...If only I was in a better mood. 
If I was in a better mood, then I would feel more willing to congratulate the efforts it took for you to climb up to the top of the mountain. The accolades that you carry as a wrestler is remarkable, your presence undesirable, and your mark immediately felt. Few wrestlers who exist are able to say that about themselves. Unfortunately, I’m not in a good mood so rather than bend my back and give you excessive amounts of flattery like so many others have done, I’m going to give it to you straight. 

You are an obstacle for me to crush, Graham Baker. 

I’d never lose to someone like you. You might have gathered what feels like every accolade underneath the sun but you’re an old yeller waiting for someone to do the honorable thing and finally lay you to rest alongside your tag partner. You might have endured to earn those titles, to have this long career, to gain the power necessary to wield a title like Gaijin Kaiju but I can endure everything you’ve been through and then go beyond that. 

Losing the Icarus title didn’t make me lose focus. I’ll give Ryo his due punishment when it comes but right now, I’m focused on the real prize, the real threat: YOU. After all, that SSW World Championship is the grandest crown of Japanese wrestling, isn’t it? The bigger fish in the pond? I might have not been there when Strong Style Wrestling was at its peak but it doesn’t matter! The only things that matter to me are glory and a good fight! When I saw your match against Ryo, I knew I found what I was searching for. The sensation of melting. The scent of blood. The taste of adrenaline. It was as if I lived and died a thousand deaths all at once. I love fighting. I love combat. It was during your fight with Ryo, your fight with Rafael, that I realized it. 

You too love combat. That’s why the SSW title is around your waist and why every single person who stepped up to you failed to topple you. Iwade-san only accepted his demise. Ryo was unfocused. Rafael couldn’t match your aggression. But I can. I don’t care how much of an icon or veteran you are. You have flourished in a way that is admirable to your peers but I will cut you down regardless. I am the surging rapids of Kamo River, I am the steel of the Genpei war, I am the mountains of Mount Kurama. I am heaven. I am storms. I am unflinching in my wrath, I am god incarnate. 

Your desire for fighting is as strong as much so I desire to fight you the most. I desire to fight you so I can experience your aggression myself. So I can crush you! If Ryo wanted to open up wounds, then I’ll pour salt into his and win the one title that slipped through his hands because he wasn’t good enough.

I could’ve stayed in Japan. With the structure of puroresu, there was no reason for a native-born Japanese person to try and cut their teeth in a promotion like OWA. Since joining OWA, I’ve witnessed things that would shut down promotions in Japan. I’ve risked my life more times than one can imagine. During the biggest show of the promotion, the entire world witnessed Darkane forcibly shove a shovel into his opponent’s mouth and give the audience an up-close and personal look of what the inside of the mouth looks like. Now Olympus, a mountain already poisoned by the cowardice of the Tres Comas Club, is further threatened by the Profane Covenant—a group of degenerates who want to infect the world with their poison after they’ve destroyed Olympus.

All these risks...there’s no reason for me to be here! There’s no reason for a kid coming from Japan to risk career, limb, and life for a promotion that will never provide the same level of comfort as a promotion in his home country...or that’s what the folks back at home say. Unfortunately for them, I don’t like conformity. Clutching onto the past, conforming, and letting myself sink into the false safety that comes with comfortability...I can’t do it. I refuse to do it! 

By being here, I carry more on my shoulders than my own pride. I carry the weight of the country I was born in. I carry the fighting spirit that was cultivated in my home country and I intend to represent it. I will become the face of puroresu and everything it represents, everything that created me and that’s why I’ll beat you at Dreamworld. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, it doesn’t matter if I have to kick you until you’re a bloody pulp, the match ends with you staring up at the lights. I won’t lose. I’m going to beat you and I’ll show the world what puroresu means. Why that belt stands as the biggest prize in Japanese wrestling.

At Dreamworld, I'll become a legend untouchable by anyone here by destroying an oversized lizard that stands in my way. 

At Dreamworld...I will become God.

“Return from the grave, you say? What returns, Gunner? You said my career, right? That's so funny you mention that because your triumphant return to OWA was the Clash Of The Titans, and you failed in worse fashion than me. The gravity of your own stupidity rests alone on that CTE you have because even then, you'd find it yourself that you have drawn delusions. You said I haven't shown anyone that I'm ready, but yet I've delivered the performances, the responsibilities of someone ready. On a given night someone can always be better by a second and we have to accept that, but I do everything no one else can. I go to that ring, wrestle my goddamn heart out win or lose, come to the back, help with anything for the show that I can, and I go out to these tournaments, podcasts, anything and represent this company. And while wrestlers like you complain just about competing in different towns, I do what I do with a smile on my face because the world knows….

I'm ready.

And you have the balls to come at me saying you're better? You haven't proved that in the slightest. While you were working school gyms, bleeding everywhere for two people, I was main eventing Olympus for the Prestige Championship. While you were busy getting fired from VictoryPro, I was busy co main eventing their biggest pay-per-view. And while you were busy sitting at home unemployed, I was here busting my ass to get that Final Destination main event, something you will know of. And for someone to talk about failures, you sure have your big share of them. You failed in your OWA return, debut, whatever the fuck it is match. You failed versus Baker. You failed at everything else except beating Lazarus Arjen, and that was by pure luck. What have YOU accomplished? Nah let's discuss this. Other than your upcoming achievement of being the next shit stain I drag across my boot at Dreamworld, what have you accomplished? You achieved the same of a fucking sneeze you sniveling little shit! I'm a former fucking champion in this place! I'm a fucking main event guy. Even at my lowest point of not believing I'm that guy- I was that guy! And I have promised to rip everything from the hands of Prescott, but it's hard to take everything from him when I don't get put against him. And that's OWAs fault, because they think they're protecting something worth so when he isn't. Remington would be laid dead at y'alls feet if he faced me one on one. Hell, it'll be the first permanent death in OWAs history. So come on man with the worst receding hairline I've ever seen. Come on bald in the middle, hair on the sides, Gunner Hogan. Try to kill me. Because you're not first here to say you will. It was the first thing I heard when I debuted here from Jason Long. If the best of the best who has said it failed to do so, what makes a cocksucker like you think you can? You're nobody special. Hell, Lazarus and Darkane, two of the most vicious and Baddest fuckers on this roster said the same thing and they couldn't. So don't get your hopes up. Don't think you're going to win. And don't ever get to thinking you're better than me. Because in one night, I'm going to squander all three of those at once. 

I asked y'all what happens if a gunner runs out of ammunition and you saw first hand. You fire on blanks. You thought you was hitting me with a full mag, but it people thought you was sending warning shots, hoping for better. Now, let me switch my attentions to the remaining guys in this match because they have mentioned me as well so I have to defend myself from them. And that includes you, Ryo. How's my title doing? Never mind that. Let's talk about your lack of, well, me in your lil promo. Now, I know before I've said the classic Will Smith “keep said name out for fucking mouth”, but that was when we weren't facing off! This time you actually have to acknowledge me! I swear it's one step forward, ten backwards with you Ryo. But I digress and will say this. You bring up these things about Nobi and Stephanie that make you feel like you're better. That they didn't evolve from all that to be better. Let me ask you this; do you remember “Die Ryo Die”? The time period where those fans rather see you gone then in the ring? How no matter what you do, you were hated that much? What did it do to you? It made you desperate. It made you want better. You don't think that's what they wanted? Hell they invited you to World's Finest because they wanted better for you. And what do you do? You stab them in the back. For MONTHS you complained about how I “stabbed” you in the back after beating your ass down after our first match. I didn't owe you a thing. You owe those two everything. You owe them everything for your career to this point and you're so delusional to the fact of that, that you believe you were needed. You weren't needed. You could of been replaced with anyone else and World's Finest and The Don and Con Connection would of still mopped the floor with Tres Comas Club, and we'd do the same with The Covenant. You got a participation award for just being there and you'd thought to use it to be in a main event you didn't deserve. And without deserving a thing, you're mad that Nobi and Stephanie thought about themselves in their situations. Cry me a fucking river. One day, one fucking day you'll realize not everything is about you. You egotistical son of a bitch, you will learn a lesson in respect. 

I fucking promise you that.

Reggie here asked “you know why Brandon comes so close, only to get screwed?”. It's because your daddies in Tres Comas Club and The Covenant wanted to protect it all. They wanted to protect Remington, they wanted to protect Allesandro, but right now, it looks like both are about to get their asses kicked and lose their championships at Dreamworld. And there's nothing you'll be able to do about it. And it's kinda funny how besides Mark, I've been screwed over the second most. And I know why. Because y'all fear what I can do. Tres Comas Club knew disrespecting me and letting me walk was the worst decision of their lives. I held that group together, I founded the fucker, I made it money when it first started. And now, you all tried to live off what I did, but failed as Tres Comas Club is dying slowly and painfully. And I'm not stopping till I put hands on you, Poet, Allesandro, and Remington. This does not end……..

Till I end you all myself.

I come back and only one person wanted to push me at any point of time. Where the fuck did the men go!? I was gone for three months and this is the new way of OWA!? Grown men reduced to being great big pussies!? You all disgust me. At least with Gunner, he tried to swing for the fence, but he soon found out his his jabs were from the kiddie table while I was sitting at the adult table dropping bombs. This is a fight y'all do not want this smoke, because I will create mass genocide on your entire team in a instant. My name is Brandon Fucking Hendrix, and I'm ready to bring Tres Comas Club and The Covenant down….

For Good.

Jake Keeton's mother is a loose woman

I’ve praised you that you’re someone who can go walk to walk as you have 2 proofs for that: making it to the top 5 in the Olympus’ Clash of Titans and beating Lazarus Arjen in such a bloody match.


But as for talk to talk?


Personally, I think you’re boring, Gunner.


All you were talking about is just a cliche “I’m great and you all are losers”. No matter what words you were using, it still just came across as boring to me.


So you think I’ve lost motivation because I’ve done everything including being a former World Champion? And you think I'm fine being a second-rate competitor?


Well, if that's the case, can you please tell me when was the last time someone beat me fair and square? Can you get the right answer?


So I’m not jumping off the train, as a matter of fact, I’m riding it. I’m riding the train like you’ve never seen it before. The train I’m riding is going as fast as a bullet, you might not be able to catch it with your eyes.


And yes, that's not a fantasy at all, Gunner. That's real life. It is the fact that not everyone is able to beat me. Especially recently


And if they did, they either needed to cheat or needed someone's assistance to beat me. And maybe a combination of both.


But I’m aware this match is a Tornado Tag Team Tables Elimination match where naturally everything is allowed. 


Naturally, this match is going to be a violence one and that's your thing isn’t it, Gunner? You’ve got to play in your own playground. You could be the main factor for your team.


That is, your team.


Of course Cloud Matsuda, Brandon Hendrix, and myself want to win this match too.


Not even just winning this match actually, but winning this fight to put an end or at least doing collateral damage to The Profane Covenant.


You see, Gunner, in the short time you’ve been here in OWA, you’ve proven yourself, I’ve said it countless times, but what you failed to realize, this kind of thing is also not new to me, Matsuda, and Hendrix.


I've fought against Hendrix and I’ve teamed up with Hendrix before and this guy is tough as nails. Hendrix was one of my opponents in the Thunderdome match for the Immortal Heavyweight Title at Final Destination V and you do know that match was arguably the most violent match in the OWA history, don't you, Gunner? And that's just one example based on reality.


Cloud Matsuda is obviously a veteran who’s has shown a wide variety of skills and she showed it countless times that she’s very capable of doing violence matches too. Hardcore Havoc 2021 is a great example as she beat 5 other girls to win the OWA Women’s World Title in a very violence Promethean Chamber match. 


Ok, another case of both Matsuda and Hendrix are going to be a big threat for The Profane Covenant in this match. The All or Nothing match before Final Destination V.


That was when Cloud showed the aggression that she never showed before and despite Hendrix wasn't in that match officially, he was still willing to help us despite he had a gruesome match before.


I could go on  talking about the violence matches that both Hendrix and Matsuda have done, but I think the way you were belittling them by saying Hendrix isn't World Champ material and Matsuda hasn't shown greatness in over a year is that you’re in denial, Gunner. That mindset of yours, is going to cost you and the rest of The Profane Covenant this match.


And you want to underestimate both of them as my back-up, Gunner? First off, neither of them are my back-ups. Both of them are my equals where the 3 of us are standing up to fight The Profane Covenant.


And second off all, let me ask you this:


Well, why are you having both Ryo Sakazaki and The Time Lizard as your back-ups? As I’ve mentioned and done countless times, I’ve beaten both of them in every chance I got. Ask them yourself. You’re actually making my situation easier, Gunner. 


If both Sakazaki and Lizard are the best you can have, then good luck for carrying the dead weights.


I’ve talked about how both Matsuda and Hendrix are valuable allies in this match as much as I know I’m a valuable ally to both of them too.


I've experienced countless violence matches. Thunderdome match. All or Nothing match. I've fallen from a 20 feet of a tron and still won the match, and so on.


And that is why I’m not perishing, Gunner. Yes, you’re not the first and you certainly are not going to be the last to tell me to perish myself. 


But do you know why you’re trying to tell me to perish? Do you know why the others before you tried to tell me the same thing?


Because they can't do it. They can't kill me. They can't end me. They can't stop my breathing.


That's why all you can do and all they can do is use words to try to tell me that I need to perish. Well, I’m certainly still kicking ass, including The Profane Covenant’s asses at Dreamworld.


And that's something burning you up, inside Gunner. You know so many people tried to end me but they can’t get the job done. What makes you think you're different from them? I said you're a tough individual, but….I don't think you’re that unique. At least not unique enough to stop my existence.


Tornado Tag Team Tables Elimination is just a child’s play compared to everything I’ve been through. And it is also a child’s play compared to everything both Matsuda and Hendrix have been through. 


So what exactly is your game plan to beat 3 of us, Gunner? Can you really trust both Ryo and The Time Lizard? As I said, I’ve beaten both of them countless times before. But not just me, both Matsuda and Hendrix also have beaten both Ryo and The Time Lizard a lot of times in the past too, including in the very recent Shield and Sword Tournament.


One man army is not enough to stop 3 wrecking balls, so once again, what are you going to do, Gunner?


And you said I’m just a hope. Well, with everything I’ve said about how both Matsuda and Hendrix are great competitors who are very capable of violence, with how I’ve beaten both Ryo and The Time Lizard so many times, and with how familiar I'm with violence matches….


….I’m not just a hope. I’m a reality. The 3 of us are reality. Me, Matsuda, and Hendrix.


We’re the reality that is going to show The Profane Covenant that there is still someone above them and that's including myself, Matsuda, and Hendrix.


And with everything I've said, you’re actually the one that is at a disadvantage now, Gunner. 


I trust my team-mates. Can you trust yours as both of them always kneel on my knees? 


You might haven't done that yet….yet indeed, and in a one on one match, you might and I said: might be the victor, but sadly, as of right now, it's a 3 on 3 Tornado Tag Team Tables Elimination match, Gunner. 


At Dreamworld, you’re going to dream you wish you can do something to the 3 of us. You can try to do something at least.


And with all that being said, it’s been sometimes since I talked to both Ryo Sakazaki and The Time Lizard. I’m going to say both of you still suck.


I don't know how long are you both going to plan to keep changing allies or trying to convince everyone that you both are different now but to me, it’s still sad that you both are doing this for the sake of having the validation and acknowledgement from the others.


And for what? Both of you are desperately trying to look like some tough individuals and actually, both of you are, but that's just as far as psychically goes.


Mentality? I think that's the problem for both of you, Ryo Sakazaki, The Time Lizard. 


For all the smack talks you both have been chewing over the years, you both need to work on your mentality. You guys are too reliant on someone else, otherwise, you wouldn't keep doing this over the years. 


It is good to have allies and friends, but what’s the use of them without loyalty? 


That's another problem from both of you. Both of you are indeed treacherous piece of shits and I’m going to make sure The Profane Covenant is the last group you both are going to be part of, Ryo Sakazaki, The Time Lizard.


As Dreamworld is getting closer, I’m itching to throw the 3 of you to a table. I know Hendrix and Matsuda are capable of doing it too. Maybe the 3 of us are going to do 1 elimination respectively to bring the victory to our team.


But no matter what, no matter how, we’re going to send the message to The Profane Covenant that you’re not going to be able to achieve your goals easily. We’re standing in your way and we’re making you falling down.

As the echoes of your brilliant soliloquy reverberate around my mind, it reminds me of something I had said earlier when speaking about Jason Long.

The trademark of the failure which is Jason Long is all hype and no substance.

Jason Long, you’ve woven quite the masterpiece of a narrative so rich in fantasy, so dense with imagined authority, it seems you have forgotten where fiction ends and reality begins. Allow me to be the one to wake you up from your slumber and provide you with a dose of authenticity to reveal unto you the truth of what Dreamworld entails for you. You want to speak about the destruction of champions, the ushering of a new era for chaos to Olympus, all as if the mere act of proclamation bestows upon you a legacy worthy of acclaim and reverence. However, the unyielding and harsh truth of the matter, tells a far different tale than you want the world to buy into with you. You are not the harbinger of a new era, Jason. You may dream of it. You may pray to every imagined deity you hold dear for it to become reality. You can hope and aspire to be a legend in this business as I have become over the years, but the truth is you will never achieve that hope with the path you have chosen to take. You are nothing more than a cautionary whisper in the annals of history in this industry—a fleeting shadow mistaken briefly for substance when you claimed the OWA World Championship a while ago. You may want to regale us with the stories from the golden brand of Kingdom to make your case. You may want to remind us of moments where you felt to truly be a king among mere mortals who could only hope to don the crown you wore. You want us to believe you to be the titan who ruled strong and fierce as he conquered those who would dare approach his throne. These grandiose claims you have made are left wanting, Jason. The foundation you created for this fragile kingdom in the Profane Covenant—no, your entire career, has been marked with nothing more than failure. You may want to believe it is the strength you possess, the expertise you have been able to attain over your years in the industry, and even might believe supernatural might to be the hallmark of your crown. The only crown you hold is a crown for fools who have been unable to see past their nose of the truth they have failed to embrace. Your ascension in this landscape has not been through the demonstration of undeniable skill or irrefutable might you have manifested between the ropes of the ring we are set to do battle within. You have achieved your rise in this company through sheer happenstance, through the cracks and crevices of a system you claim to despise yet desperately cling onto, as it provides your own source of relevance in a world you would have no name in otherwise. In short?

Your career has been a masterclass in the art of illusion, Jason.

You’ve played the part of conqueror, cloaking yourself in the guise of a chaotic visionary here in Olympus, peddling the same rhetoric of change and destruction I formerly donned the crown for? However, what has the visionary been able to change? What has this Profane Covenant destroyed other than the potential legacies of those who have truly brought forth integrity and prestige to our sport? Your victories, few and fleeting, have no lasting impact and no imprint upon the fabric of professional wrestling. They are but echoes, quickly lost in the cacophony of greater, more enduring triumphs. With all the screaming and fighting the Profane Covenant have displayed over the past few weeks, they have not provided any true destruction which cannot be repaired. My vengeance will come in the form of your blood staining my hands when I decimate the false crowned king at Dreamworld, other people will have their own form of comeuppance at the event, but what will Jason Long and his legion have done unto Olympus except delay the inevitable? Even your entry into Olympus was heralded with such fanfare in costing me the Immortal Heavyweight Championship, but shares the same fate as your entire career—loud, bold, and utterly devoid of substance. For you may want to stand here to proselytize about the coming of the destruction prophesied by the words of Belial when I served as his vessel, you may want to stand here to let the world wonder about death and rebirth, the ending of this old figure of wrestling who has outlived his welcome, the beginning of bearing witness to what should be of wrestling cataclysm, but each grand declaration you have made only reveals the deeper depths of your own personal delusion. Equating this floundering attempt of imitation of the man I once was as Immortal Heavyweight Champion with the dominance provided from the calculated, precise artistry of true champions who represent prestige is to mistake a candle for the sun. You don’t compare in the grand scale of the wrestling industry because once again, as I have mentioned before, you have no passion or heart for this business to push you further and endure the greatest punishments this business will hope to inflict upon you. You don’t possess the fortitude and stamina once the spotlight has been placed upon you to persevere and thrive in the pressure it places upon you. Your OWA World Championship title reign was more than proof of that and Dreamworld, I will personally provide the example to the entire world of how much Jason Long has remained the perennial failure of the industry without a hope in the world to repair what he has destroyed himself. You have allowed the profound truth to elude you. You have permitted this delusion of hype alone to be capable of sustaining your legacy as a wrestler perverted your mind. The deafening reaction of the crowd, the spotlight of the main event—these are but fleeting pleasures. They fade, Jason. They fade faster than your resolve when faced with a true challenge. And when the lights dim, when the applause dies down, what are you left with?

Only the stark, unrelenting reality of your inadequacies as a wrestler.

You’ve positioned yourself as this savior of Olympus through its very destruction by your hand. A messiah of ruination destined to lead this brand into a new era by your hand, under Asmodeus’ watchful gaze. This appointed role betrays a deeper, more crippling flaw into your character: a desperate need and desire to be revered, feared, and formidable in the eyes of those around you. You have surrounded yourself with the trappings of power—the factions, the ominous rhetoric, eventually the championships—but strip these away, and what remains? A child driven not by a genuine desire to elevate the sport but by an insatiable craving for validation from his peers that he actually is a great wrestler. Do you know what this means for us, Jason? It means the challenge at Dreamworld is not just against me or any other wrestler who would have stepped into my shoes to stand against you. Your true battle in this match is with the very persona you have crafted with this Profane Covenant. The war you seek to wage is with the image you have desperately projected when you entered the Olympus brand to the world stage. You have created all of this hype and propaganda to deliver the message of chaotic destruction to the world, but it has led you into a battle you are ill-equipped to be able to take part in, for it requires a level of introspection and humility you have consistently shown to be incapable of possessing. For as you have mentioned, you currently have a crown resting upon your brow formerly worn by me. You can recount the tales of my past all you want of how I did whatever I could to usurp thrones, dethrone kings, usher in an era of chaos and dominance where I forced and demanded the wrestling world to bring me its finest to deliver an end to it all. Understand this, this chaos you hope to create to produce a wasteland will not provide a peace where you can be the man you aspire to be—it is the calm determination of a warrior-poet scripting epics with each drop of blood spilled in this sacred ring to create what you hope to become. The times have indeed changed from the days when I wore the crown of the Goetial King, wearing the Immortal Heavyweight Championship around my waist with pride and prestige to my name, and pressing every single person who stood in my path underneath the heel of my boot to show them where they belong when across the ring from me. With that said, the core of what I am, what I have always been in this industry, remains unaltered by the sands of time even if the evils of demonic influence have been removed from me.

The absolute best damn wrestler this or any company has ever been able to lay their eyes upon.

With Dreamworld only a mere few days away from us, preparing to write the next chapter in the war waged between Olympus and the Profane Covenant, I do implore you to consider the legacy you wish to leave when everything is said and done with your career. Do you honestly wish to continue to chase shadows, grasp at the vestiges of a greatness which will proceed to elude you as time marches on, suffering with every passing second? Or will you confront the painful truth staring you right in the face as you look into the man in the mirror—that you are, and have always been, all hype and no substance? A fluke chasing the moment he was allowed to release from his grasp all on his own. For me, I will continue to do what I have been determined to do since I shed the crown of The Goetial King: fight with honor, compete with integrity, and demonstrate through action what it truly means to be a champion in this industry. I don’t need to cloak myself in the fantasy you create in false narratives or surround myself with sycophants who will whisper into my ears all the satisfying words to stroke my ego and validate my worth for me. My legacy is written with the sweat and blood expelled from my body, spilled into the very ring where I have waged war against the greatest and most talented names to ever grace a wrestling ring, and in the respect from those who truly understand the heart of this sport. You could have done the exact same thing on your path to glory here in OWA, you have not strayed to the path of darkness which will seek to corrupt entirely your soul, but you have played the cruelest of jokes upon yourself with this Profane Covenant, Jason. You have perpetrated this lie, the one in which you’ve cast yourself as a king in a kingdom of your own creation, blind to the fact your throne is built on sand. As Ozymandias lied in ruin to declare unto the world, I will make sure the epitaph of Jason Long when this match is said and done will read:

My name is Jason Long, The King of Immortality
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

For there will be no work to find. Nothing will remain, but only the decay. Boundless and bare will be the monuments to stand with your legacy as the lone and level sands stretch far and wide.

Death will become the fate which awaits you as you step into the realm of Dreamworld, enter into my domain where I rule, and stand across the ring to meet me face-to-face instead of striking me from behind with a lead pipe. You speak of this concept with familiarity, but yet are so misunderstood on the destination this concept will take. Death has beckoned Olympus previously, there was a time when the shadows it cast seemed long enough to engulf the light it sought to kindle by my hand, and death had a vessel in the form of Darkane to try to snuff the light I shielded once before. However, here I stand as the new man you are met with disgust to see before you. Resurrected into this form not by chance, not by the whims of fate, but the sheer force of will and unyielding desire to propel Olympus to heights it has never seen before and avoid the chaos you so dearly wish to sow and bring down upon this brand. This is why your arrival, cloaked in darkness the Profane Covenant has placed upon you like a shroud, brings not fear as you would have hoped it to strike into the hearts of the warriors our brand possesses. It stands as a clarion call to arms to those who share the spirit of integrity, valor, and prestige to fight against this force who is determined to bring forth ruin and disaster to Olympus. These shadows accompanying you as demons, these mirrored visages of despair, they do not intimidate—they invigorate. They remind me of the depths from which I’ve risen and the heights I am determined to achieve in spite of the former crown I adorned as The Goetial King. You may want to question those who answer the call to stand beside me against your Profane Covenant, in the sanctity of our shared struggles, but know this. The bonds forged in the fires of adversity are unbreakable, tempered by the trials you’ve yet to truly understand, and your greed and vanity will not shatter them. You stand with your arrogant pride to cast aspersions on the redemption I have gained for what I have done with that crown of darkness as a vessel for Belial, but you fail to grasp in this narrative of destruction the underlying strength propelling Olympus forward. After the world was stripped from my hands by Elijah Hampton and forced to reflect on the decisions I made on my path to become Immortal Heavyweight Champion, I saw the truth. I recognized the era I had hoped to dismantle through a cataclysm unknown to this world previously was not mine to destroy, but it was mine to elevate and transform from the visions of glory and prestige into the lasting legacies the world will reflect on when our days have come and gone. You may have birthed this legion from the remnants of broken desires and shattered ambitions as The Goetial King, but you do not stand before me as harbingers of a new dawn ready to bring its violent storm into Olympus. You stand as the last desperate cries of a wrestler who has failed when the world has been presented to him with open arms at every given opportunity. You align yourself with shadows and specters, believing their whispers promise power, but in your heart, you must sense the hollowness of their convictions. You can feel the deception laced within their words. You know the lies they preach are false, but you accept them either way.

For you know without this legion you have surrounded yourself with, you would be exposed as the charlatan you are. The failure of this generation.

Dreamworld will not be the coronation you have been dreaming it will be, Jason. It will not be the night where the desire of the Profane Covenant will be brought into the light of day. Dreamworld will be the night of reckoning for you and those demons you have decided to stand beside. It will be the stage where the illusions you have so masterfully crafted to present yourself to the world with are shattered beyond repair, where the pretensions around the name Jason Long are stripped away to be laid bare for the world to see, and where the true heart of a champion will reign supreme when I hold your bloodied head in my hand to present to the entire world to show you do not belong in the sacred ring with me. In that hallowed battleground of the wrestling ring where he was forced to do battle, it will not be a simple fight of pride. It will not be a match where I hope to reclaim the Immortal Heavyweight Championship I should have never lost in the first place. It will not simply be the avenging of the slight of how you prevented me to keep that championship when you cracked my skull open with a lead pipe. It will be a war to reaffirm to the entire wrestling world what it means to be what I will make sure you don’t achieve: champion. This match will be to demonstrate to the entire world true strength lies not in the dominion you hold or the destruction you seek, but in the resilience to keep fighting when no one believes you can. It is in the integrity of how you present yourself and achieve these victories against such devious foes. It is in the unwavering desire to claim glory and bring forth prestige to every factor of the wrestling industry we have decided to call our home. Dreamworld, I will not take pleasure in simply defeating you, but in exposing the hollow core beneath the grandiose facade you have manifested. When the final bell tolls, when the echoes of our clash fade into history, and you are left to reckon with the ruins of your covenant, remember this moment. Remember this was what you wanted to bring forth into this world, Jason.

Remember the storm you have summoned upon you, remember the boundless rage you have unleashed. Remember The Punisher, the tempest you shall not escape from.

Nice Things Pt. 2

Grand Traverse Bay
1800 - Cloudy Weather?

“Alright, turn it on. I’m ready to roll!”

Suddenly, the camera turns on. Inside of a fun and slightly small boat, Colton notices a young lady with Kenji and Maya. A sincere smile arrives on his face as he gives a wave to his kids. After turning his attention to his host for the OWA journey, Dilan Valentine, Colton pops open a beer and takes a sip of it.

“You mentioned that you wanted to talk a little more about Asakura and Bishop ahead of your match. I assume you rowed us all the way out here so you wouldn’t be heard cursing up a storm in front of the kids.”

“Remember who I was married to? There was a lot of cursing, mostly in Japanese. I hope they aren’t fluent yet.”

“Alright, big man. Talk to them.”

“Why, hello there. Bishop and Asakura,our time is coming and it seems like all of us are on the same page. Is that a normal thing for the opponents to agree with one of the wrestlers about their deadbeat tag partner?”

Pondering the intense belief that Allesandro is going to choke worse than a weird Romanian guy, Colton continues.

“I guess history has been made. You know, for the first month or two of being here, I always had this mindframe of how I know my opponents, but they don’t seem to know me. I thought they would make assumptions and make mistakes here. You two, though.. Man, I can’t say that anymore. The honeymoon phase has ended, I have just now realized that. I’ve probably seen more Michael Bishop matches and more Arata Asakura matches than you’ll ever see of my matches. That isn’t a knock on you guys. The crappy part is, unfortunately, you guys saw me and Sabertooth. You saw me and Striker. I’m a bit on the predictable side, admittedly.

Yeah, I know.. Despite my best efforts to mask the flaws in the ring, they stick out like a sore thumb. I let people beat on me while I come up with a strategy. That’s what got me past Sabertooth, let’s be honest. I knew he’d hit me and he’d hit me hard. It was that moment, though, I felt it.. Barely. He dropped me on my head and I was all but out cold. As soon as he fell on me for the pin, though, instincts kicked in and I rolled him up. He’s a man of finesse and incredible speed. You two just beat the shit out of people. I mean, wow. You two have a lot of similarities that introduced a new style, but it’s your differences that could make you the greatest tag team in the history of wrestling. That is, if you can get past the small things.”
Taking another sip of his beer, Colton kicks his legs onto the edge of the boat. He seems to be on cloud nine.

“I know you’re asking each other right now, ‘What small things?’. I get a lot of time on my hands when I’m at home. Sure, there’s going to the gym.. I do have a tendency of watching wrestling with the brats playing. I watched replays of Divine Retribution and Dreamworld. Of course, I would. It wasn’t about me, it was about trying to find some flaws you two have. It wasn’t easy, I’ll say that much.

Still, I dissected the shit out of those matches. I even took some diligent notes, but it didn’t feel like I was getting my point across. What I found, though, is a common problem when two singles wrestlers try to make it work as a team. Hear me out on this. During your match with Devi and Stark, I saw a clear miscommunication that nearly knocked you out, Bishop. You know which one I’m talking about. That wild knee that nearly struck your head. You even called it out. Asakura kept you on your toes, but he also maintained control of the match. Smart move.

What wasn’t so smart was the lack of cutting off the ring at Dreamworld. I know, I know. Who am I to talk about your mistakes? Well, you two were singles wrestlers who became tag team wrestlers. I’m a tag team wrestler who became a singles wrestler. I’ve been in a lot of places with my best friend and we tore the house down every time we could. The Gaijin Playboys, we were pretty good in PWRush, but that was a different time. Thousands of matches, I knew what Roddy was going to do before he did it, and it was the same way with me.You two will get there, obviously at a faster pace than we did. God, I miss teaming with people worthwhile.

I guess, if I’m saying anything at all.. I believe in you two as a tag team. Maybe what I said is going to help you guys come together even more as a team. Maybe not. I have no idea where the future is, but I do know that I’ll be seeing all of this inside of the ring at OWA 6.”

Before they knew it, Colton and Dilan have found themselves in the middle of the Grand Traverse Bay. While Dilan made the attempt to turn the boat around, Colton had other ideas in mind.

“I think we’re far enough out.”

“Oh no.. Should I cover my ears?”

“You should cover your ears..”

As Dilan set the camera down on the edge of the boat, he politely covered his ears.

“Allesandro Devastation…

What in the living FUCK is wrong with you? You know what really pisses me off about this entire thing? They could have picked ANYBODY. I mean fucking ANYBODY to team with me and be worth more than you. They could have given me El Landerson. They could have given me other people.. Fuck sakes, they could have given me Jesus Christ, complete with the hoop earrings and THEY would have been better than you. They would at least have the courage to tag into the match because I know YOU won’t. Instead, you’re going to sit on your ass and watch two world class wrestlers put quite a beating on me. Yeah, if you haven’t learned by now, it’ll take a lot to keep me down. Two of them, it just might happen.

Is that right? Is this the grand plan of the ‘American Dream’ Champion? You don’t even know what the fuck the American Dream is. That dream wasn’t created for boys playing with Daddy’s money. Fucking hell dude, you may as well open a god damn promotion with it and let those ratings slip down the shitter. Yeah, that sounds like something you’d pull off and pull off well. Asakura said it himself, YOU are the reason he hates America.

Asakura, I’m American, true and blue.. Even I agree with that. He puts a bad name on Americans. The true American Dream is to get out there and succeed because you got your hands dirty and you earned the life you deserve. Numbnuts isn't the American Dream. He's a pretender, Arata. Don't let that idiot ruin America for you. Allesandro, for a guy who tries this whole enigma style to himself, you are very predictable. Bishop and Asakura are going to work as a team, all but guaranteeing that the two of us will be on the losing end. I know that. Hear me out, I know that you’re going to do as little as possible, holding onto some damn miracle that I beat one of them. Okay, maybe I could beat one of them in a one on one environment, but not as a team. They get it. They’re learning that aspect so fast that my own recommendations to them will mean nothing by the end of OWA 6. They will have figured it out. Then what? You go back and air some bullshit about how great of an American you are?

You aren’t even American, dumb shit! You never have been and never will be. Dude, I know your father and he RARELY stays in the US for more than a trip to Wafflehouse! Ask Kev how it felt to hold a child who didn’t shit on his values? Yeah, that’s right. He held my children, and I could see that little twinkle in his eyes. Something I doubt you ever saw from him.

Don’t butt into my matches, you idiot. I would rather face both men by myself and see just what I can do in the ring with amazing talent. Instead, I’m stuck with you. We’re far enough from shore that they won’t hear it.. Okay, I think we’re clear.

Fuck you, Allesandro. I ain’t Nostradamus, but I’m damn sure you’re not going to carry your weight against those two. No, of course not. You know who will have to carry that shit, though? Yeah, me. This is what you’re giving me? Who signed off on this shit?”

“For those not aware.. Colton Saint dislikes Allesandro.”

“I’m sure they are aware by now. Who likes this guy?! What has he ever done to warrant anyone giving half a shit what he thinks or does? He fucked over Matsuda in Wrestleworld and has proceeded to do nothing since. This belt he’s running around with, it’s a relic. It’s nothing. Like the European title, that thing died before Cynthia lost it. Those titles, whether they want to admit it or not, don’t carry the value of an OWA World Championship or MY OWA Spartan Championship. Not because I’ve made the thing prestigious, no. I’m holding this title as a thank you to every wrestler who made this belt worth what it is. If it ends tomorrow, I’ll live. If it never ends, even better. This isn’t the American Dream Championship, it ain’t made of plastic.

Actually, now that I have gotten all of this off my chest, I feel pretty damn good.”

“Really?”

“Yep. I feel great.

Fuck You Allesandro.”

“Alright, alright. Any last things you want to say to Bishop or Asakura before your match with them?”

“Sure, why not. Asakura and Bishop.. I know what I’m walking into when we share that ring with each other. I’d be a fool if I said I felt confident that I’d be walking away with my hand held high. No, I can’t even begin to fathom that idea because of the numbnuts I have to team with. It’s annoying that THIS is what you guys are getting at OWA 6. I feel bad, genuinely bad. You guys deserve better, but I think the ink has dried if you know what I mean.

I’ll do my best against you two. Asakura brings that strong style and Bishop brings that smashmouth badass style. I know I’m leaving with some damage. Maybe it’s the reality check I need, or maybe it’s motivation to ensure Allesandro stays out of my damn business. If it’s two on one, fine. If it’s two on two, it may as well be two on one. To that, I will say this to the two of you.

May be the best win. I don’t see a team on my end. Not one that can touch yours, but I’m damn sure going to make this worth it for the fans. They deserve it. You deserve it, and damn it, I deserve it.

Dil, I think that’s about it. Let’s cut it.”

“Alright, we’re counting down. Wrap it up.”

“OWA fans, enjoy the show. Bishop and Asakura, you boys rock. We’re going to tear the house down hopefully.. And um..

Fuck Allesandro.”

OOC: My apologies to Rev and Nat for not doing a good job with these promos. You both still rock!

We join Chad Ecclestone in the middle of a classroom in one of Los Angeles’ many inner city schools. He’s seated on an uncomfortable orange plastic chair as the teacher – a rotund, friendly fellow in a second-hand suit – welcomes him to the class, the children seated in a half-circle in front of the actor, wrestler, and humanitarian hero. Four separate camera crews are posted up in different spots around the already-crowded room, filming this totally organic gesture of goodwill and social equity for various news organizations. He’s scrolling through his phone, totally checked out and barely paying heed to his introduction, until the teacher clears his throat a few times to get Chad’s attention. He snaps to it, putting his phone in his pocket, clasping his hands, and leaning forward in his chair to speak down to the assembled kids.


“Oh, please, Mr. Ecclestone, you can call me Mack.”


“...that’s correct, Mr. Ecclestone,” confirms the jovial educator.


“Please, watch your language in front of the children…”


“Good, Mr. Ecclestone!” comes the surprisingly polite and probably well-rehearsed response from the class.


“Ooooh!” exclaims the class in response.


Shrugging, Chad accepts a copy of his book, handed to him by an assistant. He passes it off to the teacher, who instructs the children in their assignment for the day: reading a page aloud to the rest of the class. He passes it to the nearest student, and Chad leans back in his chair as the children recite the glorious and true words he’s written. While they read from his book, he smiles benevolently at them, feeling like he’s finally, truly making a difference in the lives of the less fortunate. Until, that is, one of his aides steps into frame and leans down to whisper into his ear.

With that message delivered, the man steps away from Chad Ecclestone, who offers no visible sign that he’s heard the troubling news. He digs deep, drawing upon his almost infinite well of acting talent and self-control, attempting to keep a straight face as the children take turns reading excerpts from his book. The master thespian manages to conceal his emotions for minutes, but finally it’s too much to bear. The dam breaks, and he jumps to his feet swiftly, his face suddenly red with outrage as he wades through the seated circle of children to get right up close to one of the news cameras in the room.


Chad pauses, as if expecting a response from a man who isn’t even in the room with him, before finally shrugging and shaking his head in disappointment.


“Uhhh… Mr. Ecclestone…” cuts in Mr. Daily, hesitant to put himself between the champion and his insane monologue.


The thespian reaches down to snatch the advance copy of his autobiography from the hands of one of the children, who bursts into tears. Chad pays the crying no mind, though, for he has bigger fish to fry. He turns on his heels and stomps out of the room, pausing only to flip one of the tables on his way out.

Next class: recess, bitches.

Cassie stomped out of the ‘living room’ - if you could even call it that. A beat up, old couch sat in the middle of the room facing a knock-off, big box store brand television that they probably stole from somewhere and a few chairs scattered around. It wasn’t much, but to be completely honest - none of them really spent much time here. After Darkane’s exit, after Cassie kicked the lamp so that it spun on its side to only be stopped by the cord that was already stretched to its maximum limit. The door of the bedroom she stormed into slammed shut, leaving just OZIAS in the living room - shaking his head, exhaling a frustrated sigh.

It was only a few moments later that Victoria slipped out of the room dedicated to Maisie. She quietly closed the door, and turned her head to see OZIAS sitting in one of the fold out chairs. “Where is she?” Victoria said in a whisper, but loud enough for OZIAS’ head to turn in her direction.

Without verbally replying, only giving her an upward nod - head slightly tilted to the left, giving Victoria that she went into the other bedroom. Nodding, Victoria slowly moved down the hallway as quietly as she could before sinking down onto the couch. “This is crazy.” she said, placing her elbow onto the couch arm before lowering her head into her hand. Her fingers combed through her brunette hair, the stress of everything weighing on her right now. “Lazarus doesn’t-not answer my calls or texts. And he hadn’t responded to Cassie either.”

OZIAS let out a low groan, “You shouldn’t worry. Laz can take care of himself - he needs you here for Maisie.”

“Yeah, well. Maisie needs her father - and I…” she stopped herself, going quiet. OZIAS’ eyes moved to find hers as she cleared her throat. “With everything going on, I just think he needs to be here making a plan with Darkane. The Profane Covenant is coming for Darkane’s SoulStone and will stop at nothing to get it. Hana and Emmy are coming for the tag titles; they’re backed into a corner.” She said, jumping into a new topic. “And him just going missing is the last thing we need.”

“Lazarus and Darkane are at their best when their backs are against the wall.” His eyes narrowed onto her when she turned her head to look in his direction. “You don’t corner a rabid, bloodthirsty animal - it never ends well.”

She fell silent, his words running through her head. Finally, she spoke up. “So how do you feel about it?” ….

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“This feels good. This feels right. For the longest time, it felt as if I were stuck in the same cycle of just going through the motions. There was no focus, no way to direct my violence - but you’ve shown me the way. I thank you for what you’ve done, but the OWA should not because what comes next is a literal massacre. The Profane Covenant, you’ve opened a door and allowed me re-entry into the world I’ve known since I can remember. The world of Violence. True, unadulterated, limitless violence. What you did to my brother will be settled - but first, we show Hana and Emmanuel’s the meaning of real, and true, violence. So I thank you; I needed that reminder.”

“I have to ask a couple of questions, though. If at first you don’t succeed, do you change your strategy - or do you plow headfirst into the brickwall with no changes hoping that it gives? When looking up to the titans that stand atop the mountain - the same ones that have already sent you tumbling back to the ground - do you think of a new way to approach, or do you climb right back up the same path hoping to catch them off guard while their eyes have been focused on you the entire time?”

“Intelligence would gift you the answer to these questions, but it’s a trait that isn’t shared by the duo that claim to be the next tag team champions. It’s embarrassing to listen to them trying so desperately to match the energy and characteristics of Darkane and I - especially when it comes to Hana. She continuously jumps the line of remorse and impenitence; apologetic and even, at-times, willfully ignorant - blaming her transgressions on Havoc and that it wasn’t of her doing. But in the next breath, she’s taking full credit for the atrocities. Her approach changes depending on the situation she finds herself in - and when facing the two tyrants, blood soaked titans of Olympus - low-and-behold, the Hana Nakajima that comes to fight is the merciless killer.”

“Am I surprised? No. But it’s clear that she feels a certain way as we approach this match. First the asinine belief that I fear her. I’m a man who’s looked the Death Reaper directly in the eyes and left him reduced to ashes, before the powers of God resurrected him. I’m a man who’s stood alone against legions of men, and left them sliced into pieces - but yet I fear some stupid bitch who straddles the line of good and evil like a cheap whore straddles the lap of a John? Grasping at straws, throwing shit to the wall to see if it sticks, talking out of her ass; you pick the metaphor, either way it all sums it up the same.”

“All I hear are the repeated sentences, ‘almost beat you’. She has no grasp on reality. Almost in this profession does not exist. Almost is the same thing as losing; which you did. Did I feel the warm breath of the challengers on the nape of my neck back when we faced them? Sure, I will admit that. But what happened? I drove my elbow into the back of Hana’s fucking skull. I drove my elbow into Emmanuelle’s fucking jaw while Darkane cut her in half. The Seventh Ward dissected another team that wanted to challenge, and we stood tall at the end. It’s asif the constant banter of ‘almost winning’ exists to convince someone of their worth. It does not achieve the desired effect with us; but what of you, Hana? Does it help you sleep at night thinking you had a chance? Have we gotten that far underneath your skin? Has the Seventh Ward burrowed themselves into your brain to the point where you rock yourself, clutching your knees to your chest, repeating the same mindless babble? All you needed were three seconds to defeat us, but you couldn’t find them when you came to us as new, fresh competition. Competition that we had never faced before; so what makes this time any different? Because you’ve beaten a who’s-who list of randomly paired teams? Our problems with the Profane Covenant aside, the Seventh Ward watched the tournament - and we have been ready for the winners. We have been ready, knives and forks at the ready, for a new feast of the flesh; but this meal is just a second-helping. Old leftovers we’ve left to rot in the back of the fridge. Perhaps we were too easy on you the last time; perhaps we should have finished the job. Had we picked the bones clean, we wouldn’t be here exchanging these pleasantries again.”

“I will point the finger of blame on complacency, but don’t fret - I have found a new batch of venom to soak up, ready to soak - to drown you in when we enter the DreamWorld. As far as Darkane? My new found level of hatred, of violence and of bloodlust will spread to him like a disease, infecting my brother even more-so than he is now. When that happens, we will revel in the torture that is forced upon you and Emmanuelle. Until then, you sit locked within your head - forced to replay every second of our last encounter, trying to pick it apart and find holes in our tandem. We’re inside of your head, Hana, and all of those insecurities that you try to hide are showing. You try to hide your fear of losing, your fear of becoming irrelevant - and we see through it. We see through the bravado, the facade that you try to make us all believe. You’re not this demonic killer that you’re claiming to be, because months ago you were apologizing to Marie and offering her championship opportunities. You’re not the demonic killer that snapped your own husband's neck and showed no remorse. At best, you’re a schizophrenic with a split-personality - you’re nothing like us, even though you try your best to act it. We’ve gotten into your head, and you’re projecting in order to protect yourself - because you know that this is it. You know that when you fall to your knees in defeat in front of the Seventh Ward again, you will have fallen from the peak of this company, to the fucking bottom. Irrelevancy is too nice of a term to point to. Hana Nakajima might as well be dead - and that’s exactly what we aim to do this time.”

“We’ve wounded you physically. We’re currently tearing you apart mentally. We’re destroying you from the inside out, and the outcome of this match is a foregone conclusion at this point. The so-called ‘Queens’ will become victims of the rats - of the motherfucking savages that have made Olympus our graveyard since we stepped up to stand side-by-side. And two cunts who have been rendered worthless in every other aspect of their careers; two cunts that have been reduced to being throw aways from every other brand in this company will not stop us.”

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“The taste of the Silver Spoons has dissolved from their mouths; a new reality has set in. Hana and Emmanuelle both have felt the need to bring up their oh-so ‘tragic’ backstories of lavish lives; and then turn around and tell us about how hard they’ve had it coming up through this industry? That mindless chatter matters not, Emmanuelle - don’t you see? I don’t give a fuck about WrestleWorld, DreamWorld or whatever skeletons are in your closet from the beginnings of your career. Had I sat here and gone into detail of Kingdom Pro., or New Level Wrestling, or any other company I took part in - you would have gone on a tirade of how things that don’t happen here, don’t apply. I said what I said; you two are clinging onto this Tournament win asif you were just crowned the champions - but you weren’t. The tournament was designed around you, built for you - and I will not see it another way. They scraped the bottom of the barrel finding the teams, Nobi and Cloud included. Are they decorated? Yes. Are they a legitimate team? No. They stand as a unit, they do not travel as a team. They do not compete as a team. Darkane and I? Since the Seventh was formed - we have ripped through this company as a team. And here we stand, as the champions - and that’s not up for a debate or an argument.”

“I can assure you of one thing, though. Bow down, we will not be doing. What is there to bow down to? Egomaniacal narcissists who don’t know or understand the severity of the situation they’ve found themselves in? You’re too concerned with convincing us you’re experienced enough, and tough enough to withstand the onslaught that’s coming your way. Hana’s too concerned with trying to convince herself and anyone within earshot that she’s evil and sadistic just like we are, but couldn’t truly fathom the level of sadism that we are capable of. You said you don’t have to be more dangerous, smarter, tougher or stronger - all you needed were three seconds? All you needed were three seconds; and neither you, nor Hana could find them. It’s because we beat you as a fucking team. The tournament may have given you two some experience, but do I think things have changed? No. You still come to us, wet behind the ears, eager to show us exactly how ‘competitive’ you are. It didn’t help you the first time, it won’t help you now.”

“It’s because you two are not on the same page. Hana is confused, playing predator when she’s the prey. You’re confused, talking about Twitter and your fucking upbringing - when you should be trying to find that next gear that puts you in the winning column. Darkane, he’s fueled by Belial - something that you should definitely concern yourself with. He is evil's brightest lit match, with a snap of his fingers he will bring forth a wave of hellfire that will incinerate you and everyone you love and cherish. I have found my purpose, the one I have been searching for - for sometime. I have found what I need to fuel me through - and past - this insignificant challenge from the so-called ‘Queens’.”

“You will not get close, not even close enough to taste the gold. You and Hana will be ravaged, and no this time I will not excite you with promises of disembowelment. This time I will not tease you with torture. That’s all foreplay. You say you fuck back? Well then, you better be ready to have your souls sodomized and ripped apart then, because THAT is what we’re about.”

“You two want to act tough? You want depravity? You’re looking at the two most depraved men on this fucking roster - if not in this fucking industry. This is what you wanted right; your rematch? Well …”

“Welcome to your funeral.”

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[[Our camera opens up to show Nas in a snazzy suit sitting in his personal office in the Best Wrestling Academy. Standing next to him is his school’s head trainer and his right hand man Big Manks.]]

Ya know I just don’t get it. Things don’t have to be this way, yet as we can all plainly see…this is the direction we’re headed in. Can someone PLEASE explain to me why my opponent Chad Ecclestone, the current reigning defending Omega Wrestling Alliance World Champion, has decided to be a complete fuckin dick to me unnecessarily? I mean seriously Chad I want to know from your perspective? Do you have a personal issue with me despite the fact that we’ve never met or spoken a word to one another before? Are you being antagonistic because you hold true fear in your heart and mind that I will take that very championship from around your waist? Or…are you just a goddamn prick who loves to big himself up by putting others down for no fucking reason other than to stroke your own fragile little ego? You tell me, I’m curious. Because It really did not have to be like this whatsoever Champ. We don’t gotta be fuckin friends. We don’t have to exchange Christmas gifts or nothin. There’s no need for us to wanna see each other in a whole new light or something like that. All I was looking for was a great exhibition match against the top man in OWA with the flagship prize of our industry on the line. And that’s truthfully all you should want out of this too. But that don’t seem to be the case anymore. Because unless you wanted to have a problem with me in the first place, you wouldn’t create one. Unless of course you’re just a little snot nosed punk bastard who’s mouth gets him into more trouble than his pussy ass could truthfully fight his way out of? See because now you really got me fuckin amped up Chad. And I don’t mean excited for this big opportunity amped. I mean I’m gonna beat the absolute SHIT outta you amped! And I just gotta wonder. Do you like the sound of your own voice? And first of all lemme get one thing straight with you Chad. Since you wanna spit in the face of my respect that I gave towards you when I truthfully had zero reason to on my own end other than the fact that it’s just who I am and in my nature to do so, how about you do one thing for me at least. I’m not your guy, I’m not your bro. We definitely ain’t gonna be friends now. So don’t talk to me like I’m one of your little fuckin buddies running around in that locker room right now, do you understand me little boy? I’m sure now you’re fuckin proud of yourself huh you little dick muncher? Because before I said it didn’t matter if it were you, Filth, or anyone else in your position. And I’m assuming your self centered ass took that one to heart. You’re the center of your own little universe Chad Ecclestone. And you can’t have anyone running around here not giving you and your self induced hype the time of day. So now I am laser focused on you specifically. I don’t want to fight Rebecca Filth right now. I don’t desire to take on any other person in this company, whether they be from Kingdom, Olympus, Odyssey, wherever the fuck else! And I don’t care about any other champion at this very moment. You’re the only person I wanna fight now! Are ya happy with yourself there Chad? See because we could have just shared mutual respect with each other and had a killer match at OWA’s Sixth Year anniversary. A celebration of the past, present, and future of the Omega Wrestling Alliance. But you had to go and put yourself above all of it. You did the exact thing that I was originally giving you credit for NOT doing in fact. NOT being one of those outside influencers who comes into wrestling to take take and take without giving anything in return. But now wrestling is going to take from you. I’m going to take that respect from you since you won’t show it towards me! Specifically I’ll beat the fuckin respect out of you, ya little frog faced bastard! Without someone like me to pave the way for the likes of you, your little bitch ass wouldn’t have a platform in the first place, ya little smug cunt! So please tell me just one thing once it’s all said and done Chad. There’s only one simple question I want you to answer when the dust has settled…once the smoke has cleared…when the match is over and I’m standing over you raising MY new Omega Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Championship high into the sky! My music playing, the fans hollering at the top of their lungs. Standing on their feet in deafening adulation for me! All I want you to tell me is…was this really worth it in the end? You’re brash, you’re young, you’re ignorant…everything I would expect you to be. In other words Chad Ecclestone…you’re textbook. And I didn’t even think you would be. You revealed your hand when I was willing to give you the opportunity to present yourself as otherwise. And that may just be the saddest part about this. I gave you the most obvious opportunity to show me something different! To prove you were unique! Not just another cocky little bastard! Yet here you are now, showing your entire ass to be nothing but what a typical person in your position would be. You’re definitely NOT the special one I’ve been searching for to push our industry into the next level, that’s for sure!

[[Nasir Moore just shuts his eyes and shakes his head in disappointment while having his arms folded.]]

Am I a long winded story teller Chad? Why yes I am. Do I like telling grand tales to any and all who will listen to them? But of course. I could be no other way! It’s authentically who I am and the only thing I know how to be. Just as I authentically gave you all the credit in the world for becoming OWA World’s Champion before you decided to spit in the face of my generosity for no good reason whatsoever. I gave you credit for how you did it even. When most other people in my position would and already have chastised you and criticized you for how you utilized the briefcase in such an underhanded manner. I gave you all the credit in the world for being tactical because that’s the very nature of that particular accolade! We very well understood that when we created the Ascension to the Heaven’s! Plus you earn the right to use that briefcase anyhow you desire. You went through one of the most grueling, painful, career shortening matches in Professional Wrestling history to claim the ultimate opportunity. And you know what? You reap the rewards. Congratulations! I take zero issue with that whatsoever. If I were in your position Chad, I’d probably do very little differently. You’ve reached the pinnacle of our profession and that is something to cherish. You SHOULD be proud of yourself. But don’t let your self pride blind you from reality, young man. Reality being, you’ve made a thrilling exhibition match into a personal showdown all to boost your own ego. So I do how you’re prepared to face the consequences Mr. Ecclestone. You know the old saying? About being able to cash checks that your mouth writes? Well Mr. Heavyweight Champion of the World…we’re gonna find out if you're up to snuff on Saturday now aren’t we? Or if you’re just another conceited kid who blew his big shot in the spotlight because he got too big for his britches! See because that’s one thing I will give Moongoose McQueen credit for at the very least. He stands on business and is a man above all else. We are idealistically different in many ways. But we both agreed on one important detail. We settle our business head to head, face to face, man to man! I can respect the fact that when the bell finally rang and we stood off against one another, he brought his A game and he fulfilled his promises. He didn’t just make empty threats because they sounded cool or because it made him feel better about himself. Maybe consider that before running your mouth so eagerly little boy. Because you act like you hold the entire world and everything in it within the palm of your hands. This is the great Chad Ecclestone’s world and all the rest of us are lucky and privileged enough to live in it! The more I talk about you Chad…you make me think about those more maniacal sides of myself that have brought me my greatest shame in my existence. I was truly hoping to not be reminded of those times by seeing any of you. Because you lot that are supposed to be carrying the Omega Wrestling Alliance…scratch that, the ENTIRE Professional Wrestling Industry into the next great era…I don’t want any of you to be like how I was a few years ago! Because if even one of you is and has any sort of influence whatsoever…it could spell complete disaster for this entire business that we all love and care so much for. And I absolutely positively refuse to allow for that to happen ever again! So if I gotta put your ass down in order to get you and your big head in check, then I’m heading into OWA Six to do exactly that! There’s so much at stake in this one when it originally wasn’t meant to at all, but hey that’s the beauty of our crazy ass business ain’t it? I’ll save my profession from you. I’ll save the company I helped start from you. I’ll save the brand I was the first to main event for from you. But probably most importantly Chad Ecclestone…I’ll do what no one could do for me three years ago…I’ll save you from yourself! Because that’s the most important part! Not allowing you to be completely corrupted by power and greed just as I was! This matchup is far more appropriate than it has any right to be. You’d think on paper that some Hollywood influencer bigshot like you and a humble man like me should have zero in common. Like many others I’ve crossed paths with you seemed to have been predestined for greatness whereas I was always defying the odds of what was meant for me. An orphaned kid, considered undersized, could barely make it to the big leagues of pro wrestling at first. I toiled away in the independents honing my skills, and only got my first big break doing a parody gimmick that gave people some fun pops. But still I had glass ceiling after glass ceiling placed firmly above my head! And slowly but surely I found my voice…and my purpose! And that gave me strength. And I used that newfound power to BLAST STRAIGHT THROUGH EVERY CEILING, EVERY WALL, EVERY BARRIER ANYONE HAS EVER PUT IN MY WAY! Because you might have all the natural technique and charisma in the world Chad. Many MANY others did as well. Jacob Senn, Aren Mstislav, and Scott Oasis just to name a few…some of the greatest ever! I was never MEANT to be on their footing from the very beginning! BUT I FORCED MY WAY INTO THE HEARTS OF THE PEOPLE AND INTO THE RING FOR THOSE BIG MAIN EVENT MATCHES! AND SETBACK AFTER SETBACK MADE ME STRONGER! Eventually so strong that I truly was at one point undeniably the Best Wrestler Alive…even the almighty G.O.A.T. Jaywalker said so…

[[Nasir looks down and holds onto a framed picture sitting on his desk. It’s a photo of him with many of his closest friends over the years. Aren Mstislav, Aria Jaxon, Nathan Fiora, Kenny Drake, Finnegan Wakefield, Keelan Callihan, Stephanie Matsuda, Scott Oasis, and the late great Brody Sparks. Nas can be seen crying as his tears fall onto the picture frame.]] 

We all made a vow many years ago…that we’d change the business for the better. That we’d leave Pro Wrestling globally in a few greater state than how we entered it. I’d say we’ve already done a hell of a job at that, wouldn’t you agree old friends? Ya see Chad, you’ll come to understand greater what all I’m sharing with you in time. You couldn’t possibly comprehend all the words of wisdom I’ve been passing onto you here and now. It’s just not feasible. But the most important thing in this industry of ours that we cherish so deeply. It’s not the money made. It’s not the championships and accolades. It’s not statistical dominance. And I knew that for a while. But as I began to achieve the great successes that many told me was impossible for someone of my pedigree…I lost sight of what was most important myself. I had to exile myself. Live in complete isolation for years. Reflect on every single last decision of my life up to that point to truly see the bigger picture. Or should I say…this specific picture. Because this is the most important thing at the end of the day. It’s the bonds we forge. With both our peers and the fans. It’s the memories we create that become immortalized. It’s not that you ARE an OWA World Champion. It’s the night, the moment when you cashed in your Ascension to the Heaven’s Briefcase to BECOME Omega Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Champion! That’s what people will remember you for for the rest of eternity. You say I’m just a man of the past. Many have for some time. No. I’m no old relic. As a matter of fact. I’m not the past…I’m not the present…Nor am I the future. Chad Ecclestone…no EVERYONE! If there’s anything to take away from any of this…it’s this line right here: Nasir Moore is TIMELESS! Who I am, what I represent, the things I’ve gone on to both achieve and innovate. They will outlive all of our mortal bodies…but my spirit will resonate through all of it and through all the people who experience OWA Wrestling! Because the tale of David vs. Goliath will always exist on our history as a people. There will always be legendary stories of Prodigies being upset by Underdogs. The man who holds all the keys to the kingdom will always be knocked off from his perch by the one he least expects. No king suspects that they’ll be usurped from their throne by some commoner…yet I’ve stolen the crowns from dozens of them. I’ve personally made a living out of it! Because the one true special quality I’ve always possessed more so than anyone else. Whether they're faster than me, stronger than me, more durable than me, more agile than me, smarter than me…it’s like I said earlier Chad, my voice is my greatest weapon! And I’ve honed the ability to use it with pure mastery. When I speak, people listen! I command respect with my presence when I hold a microphone! All I know how to do is be completely honest and speak from the heart to the people. I’m not good at gimmicking myself up. I’ve never been a good actor. I’m terrible and playing a role or part that is not purely ME! And people resonate with that. They feel my authenticity. I share my entire being with them. Physically, Mentally, Emotionally, AND Physically. And in turn they give all of that energy right back to me! THAT is what fuels me to achieve the impossible! That’s how I’ve managed to toppled the giants of this industry for damn near a decade now! And I ALWAYS encourage all of those out there to do the exact same as I am. Maybe not here in Pro Wrestling, but in whatever you desire to do the absolute most! An old saying some of you may recall from years back is…I aspire to inspire. That’s the most important thing to me now. To be that beacon of hope! To show to anyone and everyone else out there in this scary, complicated life of ours…that if I can do the things I’ve done despite my life circumstances, NOTHING is stopping you from doing the same if it’s what you truly desire! You just gotta be hungry, and you gotta put in the time and effort. Pour your blood, sweat, and tears into what you’re most passionate for…and eventually you’ll see results! One thing I forgot after a while was a lesson I learned as a kid. When you give love to Pro Wrestling, Pro Wrestling will love you back ten fold! And I’ve not felt this much love in a very VERY long time! And just to clarify for you specific Mr. Ecclestone, this ain’t the same type of vain cockiness you exhibit on a daily basis. This is confidence that I’ve EARNED through the years! And it’s the very same confidence that will make me feel superhuman! I promise you Chad Ecclestone, you have NEVER faced any man, woman, or otherwise inside of a professional wrestling ring quite like me. So I truly hope you’re prepared for the single greatest battle of your life. Because the NEXT OWA World Champion sure is!

[[Nas gets up and walks over to his wall of championships hanging in the office. He reaches up and rubs his hand on the empty space that’s currently been reserved for the Omega Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Championship. Nasir Moore just makes a wide, confident grin as the camera fades to black.]]

No title. 
One broken nose. 
And at least six missed calls from Hiyori. 

That summed up his night after Olympus finished airing. To say that it sucked was the understatement to end all understatements. He rarely walked during the night and the times that he did were because he was going through emotional turmoil to such a significant degree that sleeping felt impossible. This night was one of those sleepless wander around the streets type of nights. 

Despite having what others called a god complex, Tatsuo could take losses on the chin. The training required for Kyoushin karate was tough for a reason—to cultivate the mind as well as the body; Any traits that would've mutated into sore loser behavior were quickly beaten out of him. Tatsuo also disliked long uninterrupted streaks of victory. In the same way that one would view losing streaks as demoralizing, he viewed winning streaks as sense-dulling temptations. Victory was good, many victories were great, but to be unopposed as a fighter because the competition isn't up to bar is nauseating. The worse thing that could happen to him is for fighting to become boring and not worth his time. 

His reign was around half a year long and every opponent who stepped up to him was soundly beaten—some with more animosity behind his actions than others. From that perspective alone, losing the belt to Ryo should've brought him some kind of solace. It should've if it happened under 'normal' circumstances and not...this one. 

He recalled the events as he walked down the dimly lit sidewalk, his eyes narrowing soon after. 

It was betrayal. Anyone who had half a brain could clearly see that. Ryo sought nothing more to immolate his enemies and take them down with him. Feeling looked over, ignored, and taken advantage of, Ryo turned his flames onto him, destroyed their friendship, and took his belt with him while leaving Tatsuo a broken mess, his match against Graham looming over him like an imposing shadow. It seemed to be well-agreed on that it was a brutal betrayal...yet Tatsuo found himself refusing to acknowledge it as that at all. Hell, he didn't acknowledge what happened at all. 

Thinking about the events left a sour taste in his mouth. It might be because they were still fresh in his mind, it might be because his nose still stung even after it was bandaged, or it might be because they reminded him of memories that he preferred stayed buried. It might even be all of those things. He didn't know and even if others used his betrayal to lambaste Ryo, he didn't know if he could even blame him. His entire philosophy of combat was that every match, no matter how minor, was a game of kill and be killed. How could he blame Ryo for acting on a similar philosophy? 

"Because he wasn't." A voice rang out. "How can you call yourself an Honored One if you're so focused on material attachments, brat?" 

Tatsuo halted in his steps and turned around. He was so focused on everything that happened on Olympus that he failed to realize that he wandered so far away from his hotel that he was now in a park. The only other living thing besides himself was a crow whose beady eyes seemed to bore right through him as it perched itself on a tree branch. A normal person would've simply regarded the voice as mere whispers of the wind or their own spiraling delusions...but he wasn't a normal person. It did not take him long to put one and one together regarding what—or rather, who—that crow was. 

"Quit calling me that. I don't want to hear your shit." came the less-than-amused reply. "What are you even doing here, Sojobo? This isn't Mount Kurama." 

Visual emotional expressions were far harder to recognize on a bird's face than a human's. However, even without visual cues, the disdain that colored Sojobo's tone was palpable. "Idiot. Do you think that I'm barricaded inside of Japan? Besides! With the amount of vessels I have..." He outstretched one of his wings. "I can travel anywhere in the world!" 

Tatsuo glared at him. "So why are you a crow right now, instead of possessing someone like Naoya?" 

"Hmph." Sojobo lowered his wing. "It's rare that I leave Mount Kurama. Normally, I would've used one of my vessels to interact with you but...considering the forces that have invaded that little company you've decided to play around in, I prefer to stay low on their radars while also not risking the vessel's safety." 

"I think they would notice a talking crow before a normal human person." 

"Don't give me that biting tone, brat." Sojobo snapped. "As ridiculous as their name sounds, I take evil forces very seriously." 

It was clear that he was talking about the Profane Covenant. The mountain known as Olympus was not satsified with having one annoying group dominating control of it, the Profane Covenant revealed themselves soon after and since then its been a constant to watch them show up and that soulstone of Darkane's to start going haywire. Now Ryo was affiliated with them too...

Always the observant type, Sojobo noticed the change in Tatsuo's demeanor and decided to swiftly cut the latter off before he could speak. "Your mind is in disarray. The more you allow Sakazaki to overtake the focus, the worse it'll get. You cannot afford to lose your grip." 

"Stop reading my mind." Tatsuo said curtly. Shaking the tree and letting the crow fall to its demise felt all too tempting right now. 

"It is my job, brat." Sojobo then walked across the tree branch. "You have no one to blame but yourself. The moment he betrayed you is when you should've had a tighter hold on him. His soul was corrupted, couldn't you tell?" 

"I don't have the ability to detect malicious beings like you or Naoya." Tatsuo hissed. "I'm not a tengu god or a priest." 

"That still doesn't excuse your lack of common sense. Did you believe that you were going to tame him by utilizing merely words? Weak words at that?" 

Tatsuo clenched his fists. Sojobo could sense the rising tension between them and the heat bubbling in Tatsuo's stomach but rather than shrink away, he continued. He needed the proper scolding anyway. 

"Sakazaki is a brat—worse than you. Inconvenience crosses his path and rather than reflect on himself, he blames others and latches onto his grudges. He is suffering but he enjoys the suffering...even as it causes him to steer away from enlightenment and sends him spiraling into hell. He has all the makings of a power-hungry asura."

"...I wanted to be a better support for him than the World's Finest." Tatsuo admitted quietly after some thought. "I felt that Matsuda and Nobi...they were holding him back on purpose, suppressing him. I thought they didn't understand him like I did. I thought if I won the Icarus title and we broke apart from the World's Finest...then we could change Olympus together. But I—"

"You hesitated." Sojobo interrupted. "I know about your little plot to innovate this place. Naoya dragged you to my temple in what felt like ages ago. You felt as if you had all the cards in hand. If you had this belt, you could be the anchor Ryo could use, the stepping stone to allow him to cultivate his potential. However, your souls suffered dissonance for a slight moment and that slight moment was enough for Ryo to turn on you...but your little plot had no route other than this one. That Sakazaki brat wouldn't have changed because of you. It's a flaw within his nature. If anything, you only added a larger chip on his shoulder."

The crow launched off the tree branch, now keep itself airbone in front of Tatsuo. "He betrayed you and instead of properly disciplining him, you kept trying to reach out to a Ryo that never existed in the first place. In a game of kill or be killed, you hesitated to be the one who kills." 

It was like the wind was taken out of his sails. Once Sojobo finished speaking, Tatsuo merely blew out a sigh as he collapsed onto a bench behind him. As annoying as Sojobo could be...there was no way to really deny what he was saying. "Fuck."

"At least, you recognize what happened. The only question now is—" Sojobo then landed on Tatsuo's shoulder, the crow's beady stare now up close and personal. "What will you do?"

"If that question is coming out of your mouth, then its a trick question." 

Birds couldn't laugh like humans could but the nasally cawing that erupted out of him was definitely the closest thing to it. "Well, I wouldn't say its...entirely a trick question. I told you before: I want you to clean up that promotion through any means necessary. Letting evil forces rampage like that is bad for everyone involved so I'm doing my job as an eliminator of evil...but this fight you have coming up and the betrayal that you're a victim of...I want to know your personal goals." 

Personal goals. 
In other words, Sojobo wants to know what he's going to do. What does he solely want. 
Leaning against the frame of the bench, Tatsuo pondered over his thoughts before speaking.

"...I never joined SSW when it was at its peak but more than anything, I want to be the face of puroresu. I can get back the Icarus but taking the top belt? Even if its for another company, that's something special. Ryo could've won the belt but he lost because he gave in those fires of his. He did fight well...but I can fight better than him." Tatsuo exhaled a deep breath. The fires of betrayal were hot but revenge was a dish best served cold. "I'm going to take that belt and I don't care what he does...I'm going to purge the Flame Emperor until there's nothing left of him."

"That's the spirit! You bounce better easily, brat!" 

"Stop calling me that."

"I appreciate you being a little more self-centered...but this...Profane Covenant is dangerous. You cannot fight them alone and as much as you want to destroy that mountain, you might need to work within its confides for now...which means working with others an—" He immediately pecked Tatsuo's face as the latter rolled his eyes at him. He specifically aimed for his nose which caused Tatsuo to swear loudly as his hands flew to his face. "Anyway, it means that you need something more than your own power."

Tatsuo rubbed the area where Sojobo pecked him. "Which means?"

"Which means it's time for you to act like a Yorishiro for real time." Sojobo said as he moved to Tatsuo's lap. "Before your fight, I will transfer a piece of myself into you. You will be an extension of not only myself but of Son-ten itself. Your body might change but the power you wield will be worth it because...underneath heaven and earth, no mountain will be impossible to conquer, no demon impossible to destroy." He then tilted his head towards Tatsuo, his talons digging into the fabric of his clothes. "Win your match. Purge the evil. Get your revenge. Deal?" 

Tatsuo was silent at first. Then he grinned wildly. "Deal."

"By the way, you'll need to cut your hair."

"What? Why?" 

"It looks like a mop, brat."

Tatsuo wrapped his hands around Sojobo's lanky bird neck and started shaking him. Cawwing and incessant nose pecking be damned.

You said something that caught my interest, Ryo Sakazaki.

Cloud Matsuda is your childhood hero?

No wonder why every time you open your mouth you always sound like a child. Because that's exactly what you are: a child. You're childish. You’re not mature yet and you're certainly having a hard time growing up and that's including your wrestling ability.

That's why every time we stepped in the ring, I always managed to get an upper hand over you.

And that is going to continue after I put you through a table at Dreamworld, Ryo.

…. actually, it doesn't matter if either Matsuda or Brandon Hendrix would be the one that does it to you because you’re still way below them too. Matsuda trained you so she knows your countless weaknesses. And Brandon Hendrix lasted longer than you did too in the Thunderdome match at Final Destination V, so they’re very much capable of eliminating you in this match. Just like how I’m very capable of eliminating you too.

And just so you know, Matsuda and I weren't even planning to face you at Dreamworld. We just didn't know you joined The Profane Covenant, but I considered it as somewhat a reward to kick your ass and put you through a table once again at Dreamworld.

Go ahead, call me The Almighty Nobi or Nobi The Conqueror all you want. And that's the key sentences. “All you want” because you chose to call me that even in a sarcastic manner but it is the truth that I’ve beaten you and The Time Lizard more times than I can even count.

And in a way, you agree with it, Ryo. Maybe rather than agreeing, you can't deny it. I always managed to beat you every time we met and that's just a fact and a truth you’ve to experience because in your words, I’m both The Almighty and The Conqueror. You didn't even try to counter my argument about our matches records because that’s a topic you can't talk about. You can't even twist it because there’s nothing to twist. My winning records against you are just a strong straight line. It’s hard to be broken by you.

And Ryo, you're truly living in your own tiny world. I don't know how many times I’ve spoken about this but I never called myself The White Knight. It is a nick-name that was given by the fans. I never claimed myself to be a good guy, a noble, a pure or anything to those effects. It’s the way how many people see me. I don't claim myself as anything. If so many countless people see me as this kind role-model, I just feel grateful and thankful for the way people see me.

And of course, you’re free to judge me as anything you want, Ryo. Go ahead, judge me all you want, Ryo, because no matter how you see me, no matter what you think of me, my job to you as your opponent is just to kick your ass. Something I've done countless times at this point.

I’ll give you a bit of a break. Yes, maybe I should end you, Ryo. I’ve done it to countless people, including The Professional but we’ll get to him later. But the reason why I don't end your career is not because I can't do it. It’s because it’s very fun to kick your ass over and over again. And now I’m certainly going to have some fun to get you through a table at Dreamworld. I know if I’m the one that happens to eliminate you in this match, I’ll be very willing, happy, and enjoying doing so. But once again, I don't mind if either Matsuda or Hendrix would be the one that eliminated you. As long as the team of Matsuda, Hendrix, and myself win, that's all fine by me. As long as you, The Time Lizard, and Gunner are eliminated, I’ll be satisfied with it. I don't have to be the “main character” in this match.

Ok, since you mentioned The Professional, you always had to mention Reno Dumont. This isn't the first time you tried to talk about this and every time I gave you an answer, it never registered in your head. Well, I suppose it's because you're still a child, no wonder why my words can't get through your thick skull. 

First of all, The Professional was already targeting me before Reno and I formed our tag team. Second of all, while I was trying to get revenge on The Professional, Reno was also trying to capture the Wrestleworld American Dream Title. And even so, we did fight to try to win the Wrestleworld Tag Team Titles a couple of times. It is unfortunate Reno and I never won them but there was no hard feeling from our end……so why are you being so over dramatic about this, Ryo? And that is something that has nothing to do with you anyway. Reno and I are still friends these days. 

And “friends” is the word that you don't know about, Ryo.

I've said it why you’re a treacherous piece of shit. I tried to listen to you and I didn't even hear you bringing up the name of Tatsuo Sakaguchi despite my mentioning his name.

Well, you didn't say anything about Sakaguchi because everything I’ve said about your relationship with Sakaguchi is the truth.

Sakaguchi tried to help you and what did you do? You betrayed him by beating him to win the Icarus Title.

I understand the desire of winning a title, but I don't understand why you had to leave Sakaguchi at all, Ryo. It could have been a friendly competition between friends. You guys could just laugh it off, shook hands, and went to a Bar afterward but no, that wasn't what happened.

What happened was, you once again exposed yourself as a treacherous piece of shit by leaving Sakaguchi and joining The Profane Covenant, Ryo. The group that has obviously a not so good agenda.

And yes, once again, you’re a treacherous piece of shit by getting angry at Matsuda, Ryo. A bullet got you but did Matsuda pull the trigger? No, she didn't. Could you decide to stay away before the match even began? Yes and yes, you fucking could. Matsuda never forced you, me, or anyone to help her out. It was a group of individuals including you and me that decided to help her out. You were walking to the match fully knowing it was going to be a risk considering how dangerous Tres Comas Club are. 

But you know what is funny? For someone who used to call himself The Grinning Demon, for someone who’s claiming that has Demons on your shoulder, for someone who calls himself The Mad Dog, you might want to call yourself a bitch for crying over one tiny bullet.

The so-called Grinning Demon, the so-called Mad Dog are afraid of one tiny bullet? That's very laughable. Maybe you could have died, but as someone who decided to join OWA, you know all the risks we’re signing for. Hell, you risked your life before on Kingdom a couple of years ago when you were part of The Frontline.

Where did that Ryo Sakazaki version go? That Ryo Sakazaki wasn't a bitch, unlike this one.

And another stupid thing you said. Bad Boy Know has had enough of me after I won the SSW Puroresu World Title?

……I won that title in 2020. Bad Boy Know, Maggall, and myself joined force a year later, so what are you talking about? Ah right, a stupid thing. That was what you were talking about, just like every word that came out of your mouth. All of them are stupid and garbage.

Yes, maybe, you should be honored to be verbally slaughtered by yours truly, Ryo.

And one last question to verbally slaughter you once again because you never gave me an answer for this one despite I’ve asked you this countless times:

If you wanted revenge against Matsuda, why did you ask to challenge for the Immortal Heavyweight Title at Final Destination V? Matsuda wasn't in that match at all. It just didn't make sense. Oh well, you lost that match anyway when I managed to eliminate you in that match when I forced you to stop breathing.

And that's also something I’m going to do to you once again at Dreamworld. Matsuda or Hendrix can put you through a table, but I can put you to sleep once again before either Matsuda or Hendrix eliminated you in this Elimination Table match.

And that is why at least I never understood Ryo. Yes, I’m talking to you now, The Time Lizard. Ryo is a big boy and he decided to expose himself as a stupid, idiotic, punk. 

And maybe that's you really are too, The Time Lizard.

If you can change history, if you can control time and space, if you can alter reality and make it your own, why didn't you use those to beat me before? Well, I suppose even if you’re capable of doing those things, my simple wrestling ability is beyond your…..so-called super powers, The Time Lizard.

Not just my wrestling ability. Both Matsuda and Hendrix are obviously great in-ring performers too, so whatever power you have, we will beat you by using our own hands by putting all of you through a table at Dreamworld.

But it is a good thing you’re also in this match, The Time Lizard. You brought up how Tres Comas Club stripped away my Immortal Heavyweight Title and despite you're no longer with them, you were with them when Tres Comas Club took away my title and I’ll be more than happy to beat you….once again at Dreamworld by throwing you to a table.

Maybe both you and Ryo should be more like Gunner. He talks less and does more. Despite joining OWA much later than you both did, Gunner proved himself by beating the sadistic Lazarus Arjen in a brutal match and made it to the top 5 in Olympus' Clash of Titans a few months ago.

But even so, Gunner is part of The Profane Covenant and that makes him an opponent Matsuda, Hendrix, and I need to beat at Dreamworld too. I’ve praised Gunner countless times at this point but he’s certainly someone that we need to beat in this match too. So whatever he wants to do, we will find a way to put him through a table.

I’ll make this clear. The Profane Covenant is dangerous for Olympus but that's why Matsuda, Hendrix, and myself decided to try to stop them at Dreamworld. We’re using this opportunity to try to stop them doing further damage to Olympus.

At least personally I know I’m capable of doing it because once again, I’ve always managed to beat both Ryo Sakazaki and The Time Lizard. That's like killing 2 ducks with 1 bullet. And if I can't eliminate Gunner, I’m sure either Matsuda or Hendrix can do it.

But personally, the 3 of us aren’t going down without a fight. We’re going to go up by putting
 up a fight by winning this match at Dreamworld.

We’re not going down easily. Hope you’re ready, punks.

I'm Done!
OWA Atlantis vs. NAMI



Scene opens at Matsuda's private Dojo seeing Devi Krysis with his head down, cracking her knuckles while sitting down, knowing that she's angry and frustrated after losing to Ayla Rodriguez and Diantha Rosso at Dreamworld in her hometown. And thus her losing streak grew she started to speak on her actions after the match.

“I'm tired…”

Knuckles cracked 

“I'm fucking tired for taking people for granted!”

Video package showed that Devi was frustrated with her loss at Dreamworld she Discus Lariat Stark and knock off NAMI and left them.

“Stark was the motivation to me, basically considering my friend and mentor to me like everyone else! But what did it get me? Hmm? What did it get me?” video showing Devi nails the Discus Lariat to Stark. ”NOWHERE! Absolutely nowhere! No championship, big time matches, ppv, nothing! It got me losses after losses after losses! And it really gets me to the point that I'm done with this shit! I'm done being a punching bag to everyone in this company, and I'm done coaching with OWA veterans, I'm done being partners with anyone cause you know that I'm gonna lose, I'M DONE WITH ALL OF THIS! Many people will cheer for my actions, some will booed me for it quite frankly that I don't give a fuck about anyone thinks! Because I just got fresh off my victory against Immortal Boss herself, Kita Hikari at Kyoto, she knows my history here and her arrogance cost her. Now NAMI will realize that this new attitude that I develop will be a reminder that Devi is done with losing, done taking shit to everyone and I mean everyone! No partners, no coach, none of that shit! The New attitude is gonna carry every championship and success many people will not like it but they gotta learn to love it every day, every week, every month, every fucking years to come!”

”You can breathe, you can cry, you can care! But in reality you're nothing but sheeps to shed some skin on. So NAMI hope you understand that what I did at Dreamworld was nothing personal. I'm done being a loser, and I'm done with everything that I had put up with and you'll find that out when the New Attitude Devi Krysis will put you down, beat you down into submission or tap you out. It's no mercy for you and no mercy for everyone that steps foot against me till then….

”I'm done talking.” 

An aerial view of the aircraft carrier USS Abraham Lincoln, somewhere in the Atlantic. The flight deck is packed with a group of cameramen, reporters with microphones, and crew members, all facing an empty elevated stage with a large podium erected in the middle of it. Their reason for gathering here today is revealed, as an F-22 lands on the runway. The pilot cuts the engines, leaps out of the cockpit, and removes the flight helmet which obscures his face to reveal himself as none other than the greatest professional wrestler of the past decade, maybe ever: Chadwick Xavier Ecclestone. He smiles and waves to the crowd as he walks to the stage, pausing occasionally to shake hands with some of the uniformed servicemen on the way there. Finally, he reaches the stairs leading up the makeshift structure, and a nearby aide hands him the Alpha World Championship, which goes over his right shoulder, and his half of the Tag Team Championships, which goes over his left. Walking up to the podium, he begins his address to the crowd, and the entire nation watching at home.


“You mean The Tribunal?” pipes up one of the reporters assembled in front of the podium.


“The Covenant?” asks another dumbass journalist somewhere in the audience.


A wave of confusion runs through the crowd, as the reporters wonder who Chad could possibly be referring to when he talks about this supposed ‘Terror’ he’s waging war upon. Finally, he shakes his head in disappointment at the audience, takes a deep breath, and begins to enlighten them with his wise words.


He pauses, eyes scanning the audience slowly, taking in the crowd’s reaction before puffing up his chest and continuing with his grand, almost Presidential, speech.


There’s an almost audible sigh of relief from the nervous journos, as Chad clarifies that he’s joking, and that he won’t campaign in – and likely win – the upcoming Presidential elections. The idea of him having his hands on the nuclear codes and finally being able to eliminate the Asiatic menace for all time was a disquieting one to all the peace-loving members of the media assembled here today.


“Speaking of Felix Hartley, do you feel any remorse for ruining her moment in the spotlight? It is, after all, the second time in a year she’d been cashed in on, moments after winning the big gold…” asks some simp loser in the audience.


“And what about the Tag Team Championships you and Noah Krieger won at Dreamworld? Are you at all concerned that your attention will be too divided to successfully hold onto both titles you won at Dreamworld?” asks a very, very disrespectful member of the crowd.


“Any plans for an official team name for yourself and Krieger? Most other tag teams within the industry have one.”


He pauses, and the world pauses with him, the entire crowd not daring to take a breath as his piercing eyes scan over them, looking through them, seeing all their sins and virtues and judging them accordingly.


His grand speech concluded, Chad Ecclestone steps away from the podium as the USS Abraham Lincoln’s anti-aircraft guns begin firing wildly into the sky above, heralding a new era for professional wrestling: at long last, the Omega Wrestling Alliance has gone Hollywood.

With so much chaos happening right now, it’s bound to happen that one would be caught in someone’s shenanigans. 

Now personally, that's not what happened to me….for now. I decided to get involved in this matter because I believe Darkane, Lazarus Arjen, and Jacob Senn can use some help even though I’m also fighting against Tres Comas Club right now.

Yeah, I decided to take a bit of a break from TCC to deal with this satanic cult that called themselves The Profane Covenant because this is something abnormal that I feel like I could contribute to.

This isn't the first time I have dealt with this kind of stuff. Everybody knows who Abholos and Edward E. Sofly are. I was his first opponent out of all people. I was his introduction to this sport which happened in SSW until he eventually made his way to OWA. That was my first time and I wish so bad I managed to beat him in order to prevent him from causing any more chaos that is going to be remembered by future generations for a long time and I can't blame anyone but myself for failing to stop Abholos the moment he introduced himself to this world.

And eventually, there was a time when Babayka controlled me at Wrestleworld too until I broke his….spell if that's what you want to call it and I beat Babayka all by myself despite him having this otherworldly power to try to control me again, but he failed to do so and I managed to kick his ass.

Now, I get that. Neither Babayka nor Abholos are in this match. This is a different kind of otherworldly power because I suppose Asmodeus and Lillith are involved in this faction. 

But guess what? I made God Shenron to grant my wish to revive everyone that died a few years ago when I won my SSW Puroresu World Title.

And not only that, I mentioned that neither Babayka nor Abholos are in this match, but there are Ryo Sakazaki and The Time Lizard. Do you know who they are? They’re two guys that I managed to beat over and over again in countless matches in different countless stipulations.

Regardless of what they call themselves, regardless if they claimed they're different, regardless if they claimed they're new entities right now…..

…..that's some bullshit….

How many times are both The Time Lizard and Ryo Sakazaki going to do this? How many times do I need to either knock them out or make them tap out over and over again?
 
And what's up with their respective masks? People already know both The Time Lizard's and Ryo Sakazaki’s respective faces. People know what they look like. Maybe it’s part of their rituals but to me, the masks they had to wear to cover their faces are….. just for that. Just for that purpose. To cover up their faces. In a much more harsh words, they hid their faces behind the masks because they’re embarrassed of who they are anymore.

Yes, if I had to change my name or claim that I’m a new being for every single chance I get, I would be embarrassed of myself too, cover up my face with a mask, and maybe call myself “the loser” or something along the line.

Let's face it, Ryo…. Lizard….. that's your schtick. That's your habit. The Profane Covenant aren’t going to be the last group that you both are going to be part of.

But if this is going to be your last group….then Cloud Matsuda, Brandon Hendrix, or myself are going to be the reason why The Profane Covenant is going to be your last group for both of you because one of us is going to manage to stop your breath.

It’s actually ridiculous that Matsuda, Hendrix, and myself have to face both of you this soon…..when you both are already aligning yourself with a different group. How many times have you changed your group this year alone? Twice for The Time Lizard? And three times for Ryo Sakazaki? That's actually pretty funny. You both are always seeking something to get something but in the end, you both always end up to be the butt of the jokes of the group. Let's see if you can turn it around this time.

Certainly not at Dreamworld though. Because at Dreamworld, Matsuda, Hendrix, and myself are going to beat The Profane Covenant and also in hope to stop all of you.

I’ll talk to you individually right now.

Let's start with Ryo Sakazaki, shall we? I’m going to be brutally honest with you. Cloud was never the problem. Hell, Tatsuo Sakaguchi was never the problem either. You're the problem. I’ve always said that but this is just another level of how much of a treacherous piece of shit you really are by joining The Profane Covenant right away after you turn yourself on Sakaguchi. Well, that's not truly surprising considering you betrayed your own trainer in Matsuda. So, how long are you going to stay with The Profane Covenant until you blame them for something you cause to yourself this time around? I know you're not going to like what you’re hearing from me right now but I wouldn't be surprised if you leave The Profane Covenant at one point….maybe even until Dreamworld over when you find a way to blame The Time Lizard and Gunner after you get your ass kicked and getting pinned by Matsuda, Hendrix, or myself. Yes, you’re the new Icarus Champ right now. Congrats to you, but Tatsuo Sakaguchi isn't in this match and the last time you and I met in the ring, I knocked your ass out and pinned you 1-2-3 right in the middle of the ring during The Shield and Sword Tournament and I did it with an injured arm. Imagine if I did it with full power, I might have caused a head trauma injury and possibly stop your wrestling career and that's just counting the last time we met one another where I personally kicked your ass, Ryo. How many times did I do that to you? I'm genuinely asking because I genuinely forgot how many times I’ve beaten you over and over again. Well, maybe you can help me to give me the answer but that's ok if you can't. Because I know it’s just too much at this point and it’s tearing you up inside, Ryo. Sorry about that but obviously, I want to kick your ass again at Dreamworld by throwing you to a table.

And that's amazing. The Time Lizard is in the same group with you right now, Ryo. As I said, The Time Lizard is also another name that I always managed to beat and just like Ryo, the last time I met The Time Lizard was also in The Shield and Sword Tournament where I kicked his ass and pinned him 1-2-3 too. And of course, I want to do it again at Dreamworld, The Time Lizard. I’m going to give you a little break though, you saw it coming Tres Comas Club were going to turn on you, didn't you? But that's also my point. Why did you join them in the first place to begin with? And even if you saw it coming that Tres Comas Club were going to kick you out, why did you join The Profane Covenant right away? What makes it going to be different this time? As I said, you happened to always be the butt of the joke of the group, just like Ryo is. And let's face it, a few years ago, you were leading your own tribe and…..what happened? They just disappeared. Why? Maybe because they thought you were too much of a joke as their leader? That's the most likely reason, Lizard. Yes, I decided to call you The Time Lizard because of your….transformation but that's at least for appearance only because I know deep down inside, you’re still Reginald Dampshaw III. And Dampshaw is always someone that I managed to beat and this time isn't going to be different either, The Time Lizard. Sure, you managed to overpower me in our brawl before, but that was just a brawl where there was no official winner. Well, just like always, I’m going to be the official winner along with Matsuda and Hendrix at Dreamworld because just like always, I’m going to kick your ass….again by throwing you to a table.

Yes, all I’m saying is that both The Time Lizard and Ryo Sakazaki still suck.

But I realized there’s still one opponent that I haven't addressed properly because I don't have much history with Gunner yet but I know not only did he make it to the top 5 final of Olympus’ Clash of Titans, but also he managed to beat Lazarus Arjen in a brutal match….and Arjen himself is a brutal individual, so I know how brutal Gunner can be. Maybe I haven't even seen his best version of him yet but this is what makes pro wrestling exciting isn't it? To get to know the unknown. And something makes me wonder. If he can beat a sadistic individual like Lazarus Arjen in a violence match, why did Gunher feel the need to join The Profane Covenant? What does he want with this group actually? Well, I don't think it matters right now but Gunner is part of this and therefore, I also need to make sure to stop him just like I always did it to both Sakazaki and The Time Lizard. I’m going to say, for the short time since you arrived at Olympus, you’re a great in-ring performer by making an impact in a short time. But I’ll tell you what, you’re in the wrong boat and I’m going to be your compass to bring you to the right way by kicking your ass and beating The Profane Covenant. Matsuda, Hendrix, and myself are going to prove that we’re going to win at Dreamworld. We’re going to throw all of you to a table.

I believe The Profane Covenant aren't going to stop at Dreamworld yet but I personally always welcome a good old-fashioned hard hitting fight and I believe that is what is going to happen in this match. And I believe Matsuda, Hendrix, and myself can win this match too. 

Especially with 2 individuals as my opponents that I have beaten countless times in the past. Maybe you all can make this difficult but certainly, you’re going down at Dreamworld when Matsuda, Hendrix, and myself win this match.

And as I said, we’ll welcome another fight and war another day too if you all want another beating.

But this time around, it’s time for the 3 of you to be put through a table. Just a beating isn't enough.