surprised the Candyland Queen. They had a look of resolve, shaking their head. “Don't ever say that.”

“Sav, I don't care about what anyone else says or thinks. You're my partner. You're my friend. I would not have been able to win those titles by myself, I wouldn't have been able to do any of that without a great partner that had my back. Yeah, we lost them… So, what?”

She looked at them with a confused expression. MYOJIN gave her a warm smile in response. “We still won them. We still proved we were capable of doing what everyone continued to tell us we weren't able to do. Everyone laughed at us, they looked down on me and they looked down on you- and we shut their fucking mouths when the gold was in our hands- and we wouldn't have been able to do that if we didn't have each others' backs. If you weren't truly my equal. So, please- Don't blame yourself for tonight, okay?”

They then reached out to pat Savannah on the shoulder. She gave them a grin back, her eyes brightening with some enthusiasm once more. “...Okay, I won't. Thanks..”

“No problem.”

MYOJIN turned back to their margarita, downing the rest of it with a refreshed sigh. “Plus. We have to face the truth. Dynasty was right about ONE thing and one thing only: Senn and Miles have been a team longer than we have. They have more experience as a duo than we do- but after a while? We're going to catch up and get payback eventually.”

“I think we need to take some time and grow- not just as a team, but as singles competitors too. Learn from our mistakes, better ourselves, and then Team Starburst will be better than ever.”

“Yeah, you're right.. We haven't been a team for that long, though that kinda makes us winning the titles even more impressive, right?” She raised her eyebrows, showing a happier smile with a laugh. MYOJIN snorted, laughing as well.

“We're going to get those World Tag Titles back. There's going to be some roadblocks, some obstacles in the way-  and it may not happen as soon as we'd like but we will prove it wasn't a fluke, and we'll show both Senn and Miles and everyone else that has doubted us how wrong they are.” Their partner spoke, confidence in her voice.

“That's the spirit, Savannah.” MYOJIN held out their fist in the air. She responded by meeting it with their own- a now very familiar ritual of theirs whenever.

“Now that the pep talk is over, let's get wasted!”


I remember what I said in my very first match in OWA. My very first words going against three nobodies who I don't think even get booked anymore besides Mark Michaels who's actually started making a real name for himself. Do you know what I said? Let me refresh your memory, lovelies:

I've made my career off of people underestimating me.

And it wasn't a lie. You can see that, anywhere I've wrestled or even back since my days in the octagon- I've always capitalized off of the perception every fighter seems to not be able to look past whenever I'm standing the opposite side of them. It's almost funny because it's the same thing every single time. They see my height, they see my weight, see my hair and makeup and how I dress- and of course, because egoism is such a disease in this fucking sport- they automatically assume that they're better than me….

Until I end up coiling around their leg like a boa constrictor and nearly tear it off as they tap out to save themselves from an injury.

I've always wrestled as the one people see as an underdog. As the one everyone thinks of as the one punching up with fighting spirit and heart- and you know what? I've accepted that. I've accepted that I always seem to be going against the next, big dominant wrestler of the week and that I'm always fighting an uphill battle- and I'm never going to stop being that. Because it's who I am, I don't give up and I sure as hell don't allow myself to get intimidated by any of these stale bitches. I adapt, I improve, and I never slow down.

Savannah and I lost the World Tag Team Championships- and there isn't an excuse. We lost them fair and square, clean- and the Dynasty had simply just been the better team at Boiling Point. That's how competition- as a team? We simply weren't at the level they were at, but we will be- and we'll take the titles back. Because we aren't going to run away with our tails between our legs just from our ONLY loss as a team, mind you.

But that's for later. Right now? I'm back as a singles.competitor- I'm trying out going at this on my own again, I want to improve on my own skills before even thinking about trying for the titles again, so imagine my delight when I found out that I'm facing Noah Quinn- someone on a bit of a hot streak in my first match since losing the belts. I welcome a good challenge, that's what I do this for- to test myself and get better and better. So, you know, I was feeling like being friendly. I was feeling like trying to be respectful.

Until crackhead Santa decided to open his big, dumb, fucking mouth.

It's funny how people move the goalposts to try and tear you down. At first, it was “Team Starburst are losers! They'll never win the titles!” Then we do it. All the detractors suddenly decide to go quiet for a while. We lose them, they start opening their mouths again. “Frauds! You never had a chance!”

Even though I proved right before Boiling Point in a one-on-one, Matt Miles didn't have SHIT on me.

I find it adorable, people like you, Noah- are always looking to say something to support your bloated ego.

I see you got your little briefcase, you've got your chance to fight for the Spartan Championship. Good for you!

But it seems like as soon as you got a big win, you start let it going to your head. Don't worry though. I'm going to bring your head out of skies really fucking fast when I'm breaking one of your limbs and you start begging the referee to stop the match.

You see, you've happened to put me in a worse mood than I already was. You talk a lot and you make a lot of assumptions about what's going to happen, about how you're going to be the next Spartan Champion- which I really doubt- and that how you're going to give me a crushing loss.

Get something original, everybody that's told me that ended up eating their words pretty fast.

You talk so high and mighty but then you, even for just a moment, admit that even if I do get a win against you- you still have your title shot.

Do you know what that tells me?

Deep down, despite all your little bravado. You KNOW I may just have your number once we get in the ring. Whether it be by pinfall, submission, hell- even a surprise rollup. You're scared, you feel threatened. Because you KNOW that I'm one of the most versatile, unpredictable, unstoppable wrestlers and I've already been making an impact since I've gotten in this company. I've only been beaten once in singles competition- and do you know what it took to accomplish that? A FUCKING DEMON THAT POSSESSED JASON LONG!

meRED of playing games with you clowns. TIRED of having to repeat myself. TIRED of trying to warn you of what happens when you decide to not take me seriously. So you know what, Noah?

I'm no longer coming into this match looking for some sportsmanlike competition. I'm in it to take your HEAD off. I'm in it to beat the brakes off your bald ass and to the point where Sabertooth has to carry your limb body backstage. Speaking of Sabertooth? Get involved in the match, I dare you- I'll leave you unconscious the same exact way I'll leave him.

And you know what? After I'm finished humiliating the self-proclaimed next Spartan Champion, I just might treat myself and take his briefcase for myself.

I'm an artist.

The ring is my canvas.

And your blood is going to be my paint.

I'm glad I get to face you, because you're such a smug bitch- I'll LOVE releasing my anger on you.

I'm going to beat you, Quinn- and I don't need a manager or a stable to elevate me like you do.

All I need is just my own amazing, spectacular, natural ability.

KINGDOM: INESCAPABLE HUNGER.

As I look into this mirror….I see success but I also see many failures. For the past two weeks, I’ve had an odd feeling every day I wake up, realizing that something within me has changed. Today, I’m looking in the mirror and I see that I am one of OWA’s greatest assets and I know my pursuit of its improvement is not in vain. I conquered my critics’ slanderous claims about my capabilities and I proved to everyone why I was in the OWA World Championship match. I’m a main eventer whether people like that or not because my path leads to eternal success while all of your favorites are stuck in their own unsuccessful ways. I am a man who has been humbled by my opponents and my own journey. However, I’m also not going to stand around and let others prevent me from fulfilling my prophecy. Before I continue, I must make some apologies because I’m a man of values and beliefs higher than anyone else. I apologize to myself for not seizing the golden opportunity to hold a second world championship. I apologize to Chris because I also revoked his opportunity at winning the Outlaw Championship. However, I applaud my opponents for the effort that they put into winning; Jeff and Theo conquered their demons and were able to use that momentum to defeat me. I hope everyone in our match learned something about themselves and is able to recognize their worth as individuals. We are all moving on from this event but this match will be engrained in our minds; we will be taking this experience to the grave. I look forward to competing against Jeff and Theo again but don’t expect me to be so polite next time around. Every day I continue to get hungrier and the hungrier I get for victory, the more desperate and aggressive I will become. I am a dignified individual so I won’t become a savage but I will show everyone how hungry I am for my declarations to come true. The Vision Quest was the beginning of this war of hunger and the end will be a sight to behold; stay excited about this my children, because we will win this war against this world. I am marching forward, looking to how I will continue my legacy in this world...And I believe I have found what I need to do next.

One day, I will be back on the top and defeat whoever I need to, but my priorities are now focused on my opponent this week. Azumi, I’m looking at you and I have analyzed you since you began your time on Kingdom. This is the very first time we’ve competed against each other and I will say, this match will not be easy to win. You’re one of OWA’s most decorated competitors and you’ve decided to continue your legacy here on Kingdom. Sure, you’ve had a few missteps but you’re on track to contend for the OWA World Championship and will be one of the biggest threats this roster has. You’re a former world champion just like myself so I can relate to the hunger you have to succeed in such a competitive environment. This match will be exactly what you need in order to make it to the next level. You’ve had classics, match of the year contenders throughout this season already, but now, you’re facing me. You’re facing a master manipulator of the mind and emotions. The Vision Quest opened my eyes once again to my role on the gold brand: I am someone who will manipulate the lies and reveal the truth under them. You need this match Azumi; I know you’ve critiqued me before but you need me to exist in order for you to prove yourself right. You can easily say that you don’t need me and that I’m some loser who lost to Jeff, but I am the most recent number one contender. Sure, there’s a new number one contender, but by defeating me, you’d have a claim to be the next number one contender for the OWA World Championship. Wouldn’t a victory against me brighten up your day? If you’re answering no to any of this, you’re only lying to yourself. Humans have a natural inclination for good things to happen to them. They want opportunities to go well; we don’t react so well when we fail. I’m sure you clean off the dust from your boots when you do lose, but the feeling isn’t so great, right? This is what I mean when I say you need me Azumi. You depend on me to be inferior to you so that you can win and that is what your mind is doing to comfort you in this stressful time. Nobody knows what will happen next in their lives; only the divine are allowed that sacred privilege. This fact terrifies people because they take it to the extreme; one second you’re alive and the next you’re not. In your case Azumi, you’re nervous about the uncertainty that you’ll beat me. You’re waiting for words to come from my mouth so you can convince yourself that I’ll be one of the easiest opponents you’ve had in your long career. I have your attention in my hands and don’t worry, I won’t harm you too much because now that I do have it, I need to tell you a few things. I’m not losing to you Azumi. Scoff away, but you have no evidence to support the fact that you will come out victorious in our bout. You don’t know how you would lose either; sure you can look at my past matches and suspect I’ll try a specific move to take you down, but there are an infinite amount of possible moves that I could do that could realistically keep you down for the three count. I suspect that thought isn’t very reassuring for you and you’re slowly convincing yourself that you are going to win and I don’t know what I’m talking about.

Your hunger for success is motivating you as we speak and it’s an interesting creature; it keeps you motivated, but if you don’t control it enough, you get comfortable enough to say anything is certain. You choose to only believe the voices that bounce around in your mind; the good and the bad that goes on in there. As you get hungrier for victory, the thoughts that are more radical and more negative begin to hit your heart more often. You devolve into a desperate monster who loses their soul for a hit of success. You can say that isn’t happening to you but how are we certain? Only time will tell for your soul. There’s a reason why I surround myself with people who will challenge me; all of my disciples have rejected my teachings from the start, but they all grow to learn with me. Each of them has provided their own feedback and voices which ensures that I continue to humble myself and serve them just as much as they serve me. This prophecy doesn’t just include me but Chris and Noah as well; they will see the biggest successes they have ever met in their whole careers. I would give my life for them because I know they would continue my legacy and that they would do the same for me if the situation arose. That is a critique I had with groups like the Frontline; they do not recognize that selfishness creates beasts who are narrow-minded and lack morals. Chris fell into this hole with Havoc and The Ashes were born. Only recently the members are starting to realize that they were in the wrong. However, they all continue to sin, risking themselves to fall into another hole where the hunger for success consumes them and they become insane monsters who would be willing to kill others for success. I am not like this and I would like to ensure you don’t meet this fate Azumi. You have control of your life currently so why don’t you decide to join my reigns and help me build a whole new world together?! We can change the minds of the fickle and show them that there is another way to live their lives. In this world, there will be no shame, no more pain, and no more sin from man. The hateful nature of the world would be purged and would be replaced with love for each other. I would be at the center of this, promoting the teachings that my former and current brethren have learned. Those who are evil would be made to disappear and you would never have to fear that the hunger for success would corrupt you. Season 3 of Kingdom would never exist in my world and everyone would receive opportunities to show their true potential. Doesn’t my world sound wonderful? This is the world I plan to achieve. I have a broken crown currently, one that was broken by a very powerful man at FD3, but slowly I am rebuilding it and creating it stronger than before. My Awakening will not be made in vain and if you sadly decline paradise, I will have to make your life a living hell. This is not my choice but yours really; I’ve already decided that you are worthy of a second life but it is up to you to continue in your current ways or agree to march along with me in our search for a brand new world! In your current state, you are no better than any murderer or immoral being, but under my hands, you will be made into a queen who is clean in the eyes of the divine. My wrath is just as existent as my mercy, so make your choice well. Jeff decided to decline my offer and look at the trauma I caused him in just one match; he might have made it alive but he is never going to be the same man he was before. My power is true and it should be feared. I’m not some joke you can shove around and expect me to take it. Sure, you can joke around that because I have a church where I touch kids, but you’re only slandering me and risking your shot at salvation. My church is pure and it doesn’t take such matters so jokingly; we are serious about our mission and unfortunately had to cause our enemies pain, but it is for the future we seek. Don’t assume anything or everything is guaranteed for you Azumi because I’m a very unpredictable being. Am I human? Sure, but the power that I have is not. I will make sure you leave this match a different woman whether you like that idea or not. I can build you back together or tear you from limb to limb. Your meaningless words don’t hurt me anymore and none of my critics do either. The Vision Quest has changed my perspective on those who will criticize me; they simply do not understand me and because of that I will extend my hand out for a second opportunity. If you spit on my face, then just say I didn’t warn you. I’m not afraid of anyone no matter who they are. You’re an impressive competitor Azumi but you’re no Father Fiora. Let the uncertainty consume you or let my truths free you from the shackles that are holding you back.

Allow me to wash you in blood, Azumi. You will be a new woman and a future world champion. Just extend your hands and let the worries go away. You will know no more evil. You will know no more pain. Close your eyes and you will meet paradise. Turn your back from me and you will be beheaded as every other of my opponents have been. Choose wisely.

(OWA House Show. The show is over. Hugh Jass runs to Nobi who is about to leave)

Hugh Jass: Nobi! Nobi! Nobi! Can I get a word from you?

Nobi: Sure.

Hugh Jass: What happened at Boiling Point?

Nobi: What happened? I was quickly eliminated, that's what happened. You have to remember though, I was in the Wrestleworld Violent Ends Elimination Chamber match a week prior to Boiling Point, so I wasn't on my 100% but I think what's done is done. That was embarrassing but nothing can change that. I just have to do better next time.

Hugh Jass: I believe in you. With what you just said, can I take it that you're ready to take on Bad Boy Know on Olympus?

Nobi: Of course I am. I'm ready to beat him again. Never faced him one on one but technically, my score is 2-0 against him. Bad Boy Know really changed after he failed to dethrone me to win the SSW Puroresu World Heavyweight Champion several months ago and he has been this way ever since. I'm going to do what I can to get him back to how he was.

Hugh Jass: That's quite a statement right there.

Nobi: What do you think of that scenario, Jackman?

Hugh Jass: Jackman? Damn, you just called me Jackman! I should change my name to Hugh Jackman now!

Nobi: Haha, I called Wolverine Hugh Jass too one time. Well nevermind. See you around and take care.

(Camera fades to black)